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Arctic Heat	By : JakeEupeigh Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 22090 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Arctic Heat
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.
"Hurry Sokka, the storm's almost on us." Katara said as she and Aang struggled to finish tying down a tarp over Appa. Sokka turned and looked toward the western sky to see the churning dark clouds. He then turned back to Katara and said "The winds have picked up, we're in for a rough night.". Katara responded "All the more reason to get that tent up, so hop to it.". "Can't you just bend us up a nice cozy igloo? We are near the north pole you know ... loads of ice and water around here" Sokka said folding his arms and looking over his shoulder. "That would take WAY too long!" Katara fired back, "You do remember why we're up here don't you, Aang and I need to find a Waterbending Master, all we know right now are the basic principles. So unless you want to go chop some ice while Aang and I put up the tent for you, I suggest you get moving!" "Yeesh, ok ... fine" Sokka said returning to pounding tent anchors into the dense frozen ice "Without that tarp though, the wind is gonna whip right through the tent." To which Aang replied, "That's why we have to use it to cover Aapa, he's built to take a the cold from high altitudes, but he can't take arctic storms". "I know", Sokka replied "Just saying."
After several minutes of desperate work, the tent was up, and just in time. The wind started gusting wildling, throwing snow, ice and other debris in large torrents of air. As Sokka, Aang, Katara and Momo watched from the inside of the newly erected tent, the fabric whipping back and forth. "Well, we'd better settle in to our sleeping bags." Sokka said, pulling out a large platypus bear pelt. "Hopefully the storm will be over by morning." he said as he got in and wrapped himself up in it. A few hours later the winds changed from gusts to a steady gale of chilled arctic air.
As time passed, the sounds of chattering teeth and rubbing hands got louder. "It's too cold" Katara said trying to blow warm air into her cupped hands while curling into a ball under her animal skins, "Unless this storm ends soon, we're going to freeze in our bags." Katara then looked over at her brother and said "We've got to make an 'Umballa'". Sokka's face, once red with windburn, went a pale pink as his eyes widened in what appeared to be shock. "What's an 'Umballa'" Aang said, perplexed at Sokka's apparent reaction. "It means we need to gather together and share our warmth under our combined pelts" Katara said looking back at Aang. Aang shrugged and said, "Sounds like a pretty good idea to me, actually" Sokka then too looked over at Aang and said in a low serious tone, "And by 'share our warmth' she means we're all naked". Surprised, Aang looked at Katara and said "Why do we have to take our clothes off? Wouldn't it be better keeping them on?" "No" Katara replied, "If we keep them on it will insulate us from each other, it's like wearing mittens instead of gloves, our fingers share their warmth. A look of understanding and apprehension then overtook Aang's normally calm face, "oh ..." he replied. "I know it sounds uncomfortable, but if we don't we'll freeze, do any of you have a better idea?" Katara said looking at both Aang and Sokka for any hint of a better solution. Both Sokka and Aang looked at each other, paused, then Katara, and finally the floor. "Not really" they both replied in unison.
"Ok then" Katara said resolutely, "lets get warm". Both Aang and Sokka rolled over to Katara and threw their furs over the group. "With 3 of us there isn't a lot of room", Aang said trying to keep some distance between himself and Katara. "I know" Katara replied, "that's why we have to be packed in as close together as possible, otherwise the warmth will be lost. Now strip down." Sheepishly Aang and Sokka begin moving under the furs removing their overcoats, clothing, and undergarments. After a minute or two Aang and Sokka lay on their backs, hands covering themselves and a sheepish look on their faces. Katara too, stripped off her outer and under garments and looked at both Aang and Sokka. "Pff ... men" she said to herself. "What's with you two, we either cuddle up together for warmth here or we die, so start cuddling." Katara said raising her voice and beginning to sound annoyed.
With that, Aang and Sokka crept toward Katara with their backs to her. With a look of quiet desperation trying to stay calm Katara, almost shouting, said "Will you two quit it, this is about survival, we need to share our core body heat, that doesn't mean laying here back to back. Whatever issues you two are having with each other, get over it start hugging me." After a few seconds both Aang and Sokka turned around, closing their eyes, and with a sigh, they began to hug Katara.
In a flash, Katara looked straight up with a look of surprise over her face. She had thought her two companions were being shy in the face of one another, but when she felt two large erections, one on each leg, it dawned on her that they were afraid she would discover their true feelings for her. "I never knew" Katara said quietly as if to herself. "How long have you two felt this way?" she asked, still staring at the ceiling of their tent, whipping in the wind. "Since I can remember", Sokka replied in a soft low tone looking down at toward his feet, unable to look his own sister, feeling ashamed. "You were the first thing I saw in a hundred years after coming out of that iceberg, and that image has haunted from that day on." Aang said in a similar tone and manner. Katara's face went bright red, she was embarrassed and uneasy but for some reason not shocked. For years, now, it had been only Sokka and her in the village, all the men were gone, and gran-gran was the only other adult. She had always felt an attraction to him, as a man, as well as a brother. Aang too had had an intimate affect on her, he was the Avatar, destined to become the most powerful bender in the world, this alone would make quite an impression on any young woman, but he was also kind, compassionate, and sweet.
