Three of a Kind

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Summary: In the ALL NEW 3rd episode of 'Three of a Kind', with Brandy in the shower, Sandy takes advantage of the situation as her and Mandy do something neither had experienced before. Later, Mandy's talent as an artist gets her invited to pose for another artist. Problem is he wants her to pose...nude.

Original Airdate: Tuesday, April 28, 2009 @ 9:30 p.m.
(following an ALL NEW 'Can't Fight the Moonlight')

Story Codes: mf, mast, ff, inc, exhib

Mandy gazed up with wide blue eyes and swallowed anxiously.

"Wha... what are you going to do?" she whispered. Sandy grinned back, her tongue sliding over her lips as she gazed down at Mandy's soft flesh.

"I saw two women doing this in the movie Mark and me saw on cable last week," she breathed. She slid down on the bed and pushed one of her legs through Mandy's, hunching upwards until their crotches were inches away from each other.

Mandy looked down eagerly, her gaze fixed as Sandy pushed her pussy against hers. She gulped in surprise as she felt Sandy's pussy press into hers, but kept staring. Sandy pushed harder, then began to grind her pussy against her sister.

"Rub back," she whispered. Mandy began to grind her pussy back against Sandy's, staring in wonder as they mashed and rubbed their pussies. She could feel the heat and moisture of Sandy's cunt as it rode across her own and swallowed in excitement as she felt her pussy flare with pleasure.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Sandy groaned.

"Shhhhh," Mandy gasped, rubbing harder.

"She won't come out if she hears me moaning," Sandy panted.

"Give me your hands, Mandy," she gasped.

Mandy reached down and the two held hands. Sandy pulled hard, using the leverage to mash her pussy even harder against Mandy's. Mandy gasped and trembled, twisting and rubbing, humping faster and faster and whining low in her throat.

"Oh! Oh Sandyyyyy!" she moaned.

"Shhhhh," Sandy gasped. She felt her leg pressing against Mandy's breasts. She clutched her sister with both legs, then pulled the one in front back and began to mash her toes and foot down against Mandy's breasts. She dug her toes into the soft, malleable flesh near Mandy's hard little nipple, feeling it with her toes as she ground them down.

Mandy whimpered and shook, her ass humping from side to side and back and forth, her pussy burning with lust as she ground it into Sandy's. Her eyes were wide, her jaw slack as she continued to stare at the melding of their bodies.

She was breathing in short, sharp little pants, like an out of breath cat, Her hands gripped Sandy's desperately as she felt her body getting hotter and hotter. Her flesh seemed to sizzle and her insides twisted and turned as warm pleasure flooded her.

Their cunts slapped and mashed and rubbed together, separated only by a thin layer of damp, matted, golden cunt hair.

Mandy's head slowly fell back until it was hanging upside down, jerking up and down in time to their frantic humping and grinding. She moaned and whimpered, her body weak and trembling.

Then she stiffened and clenched her teeth, her body jerking hard several times as an orgasm roared through her head. "UUUUUUUUUUUuuUuUuUuuUUuuUuuUuunnGGGHHHH!!" she groaned, the sound long and loud and quavering.

Sandy ground herself down harder, panting and groaning, feeling her sister's hot cunt bursting against hers. She knew Brandy had heard Mandy's cry of release, and would have assumed it was hers. Now that she thought she had finished she could be out any second, presuming she had finished her own jerk off session.

She began slapping her pussy against Mandy's, pulling back a little, then jerking hard on Mandy's hands to jam their cunts back together. Mandy lolled like a dead body, her eyes closed her mouth gaping, unmoving except for Sandy's influence on her languorous body.

Then Sandy came too, gritting her teeth tightly, gnashing them together as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy ripped through her. She mewled in delight, her body twisting and grinding against Mandy's as her cunt exploded with heat and pleasure.

Then she gave a moan and let go of Mandy's hands. both girls dropped back onto the bed, their legs still intertwined, their chests heaving.

The water turned off in the bathroom and Sandy jerked upright, climbing out of Mandy's bunk and clawing her way back up into her own before the door opened. If Brandy was surprised not to be greeted by a sarcastic insult when she came back she didn't let on.

She got into bed and turned off the lights.

If Sandy felt slightly guilty the next morning, not so Mandy, who was too much of a free spirit to feel anything but trust and love for her sister, and happiness at the new way Sandy had found for them to have fun together.

She stayed in bed longer than usual, waiting for Brandy to finish in the bathroom, then for Sandy to drag herself in there.

"Mandy," Brandy sighed, prodding her shoulder, "Hurry up and take your shower or you'll make us even later than yesterday."

