Three of a Kind

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Summary: In the ALL NEW 7th episode of 'Three of a Kind', Brandy and Sandy's two day school suspension has them stuck at home without the peace making abilities of Mandy to stop their fights. A situation that soon turns violent when the sisters get into a rather nasty dispute. Later, following one last session with Sean, Mandy gets to see the end result of the posing she's been doing.

Original Airdate: Tuesday, June 16, 2009 @ 9:30 p.m.
(following an ALL NEW 'The Jamie Lynn Spears "FUCK YOU" Show')

Story Codes: fff, oral, mast

Brandy and Sandy had to spend a second day at home together. Neither was happy about that. Without Mandy to worry about they snapped at each other a lot. They found it hard to get along at the best of times, but now Mandy had just realized her perfect attendance record was spoiled and Sandy had remembered her volley ball team had a game that day and she was missing it.

By noon both were in a foul mood, not speaking to each other. Sandy was wearing her blue team jersey and a pair of white shorts. Brandy was wearing a loose, lounging outfit of green top and pants. Sandy decided to do her laundry, which always bugged her.

"Where the hell are my black panties?" She demanded, as she was putting her underwear away. Brandy sniffed, not bothering to answer. Sandy rummaged through the drawer again.

"My black lace bra is gone too."

"So what?"

"Well, where are they?"

"Why ask me?"

"Because you've always wanted ones like them and admired them so much when I bought them last week."

"If I wanted to get a pair of slutty see-through underwear I would buy them myself."

"You would not. You're too chicken to."

"Stop pestering me, child."

"Virgin," Sandy replied.

"Slut," Brandy sniffed from behind her book.

Sandy went over to Brandy's dresser and began opening drawers.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm checking to see if you stole them."

"Get out of my dresser!"

"Those things cost twenty dollars!"

"I don't give a shit. You owed me a pair."

"What?"

"I had to throw mine out to keep you out of jail. Remember?"

"You through out those cheap old nylon things."

"So?"

"So I don't owe you a brand new silk pair."

"You didn't have anything else that was new."

"Where are they, Brandy?" Sandy scowled.

"Find them," Brandy grinned, looking back at her book. Sandy turned back to the dresser, then turned again, her eyes narrowing. She stomped across the room to where Brandy lay on the couch and suddenly grabbed the loose pants and jerked them down.

"Hey!" Brandy yelled, dropping the book and grabbing her pants.

"You bitch! You're wearing them!"

"You owed me a pair you slut!"

"Give them back!"

"Ha! They're mine now, slut!"

Sandy and she tugged at the pants but Sandy was stronger and had better leverage. The loose pants came off in her hands and she fell back on the floor, clutching them. Brandy jumped up and tried to run around her but Sandy tackled her and forced her back on the couch.

She made a feint at Brandy's top, shoving it upwards. When Brandy grabbed it she quickly grabbed the panties and pulled back hard, again falling back onto the floor with the panties in her hands.

"You whore!" Brandy screamed. She jumped up and so did Sandy. They grabbed each other's arms and wrestled briefly before Sandy got a leg between Brandy's and tripped her.

As she was falling backwards Brandy's hands shot down to cushion the fall. Sandy grabbed her and heaved, rolling her onto her stomach. She dropped down with one knee pressing against the small of Brandy's back, then gripped the top and pulled upwards.

Brandy howled and grabbed at the top and the two tugged back and forth before Sandy got it off. Brandy tried to clutch her arms together over her chest but Sandy sat on her back, grabbed her arms and forced them up above her head.

Then she squatted over her, her knees coming down on either side of Brandy's head, pinning her helplessly, while she unfastened the bra and slipped it up along her arms and off.

"Ah haaa!" she crowed, triumphantly.

"Fuck whore, bitch, cunt, slut, twat!" Brandy shrieked.

"Stinking, stupid, brainless little fuck head!"

"Fuck you, brain!" Sandy snarled back. "You think you're so fucking good because you never been fucked? You want to fuck so bad you can taste it! You just haven't got the guts!"

There was a full length mirror on the wall next to them. Sandy scuttled around and as Brandy leapt upwards she leapt onto her back, her arms going around her sister's arms and her hands sliding back together behind the girl's head, pinning her in a half nelson, her arms pulled up and her chest pushed out.

They were both on their knees on the floor, grunting and straining and cursing each other. Sandy heaved Brandy to one side so she was facing the mirror.

"Little virgin... ungh, are you?" she panted.

