Insanity

Insanity
Chapter 2
By Gunwild

***

It was… difficult, trying to do this.

Letting poor Suki down gently had been unpleasant. Looking his father in the eye had been even worse. How Katara did it so well he couldn’t imagine, and he didn’t exactly want to find out. Even though she was calm, rational, often pleasant, his sister was eerily different from the person she’d been before that distressing evening. And worse still, Sokka *liked* her like this.

Toph, Katara and himself seemed to be acting with one mind at times. They’d followed Zuko’s lead and hit that prison – *stormed* that prison – managing to orchestrate the kind of mass breakout the Fire Nation wouldn’t have thought an army could achieve. He should have felt alive and heroic and on top of the world, but no – he was too busy keeping secrets from his dad and a good girl whose feelings he’d hurt. But he enjoyed *that*, too. There was a sick thrill to walking around every day, knowing something huge that other people didn’t, watching them wonder what it was that had Sokka acting bolder and more collected than ever before.

*I could tell you,* he thought to himself while stirring his soup at dinner. *Sokka’s an abomination, and he finds it exciting.*

The whole group at least knew some strange alliance existed between the three of them: the coldly competent new Sokka, his suddenly pragmatic and hard-edged sister, and a Toph Bei Fong whose knowing smirk almost never left her face anymore. They just couldn’t guess what would have caused these three supporting players to band together so tightly and assume command of their cell of resistance.

But they didn’t pry, because the new trio was effective, and their kind of uncompromising talent might win the war.

Besides, everyone was busy. Zuko was training Aang, so Aang was always either sleeping or trying not to set himself on fire. Teo was tampering with the new Fire Nation equipment they’d liberated from the Boiling Rock. Haru worked with the newly-liberated prisoners to form some kind of strike force, and The Duke had started laying defenses around the Western Air Temple. Plus Hakoda had kind of taken Suki under his wing – which was fine, it kept them both too occupied to wise up.

“Sokka,” his father said once the food was almost all finished. He barely glanced over, but indicated the pouch leaning on the nearby rock from the shattered fountain. “I looked at your plans. They’re good. How did you get the layout that exactly?”

He didn’t know whether to thank his father or explain first, but he decided the question was what mattered. “We came in from the air. I memorized what I saw. It’s more accurate than guessing without ground measurements.”

“You memorized it that well from seeing it once?”

“My sword master told me it was an important skill.”

“I see.”

He wasn’t sure if that was the kind of ‘I see’ you made when you were impressed with your child’s achievements or for when you felt like your kid had betrayed you by learning from someone more skilled. Either way, Hakoda didn’t pursue any further conversation.

“Tch. *I* could a made a model of that place if I’d gotten the chance to walk around it it a few more times.” Toph pounded her fist against her chest and winked at all of them – and none of them at the same time. “But I guess I’ll get to. When are we gonna take the Boiling Rock?”

Katara, sitting cross-legged on the ground and staring into the bowl of water she cradled on her lap, tapped the surface. A few ice crystals formed on the top. “When they least expect it.” She took a sip and a drop fell from her lip onto her chin, and then between her breasts. Sokka tried not to seem like he noticed.

“They’re already not going to expect it,” observed Zuko from his place seated on Aang’s back. The much smaller boy was being forced to do push-ups with weight crushing down on him. He looked like he was having trouble breathing, but he’d already been at the set for more than a minute, so he must be doing something right. “I don’t think anyone’s ever broken all the inmates out of a prison, turned them into an army and then marched them back on the prison to take it over. Did I mention it’s pretty insane?”

“A few times,” Suki acknowledged. “But most of them are political prisoners who hate the Fire Nation, and soldiers who were captured – there’s nobody who could be better for the job.”

“Unless they were *good* soldiers who’d never gotten captured in the first place,” Zuko mused. Then his good eye widened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that in the way that…”

“It’s fine.” Her manner of wrinkling her nose was something Sokka still found adorable. “Your sister’s kind of evil though.”

“You have no idea.”

Aang collapsed, but Zuko rose before he hit the ground so the Avatar was able to raise himself to his knees, eyes dizzy and unfocused. “That was good,” the new firebending teacher offered, nudging him in the leg with his foot. “Next time try not to lock your knees up so hard. You’ll get more out of it.” The boy seemed like he’d already gotten plenty out of it – he tucked into his food like he’d never done anything as important.

