After entering the old igloom Katara wrapped her arms around Sokka's neck and holding him in a tight hug. Sokka was so surprised he did not respond right away, but after a moment, he wrapped his arms around her middle. She started to rock him a little, and he closed his eyes, letting her do so. It made him feel safe and reassured, about what they were about to do as he got to his knees.
His eyes closed as Katara swayed her body gently, and he felt her chin rest lightly atop his head. She started to sing in a very quiet voice, a lullaby that their mother used to sing to them, and he gave out a contented murmur, starting to rub her back just a little. This continued for a bit. Neither of them reflected on what had traversed only a short while ago. All they were thinking right now was comfort, and the warm and comfortable feeling that came with it.
Slowly, he moved his head a little and opened his eyes. His gaze met hers, and the two of them stared into eyes that were just like their own. Katara felt her breath hitch in her throat. She was unable to look away, and it was as if Sokka was drawing her in. She did not even notice when he gently cupped her cheeks and tilted his head, bringing his lips in close proximity to hers. He stopped short a mere breath away from her lips, and his fingers trembled just slightly. Katara did not move, and he noticed that she seemed almost hypnotized. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he closed the distance, brushing his lips against hers.
She gasped softly when she felt the contact, but she was petrified. Growing bolder, he deepened the kiss just a bit, pressing his lips against hers more firmly. Her lips were like two soft pillows, neither too wet or dry, and he closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of the kiss. It… felt right to him.
He closed his eyes and deepened the kiss, and she managed to give out a soft whimper. His thumbs caressed her cheeks, and he parted his lips ever so slightly. The tip of his tongue ran along her lower lip shyly, and she started to pull away, realizing what was happening.
One of his strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back to him.
"Sokka!" Katara gave out a quiet cry of alarm.
"Katara." he breathed before lowering his head to kiss the side of her neck. She shook her head and tried to wiggle free, but he kept her close, hugging her with one arm. He had filled out in the last couple of years and was stronger now, but his grip remained gentle.
"Sokka, are you absolutely sure of this…?"
"Nnh… yes. Very…" Sokka replied as he looked into her eyes. She blushed as he did this, and he leaned in, inhaling the crook of her neck.
"You smell so good… and you're so beautiful…" he murmured as he licked the side of her neck. She could not help but shiver as he licked her neck again, more firmly, before he placed a gentle nip at her throat. His strong arms remained coiled around her.
Sokka then lowered his head to suck on her neck and throat. She could not believe it – but she was actually feeling stirrings of arousal between her legs. She was still a virgin, but she had felt arousal a few times before, and was no stranger to the warm and demanding sensation of her sex.
He nipped under her chin, and one of his hands found the bottom of her braid, tugging gently at the cord that held it. He quickly discarded it, and ran his fingers along the thick plait, slowly undoing it. Silken waves broke free, and he moaned softly as he felt them under his hand.
"Sokka…" Katara whispered, starting to shake her head as he nuzzled her neck and inhaled her scent deeply. The hand that had undone her braid moved to her front, resting against one thigh. She was wearing loose blue pants, and a long-sleeved blue shirt in a lighter color, trimmed with a bit of fur at the ends of the sleeves.
She started to wiggle away as she felt his hand travel along her thigh. He kept her close, shaking his head slowly.
"Stop. Before you go too far…"
"I will not hurt you, Katara. I will be very gentle."
"Someone will come in and find us."
" No one comes to this old igloo anymore, if you are still worried use your bending to seal the entrance." Sokka shot back. She hesitated as she looked at him, and he suddenly licked her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin.
"Go on, do it. Make sure no one catches us." he asked softly, picking up her hand and lifting it, wiggling it a little. She found herself actually sealing the door, moving the snow and hardening it into ice.
"Good. See, you don't need to be afraid. I would never hurt you."
"But…" Katara asked, her voice trailing off. His free arm started to stroke her side, reaching up to cup her right breast. He kneaded it lightly, getting a feel of it through the thick fabric that surrounded it. She swallowed and looked at him, and he could see fear and nervousness in her eyes.