"Okay," she said, pretending tiredness. She got out of bed, naked as she was last night, and padded to the bathroom, giving the door a push behind her so it closed, though not tightly.

She slid the glass shower door aside and stepped in. Sandy was only just starting to soap herself up. She grinned tiredly when Mandy came in.

"Sandy?"

"Hmm?'

"Can we do that again? Like last night?"

"Yeah, sometime."

"I mean now. It won't take long."

"Brandy's just outside."

"She won't hear with the water. Please?"

Sandy looked around dubiously, then pushed a soap bar at her sister.

"Soap yourself up," she hissed, soaping herself rapidly. Mandy wasn't sure if that was a yes or no but obeyed as Sandy reached up and redirected the stream of water towards the door.

"Come over here and stand in the corner," Sandy whispered, her hands on Mandy's shoulders as she placed her against the corner.

"Raise your leg, no, the other one. Put your foot on the ledge there. That's it. Spread your legs a bit more and push your crotch out."

She slid her leg between Mandy's, bringing it up and putting it on the ledge on the other wall, then they ground their soap covered pussy mounds together.

Mandy went glassy eyed and moaned and whimpered, rubbing hard as Sandy mashed her cunt down. They held each other tightly around the waist for balance, and, as she got hot and aroused, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to Sandy to lean forward and kiss Mandy on the lips.

Mandy's mouth was open, but she didn't respond at first when Sandy pushed her own over it and slid her tongue forward. Then her eyes blinked wider and she stared at Sandy as the kiss went on, her lips sliding from side to side, her tongue dipping and darting forward.

She responded hesitantly, her own tongue making tentative probes against Sandy's. Within seconds she was kissing fully, passionately, her moans muffled by her sister's lips as their soft, soaped up crotches slid together.

Sandy's left hand clutched her sister behind the head, pulling her harshly forward. Her right hand slid onto Mandy's left breast, squeezing and stroking the soft, soaped up mammary, sliding over the hard little nipple, then tweaking it, pinching it, twisting it as Mandy whimpered and groaned in pleasure.

Then she came, grunting in bliss as she jammed her crotch into Mandy's, slapping her cunt meat against Mandy's pussy and inner thigh, stabbing her tongue deep into Mandy's mouth as she squeezed the other girl's breast savagely.

Then Mandy gasped and arched her back, pushing her cunt harder against Sandy, rubbing violently as her head fell back and her legs went rubbery. Sandy had to clutch her hard to keep the whining whimpering, moaning girl from falling down onto the hard tiles as their cunts twisted and jerked together.

"Will you two come on?" Brandy snapped, opening the bathroom door and sticking her head in. They staggered apart and all she saw were two outlines through the door.

"Just rinsing off," Sandy called.

Brandy slammed the door and the two looked at each other and smiled. They did rinse off the soap, then got out of the shower quickly to dry off.

"We should tell Brandy and do it with her," Mandy whispered.

"Are you nuts? She'd go ape on us."

"But I hate keeping stuff from her. It seems mean."

"Trust me, Mandy, she won't want to do it with us and she'll be upset."

"I suppose you're right," Mandy sighed.

"Hold still a second," Sandy ordered, brushing her sister's hair over to one side."

"What are you doing?"

"Just hold still." She used the blow dryer on Mandy, brushing her hair out straight, then pulling some back over her forehead for bangs.

"There," she said. "That looks nice."

"That's not the way I usually do my hair," Mandy said dubiously.

"You can change it at school if you want. Now come on." She took her by the hand and opened the door, pulling her out into the bedroom.

"What took you two so long?" Brandy demanded.

"Ta daahhh. What do you think?" Sandy asked, pulling Mandy around in front of her.

"Very nice," Brandy grumbled," Now hurry up and get dressed."

None of the girls wore makeup, Brandy because she thought it beneath her dignity as a modern woman, Sandy because she couldn't be bothered, and Mandy because she usually forgot. So they were soon trotting downstairs.

Mandy got a lot of compliments on her new hairdo at school, including some from Sean Abbot, who's painting she admired and who's looks she appreciated almost as much. She was flattered when he asked for a favor.

"Pose for you? Me?"

"You just look so... so classically beautiful," he said, glancing at her admiringly. She blushed, pleased.

"How about during lunch hour?" he asked.

"Well... okay."

She was very excited at lunch. She'd never been in a painting before, and Sean was a much better painter than she, though he tended to do abstracts instead of the real lifes she was good at.

Because he was Mister Spencer's best student, with so much creative ability, he was allowed to use the studio during lunch. That impressed her too. She was feeling very enthusiastic as he led her into the room.

