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Coming of Age	By : JakeEupeigh Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Sokka Views: 19108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Coming of Age
Clarification : All characters in this story are of an appropriate age, in relation to the country, or state, of origin of the reader, for sexual contact, and to be considered an Adult. If this is in contradiction to the official canon, this work must then be considered to take place within an Alternate Universe whereby the characters ARE adults.
Chapter 1 : Farewell to Innocence
'AAAHHHHH!!' Sokka screamed out quicly sitting up in his fur lined bed. This was the 4th time in a week Sakka had been wrenched out of sleep by an increasingly reaccuring dream in a cold sweat. As he laid back down he put his hands to his forehead wondering if he was being tortured by the gods. As he lay there a look of determination came over his face. He was going to find out if there was anything to this dream tonight, even if it killed him.
Sokka exited the warmth of his tent, in his arctic village, the blizzard that had started days ago was in a lull. He could not see the stars but the visibility was pretty clear. If he was lucky, he could make it to the Fire Nation ship and back before the storm could return.
As he approached the derelict ship, Sokka could still see the glow of the fires of his village in the far off distance. He felt anxious as he climbed over the rail, his sister and gran gran had warned him many times never to approach the now abandoned Fire Nation vessel, fearing that it would prompt the return of the Fire Nation to finish the job that they had started a hundred years ago.
Although the temperature outside was well below freezing, it somehow felt even colder within the metal walls of the ship. Each corridor he passed seemed to get colder and darker at the same time. Before long he pulled out a small torch , and some stones, from a small knapsack he had brought along. After igniting the torch with the stones Sokka continued further down into the bowels of the ship. It was strange, but somehow Sokka knew where he was headed. After several minutes he had found the door from his dreams. It had several emblems engraved on it, there was something important in this room Sokka thought. He gripped the handle and turned to open the door, and as it opened he peered inside to find something strange. Instead of old abandoned Fire Nation equipment, or stores, he found a bed and furniture It was some kind of stateroom, and it did not have the appearance of neglect like every other corner of the ship. The bedclothes were new and the dust and frosted cobwebs that were everywhere else on the ship was gone. From the looks of this room alone it appeared like the ship was abandoned for no more than a week. Sokka would have been shocked, even alarmed at this, but the appearance of the room was exactly as it had been in his dream. Several chairs, a table, a bed, a dresser and mirror. Then he saw it, in a corner of the room was the cabinet.
He opened the doors and found it empty, but there, on the back near the top of the cabinet, he saw a hook. Sokka then turned the hook to the side, as he had done in his dream, and a door on the back of the cabinet opened. After following the passageway only a few yards he came to a room with several padded chairs and a window. The window peered into the very room he had come from. The mirror on the dresser was not a real mirror, it was a piece of 1-way glass. This must have been part of the Brig Sokka thought to himself, a place where prisoners could be brought to and observed silently, or maybe for some other form of political espionage, this certainly would explain why a room of this type would be in the bowels of the ship. Just then Sokka heard a noise come from the hall next to the room. This was it, this was where his dream always ended abruptly. Sokka's heart began to race as he doused his torch as fast as he could.
Just as his torch went out the door to the room opened with a metal clang. Sokka's jaw dropped as he saw the figure of Katara enter the room, her own torch in hand. Katara, the one who had always warned him never to go to the Fire Nation ship, always veering toward the side of caution, Miss Goody Two Shoes herself. After entering the room Katara went over to the fireplace and began to ignite several logs that must have been left there by the Fire Nation years ago. As she did so Sokka sat down in one of the chairs trying not to make a sound as he did so, he was still confused. He knew his dreams had some meaning, but never would have guessed it would be his sister that he would eventually see walk through that door. As the fire began burning and the room began to warm up Katara removed her coat and approached the dresser and mirror. Sokka began to worry that she may be able to see him, but remembered the fire in the room would make that all but impossible. Katara opened a drawer from the dresser and pulled out what looked like letters. As she started reading them she began removing parts of her clothing.
