In the Long Run
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 85: Tropical Delights
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 85: Tropical Delights - 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
Ira
Although I was the Chief Purser of our airline, I rarely ever got to work as one. With now almost fifty flight attendants to manage, I actually spent most of my time in the office, working out schedules and shift plans with our Chief Pilot Fred.
Today, however, both Fred and I got to work the jobs we had been trained for. Fred and Ian were upfront in the cockpit, while I worked the cabin. Not that I had much work to do. All eight passengers were sleeping soundly. We had watched the Olympic games of course, and we knew that all three of the competing athletes had bagged a gold medal.
That had been a somewhat unsurprising result in Lydia’s case – after all she had also won the marathon in 1992 and 1996 – but I knew enough about them to know that Nadja’s and Femke’s medals had come as a surprise. Knowing that, we weren’t exactly surprised when we saw that none of them had been entirely sober when they arrived at the airport.
Granted, Jogi and Doreen, being only sixteen and seventeen, were at worst very mildly buzzed, but it was obvious that the others had let them sip a bit of whine. I wasn’t sure if that was entirely legal in Australia, but in Germany they were legally allowed to purchase low-percentage drinks like beer or wine, so the others had apparently not had a problem with it.
The question of serving more drinks did not come up as the lot of them had been fast asleep by the time we had reached cruising altitude. The idea of collecting them in the evening and flying through the night had been Ian’s. He reckoned that this would make it easier for them to overcome the inevitable jet lag upon returning to Europe.
Mark
There are worse ways to wake up on a transcontinental flight. Okay, my head was ringing a bit, because our victory celebration had gone out of control, slightly, but it was nowhere near as bad as I had felt a few years ago when I had taken half a crate for the team at Regina’s topping out ceremony.
That could only mean I had been out for several hours, because I felt that I had slept off my inebriation quite well. Any thoughts of potential discomfort went away when I saw the attire of our stewardess, or the relative lack thereof. Ira gave me a beautiful smile when she noticed that I was awake. I tried my damnedest not to dribble when I saw that she was naked from the waist up.
To be fair, Ira never wore anything above the waistline, unless Jenny was aboard, but that view would never get old. Ian’s airline had offered flights with topless flight attendants in the past, but that particular type of service had long since been discontinued, so the only times Ira got to offer topless services were our flights. We were certainly not going to complain, and I knew from talking to Ian that our flights were the only ones which gave Ira an excuse to get out of the office in the first place.
“Morning, sleepy head,” she greeted me with a kiss on the tip of my nose.
“No details,” I grumbled. “What year is it and where are we?”
Ira chuckled softly, trying not to wake any of the others. “We’re over the Red Sea right now. Coffee?”
“Make it two,” I whispered back. “When she smells coffee, Lydia will be awake in an instant.”
Regina
To be brutally honest, Senftenberg wasn’t exactly a tourist attraction, in fact with all the pock marks of open pit mining the landscape looked more like something NASA could have used to train astronauts for moon landings, but I definitely had had my fill of long distance travel for a while and I was definitely looking forward to spending a few days at home, especially since I missed Jenny.
Our party in Sydney had gotten a bit out of hand, but by the time Ian landed the plane at Dresden, we had all been decent again. Instead of hailing a few taxis to get us home, Ian had organized a thirteen seat mini bus, which we could all pile into. After all the opulence of the hotel suite in Sidney, going home on a bus felt comfortingly humble for a change.
Alas, by the look of it, things seemed to take on a turn for the worse when we saw a whole bunch of police cars with blue lights just as we came up to the city limits of Senftenberg. Our driver stopped and a police officer approached our vehicle. He looked entirely too jolly for an officer at what looked like the scene of a massive accident.
Well, that particular mystery was solved when the officer explained that there was no way they were going to let us sneak into the city in a bus, and we realized that someone seemed to have organized some sort of ‘welcome back’ ceremony.
