Three of a Kind

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Summary: In the ALL NEW premiere episode of 'Three of a Kind', we meet triples, Sandy, Brandy and Mandy, three girls who though they are identical are VERY different in every other way. The tale of 'sisters love' begins with a night of arousal sparked by one of the triplets rather openly masturbating while her sisters can hear.

Original Airdate: Tuesday, April 14, 2009 @ 9:30 p.m.
(following an ALL NEW 'Can't Fight the Moonlight')

Story Codes: mast, exhib

Still, it seemed crowded. In one corner was the bunk bed, a good sized one with a tall stepladder at the side. A third bed was attached to the bunk, projecting out from the head making it an L shaped piece of furniture.

There were, in addition to the beds, five dressers and three desks spaced around the room, as well as a table and three chairs, a full sized TV and a small couch.

A teenage girl lay back on the couch reading a book. Her blonde hair was loose and thick and long and spread out all around her as she sprawled back, legs spread, one hand behind her back and the other holding the book above her. She wore cotton, string bikini jockey shorts and a tank top. Because of the airconditioning, her nipples pushed out against the thin top.

Another blonde teenager sat at a desk, carefully typing on a computer. She had her long, thick hair tightly pulled back from her forehead and braided into a thick tail that hung down her back. She was wearing a small white nightshirt with a black and white picture of Albert Einstein. The front of her nightshirt also showed how stiff her nipples were.

Yet another blonde was sitting on a window seat, her knees drawn up to her chest. She held a writing pad on her knees and was writing, a poem, as it happened. Her wide blue eyes were staring out at the trees beyond her windows, but she didn't seem to notice what went on, her mind occupied with some thought.

She wore a long, thin, silk Japanese style kimono, which was too lose around her chest to show whether her nipples were, or were not stiff. Anyway, her hair hung down in front of her chest and would have blocked such sight.

All three young women had bright blue eyes, tiny snub noses and delicate chins. They had thin oval faces and long, thick, golden blonde hair. All had long, shapely legs, flawless complexions, and hourglass figures.

All of them, in fact, looked exactly alike, which wasn't astonishing at all, since they were sisters, and, in fact, triplets, born minutes apart.

"Would somebody turn off the damned air-conditioning?" the blonde slouching on the couch demanded.

"If you'd put some clothes on, Sandy, you wouldn't be so cold," the blonde sitting at the desk sniffed.

"Up yours Brandy," Sandy replied. She gazed petulantly across the room at the other girl, then smiled.

"Mandy?" Mandy?" She had to call twice to get her sister's attention.

"Hmmmm?"

"How about turning off the air-conditioner. I'm cold."

"Sure," Mandy said, smiling, as she almost always did, putting aside her pad and getting up. She walked gracefully across the room to the other window and turned the air-condition off.

"Thanks Mandy,"

"You're welcome."

Oddly, though their voices were of identical tone, Mandy's was low and musical, while her sister's was rather brusque and sharp. Brandy's voice, on the other hand, was stern as she glared at both her sisters.

"Really, Mandy, I don't know why you let her order you around like that."

"I didn't order her," Sandy glared indignantly.

"I don't mind," Mandy said, smiling again.

"You could have got the damned thing yourself and not had her do it," Brandy glared back at Sandy.

"She didn't mind," Sandy sniffed.

"You just take advantage of her."

"Like you don't."

"I don't. You're the lazy one."

"Stop being so bossy."

"I'm the oldest."

"Oh, Puuhhleeeasse. You're, like six minutes older than me and maybe, what was it, fourteen more than Mandy. And you've been using that for YEARS."

"Please don't argue about me," Mandy said, sounding anxious. Both girls paused at the tone. Brandy sighed and turned back to her computer. Sandy grunted and turned back to her book. Mandy was a delicate girl who upset easily, especially by arguing or anger between her sisters.

She was a poet, a cellist, and a painter, her head always in the clouds as she sought inspiration. Both her sisters tended to feel protective of her at times since she seemed to trust almost anyone completely, not imagining people would abuse her trust.

Sandy, on the other hand, was suspicious and cynical. Her poetry, what there was of it, tended to be obscene. She liked her music hard, and as for painting... painting was for walls. Her interests were elsewhere, in sports.

She was Captain of the school's field hockey, volleyball, swimming, and track and field teams, a natural athlete.