“Well, now that I’ve watched Twinkletoes fall in the dirt, I can sleep happy.” Toph didn’t actually stand; she punched the rock she was reclining on and it lifted her to her feet. “Besides, I need my rest more than any of you.”

That was true. The Boiling Rock was designed to keep people in, not hold them out, and there were no stable entrances and exits to make it a reliable fortress – at least, not yet. Toph was going to build them all, and it wouldn’t be easy.

“I guess we should sleep,” said Hakoda. “And I don’t even have to pull watch duty tonight.”

Sokka didn’t say anything, he just tracked off towards the cells that they’d been sleeping in. With all the escapees holing up in the Air Temple with them, everybody had to share with at least one other person.

That worked fine for Katara, Toph and him. If anyone had any unhappy thoughts about two girls sharing a room with a boy, they were comforted by two of them being siblings and the third *so* young, and it wasn’t as though anybody could complain about who was bedding down near who in these cramped spaces. Rich shared space on the stone floors with poor, commanders with commoners, criminals with revolutionaries. It was surprising how little conflict there actually was once the guards and that unpleasant warden were out of the picture.

When he came inside, Toph was already waiting, having thrown her belt off into a corner along with her pants. She was wearing underclothes, but right now her tunic seemed more like an oversized dress.

She shuffled and scratched one of her white, naked legs. “I wish I was cleaner. I usually like to be dirty, but I know that would make this gross, and I don’t want it to be gross for you. I want you to like me.”

Sokka smiled. He wasn’t used to hearing her sound this nervous. “I like you.” He had butterdragonflies in his stomach, but tried not to let it show so she wouldn’t feel any more uneasy. “I… more than like you. You know how it is.”

“Uh-huh.” The small girl reached to pull one the bracelets off her wrists and Sokka stopped her.

“Leave those on.”

“Okay.” Her voice was practically a squeak, and it was adorable to feel her shake in his arms as he kissed her. He’d snuck a few of those before, when they’d been assured of privacy, but this was different. This was what they’d been waiting for.

Her mouth was very wet, especially since his own felt dry. *This is really the first time for both of us,* he thought. Sure, there had been another, of sorts, but he’d been asleep – or pretending so hard that he might as well have been. *I have to be careful. I can’t let this go wrong for her.* So where was his assistance?

“I knew you’d try to start without me,” came an amused whisper from the doorway. Katara had already started approaching by the time he turned to beckon her over.

His sister was, to his mind, practically naked; she liked wearing her Fire Nation clothes all the time now, except with both shoulders exposed and the skirt a good deal shorter than previously. The obvious excuse was that it was getting hotter outside; the actual reason was the way it made men, especially Sokka, look at her.

When *she* grabbed him and kissed him there was nothing nervous about it: it was confrontational and bossy and demanding and all the things he had hated about her as a sister but made her such a beguiling woman. She didn’t just hold him in her arms, she grabbed him by the shirt and pressed them together, but even so she wanted it to be harder, so she swung a leg around his hip and squeezed.

She bit his tongue softly as she pulled back, then gestured to Toph. “Try doing it that way. It’ll really get him going. I promise.”

It was rather like a game of shield-spear-sword with them. Toph was giddy around Sokka, Sokka couldn’t help being submissive towards Katara, and Katara seemed to take great pleasure in the idea of Toph enjoying her brother, for whatever reason.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt,” Toph said, cracking a mischievous grin. “Hurt me, that is.”

This time she pulled him over with Earthbending through the floor, and they squeezed each other so hard that he lifted her off the ground until she wrapped her legs around his midsection and he was carrying her. She breathed fitfully between their kisses. “With my feet up… I can’t feel anything but you…” This time she did use her tiny tongue, and moved her face so much that her nose bumped into his a few times. She was getting too into it to care.

Katara looked sidelong, considering, then moved up behind Toph. Without saying anything, she bent, smelled along the younger girl’s neck for a moment, and then planted a few light kisses down the back of it. Toph breathed harder, but Sokka didn’t let her break away – he just watched while his sister began sucking right above Toph’s shoulder, then higher, until she was actually making little nibbles on Toph’s hair.

