Water, Fan & Sword

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This story will contain spoilers from the ATLA 'The Promise' and 'The Search' comic series

Chapter X - Katara & Sokka Again

Suki watched them in the tent, as close together now as they had been then in camp. Katara was still in something of a daze from the attention Suki had just given her body, her brother, on the other hand, was a figure of alertness. The brunette had began resting on her knees, but her legs splayed slightly and her butt had fallen between her ankles and onto the sheets. She hung limply, suspended by the hands of her brother, holding her cheeks. Sokka leaned down to Katara, she hungrily accepted his mouth when it pressed against hers. There was no finesse to their kiss, only passion that manifested in brushing lips and gliding tongues. Suki sat herself down to their side and got comfy. Scanning her boyfriend, she saw that he had grown solid, his length pulsing with need. Katara raised a hand to her brother's side, feeling his bare skin beneath her touch, savoring the feel of his body, needing so much more of it.

The tribesman dropped to his knees before his sister. On the same level, they looked deeply again to each other, face to face. Suki could have sworn the siblings were near reflections of each other, the same skin, the same eyes, the same breath. Sokka dipped his head and advanced towards Katara, filling his senses with her, kissing her neck, tasting her, smelling her, feeling her. She threw her arms around him and cradled his head to the crook of her neck. The heat of that familiar breath on her body made sparks ignite deep within, she hated it when they fell out but Sokka more than knew how to get back on her good side. His hands went to her flanks, tracing her outline, he felt the swell of her hips beneath his fingertips and the softness of her midriff. Thumbs coming to brush the underside of her breasts, Katara shivered.

Sokka's mind swam with the sensations of his sister, there was something soothing about her that doused the instincts to reach his limits, that raw feistiness that Suki brought out in him wasn't there with Katara. When he was with her, he was all things affectionate and sweet but Katara's urges had been awoken, she wanted that intensity. Just a taste, just this once.

He moved, his lips glancing against her collarbone, leaving just the faintest trail of where they had been on her skin. A hand planted itself against Katara's belly and Sokka pushed her back gently. The waterbender shifted firmly onto her backside, taking one hand from off of her brother and placing it behind her to lean back on, her legs came up with her knees risen in front of her and her feet squarely on the bedding. Sokka edged towards the waterbender as she angled backwards, Katara's breathing became heavier as she felt his mouth move downwards. He had one hand balled into the sheets at her side and the other holding her at the hip, the salt of her skin and and the sound of her stuttering gasps drove him southwards. He found the centre of Katara's chest, kissing her there and hearing her gasp. His eyes were closed as he swayed to his right, slowly hovering along her breast, peppering it with light pecks, drifting ever closer to its summit.

His open mouth hung just over the firm peak. Katara felt the vapors of his breath, warm with excitement, swirling aorund her nipple. Sokka made the first real contact with his tongue, passing his lips and landing it on the underside of the pinkish flesh which surrounded her zenith. Katara sighed when it pressed into her skin, drawing upwards with agonizing slowness, her nipple dragged along with the labored lick before flicking down and being caught on his bottom lip.

With the broadest of grins on her face, Suki watched on from the sidelines. She still felt so lucky to see them this intimately. Ever since Sokka had revealed the measure of his relationship with Katara, there was a guilty part of Suki which desperately wanted to be a part of their sin, she could never have dreamt that her desires would be realized so soon or so vividly.

Bed sheets clenched between her fingers, the brunette closed her eyes and hummed to the rhythm of Sokka lapping at her breast. Her thigh muscles tightened when the tip of his tongue flicked the end of the sensitive bud. Between her legs, Katara felt that burning need twinge and bubble, she was feeling starved and hollow, an urge to be fulfilled.

When Sokka kissed her summit, Katara's head rolled back. His lips enveloped the nub, the wet heat of his mouth was near stifling. She felt something else, the hand on her hip coursing upwards, his palm catching along her sticky skin. Her brother's fingertips danced across the surface of her right breast and took the mound in his grasp as he rolled it. Katara's tit was tender and soft, more so than Suki's, he could press it against her body and ooze the flesh between his fingers. He toyed with her right breast while he ran circles around her left nipple with his tongue, feeling his sister's chest heave beneath his servicing.