As for Brandy, sitting punching at her computer keys, though she loved her sisters dearly, both of them got on her nerves as often as not. She deplored Sandy's crudeness, jocks being low on her list of people to meet, and thought Mandy far too soft and squeamish for the real world, a silly, weak female that disgraced the very notion of feminism.

Brandy's world was math and science. She had no hobbies or real interests outside school. She spent most of her time studying, and was a straight A student with a ninety-nine percent average. That was ten points better than Mandy, and twenty better than Sandy.

She saved her file and turned off the computer, getting up and stretching her back, then yawning loudly as she walked across to her bed. She pulled back the covers and got in, snapping off the light beside her bed as she pulled the covers over herself.

"Are you going to bed, already?" Sandy demanded from the couch.

"It's late and we have school tomorrow."

"Yes, you're right," Mandy said, nodding her head thoughtfully. She put down her pad and got up, going to her own bed, which was the lower bunk. She undid the belt holding her kimono closed and pulled it open and off.

Underneath she wore a pink silk chemise. It had thin spaghetti straps and hung down to just above her belly button. She also wore a matching string bikini bottom, and was almost totally unaware of what a delectable sight she presented to any male who might have been watching.

Sandy grumbled to herself, then got up and padded across to the bunk. She bent and skimmed off her panties, then gripped her tank top cross armed and lifted it up and off with a single fluid motion, tossing both onto a nearby chair.

Naked, she climbed up the ladder at the side of the bunk and half somersaulted onto the bunk above. She pulled the sheets around herself as Mandy turned off the last light and the room was plunged into darkness.

If Brandy hoped for quick sleep, she was to be disappointed. For a soft sound soon began to float on the quiet night air. It was the sound of harsh breathing, little gasps and pants, then grunts, all of which grew louder as the seconds passed. She opened her eyes and scowled fiercely up at the top of the bunk.

"Shit," she whispered to herself.

On the bottom bunk, Mandy looked up at the movements of the mattress above her and the sounds of arousal and pleasure above her and smiled gently.

"Ohhh Goooooood!" Sandy groaned, the sound showing her excitement and passion.

"You're such a crude, low class little nympho, Sandy!" Brandy snapped. Sandy ignored her, then began to grunt loudly, alternating with desperate panting breaths. Brandy cursed under her breath and glowered darkly.

If she hadn't been so excited Sandy would have laughed at the annoyance in her sister's voice. Goading Brandy was one of her chief pleasures in life. One of them. One of the others was bringing alive the delicious pleasure in her body that came from that tight, snug, wet little slit between her shapely legs.

She lay on her back on the top bunk, sheets aside, legs splayed so her feet stuck out over the edge of the mattress. She writhed on the bed, her left hand massaging, squeezing and caressing her breasts, her right down between her thighs, two fingers pumping in her snatch as she ground her thumb down over her clitty.

Sandy was far from being a shy girl, tending to be boastful, outgoing, loud and good natured. Around her sisters she was even less timid, hiding nothing of her thoughts or her body.

"Uhnnnngghhhhh!" she gasped, forcing a third finger into her tight cunt tunnel as she rubbed furiously at her outraged clitty. She pinched her right nipple, then rolled the left between her thumb and forefinger. She pumped her fingers back and forth in her cunt, her pussy steaming with heat as she writhed and groaned and whimpered in pleasure.

Mandy looked up and saw her sister's right foot sticking out over the side of the bed and smiled again. She listened, for anyone having fun, enjoying themselves, pleased her, especially when it was one of her sisters. Like Sandy she was not shy, being generous, helpful and friendly almost to a fault.

Her sister's masturbation did not annoy her, though she fretted when Brandy cursed, knowing how her elder sister disliked such... unrefined behaviour. In fact, far from being offended, she found the sounds of her sister's pleasure rather sweet... as well as arousing, and stimulating.

She lay on her back and looked up, wishing she could see Sandy, not for prurient reasons but simply because she would have enjoyed watching her sister's face in such pleasure. She knew Sandy wouldn't like it though so she stayed where she was.

Her hand crept down between her legs though and slid into her panties. She cupped her soft pussy mound, then began to rub her hand up and down very lightly. She pressed harder with her middle finger, forcing it down between her pussy lips, sawing it up and down her fleshy pink cleft.

