In the Long Run
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 65: Beware Thyne Temper
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 65: Beware Thyne Temper - Mark and Lydia hit a lot of bumps during the cold war and fate eventually brings them to the other side of the globe, but even there the challenges don't end. This is the founding story of my planned "It's always the Germans" universe, which will be created when this story reaches the year 1998.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sports Incest Mother Son Light Bond Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Pegging Petting Nudism
Femke
Lydia and I were still cackling like idiots when Nadja came back out of the shower where she had removed the aftermath of Mark’s one-man Bukkake party. He had the decency to look somewhat abashed, but seeing Nadja grin and giggle herself, he relaxed.
“Your better half has not taken care of him very well,” she playfully admonished Meri. “She has had him all to herself for two weeks. He shouldn’t have had that much ammo in the arsenal.”
Meri shrugged. “If my calculations are right, she had the commies in last week. And you can take it up the butt only so often.”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Mark interrupted. “There’ll be no dissing Regina, okay? She certainly wouldn’t have wasted the payload all over her phizog.”
With her mock-complaint against Regina turned squarely against herself, Nadja raised her arms in playful surrender and giggled.
Lydia gently grabbed him by the nuts and gave them a light squeeze. “Just keep the rest warm until tonight.”
Mark
Do you ever have those moments when you remember something supremely embarrassing in your life and you have to sigh? I had such a moment when I watched Lydia strip bare-ass naked on a mountain road, surrounded by a camera crew. That day in 1989 forced its way back into my memory when I had thrown a major tantrum after finding out that Lydia had posed for the Playboy.
Now she was doing the very same again and this time I enjoyed it. Granted, I had to do some complex calculations in my mind, lest I showed a little too obviously how exciting I found the view of her unclothed physique.
The Playboy crew had brought an entire make-up tent with enough material to make a bloated corpse look like a prom queen, but Lydia had insisted that only the bare minimum of make-up would be applied. Her reasoning was that it was patently silly to ‘cake my face’ in order to pretend she was in her twenties. After all, the whole theme of the article would be ‘ten years after’, and some people were partially able to do the math.
I had my doubts about that theory. First of all, not too many people would be reading the actual article attached to the pictorial, and second, seeing her nipples stand at attention in the cold breeze could give a mathematician a bad case of dyscalculia.
Nadja
Tvoju mat’! Those two were really at it. Since our task-mistress had spent the day stripping naked in exchange for three million bucks Femke, Meri and I had practiced with the cycling team, which in light of the last two weeks could be classified as a day off. It had been some time since we weren’t dead on our feet by seven in the evening.
In fact, the one working the hardest when we came back to our room was actually Mark, who was standing up, holding Lydia by the legs as he carried her while pummeling her rear-end, reminding us that even the only non-athlete in the room was not exactly unfit. He had done that once with me too – through the front door though – and I remembered just how thrilling it was to be fucked silly while being held aloft.
Femke had fetched a few beers from the hotel bar and we sat down on one of the beds and enjoyed the show.
Femke
“Well I guess she had one helluva day,” I prattled, noticing that after the exertion of the last two weeks, Nadja and I were quite buzzed after not quite two beers yet.
“You could say that,” Mark replied enigmatically. “But you two better call it off after this beer or you’ll suffer like dogs tomorrow. Don’t think she’ll go easier on you because she’s been fucked unconscious.”
“She’s supposed to have another photo shoot,” Nadja pointed out – quite literally by pointing the neck of her bottle at him.
“You forget that she’s got a bit of experience being photographed naked,” Mark mentioned with a somewhat annoyingly triumphant grin. “They got all the shots they wanted in a single day. It’s back to the slave galley for you two beauties tomorrow.”
We both groaned theatrically and emptied the small rest of our beers into the sink. We needed any sleep we could get.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take custody of those,” Mark said and pointed at the four bottles we hadn’t drunk.
