Chapter 1142: "It's not you, it's me" CH.1137@Pat

Chapter 1142: "It's not you, it's me" CH.1137@Pat



For those who couldn't view this chapter in p@treon, its because Incest is not allowed in P@treon and it keeps removing this chapter because of Katherine.

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However, Alan quickly squelched some of Suzanne's enthusiasm. He said, "Why don't the rest of you play a few hands without me? The thing is, the poke-her game is so sexual and my dick is feeling painfully sensitive right now. Not that I'm complaining about the attention, mind you, but the way it gets rubbed so much, I'm surprised this doesn't happen more often. To be honest, I'm actually kind of worried about getting erect again any time soon. So maybe I'll just chill out in the other room for a while."

There were a lot of disappointed faces.

Suzanne, however, recovered quickly. She said, "Okay, that's too bad... but we'll carry on. We did say earlier that we could have a great time even if you weren't here, so that's what we'll do. We'll keep playing and when you're ready, of course you can join us at any time and we'll just deal you in again. Does that sound good to everyone?"

There were nods all around, including from Alan. He got up to go, feeling glum.

Suzanne saw his mood and quickly added, "Wait. Sweetie, I heard you earlier talking about your worries in being able to handle everyone. Don't consider this some kind of strike against your prowess. The fact is, you've absolutely slain Brenda. Look at her, lying there in the middle of the table in her cute little maid uniform. She's soaking in a puddle of her own cum. You've done great. You do realize that, don't you?"

He wore an "awww, shucks, me?" look, but he did realize it.

She added, "But guys need time to recover between orgasms, even you. That's just a fact. It's especially true after particularly strong gushers like the one you just had. So relax and be proud of yourself. Oh, and if you go to the living room, please don't look under any of those tarps, okay? Those are some more surprises under them for you later. Oh, and there's some food waiting for you in the kitchen. I'm sure you must be hungry by now."

Alan thought, IF there's a later, which is a big if, the way my dick is feeling, I might be up for a few more surprises. I gotta at least hang in there long enough for them to unveil whatever's under that tarp.

But he nodded and walked into the kitchen. He hadn't eaten any dinner and discovered he was starving, now that he thought about it. He heated up the macaroni and noodles that had been set out for him, chuckling at the irony of the meal's simplicity compared to the elegant outfits the others had chosen to wear.

He quickly gobbled down the food he'd been left and made his way to the living room. Since the kitchen and dining room were basically one open area separated only by a counter, there was no way to ignore the poker game. Everything about it was too sexy and arousing for him to contemplate. At least in the living room he could turn on the television to drown out the sound of laughter and joviality.

But as soon as he sat down, he was surprised to see Akami come into the room and sit down next to him. "Mind if I join you?" she asked.

He gestured to the open spot on the sofa beside him. "Please do."

Akami said, "Don't worry, I don't plan to arouse you or anything. I've been around men like Dr. Fredrickson - who, by the way, has been a good lover despite his other faults - long enough to know the sexual limits of men and the folly of trying to speed things up too much." "So how is the jerk, anyway?" Alan asked. "Are you going to keep working with him?" With that, Akami launched into an explanation of the fallout since Dr. Fredrickson's recent fall from grace. In short, Akami's plan was to essentially take over the clinic while keeping Dr. Fredrickson on for his credentials in a figurehead role only, and things were proceeding quite successfully. But it had only been two days so far, so the long term outcome was still very much uncertain. However, the doctor seemed to be resigned to his fate and was letting Akami make all the decisions.

Then Akami veered into other topics. She spoke about her hopes and dreams while Alan mostly listened.

As he listened to her, he thought to himself, You know, Akami and I have been through a lot together, sexually speaking. She was my first in a lot of things. But the funny thing is, I've never really gotten to know her very well. This is the first time I've really seen her as a full human being and not just some kind of "sex nurse." And she's pretty cool, although I guess we don't have much in common. I wonder though if we'll get a chance to really become friends, or if she'll just kind of drift out of my life. I can only handle so many relationships at once and it seems she's sort of getting the short end of the stick.

As they continued talking, he could still hear some of the sounds coming from the adjacent dining room. He was too far away to make out what people were saying, but he could tell the general mood over there and clearly the party was going great without him. That was a blow to the notion growing in his head that all the women's lives basically revolved around him.

