In the Long Run
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 68: Midnight Talk
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 68: Midnight Talk - 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
Lydia
I woke up in the middle of the night and was immediately gripped by a moment of panic. It must have been years since I woke up and was alone in bed. Most of the time Mark would have his arms around me – or his hands on my boobs – or I would be accompanied by one of the other girls. Disoriented by the lack of sleeping companion I waited until my eyes had gotten used to the dim light coming from outside and I finally spotted Mark in the chair, asleep.
That was not a good sign. It was not really uncommon that Mark would actually go to sleep last and was having a beer or two beforehand. After all, we were all athletes and had made it a bit of a habit to exhaust ourselves in training, enough to fall asleep relatively early, way before he got tired. But that Mark would fall asleep while having his evening drink had only happened a few times before and that usually meant he had had something on his mind and he had been thinking long and hard about it.
Thankfully, I knew what to do in such a case. Being naked was a good start. That would keep his attention on me. Not wearing anything was my default setting in bed anyway, so no action was required. Secondly, I needed a beer. Since he had fallen asleep, there was still an unopened one on the table. That meant I could gently shake him awake and talk about what was bugging him.
“Oh, sorry, I nodded off,” he said sleepily after I had gently shaken him. I took a seat in the other chair, opened the beer bottle and handed it to him before he could make any move to evade talking about what was keeping his mind busy.
“I’ve noticed,” I said. “And we both know what it means. So what is on your mind?”
“It’s hard to talk about,” he admitted with a sigh.
“Obviously,” I said. “Else you would already have talked to me instead of falling asleep in a chair.”
“I need to ask you something. Did you bring Meri into our lives because the two of us were having sex too often and it was starting to feel a little stale?”
“I’m not sure where this is going,” I admitted. “But yes, it was one of the reasons, but by far not the most important one. I was thirty-two and you were eighteen and you were practically ready to go all day. And the almost infuriating bit was, you never did a sloppy job.”
“I was too good?” he asked with a chuckle.
“In a way, yes,” I said. “I still remember every minute of my thirty-second birthday, because you took me out to that fancy restaurant. Now imagine doing that every single day. The restaurant and its service wouldn’t become worse, but after the umpteenth time it just wouldn’t be anything special anymore.”
“Well, you don’t remember the part of destroying your own butt with a dildo once we were back home,” he teased me with a grin. “But I get your point, and that is exactly what got me thinking in a way.”
“Why?”
“It’s two-fold,” he explained. “Today, for really the first time, I realized it’s getting harder keeping up with all of you, especially if you all get frisky at the same time. Five years ago I could manage that easily, but not anymore, and this time it is I who feels like the shine is coming off in a way.”
“You’re doubting our lifestyle?” I asked, somewhat worried about the weight of what he was pondering.
“Not at all,” Mark said. “I just feel that we’re not going to the fancy restaurant at all anymore, to use your analogy. When was the last time the two of us had the time and space for you to do some blindfold play? When was the last time I could take Nadja to the woods and play to her submissive side? We’re having lots of sex, but lately it was way too ‘normal’ if that makes sense?”
I nodded, understanding where he was coming from.
“It is a phase we have to get through. As long as our own house isn’t completed yet, and we all live in the same place, free space and time will remain a bit of a premium commodity. Not to mention that we’ve taken on a lot of side projects this year, like Nadja’s racing or the flight to Pasadena.”
“So you think we’ll get back to how things used to be?” he asked.
“Perhaps even better,” I promised him. “When our own house is finished, who do you think will show up every day to fetch her little sister? We won’t be kept on our toes all the time, taking care that Jenny doesn’t walk in on something she’s too young to see.”
Mark chuckled. “Sometimes I wonder if we will get to see our own daughter for longer than a day before she’s old enough to marry.”
“Does it bother you?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Jenny wanted a proper family all her life. She is happy. And it’s hardly a bad thing to know Feli is in the best of hands when we’re on tour. Nadja said the same thing, remember? And as you say, that might be the key to us getting some more experimentation time for ourselves. We’ll be thrust back into full time parenting soon enough when Matt arrives, because I think Jenny will then need some space of her own.”
I chuckled with him. “Regina and Meri will have their hands full with those two, won’t they?”
“Or not at all,” he argued with amusement. “I’ve stopped monitoring their emails once we had seen the kids stick to the rules, but I doubt they have become any less steamy since then. I bet you, on her fourteenth birthday Jenny will walk up to Regina and say ‘I’m legal now, pills please, thank you very much!’”
I had to muffle my laughter, lest I made too much noise in the middle of the night. Yep, that definitely sounded like something Jenny would say.
“Bloody bad time for the beer to be empty,” Mark complained with a sigh.
“Femke never got round to drink hers because you almost literally boinked her to sleep,” I said with a chuckle and stood to fetch it.
“Erm, you’re naked,” he reminded me.
“And you like me that way,” I shot back and winked at him. Then I left towards the room Femke and Nadja were sleeping in.
Mark
“Oops, I forgot they have a security guard around here,” Lydia said and giggled as she slipped back into our room.
“Another lucky guy, who got a gorgeous eyeful,” I said with a chuckle.
“It was actually a woman,” she corrected me, equally amused. “And sweet Jesus, I thought Femke had lots of muscles. Top Tip: Don’t get into trouble with security around here.”
“Won’t Femke be annoyed that you nicked her beer?” I asked before opening it.