With this new information Katara too began feeling something. Strange at first, it felt almost like hunger, but started to build. It was warm, and getting warmer. Her breathing started to become erratic, like she couldn't control it. She began to panic, thinking it was the cold about to consume her, but it was something else. "I ... can't ... breathe" she gasped. Both Aang and Sokka's faces shot up, with concern now replacing their previous shameful expressions. "What's wrong?" Sokka asked quickly looking for any way to help his sister. "It's gotta be the cold" Sokka finally said to Aang, "quick, share as much body heat as you can". Sokka and Aang both grasped Katara around the midsection covering as much of her body as they could with their own.
For Katara, this only made things worse. It was not the cold that was triggering her sudden respiratory attack, but the sudden realization that she shared her companion's feelings, but never really knew. She flashed back to moment after moment from her past, Sokka's constant obsession over her safety, Aang's overwhelming power in the Avatar state calming only at the sound of her voice, memory after memory of concern, affection, tenderness, empathy and sympathy, telling her how Sokka and Aang really felt, she never recognized the signs and, deep down, she knew she felt the same. "Is this love?" she thought, even in her thoughts it was only a whisper. "It has to be", she thought, for no other word would fit how she was feeling. The more she came to realize it, the more controlled her breathing became. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she looked over at Sokka and Aang, still trying calm her with the heat of their own bodies. Katara already felt warm, but the warmth was turning to heat, a torrent of blood was rushing to her chest and inner thighs. She began to wonder if they felt her arousal. "They had to" she thought, "how could they not?".
Katara turned on her side, wrapped one of her legs around Sokka, moved her head in close and surrounded his upper lip between hers. As Katara's eyes half closed, Sokka's shot open. Not knowing what was happening, his head began to swim in the experience. Instincts took over and he pushed back opening the kiss even further. His hand reached around Katara's head, not wanting the exchange to end. Aang froze, still trying to understand what was happening though, at some level, he knew whatever it was, it was a good thing. Katara broke the kiss with her brother first, leaving him waking from an almost trancelike state. She leaned back and said to Aang, "Huddle against my back, kiss my neck, and touch me ... everywhere." It took Aang only a second to process her commands. It seemed like ages since he had awoken from the ice, and even longer since he had begun dreaming of a moment like this. Finally, faced with the reality of his dreams coming to fruition, he leaped over behind Katara administering many small kisses to the nape of her neck, while his hands explored around her shoulders, eventually working their way to her breasts. Having found Sokka's mouth once again with her own, Katara moaned as Aang's ministrations began having their desired effect. Sokka too began exploring his sisters bare chest and torso. Katara did not have large breasts, but Sokka never knew why the men of their village large breasts so attractive. For Sokka, they were something which gave Katara pleasure, and at the moment, it was his only concern.
Sokka and Aang were not alone in their exploration. Katara found the source of tonight's discovery, the two stiff appendages were larger than she had always imagined they would be. This both excited Katara, but also scared her at the same time. "Will I be able to take them?" she thought. As a young women she had discovered the art of pleasuring herself, but she had always used her fingers, or small instruments around the village she kept hidden in the ice blocks of their home, after all Waterbending did have its advantages, though warming them up always did take a long time. Two fingers were the most comfortable, but these cocks, one in each hand, were easily twice that size.
Katara quickly learned that she could control her lovers motions by changing the way she was feeling around the large masses of stiffened flesh in her hands. She found that the head must be the most sensitive part. And by carefully manipulating the the foreskin around the the edges of the head, it drove her companions wild. Sokka's hips began to buck into his sisters hands at a fevered pitch. Aang too began unconsciously moving his hips in rhythmic motion into Katara's hands.
Sokka and Aang also began moving their hands more erratically. While Aang began squeezing and kneading both Katara's breasts, manipulating the nipple flesh as often as he could, Sokka was first to find his way down to his sister's pelvic mound. As with all Southern Water Tribe women, Katara did not have any pubic hair, the men of their village also had no chest hair. To Sokka the soft cleft mound was something he had imagined for years. He began exploring, his eyes closed, the part of Katara he had always fantasized about most. His hands moved slowly, almost too slow for Katara, her thighs began to ache with desire. Sokka first felt the hood covering the clitoris. He knew what lay just beneath it. In the native tongue of the southern water tribe it was called "the portal", not a physical gateway, but something his father told him would allow a man to create an eternal bond with the woman he loved. He then found the slit, the soft folds of which were a dark pinkish hue, almost red, flushed with blood from Katara's complete arousal. As Sokka was about penetrate her most sacred of pleasure centers, Katara sensed his actions and grabbed his hand, bringing it up to her face. At this, Sokka became confused, he thought this was where she was leading him, a disappointed look came over his face. As Katara brought his hand up to her face, she looked at him in a calming way, opened her mouth and slowly enveloped his index and middle finger. The disappointment left Sokka's eyes, as raw passion took its place. After covering Sokka's fingers in saliva, she lowered his hand back from whence it came, and cupped it close to her loving folds. As she brought her hand back to Sokka's, now, pulsating erection, she whispered in his ear "start slow, big brother". This was unnecessary, however, Sokka had no intention of doing anything too fast tonight, he had waited far too long for that.
