Lessons Yet To Learn || Jenlisa Adaption

Chapter 2

Lisa rose before the sun did, as was her habit ever since she turned thirteen, old enough to work at her uncle's ranch for six dollars an hour. Now that she was nineteen, waking up before sunrise was more than a habit. It was her way of life. She got dressed in her work gear: a long-sleeved shirt rolled up to her elbows, and a pair of overalls. She donned her work boots and went downstairs, where the smells of breakfast filled the air.

She had been working for the Kims for close to two weeks now. Every day, Lisa would rise out of bed, have breakfast with Jae and Jennie, before heading out to the fields to work for hours, often with Bambam and Jackson, who were now her friends. And every night, Lisa would sneak out just past midnight and into the barn, where she would spend an hour or two, teaching Jennie how to stroke, jerk, and suck her cock, while Lisa fingered her pussy.

Jennie and Jae were already chatting, and for a moment, Lisa felt like an outsider, interrupting this father-daughter dynamic. It was almost every morning she felt like this. But when Jennie smiled at her and waved her over, her thoughts vanished into a coalescence of how gorgeous Jennie was. Her dark silk locks, her brilliant gummy smile. Lisa found herself reflecting the grin on her lips before sitting down across from her, with Jae beaming at the both of them. "Another early day, huh Lisa?"

"I've been waking up this early every day for the past six years of my life, sir," Lisa admitted while Jennie stacked pancakes for her. But when the bacon was making its way to her plate, Lisa shook her head. "I'm not a fan of bacon."

Both Kims stared at her as if she had an extra protrusion stemming from her forehead. "What? What kind of a man does not breathe bacon?" Jae demanded.

"A woman." Lisa smiled. She dribbled maple syrup all over her pancakes and began to eat, while Jae nodded in acquiescence and read the morning paper.

Before her, Jennie was staring at her features with something akin to hunger. Lisa glanced at her and felt slender toes curling against the fabric of her overalls. Downing a mouthful of coffee to prevent herself from choking, Lisa begged Jennie with her eyes to stop the motions of her foot, which was rising, higher and higher, to her lap.

Jennie smirked and with delicate fingers, picked up her fork and ate what was on her plate. Her toes traced the seam of Lisa's crotch. In her tight briefs, Lisa's cock twitched. The memories of their first night — and every night after: the taste of Jennie's pussy, the moans that spilled from her parted mouth, and the sight of the raven-haired girl's pale hand grasping the tanned shaft that proudly jutted from between her thighs flooded her mind's eye.

Reaching down underneath the table, Lisa grasped Jennie's ankle and dragged her fingertips along the bottom of her foot. Jennie squealed in laughter and jerked away, her knee bumping against the breakfast table. Forks and plates clattered, and Jae looked at the two of them from over the morning paper. "Am I going to have to separate you two?"

"No, Oppa."

"No, sir."

He chuckled and finished the rest of his coffee. "Good. Finish your breakfast, Lisa. I'll meet you in the barn."

As soon as the storm door slammed shut and the crunch of Jae's feet against the gravel dissipated, both girls stood up and met in a greedy kiss that tasted of rich maple syrup against sticky lips. Lisa lifted Jennie onto the countertop and groped her sides, her breasts, and her flat stomach, while Jennie rutted against Lisa's crotch. "Lisa, I need—"

"We can't," Lisa murmured against Jennie's jaw. She nibbled on the soft skin, her hands roaming up Jennie's shirt to stroke the skin of her stomach. Lisa licked her lips and distanced herself from Jennie while she drank in the sight of her puffed lips, glossy with spit and syrup, her dilated brown feline eyes, and her cheeks a bright pink. "I have to work. But we'll find the time, I promise. We always do."