In the Long Run
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 80: Jenny’s Catapult
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 80: Jenny’s Catapult - 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 mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sports Incest Mother Son Light Bond Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Massage Oral Sex Pegging Petting Nudism
Ian
Sofia chuckled when we watched Ira getting caught up in the pandemonium. I wasn’t on top of all details, because Sofia had provided several distractions during the day, but we had just watched Nadja cross the line to finish sixth, and first in the class their car was running in. The entire team went absolutely bonkers and Ira found herself in the middle of a crowd of wildly celebrating mechanics and engineers.
I was worried for a moment that some of the celebrating team members would become too exuberant, but that uneasiness subsided, when I saw Mark’s best friend Jonjo rescue her from the mosh pit. I had met him before. He had once given us a ride back to Groningen to fetch our stranded plane after we had to divert there due to a sudden thunderstorm.
“Not bad for the first attempt,” Sofia said and chuckled. “Will they need your help again? I’m sure Nadja will claim her reward.”
“Mark and Mario will take care of that,” I said with a grin. “Now, if I happen to be around, I’ll probably not be averse to lending a hand.”
“Or some other body part,” Sofia added with a giggle.
Mark
It was a good thing that I had not skipped the eggs at breakfast. No doubt Nadja would not lose much time to claim her prize, even if it would be rather late by the time we got home. Ian was expected to arrive at half past six in the evening, so it would likely be after nine before we would be back home.
For the moment we had no chance to leave the track anyway. Like after all sporting events there were podium celebrations to go through and with nearly twenty different classes of cars, those would take a while. Nadja threw me a kiss from the podium when she was handed her big trophy for winning her class.
As far as I knew, Gee had been there before, but for Ronny and Nadja this was the first big win of their career. Even Jonjo got honored. The broadcaster had run a poll for the favorite car and the Melkus had won hands-down. As the designer of it, Jonjo got to step up on the podium. He didn’t get a big trophy, but if I understood right, this prize came with a rather substantial financial reward.
It took a while for all the commotion to die down, and by the time we finally reached the little airfield, Ian was already waiting for us, next to his Pilatus. He congratulated Nadja with a hug and kissed Ira, before turning to me when the girls had entered the plane.
“I’ve heard some thanks are in order,” he said and shook my hand. “Ira texted me that she finally got to try one of her kinkier ideas.”
“I just hope she got it out of her system,” I said. “It’s not much fun to be brutally honest, at least not that part.”
“Don’t count on that,” Ian said wistfully. “I might have to rely on you again some day.”
“Well, you could help me,” I said with a grin. “I won’t have to call in the cavalry if you’re up to a little celebration later tonight.”
“Depends on what Ira has to say about it,” Ian said.
I chuckled. “She’ll probably be a bit disappointed that Lydia isn’t around, but I bet Meri and Regina will be more than happy to keep her busy.”
“Are you two coming in or will you waste all our time trading stories?” Ira asked, standing in the passenger door. Ian and I had to laugh. She had already changed into her stewardess outfit, or at least the bottom half of it. She was naked from the waist up.
Ian shook his head and closed the cargo door before we boarded the plane too.
How he kept his head straight on after seeing Ira topless would probably remain a mystery forever. That man took professionalism to a new level. I couldn’t even keep myself from getting painfully hard in an instant.
We had just reached cruising altitude and Ira was serving drinks – a glass of bubbly stuff for Nadja, and a beer for me.
“I would help you with that, but I have a hunch you need to save your strength for later,” Ira said with a giggle and pointed at the front of my pants where my erection was somewhat hard to hide.
“Speaking of which,” I replied in kind. “Do I need to call in Mario or would you mind if I ask Ian for help?”
“You’re behind the curve, sweetie,” she said and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “He already asked me. I don’t know who this Mario is, but I don’t think you need to inconvenience him.”
Nadja laughed. “I don’t think he would call it an inconvenience.”
“You okay with that too?” I asked Nadja and she nodded, smiling happily.
Meri
There were days when I felt like an old woman. I seemed to remember that a few years back I didn’t have too many days on which I didn’t quite feel like having sex.
That definitely didn’t apply to the rest of the gang. Clothes had come off as soon as they had come home and Regina and I had walked over to their place. We had a few drinks and both Mark and Ian had been rock hard the entire time. Neither was shy about it, despite being naked and it wasn’t hard to guess the reason.
I had never seen Ira naked before, but my god, the body of that girl, which made my temporary loss of sexual appetite even more confusing. Well, Regina certainly had not lost hers, as she was very busy eating Ira’s pussy.
I was quite sure she would gladly have swapped Ira for Mark, but he was unavailable as he was balls-deep inside Nadja’s petite ass. Ian, at the bottom of the pile, was pounding her somewhat bald pussy something fierce. Granted, after spending the best part of two days in a racing car Nadja had a bit of stubble down there, but she had been too keen to claim the prize that meant more to her than the trophy she had brought back. Normally she was quite particular about being freshly shaved.
Watching Ira simply blew my mind. I was full enough of myself to think that I was a very good looking gal, but my word, that woman made me look a bit drab. While Nadja was trying to scare off wild-life with her moaning in the background, Regina and Ira had switched to a rather enthusiastic sixty-nine.
I couldn’t help but being reminded of that talk we had had in the early morning. Again, it hadn’t been Regina who had taken the initiative. Ira had done so. I started to wonder if my currently lost appetite for sex had been caused by the fact that Regina also had not made any move on me for quite a while.
Mark
“I think there will be no training for me tomorrow,” Nadja said as she came back from the bathroom, walking rather awkwardly.
