In the Long Run
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 97: A New Year’s Eve Tradition
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 97: A New Year’s Eve Tradition - 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
I started to wonder what had been in our breakfast this morning. Doreen, Jenny and I were standing in the grandstands and watched the scene unfold in front of our eyes. When Nadja had made it into the quarter-final yesterday, and Lydia even into the semi-final, that had already been a minor miracle and we had competing theories as to why. Lydia thought it was a lucky choice of wax, while Femke put it down to the fact that Lydia and Nadja were two of very few athletes who preferred the classic style over the freestyle.
By now it was clear that we could put the style theory to bed, as all three were in the semis. Femke and Lydia would be in semi-final 1 and Nadja in the second.
Femke made short work of her opponents, like she always did. Lydia fought bravely, but had to yield to an Italian girl to finish forth, which put her out of the competition. Reaching a semi-final was still the best ever result for her.
But we were in for a real shock in the second semi-final. It was visibly awkward at the start. There were four Russians in it, and Nadja, who had been born there, but was now starting for Iceland. I could of course not understand what the Russians had told Nadja, but it was obvious that they weren’t exchanging niceties. Nadja looked really upset, which then turned to anger.
They should have kept it to niceties perhaps. The Russian with the yellow bib of the World Cup leader tried to mirror Femke’s approach in the first semi by trying to distance her opponents as soon as possible, which worked for two of her fellow Russians and the sole Italian in the race, but she couldn’t shake Nadja. Running on sheer rage, she stuck to the Russian’s heel until the very end, finishing second and therefore advancing to a sprint final for the first time.
With Femke around the Russians didn’t dare giving Nadja any more shit. Instead Femke and Nadja kissed each other, which visibly upset the erstwhile offenders. Femke did her usual thing and left everyone in the dust, chased hard by the Russian in the yellow bib, who found herself stalked by Nadja, yet again.
Even from up here in the grandstands I could see that the Russian was getting frustrated. She couldn’t make up any ground on Femke, and she couldn’t shake Nadja. In the end Femke won convincingly, followed by the Russian and Nadja in third.
From the pained expression on her face I could tell that Marschall would be working on those legs a long time.
Lydia
With Nadja having wrecked her muscles, again, and Marshall working on her in the other hotel room, the rest of us had congregated in the big family suite. There had been a bit of a reshuffle. Since Nadja slept notoriously badly when her muscles were aching, she had exiled herself to Jenny’s room. Jenny in turn would stay in Mark’s room while Doreen would commandeer Nadja’s bed in our suite
The room service came in bringing beer, wine and orange juice as ordered. After such a successful weekend, we had earned ourselves a proper victory party, of the topless variety of course. As soon as the waiter had left us, the shirts and bras came off and I could see the surprise on Doreen’s face when Jenny took off hers too.
“She’ll be fourteen in less than two months anyway,” I answered Doreen’s unspoken question.
“That explains the orange juice,” she said with a chuckle.
Doreen started pouring wine, beer and juice. For the occasion Femke and Mark had decided to exercise some civility and not drink their beer straight out of the bottle. We all took a glass of our respective beverage.
“To a successful weekend! Next stop America,” I proclaimed. and everyone answered in various forms of “cheers” in their respective mother-tongue.
Nadja joined us for a bit, but we could tell she was still in pain and very exhausted. After just one beer she needed help from Mark to get to the other room. He came back from tucking Nadja in with Jenny’s nightgown in his hand.
We all smiled. There were two beds in Mark’s room, but nobody seriously believed she would not crawl in with him.
Femke
Who would have thought that aircraft stairs could be such a hurdle. Well, for poor Nadja they were. With her tortured muscles still screaming bloody murder at her, even the four steps to Ian’s Pilatus plane took ages. Ira, helped her up.
With Jenny as a passenger she had of course kept the upper half of her uniform on. Although it was less than eight weeks until Jenny would be of legal age, we didn’t want to cause Ian’s company any trouble. What happened in our homes was our responsibility, but Ian had over two-hundred employees to look after.
The flight was quite unspectacular and we arrived back home at about lunch time. Mark didn’t waste much time, getting to work on Nadja’s legs. He only had one more day left or the planned party on New Year’s Eve would end up being a bit of a damp squib for her.
All our guest rooms would definitely be used tonight as Esther had already arrived too. Ian and Ira had come with us from the airport. The only guests for tomorrow’s party still missing were Mario and Ilka, who would join us at 9pm on New Year’s Eve. I was very much looking forward to it.
Regina
It was great to have them all back home. Of course I had gone over to Mark’s place to crank up the heating, as I certainly did not plan to wear anything, even if the party was on the next day.
The evening went quietly. Jenny was looking after Feli at our place while we had a few drinks but held off on any substantial activity. That was planned for the next day. I had prepared a buffet with lots of finger food, although Meri had vetoed some of my ideas, because Lydia, Nadja and Femke had to run a race again in less than two weeks.
The next day saw a flurry of activity, although none of the activities involved selecting clothes. We all just stayed as naked as we had crawled out of bed. Some even braved the run across the backyard to use the heated pool. The air was properly frigid outside.
Lydia and I spent most of the time making finger food, under the watchful eye of Meri. In the afternoon our four athletes, Doreen joined them, excused themselves for a three hour run on the treadmill in the basement. Normally a proper New Year’s Eve called for Raclette or Fondue to feed ourselves, but Meri had vetoed that vehemently, so we had gone for the finger food approved by my better half.
Drinks were in plenty supply, but everyone took a cautious approach. Lydia, anyway, as she still felt bad about her getting completely sloshed in the closing hours of 1996, but also the others didn’t want to overindulge. After all we had planned some proper capers for the night and not being wasted helped immensely with being able to perform, especially the men. All three of them were in for multiple orgasms tonight, at least if I got my plans through. That’s why the two of them already in attendance had been fed nice amounts of eggs and beef over the day, treats that were sadly off-limits for our three skiers.
