I have an idea, reach me the lube.

Ashley was whimpering as Hannah fingered her butthole and tickled her bare-shaven pussy. Ash gave Heather and and Hannah a pleading look, but her big sister did not relent.

"You want to finish her off, Cheer Captain?" Hannah asked Heather. "Two pinches on her clit ought to do it."

"Please?" Ashley said. "I just want to come, just make me come, today's been the worst tease for me."

Heather nodded and gave Ashley a faint smile. "Don't worry," she said. She slid off the bed to the wooden floor of the bedroom. The bedroom Ashley had barged into, in the middle of Heather's very first lesbian threesome, Heather's first serious lesbian anything, featuring a delicious 69 with Taylor Bishop to Heather's first climax on another girl's tongue. Ashley had barged into a bedroom clearly marked outside with socks tied on the door for Do Not Disturb, mid-threesome, refused to leave, and impatiently vibed an orgasm out of Hannah which had set off Taylor.

"I have an idea," Heather said. "Reach me the lube, Hannah?"

Hannah took her hand off her younger sister's pussy and passed the lube bottle to Heather. Heather took the bottle and pressed two fingers together, like Hannah's left hand.

"Like this?" Heather said.

Hannah raised her eyebrows. "Let me see those fingernails." Heather held them up. "Good, smooth. Okay. Yes, crossed over like that." Hannah nodded. "Now lube up. Good. More lube. More than that."

"Wait, wait!" Ashley said. "Just do me, touch my clit, pleeeze!"

Heather turned round toward Ashley. The most energetic member of Heather's cheerleading crew, Ash lay at the edge of the bed, quivering at the touch of Hannah's fingers, two up Ashley's butt, the other hand gently stroking her swollen pink pussy lips.

"Let me take over," Heather said. "Both hands."

"She's pretty open," Hannah said. "Here you go. Just push."

"Wait, wait, ohhhh!" Ashley said. Her hips jolted as Hannah slid her fingers out of Ashley's butthole.

Heather slid her fingers in, in place of Hannah's, in one smooth motion. It was hot up Ashley's butt. Ash's ring of muscles squeezed erratically on Heather's fingers. Heather felt Ash's hips quivering as she hovered close to orgasm.

It felt so powerful.

"Okay Ash," Heather said. "I like this already."

"Oh God Heather, please, please don't tease me," Ashley said.

"Let's not be in a hurry," Heather said. "How do you like to be touched?"

"Just rub my clit, please, please," Ash said.

Heather took her time, enjoying every pleading expression, every impatient moan as she followed Ash's request.

Very.

Slowly.

Hannah gave Heather advice for how to boost Ashley's climax for when it was time.

Ashley Woodsen was sobbing with frustration when Heather finally put Hannah's advice to use, making short quick strokes of the two fingers in Ashley's butt while Heather pinched Ashley's clit firmly and slid her clit hood quickly back and forth.

Ashley practically levitated off the bed, kicking, thrashing, and moaning as Heather got her off with both hands.

And then Ashley was sobbing with relief. She sat up, clutching Heather in a tight embrace, weeping into Heather's shoulder. "Oh thank you thank you thank you," she said. "I'm so embarrassed, you know."

Hannah caught Heather's eye and nodded, holding up her two stacked fingers. Butt stuff. Heather gave Hannah a little nod.

"It's okay Ash," Heather said. "If you need it like that and Brandon's not there, I can take care of you." I felt so powerful. "Just like that." Just like that.

Ash held tight to Heather, "I-I will," she said. "I'll ask you if I need to."

"Welcome to Team Brat, Heather," Hannah said. "We all love you, Ash," she added. Taylor added her assent. "Just give us, you know, a little Respect for the Sock?"

Ash didn't say anything.