She closed her eyes briefly as a wave of pleasure washed through her. Her finger continued to slide up and down her cunt slit, rubbing against her clitty as her body began to pulse and throb with sexual excitement.

Her other hand slid up and down her torso, stroking herself through the thin, silky chemise. She could feel her hard nipples through the material, and slid her hand up beneath it to squeeze her bare breasts. She slid a finger round and round her nipple, then seized it and squeezed gently, twisting it slowly.

A soft whimper escaped her tightly closed lips as her body flared with passion. She felt her skin tingling and her crotch burning. She stroked her breasts as she rolled her clitty, then began to rub franticly, her eyes and lips pressed tightly closed.

Sandy rolled over onto her belly, her face mashing into the pillow as she pumped her fingers into her cunt. She had four fingers of one hand inside her snatch now, while her other hand rubbed furiously up and down over her clitty.

Her legs were splayed like a frog's and rubbed and pushed at the sheets, as though she were trying to swim forward on the bed. She jerked and trembled, her cunt frothing with energy, bubbling with fuck-milk, sending sharp, flickering jolts of pleasure deep into her guts.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted, her mouth drooling into the pillow as she wriggled and moaned and humped down against her fingers. Her crotch made the mattress bounce below her as her ass rose and fell in a pantomime of fucking, her cunt impaling itself again and again on her tightly clenched fingers.

Her softly rounded buttocks rose high and glowed ivory white in the moonlight streaming through the window, and her hair flowed golden around her head and down her back as her head tossed and shook.

Brandy did not miss the little whimper coming from Mandy's bunk. She shook her head and closed her eyes in resignation, not really blaming Mandy, who was as natural with her feelings as anyone could be, and could not be yelled at without painfully hurting feelings.

She saved her disgust for her crude, vulgar jockette sister, who had little, if any dignity or decorum and didn't care who saw or heard her doing anything. She only wished the bitch would hurry up and finish so she could get some sleep. At least Mandy was jerking off quietly.

She had to admit though, that the sounds of her sister groaning and moaning were titillating, even arousing. Despite her dignity and sometimes haughty attitude, she was as hot blooded as her sisters, with the same equipment, the same needs and desires.

A gasp as though Sandy had just felt a sudden blow came from the upper bunk and Brandy swallowed self consciously. She found her own hand creeping between her legs, sliding the nightshirt upwards and moving beneath.

She lay on her side, her two middle fingers carefully rubbing across her clitty, her eyes closed as she softly stroked her enlarged little bud. She curled up in her bed, pulling her head and shoulders inwards as she rubbed steadily at her clit.

She carefully kept her motions as surreptitious as possible, not at all as free as her sisters with her body's weaknesses, as she saw them. She breathed quickly but quietly, her body warming as she felt her crotch pulse with heat.

She curled her index finger, sliding it slowly, ever so slowly, into her virgin sheath, almost gasping aloud at the sharp aching between her legs as she split herself with the digit. She screwed it in to the first joint, then caught her breath and held it to prevent any noise from escaping as she forced it deeper, wriggling it in to the second joint.

She felt her cunt squeeze down tightly around the intruding digit, felt the silky wetness of her pink cunt flesh. She pumped the finger soooo slowly, then, as she managed to work the front of her gash open, slowly eased her middle finger in alongside.

She almost did make a noise then, for her cunt was almost too tight to get both fingers inside. She felt her taut, straining cunt flesh sting as she resolutely pushed the second finger in, prodded by her own arousal. She got the second finger in to the second joint as well.

She brought her thumb down against her clitty, then pressed up with her index and middle fingers, squeezing her clit between them. She groaned, the sound very, very low, then turned and pressed her face into the pillow as she rolled her clitty between her thumb and the two fingers embedded in her cunt.

Sandy's breasts were trapped between her heaving chest and the firm mattress beneath. Her jerking body crushed and rolled her ribs across the swollen, aching tit mounds, squashing and mashing them as her chest moved back and forward in time to her desperate humpings.

She groaned again, loud and passionate, her body rolling slowly onto one side, then onto her back. Her legs bent, her knees pulling wide and almost touching the mattress on either side. She thrust her fingers into her drooling fuck opening with hard, slashing motions, then felt a sudden powerful flare of heat.

She gurgled mindlessly, her back arching her head rolling beneath her shoulders, her ass leaving the bed as she was enveloped in orgasmic fire. Searing heat rippled up and down her spine as she mewled in passionate release.