"How... many times... you jerked off... this... week... Brandy?" she gasped.

"Fuck you!" Brandy snarled, struggling furiously.

"Look at this pretty little body," Sandy sneered. She gave a sudden twist and pulled the other girl across her knees as she sat back on her heels. Brandy rolled and tried to get away but Sandy pulled both her hands quickly down and held them together a the small of her back.

Brandy kicked and jerked and thrashed, but she had no leverage to do anything forceful. Sandy had one arm around her waist and the other pinning her wrists together. She freed the one on Brandy's waist briefly and slapped it down hard on the other girl's upturned buttocks.

Brandy yowled and struggled harder.

"Take back me being a slut!" Sandy demanded.

"Slut! Whore! Prostitute!"

Sandy hissed in outrage. "You cunt!" she snarled. "You know I've never fucked anyone but Mark and Peter!"

"How much do you charge them?" Brandy sneered, trying still to wiggle loose. Sandy slapped her ass again, making her cry out in pain.

"Take that back!"

"No!"

Sandy slapped her hand down against Brandy's ass cheeks again and again. The loud CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! rang through the room as she spanked her bare ass with all her power. Brandy yelped and cried out at each blow, thrashing and wriggling as her ass cheeks turned pink, then red.

"Take... it... back!" she panted.

"Noooo!"

Sandy spanked her red ass again and again, until Brandy's cries gave way to low grunts at each impact. She was exhausted from the struggle and her ass was burning hot.

Sandy was still mad though. She continued to spank her sister's ass even as her body struggled less and became limp across her thighs. As Brandy's legs slipped apart she saw her bald little cunt mound appear from between them and almost was tempted to spank it, knowing that would hurt more.

But she did, after all, love her sister, and didn't really want to hurt her. Instead she slid her hand between Brandy's thighs and cupped her cunt firmly, squeezing it in her hand.

"You think... you're so much better... than me, Brandy?" she panted. "I know how... hot this gets," she gasped. "I know... you pump... your fingers... just like me."

She began squeezing, then rubbing Brandy's cunt mound. Her middle finger pressed deep into the cleft as she rubbed her hand up and down Brandy's cunt mound. The bald little pussy was soft and pulpy and felt hot and wet in her grip as she sawed her middle finger up and down the cleft.

"Your pussy... is just as hot... as mine," she gritted, rubbing furiously at Brandy's clitty. Brandy moaned and whimpered, her body trying to pull free again. Sandy held her easily, rubbing her fingers over the pulpy cunt meet and squeezing her clitty.

She stiffened her middle finger then and slowly screwed it down into Brandy's pussy as the other girl jerked and twisted hopelessly.

"You want a cock just like me. You're just as hot as I am. You just don't have the guts to do it." she hissed, biting off each word.

She drove her finger fully into Brandy's cunt and then eased a second inside, then a third, pumping them in and out as she ground her thumb down against Brandy's clitty. Brandy's whole body was hot and glistening with heat, but her insides were warmer still.

"You're wet inside," Sandy sneered, pumping harder as she noticed Brandy's ass wiggling from side to side.

"N... n... noooooo," Brandy sniffled. "Am... not."

"Ha!"

Sandy ran her hand over Brandy's soft, red round ass cheeks, then slid it flat along the crease and right down between her legs and over her pussy, squeezing it, then pushing two fingers back inside. She pumped them steadily, flicking her thumb over the clit, rasping the fingers against it as she pumped.

She pulled her hands out then, letting go of her sister. She pulled a nearby footstool over and heaved Brandy up across it, belly down. Before the dazed girl could respond, Sandy was between her legs, jerking her thighs wide as she pressed her face into Brandy's crotch.

She pried her cunt lips open and pushed hero tongue into Brandy's snatch, slurping on her cunt honey and wriggling her tongue deep into the virgin cunt box.

Brandy gasped and jerked but didn't try to pull away as Sandy's tongue worked up and down her slit. Sandy slid two fingers back inside her hole and pumped them as she sucked Brandy's clitty into her mouth and munched on it.

"Uuuuuuunnnnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhh!" Brandy groaned.

"Yeah," Sandy grinned fiercely, opening her mouth wide as she could and mashing it against Brandy's cunt meat, sucking, chewing, rubbing her lips and teeth against the pink and white flesh, then closing her lips tightly and pushing her mouth hard into Brandy's cunt meat, her tongue pushing out into the girl's hole. Brandy whimpered and shook, her ass wagging from side to side and humping back at Sandy's face.

