Chapter 6

“You know, I just don’t see a point, after making the sex tapes, of actually sending them. That gives our exes the impression that we even care about them, but why? Why should we give two figs about what they do or who they are with? We have a lot better life than them, don’t you think?” June thought aloud now as we headed to the mall and food court.

“When you’re right, love, you’re right. We can just rewatch and enjoy the sex tapes ourselves. Or just go into porn. Talk about your bloody turn-ons, right?” I acknowledged her point.

“Precisely. We can even share them with the Fan Club. Remember, you have more lovely ladies awaiting that wonderful cock of yours! Not to mention that I have more of them to enjoy myself. I’m gonna love eating their asses while you fuck them!” Erica chimed in now.

“Or having them butt-fuck me while you sodomize them!” Casey winked at me now.

“There’s something that I should confess to you, though. There’s a perfectly valid reason not to send the tapes, other than it giving your ex more power. Notice that I said ‘your ex.’ We didn’t so much lie as fib about details. George exists, but he’s not my ex-husband. He’s my brother, but yes, I’ve fucked him. Plenty of times. Until, yes, he joined a cult, but it wasn’t the Moonies. It was the Jehovah’s Witnesses. Bye-bye incest! Damn shame. I really loved fucking him!

“Erica’s story is somewhat true, but there are a few details off, babe. I’ll let her explain those to you. Also, Percy’s real, but he never married Casey. He dated her, but then dumped her and married Katerina, his Serbian mail order bride. Some details were added or removed, but you get the point,” June stunned me again with this new, including the incest with her brother.

“The truth is much worse than what I described. Jill’s hubby wasn’t a hubby at all. He was a pimp. I was to be forced into prostitution ... Jill was being blackmailed on the basis of her own frequent trysts with female students, you see. She was pimped out, too. We got him, though. Not legally. We didn’t press charges. That would have done no good, not with the current laws and the corruption as such. We worked together and we ... killed him. His ashes were scattered somewhere. No one else knows where, but me ... and Jill.

“We ... continued the fling for a little while, but neither of us could really look at each other the same. We had killed a man, justifiably or not, and seeing each other reminded each of us of that fact. It was just ... too painful. Too much guilt. Too much fear. We broke up, mutually and tearfully, with one last night of making love, mostly in the form of me eating her out. It was our thing ... she ate me out at times, but more often than not, I preferred to go down on her.

“That, my dear, is the real, ugly truth of my breakup with Jill, and why we don’t need to send her any tapes at all. I would never want to hurt her like that. She’s a great woman. She and I ... we just couldn’t make it work. And yes, she was a lesbian. Completely gay, unlike me. I told you that other stuff to play along with the sex tape fun, but we wanted to steer you away from revenge in that way, more toward the whole ... porn angle, if you catch my drift,” Erica now explained to me as we pulled into the parking lot.

“Before we go in ... there’s something else that you should know about the three of us, why we’re living together. We’re ... different from the rest of your fan club. You see ... we’re sisters. To each other. And to you. Yes, that’s right, Cecil. Did you really think that we didn’t know that you’re a baronet instead of a knight? That was a bit of improvised fun. We’re ... your American sisters. Your late father was in the States a lot, wasn’t he?