024 "Boys Are Weird" by Abraxas 2010-02-10
A rod was set - its wire snaked into the water behind the boat.
Katara fumbled with a lure. Sokka helped with the bait. They set that rod and watched it get caught by a current. They worked on another pair of rods.
The boat drifted between islands where white snow bled into black rock.
The sister and brother sat face to face, knee against knee, while they floated through a field of ice.
Sokka pedalled his feet onto the edge of the seat she used. Katara raised her eyebrow against him. He reclined, arms netted behind head. She gazed, pursing her lips and cocking her head.
"Boys are weird," she said.
He replied with a smirk - then let his legs start to embrace her body.
A wire rubbed against the boat. The jagged edge of wood plucked the twine to a lazy, chaotic rhythm. It sounded like an instrument.
Katara watched Sokka. She giggled, her hands pressing against her lips, as she noticed his spurt of growth. He lowered the waist of his pants, his anticipation showing through his face, as he popped out of his cover in front of her eyes.
He smiled as his legs crossed at his ankles - drawing his sister closer and closer. He shut his eyes. Shaking. Arching. As he stroked.
A stream of ice flowed by the boat.
A rod jiggled as it caught a fish.
Katara held her brother's hand by its fingers - its palm was wet and sticky.
"You're the best sister, ever, ever, Katara," Sokka said, panting and gasping, his face reddened, his eyes teared.
She patted his tip with her finger then gave it a peck.
He shivered at that contact and returned the kiss with a taste of salt.
"Put it away before you catch a cold," she teased.
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