As his fingers found Katara's center of warmth, once again, Sokka began by pressing the pads of his fingers around the base of her slit, making circular motions. At this, Katara began a long low moan. After several minutes of this Sokka then took his other hand, and began rubbing back and forth, again slowly, to one side of Katara's clitoral hood. To Katara, the sensation was amazing driving her arousal into an inferno of passion. She subconsciously began to move her pelvis in time with Sokka's hands, attempting to further increase the sheer pleasure being generated within her body's core.
Between, what seems to be, Aang's mastery of breast-bending, and Sokka's attention to her, now burning, love nest, Sokka began to notice smacking noises as he manipulated Katara's folds of burning flesh. At this, he brought his hand up to his face and inhaled Katara's most personal sent. Almost intoxicated, Sokka then licked the end of his index finger. "Mmm" he said in a sigh, salty, but yet sweet at the same time. He, then, looked at Katara with a slight smirk, and said, "I can't get enough". With that he began to lower his head, slowly, between her legs and, after mouthing several words, as if he were praying at some sacred alter, he surrounded the soft hot flesh of her passion between his lips. Extending his tongue as far as he could into what felt like a raging inferno of moist skin and muscle, he lapped his tongue in all directions, attempting to coax more nectar from the walls of her inner sex. Katara's torso jerked into Sokka's mouth reflexively, trying to deepen her brother's oral exploration. Sokka worked his tongue around inside Katara's inner most pleasure center until it ached. All this time Katara had been dutifully handling her companions pulsating members, and it was at this time that Sokka began to feel himself fast approaching a point of no return. He reluctantly left Katara's altar of pleasure to peer up into Katara's eyes with a look of concern on his face. He put his hands on Katara's and whispered "I'm so close." Katara, bewildered at first, then put her hands on the side of her brother's and whispered back "me too ... I love you both, so much".
Sokka, then, began to massage her clitoral hood once again, with his thumb, while inserting his index and middle finger back into the fiery heat of her sex. It was not long before short grunts emanated from Katara's lips, as if she were climbing a long staircase under great strain. Each louder than the next, Sokka knew his time was almost at hand. Katara looked up at Aang and said "Mount my face Aang, I need you in my mouth, now" Ready, willing and able, Aang hopped up toward Katara's head planting his huge pulsating organ into her eager mouth. Katara had trouble keeping her lips between the now engulfed rod of flesh and her teeth. Her gag reflex also had to be suppressed as Aang's enlarged member easily passed her tonsils. As Aang pushed in and out of Katara's throat, she began to lift her tongue near the middle, rubbing over the brim of Aang's purple helmet at every stroke. This new sensation began to drive Aang wild with desire. His thrusts became faster, and deeper.
As Sokka and Aang's "attention" became more and more earnest, Katara's breathing started to become more and more erratic once again. This time, however, it was passion, on the verge of transformation. Seeing this as a sign, Sokka knew she was close, he then lifted her legs to either side, and began to slide his engorged staff into the entrance of her, now, sopping slit. Sokka took it slow, at first, expecting resistance in the form of her hymen, but all he found was the warm embrace of her flesh. Sokka was not aware that Katara had broken the vestige of her virginity years ago while mastering the art of self pleasure. At this point, though, it did not concern Sokka in the least, all he cared about was the loving embrace he was experiencing in the joining of sister and brother, now one.
This was enough to send Katara through to the other side. All of her passion, a lifetime in the making, being transformed into a gigantic wave of ecstasy crashing down all around her. Time, itself, seemed to slow. Her eyes went out of focus, she had forgotten where she was, what was happening. To Katara it seemed like she was now the center of the Universe, explosions of pleasure coming from every direction. Her back arched uncontrollably, jumping off the ground in a giant spasm of orgasmic pleasure. She would have screamed, if Aang's staff was not wedged behind her tonsils. Still, her throat flexed and vibrated just the same, sending Aang over the Same cliff of sexual release and into the throws of passion. His testicles contracted for what seemed like minutes, almost making them ache, as spurt after spurt of his essence found their way down Katara's throat. Sokka, too, surged into a tidal wave of ecstasy. As he began instinctively pumping round after round of his seed into Katara's pulsating walls, a lifetime of memories came flooding into his mind. The time he and his sister had spent together, keeping the village going, after the men all sailed away, years ago. Each one, passing through his mind as he and his sister spasmed together, in unison as if both of them shared a common mind, in the throws of ecstasy. Aang fell to one side, allowing Katara to inhale sharply, though it took several minutes for them to recover their presence of mind, fully. Still huddled together, under the fur pelts, they each reflected on their shared experience without saying a word for a great while.
Finally, breaking the silence, Aang spoke still breathing heavily, "Wow, ... I hope this storm lasts all night.". To which Sokka and Katara both began laughing, nodding quietly to each other as they drifted off, in each other's embrace, warm and content, dreaming of the nights like tonight, yet to come.
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