Mark
For once I had Nostradamus’ed wrong. Lydia did go a bit easier on them the next day, no doubt partly owed to the fact that her rear-end was probably somewhat sore. They did do some skiing training with the German biathlon team that was in the area too.
This was how we found out that it was not only bad for your health if you got into a car with Nadja behind the wheel, you’d better scarper as well if you see her holding a rifle. The skiing training had been really helpful, but just for shits and giggles the girls had also participated in the shooting parts of the biathlon training.
Lydia and Femke were basically a danger to local wildlife, merely managing not to shoot their fellow training mates, but Nadja felled all targets with the precision of a sniper.
“How the hell...?” the German coach asked, completely baffled by seeing her shoot better than most of his team.
“I was born in Russia,” she said with a shrug. “We have forests that stretch for a hundred kilometers and are full of bears. You either know how to handle a rifle or you stay the hell away from forests.”
We all had to laugh about that one.
Regina
It was so good to have them all back in the house, especially since this was probably being the last year this would be the case. The girls and Mark had returned from Austria and preparations for the upcoming cycling season, or marathon season in Lydia’s case, were starting. In between all that, the estate at the end of the road that Mark and Lydia had bought, was taking shape too.
They could have built themselves a palace for all the money that Lydia was raking in, but considering that just the land they owned was larger than the Vatican, the house they were building on it looked positively humble.
What wasn’t humble was the almost Olympic sized pool and a lot of hedges, no doubt to keep inquisitive eyes from seeing the inevitable sexual shenanigans they would be engaging in. As if I wasn’t going to be part of those, I thought with a chuckle.
A minor surprise came when Mark decided that since all the ladies liked to go topless in the very warm spring weather, the privilege should apply to all – including Jenny. Needless to say, obsessed with her budding bust, she needed no second invitation and was seemingly ready to retire all her shirts until the winter.
Meri was less than impressed that neither she nor I had been consulted before that decision. I found her at the kitchen table. If this had been a cartoon she would have had steam coming out of her ears. She wasn’t happy at all.
“What’s the problem?” I asked.
“We are her mothers,” she raged. “Don’t you think we should have had a say in that?”
“Would you have made a different decision?”
“That’s not the point,” Meri snapped.
“That very much is the point,” I said calmly but sternly. “When Mark was not around, you had no problem letting her go naked. Now, he’s obviously not comfortable with a twelve year old flashing her privates, but if she wants to let her little titties get some sunlight, he’ll allow that. What are you even mad about?”
“Because he didn’t ask us beforehand!” Meri complained.
I snorted sarcastically. “Do I need to remind you, who thrust him into the role of ersatz-daddy without consulting him or her biological mother beforehand? Now that he takes that role seriously and makes decisions, you’re throwing a tantrum?”
Meri crumbled like a cheap suit. “I’m a bit of a bigot, ain’t I?”
“I wouldn’t go that far, but you need to get your head around the fact that Jenny talks about some things with him, instead of us. You wanted him to be a father figure, and he is one.”
“You mean...?” she half-asked and stared at me blankly.
“Yes,” I confirmed. “She obviously noticed that puberty starts to hit and she talked to Mark about it. And we should thank him for it. Many kids get confused or even terrified when their bodies start changing. She’s completely happy with it. Fuck, I wish my parents had talked to me about it. I wouldn’t have ended up pregnant at fourteen.”
“She talks to him about these things?”
“Apparently,” I conceded. “The why is actually a hilarious story of twisted Jenny-logic, but I know for a fact that Mark has made it clear to her that she shouldn’t rush things when Matt comes here. Now, I’m under no illusion that the two of them won’t end up naked in bed the day he arrives, but I believe Mark when he says that he has made it clear to her that they have an entire life to find things out.”
“That’s what I’m most frightened about,” Meri admitted. “The kids are twelve, and they’re basically all over each other although they’ve never met.”
