In the Long Run
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 87: Jenny, Super Sleuth
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 87: Jenny, Super Sleuth - 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 Orgy Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Fisting Massage Oral Sex Pegging Petting Nudism
Mark
Regina didn’t take any chances. I had suffered a micro-stroke after the infamous Lasagna incident with Feli over a year ago, so after I had fainted, she drove me to the hospital in Dresden to have me examined, but not before she had rewarded me for the double-pronged compliment with an exquisite blowjob.
There was nothing wrong apart from a case of long-term exhaustion and the doctor had sat me down for a stern talking-to. I could perhaps feel refreshed for a day, but my batteries were running low, so to speak. He urged me to take it easy for an extended period of time unless I fancied meeting him again for heart surgery or check into a sanatorium with burnout syndrome.
That I had overexerted myself was something I could have worked out on my own, but I promised him I would take a somewhat more sedate approach. Like apparently everyone and his dog, he knew about our appearance in Das Magazin a few years back and the doc jokingly remarked that I was not precluded from sexual relations with my women, as long as they didn’t require my services all on the same day.
When I ambled out of the hospital, I was actually feeling my exhaustion. It was as if the doc giving me the diagnosis had motivated my body to make sure I believed him. As soon as she saw me, Regina jumped out of her car as if her seat had suddenly gotten very hot.
“Please tell me it’s nothing serious,” she demanded of me, her voice laced with worry. She carefully guided me to the passenger door as if I had suddenly become an invalid. I guess she had noticed that my gait had been a bit more unsteady on the way out.
“Nothing to worry about, love,” I replied while doing up my seat belt. Regina just stared at me. I asked if something was wrong. She hurriedly walked around the front of the car and got in on the drivers side.
“You’ve never been that expressive, not with words at least,” she noted, but made no move to start the car.
“Yes, I know, but I should have been. Don’t worry. I’ve not been told I only got half a year to live and want to make up for lost time. I simply want to be more attentive in the future. I had convinced myself I was the world’s bestest ersatz-dad, but instead I never knew how much I limited Jenny’s freedom.”
“I’m still worried about you,” she insisted. “You better come clean about what the doctor said, or we’ll be hogging this parking spot for a long time.”
“It’s just an acute case of long-time exhaustion,” I said, slightly exasperated. “I won’t die anytime soon, but the doc gave me a stern warning and the order to take it slow for a while.”
“Did you tell him about your micro-stroke? Did they do an MRT?”
“Yes and yes, my love,” I said and patted her knee. “But he warned me that I’ll be buying an express ticket to a heart attack or a burnout if I don’t take it slow for a month or two.”
“Right, for the rest of the year your ass is mine,” Regina decreed. “I’ll make sure you take it slow. I’ll be damned if we lose you before you’re so old and wrinkled you look like Winnetou’s tobacco bag.”
“The girls will need another physio, I’ll have to...”
“The hell you won’t,” Regina interrupted me angrily, her eyes moist with tears. “Let Meri take care of it.”
I sighed and closed my eyes. Well, I didn’t open them again, because I fell asleep almost instantly.”
Lydia
Shit! I had suspected it for some time, but a very tearful phone call from Regina had confirmed that we had run Mark completely ragged. Truth be told, when he fell into a death-like sleep twice on the same day when we were in Hungary, we should have known, but so far we had been in denial.
“We should go home,” Nadja said. “We have caused it, we shouldn’t leave him alone with it.”
“Yeah, abandoning your season just because of him will be exactly what he needs,” Meri replied sarcastically. “We fucked up, but making him feel guilty won’t make it better. In fact, if I were you I’d be training my ass off, so he will see that it was at least not in vain.”
Nadja started to cry and I gathered her in my arms, hugging her tightly. If we were honest with ourselves, Meri had just said what we had refused to accept – we had taken him for granted. But he wasn’t the Energizer bunny. He was only human, just like the rest of us.
“Maybe I should take myself out of the equation again,” Femke offered. “After all, things didn’t get easier for him when I reentered the fray after my relationship with Jonjo didn’t work out.”
“Bullshit,” Meri swore. “Been there, done that. I also tried to put some distance between us when I decided to live with Regina. The only thing I achieved was hurting myself and him. Let’s face it, we all can’t imagine living without him, and he would miss every one of us. He never told you as much, Femke. He was very happy for you and Jonjo, but he also missed you badly those three years.”
“It’s pointless to argue about it,” I said. “We know we have to be a little less demanding, and we’ll need a new physio for this season, but if anyone can get him back on his feet, it’s Regina. He’s with her now and I agree with Meri, we should work our asses off to show him he didn’t exhaust himself for nothing.”
Jenny
If mom was worried, that was nothing compared to me. Had you ever have to ask two construction workers to hoist your unconscious dad out of the car? Mom had told them a bullshit story about him having gotten sloshed at a friend’s birthday party and the two burly guys had delivered him to one of the deck chairs. He didn’t even stir.
Mom had seen right through me. Normally I would have to leave to collect Feli from the daycare center, but she offered to do that for me. I didn’t want to leave his side. I felt guilty for having caused the whole drama, although mom insisted I didn’t.
All I could do for now was sitting next to him and check now and again that he was really only sleeping. Mom had said something about a possible heard attack, so I checked his breathing and his pulse frequently. I didn’t know whether to be happy that he had a pulse or whether to be worried that he didn’t even stir when I touched his neck to check it.
Regina
“Damn, she’s scared witless,” I sobbed into the phone. “And I can’t say I’m much better. Jenny has been sitting at his side for five hours straight, constantly checking his life signs.”
“Regina, he’s knackered, not dead,” Lydia tried to calm me down.
