Chapter 46: A Wild New Year

Lydia

By the time Christmas came around, we had finished all the work necessary to get Regina, Meri and Jenny settled in their new home. The big fireplace in the living room did its thing admirably, so neither I nor Regina had to fear that anything would freeze off while we went naked. We could do so because Jenny was at the karting center – where else. At now nearly nine years she was old enough to go there on her own, which was helped by the fact that the bus station was almost literally just across the street.

“Folks, you won’t believe this,” Regina said and waved a printed out e-mail in the air. “Lydia resurfaced last week in that interview and the Playboy people didn’t waste any time. This just came in on Meri’s account. They are offering five million dollars.”

“All three of us or just Meri?” I asked.

“All four of you,” Regina answered. “Hold on to your britches, people. They want you, Meri, Femke and Mark.”

“What?” Mark asked. “They want my wrinkled ball sack in the Playboy? Doesn’t that beat the purpose of the publication?”

“Hm, I could think of a few good arguments for that weapon on the centerfold,” Regina teased him and shamelessly grabbed his stuff. Not quite content with just teasing him, the little minx unpacked said stuff and eagerly started to blow him. Mark looked at me completely bewildered.

“Enjoy it,” I said and kissed him on the nose. Meri followed me into the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Meri

By the time we had set the table, Mark was completely cross-eyed, and Regina had helped herself to a protein snack before the actual meal. I reminded her and Lydia to get dressed as Jenny would be home for lunch in ten minutes, and I told Mark to wipe that idiotic grin off his face.

All three had managed what I had demanded of them by the time Jenny came bounding in and hopped right into my arms. It warmed my heart that she had finally accepted me as her second mom.

We all ate in silence, listening to Jenny telling us the latest news of her exploits on the track. We all smiled at each other, seeing the young one get better by the day. She still cried from time to time, especially when cuddling the huge teddy bear that grandpa Ernst had given her nearly four years ago, but it became increasingly rare. Her karting helped a lot of course.

After lunch, ‘uncle Mark’ escorted little Jenny the entire twenty meters from our front door to the bus station, so she could go back to the karting center.

I was just going through our notes, while Regina and Lydia were already busy taking their kit off again.

“You’re becoming German,” Mark teased me as he came back in, pointing at the stack of notes I had written for myself.

“You try keeping all that in memory,” I challenged him. “So if everybody is done getting naked or escorting children across empty streets, can we go over the Christmas plans?”

They all sat down around the table.

“Okay, Mark needs to go to Dresden on the twenty-second to pick up Jonjo from the airport. Lydia’s sister and Femke arrive on the twenty-third. On the same day, Regina and I go to Farmer Steglitz to get the bird. We are are enough people this year, so we can afford to buy a big one. Lydia and Regina, will you prepare it again?”

I got two nods as an answer.

“On the 27th, Lydia’s sister will take Jonjo and Jenny to Emden until January, which will no doubt please a few people around here, because after wearing clothes for five days...”

“It will sure as hell please me!” Mark chipped in to much amusement around the table.

“No doubt,” I added dryly and pointed at my tits. “If you are a good boy, I might even unpack those for you. And while we’re talking about you. You better start eating eggs for breakfast. Three of us haven’t had a dick inside us since August. You will be in high demand on New Year’s Eve, my boy.”

Mark just grinned.

“How does Femke get home?” Lydia asked. “Do they arrive with two cars?”

I shook my head.

“Jenny’s first race of the season is on January 13th in Emden. I would suggest we go there all together on the 11th or 12th, collect Jonjo, deliver Femke to Groningen and Jonjo to Amsterdam airport. Then we’ll spend a night in Emden and then go back with Jenny.”

“Yep, you’re definitely becoming German,” Mark said, but with an undercurrent of admiration for my meticulous planning.

“Blame this here cutie for it,” I said and pointed at Regina with my thumb. “Although she might need glasses. She missed an important detail about that Playboy email. They don’t want Mark to wave his dick in front of the camera. They want him as an artistic consultant. They’ve obviously seen the series we did for that German magazine.”

Everybody snickered.

“Can I suggest an addition to your plan?” Mark asked. I nodded in return.

“Well, you said y’all have your way with me on New Years Eve, which I’m looking forward to by the way. I know Lydia has been chomping at the bit to try out a certain fantasy for over four years now. I thought the 30th could be a good day to give it a try.”

