This is a multiple part story so it will make more sense if you read part one first, which will fill you in on the background and descriptions of Jason, Lisa and Jenna. To make the story more interesting I have introduced additional characters. The back story of the different characters allows for more detail. Therefore, although this story will be primarily about the erotic adventures of these three main characters, it will take side trips to other characters to add variety to they mix. But no matter what, you can be sure it will always focus on major sex scenes.
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As I said, Lisa is my step-sister. We aren't blood related. John, is my dad and Lisa's step-dad. Vera, is my step-mom and Lisa's mom. So that is why there is only a few months difference in our age.
Both my mom and Lisa's dad died when we were young. He was an Air Force pilot and was killed in a military accident while testing a new aircraft. She never recovered from a difficult pregnancy and delivery and died shortly after I was born.
Dad owns a real estate office and Vera started working there only a few months after they had both lost their spouses and were married less than six months later. It's really quite a story, which I will get to a little later.
So neither Lisa or I remember anything different as far as our parents are concerned and although we aren't blood related, we consider ourselves to be brother and sister rather than step-brother and step-sister.
Marriage has worn well on our parents. They have been married for more than seventeen years and still act like newlyweds. So it wasn't surprising to find them embracing and smooching like two love-sick teenagers in the restaurant when we got there. (There's a certain irony in that.)
Sometimes it is a little embarrassing to see them hold hands and make out with each other in public, but after the last few hours I understand exactly how they feel. It was all I could do to stop from putting my arms around Lisa and Jenna and giving a kiss on the cheek, but being dressed nice and well groomed was enough of a shock for my mother. I didn't want to overdo it.
Until today I lusted after Lisa and Jenna, but now I felt like I was beginning to understand what love is and I had this great desire to protect them. Of course, I'm a teenage guy so naturally I had sex on the brain and that was my first priority, but I was getting a new perspective on relationships.
Then Dad, who had been preoccupied with something behind Mom's ear, looked up and greeted us in his naturally commanding voice that boomed out over all the noise in the restaurant. "Well, Jason, what a pleasant surprise to see you dressed so nicely for a change. Is this something permanent or just a one time thing," he joshed.
Then he added with a broad smile while rising from his seat and bowing as though welcoming royalty, "Ladies! Its always a pleasure to see my lovely daughter and the equally lovely Jenna."
Although Lisa and Jenna were used to being the center of attraction, both girls actually blushed a little at Dad's ceremonial greeting, while every eye in the room turned to see the object of his attention. Dad is a salesman and is naturally outgoing and his enthusiasm is compelling and contagious.
"Lisa finally helped me to see the light as to why cleaning up my act was to my advantage and Jenna helped too," I responded as I winked at Lisa and she smirked back at me. Then knowing that Mom is better then the CIA at extracting information from reluctant witnesses, she grabbed my hand and squeezed it. Warning me with a low "ssss" sound not to say anything more before we were grilled on what magic the girls had used to transform my grooming habits in one afternoon.
Jenna saved the day as she quickly changed the object of attention from me to our mother. "Speaking of nice clothes, what a beautiful dress Mrs. Carter! Is it new?"
"Don't get my wife started talking about clothing," Dad groaned as we all sat down. "We'll be here all night. Let's order I'm famished."
The rest of the mealtime was uneventful except for one little thing. Both Jenna and Lisa decided it would be great fun to manhandle my genitals under the table.
Jenna was seated across from me and kept running her bare foot up my leg and into my crotch where she would wiggle her toes on my junk, which responded in a normal way. What would your prick do if a gorgeous girl looking right at you decided to play footsie with your manhood? Exactly! That's what mine did too.
Once Lisa, whom was seated to my left, noticed the action that was going on with Jenna's foot and my dick she decided to join in the "fun". She slowly and as unobtrusively as possible moved her hand under the table and grabbed my already stimulated cock and rubbed her hand up and down the entire length. Not once! Not twice! Continuously!
When she got to that fold of skin underneath the helmet, she would tickle it with her fingers causing my cock to twitch. This overt action from the person whom was afraid I might say too much to our parents about how we spent our afternoon. If only they knew what was going on under the table.
Jenna wasn't aware of what was causing the movement of my erection, but she could feel it with her toes and she fought mightily to hold in the little giggles that kept trying to emerge to an audible level. Fortunately, Mom and Dad had drifted back to only having eyes for each other or so I thought.
Even so, I couldn't move around too much without raising questions so I just sat there and tried to think of something, like math homework. Unfortunately, the harder I tried the more I kept thinking about our afternoon in the shower.
I was at point in sexual stimulation where I was unsure of what I wanted, release or subsidence. When sexually excited you naturally want to experience orgasm. That is the primary reason you engage in it. But, I wasn't so sure I wanted to deal with the result of that consummation.
Meanwhile, the girls were having a great time watching the impact of their ministrations on me. They were giving each other knowing looks to see how far they could take. I don't know if they actually thought I would cum, but they were enjoying themselves so much neither made a move to stop.
You would think that with the presence of so many people in the restaurant and my own parents sitting at the same table, there would be no way I would actually cum. That's like jerking off in public, but I was rapidly reaching that point of no return.
"Justin! Is something wrong? You look like you are in pain," my mother voiced her concern in the way that only mothers can do.
"I'm fine," I lied. "My shoes are a little tight. That's all." This distraction from my mother came a few seconds too late to suppress the roiling in my testes and with that there was an explosion in my pants as I grunted my relief.
"There I slipped my shoe off. I feel much better now," I said with a sigh as I quickly dislodged one of my dockers to try to cover up the reason for my agitation and sudden relief.
Fortunately both Mom and Dad were looking at me so they failed to notice the "shit-eating" grins on Lisa and Jenna's faces, which they quickly covered with their hands.
I don't know if you've ever cum in your pants, but it creates a gooey mess and as it dries everything starts to stick together. As the meal progressed the discomfort kept getting worse. I looked forward to getting home and shedding my messy clothes. Perhaps another shower with the girls would help I daydreamed, but of course with Mom and Dad home that was unlikely.