To hear Katara's moans when he began to suckle at her teat like a child made Suki flare. The southern girl was so sensitive that Sokka barely had to try in order to draw a heady noise from her. The influence he exerted over the waterbender's body burned Suki up, the evidence of her own messing around with Katara was still fresh on her knee but what turned her on the most wasn't the volume of the moans she was hearing, it was the thought of how much louder they might be when Sokka didn't hold back.

The waterbender felt her brother's teeth graze her skin as he began to sink downwards. The air left Katara's lungs completely when motioned south, both of them knowing precisely what was to come next but Sokka taking his sweet time getting there. He worshiped her belly, kissing it, licking it, taking the brown skin between his lips and teeth. Inside, her body screamed for her brother to hurry up but the sounds she was making told a very different story.

Sokka eyes peeked open when he felt his sister's thighs against his cheeks. He was met with the blushing slit of her sex, glistening with arousal, begging for him. He peered upwards, over her middle, that rose and fell with anticipation, her bosom, still half wet from his affections and towards her face, staring down at him, urging him to satisfy her. Sokka returned her pleas with a smirk and just hovered above her entrance. Impatient, Katara took a hand from behind her and brought it around to the back of the tribesman's head, tugging on him, pulling him closer. He pursed his lips and blow on her, she groaned, only feeling the threat of him against her body, his teasing was becoming unbearable and the thought of bloodbending him crossed her mind, if only there was a full moon.

Just when the brunette felt like yanking his face into her, he motioned forward. Lips met lips and Katara's breath faltered. Sokka shifted his knees back and straightened out, he wrapped an arm under her thigh and went from hunching over to lying, more or less, between his sister's legs, leaving some breathing space for the delicate extension on his underside. He kissed her again, this time just left of center. The tribesman made a series of light pecks down along that side of her opening and when he reached the bottom of her slit, back up along the other. Sometimes sucking at her skin, somtimes just glancing her with his lips, sometimes dabbing at her wetness with his tongue, there was no pattern to his touches but each sensation was rich and intense and each made Katara moan in surprise as much as in pleasure.

Suki saw Katara's toes curl as Sokka began to bury his head between her legs. The Kyoshi Warrior felt just a pang of jealousy that it wasn't her in the waterbender's position, there were few things in the world Suki enjoyed more than Sokka going down on her. The tip of his tongue met the base of Katara's womanhood, nudging its way passed her outermost folds before flicking upwards along her crease. Her heavy scent had filled Sokka's senses as now did her taste, there was something in that nectar which her excited body gave off that drove Sokka mad, a stimulus to lap at her for more that he was happy to oblige. Her petals parted each time for his thirsty tongue, which drew along her from bottom to top, each lick sending a shiver to Katara's toes and a moan to her mouth.

When he reached her apex, Katara almost did the same. Her brother brought his fingers between his face and her body and spread her center, the hood receded and Katara's bead was brought into the open. There was electricity under the skin when his lips brushed her there. His fingertips coursed up and down her wet crease, coating themselves in the slick as his tongue gently edged its way around delicate bud. Unlike the the rest of her womanhood, Sokka avoiding the dead center of her crown wasn't teasing, it was expertise. Katara's moans grew louder and longer, that buzzing deep within her fueled by the spiraling sensations of her brother's tongue.

Then, he took her whole and open mouthed, covering every aspect of her intimacy with his lips. The steam of Sokka's breathing on her, near into her, only caused her own breath to capitulate. Empty lungs begged for air and Katara gave a failed screech when his tongue made its entrance. The tribesman slithered his way deeper, that dextruous undulation provoking her sex in ways it wasn't build to withstand. His lips pampered her opening like it was another mouth, caressing the her clit in gentle waves. Each lap of his tongue was like the blast of a bellows inside of her, fueling that greedy heat that threatened to consume her. Katara cried his name on stammering breaths.

Her finger's laced into the hair on her brother's head. She clutched at him, maybe even nipping some skin but she couldn't tell. Katara tugged on him, grinding the strands between her fingers in rhythm with her moaning. Sokka swirled his tongue. His sister screamed and yanked on his hair. He scrunched his eyes and groaned into her as she pulled his wolftail out. The tribesman's hair fell to frame his sides, sweeping against the inside of Katara's thighs, it would have tickled a lot more were her senses not being diverted more centrally.

