This story is based on true events, for the most part. Everyone displaying sexual acts are 18+ years old. Comments are welcomed. Vote if you like it. Favorite the story or favorite the author if you feel so inclined. It's safe to assume that conversations are spoken in German, though written in English for your easy entertainment... only because my German has never been too great. Part One contains no sex, but sets up a storyline for better understanding. Please do read part one first, unless you don't care about the characters and just want the action. If that's the case, skip ahead to other parts, which may not be posted yet!
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Part One.
Nina navigated her motorcycle through the familiar twists and turns of the German countryside with the ease of comfort, though she had not traveled on these roads in years. In the recesses of her mind she remembered taking these roads with the good friends she had made here. There was a GPS attached to her bike, just in case. Nina started ignoring the GPS more frequently as the territory got so familiar she could have lived there. In fact, Nina had lived in this little section of Germany for a little over a year. As she exited a town called Neubrunn, her heart beat faster and the acid in her stomach slowly rose up her throat. She had to swallow hard a few times to get her nerves in check.
As Nina got considerably closer to her first destination, the town JΓΌchsen, she made sure no one was behind her and slowed the bike considerably. She could see the houses on the left, some houses on the right before all the fields. From the point on the side of the road, where she stopped, she craned her neck to see the car port. Memories flooded back to her days spent outside with the kids as she watched their father work with lust in her eyes and dirty thoughts in her mind. There was only one car in the parkway, Manuela's. She had no idea if her husband was home, or if the kids were there. Manuela had no idea Nina was in the country. No one did.
Nina navigated her bike into the town and turned into the open gates that led to the bottom part of the house, where the family she came to see did not occupy, though the people that lived there were relatives of Manuela. Nina parked the bike and sat there for a moment, looking around with her helmet on. She saw a little boy's head pop out of the window she still knew to be the bathroom. Inside she smiles, though she could not tell which of the twin boys it was. He was shouting something in his native tongue to anyone who happened to be listening; possibly even the neighbors. Nina got herself off the bike and stretched before taking off her helmet and setting it on the seat. She turned around and looked back at the bathroom window and saw a very family face leaning out to get a view. A huge smile of shock grew on Manuela's face at the site of Nina.
Her head disappeared but two more came through the window again, the twin faces of the most adorable kids in the world. As Nina got closer, she could make out the difference between the two even if they were four years older than the last time she saw them. Alwin's head was still roundish, and Ferdinand still had the unmistakable mole above his left eyebrow. Nina could not be sure that the boys remembered her; they were only four years old when she had been here last.
"Nina!" Ferdinand shouted down to her. He had a big grin on his face.
There was a stone wall with a tall row of privacy hedges in front of her. To the right was the house, a pair of doors that led to the downstairs apartment. A pair of beady eyes stared out at Nina from behind the curtain. Another door led into the community laundry room for the house, and after was a stone stairway that led to the "upper half" of the backyard and to the back porch of the second story apartment. As Nina rounded into the porch, Manuela was opening the door. Nina took in her surroundings, which were mostly the same from when she was here last. There was a load's worth of laundry swaying in the breeze. Memories rushed back to her of the days she would dry clothes on the line on the sunny days, though she preferred using the machine.
Manuela had her arms wrapped around Nina in seconds of getting the door opened. Manuela had tears running down her face, which triggered Nina to laugh and have her own river of tears fall from her eyes. Until this moment, Nina had failed to realize just how much she had missed Manuela and her family. They kept in contact, e-mailing and calling a couple of times a weeks with news and pictures. Nina did not have a better relationship with anyone outside her family. Of course, this family here in Thuringia, Germany, felt like her extended family.