Ah J'Arnie! [Five]

Why teens don't do their homework?

A bawdy romp by step-siblings and their willing 'studious' partners: a brother and his adopted sister. 

Like any concerned parents with senior college-aged siblings, Delia Rogers and Ted McDonald tried to keep homework on their blended family agenda. 

You know the talk: balance the social life with some genuine academic rigour. 

Well, this was worth a try, as Delia and Ted felt they had failed in getting J'Arnie and Hamish to cooperate with a rostered contribution to tasks like making their bed, washing up, cleaning the loo, or raking up a few autumn leaves. 

So, it was back to the basics: the not too much to ask: just keep up the frickin grade point average. 

It seemed too much to ask of both J'Arnie and Hamish.

A couple of weeks after the supposed study weekend, a pair of letters from their college stated that both step-siblings had overdue assignments. If they were submitted by the end of the current week, passing the internal component of their assessment would be easier, and they would not require outstanding exam results to bridge the percentage gap.

This surprised the usually unflappable Mrs Rogers, as the seemingly mature pair recently organized a study sleepover weekend with Hamish's mate Jonesy and his adopted sister Lucy. 

Delia and Ted, who had attended a junket conference, were both left thinking: What the fuck had they got up to?

Hamish actually thought it was a study weekend. Hopefully, it will be broken by one-on-one and sinking a few hoops with Jonesy. 

Fuck knows what J'Arnie and Lucy would do with some downtime: paint their nails, shave their legs...shave their...no J'Arnie wasn't bi, or was she? Hamish liked the idea of shaving his stepsister's coochie, though. He hoped she would arrange that experience soon for him.

More immediately, as his dad and stepmom drove away for the weekend, Hamish started sticky-noting chapters in textbooks and library science journals to ensure that two major pesky biology and physics assignments were put behind him over this weekend. 

He had even penned an outline of a study roster for their group covering force, energy, mass, asexual reproduction, etc. —

The only physical matter, forcefulness and energy release J'Arnie had in mind for the step-parent-free weekend, was centred on the binary centre of her private universe; her coochie and tight crack. And as for biology, well, only human anatomy; her own, guys, and other chicks held any interest. 

Fuck asexual reproduction; well, probably not, she realised.

Cameron 'Jonesy' Jones had no idea how the weekend would unfold beyond carefully plagiarising Hamish's two finished assignments and a few slam dunks outside the garage as he arrived at his mate's place with his 'sister'.

Lucy Jones was excited, not about the study. Hell, she was a typical senior college lass.

Fuck study when there was a serious 'fucking' opportunity. 

It was J'Arnie. Her brunette friend had worked her over a few times in heated petting sessions at her place, their tongues exploring each other's mouths and their fingers getting under the lacey bits on their chests and between their shaved legs.

Lucy was hopeful for some undressed and some hot, shared, dirty, intimate time while the guys did their guy stuff, shooting endless mindless hoops.

"Well, let's get these frickin assignments rolled out of the way; work first, then play," said Hamish, steadfast and stanch in the immediate moment for staying on task.

He hadn't counted on J'Arnie's resolute deviant side-tracking: "Oh party pooper...throw a few hoops with Jonesy. Lucy and I need some gossip time."

Lucy Jones was crafty, careful not to appear eager. Still, she was in her mind already anticipating her first taste of J'Arnie's cunny or, for the record, any girl's pussy.

Hamish and Jonesy were blithely ignorant of the lesbian lust about to unfold on the longue while they were out by the garage, wasting energy on one on one when seriously they could have been fucking each other's or their own steppie right there on the sofa.

J'Arnie didn't waste any time pressing her body into Lucy's and sticking her tongue in her friend's mouth. The risqué, racy lewdness, she intended to keep it going until the guys came back inside.

Lucy was overready and pulled her brunette bestie down onto the white leather lounge, which went pfft under their collapsing but frenzied energetic bodies.

There was the hasty, hurried and lustfully abrupt removal of jeans, T-shirts and bras. Two young women had their hands directly on what they were seeking: soft, inviting chest flesh and cute pink nipples. 

Urgency had a name, and it was titties. Two young college misses were sucking and fondling with speedy intent for pleasure.