Sandy munched and suckled at Brandy's cunt patch, her tongue sliding up and down, her lips rubbing from side to side, her teeth nipping, gnawing. She peeled her cunt wide and pressed her lips tight against the fuck hole, then blew as hard as she could, then she sucked as hard as she could.

She cupped Brandy's cunt mound in her hand and squeezed hard, rubbing her hand up and down to twist the fuck meat. She sucked Brandy's clitty into her mouth and then bit down on it with her teeth, grinding them slowly from side to side over the sensitive little cunt button.

And Brandy... went insane.

Her whimpers grew to sobs, then to great heaving gasps and pants and groans, then to cries of pleasure and delight and shock. She ground her ass back against Sandy's face with more and more passion and force, her knees sliding apart on the carpet of their own accord to open her crotch up more.

She bucked back, fucking her cunt back onto Sandy's tongue and mouth. She rubbed her hard swollen breasts back and forth on the footstool, whining in heat as the rough fabric ground against her sharp, pointed little nipples.

Her mouth gaped, her eyes alternately shut tight or blinked wide, wide open. Her breathing was ragged and loud, becoming a hoarse gasping groan at regular intervals.

She came, bucking and bouncing and crying out as her cum tore through her and blasted her senses apart. She shook and trembled and trashed madly, her ass bucking like a horse in a rodeo.

Sandy's hands held tightly to Brandy's thighs as her lips locked vacuum tight against her drooling wet fuck-pad. She sucked and chewed and rubbed her lips as the girl bounced and writhed and then went limp.

She kept licking and sucking as Brandy began to tremble again, the trembling getting rougher and more violent, and she kept licking as Brandy came again, and then again, and then again, gnawing on her clit as she pumped three fingers and her thumb deep into her snatch.

And then finally she relented. Like Brandy, she was soaked with sweat, only hers had dampened her clothes. She peeled them off quickly, then knelt behind Brandy and hugged the shivering girl tightly, kissing her on the neck, and then on the cheek.

She pulled her off the foot stool. She had to pry Brandy's white knuckles off the edge of the stool, and then pull her back onto the rug where she sat leaning on Sandy, limp, wet, exhausted, her hair a bedraggled mess, some plastered to her face and cheeks.

Sandy pushed it aside and kissed her again on the cheek, then on the forehead, hugging her and rocking her as Brandy slowly regained some control over her senses. Then she helped the weary girl to her feet and the two staggered across the room to the bathroom. Sandy ran a hot bubble bath and the two of them sank in side by side, arm in arm.

- - - - -

Mandy was a little surprised and very pleased when she got home and found her sister's not yelling at each other.

Brandy was lying on her bed reading and Sandy was on the couch doing the same. Both seemed to be in good humour, another surprise, and she told them all about her day, leaving out her posing and masturbating session.

Sandy hadn't told Brandy about her and Mandy yet. Brandy was already having a little trouble coping with the two of them and their sudden sexual interlude. She wanted her to get used to that idea before springing the information about herself and Mandy.

So Mandy was puzzled and pleased at how well they got along all that evening. Sandy didn't enlighten her at all until the next morning when she whispered that she wanted to go into the shower with Brandy instead of her. Sandy was delighted, even though it meant she and Sandy wouldn't get to rub pussies. She was happy that Sandy was going to try and include Brandy in their fun and games.

As usual, Brandy went into the shower first. But this morning Sandy got up only a minute after hearing the shower go on and went in after her, winking at Mandy as she went. She opened the door without knocking and then closed it, then padded to the shower door and slowly eased it open.

Brandy was standing in the corner, her eyes closed, her hands in her groin rubbing up and down. Her arms were mashing her breasts together from the side and she was groaning low in her throat as she rubbed her soapy pussy.

Sandy smiled wickedly, then closed the door and moved up right beside her sister. Brandy gasped and opened her eyes as she felt another hand placed over her own. She stared at Sandy, who smiled back.

Then slid her hand beneath Brandy's and rubbed her soapy, bald little cunt, sliding her other hand behind Brandy's head and pulling her forward. They kissed, hesitantly at first, then with white hot passion. Brandy's arms went around her and crushed her to her breast as she mashed her mouth against Sandy.

Sandy was taken aback by the force of her sister's lust. She'd expected to have to persuade her to do anything and had been prepared to be kicked out of the shower. Instead Brandy was all over her. She felt herself pushed back against the opposite wall, Brandy's breasts mashing against hers as she pulled her tight.