I heard the gasp and Lydia practically tackled him. We all watched them tongue-wrestle for a while.

“Do you think you can learn the entire house and estate until then?” I asked her when she had calmed down.

“It’s not like I have much to do, other than training on the roll,” she answered with a hint of a blush.

Regina

Goodness me, when that woman set her sights on something she went about it thoroughly. Things were quiet the next two weeks with nothing much to do really. Meri and I took turns accompanying Jenny to the karting center or went shopping and there were always some small things to do around the house, hours of training on the roll for Lydia and Meri, but other than that, the days went by relatively sedate.

The only one who was perpetually busy was Lydia. She was constantly whizzing about, counting steps, memorizing the placement of furniture. Yep, she definitely was obsessed with that fantasy. The one who was pleased the most about that was Mark, because he essentially got wall-to-wall coverage of his naked love.

Having the time at hand I also observed her several times and I simply marveled at that miracle of nature that went by the name of Lydia Karass. That woman was thirty-six, soon to be thirty-seven, a full 14 years older than I was. There was not even a hint of fat on her, as was perhaps normal for a world class athlete, but the years seemed to have completely gone past her without impact. Meri and I had both noticed that our boobs had ever so slightly wandered the way of gravity, mainly because we both hated wearing bras, but Lydia’s still looked as if she had grown them yesterday – despite the fact that her two orbs hadn’t seen the inside of a bra a lot in the last two years either. No wonder Mark was obsessed with ogling her body.

Oh boy, and then there was Mark. Ever since he had given up on trying to look like Arnold Schwarzenegger in his prime he had become a deliciously beautiful example of the males of the species. His muscles were still beautifully defined, but they no longer looked ridiculously over-sized. Having lived with Meri in a committed relationship for two years now, I knew I was more of a Lady’s girl, but the occasional cravings for male attention remained, and Mark was the one I fantasized about when I felt the need for a man.

Mark

Yep, owning a plane was definitely mucho convenient. If nothing else, I could wait for Jonjo’s arrival in a very comfy VIP lounge at the General Aviation terminal, instead of standing around in a bustling hall full of hectic tourists.

Our Falcon came sailing in and, when they stopped on the apron, I could see that Fred and Jack were at the controls. That was a pleasant surprise.

“Hey, twat-face, you finally managed to buy yourself some warm clothes,” I greeted Jonjo as he came down the stairs.

“Not my fault you have such a shit weather, man,” he answered and we high-fived. “How’s Mrs K doin’?”

“You can see for yourself. She’s much better now.”

“Help me unload that kart for the lil’ one?”

“Let me talk to Fred first, okay?”

“You do that, man. I’ll start taking off them tension belts,” Jonjo said and went to the back of the plane.

“Fred, Jack,” I said as I entered the cockpit. They both grinned at me and we shook hands. “How’s business going?”

“Couldn’t be better,” Fred said. “We’ve carved ourselves a nice little niche in transfer flights.”

“What’s that?” I asked and sat down on the jump seat.

“See that little bird whacker over there?” Fred asked and pointed at a small single-engine plane. “We flew one of those from America to Turkey just last month. We made a massive profit on that one contract alone. And we still had others.”

“Wait, you flew such a puny handcart over the Atlantic? How’s that possible?”

“Island hopping,” Jack explained. “You go up to Canada, from there to Greenland, then Iceland, Faroe Islands, Scotland and so on.”

“Jesus, in comparison to that, flying this baby must feel like driving round town in a Rolls-Royce,” I said with a chuckle.

“Sure does,” Fred agreed.

Lydia

When I grew up, I would never have thought that I would one day do tax declarations that involved six digit numbers. When Mark had come back from Dresden, with Jonjo and a brand-spanking new kart for Jenny in tow, he had also brought the invoice from Fred and Jack’s company.

Let’s just say it was a big number, but considering we would get nearly three times that amount in dividends at the end of the year, things didn’t look quite as bad. And there was another million waiting for me, just for showing my tits, sometimes next spring.

I still vividly remembered the massive tantrum of Mark’s in 1989 when I had posed for the Playboy. Now, nearly eight years later, he would be the one directing it, and he was no longer my son, but my lover. Yeah, one could say my life had moved in mysterious way.