J'Arnie was temporarily fixated on Lucy's nipples because that was basically the adopted lass's only fem-chest accessories. Put politely and defeatedly from her actual and mental viewpoint — Lucy was flat-chested. The padded under-wire bra was her secret cheating buddy.

J'Arnie had had her nipple fun and zeroed in on her flat-chested friend's pinkish panties.

Still, Lucy hesitated and folded up her legs, her hands locked over her knees:

"Whoa, bestie — the guys are just out there," indicating the French doors.

"Relax, honey. They will be half an hour at least or more; you know, guys, once they start a game," said J'Arnie, reaching and flicking the elastic on the thigh of Lucy's watermelon-hued knickers.

"You bitch; but shouldn't we go upstairs. I want you, but here, this is risky."

"Listen, sweetie; I want you here and now, and besides, a good root after I prep your pussy and arse up will really get you going."

Lucy was taken aback; she had only had a couple of demure fucks with the same guy under the sheets and in the dark.

She was small bosom conscious; as she queried, "What screw your stepbrother?"

"No, sweetie; he's mine," and J'Arnie looked Lucy directly in her eyes, "You need Cameron, honey! Learn to make the most of available needy cock under your own roof; on call, accessible 24/7 — and besides, you are not remotely related."

"No way! I've never seen his cock, and I don't want him seeing my hopeless breasts."

J'Arnie had had enough chit-chat for the minute and pushed her friend's legs apart.

Well, that's not truthful.

If Lucy's pathetic effort to keep her thighs closed was resistance, J'Arnie's fingers and tongue would have easy access into every crevice.

Lucy was actually guiding her brunette bestie's head down between her legs. Nature allocates flesh deposits, and it seemed all the missing chest puffiness had been apportioned between Ms Lucy Jones's legs.

Wow, this was the bulging camel toe — par excellence.

J'Arnie was rapt. She had felt the cute puffed-up bulging cleft before, but now she had the complete eyeful and would soon have the chock-full mouthful.

"Jeez, you have a pretty pussy... it's so nice..." said J'Arnie, and she didn't add to it as her face burrowed between her friend's thighs, licking her sweet cracks in turn...first her cunny, then her pretty fetching starfish pink arsehole.

Lucy's pushed the brunette's black petite knickers to the side over her arse cheek. She had two fingers working in and out of her favourite hole, not counting those on her body. Then she shot one digit into her friend's arsehole.

"Oh fuck you bitch...yeah...push it in...I like that...mmm...mmm."

Fuck they were moaning together in self-engrossed girly happiness.

The right bits were being worked up fast, prodded, jabbed, and then really spread—wide and indecent, which always feels best.

You've got to love the stretch, and they both knew it.

Hamish and Jonesy had been working one-on-one out by the garage, upping the physical aggression stakes until the inevitable big boy's body collision and the blonde point guard went down and bounced straight back up with a grazed elbow.

"Oh shit... let's call it quits...get a drink and I'll some plaster for this and get the girls started," said Hamish.

"Fuck", said Cameron at the French doors.

Hamish, however, was silent stunned. He liked the boyish, flat-chested look on Lucy. He couldn't see her pussy; J'Arnie's head was buried there. 

Though he could see his stepsister's cunny being stretched by three of Lucy's probing fingers. And her other hand had two fingers deep in the brunette's widening arsehole.

Jonesy was lip-smacking gobsmacked.

There was way too much randy girly flesh in his field of vision and the intensity and their enjoyment of their lewdness — well — it was his fucking sister.

Then he thought — adopted —thank god. — being eaten out and finger fucking his mate step sister.

Hamish had wondered if J'Arnie was bi.

Here was the proof. He enjoyed the evidence.

Like detectives observing a scene carefully, the two young men took everything in and then weighed into the action.

Well, watching lezzies is okay, but fucking the bitches if they reside in your home — well, it's indescribable.

Hamish said, "Jonesy dog J'Arnie from behind. I'll fill Lucy."

Well, the brunette stepsister got the first fucking surprise but not the last of the weekend as the active filling fingers in her slit were replaced by a fat erect pecker, sliding in and out of her super moist coochie.

The adopted sister got the next lounge surprise as a sweet, girly tongue was replaced by Hamish's long, stiff rod between her raised legs. 