The culprit revealed herself when Jenny came up to our bus, grinning from ear to ear, hugging each of us as we tiredly left the bus. With the initial greetings done, Jenny collected Lydia, Nadja and Femke and walked off with them towards the police cars where the officers quickly formed two rows of a guard of honor for them to walk through.
Lydia
It dawned on me that letting Jenny have access to Meri’s credit card had not been the smartest idea. We all looked at each other dumbfounded when, after walking through a guard of honor, formed by applauding police officers, we walked up to an open-top land-yacht that made our large Ford Granada look like Noddy’s car. Somehow Jenny had gotten hold of the largest American street cruiser I had ever seen, and apparently Nadja, Femke and I were supposed to sit in it.
Mark, Regina, Meri, Doreen and Jogi gave us a ‘we’re so out of here’ wave from the distance and bundled back into the bus, grinning, which could only mean that at least one of them, if not all, had known about this.
What I also noticed was that Jenny had apparently forgotten to hire a driver for the land-yacht, but that observation gave way to a ‘what was I thinking’ vibe when Regina’s daughter made herself comfortable in the driver’s seat as if it was the most normal thing for a thirteen year old to drive a car so big it could be seen from space. Since we were literally surrounded by policemen and none of them minded Jenny taking the wheel, it could only mean this had somehow been allowed by the authorities.
Four police officers on motorbikes took position in front of our car and we set off for what looked like being paraded around town. The others followed us in the bus.
And paraded around we were. It looked like the whole bloody city had come out. Senftenberg had three public schools and we went past all three of them with the entire contingent of pupils lined up on both sides of the road, cheering us.
What hit me hardest was the fact that we were getting a hero’s welcome in a German town, while none of us had actually won anything for Germany. I had competed for the United States, Nadja for Iceland and Femke for the Netherlands, but that didn’t bother people in the slightest. In fact, they had brought American, Dutch and Icelandic flags.
By the time we reached the city hall, all three of us were very emotional about the whole celebration, and things weren’t helped by the fact that the Mayor gave a very nice speech and inducted all three of us into the roll of honorary citizens of the town. I was about to burst into tears at some point, but the Mayor saved us by making a pithy remark that Germany at least won something too, mentioning that Jenny had won her third consecutive national karting championship the weekend before, which got huge cheers from what we gathered were her school mates.
Meri
“Holy smokes,” Femke said as she let herself fall backwards onto the sofa once we had finally arrived at Mark and Lydia’s place. “I’ve won shit before, but I’ve never gotten such a reception in the Netherlands, and we Dutch are crazy about cycling.”
“Welcome to the supremely beige part of Germany,” Regina mentioned sarcastically as she divested herself of her clothing. “People here don’t have much to celebrate most of the time.”
“I don’t even live here,” Femke noted.
“You do now,” Mark said. “At least in the mind of these people. Face it, you’re stuck with us now.”
We all chuckled about that remark.
“I guess there are worse fates,” Femke retorted. “I could use a beer now.”
“You do remember that the winter season starts in six weeks?” I reminded her sternly.
“Fuck you, Meri,” Femke retorted, but with a smile. Mark brought two beers – one for himself and one for Femke. “If you want me to be properly motivated for the winter season, make sure I’m well and properly fucked.”
“Should I get the strap-on?” Regina asked and giggled.
“Not yet, but once my brain is back in the correct timezone, it’ll be Mark who needs a massage to un-wreck his muscles.”
We all had to chuckle about that remark. Mark didn’t look the least bit concerned about that prospect.
“I’ll have to go home first though,” Femke continued. “We’ve been away for weeks and I’ve gone through all my clothes by now.”
Regina chuckled.
“We don’t look like it,” she commented, pointing at her naked body. “But believe it or not, we actually have a washing machine.”
“And you have enough to fill it with already,” Femke argued. “It doesn’t feel right to add my stuff to an already large pile of laundry.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Mark chipped in. “And besides, knowing Regina, she actually looks forward to a slightly more domestic time.”