But he thought, After what just happened with Brenda, my ego ballooned to the size of a small planet. So I guess this is a healthy come down from all that "Supreme Fuck Lord" stuff, even if it's a bit of a bummer. I mean, it's like they don't need me, like, AT ALL. What a drag. You know, I wouldn't be surprised if Suzanne engineered this somehow. I'll bet she was the one who had Akami come in here with me too, and probably told her what topics to avoid and whatnot. It's kind of nice to have someone who's like a secret guiding hand behind the scenes, even if it can rankle at times, too.

About half an hour after Akami and Alan started talking, the telephone rang. Alan didn't think much of it; he assumed that no one would answer and it would go to the message machine. However, a couple of minutes later, he heard Katherine call out, "Hey brother! It's for you." He was puzzled, but figured it must be an important call. He took his leave from Akami and walked into the dining room, because the nearest receiver was next to the counter separating the kitchen from the dining room. As soon as he walked into the room, he was hit by the aroma of hot and bothered pussy. It hung in the air like a fog and made him tingle with desire, but he did his best to ignore it. He took the phone from Katherine while making a "what's going on?" questioning gesture with his eyebrows.

But she just gave him a mischievous look and lingered a few feet away. However, everyone was being quiet so he could handle the phone call.

"Hello?"

Alan had missed most of what Christine had said, but thankfully he caught the tail end and made a guess at a safe reply. "Yeah. Tomorrow would be good." Actually, it would be great. She's talking about serious stuff, trying to help me, and I can't even pay attention. Pathetic. Christine then said, "But we should find a good time, since it's Thanksgiving and all, and we've got a lot to talk about. Maybe we should even meet with some others, you know, get a posse together. What do you think?"

"Uh, maybe. Let me think about it." He saw someone turn a small hourglass timer upside down and then watched as Xania's head disappeared below the table edge into Suzanne's lap. Meanwhile, Amy was dealing out a new round of cards.

He thought, I can't believe it. Here I am, talking on the phone with my old crush while my sister, my

mom, my official girlfriend, and more sit around topless and play with each other's scorchingly hot, sexy bodies. And there's a busty woman in a scandalously revealing maid outfit who says she's my slave lying passed out in the middle of the table after I pounded her full of my cum! What would Christine think if she only knew?!

No wonder I have to protect her purity and keep her from this sordid lifestyle. She needs to

find some kind of virginal Mr. Right, not dip into this cauldron of incest and harem slaves and

God knows what else that I'm living in. I have no idea who that guy could be, but it sure as hell

isn't me.

He said into the phone, "Um, you know what? Let's talk about it tomorrow and plan a time

then, okay? I'm really tired on top of everything else right now and I can hardly stand on my feet. Today's been such an intense day." He didn't actually feel particularly tired at that moment, other than a general weariness that had been dogging him all day, but he felt it couldn't hurt to throw that in to help explain his long pauses.

"Oh. Okay. Shucks, I knew I was calling too late. Sorry about that."

"No, it's not you, it's me. Tomorrow will be better. Let's figure things out then. And thanks

for being so concerned about my problems. You're a great friend." He pushed off everything till tomorrow because he was in no mood to even begin thinking about the football player problem at the moment, or his relationship with Christine, for that matter. And of course the

poke-her party going on in the background ruined any chance for serious decisions to be

made.

As he hung up, he thought, "It's not you, it's me." I can't believe I just said that stupid line. Ugh. I'm

afraid though that she and I are going to have an "It's not you, it's me" kind of relationship all the way around. That's a real downer.

He looked at Katherine and flipped her the bird.

She teasingly replied, "'Fuck you'? Is that an offer I can take you up on right now? Or if you

want me to fuck myself, that can definitely be arranged." She started bouncing happily on her dildo chair to playfully emphasize the point.

The silence imposed for the phone call was broken and several others began to speak up as

well.

But Alan didn't stick around to answer any of them. He hurried back to where Akami was waiting in the living room before he got sucked into watching the results of the next hand. He was relieved to leave the heady pussy aroma in the dining room area to the more low key

smell of sex that pervaded the living room and the rest of the house. He was quite curious to see how the poke-her game would progress, but he figured that it was being recorded and that he could watch the parts he was missing out on now on video later. His overtaxed penis was grateful though that Akami at least was still wearing her bra and panties.