“Do you think she would have drunk it in the morning?” Lydia asked back and chuckled. “It would have ended up being extra weight in the car. By the way, can I ask something?”
“Sure.”
“Do you seriously think I’m still looking good, or are you just saying that because you think you have to?”
I looked at her, suspecting a trick question.
“Don’t tell me you of all people have become insecure about your body,” I said.
“You of all people have become insecure of your performance between the sheets,” Lydia reminded me.
“Sure, but I’m not getting offers of three million bucks for the world to see me. I you don’t take my word for it, take the Playboy’s word. They aren’t known for paying serious money to women who don’t look spectacularly good.”
“So my boobs are not sagging, even though I’ll be forty next year, but that can’t be all,” Lydia said and I could even hear a little hurt in her voice.
“You are a world class athlete, love. There’s no gram of fat on you and you have practically not changed in the last ten years. Sure, I could get myself a magnifying glass and after searching for half an hour, I might find a tiny wrinkle around your eyes that hadn’t been there five years ago, but why would I do that?”
She leaned in and gave me a grateful kiss.
“Have I something to do with it?” I asked. “Have I shown too little interest?”
She smiled. “Not at all, it was ... perhaps I’m being silly ... oh what the hell ... Those two boys who are using our pool twice a week ... after working on the construction site across the road?”
“Mario and Jogi have made you insecure about your appearance?” I asked.
“In a way,” Lydia admitted. “The tall one always leaves immediately anyway, but Mario often stays a while to catch some sunlight. Now you know us. He’s old enough to have sex, so we decided he’s also old enough to see a naked woman. We don’t bother putting on clothes when the boys are around. He practically stares at Regina, he even has to roll onto his stomach, and we know what that means with boys.”
“And he doesn’t stare at you,” I guessed.
Lydia nodded. “He even actively looked away.”
She looked almost shocked when I had to stifle a laugh.
“Darling, he looks away from all of you, because he suffers a predictable bodily reaction every time. Well, with Regina he can’t help it. She has an unfair advantage over all of you.”
“I think you’ve lost me there...” she said.
“She never taught Mario’s class, but Jenny once told me that pretty much every boy in the school who is older than she is has a massive crush on her mother, the English teacher. Regina probably broke dozens of young hearts when she resigned her job last year.”
Lydia gasped as she understood what I was saying.
“So he had a crush on her and now he gets to see her in all her glory,” she realized.
“Exactly,” I confirmed. “I just hope Regina doesn’t get too brazen or tries to get a rise out of him. He could get into trouble with Ilka, and they look way too good together to damage their relationship. But something tells me it isn’t just him not looking at you that made you insecure.”
“Okay, confession time,” Lydia said. “We all tried to get a rise out of him. And before you go off on me half-cocked, we did so because Ilka herself had asked us to do so.”
“You know her?” I asked. “Nadja and I have met her once in February, but I didn’t know you’ve met her too.”
“I know, she told me about the run-in,” Lydia said and giggled. “Ilka bought the hair salon down at Steindamm, and Nadja convinced us all to have our hair done there from now on.”
“And this is the stuff you talk about when you’re sitting in that chair? Jeez, remind me never to accompany you to the hair salon.”
Lydia shrugged. “Not at first of course, but we soon realized we are in a way kindred spirits. We both have much younger lovers and you and Mario are apparently not too different either. Like you he only cares about his partner when doing the deed, rather than is own entertainment. I don’t know if she exaggerated, but apparently, ever since they started having sex, she only ever once did not climax.”
“Yep, I’m not going to the hair salon with you,” I groaned theatrically. “You seriously talk about such things there?”
“Ilka runs the place all on her own, so she only works by appointment. That means there’s only ever me and her around. You can’t get much more privacy than that.”
“So if I understand that correctly, Mario, despite his relative inexperience, is actually quite a good lover, but they’re having the same fancy-restaurant-problem that we once had and Ilka wouldn’t mind if he expended some of his excess energy somewhere else and she asked you to poke the bear a bit.”
“Essentially yes,” Lydia said.
“The thought of telling me about it was lost in the mail or something?” I asked and made sure that she could sense my momentary irritation.
“It was lost when Regina couldn’t get hold of you when you were too busy dishing out some exquisite sexual torture on a modified bike on a roll in this very hotel. Instead of testing your special saddle herself, she was supposed to talk to you about Ilka and Mario. So we had to put all plans on hold anyway.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Mark, none of us had any plans to take Mario to bed until we knew if you were okay with it or not. And neither did Ilka by the way. She’s not a dummy. It is one thing to think that you are okay with your lover fooling around with someone else. It’s another thing for it to actually happen.”
“And what was the grand master plan then?” I asked, letting her know I still wasn’t quite satisfied yet with the facts presented.
“As I said, Regina was supposed to tell you, because she was the only one who would let anything happen for the time being. Ilka had told us that if one of us were to give him a blowjob or a handjob or something, that would be something she could easily forgive, even if she found out that she actually had fooled herself into believing that she was okay with it. Her reasoning was, going all the way would do irreparable damage in that case.”
“Well, that’s how things went wrong between Femke and Jonjo,” I agreed. “So the plan was clever, and for the record, I would be perfectly okay with it, even if I have been asked somewhat belatedly. But didn’t you all miss an important bit there?”
“Not asking you in time, yes,” Lydia admitted. “In fact we had planned to talk to you in Pasadena when Jenny is not around.”
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