“Would we have been different?” I asked her. “We didn’t have no internet. But that just meant our love interests were a bit more local. How do you think I ended up pregnant at fourteen? I was proud as a peacock of my growing boobs and flashed them to anyone bothering to look. One fish took the bait and put a belly on me.”
“And Mark allowed her to do just that,” Meri pointed out. “Flash her tiny boobs.”
“That’s the crucial difference. Unlike me back then, she has someone who tells her where the line is. Ditch the shirt, but keep the pants on and let nobody get into them. I certainly didn’t have a Mark to save me from my own excitement. Keep in mind, he is himself the result of a teenage pregnancy.”
“I don’t give him nearly enough credit, do I?” she asked.
“Neither did I,” I admitted. “In fact when he told me that Jenny was talking to him rather than us, I was pretty upset. But the fact of the matter is, we – or actually you – decided he should become a father figure and he did just that, and for all I know he’s doing a more than decent job.
Lydia
Mark allowing Jenny to go topless at home had taken all of us by surprise, but then again we quickly realized the logic behind it. The novelty wore off quickly and after a few days Jenny actually started wearing shirts again, only taking them off when sunbathing at the pool.
Sly fox that he was though, Mark had apparently also factored in that this meant we adult women could also go topless when Jenny was around, so I suspected the move had not been entirely unselfish. Needless to say that Regina and I contributed very few shirts to the laundry basket.
The one day I actually had to wear one – at least for a few hours – was a day in early May when the postman delivered a large parcel, addressed to one Nadja Jurisdóttir. I did of course know what was in it and I had to keep myself from giggling in anticipation of the fireworks.
Nadja, not really sure why she was getting a large package she had not ordered, started to open it and then she shrieked. Once it was open, we saw two sets of racing overalls, fire-retardant underwear and a helmet, together with an invitation to a national racing license training course at the Nürburgring.
She stared at the contents, not moving at all and we were all somewhat stunned by the complete absence of any reaction. Well, nearly all of us. Jenny regained her wits first and hugged Nadja tightly and that was when sobs started. Nadja completely lost it, crying for joy.
Mark
A short moment of panic gripped me when a still crying Nadja practically jumped into my arms and hugged me ferociously. She was half-naked and I was fearing she would start something that Jenny was too young to witness, but thankfully she she made no move other than showering my face with kisses.
Moments later she was actually completely naked, because Jenny had insisted she try her new outfit right away. The little one stripped down to nothing herself and sped off towards her room to don her own racing outfit, ignoring her mothers’ protestations about her public striptease.
A few minutes later we had Nadja and Jenny clad in racing suits in the living room.
“My car or yours?” Jenny asked with a giggle.
“You don’t have one,” Nadja pointed out.
“Details,” Jenny quipped back and they both walked outside towards Nadja’s Toyota.
Both clad in racing suits, helmets on their heads, took a seat and Nadja sped off the driveway in a plume of tire smoke.
I sent an emergency SMS to Mario and Ilka, just for the case they were somewhere around the mines. A little Toyota was about to get more air time than a skateboard at the X-Games.
Lydia
When Nadja and Jenny returned, more than two hours later, the poor Toyota looked like a barn find. How they had managed to get that much dirt on the roof was anyone’s guess. The absence of any dents or scratch marks did mean though they had at least not rolled it.
Considering that both of them were giggling as if they were part of the Dutch national dope smoking team, could only mean that a jolly good time had been had, and it didn’t need Dr. Freud to work out that Mark better be in peak condition once Jenny was in bed.
The tires were definitely not in peak condition anymore, in fact they were completely ruined. Thankfully the local garage always had new ones in stock. After all, it hadn’t been the first time this little car had had to endure more than what the manufacturer had considered everyday use.
Mark
If one looks for the best hotel in the world, one doesn’t need to look much further than the Dorint Hotel at the Nürburgring. It’s basically a rather expensive grandstand at the start-finish straight. We had booked three rooms. One for Regina and Jenny, one for Nadja and myself and one for the cycling roll that Nadja would have to use after her training course every day.