In the Long Run
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 93: Design Work
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 93: Design Work - 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
If you want to get an idea what that engine in the car sounds like, search for “Georg Plasa Judd V8” on Youtube, but make sure you turn the volume down.
Mark
I had a hunch that either Jogi or I would be doing this quite a lot over the coming winter. Doreen’s back muscles were in a complete mess again. While the girls had been out training, I had called Nadja and Lydia’s former Directeur Sportif and he had mailed me some reading material on the matter. Apparently I had to expect that this would become a common occurrence until Doreen had finally reached and gotten used to the changed seating position. That poor girl was heading towards a world of pain for weeks.
It took me the best part of half an hour again until I had finally released the tension from her tortured muscles and I thought her taking the pain like a trooper deserved a proper reward. I flipped her over onto her back and started to lick her pussy. That in itself was not a very comfortable position for me, but I didn’t have to assume it for long. After a mere minute she came explosively. It was good to know that not only we guys were quick to reach climax at the age of eighteen.
“Is there an insect in here somewhere?” Doreen asked and looked around the tent as she sat up after coming down from the momentary high of her climax. “I hear this buzzing.”
I put my index finger over my lips to tell the others to keep quiet and I listened intently.
“Regina, do you hear the same that I think I’m hearing?”
“It’s that infernal car, isn’t it?” she confirmed and looked at her watch – pretty much the only thing she was wearing. “Jenny’s last lesson ended two hours ago.”
“Alright,” I decreed. “Everyone get dressed. Doreen, you and I take a dip in the pool. We don’t need to arrive there reeking of sex.”
She giggled and took my hand. A few seconds later we did a joint cannonball dive into the pool.
Lydia
The Eurospeedway was about 5 kilometers from our home, so if we could hear that car over that distance, even if it was reduced to a mere buzz when it reached us, gave me a good idea just how loud that thing was. I had grabbed ear protectors for all of us. We still had those from the time when Ilka and Mario’s house had still been in construction. A petrol-powered compactor made for a smooth driveway, but it had also driven us close to insanity for days last year.
Regina and Meri had chosen to stay behind, citing that dealing with Jenny’s racing activities was “dad’s job”, but we all knew what this was about. Regina had witnessed Jenny’s first test at the airfield. Neither of them was too keen on seeing their thirteen year old daughter drive a car that was capable of going faster than some of Ian’s airplanes.
Well, someone who could definitely race against some of Ian’s machinery was Nadja, who drove our Granada down the abandoned mine area at breakneck speed. Had she done that on a public road, her license would have been toast by now.
We arrived at the Eurospeedway and what Doreen had initially thought to be the buzzing of an insect had become a murderous scream, now that we were 5 kilometers closer to the source of the noise. We put on the ear protectors and got out of the car. In absence of any official event the venue was closed of course, but Mark knew a way inside through the offices of Jenny’s team.
Unsurprisingly, a huge Ford station wagon, arriving in the parking lot in an outrageous drift, had not gone unnoticed and her team boss already held open the door for us. Once inside he indicated that we could take the ear protectors off.
“I’m Peter,” he introduced himself and shook hands with each of us.
“You must have paid a fortune for the noise insulation,” Femke noticed the absence of engine noise.
“We’re at a race track,” Peter reminded us with a chuckle. “It’s bound to be noisy around here, a lot.”
“Is that Jenny out there?” Mark asked and Peter nodded.
“I’ve never seen a thirteen year old, who can handle such a car with so much ease and give detailed feedback to the engineers. If she tried to pass herself off as a fifteen year old to get into the junior categories, I’m sure she would succeed.”
“Tell me about it,” Mark said with a smile. “Try having an argument with her. Trust me, you’ll lose. By the way, when you say she’s giving feedback to the engineers, does that mean Jonjo is here too?”
“Yes,” Peter confirmed. “He arrived about an hour ago with that gentleman from O’Connor Airlines and his wife.”
“They’re not married,” Mark said with a chuckle. “But Ian and Ira being here too is a nice surprise.”
“Let’s go, they’re all in the pit garage,” Peter said and grabbed a pair of ear protectors. “Use yours until we get there, then you can switch to ours. They have integrated team radio. That way you can speak to each other.”
He lead us through a long tunnel under the grandstands into the infield of the race track.
Mark
It was a bit weird to talk to each other via radio link despite the fact that we were standing right next to each other, but the infernal engine noise left us no choice. It didn’t help that they were doing engine tests on the oval, so Jenny kept screaming past the pit wall every forty seconds.
“Jonjo, am I seeing things or does that car still have the bonnet decoration? Not very aerodynamic, is it?”
“It’s just for this test, man,” he replied via radio. “They are also doing filming for TV ads later on. Merc pays well when the star is visible, even on a race car. It will be gone after today.”
“You staying?” I asked.
“Three days, then Ian comes and flies me back. The team has guest rooms right here at the track.”
I walked over to where Ian and Ira were talking to each other. I put my arms over the shoulders of both of them.
“I heard you guys want to fly back in the evening? Why not stay with us?” I asked. “Isn’t that a waste of fuel just to come back in two days again?”
“I wouldn’t be disinclined,” Ian said. “But we’re just starting to integrate the ATPs. I’ll have to ask if I’m needed in the office and come back to you on that.”
“Bollocks,” Ira chipped in. “I’ve brought my laptop. You can log into our systems every time. You didn’t hire Fred as a decoration, did you?”
“Apparently, we’re staying,” Ian said dryly and I had to laugh.
Nadja
One had to give it to Jenny. If need be, she could be wise beyond her years. I had expected her to give me dirty looks or even throwing a tantrum about the fact that my decision to have a go interrupted her test run. Instead she behaved impeccably professionally and even helped me get settled in the car.
