Sure, Hannah, do me

"Sure," Ashley said. "Do me."

Hannah chuckled. "You and Taylor have something in common. Okay, turn this way, now just lie down and relax. Knees open, a little. Got you."

Heather's post-orgasmic dreaminess faded as she saw Hannah take charge of her restless, horny younger sister.

"Oh god. Oh god Han. Your fingers."

Ashley's face slowly bloomed pink in cheeks and nose.

"Yes, yes, like that, oh I love that, I love it when you do that. I love you Han."

Taylor raised an eyebrow at Ashley. But both Hannah and Taylor herself had made extravagant pronouncements on the point of orgasm, or after.

"Oh no Hannah not my butthole, no, no."

"You wanted me to get you off and settled, brat," Hannah said. "You love it. Brandon's never gonna do it. C'mere." She formed forefinger and middle finger into a single point and pressed.

Heather watched as Ashley's butthole opened easily for Hannah's doubled fingers. Ashley's hips jolted. Her toes curled. A thread of juice flowed from her pussy.

"Not in front of Heather, noooooo!" Ashley whined.

"So, brat, tell me to stop and I will. No? Nothing? Okay Heather, sit close and watch."

Heather gazed at Hannah's hands as she expertly worked Ashley's bare-shaved pussy with one hand and two-fingered Ashley's butthole with the other.

Ash was whimpering. She gave Heather and Hannah a pleading look, but Hannah did not relent.

"Two pinches on Ash's clit and she'll explode," Hannah said. "You want to finish her off, Captain?"