6TAD Chapter 1140: Fucking Akami (Patreon)

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Luckily for Suzanne, just a few moments later the lights went out and  more music came on. This time it was 'Foxy Lady' by Jimi Hendrix.

There was just enough light for Alan to see the tarp being  pulled down, but he couldn't see what was revealed underneath. Then  someone flipped another switch and a spotlight shone in the middle of  the room.

The bright light revealed a gleaming, polished brass dancer's  pole stretching from floor to ceiling. An eight foot circle of carpet  around the pole had been ripped out, revealing the hardwood flooring  underneath.

Alan couldn't help but laugh. It was a laugh of both surprise and pleasure. But even more than that, he was incredulous. This  is just craziness! Between the giant bed and this freakin' pole, my  very own living room is turning into a den of iniquity! This is where we  open up Christmas presents every year, for crying out loud! What if  some stranger comes into the house? How are we going to hide this pole?!

But his thoughts were interrupted by Suzanne using her "take  charge" voice just as Jimi Hendrix finished a verse of his song with the  words, "You've got to be all mine, all mine, ooh, foxy lady." Suzanne's  heart was still pounding with fear that her most important scheme could  be discovered, but she calmly said, "Speaking of foxy ladies, the  Plummer family is proud to present our very own foxy lady, the minx  lynx, the feline Fraulein of feral fellatio, Katherine the Kat!"

Katherine stepped into the spotlight around the pole. She was  dressed in a frilled tube top and red skirt, which seemed strangely  ordinary at first, especially compared to the fancy dress she'd been  wearing earlier. Remarkably, she still wore her high heels.

But then she started to dance.

This was no ordinary dance, it was a bump and grind so sexy  that even the most experienced professional striptease artiste would  have been impressed. She was so physical that it quickly became obvious  she chose these clothes to strip out of mainly so it wouldn't interfere  with her athletic acrobatics.

Alan had no idea what a good dancer his sister was, and he  was just beginning to learn. Up until now, he'd only seen her do  cheerleading routines, and while she was very lithe and agile at it,  those routines had no room for creativity since they were all about  being in unison with others.

Her pole dancing was in a completely different league from  her sexy but formulaic cheerleader routines. She repeatedly humped her  hips and ground her crotch into the pole with an unmistakable lust in  her eyes.

Occasionally, she would pause her gyrations long enough to  lovingly titfuck, lick, and kiss her way up and down the gleaming brass  pole, as if it were a floor-to-ceiling dildo substitute for the  brotherly cock that was getting a very good workout of its own just a  few feet away. But seeing him laying his pipe deep into Akami turned  Katherine on even more and inspired her to dance with a true passion. To  be honest, she was just as surprised as everyone else at how well her  body was moving because she'd rarely ever let herself dance freely  before, and when she had, she hadn't been nearly as inspired as she was  now. But she knew she was good, and the more her self-confidence surged  within her, the more risks she took and the better she danced.

Everyone just stared in awe as she humped the pole like she  was experiencing the greatest fuck of her life. In her mind, the pole  WAS Alan's cock, and she was loving it accordingly. She felt like she  had to get her naked crotch on it, and fast, or she would die. So she  didn't take her clothes off in the traditional stripteasing manner, but  more furiously yanked them off so her exposed pussy lips could rub  against the cold pole right away. Her impatient passion showed through  and made her stripping actually much more arousing than if she'd gone  the usual slow route.

Alan, naturally, channeled his inspiration into plowing Akami  harder and deeper. All the while, he didn't take his eyes off of his  dancing sister for a second.

Katherine had worn underwear under her T-shirt and shorts in  hopes of prolonging the striptease. She did grind a little while with  just her bra and panties on, but her desire to get totally naked was  overwhelming. Many professional stripteases end around the time the  dancer loses the last of her clothes, but as Katherine threw her panties  over her shoulder, she knew she was just getting warmed up. She started  to grind her clit against the pole in sync with Alan's prick sliding in  and out of Akami's hot box.

Katherine climaxed hard against the increasingly wet and  slippery pole, and for a minute or so she could do little more than grip  the pole tightly and rhythmically slide a few inches up and down it.  But Alan was still fucking with a steady pace and that inspired  Katherine into a new burst of energy.

Then she removed her hair band. It was as if the sensuality  of her entire body multiplied as her liberated hair floated and flowed  around her like a dark and sensuous cloud, caressing her face and  shoulders as she moved, both revealing and concealing her as she danced.

Alan's mouth hung open as he watched his sister swing, sway,  and writhe around the pole. It was like she was making love to it in  perfect time to the music. He could hardly believe how erotic his  sister's movements were. He was equally shocked that she could be so  athletic and agile while still wearing her heels. His PC muscle was  getting a serious workout as he struggled to keep watching while somehow  managing to hold off cumming into Akami.

It occurred to him, It's so right that my beautiful sister  is nicknamed Kat because she moves with a subtle feline grace. Yet it's  like she's the wildest of wild animals, too! She seems so hungry;  sexually hungry! It's almost like she's in heat or something. That's it -  she's in heat! How perfect! My uppity number one fuck toy of a sister  is a Kat and she's in heat!

Katherine finally kicked her high heels off. She'd been  mostly standing in place while the rest of her body moved in every  direction, but with her feet bare she began to get even more physical  and outrageous. Soon she was flying and spinning around the pole in a  celebration of her raw and unbridled sexuality.

Alan hardly even noticed that Akami was busy riding the pole  in his lap, despite the fact she was expertly grinding her hips in all  directions while going up and down. He knew he was plunging in and out  of a wonderfully tight hole, but his thoughts didn't go much beyond  that. Still, while his conscious mind was elsewhere, the pleasure Akami  was bringing him was definitely being felt all throughout his body.

Meanwhile, he kept thinking how much fun it would be when  he'd get a chance to honestly tell Kat what a great dancer she was and  see her eyes light up with joy. He thought, She's always knocking  herself for being too "vanilla," but damn if this isn't something where  she blows everyone else out of the water! At least, I hope she's the  best. If anyone else here dances better than this, I don't think my  heart will be able to take it! I can't believe we've been such a  physical family yet somehow we managed to never do any dirty dancing at  all. That's going to change in a big way from now on, that's for sure!

He was so transfixed by his sister's dancing that he  completely missed it when Suzanne walked up to Kim, who was still  fondling Brenda's breasts and seemed content to do so for hours while  completely ignoring Katherine's dancing. He failed to notice a lot of  whispering between Suzanne and Kim, Brenda, and Amy, which was followed  by Amy leading Kim and Brenda out of the room and down to the basement.

He was surprised a few minutes later when Suzanne and Xania  snuck up behind him in the darkness. He didn't pay any particular  attention when the two of them grabbed both of his wrists and locked  them in a pair of plastic handcuffs behind his back. True, he was aware  of their hands touching him and moving his arms around, but he'd grown  accustomed to stray hands on him in recent days so he just assumed  someone else was getting frisky with him.

But only a few moments later, he wanted to put his hands on  Akami to guide her thrusting hips and found out that he couldn't due to  the restraining handcuffs. He paused, disbelieving his own senses, then  complained, "Okay. Funny joke. What's the big idea?"

Suzanne laughed merrily in the darkness beside him. She was  one of the few close enough to hear his complaint over the music. She  cooed in his ear triumphantly, "Remember when you promised me that you'd  allow me to turn the tables on you? You know, where I get to be  dominant for a little while and you get to play the submissive? Well,  that time is now."

Alan gulped. "Uh-oh."