Chapter 64: Mountains - Mountains Everywhere!

Meri

I would definitely need to make sure that Regina and Mark would spend more time with each other again. To say my sweetheart had been inspired that night would have been an understatement. We had been together for close to six years now, but I could confidently say that had been the best night of sex we had ever had in that time.

I was still on a high the next morning, evidenced by the fact that I had slept much longer than I usually did. Regina had of course been awake much earlier, as Feli had this annoying habit of becoming hungry at oh-goddammit o’clock in the morning.

Thankfully Regina didn’t even have to get up though. Jenny was way too possessive of her little sister to allow the crib to be anywhere but in her room, so when the little one was brought in for a refill, she had already fresh diapers on and since Regina never wore anything in bed, the little girl could just latch on. If her career plans would work out, Jenny would hopefully wait another twenty years before even thinking about having a kid, but one thing was sure – she was going to be the best mommy in the world.

Our twelve year old she-devil had already left for school. I didn’t even have to look at the clock to know that. Since Regina was bare-ass naked when I shuffled into the kitchen, it could only mean that Jenny was already out of the house. Unsurprisingly, Mark sat at the breakfast table too. The dear heart was never far away when a nice pair of naked boobs was on display.

I returned Regina’s kiss when she put a pot of coffee in my hand.

“What are you reading?” I asked Mark as I sat down. He held up a letter.

“Ten years ago Lydia posed for the playboy. They want her to do it again.”

“Well if anyone of us has the body to do that at thirty-nine, it’s Lydia,” Regina said with a chuckle.

“I hadn’t realized how much waves it would make in the media that she has taken up skiing as a side-job,” Mark admitted. “The Playboy folk ask for a near future shooting, because they need snow for the backdrop.”

“The only snow at this time of year is in the mountains,” I argued. “They want her to strip bare-ass naked in freezing temperatures?”

Regina shrugged. “They are headed for the mountains anyway tomorrow. And you know Lydia, she will even show up naked at the pearly gates one day.”

We all had a chuckle about that.

Lydia

Although the flight to Austria was a relatively short one, we used our plane this time, because Ian and his Pilatus were somewhere in Hungary at the time. According to what Ira had told me, young Ian was spending the next few days with a girl whose tits would make Meri’s massive rack look ordinary. Apparently Mark wasn’t the only boob fetishist around.

Unlike ten years ago, when Mark had thrown a teenage-boy temper tantrum about finding out that I was showing myself in the Playboy, he was rather enthusiastic about the idea this time round. Not only would it net us a king’s ransom, I also knew he was inordinately proud of my looks.

And frankly, so was I. Not too many women were entirely happy with their outer shell when they were less than a year away from their fortieth birthday. Granted, I could do without the odd wrinkle on my face, but other than that I had not changed much over the last ten to fifteen years. My strict fitness regime and almost obsessive attention to a healthy diet had certainly helped with that.

Saying yes to the Playboy offer had been a no-brainer. My only condition was that it would not be published before June. I did of course not tell them that the reason was not to spoil Ian’s birthday surprise, but they had said that this wasn’t even a condition at all. Even though we would do the actual shooting now in early April, the material wouldn’t be ready for publishing before summer. According to the producer I had spoken to on the phone, the plan had been all along to publish it in July or August, creating a nice contrast between the winter backdrop of the photos and the weather outside when people would get to buy the issue.

The contract still nearly failed to materialize though. For some reason the Playboy folk were unwilling to put a completely bare pussy on display and had asked me to grow at least a bit of a landing strip. Even growing such a thing would have taken at least two weeks, and those two weeks would be full of high intensity altitude training, so what they would have gotten would have been a pussy that would look like it had been sandpapered.

In the end Mark had the idea how to solve this – he would simply paint a landing strip on me, a compromise that the Playboy people could easily live with. For the moment though, my thoughts were with the hard days ahead. My body did not show much signs that I was barreling towards my fortieth birthday, but I definitely felt it. Intense training did not get easier with the years.

Femke

Looking outside the window was like looking at those kitschy postcards they sold to tourists. Mainly quaint looking wooden houses with thick layers of snow on them, all scattered around on the mountain. It was like some scene out of a kitsch movie, the sort of ‘look at all the harmony’ movies the West Germans had made in the fifties. For us though the next days would mainly mean pain. Altitude training was a necessity for anyone who wanted to be competitive without resorting to illegal means, but I knew nobody who liked it.

If anything, this year would be the worst yet. It was cold and we would be dancing to the tune of our new taskmaster – Lydia Karass. Although still competing herself, she had taken on the role of fitness coach for all of us. And this year we had to train three disciplines – running, cycling and skiing.

Technically this altitude camp was organized and paid for by our cycling team, but both Meri and Lydia had been invited along as former team members. Meri would actually train with the core team, being the only one who stuck to a single discipline, but Lydia, Nadja and myself would be training on an individual schedule, supported by the DS for the cycling parts and Uwe overseeing the technical training for the skiing part. But what I dreaded the most was having to run a half-marathon with Lydia and Nadja – that was going to be pure pain.

Mark

With all the girls gone to torture themselves in the Austrian Alps, only Regina and I had stayed behind. Someone had to look after Feli and Jenny after all. The good thing was that with Jonjo preparing Jenny’s kart for the upcoming home race, Regina and I had the house all to ourselves from the morning to the evening. Needless to say that we made the most of it, at least until Regina had declared a timeout. That time of the month had arrived, so the front door was locked, and the backdoor showed signs of excessive use. Not that it prevented her from treating me to a glorious blowjob every morning, after Jenny had left for school.

“When do do you have to leave?” Regina asked me as we were sitting on the couch, cuddling.