Mandy whimpered, her eyes wide as her body felt the ecstasy of her climax. Both her hands clutched her cunny, one over the other, both squeezing repeatedly as she writhed on the bed. Her legs were wide and the tendons and muscles in her thighs ached as her body stiffened and trembled violently.

Brandy squeezed the hard little nub of her cunt between her fingers, mashing it between them, delighting in the firm heat of her cunt flesh as her fingers pressed it upwards against her clit. She felt her hips jerk and twitch, humping ever so slightly against her fingers.

She heard Sandy's wail of pleasure and saw part of her thrashing from the corner of her eye. She ignored her, grinding her fingers down against her clitty as she panted and sighed in bliss. Her finger sank slowly into her slit, her index finger in almost all the way to the knuckle now.

Her thumb rubbed furiously at her clit, the little button crackling and rippling with energy and heat, making her loins ache and tremble as it inundated her with wondrous sensations of sexual delight.

Her teeth ground together as she fought to keep quiet, her body humming with an overload of passionate sexual desire. Her left hip was rubbing at the bed now, as her crotch humped desperately forward.

She felt her cum approaching, and rubbed harder, her eyes tightly closed as she felt the blissful sensations of sexual climax flooding through her body. Her head pulled back on the pillow, her shoulders jerking back as well, her spine bending as she bowed backwards, still on her side.

There was a slight delay after Sandy jerked the covers back, a delay before she noticed her sister standing triumphantly over her bed, watching her humping against her fingers, her body bowed back, her nightshirt up around her hips, her fingers digging into her crotch.

Yet even as she noticed she did nothing, for nothing was more important than the pleasure roaring through her body. She ignored Sandy's snigger as she humped furiously against her fingers.

Then she groaned and her movements eased. She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them. She snatched the sheet back from Sandy with a furious curse.

"Un, un, un, naughty, naughty," Sandy grinned, wagging a finger down at her. "Mustn't play with your little pussy, Brandy."

"You are so... so... CONTEMPTIBLE!" Brandy snarled, glaring furiously up at her naked sister.

"Why are you so embarrassed that we know you play with yourself? Everybody does it. It's no big thing."

"Everybody goes to the bathroom too but we still don't do it in front of other people!"

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Brandy," Mandy said from her bunk, propped up on one elbow as she looked across at them. "Not around us. We're your sisters. Nothing you do will ever make us stop loving you." Sandy rolled her eyes and sniffed, drawing a look of reproach from Mandy.

"That was mean, Sandy," she said, frowning.

"She's the one that yelled at me for doing it."

"You were mean to do that. You knew it would embarrass her."

"Well, she deserved it," Sandy pouted, not used to being taken to task by their youngest sister.

"You could have been quieter. You know she's embarrassed by things like that."

"Godddd," Sandy sighed. She climbed up the ladder and flung herself into her bunk, grumbling quietly.

Mandy settled back into her pillow and Brandy clutched her sheets tightly around herself, jerking her nightshirt down over her ass, her skin still blushing in the near darkness.

Morning came with the shrill ringing of the alarm clock. Sandy cursed, Mandy yawned and Brandy reached over and turned it off, stretching languorously. She ran a hand through her silky blonde tresses and then flung back the sheets.

She sat up, gazing out the window to see what kind of day it was. Sunny, it seemed. She got up and padded across the room to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She stripped off her nightshirt and got into the shower, turning on the water to hot.

She showered quickly, then got out and pulled a fluffy towel off the shelf, rubbing herself dry. Mandy knocked, then came into the room, wearing her kimono.

"Good morning," she offered, more pleasant than usual, as though to ease any lingering embarrassment her sister might have been feeling.

"Morning, Mandy," Brandy smiled. It was impossible not to smile at such a musical greeting, and anyway, she couldn't remain embarrassed around either of her sisters for long. None had any secrets from the other really. They all knew each other too intimately.

She dumped the towel into the laundry basket as Mandy stripped off her kimono and hung it up. The other girl stepped into the shower as Brandy drew on her nightshirt and left the bathroom. She passed Sandy, who ruffled her hair in greeting. She grunted a hello, still a little sore at her.

Sandy went into the bathroom, already naked, and pulled open the glass door to the shower.

"Hi, Sandy," her soap covered sister greeted her.