It had to be time to take another step, so Sokka switched his hands from supporting Toph’s sides to holding her up by the thighs, and then the bottom. He got his fingers to the inside of her legs and then even closer, so that he could feel her heat conducting through his fingers as Katara kissed Toph on the upper back, then gave her her first real love bite.

“Ahh, I can’t…” Toph said in some surprise with a quivering voice. “I… can’t…”

“You can,” he assured her.

“You will,” said Katara. “We have to get you nice and wet if you’re going to let Sokka inside you tonight.” With a wicked smile no one would have thought her capable of a short time ago, she whispered in Toph’s ear. “He’s not small, you know.”

It was easy to feel the first of the arousal leaking through Toph’s smallclothes, now.

“Sokka,” Katara mentioned more gently, somehow aware that her talk had done its job already. “Let’s take her to bed.”

She wasn’t hard to carry, but he had to use his whole body to set her down as she wouldn’t stop clinging to him. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know,” Toph said. “I wouldn’t let you if you wanted to.” While Katara knelt on the hard bed next to her, Toph reached out to touch their hands together. It was a far cry from how they’d been during and after that terrible argument.

“Toph.” Katara was looking right at her, and Toph just nodded. The two leaned closer together and shut their eyes while their lips met. There was a little smacking sound, and a moment when neither seemed to remember how to do this at all, but after that there were happy smiles. It wasn’t bad. Not even a little.

You could have told a younger Sokka of girls kissing girls and he’d have been nothing but confused. Now, though, having seen some of the world he was sure of a few things; that this was great, that he was getting hard, and that he was now engaging in the most depraved actions of his life. And it was a *lot* of fun. Every time Katara’s tongue dipped into Toph’s mouth the small earthbender would tighten her legs around Sokka a bit harder, until he was definitely pressed into her cleft and she was grinding herself closer as if trying to get through their clothing.

“She’s eager,” Katara observed, coming gasping out of a kiss with the hot-faced Toph.

“We need to get her undressed.”

“We totally do.”

“I… I can help,” Toph croaked.

Sokka slid his hand firmly up against her thigh, pinched some of the cotton between his fingers and started pulling her panties off. “No, I think I can do this.”

“Ooh!” Katara noted gleefully, slowly undoing the tie below her own breasts. “Use your teeth. That way she can feel your breath on her skin.

He had to bend her knee up to pull her underwear off entirely, but once that was done it was easy to get her shirt off since it was already unbuttoned. That way she only had her chest wrap off, and Katara spared him the indignity of fumbling with that by pulling it apart herself.

“I’m not very…” Toph started, but Sokka put a finger over her mouth.

“You’re already too much woman for me anyway,” he chided, prodding one of her small breasts.

“That’s why I’m helping,” Katara cracked, easing Toph onto her back. “You’re almost ready, but…” she brushed her fingers against Toph’s petals, causing her to shake “…. you just need a little more.”

Toph’s hands clenched on both Katara and Sokka’s arms. “But I haven’t done anything yet. You have to show me how – teach me how to do it right. I want to be as good as you.”

In reality, Katara figured that she probably wanted to be *better,* but this wasn’t a contest. She wouldn’t let it be. In fact, she had a plan just to keep that from happening.

“I’m not what you’d call experienced… Katara?”

She winked at her brother. “Well, she could always put that smart mouth of hers to good use.”

Toph’s face said that she didn’t know whether to be insulted or enthusiastic. “What do you mean, my mouth?”

“You’re going to, ah, please him with it.” Katara eased them apart. “What? Are you afraid to have him fuck you in the hole you kiss your mother with?”

The heat in Toph’s face was at least a little from anger after that. “I’m ready. I’m not scared of anything.”

“Good,” Katara said in the sultriest voice she knew. “But if you really love him, you’ll swallow what comes out.”

Sokka shot an upset look at her, but Katara just made a ‘shush’ sign with her finger. And he couldn’t exactly deny that he’d enjoy seeing her try that.

Toph undressed him on her knees, having trouble with an unfamiliar article of male clothing or two. He guided her fingers when that happened, but the rest of the time he just let her hands and the green rings of fabric on her wrists float over his body as she felt him everywhere she could get at. “You feel great,” she said, then immediately got down onto her elbows. “Do I just…”

Situated behind her, Katara put a hand on either of the girl’s hips and raised them. “Keep this high up so he can see it. ‘Cause… you have a cute butt, Toph.”