"Thanks for coming," he said.

"Oh, I'm glad to. I'm very flattered."

"You shouldn't be. You're a beautiful girl."

She blushed and looked down at the floor.

"You paint very well yourself," he said.

"Just realism. Are you going to do me in abstract?" He nodded.

"I want to paint the real, inner you. If I just paint the surface, it could look like any one of you. You and your sisters I mean."

"We look exactly alike," she said.

"Well, you're triplets, three of a kind" he grinned, his mouth quirking into a small smile. "You were born at the same time."

"Well, not exactly the same time."

"No?"

"No, Brandy is the oldest. Sandy was born six minutes later and I was born eight minutes after her."

"So you're the baby." She smiled and shrugged. "And they never forget it either," she laughed.

"Well... " he paused and gave her a strange look.

"I wouldn't feel confident about asking you this, Mandy if you weren't a fellow artist."

"What?"

"Well, you know how important it is in abstraction to get the true essence of your subject."

"Oh course."

"What I'd like, is to do you nude." She blinked in surprise.

"It's important so the clothes don't project their own image. Clothing is, after all, a concealment."

"Well... yeeess... "

"If you're not comfortable, forget it," he sighed, "I just thought, with you being an artist yourself, you would understand the way an artist looks upon the female nude is not necessarily lewd or immoral... "

"Oh, I understand!" she cried, bobbing her head up and down.

"Then you'll do it?" His face lit up and she swallowed nervously.

"Sure," she said, somewhat worriedly.

"Oh, great, Mandy. I knew you were mature enough to understand."

"Uhm... " she looked around.

"You can go behind that blind there." He pointed out.

"Oh. Of course."

She went behind the blind and held her breath, her mind buzzing with alternating desires to pose or flee. But she knew he was right, and she was, after all, an artist, as was he. It was an immense compliment and the female nude was one of the most classical subjects for painting.

She stripped, then peered around the blind.

"Ready?" he asked. She nodded wordlessly.

"Okay, so am I." he turned to his blank canvas and she stepped shyly out from behind the blind. He turned to look at her with a pleasant smile, then nodded at a small platform in front of him.

She blushed furiously as she shuffled across the floor to the platform, her hands half covering her body though she knew that was stupid. He was going to see everything anyway. She let her hands fall to her sides and tried to walk normally.

"Up on this?"

He nodded and she climbed up. The platform was only about two feet tall and about three foot square. She stood on it facing him.

"Okay... " he walked over and stopped in front of her, his face right on the level with her crotch.

"Okay, Mandy, put your hands up above your head. No, not together, apart, and arch your back. More. Just a bit more. That's it. Now spread your legs a bit and push your right leg out a bit. Bend your knee. Good. Great. Terrific. Is that uncomfortable?"

"No."

"Good. Hold that pose then. And try not to blush so much."

She blushed deeper.

He returned to his pedestal as she tried to keep her pose.

"Sean?"

"Uh, huh?"

"You said this was going to be an abstract?"

"Uh, huh."

"Okay."

"Afraid of others seeing you? You shouldn't be. You have a beautiful body and face."

"It's not that," she said hurriedly, "But my sisters might not like it."

"Oh, and since you all look the same... I see."

She knew that being an artist's subject had nothing to do with sex, but still she felt... aroused. She could not not be, being naked, posed like this, in front of a guy, a cute guy at that. It crossed her mind that her present pose was very similar to the position she'd been in, in the shower this morning, and that made her tingle with excitement.

Before she knew it she was thinking, not only about what she and Sandy had been doing, but what Sandy had said the other night, about how good it felt when a boy put his thing inside. She couldn't help be intensely curious about what it felt like to have a cock way up in her belly like Sandy described.

She felt a tightness in her belly, and a warmth between her legs. Her breasts felt tight and hard and, though she could not in her present pose see her nipples, she knew they must be as hard as little pebbles. That embarrassed her because she was sure Sean would see that.

Of course he might just think it was because she was cold, yet it wasn't cold in the room. The idea that he might see them and know she was sexually aroused was horrifying and she cursed herself for ever agreeing to this stupid thing in the first place.

Her muscles started to cramp after a bit too. It was much harder holding a pose than she had thought. With nothing for her to do her mind began to wander, quite naturally thinking about sex, and Sean in particular. She fantasised about him sweeping her off the little pedestal and making passionate love to her on the floor.

That made her body hot with arousal again, making her even more uncomfortable. Her pussy was quivering and itching and she knew it was moist with lubrication. She had a sudden mortifying image of her pussy juice trickling down her legs.