"Hi, sis," she yawned, sliding the door closed again and taking a second bar of soap from the shelf. They moved around each other as they soaped up, jockeying for position in front of the nozzle.

"Do my back," Sandy asked imperiously, as a mistress to a servant. Mandy didn't complain. She stood behind her with the soap and began to soap up her shoulders and the back of her neck, then worked her way down against her shoulder blades and down her back. Her hands moved un-self consciously down onto Mandy's buttocks, rubbing them chastely with soap.

"You could do my back now and then," she grumbled. Sandy rolled her eyes ceilingward, just finishing soaping up her chest and crotch. She grinned as she turned around and pulled Mandy around in front of her.

"Want me to show you how the girls cleaned people in a movie me and Mark saw?"

Without waiting for a reply she pressed her soapy naked flesh against Mandy's back, her arms around her sister's waist as she rubbed herself up and down. Mandy giggled as Sandy's silky, soapy skin massaged her own, not thinking anything particularly sexual as her sister's round breasts mashed against her back and slid up and down against her.

Sandy giggled as well, pushing her crotch hard into her sister's naked round ass flesh and grinding in slow circles. However, she, unlike the much more innocent Mandy, did feel the sensuousness of the massage, perhaps because her breasts were especially sensitive and the feeling of the soapy orbs squashing and rubbing into Mandy aroused her.

Nor could she escape the resemblance to sex as she ground her loins into Mandy's behind. When she slid her hands up beneath Mandy's breasts and cupped them tightly, she was only half joking when she asked, with a laugh, "Want me to rub these up too?"

"No, thank you," Mandy said demurely, pulling away to do that job herself.

They finished their shower at about the same time, turning off the water and getting out of the shower stall. Mandy dried herself, then put her kimono on again before brushing out her hair and picking up the dryer. Sandy, more earthy, remained nude as she blew her hair into its usual, precisely arranged mop of layered hair.

Brandy was already dressed when she came out of the bathroom. The eldest sister was wearing white dress pants, black loafers, a pink shirt and a white round collared sweater. Her hair was pulled tightly back from her forehead and bound behind her in a thick braid which hung down between her shoulder blades.

"Going for the preppy look, huh? What a novelty for you." Sandy teased.

Brandy frowned at her, then shook her head dismissively and turned to check her look in the mirror again. She placed her large, rounded eye glasses on her nose as Sandy pulled on a pair of string bikini jockey underwear and added a matching halter top.

"You don't really need those glasses, you know."

"I need them so my vision won't deteriorate," Brandy sniffed.

"Liar. You only need them for reading, and only then after you've been reading for hours. You only wear them so you'll look like an egghead. Not that people would think otherwise with your hair so tight."

"I think I can decide when I need them, thank you," Brandy said in a superior tone. "And what will you be wearing today? Let me guess, tight jeans and a tank top... again?"

Sandy pulled on the bright blue tank top she was holding, then lifted a pair of faded, tight legged jeans. She had to exhale completely to snap them closed and zip them up.

"If you got it, flaunt it," she said, doing a slow pirouette, pushing her ass out at her sister and sliding her hands across it as she turned.

"Honestly, Sandy. Don't you have any pride?"

"Lots. That's why I dress like this. Besides, it's comfortable."

"Those jeans are too tight to be comfortable. They must squeeze your crotch like crazy."

"Who says that's a bad thing?" Sandy leered. Brandy glared at her as Mandy came out of the bathroom.

"Anyway, they don't squeeze me half as much as your tight hair. Why don't you wear it more like her if you have to tie it down?"

Mandy looked from one to the other, perplexed at becoming the center of attention in a conversation she wasn't involved in. Her hair, like Brandy's was bound behind her in a braid, unlike her sister, she had considerably softened the look, leaving the front alone, with thick bangs across her forehead, and pulling the sides back more loosely.

"Because I don't want the bangs getting in my eyes all the time," Brandy snorted, reaching out and pushing aside some of the bangs above Mandy's eyes.

"I don't mind them," Mandy said.

"That's because you're not always bent over a stupid book," Sandy grunted, turning to find a pair of tennis shoes.

"You could stand to spend more time on books and less on sports," Brandy retorted.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Mandy, hurry up and get dressed or we'll be late."

"Sorry," Mandy squeaked, hurrying to the closet.