Sokka wanted to laugh hysterically, but now wasn’t the time. Besides, Toph had now reached her hand out to take hold of his stiffest part, fingers all together and tense. “It’s pretty big,” came her apprehensive voice, “But it’s… smooth.”

“You could, er…” he deliberated what to say, “Try stroking it.”

Her hands were strong and the fingertips were rough with use, but she was surprisingly delicate. Toph got an idea of where the shaft was, how the slippery head fit in her palm, even the smell. “Do I… just put it in there?”

“You don’t have to take the whole thing,” he cautioned.

“It’d be fun to try, though,” said Katara, who was rubbing circles on each cheek of Toph’s ass absentmindedly, slithering out of her silks every time she moved.

Taking that seriously, Toph went acted with gusto and almost gagged. The only reason she didn’t was because she pulled back right away, but then she went right back to sucking, wobbling her head from side to side to try to find a good place. Truth be told, she liked the taste a lot. She wondered if that made her slutty, but didn’t care because she could tell Sokka was enjoying himself.

“Aaah,” he let out right away, “Toph, that’s *really* good…” It wouldn’t do to say she was a natural because sometimes her teeth brushed his sensitive skin, but at least she was talented. Her mouth was even warmer and more welcoming than when he’d kissed it, and once she’d figured out how to rub the underside with her tongue…

“This,” Katara repeated, “Is a really cute butt.” She was looking intently at it, thinking about how she’d never seen another woman this intimately before. It was interesting how Toph felt good, if in a different way from Sokka, even if they were both girls. And she *was* attractive, when Katara let herself see it. “This is even cuter…” her eyes fell on that young, shimmering snatch not even one hair had grown on yet. “... good enough to…”

It wasn’t really her intention to start eating out Toph, she had just meant to let a finger in there. But the warm folds took her tongue in, covered it with an unusual flavor that wasn’t good, but didn’t disgust her – and it drove Toph wild. She moaned all over Sokka’s cock, gripping the shaft tightly, and he cried out too. *So we’re all connected like that, huh?* Katara thought while painting a long lick over Toph’s privates. *I like it.*

A hard grasp brought Sokka closer to orgasm than even an affectionate mouth. He was squinting and couldn’t think straight, and so said, “You should stop, I’m going to-“

But she tugged especially hard and he climaxed, right in her mouth and all over her tongue. Toph was surprised, but she took it all, until her mouth was full and she couldn’t fit the penis inside anymore. Then, with two separate gulps, she swallowed. It was pretty salty and the consistency was odd, but she could tell by his body’s rhythms that she’d amazed Sokka. And that felt great.

As did the mouth on her crotch. Toph couldn’t sit up, so she consigned herself to staying bowed and taking the tonguing while Sokka petted her head, plucking her hair band out and feeling her locks. “Does that feel good, Toph?”

“Yeah!”

“Are you sure you still need me to do this?”

“Yes, dummy!” Her nails scraped his side. “I need you to! I need to be with you, too.”

Katara retracted, smiling. “You’re ready. It’d probably be best if you were on your back.”

Sokka rolled her under him until their eyes met. Toph couldn’t see him, but he had to make sure she would be ready for this – like he hadn’t been. “If you need me to stop, I can.”

She didn’t humor him with any more assurances. “Man up and take me, lazybones.” Katara laughed at them.

It had been a very good idea to make her as wet as possible; he actually had to restrain himself so as not to slide in too fast. When he met resistance he didn’t pull away. Instead he gripped Toph’s wrist and palm as tightly as possible while she muttered something defiant. Then, flexing his back, he put himself all the way inside.

Toph did start a screech and cut it off bravely. She hadn’t thought it would hurt *this* much. This was what the stupid thing was for, right? Well, this and making babies. Maybe she should have asked him to go in the other hole: she’d put her finger in there a couple of times, and…

But the pain was subsiding. She could feel a long-fingered hand caressing her belly, then down lower. In the dark, she knew that Katara’s healing skill made its own light, while the sharp agony was made a distant ache. Maybe that would let Katara see her face, and how the tears stopped.

“It’s the least I could do,” Katara muttered, “After how I treated you.”

