John is welcomed into their home

"Sounds fine to me," replied John.

Diane looks to Jennifer and Lacey. "Sounds great!" chirps Lacey, wiggling in her chair. Jennifer is looking down at the table, but looks up slightly at you, a bit shy. "Okay," she responds.

Diane smiled. "Good!" she concluded, getting up from her seat at the table. "Since John is now basically a new member of the family for a while, let's make him feel welcome," she added, walking towards John. She took his hand, and gestured for him to rise of of his chair: he obliged. "Give me a hug, John", she said, throwing her arms open.

John happily embraced her, letting the palms of his hands hands rest on her skirt-clad rump. "Mm!" chirped DIane, with a smile. "Welcome to our home, John."

"Me next!" piped Lacey. Diane smiled knowingly at John and cleared a path between her younger daughter and her recent lover. Lacey skipped forward and hopped up, wrapping her legs around John's abdomen, grabbing his behind the neck with her hands. He could feel the heat of her pussy against his belly, and her laughably-concealed breasts and nippled presented themselves at just below eye level. "Welcome John," she sang coquettishly, "I look forward to getting to know you very well." She flexed her abdomen, causing her to writhe up and down against John's torso.

"That's enough Lacey," said Diane chidingly, "I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to tease poor John in the next few months. Come on Jennifer, you're next."

Jennifer looked more than a little embarrassed at her little sister's behaviour, and was very hesitant. John figured that she still wasn't keen on such free physical affection. "It's okay, Jen," he encouraged her. "Just a hug, I promise." Jennifer made her way forward to John's arms, and let herself be hugged by him. Eventually, she returned the hug.

"Welcome to our home, John," she said softly.

"I'm sure we'll get along just fine, Jennifer," said John. "Things will be fine."

"Okay," said Diane, "I'll let you guys be for a bit. Remember to behave!" she said. She walked away with a chuckle.

John released Jennifer from their hug. "So, what do you want to do?" Lacey stood to one side, giggling.

Jennifer shrugged. "I dunno." She hesitated. "Um. What do you want?"

John shook his head amicably. "No, Jen, I'm fine. There will be plenty of time for that later, and it hasn't been very long since I, uh, fucked your mom. Let's just relax for a little bit."

Jennifer smiled. "Thanks. I know things are different," she started, "and I'm a lot more okay with all this than I probably should be, but it's still a lot to deal with at once. I don't know how mom's taking this so easy."

"Maybe it's because she just fucked a hot young guy," Lacey taunted. "Mmm, I know I wouldn't mind slipping his sausage between my legs. Maybe you're just lez, Jen."

Jennifer's face took a pained expression. "Go fuck yourself, Lacey."

Lacey smiled impishly. "Mm, if you like, sis!" she reached down for a zipper in her suit.

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "I think I'd like to change into something more comfortable. Wearing two bottoms feels weird," she said, spreading her legs and gesturing at wide the crotch-hole in her jeans, and the leather thong which cradled her cunt.

"I dunno," said John, bringing his hand to the leather, and stroking a pair of fingers softly across. "I kind of like the effect. You know fashion," he said, looking into Jen's eyes. She looked intently back for cures to what he was planning to do. "Sometimes, more is less," he said, withdrawing his fingers.

Jennifer realised she was holding her breath, and exhaled softly. "Um. I'm glad you like it," she said, sounding genuinely complimented. "But still, it feels weird, and I just want to relax. I'm going to go change."