027 "Katara And Sokka Have Two Daddies?" by Abraxas 2010-07-31

Alone - the girl snuggled next to the boy.

Sokka grumbled half in and out of sleep.

"Katara...eh, it's midnight," he protested with a yawn.

But she clasped the edge of the blanket. And she yanked it from his chin to his waist. He tried to recover. She yanked it again. Then she tickled where she felt a patch of rough, curly hair. Then he struggled just to keep that torture away.

"Why aren't you making those muscles at me?" she teased the tan, sleek chest she exposed.

She brushed her tips against his nipples. Swirling. Pinching. Enjoying their strange, rugged flesh.

Sokka tried to say no but Katara kept going on and on.

"We really need to stop," he eked as if afraid to speak too loud.

"Relax." Giggling - knowingly - sister reclined along brother. She watched her own rhythmic massage of his nipples, enjoying the sight and feel of them stiffening beneath her touch. "Don't you have something more for me to play with?"

He gasped, blushing - glowing - red as she brushed her tongue around and around his chest.

"Katara...I've got to get up early - to hunt - to fish - you know." He squirmed and tried to hide the tent between his legs by bunching the blanket there. "You got chores too!"

Damn - Katara was good at games like that! Even though he tried to not want it. His body could not resist the play. And inch by lengthening, hardening inch, his flesh betrayed him!

"Katara - wait..."

He rolled his eyes and shivered from head to toe when she brought that massage below the blanket.

"Katara - no..."

She exposed his penis. She examined its skin, base to tip to base forward and backward. Lovingly soaking up its details. Noting where it was curved. Its pattern of its colorations. Its softness. Its hardness. And then she turned her exploration toward his foreskin, yanking it back and forth.

She cooed those discoveries and commentaries into his ear.

"Well...isn't this part so, so dark...and I never noticed how rough you were there...oh, oh, is it sensitive there, Sokka? I can feel it get so hard when I do that..."

"You play the strangest game with me, Katara... You need to stop..."

"Stop? Don't you mean 'more, please, more'? That's how Hakoda and Batto play it."

"You...watch...them? Oh, god, wait..."

"Batto and Hakoda..."

"Wait..."

But the sudden volumes of wetnesses that exploded out of swollen, hot flesh through his sister's tight, merciless grip. That splattered his stomach, streamed and hit the blanket, the floor. All of it announced that it was too late to fight.

"Katara!" Sokka kissed her lips adding another kind of slobber to her face. "Let's play again? Please! Please! Please!"

"Wow - a third time?" She bent down, until face to face with his waist, where he shrivelled while she looked. She kissed her brother's tip. It was sticky and sensitive enough to illicit a gasp. "You get me so wet when I rape you!"

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