They kissed, the kiss hard and desperate, their tongues whipping together, their lips moving and crushing her own, her hands kneading her ass flesh and squeezing her breasts. The water poured down around them as the two wet young teenagers staggered from side to side, stroking, squeezing, kneading, rubbing and fondling each other, grunting and moaning and whimpering in pleasure as they stoked the fires in each other's loins.

To Sandy's surprise, Brandy became the aggressor, ramming her back against the wall so hard she lost her balance and slid down to her knees on the shower floor. Brandy came down with her, twisting so they both went down on their sides.

Brandy gnawed and sucked at her nipple as Sandy gulped and gasped and groaned in pleasure. Brandy was grinding her fingers down hard on Sandy's clitty, rolling and squeezing it as she thrust two fingers into Sandy's cunt tunnel.

Then her lips were crushing Sandy's again, her tongue pushing deep as one hand pumped three fingers into her snatch and ground her clitty down with her thumb, while the other hand mashed and mauled her swollen breasts.

Sandy groaned low in her throat, one of her hands stroking Brandy's ass flesh, the other flat on the floor, pinned beneath her own body. She kissed Brandy and whimpered as her body hummed with sexual electricity like a high tension wire.

And then Mandy was there, kneeling on the floor beside them, pressing her lips against her sister's as the two way kiss turned into a three way. Brandy stared at Sandy in astonishment at first, but very quickly accepted her.

Sandy crawled around and began licking Brandy's cunt as Brandy finger fucked Sandy. Brandy groaned and began to hump back against her as Mandy rubbed her clitty and sucked her cunt flesh.

Then she and Mandy pulled Brandy over onto her back. Mandy knelt between her legs, licking and slurping at her pussy, while Sandy squatted over her face, kneading and stroking her titties. Brandy squeezed her ass and began slurping at her own cunt, sliding her tongue up and down the slit just as Sandy had done to her the other day.

Then Sandy toppled over onto her side. Brandy kept her face pressed to her crotch, licking and sucking as Sandy grabbed Mandy's body and dragged her ass over. All three were soon on their sides, legs wide as they sucked each other.

Sandy licked a shaking Mandy, who sucked a trembling Brandy, who tongued a shuddering Sandy. All three squeezed and rubbed the ass of the girl she was licking, running her hands up her body to fondle her breasts.

They sucked for long, long minutes, first one girl cumming, then another, then another, repeated several times. Only after their tongues and jaws were so sore they could hardly move them did they ease up on their pussy lapping.

Then they soaped each other up, massaging each other's flesh, taking delight in the softness and sleekness and warmth and beauty of each other's bodies. They rubbed their soapy bodies together, kissing and fondling each other as they stood together in the center of the shower stall.

And then finally the came out of the shower stall, dried each other, and went back to their bedroom, where they lay arm in arm, kissing and stroking each other for long minutes while Brandy confessed about what she had been doing in the library with her english teacher.

"That was one of the reasons I was mad at you," she confessed to Sandy, "because it could have been me that got caught and I was practically shaking with the idea."

"But it was worth it, wasn't it?"

"Ohhhhh yeeesssss," she groaned with a smile. Sandy laughed.

"Nobody ever fucked me," Mandy sighed.

"I'll have Mark fuck you if you like," Sandy said.

"Would you?"

"He deserves a reward for keeping his mouth shut."

"I like Mark."

"Just remember who he belongs to. You find your own boyfriend after he pops your cherry." Mandy didn't tell her that she'd already popped her cherry with the... the... vibrator, was what it was called.

- - - - -

Mandy was to come to know the vibrator much better. She went back to pose for Sean that day and right away, what he wanted was not for her to stand up but sit down. He placed the base of the vibrator on the edge of the pedestal and motioned her over.

"Sit down," he said. She stared at the vibrator, then at him. He smiled thinly, then he gripped her pussy in a tight grip as he held her by the upper arm.

She wriggled but he held her too tightly to pull away as he began to squeeze and finger her pussy. He shifted his other hand to her hair, pulling it back, forcing her head back as he rubbed her pussy and forced h is fingers up into her.

She didn't like the way he was treating her now, and didn't understand it, but her cunt liked it a lot and wouldn't let he disobey. Almost as soon as he touched it her cunt began to steam and bubble with heat and soon her legs were all rubbery and she was moaning and whimpering in helpless sexual need.