“This might be a silly question,” Ian said. “But why do you still have the blindfold on?”
We all chuckled.
“Because she likes it that way,” Regina said and pointed at Nadja. “Watch.”
Her gait was a bit wonky due to being sore from the recent shenanigans, but Nadja easily found her way to the fridge and fetched herself a beer. With practiced ease she found the correct drawer, took out a bottle opener and removed the cap.
Ian’s eyes were wide in astonishment.
“We all have our kinks,” Nadja said with a giggle and sat down next to me on the sofa, still blindfolded.
“Have you memorized the entire house?” Ira asked and Nadja nodded.
“Took me a good two weeks to learn everything. I also know Meri’s and Regina’s place inside out.”
“Mind you, we built the place with it in mind,” I explained. “There are no sharp edges anywhere and no unnecessary steps.”
“So that’s what those handrails on the wall are for?” Ira asked me.
I nodded. “There are certain design principles used when building homes for blind people. In a way this whole house was built as if it was meant for a blind person.”
“Wow, all that effort just for Nadja,” Ira said. “I’m seriously impressed.”
I chuckled. “Lydia likes blindfold play too. Unlike Nadja she didn’t have time though to memorize the whole layout yet. There’s Olympic games coming up.”
“I thought Nadja was competing too,” Ian noted.
“Due to the Nürburgring race my practice schedule has been disrupted,” Nadja explained. “I’m at best a long-shot in the road race in Sidney anyway. Lydia is hands-down favorite in the marathon. She couldn’t afford any disruptions of her schedule.”
“I’m surprised you don’t do the marathon too,” Ira said. “I mean, it’s just running, you surely haven’t forgotten how to do that.”
Nadja chuckled and finally took the blindfold off.
“I’ve registered for the ten thousand meters, because Lydia doesn’t run those this time, even though she’s defending champion. I could never compete with her in the marathon. If it came to a close finish we would both try to let the other win and in the end someone else would take advantage of it.”
“That sounds like quite a schedule,” Ian pointed out. “Cycling and the 10K, and all in a year where your preparation hasn’t been optimal?”
“It’s a long shot,” Nadja said with a smile. “I’m the only one around here who hasn’t won a Gold medal yet. I doubt I will do so this time round, but at least I have three attempts at it.”
“I guess there will be no un-retirement for you?” Ira asked Meri. “Didn’t you win a gold last time?”
Meri shook her head. “Silver and bronze. I got my gold in 1992. I would have nothing to win. The road race is too hard for a sprinter this time round and on the track I would have had the same problem as Nadja and Lydia. I would have to go up against Femke. I don’t miss the frequent traveling at all.”
“Right, time for me to get some sleep,” Nadja said. “It’s been a long two days.”
I stood to accompany her, but Nadja whispered in my ear. “I think Regina needs you.”
With that she went and left us behind.
Meri
We all marveled at the impressive stamina of Mario, but it could not be said that Mark was getting old. He had taken care of Ira the night before, then double-teamed Nadja in the evening with Ian and although I had not specifically kept track, it had been hard to miss that he had fucked Regina absolutely silly at least twice in the night and the morning.
There were days however, when I wanted to smack Regina upside the head for her knack of taking things a bit too literally. I was woken up by rather enthusiastic rendition of AC/DCs “Thunderstruck”. Yes, I had told her she should rekindle their old hobby of playing guitar together, but I hadn’t necessarily meant for her to do so at a quarter past seven in the morning!
I trundled out of our bedroom and found the two delinquents in the living room. When they saw me, they immediately stopped the noise. To my surprise, both of them were stark naked. Well, in Regina’s case that was the factory setting, but Mark rarely skipped about the house without at least a pair of shorts on.
“Did we wake you?” he asked.
“No, silly, I always sleep-walk past impromptu AC/DC concerts,” I replied somewhat grumpily and disappeared into the bathroom.
Regina
Oops, my better half was a bit on the grumpy side, so Mark and I put the instruments down and went to prepare breakfast. I had almost forgotten how much fun a proper jam-session with Mark could be, but we should perhaps have curbed our enthusiasm, waiting for a slightly more godly hour to start.
While I was still wondering whether a nice breakfast could mollify my sweetheart at least a little bit, Meri came back out of the bathroom with the shower still running. She walked up to us and grabbed Mark’s hand.
“Come here, hunk,” she said and took him with her into the bathroom. It didn’t take long until I could hear the familiar sounds of bathroom sex under the shower.
The not quite so subtle hint was not lost on me. Meri had reminded me of our talk from the day before by more or less shoving it in my face what she meant when she said I should take the initiative more.
Funnily enough I immediately realized that said hint was not meant in regards to Mark. There was no way that Meri had missed the fact that we had not spent the entire night sleeping. I understood that she wanted me to understand that I had also paid her too little attention lately. That would go a long way to explain her grumpy disposition.
The door bell rang and I opened the door, knowing it were Ira and Ian. They had to go home soon and I had texted them to come over to our place for breakfast.
They both chuckled when they saw me wave them in.
“Are you really naked all the time, Regina?” Ira asked me.
“Not always,” I said. “I was fully clothed ... um ... last Tuesday, when I had to buy some food.”
“That was six days ago,” Ian pointed out the obvious.
“If you want to live a really lazy life, hope that you’re reborn as a washing machine in our household,” I told him.
“Or become Mark, if you fancy a really busy one,” Ira said with a laugh just as we could hear Meri’s noisy orgasm in the bathroom.
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