I hadn’t even been scheduled to drive this car anytime before March or April next year, but of course I had grabbed my racing gear when we had left for the Speedway. Since I was the one supposed to drive it in 2001, it made sense to give me an early taste of what it felt like.
I knew I was in for a ride when I left the pits. I had not even fully turned into the fast lane when I was already hitting the limiter. Since this was a private test I didn’t need to use the long pit exit lane towards the back-straight. Instead, once past the pit wall, I disengaged the pit limiter and drove straight onto the oval.
I immediately noticed two things. The first one was, that this was not so much a car, but a human-operated guided missile. That thing was FAST.
The second thing I noticed was that Jenny was even better than what we already gave her credit for. Although we only used the oval, the car wasn’t quite as easy to be kept on it as I had thought. The Eurospeedway was finished, but there was still a lot of construction activity in it’s surroundings, and pretty much everywhere was very fine sand that the wind kept blowing onto the track. I was seeing a veritable cloud of dust kicked up behind me whenever I came out of turn two.
Normally a car such as this should have been able to lap the oval flat-out all the way, it was called a Super Speedway for a reason, but two things prevented me from doing that. First there was the dusty surface in turn two. It required me to feather the throttle a bit. Secondly, there was the fact that the car still had the bog standard CLK bonnet, complete with the Mercedes star on the nose of it. That caused a noticeable buffeting at speeds over 260 kilometers per hour.
When the fuel tank was nearly empty after a forty-five minute stint, I was more than happy to hand the car back to Jenny. I was used to exhausting my legs muscles, but I definitely noticed that I needed to put more emphasis on my neck musculature and the constant intense concentration had completely drained me.
Femke
I got a whole new admiration for little Jenny. Nadja had been dead on her legs after less than an hour, and Jenny had done at least two hours by now and she was still going. The test itself had finished, but she was now doing show runs for the film crews who were shooting material for TV ads.
Everybody said Jenny looked just like her mother, which was mostly true, but there was one big difference – the neck muscles on that girl. I had seen her train once and it had been almost painful to watch. She had been lying on her side, her head trapped in some kind of contraption and then she kept lifting weights by raising her head to train her neck muscles. Well, after today Nadja knew she would have to do that too.
With the test and TV shooting finished, Mark asked Ian and me to help him load three large boxes into the back of the Granada. Since he had flipped down the rear seats to fit them, I foresaw a logistical problem.
“Are the rest of us walking back?” I asked after we had loaded the mystery boxes.
“Nah,” Mark said and pointed at a vehicle standing near the office entrance. It was one those 13-seat mini bus thingies. “Peter will give you a ride.”
“What about Jonjo?” I wanted to know.
“He’ll stay here in a guest apartment,” Mark answered. “You can probably imagine why. Regina alone would freak him out.”
“Too bad,” I said. “It was actually nice to meet him again.”
“Having regrets that it didn’t work out between you?” Mark asked and hugged me.
“Not really,” I said. “One of us would have been tormented in the long run. But I have to admit, I miss him as a good friend.”
“Well, you can visit him here every day for the next three days. And even though you finally decided to move in with us, there’s nothing stopping you from going home to Groningen for a weekend once in a while. You haven’t sold that house of yours, have you?”
“Of course not,” I said. “But let’s face it, Groningen is a long way from here.”
“I’ll have a talk with Ian,” Mark offered. “He has so many planes by now, there’s at least one of them in Dresden at any given time. I’m sure he won’t mind if you ride shotgun on one of his planes every other week.”
“I would like that a lot,” I admitted.
Mark
Once we had all congregated back at our place, Jenny had immediately left for Regina and Meri’s place to look after Feli, knowing we would probably do ‘adult stuff’ again. I asked her to send over any willing mother of hers to join in. It didn’t take long for Regina and Meri to show up.
The first order of the day was of course the removal of clothing. I was surprised that Ian joined in on that too. Ira had told me that he had taken a shining to going naked during his regular visits to Esther’s resort, but witnessing it in person was different. Not wanting to be the odd man out, I removed my Bermuda shorts too.
“So what’s in those boxes?” Ian asked. “If you make us load and unload them, it’s only fair to let us know the contents.”
I chuckled. “Sure,” I said. “Help me open them.”
“What the heck is that?” Femke asked as she looked at the recently revealed wooden rump model of a Formula-BMW car. “Isn’t that something for Jonjo? He’s working with that sort of stuff in the wind tunnel.”
“True,” I confirmed. “But I need that to design Matt’s car livery for next year. There are helmet models in the other two boxes so I can design the helmets for Jenny and Matt too.”
“Not to forget the overall, but I guess you’ll have to wait until tomorrow. Nadja is sleeping like a rock,” Femke said.
“What do you need Nadja for?” Ira asked me. “Is she a designer too?”
“Nope,” I said. “I’ll design the overall as a body-painting, and obviously Jenny is way too young for that. But Nadja and Jenny are almost the same height and if Jenny continues to grow at the rate she has done this year, she will have caught up to Nadja in terms of bra size too by next year.”
“And bra size matters?” Ian asked.
“Definitely,” I said. “Depending on bust size, a sponsor logo, especially the smaller ones of secondary sponsors can appear distorted or even end up hidden.”
I reached over and lifted Meri’s big breasts. “In that kind of cleavage you can make three minor sponsor logos disappear. So you need to make subtle differences in design based on size, and besides, you don’t really want to emphasize the bust in the first place. Jenny is supposed to let her results do the talking, not her boobs.”
“But wouldn’t she be wearing a sports bra anyway?” Ira noted. “I mean mine almost disappear in a sports bra. Nadja and Jenny would look completely flat.”