"I will not hurt you. I would never hurt you." Sokka promised as he continued to slowly massage her breast. Her nipples became very hard, and she was glad that the thick fabric of her shirt hid this. He placed a kiss on her temple, nuzzling her as he did so. He looked down at her chest, letting go of her breast. Directing her to lift her arms, he slid it over her head and discarded the garment, staring at her undershirt. Despite the firmness of her breast bindings, he could see that her nipples were erect, and held back a smile before undoing the fabric.
Katara knew that she was supposed to fight him off, but he handled her with such reverence that all she could do was sit there as he unwrapped her chest. Her breasts were so soft and round, and his eyes fixed on the chocolate-colored nipples. He had dreamed of suckling from her breasts before, and he was made aware of the stirring in his pants that had already began a while ago. She blushed even more under his intent gaze, and looked away demurely as his hands moved up to cup the mounds.
He treated them gently, as if they would break if he handled them too roughly. He jiggled them ever so carefully, finding satisfaction in the feel of his sister's flesh under his hands. Her nipples came under gentle assault from his thumbs, the pads of his digits rubbing them slowly.
"… Sokka." Katara whispered, shifting around though she still looked away shyly. His heartbeat quickened for a moment as he heard her whisper his name in such an enticing tone despite the fact that she was afraid to look at him. He pinched her nipples carefully, giving them slight tugs and hearing her try to hold back a hiss as she squirmed around again.
He smiled, and rolled the hardened nubs between her fingers, and she grew even more heated. She could not help but wonder, what would being intimate with her brother feel like? She had never considered him in such a manner, but now, knowing his feelings…
Sokka glanced at her blush and the way she moved around. Was she getting as aroused as he? He most certainly hoped so, and shoved the teachings of the elders about incest and taboos away, into a dark part of his mind that he rarely, if ever, delved into.
Letting go of her breasts and placing his hands on the front of her shoulders, he guided her over to her sleeping area and eased her back before he blanketed himself over her. A curious scent met his senses, and he realized that she was aroused. He silently thanked Sedna even though the elders had taught him that Sedna frowned upon this. If this was supposed to be so bad, then why had the spirits not punished him before?
He heard a soft whimper and looked down, seeing his sister was a bit uneasy. Well, this was a compromising position indeed, and he shook his head slowly, silently telling her to not be afraid. His lips met hers again. He wanted to kiss her fiercely, but knew that it was not the appropriate time to do so. A moment later, he saw that his decision was correct, as she seemed to relax, and her lips started to press against his own.
He cupped her cheek with a hand, stroking it as his tongue slowly snaked out. When it started to press between her lips, he found no resistance. Her tongue was shy at first, curling up in the back of her mouth as he caressed it with his own. But she was soon responding to him, stroking his tongue with hers, and he moaned happily. Her body squirmed against his, and he pulled back a bit, letting out a soft breath as they broke contact. Her eyes were half-lidded, curious but shy. Her lips quivered just slightly.
The Water Tribe man sat up, removing his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. The first time she had seen him shirtless, his shoulders and chest were narrow. It had been during their travels. But it had been a while now, going outside in the North Pole with no shirt was very impractical. Her eyes noted the changes. She knew he had grown, it was hard to not notice his broad shoulders under the thick parkas and shirts he wore. But now, seeing his bare torso… his chest was well-defined, as were his arms and shoulders, and she could not help but think of how stunningly handsome he was. He had continued his warrior training here, and it clearly showed.
He sat there for several moments, letting her look at him, and he was relieved to see that her gaze was filled with curiosity and arousal. His hand raised to find his wolf-tail, and he undid the cord. He had stopped shaving the sides, and his hair framed his face rather nicely.
"Sokka…" Katara could not help but breathe out as he shook his head, letting his hair fall down in a loose and rumpled look which only served to make him more appealing. He gave her a warm smile before leaning down.
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