“Monday afternoon,” I said. “It’s all a bit hectic. The photo shoot is planned for Tuesday and Wednesday, so it would have been better to go on Saturday, but I wouldn’t want to end up in the dog house for missing Jenny’s home race.”

“I’m sure she would understand,” Regina said with a giggle. “I’m not so sure about the girls. They’ve been training like hell for nearly two weeks now. I mean, even Meri asked when you will finally visit. You know it’s been a while when she asks for a bit of male attention.”

“I’m sure they’ll keep me busy,” Mark said with a grin. “I’ll stay the entire last week of their altitude training. That should give all of them enough time, wouldn’t you say?”

“I feel a bit guilty about having had you all to myself the entire two weeks,” she admitted, but I silenced her with a kiss.

“Don’t worry,” I assured her. “I’m talking to Lydia every night on the phone. She would tell me if anyone was feeling left out. For most days of the last two weeks they’ve knackered themselves so much they went to sleep early every day. When Nadja goes ten days without fondling any of the other girls, it can only mean they’ve been taking this training very seriously.”

“I sometimes wonder how you balance all this,” Regina mused with a smirk. “Do you keep a tally so that nobody gets left out?”

“I’m playing it by the ear,” I explained. “Each of you has her very own way of letting me know you would like some attention.

“Do you sometimes think we are all overdoing it?” she asked me. “I mean, we’re all well into our twenties now, except Lydia, but we’re still at it like sex-crazed teenagers. I sometimes worry that we’re a bad influence on Jenny. She must have gotten her obsession with her breasts from somewhere.”

I chuckled. “If she would get her way, she would be a bad influence on us,” I said. “Don’t blame yourself for her obsession with her fledgling bust. That’s all her own doing. Ever since Meri thrust me into the role of her substitute dad, I had to get myself educated on how to handle a twelve year old. Trust me our problems aren’t unique at all.”

“There are parenting forums on the internet?” Regina asked me, clearly amused.

“Dozens,” I replied. “And if you would believe it, Jenny is actually giving us an easy ride. I remember one guy posting that his thirteen year old had developed a sudden interest in geometry, only for some other guy to burst the poor man’s bubble.”

“Now there’s a story in it,” Regina prodded me with a grin.

“Do you remember those plastic stencils with differently sized circles we had to use in geometry lessons back in the day?”

She nodded.

“So this one guy thought his daughter had become interested in geometry, until the other guy told him, she was most likely using the different circle sizes to keep track of how much her boobs had grown, because that was what his daughter had been doing.”

Regina gasped. “Erm, Jenny bought such a thing not too long ago. I had already wondered, because they’re teaching mostly algebra in sixth grade. You think she’s doing that too?”

“I know it for sure,” I said. “I don’t mean to upset you, but she actually talks to me about such things.”

“And you didn’t talk her out of it?” Regina asked, slightly upset.

“Why should I?” I countered her question. “Do you think I didn’t take a ruler to my dick when I was that age? Her body changes, and she’s excited about it. If anything, we should be happy. I’ve read stories from parents whose daughters were terrified about the way their body changes. One guy had to bring his girl to the emergency unit, because she had suffered a nervous breakdown when her first period came along.”

“Don’t remind me,” Regina said with a blush. “When my first one came, I thought I was bleeding to death and screamed at the top of my lungs.”

“That must have been awfully early,” I wondered. “We had sex ed in sixth grade, so you must have known?”

“It was right before the end of the holidays, just before I started sixth grade, so yeah, three months later I would have known what it means.”

“Now you know why she’s become so obsessed with her body. She now has all the details,” I said. “But before you freak out, I already made her understand that she shouldn’t just jump Matt’s bones when he gets off the plane in two years.”

“She was planning to do that?” Regina asked, now visibly concerned.

“Well, let’s just say the two of them don’t plan to wait very long to explore each other’s bodies, once they’re old enough. But I explained to her that there are other ways than going the full mile, if nothing else because it’ll hurt.”

“Not for her, it won’t,” Regina said with a sarcastic chuckle. “She ruptured her hymen two years ago when she smacked into the pommel horse at full tilt during a PE lesson. She’s really hopeless at gymnastics. PE is the only C grade she brings home every year”

“Thankfully she won’t need to earn a 6.0 on artistic presentation when thrashing a car around the track,” I said with a chuckle. “But anyway. You don’t need to worry, both Jeff and I have made it clear to them that their first time should be a special event. I suspect there will be a lot of naked fondling, but hey, they’ll be old enough then and it’s their decision. We’ve already decided to put Jenny on the pill when she becomes fourteen, haven’t we.”

“I just don’t want her to end up pregnant at fourteen, like I did.”

“Unlike you and Lydia back in the day, those two kids have a one-track mind as far as what they want to do with their lives. We should trust them to know that an early pregnancy won’t help them with their career plans. You shouldn’t worry too much about that.”

“I’m a bit hurt though, that she doesn’t talk to me about that. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad she’s talking to you, but shouldn’t I be the first port of call on the matter?”

I gently squeezed Regina’s knee.

“It has nothing to do with you, or your suitability as a mother. I asked her why she doesn’t talk to you or Meri, but to me instead, and her logic was as surprising as it was hilarious. She can talk to me in English, still thinking I’m an actual American. She thinks that gives it a bit more secrecy.”

Regina laughed out loud. “I guess the thought that one of her mothers is American and the other one is literally an English teacher...”

She couldn’t finish the sentence, descending into hysterical laughter and it wasn’t that hard to see that part of that reaction came from the relief that her motherly credentials weren’t in question. It had just been a piece of rather twisted logic, applied by an occasionally somewhat eccentric twelve year old.