In the Long Run
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 82: Mark’s Apprentice
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 82: Mark’s Apprentice - 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
Mark
Although we were all butt naked, things remained strictly G-rated, even after Jenny had taken her leave to walk over to their place and relieve Doreen’s sister of babysitting duty.
“Doreen, would you like to come to Malaysia with us? You could get your first taste of a proper altitude training,” I suggested.
“I can probably out-swim everyone of you,” she said. “But today has been my very first really serious cycling training, and I feel every muscle in my body. I’m not sure I can already keep up with people who are gunning for an Olympic medal.”
“Shit,” I swore, remembering that I had massaged Lydia, Meri, Nadja and Femke – without the extra service as Jenny had been present – but I had completely forgotten about Doreen.
I grabbed Doreen’s hand and lead her to the tent, apologizing that I had completely forgotten to massage her muscles as well after the training session. Everyone followed. Lydia made a point of it to put a towel over Doreen’s butt once she had taken her position on the bench, just to remind me that certain advanced techniques were not applicable, even now that Jenny had left.
I belatedly started the work I should have done hours ago.
Lydia
“You know what folks, I think I’ll give it a try,” Doreen said with a groan. “I might die of exhaustion, but the physio is much better than what we ever had in the swimming club. How much does a flight to Malaysia cost?”
I chuckled. “If we sign you up to Johns company, you’ll be covered by our contract. We co-own the airplane.”
“Signing with an American company?” Doreen asked back. “My English isn’t really very good.”
“They’ve had a German subsidiary for years now,” I said with a chuckle. “In fact the boss of that German subsidiary is currently un-wrecking your legs.”
“Just how many jobs does he have?” Doreen inquired, giggling.
“Way too many,” Mark said, giving her thigh a good squeeze, making her wince. Her muscles were definitely still in knots.
He kept working on her legs and we could see how Doreen was finally unwinding. Unfortunately, although Mark was extra-careful not to touch any sensitive bits, she was also getting somewhat excited. No doubt she had never really experienced a proper massage before.
“He normally doesn’t stop there, does he?” Doreen’s boyfriend Jogi told me in a lowered voice and I nodded.
He walked over to the massage bench and had a whispering conversation with Mark. Mark took a step back, grinning, and Jogi reached below the towel over Doreen’s butt. It took less than a minute for her to cry out in the throes of an almighty orgasm after her boyfriend had fingered her to an explosive climax.
Regina
We all had to chuckle when we returned to the deck chairs around the pool. Doreen was still blushing and breathing hard. It didn’t take a mind reader to know that she just had had the most explosive orgasm in a very long time.
“Is it always like that?” Doreen asked with an abashed giggle. “I’ve had a lot of orgasms since you all taught Jogi some new tricks, but I’m literally seeing stars right now. That was intense.”
“It’s the build-up,” Lydia explained. “Trust me, we’ve all been frustrated today, because Jenny was around and Mark couldn’t finish it the usual way.”
“It certainly works for motivation,” Doreen admitted with a blush. “My legs are better than half an hour ago, but they are still killing me. Doesn’t matter, I can’t wait to get back on the bike tomorrow.”
“We know that feeling,” Lydia agreed and we all chuckled.
Doreen took a deep breath. “Guess I’ll have to find out the price for a ticket to Malaysia after all, so that Jogi can come with us. At least my parents could do something useful with all their money for a change.”
“Why?” Jogi asked. “We know Mark knows what he’s doing. I won’t go potty if he gives you a good one after a hard training session. I trust Mark not to go any further.”
Doreen looked at him in surprise, but Mark intervened.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Jogi, but I think I have a better idea. What would you think about training to be a physio yourself? I could really use someone to help me, now that I’m in charge of your whole team.”
“The idea is tempting, but I’m not sure how keen I am on massaging my team mates’ hairy legs,” Jogi admitted to general amusement.