Jenny was completely absent in all of this. She had decided to stay at our place with Feli. She didn’t even want any of the food, choosing to feed herself. I suspected she quite liked the idea of spending the day completely free from adult supervision, and knowing her, that video call with Matt had not been done with any clothes on. Thankfully Mark and Jeff had secured that connection with extra encryption. It was technically a violation of the rules we had set up for her, but so shortly before her so long awaited fourteenth birthday, nobody felt like thumping the rule book, not even Mark.
Finally by 9pm Mario arrived, but without his better half Ilka.
“Did something happen?” Lydia asked.
“Don’t ask,” he said with a sigh. “The mood there is really not good and Ilka wants to stay so that the evening doesn’t end in total failure. They even canceled their traditional strip-off. Jogi’s parents are absolutely not happy that he’s leaving town.”
“And neither are you, I guess,” Mark commiserated.
“I was pissed off at first, but I’m over it. That’s a five-star offer. Jogi would have to be stark raving mad to refuse. Although, you could argue he’s also quite mad to let a girl like Doreen go.”
“Oooh,” Doreen cooed from behind him. Mario turned around. He hadn’t even noticed that Doreen was here too.
Lydia
We all had to laugh about Mario’s eyes going wide when he saw Doreen. He had probably not expected her here after the breakup with Jogi, but those eyes went really wide when he noticed Esther sitting next to her. He had never met her before and he nearly forgot to breathe when he saw her humongous breasts.
“You’re totally overdressed,” Esther told him and presented her asset even more prominently, to more amusement in the crowd.
Mario was naked in no time, and by the look of it, more than ready to go.
Regina stepped forward and handed out sleeping masks to everyone, a prop that Ian had contributed. I bet his partner airline Air Berlin had not expected what they were going to be used for - certainly not for sleeping on a trans-Atlantic flight.
Regina took a slim cushion from the sofa and went down on her knees in the middle of the room. “If the men would please gather in front of me? We don’t want to spoil the next game by any premature discharge, do we.”
Ian, Mark, and Mario positioned themselves, all obviously more than ready to go, and Regina started to work on all three of them at the same time. She gently whacked off two with her hands, blowing the third, regularly switching between them. That way all of them got to enjoy her excellent tongue technique.
It didn’t take long for all three of them to go over the edge. Interestingly Mark was the first to go, closely followed by Mario and then Ian. Regina looked like a modern art masterpiece with their combined juices all over her face and in her long hair. She wiped her face with a towel and left with a “be right back” towards the bathroom to take a short shower.
Regina
Normally I would now have folded a towel into a turban around my head, but we had cranked the heating up enough that my hair would dry quickly enough. I had to grin when I came back from the shower. Especially Ian was still looking quite cross-eyed.
“Right folks. We’re eleven people, so Esther won’t be taking part in the first game. She is the only strictly straight woman here, so she’ll be the referee. I had thought we’d play our classic, blowjob bingo, but we’re doing it with a twist this year.”
I rummaged around in a bowl of Smarties and fished out 2 red ones and 5 blue ones. I dumped them in a plastic bowl and handed it to Esther.
“None of our guys is bisexual, so all three of them go into group one to avoid any awkward situations,” I continued. “That means we will now have a draw who goes into what group. Ladies, put on the blindfolds please.”
We all blindfolded ourselves and everyone fished a sweet out of the bowl. Nadja and I joined the men in group one, everyone else but Esther went to group 2. Quite predictably, Lydia and Nadja didn’t bother to take the blindfold off again.
“Okay, Mark, Ian, would you put down the backrest of the sofa, so people can lie on it?”
They did what I asked and I could continue my explanation.
“Right, We’ll play four rounds, two rounds for each group. Group one will of course know they’ll deal with women only, Group 2 will have to find out first. You will pleasure your assigned partner to an orgasm. I will have to rely on none of the girls faking one.”
“Good luck if you happen upon me,” Femke said and giggled.
“The competition is this: There are points awarded for how quickly you make your assigned partner climax. Winner gets 10 points, second gets 6, third gets 4 and then 3 and 2 for fourth and fifth. Those who have been pleasured get two points for guessing who it was.”
“Right, to give the guys some more time to recuperate, Group 2 will go on the sofa first. Everyone put the blindfolds on. Over to you Esther.”
Esther
This lot was absolutely hilarious. I definitely had to nick that idea for my place. Once or twice a year we had swinger clubs booking the whole resort for a week or two and that looked like a fantastic way to provide some entertainment.
I was actually the best candidate for referee, because I didn’t know all of them. As I was to assign the partners, I tried not to create too easy combinations.
For the first round the line up was Mark vs. Doreen, Ian vs Meri, Mario vs. Femke, Nadja vs. Ira and Regina vs Lydia.
They all dug in and I wasn’t the least bit surprised that Lydia went first. She did not guess her partner though. I had been told Femke was notoriously slow to get to an orgasm, but she actually went not too long after, so this Mario was obviously quite skilled despite his young age. Femke also correctly guessed that it had been him who had licked and nibbled her to a howling orgasm. Number three was Doreen, which meant 4 points for Mark, but Doreen had mistaken him for Regina. Well, it had probably not helped that all three guys were freshly shaven. Meri came fourth and Ira fifth, and both misidentified their partners.
We took a short break, everyone took a drink, before the tables were turned. The lineup was: Doreen vs Ian, Meri vs Mark, Ira vs Mario, Lydia vs Nadja and Femke vs Regina.