Toph wanted to say something back, but underneath that dull ache a sense of pleasure was swelling. Not the delightful, tickly kind of pleasure from Katara’s tongue, but another one nearly as good, an interesting ‘full’ sort of feeling.

And then Sokka started moving and it got even better. Toph had to pull Katara down to her, to kiss her, to whimper thanks for letting her feel this and tell her how she felt, but she was limp and all the words were suddenly confused with each other when she tried to get them out. Instead she just seized up and uncoiled every time Sokka made the tiniest movement inside her, head rolling back and forth, with her loose hair tickling her face and these siblings petting her gently even while they deflowered her. *Wow. So this is sex.*

This was probably what enlightenment felt like. She didn’t have any desires right now; it was all the way it should be. But somehow, when Katara and Sokka reached down together, to the place where she was connected to the boy, it got *better*. It was so good it practically hurt again, until she had to roar from the mad intensity of it. She felt the ‘too good’ feeling hit her in waves, subside, and roll in again. Not being able to tell when it would happen made it especially frightening and exhilarating – Sokka and Katara took turns suppressing her noises with their own mouths until Sokka lost focus, making noises of his own.

He didn’t stop when he put the warm stuff inside of her, he just kept thrusting and quaking inside until she felt him swoon with the effort. That was when she forced herself, *forced* herself to reach out and touch him. It was just a hand over the nipple, but it was enough. She felt his heartbeat behind it. And then she slept.

“Oh man,” Sokka panted. He understandably said, “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Katara half-lidded her eyes. Her brother was so adorable when he was clueless. She draped an arm around his shoulders. “She looked like she enjoyed it. So did you.”

“I did. I…” Sokka turned to her. “Did I look like I did it okay?”

“I’m new at this too, you know.” Katara lounged back. Her hair had been covering her bared breasts up to now, but the hardened brown nipples came into sight. “I’ve never really done it… or had it done to me.” For a moment, she was the old, self-aware Katara, with a hint of doubt in her eyes. But it wasn’t doubt about what she wanted. One leg rose up so that he could see under her skirt. “But I need you to be the one to do it.”

***

It was hours and a good deal of pleasure later that all three of them exited the room. They were tired, but they were also feeling close – close enough to want to go do something together, even though they’d had plenty of sex. Sleepy-faced Toph rubbed her ears. “Well. I’d say we should go look at the stars, but I’d really mean you should and I’d sit there and scratch my feet.”

“How about I rub your feet?” Katara offered, sidling up next to her. “I can use bending.”

“I need breakfast,” Sokka yawned. “Early breakfast. You know?”

Toph stretched her jaw. “I just ate two people from the water tribe. That’s a big meal.”

Katara blushed. In the bedroom it was easy for her to give commands and do things she’d never imagined, but something about hearing it talked about that way was different. Plus it reminded her of Toph’s insistence on ‘returning the favor’ a few times after she woke up. “We don’t need to be saying that kind of stuff in publi-“

The door they were passing opened. Giggles spilled out. Hakoda, shirtless and smiling and bearing more than a few discolorations on his chest, limped out. A shirt was being thrown at him. He froze in his tracks, being bumped into from behind by a joyful, energized-looking Suki.

Sokka blinked. *Huh. And here I thought he was training her to be a better warrior.*

Katara’s jaw dropped. Toph didn’t move, though her eyes were pretty wide behind her loose hair.

Hakoda’s mortified face went through a few different expressions in sequence, with Suki standing behind him and looking ashamed – and underdressed.

“S-son.” He seemed to be under the impression that Sokka was going to attack him. “Please try not to judge me on this.” His children had never in their lives seen him look so guilty about his actions – like he couldn’t imagine anyone doing anything more low and disgusting than he just had.

And for no reason he could possibly guess or understand, Katara, Sokka and Toph all burst out laughing hard enough to fall down.

***

(Had to do it. By request, again - really have other projects to work on, but this was what the stars were right for, so to speak. Once again, it ends with them laughing like it's a dumb children's cartoon. People thought that was out of nowhere, but the idea is that they're laughing at the cosmic joke of a relatively innocent Hakoda being ashamed when they've been off having secret underage partly-homosexual incestuous sex. I dunno, it made me chuckle. Apologies to Messrs. DiMartino and Konietzko [Gunwild@mail2world.com].)