The blonde stepbrother, impressed by Lucy's puffy eager camel toe, was working his dick pleasurably in deep thrusts. But what had him excited beyond usual was her near boyish chest. Two barely formed breasts and their awesome nipples — dominating.

Lucy was wriggling around wildly. She was watching herself being fucked for the first time, and it was a turn-on, watching cock, pound in and out of her pussy.

J'Arnie was moaning and staring in the same instance.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

She was groaning with pleasure at Jonesy's meat drilling into her from behind and staring at the stark stunning sight of Hamish and Lucy really enjoying fucking each other senseless. 

The deviant in the brunette had enough willpower to turn remarkable teen group sex into naughty, forever memorable 'family' sex.

Denying her pussy immediate pleasure, the brunette was slurping her own juices into her gob from Cameron's hard, hard shaft.

J'Arnie wanted it as stiff as she could get it — as it was being shaped up for her girlfriend.

Lucy saw J'Arnie swallowing her brother's cock.

Fuck, Cameron had a cute pecker. 

Ms Jones felt the need to copycat her bestie and had Hamish's pork sword in her sweet mouth. Her first head job, and she was doing swell. 

Hamish appreciated it and never would have guessed she was an oral novice.

J'Arnie was adroit and sneaky as she guided the change. It was cock for cock. Ease Lucy over the edge into sibling sex. 

Cameron didn't give a fuck who was sucking his sausage. It needed a mouth. It required a pussy. It currently had his adopted sister's cute lips.

Suddenly Lucy was spread on the couch, and the pussy invitation for Cameron Jones was Ms Jones, and Jonesy didn't falter. 

Hamish was in his stepsister; she was riding him, grinding down and easing up high, then spiking down again; she wanted to keep an eye on Lucy, too.

"Yeah, Hamish, jab me! Prod deep! Probe my depths! Ooh yeah! Like that! Ooh, ooh!"

The girls were really moaning with delight. Pure cock in pussy delight. Then they were frickin groaning with heavenly pleasure, as first Hamish, then Jonesy following his mate's lead, heading into the back cavern on the sibling they were with.

Master Jones, who hadn't given his flat-chested 'sister' a sexual thought or sexual glance or perv in his life, beyond, 'er — she is flat chested', was fixated on her tight arsehole.

She was gawking down between her own legs, watching his pecker dig into her crack flesh and pucker mould it out. She was gasping with newfound delight in her body.

J'Arnie was enjoying a regulation anal drilling. Hamish was in the groove and prodding deep.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Perfect, you big prick. Geez, you are well-trained! Ooh — ooh, that's the plunge I like! Bet you're excited — like me —watching Lucy — right next to us — getting creamed in her arse. Orrgh, ugh, ooh!"

The pair enjoyed the carnal creaminess injected into J'Arnie's starfish — as Hamish groaned and jolted into her arse.

"Ugh, ugh, orrgh!"

The brunette's crack seeped a big wad of cum around her ring.

Fuck did her butt hole look satisfied.

Perfect timing as a withdrawing Hamish and a replete J'Arnie watched Cameron release a surfeit of male custard in Lucy's crimped compressed patootie.

A drippy, sloshy pearl string leaked from his stepsisters, contracting rills.

Well, four young college students were all very pleased with themselves.

Contentment at A+. 

As for those frickin papers — fuck 'em — metaphorically!

J'Arnie's agenda, not Hamish's, dominated the remaining weekend.

Lucy was her willing accomplice. The two guys never stood a chance. Guys never stand a chance when pussy goes snooping for cock, and these two were addicts.

The weekend was over as far as any work went — too much young cock and too much tantalizing, raunchy, exposed pussy and arse were constantly on call for uninhibited exploration.

Delia Rogers was holding two college letters with the same information, assignments not submitted, and was thinking: How did you get inside a teenager with something important?

Well, the four college mavericks could have answered that one quickly.

Still: Delia Rogers was left cogitating: It's a waste of your bloody effort to ask teens to frickin study. Yet what the fuck had the four teens been up to if not studying for those forty–eighty hours?

However, she was a caring mum and thought — Oh well, another mid-week sleepover, as J'Arnie had requested yesterday, and they may finish those papers.

Yes — the four free spirits — had a lot to finish!

No, they were just getting started!