Our Game, Our Love 9 - Sex Stories

Our Game, Our Love 9

... "Okay, too much." "That is actually kinda cool. Because it's like when you put food coloring in water, it just like darkens and like...... Yeah." Aly said. "I'm the Queen Bee of nagging. Who wants to be nagged?" Kaylen announced. No one said anything. "Hey guys. Guys. Guess what. Aly. Nick. Devon. Caleb. Steve. Greg. Hey, guess what. I gotta tell you something. You! Guys. Guys. Kaylen's talking. You see her? Yeah? She's talking to you. N-I-C-K. A-L-Y-S-E. Hey guys...... Guess what? Bish. Bish. Bitches. Bro. Aye. Dafuq? Je te parle. Guys. im parler ! Qui. Vous m'entendez bien? Afin de répondre, bish. Hah, dat French doe. Okay. Guys. Hey. Look. I'm a fish. Lol, fish face. Do you want me to sing? I will sing. You know I will. Who's ready for my singing? 1... 2... 3! Ah--" "Kaylen!" Aly exclaimed. Kaylen threw her head back and began laughing, putting her head on Aly's shoulder. She laughed until she was crying, and seeing everyone staring at her made her laugh again. "Ahhhhhhh! I.... Can't...... Ah! Haha! Ow, my stomach. Ugh..." Kaylen laughed. The expression on her face showed she was happy and hurting. Aly hit her back once, making her stop. "Oh boy..... Ugh. Aha..... Ah." Kaylen moaned. She put her head on the table and stayed like that for a while, with the others watching her intently. "Are you okay now?" Caleb asked. "I'm much better. Ugh. Imagine what I'm like drunk. 'Watch out! Here comes Kaylen! And she's in Brie Mode! Rahhh!'" Kaylen laid her head on Devon's ...

... shoulder, receiving his body warmth. The bell rung and they all split up to their separate classes. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Devon opened the back door, to be met with Taylor and Ben's glances. "Hi, my dysfunctional siblings." Devon mumbled. "Ew. You smell like..... Boy." Taylor groaned. "Thank you. You should hug me, boy smells nice. Give me a hug." Devon dropped his bag and chased Taylor around the kitchen. "I am so not about to hug you Devon! You smell like boy!!!" Taylor was being swept off the ground, wrapped in Devon's large arms. "You smell like boy! Get off me! Eww!" Devon let Taylor go and walked back to the island, hearing Zoey run downstairs. "Hello, ugly." Zoey announced. "Taylor! She's talking to you." Devon said. "Shut up. Zoey, who were you talking to?" Ben asked. "All of you. You're just so ugly, that I might cry." Zoey pretended to wipe a tear from her eye. "Zoey, don't talk about yourself. It's bad for your self-esteem. That's not healthy." Devon laughed. "Haha. Aren't you just the jokester?" Taylor replied drily. "I know. Zo, aren't you going to Lindsay's?" Devon asked. "Yeah. Mom said it was cool. You gotta drive me." " Like Hell I am. I'm not taking you." "Mom said you have to. Unless Lindsay could come get me... And she can't. So let's get moving, big brother!" Zoey cheered. "Ugh... Ben? Since I'm obviously the Sanders taxi. Aren't you going with Trevor?" "He's ...