These were the noises that Suki had been waiting for. Katara's hurried panting came in short, rapid bursts, building towards crescendoes in the form of a high pitched scream or a failed attempt to say her brother's name. The waterbender's body ached for more, her hips writhed beneath Sokka's assault and pressed up into his face. The tribesman felt her walls tighten around his tongue as he made an attempt to delve deeper, her flushed thighs pressed against his cheeks and her fingers pulled on his hair. Sokka knew she was reaching her climax and angled his tongue to the roof of her channel in hope that he's push Katara way over the edge.

Katara abandoned all attempts at sentient communication, the only sounds she made were loud groans and quivering whimpers. From where Suki was knelt, the brunette sure seemed to be in her happy place. The Kyoshi Warrior focused her energies on recollecting the sensation of Sokka's tongue inside her body and though her memory was good, she felt a more visual demonstration might help. Seeing Sokka bury his face into Katara stirred the redhead's need immensely but her sight line to the main event was blocked by the lucky recipient's leg and, though Suki was already very close to the loving couple, she was sure they wouldn't mind her coming just a little nearer. Shuffling over to the pair, Suki lay her body along side her boyfriend's. She peered over his shoulder, his attention held undivided as he ate his sister's opening, when she kissed his neck, she could feel the muscles there pushing and pulling as he licked his way in and out of Katara. The brunette's center ran wet with a mixture of moistures, her voice rang in the incomprehensible language of ecstasy and Suki made up her mind that she was absolutely going to be next, no matter how worn out Sokka's mouth would be. Suki was going to have her fill, or more accurately, he was.

The Kyoshi Warrior got up off of her boyfriend and made her way to the tent's exit, the stream was only on the other side of the camp and it would be rude not to freshen up a little first before asking him to take another plunge, she reckoned Sokka might show a little more enthusiasm if he didn't have to taste himself down there. There was a little of disappointment in Suki that she'd miss seeing Katara hit the high notes but she was sure she'd be able to hear them from the water.

Sokka brought a hand up to his sister's thumping chest and pushed on her. At first, she resisted, she was perfectly satisfied with her current position and her body urged her not to move for fear that any abrupt change might upset that blissful momentum her brother's tongue was building deep inside. She felt her depths plundered further and his teeth graze lightly just above her delicate nub. Katara's defiance crumbled around the determined thrusting of Sokka's tongue and she found herself being guided onto her back by his arm.

Sokka linked his arms atop Katara's now flat stomach, wrapping them around both her thighs, it gave him a firm purchase on her body with which to gain better access to her hungry sex. Lying on her back, Katara was spread even wider for her brother and his tongue took her to the precipice of her limits as it burrowed further within her. Her back arched, or at least it tried to, Sokka's firm grip on her stomach pushed her back to earth as her body tried to rise. His arms tightened around her, locking everything from below her chest and down to her thighs in place. Every writhe and budge was supressed by his hold as he lavished her burning center with his mouth. Her pleasure was seeking alternate outlets, Katara's moans became ever louder, near screams, her fingers almost tore the bedding to shreds and her legs began to kick up in the air. It wasn't enough, the rising pressure was amplified by her brother holding her body so tightly. Like a covered pot being brought to boil, without any suitable vent to escape from, the heat inside of Katara seemed to rise exponentially.

Caught in the sensations between the struggle of her body and his, Katara came and came hard. Her vision went cloudy with the steam from that overboiling pot. Each sizzling wave washed over her skin, spreading out from where Sokka's mouth touched her body. She could barely hear herself call out his name, as all her other senses seemed to dull in the all encompassing glow of her orgasm. When she came to, her thirsty lungs were gasping for air and her pumping blood thundered around her ears. Katara peeked down her body to find her brother staring at her with a look full of amazement, if not just a little bit of worry. Maybe she had been a little exuberant in her climax but she had no way of knowing, nor did she care. Besides, if he was worried, it was all his fault anyway.

Suki's face bore a huge grin as she cleaned her naked body in the cool, night's stream. Katara's screams rang clearly over the ambient sounds of rustling leaves and running water. The redhead beamed at the thought of being next, her anticipation becoming more and more difficult to keep under control.

To be continued...

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