Jenna, the buxom brunette

You start to yawn. "I'm tired, I think I'm about ready to turn in girls."

Jenna perks up, "You know {first name}, I do have the largest bed, and my bedroom is secluded from the others, tucked away at the end of the hall, so you won't be woken by any noise... or wake anyone else up if you happen to make any noise during the night," She grins mischievously.

"Umm.. okay, I guess," you say, too tired and agreeable to really pay any attention to what she just said.

"But mom sa..." Amanda starts.

"He's sleeping in my room tonight," Jenna declares.

"Hey no fair!"

"Amanda, I'm the oldest you know that. I make the decisions when Mom's not around. And I'm saying he's coming with me. Is that clear?" the buxom brunette is standing above you with her hands on her hips and her t-shirt tightly outlining the curvature of her boobs.

"I guess..." the nerdy girl says grudgingly.

"Come on, I'll show you where you'll be spending the night." She smiles brightly at you and grabs you by the arm and leads you to the stairs. She grabs and pushes your butt to usher you up the stairs.