Over the last two days the house had become a veritable bee-hive. Bea and Femke had arrived, Jenny was overjoyed to have her third mom and her favorite race engineer back. Yep, things where definitely looking up, although I still had dark moments when thinking about grandpa Ernst and Granny Aurelia. I had lost them both over the last six years, and with them large parts of my younger life had departed.

Since I could neither go naked, nor run about the house counting steps, I had had a lot of time to observe the people around me, and the damnedest thing was, I thought I saw some peculiar chemistry develop between Jonjo and Femke. She certainly was charmed by his Bob Marley antics, and he definitely found her to be pleasant company as well. That was, if she could get hold of him during the few hours Jenny wasn’t occupying all his attention. For all his happy-go-lucky antics, he took his job as her honorary race engineer extremely seriously.

Regina

>BELCH<

“Oh, shit, sorry man,” Jonjo muttered in horror and clutched his mouth.

Jenny giggled like a maniac and there was general amusement around the table. The goose we had bought for Christmas dinner had been huge and Jonjo and Mark had consumed the majority of it.

“Don’t worry, lad,” I said, “You’re not the first this happened to. Two years ago Mark ate the whole rest of the thing on his own. He was roaring like a stag for hours.”

“I need to come to Germany every year for Christmas, man. This was the best meal I ever had.”

“Thank these two beautiful ladies,” Mark said and pointed at me and Lydia.

“Why thank you, kind Sir,” I cooed to much amusement.

Meri

Of course we didn’t get to see much of our daughter ‘in between the holidays’, as Germans call the few days between Christmas and New Years Eve. She had now grown out of the Bambino class, and since the karting center in Senftenberg didn’t close over the holiday season, she spent every possible minute getting used to her new, more powerful vehicle.

Now, however, she prepared to spend the next four weeks with her favorite aunt, or her ‘third mommy’ in Emden. Mark had lent them his street barge as there was no way to fit Jenny’s new kart into Bea’s old Wartburg car. He would take that bucket of bolts back to Emden in January.

We all said our goodbyes to Bea, Jonjo and Jenny in the driveway and watched them drive off into the distance. I saw Jenny whisper something into Femke’s ear and she blushed, which I found somewhat cute. I had a good idea what this was about.

I rolled my eyes when I realized that Lydia and Regina had already retreated back to the house. That meant, I would have to pick up pieces of abandoned clothing from the floor again.

Mark

Lydia’s big day had come, and I could almost smell her arousal when I blindfolded her in the morning. She had spent the best part of the month meticulously learning the lay of the land and where what furniture stood. She was almost shivering with excitement.

“Right, maid Lydia, from now on you are to serve everyone in this house. Is this clear?”

“Yes,” she answered in a quivering voice and I could literally see a drop of her juices running down her thigh. She was hornier than the neighbors dog.

“Now, you appear to be a bit excited,” I told her sternly and gave her a firm slap on the ass. “Why don’t you sit down and help yourself?”

“Yes, please watch me,” she answered meekly.

With a precision that made me wonder if I had fixed the blindfold properly, she made her way to the couch. Just to make sure, I threw a punch stopping well short of her face, but she didn’t flinch. She really had learned the house thoroughly.

We all watched as Lydia spread her legs as wide as she could and started to finger herself furiously. I knew Regina had been apprehensive about this whole thing, but I could tell she understood my reasoning by now. Seeing Lydia flushed with sheer excitement made it clear that she was massively enjoying herself. Well, this was the thing with people’s kinks. It sometimes were things one wouldn’t speak about or that other people wouldn’t readily understand.

Lydia came up a storm and slumped down on the sofa as relief washed over her.

“That was nice, maid Lydia,” I said and kneaded one of her breasts. “Why don’t you clean up a bit and we’ll have breakfast.”

“Shit, she’s really digging it,” Femke whispered when we watched Lydia traipse towards the bathroom, her hands searching for any unexpected obstacle.

“She’s waited four years to live that fantasy,” I told her. “There was no better time to do it than now.”

“It was a brilliant idea,” Meri agreed and planted a kiss on me. “I’ve not seen her this happy since August.”

Regina

I have to admit this whole idea had grossed me out a bit at first. Why would anyone want to make herself completely helpless, and essentially a sex slave for fun? But then, I liked to go naked whenever I could and I loved it when Mark shoved his large tool into my ass, so I had my own kinks as well. They were just not quite that unusual.