“But the doctor said he could suffer a heart attack,” I argued in tears.
“They always say that, to scare people into taking their warnings seriously,” Lydia replied. “Does he have breathing problems, or swollen ankles?”
“No,” I said. “I bet Jenny would have been here by now if he had.”
“Let him sleep,” she told me over the phone. “We all fucked up a bit, but the worst we could do is treating him like an invalid. Just make sure he gets all the rest he can get, oh and call John that Mark won’t be available for a while. The number should be in my little notebook in the corridor cabinet. John Handsworth.”
“I’ll do that,” I promised as my sobbing died down.
“And one other thing,” Lydia continued. “Make sure he keeps his promise to Jenny and goes to visit Jonjo. Just don’t let him drive. The distraction will be good for him. He hasn’t seen much more than our legs and other body parts for the last few months.”
Mark
I was woken up by soft snoring. I looked to my right and Jenny was sleeping on the deck chair next to me, rolled into a thick blanket. The day had been pleasantly warm for October, but now that it was dark the temperatures had dipped significantly. The fact that it was dark already meant I had probably slept in excess of eight hours and I still felt like a truck had run me over. Ever since that damn doctor had told me I was completely knackered, I had started to actually feel like it.
“Hm? Dad? You okay?” Jenny asked me sleepily after I had gently shaken her awake.
“Yes I am, honey. Time to go to bed. It’s a bit chilly out here.”
“Okay,” she said, still not fully awake. She grabbed my hand and led me to the guest house. Once we were inside she crawled under the sheets of the large double bed and patted the other side to indicate I should join her. Two days earlier I would have protested loudly, because she was buck naked, hence the thick blanket on the deck chair, but I had given a promise, so it was time to live up to it, and besides, the large bed had two blankets, so there would be sufficient separation.
Although I had woken up just minutes ago, I immediately fell asleep again.
Regina
I was wondering who would suffer the heart attack first, Mark or I. Noticing that both he and my daughter were missing was an effective way to get my heart pumping in the morning, but perhaps not the most healthy start into the day.
I finally found them in the guest house, sound asleep. Kudos to Jenny. She had not often slept in our bed, but when she had, she usually ended up with her head resting on my chest or Meri’s. Somehow she had managed to keep her distance, so she wouldn’t be freaking out Mark. It was a minor miracle she had somehow convinced him not to go home to his own place to begin with.
I left them to their slumber and went to take Feli to the daycare center.
Femke
“Any news from home?” I asked Lydia breathlessly. How she had managed to beat me on the 5 kilometer training loop was a mystery to be solved later.
“Apparently he has been sleeping all the time since he has arrived,” she told me. “He has basically just shut down completely. We really fucked up this time.”
“And, seriously, I have no idea what to do,” I admitted as I sat down in the snow, wet ass be damned. “Normally I should just go. I’ve always been a late addition to your inner circle.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lydia said with a snort. “He wouldn’t be whole without you. He did a good job of hiding it, but he was really disappointed you got your good luck boink at St. Moritz last year from Mario, not him. He doesn’t mind the boy’s help, but that particular tradition is sacred to him.”
I sighed. “I’ve been thinking all day,” I began, but Lydia interrupted me.
“I noticed,” she chipped in. “My blood values held up best, but you should have beaten me easily. You were distracted and came nowhere near your normal time.”
“I know,” I admitted. “I was basically just pissed off about myself, I shouldn’t have been so demanding.”
“Bollocks,” Lydia swore. “We were all too demanding, not just you. We’re all in this together, and we’ll solve it together.”
“Still the same topic?” Nadja barged in, out of breath after she arrived long after Lydia and I.
“Yeah, our muscle babe here wants to play Jesus and go on the cross for all our sins,” Lydia said with a heavy dose of sarcasm in her voice.
“Yerunda!” Nadja swore. “We all fucked up. When did one of us blow him the last time?”
“We always,” I began but Nadja waved me off. Getting interrupted seemed to become a pattern today.
“Yes, we all blow him,” she said hotly, almost ranting. “Just long enough until he’s hard and then we expect him to stick it in to pleasure us! He does all the work. He massages us every day and we never get off that table without an orgasm. Yet the last ones pleasuring only him, without expecting anything in return, were that bar maid and the masseuse in Hungary. Duri my polniye, pisdez!”
With that she stormed off on her skis going for another lap of the training loop, and by the look of it, it would be a heck of a lot faster than her first attempt.
“Well, that training camp got off to a great start,” I sighed and looked at Lydia, slightly shell-shocked by Nadia’s outburst. “You didn’t happen to understand the Russian bit?”
“Only ‘Duri’, which means idiots, plural, so she meant us,” she answered. “We better go after her. She’s running on pure rage and self-loathing. We’ll have a hard enough time to keep up with her.”
Lydia and I got back on our skis and took off in pursuit of Nadja.
Mark
I felt really refreshed in the morning, but I remembered the warning from the doc. This was most likely a temporary effect. He had advised me to use that time for some light training. Going from flat-out to zero would increase the probability of heart problems. I was expected to do some light jogging, nothing too strenuous, but also not just lying around all day.
Thankfully I had a partner in crime – Jenny. She also needed to work out in the morning, and just for me she had generously decided to slow down a bit, so I wouldn’t overdo it.
“You sure I’m not holding you back?” I asked as we leisurely jogged along the forest path.
“Dad, I’m a racing driver, not a marathon runner like auntie Lydia. It doesn’t really matter how fast I go. It’s just for basic fitness. And right now the most important bit is that you don’t go too hard.”
“Your mother sent you along to keep an eye on me,” I suspected. That we could talk while running was testament to how easy we were taking it.
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