“You can say that again,” Regina agreed. “It’s nice to have seen Australia, but I’ve had my fill of travel for a long time. For the next three days I plan to expose the lot of you to my cooking.”
“Oh, woe is us,” Mark lamented theatrically, which got him a playful kick in the ass from Regina and chuckles from the whole crew.
“Speaking of woe,” I noted. “Where is Jenny? She’s not still driving around in that massive car, is she?”
“No she isn’t.” Mark said. “The special permission for her to drive was only from the city limits to the city hall. Where could she possibly be? At your place, of course, making sure nobody abducts Feli. I’m actually surprised she let Doreen’s sister watch Feli instead of just bringing her to the event.”
“So it was you, who organized all the ballyhoo today,” Lydia accused him with a chuckle.
“Actually, Ilka, Mario and Jenny did, but they kept me in the loop,” Mark confessed, looking inordinately smug about having pulled off this stunt without anyone finding out beforehand.
“Has anyone seen them? Ilka and Mario, I mean?” I asked.
“They’re in a rehab training center in Bavaria,” Mark explained. “Mario tore a muscle during last week’s game and he’ll be out for at least a month. They’ll come for a visit when we’re back from Hungary.”
“So much for my plan of getting buggered every which way,” Femke delivered dryly.
“What am I? A crate of firewood?” Mark asked back with mock upset.
“I think someone needs more than one guy,” Lydia supplied with a giggle.
“Well, that’ll have to wait until after our week of vacation,” Nadja said. “It’s the only down time we’re getting until late March.”
“So much for having retired,” Femke said with a giggle. “We’ll be as busy as ever.”
“Well, your Dutch authorities seem to have forgotten about you, by the look of it,” I noted. “As far as I can tell you’ve not been called once – not even just to congratulate.”
Femke and Mark looked at each other and started laughing. The rest of us looked at them with the unspoken question of what this sudden burst of mirth was about.
“How many were it last time?” Mark asked and the two delinquents bumped their bottles.
“Ninety-three missed calls,” Femke supplied with much amusement and then she faced me. “Meri, if I hadn’t turned the damn phone off, it would be ringing endlessly. Everybody and his dog kept calling me and begged me to continue until Athens in 2004 at the very least.”
“Well, they have a point,” Regina argued. “You’re only twenty-eight. That’s when most athletes are in their prime.”
“That’s exactly why I’m going now,” Femke explained. “People will remember that I bowed out with two Olympic medals. I’m not going to hang around until I’m past my sell-by date. And besides, there’s nothing left to win that I haven’t won before. The difference is that it would just become harder and harder every year to stay at that level.”
“Roger that,” Lydia agreed. “I damn near had to kill myself in training just to win it a last time. But that was the result everyone expected of me. The only two results I could achieve were ‘well done’ or a disappointment. If I had come third in my last marathon, every paper would have written that I missed the point to call it quits. It’s a diminishing return on an ever growing investment I had to make in training.”
“Yeah, but you’re older than than the coal they used to mine around here,” Femke teased her. “In a way Regina is right. If I were to stay until Athens I would only be as old as you were in your first Olympic games.”
“Let’s see if you keep up with Methuselah when we get back to training,” Lydia returned the good-natured ribbing. “That is if the two of us won’t be too busy freezing.”
“I’m not going to like where we’re going for the season preparation, am I?”
“Akureyri, Iceland,” Nadja supplied ‘helpfully’.
“Yeah, I can see where the freezing part comes in,” Femke replied dryly. “So we’re going to have a vacation in an indoor tropical lagoon and then head straight to the coldest place you can find this side of Siberia?”
“Indoor what?” Regina asked.
“Oh we never got around to telling you, did we?” Mark realized. “You’ve heard about Esther, did you?”
“The one that can give Meri an inferiority complex on boob size?”