Korra lay in her tent fuming over the stupidity of the two 'men' she was traveling with. All day they had fought for her attention and scrambled to see who could impress her the most. Did they not know her any better? Damn, she was sick of it! As Korra finally drifted off to sleep in her warm sleeping bag, the last thought she had was, "Why choose?"
Korra waltzed into the boys' earth tent wearing only a silk, lace blue-and very see through-chemise. As she made her entrance, both of the men's eyes traveled to her and settled there. The cards for the game they were playing slipped to the ground. Korra made a fine effort to do her best sexy strut. The strap that fell down her arm was purely accidental. Yeah right. Their eyes watched her as she propped herself between them. She grabbed Mako's scarf and Bolin's shirt, pulling them close.
"Listen, you've been fighting over me all day." She locked her blue orbs onto each one of them. "I'm here to tell you that isn't necessary. You're brothers, right?" They nodded eagerly. "Well, then, you can share." A look of confusion flew over their faces. Korra huffed impatiently and laid Mako's delicate, yet firm hand on her collarbone, and Bolin's strong, masculine one on her thigh.
"I know you can do better than that," she taunted. The brother's gave each other one last stare and nodded. Finally they set to work. Mako placed his mouth onto Korra's erupting fiery kisses down her neck and shoulder. His hand trailed farther down her collarbone. Meanwhile, Bolin set to work down below. Korra could instantly tell that his hands were very nimble and quick. She moaned softly, which made Mako move more swiftly. It wasn't long before the chemise was just a pile of burnt cloth on the ground. She grabbed his red scarf and nuzzled it to her cheek.
"You're not going to let your brother have all the fun, are you?" He shook his head. Suddenly she was pulled into Bolin's lap. He thrust, while rocking Korra back and forth. She teetered on the edge of no return. Mako was behind her, in her, rubbing his blazing palms to her back and her chest, all the way down to her pelvis. She writhed, convulsed, and yelled. But they were there and they wouldn't let her go. They kissed her in different places, while Korra could do nothing but whimper and beg them not to stop. She learned something that night: brothers will make anything into a contest. They were switching now. Korra straddled Mako's lap as he nipped her lobe. Bolin, looking sullen at her being snatched, instantly joined in. His muscled hands started the fire and Mako's were igniting the blaze. Everything was a blur of motions and colors. Up, down, left, right, behind, front. Red, green, brown, blue. Korra was there, yet she wasn't. She floated in and out of her orgasm, not knowing where it began or where it ended. She lay in the floor, the two brothers propped on either side of her. Her muscles felt like pure jelly. They massaged her tenderly.
"Did we satisfy you?" Mako asked. She let out only a soft mmhmm to show her appreciation.
"Now who is it going to be, Korra?" They asked in unison.
"What? I thought we established that there would be no choosing."
"You have to pick."
"Yeah, Korra."
"Korra, Korra, Korra, Korra…"
"Korra! Wake up, already!" She flew out of her sleeping bag with the harsh revelation of being back in reality. Bolin was calling her for breakfast. She stepped outside and instantly noticed the tension in the air. Bolin kept sneaking dirty looks at Mako, while he returned them with great fervor.
"Guys," Both gold and green eyes met Korra.
She smiled to herself. "I have an idea."