Chapter 115

Alexa ignored me and continued. “Mom let us go by ourselves on a little trip to Slovenia, just to stretch our legs. She had some friends in Ljubljana who would keep an eye on us, but we spent very little time in the capital.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask,” mom sighed. “Go on.”

“Well, mostly we were just interested in violating one another, and anyone else we fancied, in the wilds of Slovenia,” Alexa said. “We might have met some associates there, who took amateur films of us.”

“You mean there’s porn of you out there?” mom asked, almost agape, but not horrified.

“Well, probably,” Alexa admitted. “Two girls, running around in the forest, dressed as faeries and peeing on things is probably pretty hard to-“

“Got it…” dad announced looking down at his tablet, an evil smirk on his face.

We all stared at my dad, my mother looking nonplussed while Alexa and Freja seemed rather shocked. Me, I just resisted the urge to pinch my eyes.

“How… how the Hell did you do that already?” my aunt asked.

Dad shrugged, still looking down at his tablet. “It’s like you said, pretty small niche to look for. Specific searches are a great thing.”

Mom clucked her tongue. “So, you just did a search for Slovenian pee faeries and these two heretics came up?”

“Hey, bitcoin and the Silk Road weren’t the only reasons the deep web existed,” dad pointed out. “You just have to now where to look.”

“Why do you have access to the deep web at all?” Alexa muttered.

“Michael and I correspond with professors in other countries where freedom of education and science are often oppressed,” mom explained. “Communicating on the deep web is the best way to ensure their safety.”

She looked at whatever dad had pulled up. “Yep, that’s Alli. Wearing faerie wings, makeup and almost nothing else.”

Alexa blushed. “I loved that look.”

I could hear my aunt giggling in whatever video dad and mom were watching, and then mom’s eyebrow went up before she looked at her younger sister. “I didn’t know faeries peed. Y’learn something new every day.”

“Am I in the video yet?” Freja asked, curious.

Alexa gave her a look. “You could at least pretend to be embarrassed. I pretended.”

“Yup, there she is,” dad commented. “Steady camera work, whoever’s doing the filming.”

“He was a Bulgarian, but I forget his name.” Freja mused.

“Stoyan Stoyanov?” mom posited.

Freja’s eyes went wide. “You know him?”

“No, I’m just pretty damned sure all Bulgarian men are named Stoyan Stoyanov,” mom replied, still watching the screen. “I’ve known three.”

“Oh.” Freja said quietly, somewhat deflated.

Mom looked at her sister again after seeing something. “How on earth did you get yourselves in that position and still pee together?”

“Relatively easy,” Alexa answered, smirking now. “We were both inhumanly flexible when we were fifteen.”

Dad put down the tablet quickly and resumed eating his steak. Mom just sighed and shook her head while Alexa and Freja giggled, happy to have finally gotten the better of my dad at something. We resumed conversing about Alexa’s life in Europe, specifically while she lived in Denmark so that Freja was included.

They also made dad officially forgive Denmark for Aqua, which he did only grudgingly. Alexa pointed out that since he liked the Bay City Rollers, he didn’t really have much leeway in the musical morality department.

“Watching two fifteen year-old girls pee in the woods is less of a crime, I’m pretty sure…” she added.

***

We dropped my aunt and her friend off back at their hotel for the night, exchanging hugs all around before we returned home. It had been a long day for me and I yawned loudly, announcing my intention to turn in. I would need to visit the university again tomorrow to continue working and I harboured no doubt that Alexa and Freja would be including me in their depravity.

“What about you two?” I asked mom. Dad had headed upstairs to shower.

Mom shrugged. “Go upstairs, do some correspondence,” she mused. “Maybe watch some documentaries on Slovenian pee faeries.”

I made a wry face.

“I just want to know what her life was like,” mom said in a tone meant to be assuring. “She found some other links to stuff about her and gave them to me. She doesn’t seem too worried about it.”

“And dad?”

Mom shook her head and smiled. “Knowing him, he’s already enlisted some of the best students and profs in the computer sciences department to help him engineer a virus that will utterly destroy those servers and websites. He’s pretty steamed.”

“Should he be if Alexa isn’t?” I asked.

“It’s the principle of the thing. He’ll retrieve Alexa’s videos for Alexa to possess and then inflict his wrath on the men who do the exploitation. Truth be told, the more he watches, the madder he’ll get, even if none of you can tell.”

“Yeah, good to know,” I mumbled, feeling a cold chill go up my back at the notion of a furious dad. He was easy-going, but the De Bournes were very clannish, and once you were family, there was nothing and no one he wouldn’t destroy for you. I was just glad to be a De Bourne. “I’m heading to bed, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Mom gave me a loving hug and I retired, heading down into my cave. Getting undressed, I realized it was going to feel strange, not having Alexa come down and say goodnight, to make love to her and hold her, whispering to her about how in love with her I was.

As if in response to my silent wish, my computer bipped at me, indication someone was calling on Skype. I smiled warmly as I sat on my bed, opened my laptop and hit the Talk button…

Only to be greet by a close-up of Freja’s coral-pink pussy, spread wide by two of her fingers while she and my aunt giggled off-frame.

“Looking for somewhere to park that thing, big boy?” I heard her snicker, repeating something Alexa had said to me in one of our first few Skype conversations and with the exact same view. Clearly she’d mentioned it to her Danish friend, not that I was surprised. They seemed to share everything.

“And a genial hello to you too, Fru Kjaer,” I mumbled. “My, what a big smile you have.”

There was a pause and then Freja asking a question in confusion. “Did he just say my cunt smiles?”

“Might as well, it’s open more often than your mouth, as if that’s possible,” Alexa said dismissively as she eased her Danish lover out of the way and now smiled at me. “Hey, handsome.”

“Hello, beautiful,” I said, beaming at the sight of my beloved. “I trust you two are having a good time?”

“Well, not as much fun as if you were here with us,” she purred as Freja knelt behind her and wrapped her arms around Alexa in a hug, cupping her full breasts. “Really wish you could have come stayed with us.”

“If only,” I sighed. “Just so you know, dad’ll probably be mounting a jihaad on those sites that host your videos, according to mom. Says he’ll get the best and brightest to engineer some kind of virus and annihilate them. To be honest, that’s kinda scary.”

“I believe it, but let him,” Alexa replied, shrugging. “Between the two of us, we have just about every video of us ever made. We’ll show them to you when time allows, we were planning on going over them tonight.”

“In one night?” I asked.

Alexa blushed. “I… this is going to sound super-slutty, Alex, but eight hours in one night probably couldn’t get us through a hundredth of the videos. We were busy and naughty girls growing up.”

“Like I care,” I replied, shrugging. “You’re beautiful and I love you.”

They both blushed on Alexa’s behalf and smiled. “Will you come by and get us tomorrow and we can accompany you to the university?”