“Physiotherapy is a lot more than just massaging legs,” Mark said. “The fact that I am doing the massages myself is just because our massages come with a few extras, else you would just hire a professional masseuse. The real work of a physio is working out rehab programs after injuries and overseeing training methods. You could do your team a lot of good with that, besides being the best at feeding Mario some really deadly crosses.”
“That would have been my next question,” Mario chipped in. “That won’t take him away from the team, will it? Trust me, we’d be royally fucked without Jogi.”
“Don’t worry,” Meri said. “I also started my training while I was still competing. I could get Jogi a spot at the FES in Berlin. I’m going there often enough and could give him a ride when he needs to be there.”
“Or Nadja, then he’ll arrive in half the time,” Femke supplied dryly, causing another round of chuckles.
“I like the idea,” Jogi said. “As I said, I trust you Mark, but you won’t always be available, especially when you guys are away in winter. And Doreen will compete for quite a few years to come.”
“I’ll be the guinea pig for the first lessons,” I volunteered. “I don’t think we should use our athletes as training subjects so close to the Olympics.”
“That plane will be crowded,” Mark said. “But I agree, as long as Doreen is okay with that?”
Doreen nodded. “Jogi trusts you, and I trust Regina. It’s a non-issue.”
“Guess that just leaves the decision what to do with Feli if we all go to Malaysia,” Mark said. “We could take her with us.”
“Or you leave her here,” Mario suggested. “Ilka and I are finally moving into our home next week and Ilka would love to look after her for a few days.”
“Those few days would be an entire month,” Mark said. “We’re going straight to Sidney from there.”
“So what,” Mario said with a shrug. “Feli knows us. She even calls me uncle, would you believe that?”
We all laughed. “Everyone around here is auntie or uncle, including her own mother,” Lydia said and turned to Mark. “Besides, Jenny will be here too. I think she’s old enough by now to look after herself for a while, especially when Ilka is around just across the road.”
“They can come to our place to get fed,” Mario offered. “She would never admit it, but Ilka would love to have two chicks to cluck over for a while. She didn’t get to be the mother hen since she lost Christian eight years ago.”
Silence fell for a moment when we were reminded of the tragedy that had befallen Mario’s better half.
“Where is Ilka anyway?” Meri asked, breaking the awkward silence.
Mario smiled. “She’s busy preparing to move. Our place is full of boxes. Normally I would help, but she’s so looking forward to finally getting out of that damn attic, it would feel like taking away from her, so I decided to get out of her hair instead.”
That lightened the mood considerably, and we all chuckled.
“Right, that’s decided then,” Mark decreed. “Jogi, I’ll start to instruct you tomorrow. You’ll get to work on the town’s favorite teacher.”
“Make it a good one, honey,” Doreen told Jogi.
“No pressure for you then,” Jogi told Mark and we all laughed.
Lydia
It had been a long time since we had all been buck naked for an entire evening and things had not descended into X-rated activity. For us girls being without clothes was not much of a novelty, but the three boys joining us was not too common. Granted, temperatures above twenty-five, even after sunset, had helped a lot with that, especially with the additional heat radiating from the grill.
True to Meri’s ‘orders’ Mark had foregone the meat and had served us a very good Mediterranean mix of grilled vegetables. I suspected that Regina had lent him a hand in that. She was by far the best cook among us. It was testament to the quality of the food that even the resident carnivores, Mario and Jogi, had wolfed down a copious amounts of the food.
The next day, unfortunately, was no less hot than the previous and I could tell we were all looking forward to getting out of our cycling gear again. But beforehand there were some hefty training units to get trough. With the grid of small roads in between the old open pit mines we could design our own training routes. Meri, Nadja, Femke and I rode what we called the ‘long route’, while I had instructed Doreen to ride a shorter route at her own pace. She was still in early training for her pursuit to move away from swimming into triathlon and there was no point in burning her out. After all we were battle-hardened Olympic athletes while Doreen was a seventeen year old rookie.