As soon as she thought of that she wanted to glance down at her thighs to reassure herself, but with her head pulled back she couldn't. It began to prey upon her mind, and she added the hardness of her nipples to the illusion, imagining herself from Sean's side, and thought about what a slut she must seem to him.

She knew from his position, and with her legs spread as they were, that he had a pretty good view of her pussy. What did it look like? Could he tell how aroused she was? She closed her eyes briefly, wishing she could change positions, go to the bathroom or something to check herself out in a mirror.

"Want to take a break?"

"Yes, please," she groaned, turning quickly to one side as she stepped down from the pedestal. She quickly looked down, reassured to see her thighs quite dry and her pussy looking normal. Her nipples were still hard, though.

"Muscles aren't made to spend a lot of time in one position," he said, coming over to stand next to her. She should do a little stretching and deep knee bends. That'll work them loose quickly."

"No. They're starting to feel better now."

"Okay," he shrugged. He returned to his painting as she walked back and forth and rubbed her back with her hands. She was starting to feel easier about being nude around him, mostly because he didn't seem to show any particular interest in her.

That puzzled her though. She knew she had a nice body. She wondered if Sandy was right and she didn't project the right aura.

No, she thought. She was beautiful and Sean, for all his artistic inclinations, was probably attracted to her. He was just too well mannered and dedicated to his art to do anything. It was probably a superhuman display of strength on his part.

Or he could be gay.

She hadn't thought about that before but it would explain things as well. It would also make her feel more comfortable around him.

"Ready to start again?" he asked.

"Okay," she sighed. "How long are we going to do this?"

"I'll finish the sketch today and develop the colors in the next few days."

"Oh. I guess I hadn't thought about how long a painting took."

"You didn't think I could start and finish it in an hour, did you?" he grinned.

"No. Of course not. I just wasn't thinking," she said lamely.

She climbed back onto the pedestal and resumed her position, or at least, came close. It wasn't close enough for Sean. He came back from around his pedestal and stood in front of the pedestal. She was very uncomfortable with him right there since his face was practically a foot or two in front of her pussy.

"Move your left knee out a bit. No, a bit more. Now straighten your other leg and shift it to the left. That's right. Let's see, arch your back a bit more and spread your arms. Also your fingers should be together. No, more, arch your back so it curves gracefully.

He jumped up on the pedestal right next to her. His hand slid up onto her belly and he gripped her shoulder and pulled her back more, arching her back. He ran his hand up her belly and over her chest, sliding it between her breasts without touching them.

"Your back should curve naturally," he said, his hand sliding up and down from her chest to her abdomen.

"If it curves any more I'll break," she complained.

"I have to have you assume the same position as before. That's very important."

"I know. I am!"

"Almost, but not quite. Here, move this leg a bit more."

His hand slid down her hip and he gripped her thigh, pulling outward a little. She could not help feeling a steamy heat in her pussy, and everywhere his hands touched was hot and crackling with electricity. She caught herself breathing heavily and knew her chest was rising and falling literally before his eyes.

His hand brushed her pussy as he pushed against the inside of her thigh and she gave a start, but was sure it was a mistake on his part. Then his hand slid upward again only this time glided right across her left breast. She swallowed nervously, her head still pulled far back.

Then the hand that had been on her shoulder slid down onto her ass and squeezed it. His other hand slid down between her legs and right onto her pussy, squeezing it as well. Both his hands kneaded her soft flesh as she tried to maintain her position.

She gulped and panted, not daring to say anything, not daring to move, as his nimble fingers slid up and down her pussy slit and massaged her ass flesh.

"S... S... Sean?" she gasped.

"Shhhh."

His index finger pushed against her slit, sliding up and down the narrow cleft between her pussy lips, focusing on her clitty as he rubbed her carefully. She moaned and whimpered, her body trembling as he seized her clitty between his thumb and index finger, deftly manipulating the little bud as she mewled in passionate delight and shook harder and harder.

He did not kiss her or lick her breasts or anything like Sandy had described. But she came explosively, letting out a long, rasping breath as her body quivered and shook through a powerful orgasmic gale.

Through it all she had maintained her position, but now she sank weakly to her knees, sitting on her heels and bending forward to hug herself as she panted for breath.

"You'll be able to pose better in a minute," he said, his voice speaking as naturally as though he had not just masturbated her to a climax.

He got down from the pedestal and went back to his painting, taking up his pencil and making numerous quick little strokes. After a couple of minutes he put it down and returned to her, helping her back to her feet on the pedestal.

She posed for another half hour then had to come down for class. He thanked her and arranged for her to come tomorrow, but said nothing about his jerking her off. She was too embarrassed to either, barely speaking as she hurried out.