At this, Sokka began to feel uncomfortable. He could not leave the room, but at the same time he could not stop watching. As her dress dropped to the ground, he saw her, in all the time he had known his sister, which was all his life, he had never seen her as beautiful as she looked right now, firelight flickering off her entirely nude body. He could not help but notice he was becoming more than a little aroused by this display.
As Sokka began to question his own innocence, Katara began looking at herself in the mirror. She began striking several poses that did not help Sokka's situation at all. She then sauntered toward the bed the bed which was directly in view of the mirror. When she reached the bed, instead of crawling inside, or even laying on top of it, she began to straddle the corner between the top and the side of the mattress Sokka stared at this display in confusion, he had never seen, or heard, of this kind of behavior. Katara then began to run the entire length of her body up and down the corner of the mattress with growing vigor in every stroke.
Sokka did not know the exact meaning of these movements but he could see the growing enthusiasm within his sister, and as such he began to become evermore "enthused" himself. He could no longer conceal his growing erection even from himself. Sokka was conflicted, he knew he was becoming more aroused and he knew it was at the thought of his own sister. What was even more disturbing to him, was that he couldn't stop watching.
Katara began gripping the sheets of the bed harder and harder, and began to moan as she stroked, low and guttural moans in the beginning that slowly became higher and higher pitched. Sweat began to build on Katara's back and her pace began to slow. She then fell over on top of the bed and rolled onto her back. She licked one of her hands and placed it on her, now bright red, outer lips, and began to pinch and pull on one of her nipples. The flush on her chest made her look like she had a bad sunburn, but this did not seem to bother her in any way. Even as she began Stroking her smooth, perfect, outer lips in a swirling motion, Kataras eyes betrayed the raw passion she was feeling, and it began to drive Sokka to the brink of madness. He was always told that the love that family members share was completely different than that felt for a lover. But here it was, and it felt almost foolish to deny his own feelings at that moment, in an empty room as he watched his own sister drown herself in pleasure just a few feet away.
It was then that Sokka watched as Katara began inserting, first, her index finger, quickly followed by her middle finger into the depths of her Sex. The more pleasure she seemed to be giving herself, the more crazed and animalistic she began to behave. To Sokka the best way he could describe Katara's actions were depraved, and he had seen enough. Sokka then began losing his own conscience grip on the situation. He barely had the wherewithal to remain quiet while unfastening his gloves and belt, though with Katara in her present state, this hardly seemed necessary as she seemed to be totally self-involved at the moment.
With his belt open and hands inside his pants Sokka began to stroke his member in a desperate attempt to relieve the rising tide within himself. After viewing Katara writhing in her own self orchestrated passion Sokka sought some form of release. He began to stroke himself with an intensity he had never had in the past. His breathing became erratic almost exactly like Katara.
After several minutes Katara's moaning became significantly louder, this, in turn, only drove Sokka closer to the edge. But it was as Katara reached climax that it happened. It wasn't a scream, more like a call to someone else in the room. One word escaped Katara's lips as her eyes glazed over in pure ecstasy "Sokka!". Racked by the intense spasms of a massive orgasm Katara's back sprang off the matress arched into the air even as she was still pounding her hand in and out of her cunt, her hand gathering a combination of sweat and lubrication through wave after crashing wave of pleasure wracked through her spine and abdomen. For Sokka, at hearing Katara say his name as she began to climax, it propelled him past his own point of no return. Sokka stopped stroking and flat out began to pound his dick with his fist trying to propel himself even further into the comforting folds of his inevitable orgasm. As the first wave of his orgasm washed over him, still pounding furiously, his first salvo flew onto the glass, so hard, he wondered whether Katara would hear. Sokka came for what felt like eternity, lost to the world, waves of pleasure slowly, but surely, ebbing with time but still, easily, the greatest orgasm Sokka had ever experienced, as parts of his body were still shaking minutes afterward.
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