We all congregated after the 150 minutes of the unit were done and when Doreen joined us, I could see she was having cramps. One look at Nadja was all it took and she moved over, pushed Doreen onto her back on the ground and started to stretch the girl’s left foot to relieve the cramping calf-muscles.
“We have to work on your sitting position,” I told Doreen when I could see the pain in her leg had subsided. I held out my hand to help her stand up.
“I think I’ve just overdone it a bit,” she said, breathing heavily. “I made it to four-hundred Watts for at least five minutes. Maybe that was a bit much for the start?”
“Fucking hell,” Femke swore. “That’s pretty impressive for someone so young.”
“Yeah, but also painful,” Doreen admitted, rubbing her left leg.
“I bet she can get to 420 easily,” Femke told me and turned to Doreen afterwards. “No offense, girl, but you’re sitting on that bike like a wet sack of barley. That wastes a lot of energy. I think we should take you to the wind tunnel. I gained minutes when I finally found the proper position on the bike.”
Doreen was looking at me and I just smiled. “You’re looking at the defending Olympic champion in the time trial,” I said. “When Femke says you can profit from a day in the wind tunnel, then that’s exactly where we’ll go.”
“Just tell me we’re not literally going there,” Doreen groaned.
“Nah,” I said ‘benevolently’. “That would be sixty-eight kilometers all the way to Dresden. I think twenty will do, and ten for you, Doreen. Take your gels, we’re setting off in fifteen minutes.”
Nadja
We had staked out a two kilometer lap for ourselves and a one kilometer lap for Doreen and it didn’t look like Lydia had any intention to go easy on us in the final running unit. In fact she was setting such a stiff pace that, although I still managed to follow her, we had already lapped Femke and Meri.
Since the two laps converged on the fictional start-finish-straight, we occasionally passed young Doreen. Out of a false sense of duty or pride, she tried to keep up with us for a while, but I could see that Lydia was giving her clear hand gestures to slow down.
Two laps before the finish I gave up trying to stay with Lydia. She was simply too fast for me that day. I had my doubts about the chances of scoring some silverware in cycling, but even though I could not longer follow, I had the feeling that I was in good shape for the ten kilometers. After all, I had managed to hang on for sixteen kilometers.
When I finally finished my tenth lap, I could see Lydia holding Doreen in her arms. The girl was crying from sheer exhaustion. I could relate only too well. I had been there often enough after the first really hard training units in my younger years.
Meri and Femke ran past about two minutes after I had finished and Lydia gestured that they could spare themselves the final lap, but both of them shook their heads and soldiered on regardless.
Mark
On any other day I would have laughed out loud. Jogi and Mario weren’t quite the compulsive nudists compared to us, but they had both just run out into the street stark rollock naked. The reason why I didn’t guffaw was the sight that had made them do it.
The girls were returning from their practice on their racing bikes. Femke and Meri were propping up Doreen and pushing her as she seemed completely unable to pedal. She hung over the handle bars in a semi-conscious state.
Doreen’s bike fell over after Jogi had yanked her off it, surprisingly swiftly for someone who was as scrawny as him. He carried Doreen to our backyard and put her down on the massage bench in the tent. Her kit was drenched with sweat and she was breathing very heavily. I quickly grabbed a thermometer from my bag and put it in her mouth to check if she had a fever or even a heat stroke.
“I’m sorry, Jogi, but you’ll have to get at least the pants off her,” I told him while holding Doreen’s chin up to make sure she wouldn’t spit out the thermometer. “I can’t really massage through the pants.”
“Shoulder straps,” Jogi said cryptically. “We have to get everything off anyway and she looks like she can use some fresh air.”
I had to admit, he reacted surprisingly calm, considering it was his semi-conscious girlfriend on my massage bench. He was literally on his first day of training, but I could tell he had parts of the professional detachment down to a T, if one didn’t count running out into the street in the buff. Thankfully our home, Meri and Regina’s place, and as of last week, the house of Ilka and Mario were the only ones actually finished already, and at this time of day there weren’t any construction workers around anymore.
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