Just the Six of Us Ch.2 - Sex Stories

Just the Six of Us Ch.2

... date and don't have to try and hide porn in my room," she said, her voice rising to a yell." Mike turned red. "Try not to fuck anyone on the way to the party," he yelled at her. Beth and Em couldn't contain themselves any longer and burst out laughing, Sarah though, had her hands crossed and was giving both Danni and Mike that knock it off look. "Why don't you go jerk off, you little shit," Danni yelled loudly. Emma sprayed her smoothie out of her mouth in laughter after hearing her and started to cough wildly. Mike was deep crimson, but knew better than to push his luck and turned to go upstairs. Beth was cackling loudly and even Sarah couldn't help as she cracked a smile and began giggling, though she kept saying "Stop laughing, it's not funny!" Danni, however, knew when she had him on the ropes. "Maybe if you go with me tonight you can get a little bit of play, see if there are any guys that like you," she yelled at his quickly diminishing form. After she stopped laughing at Emma, Sarah turned and admonished her s****r. "When will you stop being so damned mean to him? Jesus Danni. Sometimes you go too far." Beth was still laughing, clutching her sides as they began to ache. She always laughed a long time and it didn't look like it was stopping any time soon. She could barely breathe she was laughing so hard. Emma had finally stopped choking on smoothie but she wasn't even close to being finished laughing. Beth had a very infectious laugh and before long all three of her ...

... s****rs were rolling along with her. Beth had her head down on the table and her shoulders were rolling with sobs of laughter. Raising her head to inhale deeply, she accidently snorted, drawing more laughter from her three s****rs than before. "It wasn't that funny," Sarah said, finally, able to regain her normal mask of composure after several minutes had passed. Mike trudged upstairs to get some work clothes on. "Bitch," the voice said again. Mike didn't reprimand it this time since it was right. She was a bitch. A fucking bitch in fact. Well, fuck her. Wait, no. Wrong insult. He sighed, pulling an old shirt over his head, as images of her boobs jiggling while bouncing on the diving board filled his head. How did she always know how to push his buttons so well? Practice maybe. They were always going at each other like that; Mike winning some, Danni winning more. He always managed to get in a few good hits though, before she threw the inevitable knockout blow. Unfortunately she'd gotten used to the insult 'Hoover', and it wasn't winning any fights for him anymore. He'd have to come up of something else. He went downstairs and avoided looking into the kitchen. The laughter had died down but he wasn't going to take any chances of starting another volley. All four of them were in there yapping at each other. Why the fuck were they so damn talkative. Mike could spend a week in the house and not say a word. Not his damn s****rs though. Yap yap yap blah blah blah fucking blah. Plus, ...