Hannah goes to Shawn, but gets some satisfaction

Heavy **** followed Hannah up the stairs, but halfway down the hall, she caught wind of a hideous stench. Her stomach did backflips, pitching her over the balcony railing. She snagged it for dear life as the dry heaves crested and subsided, but, thankfully, the nausea slid away. Shaking her head, she regain some senses, but she questioned her faculties again when she noticed the view through the deck doors.

She was pretty sure that there weren't that many flowers around the cabin before. "Pretty sure," though, were the key words.

"Uh, uh, yeah!" the unmistakable voice of Kendra moaned into her sensitive ears, and the rivulet that trickled down her shorts stunned her.

"That's it, brother!" Shawn's voice rang with an infernal clamor, from which Hannah reeled. Her pussy though grew wetter, and she despaired at her schizophrenic reactions.

"Fuck what's wrong with me?!" she grunted. Kendra then moaned deeply, and Hannah felt her mind blanch.

"That's how you fuck a bitch, Dustin, good job!" Hannah twitched, and peered around to the door. A thin crease of light, demarcating itself from the illumination of the balcony, slipped behind it. The low burr of long vocal cords, presumably Dustin's, rumbled, escalating in volume. Kendra squawked with increasing timbre, until she announced her impending climax.

Hannah straightened, and stepped ahead with clumsy persistence.

"Ride it out! Don't blow your load too soon!" Shawn's advice echoed. God, what an asshole. Her brain twitched, and she vowed that she would teach Shawn a lesson on behalf of women everywhere. And he wasn't going to enjoy it as much as she would.

She edged to the light, peering through. As expected, Dustin hammered into Kendra as she convulsed on the bed. Her timing had apparently been apt, as an inhuman howl escaped her lungs. Dustin's dam burst at the same time as her gripped a tit for support. Half a minute later, they fell like puppets into the comforter.

Shawn's clothes apparently were gone long ago, as he jerked himself in an attempt to coat Kendra's face. He seemed furious that their coupling had ended this quickly, and Hannah figured that his encouragement was more for his sake than his brother's. He seemed to muster an idea though, and reached out to remove Dustin's prone form.

No, not that easily, Hannah stated, and exploded the door.

"Holy shit!" Shawn roared. Dustin and Kendra barely responded.

Hannah regarded Shawn's cock as a kid regards ants with a magnifying glass. She wished she could set it on fire.

"Well!" he gurgled. "Watching were we? Sure you're excited, judging by that waterfall down your leg. I wouldn't mind getting to those tits of yours!"

She walked to him, and whether out of intimidation or cockiness, he blessedly shut up. That allowed enough limited self-awareness on his part to completely miss Hannah's hand coming to his face, and sending him reeling to the bed.

"The fucking--" he stopped. Hannah rose over him, shedding her shorts. Her eyes poured ice into his soul.

"I am woman, hear me roar, Shawn." She grasped his hardness in a mechanical vice and tugged her panties aside. "Time you understood what sex is like when someone else runs the show."

He bent backwards and caterwauled as she fed him to her pussy. Dustin lazily opened an eye before returning to sleep.