Then he pushed her back against the pedestal and bent her back, forcing her ass down onto the vibrator. She groaned as she tried to let herself down onto it easily. She groaned as it pushed into her cunt and then her greasy cunt sheath slid down around it.

And then she was sitting flat on the pedestal, her eyes wide, her back straight, her mouth opening as she sat stiffly, the vibrator way up inside her, afraid to breath for the cramps and pains inside her gut from the deep penetration of the plastic tool.

Sean returned to his painting, moving quickly as he watched her. Slowly she began to move, to shiver and tremble, then shudder, her body twitching and jerking. Then she threw back her head and cried out in ecstasy as she came.

Her body began to grind down on the pedestal, to rub back and forth as she began to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples. She forgot about Sean and the painting as she began to hump and bounce her ass up and down on the pedestal, her body convulsing through repeated orgasms as the thing chewed up her insides.

She pulled her feet up onto the pedestal, then squatted there, rising and falling over the vibrator, fucking herself on it like it was a cock, groaning with strain as she forced her body up and down, up and down, her cunt sliding up and down the length of the now greasy fuck tool.

- - - - -

In truth she was miserable about the posing. She felt used and embarrassed and vowed each time not to go back, or when she went back not to submit to his wishes, but always she went back and always he forced her body to submit to her own lust and then let the vibrator to the rest.

Sometimes he would excite her with the vibrator and then take it away, once giving her a banana to fuck herself with instead, and another time giving her a cucumber, long and so thick she could barely fit it into her hot snatch.

He never forced her really. If she had fought him, struck him, not come back, she didn't think he would do anything. But once he got his hand on her naked pussy, once he got ahold of her and started fingering her bald crotch... she was lost.

Never once did he try to fuck her, nor even to kiss her. As she had guessed, he was a homosexual and completely uninterested in her body, except as a subject for his painting.

And finally the painting was finished. He wouldn't let her see it until he had framed it and placed it under a light, then he stood back proudly and let her look. Her eyes bugged out as she stared at it. It was indeed abstract, but not like she'd thought it would be.

It was her, completely realistic, completely visible right down to her bald little snatch. She was... sitting on a big banana, her legs kicking wildly, her back arched, her hands outstretched and a look of indescribable ecstasy on her face as she obviously climaxed.

She was supposed to be outdoors and in the middle of a big field of gigantic yellow bananas, all of them waist high and thicker than her torso. There was a tree on her right and big green cucumbers protruded from it in all directions. One of them was pointing straight at her mouth, only a few inches away, so it looked like she was about to swallow it.

The frame already had a little title plaque, she saw, it said HARLOT"S RIDE. She stared at it, at her ecstatic face, her round breasts and hard nipples, her bared crotch and the banana she was sitting on. She couldn't believe it.

"What the hell is this?" She cried.

He looked disappointed. "You don't like it?"

"You said it would be abstract!"

"It is."

"I mean... I didn't think people would be able to recognize me!!"

"Oh, you thought it would be a bunch of squiggly lines, or something like Picasso? NO, no, this is it."

"But... but... you can't show that to anyone!!"

"It's going to be my entry in the city wide competition for under twenty-ones at the City Gallery next week."

"What? You can't do that. Everyone will see me naked!"

"Really, Mandy," he frowned, "I didn't think you would act so dreary. This is an artistic statement about the wantonness and depravity of woman."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"It's a play on the garden of Eden, can't you see that? See all the snakes?"

She hadn't noticed, but now that she did she saw one sliding out of the banana, like it was an apple, and it was curled up towards her crotch.

"It looks like I'm being fucked by a banana!!"

"This isn't you, Mandy. It's a representation of all of womanhood and their unnatural lusts."

"You filthy, perverted little weasel! You're the one who gave me the banana and the cucumber and the vibrator!"

"So?"

"But... but... but... "

"I didn't force you to do anything, Mandy. I fondled you to climax so I could study your face as you came. You could have stopped me. But don't you see? That's exactly what I'm talking about. You, as a woman, were totally controlled by your genitals. You shed all dignity and pride to masturbate and thus satisfy your female cravings."

She stared at him in stunned amazement. Then she looked at the painting again.

"I want that painting," she glared.

"Forget it. I put in too much work on it to let you hide it away because you're shy."

"I don't want to hide it away. I want to burn it!"

He looked at her, horrified.

"All I can say, Mandy Thompson, is you are no artist," he sniffed, taking his painting and stalking off.

"Oooohhhhh Noooooo!" she groaned, watching him leave.