Avatar Tales - Tale 9 - A Mother's Visit

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Hakoda leaned forward at the low table in the center of the family tent,legs in the lined pit dug into the ice below the table, wrapped in a kotatsu, head on the table’s surface amid the remains of a feast. Eyes closed he was softly singing a Water Tribe war song. The reason for this unusual behavior was quite evident. Among the debris on the table were three bottles that had held potent sea prune brandy, two completely drained, the third with only two fingers left. His daughter sat next to him with a slight smile. Part one of my plan is complete, she thought.

Today was her mother’s birthday, the first one to pass since the Hundred Years War’s end, the first one she had spent with her father in three years. It was only her and Hakoda in the tent. Katara’s Gran Gran and her new husband, Pakku, had left a few weeks before to help reestablish another Water Tribe village, part of the plan to spread out over the South Polar region again. Sokka and his wife, Suki, were being flown by Aang on Appa back to Suki’s village to sojourn there for a while. A small part of her wished her brother was present to celebrate their mother’s birthday as well, but if he had, she would have been too inhibited to carry out her scheme: To have sex with her father.

After that wild night she and Aang had consummated their relationship,watched Sokka and Suki celebrate theirs, then thanks to Suki’s machinations, watched Aang slide his cock into Suki’s cooch, and finally, come this close to incest with her brother, none of the four had been able to have a second swapping session – the three elders had been too present to risk shocking them. Besides, Sokka would probably would still have refused to mount his sister. Instead, the four had paired off to fuck in their own beds, Katara and Aang much more quietly and discreetly than the officially married couple.

Before she’d left, Suki had promised to break down Sokka’s inhibitions so Katara could also experience the joys of sharing their men in general and double penetration in particular. Having experienced it,the Kyoshi Warrior had assured the waterbender that the pleasure was doubled, easily, maybe more than that because of the illicit thrill of taking two men at the same time. She’d also mentioned a hint of jealousy that Katara would have the extra, extra thrill of sibling incest. Seducing a twelve-year old was small potatoes compared to that.

When Katara had told her sister-in-law her incestuous plans for Hakoda,Suki had specifically asked her interest in the Chief be mentioned,with the thought he might like to add his daughter-in-law to his collection as well as his daughter and further, the thought of three cocks inside her was making her hot. The two of them had giggled over the prospect of having all of their holes filled. As it was,Suki was certainly being banged by both Sokka and Aang on their way up to the village, probably both concurrently and consecutively.

Reflection over, Katara drew aside her own kotatsu and stashed the quilted lap blanket into the pit under the table. She and her father had spent all day remembering the life of Kya. It had started in the morning with shared memories and stories Hakoda told Katara of before she had been born and she in turn, telling of the little confidences only a mother and young daughter could share. Although Hakoda was usually busy with the myriad details that being a the newly elected Head Chieftain of the Southern Water Tribe entailed, no one was scheduled any briefings or meetings for the day; as his unofficial secretary Katara had seen to that. Accordingly, the two of them, husband and daughter, spent the day celebrating the memory of a remarkable woman capped by a feast of her favorite foods cooked and served by Katara. The feast had been accompanied by the brandy Katara had acquired, the three bottles consumed and a fourth in reserve, but it obviously not going to be needed. It was time to put the next part of her plan into action.

Knees cracking, Katara stood then moved over to stand by her father and put a hand on his shoulder. “Come, Papa, it’s time you were in bed.

Interrupting his song, Hakoda rolled his eyes towards her. “Hmmm?”

“I think we’ve celebrated enough for today.”

He sat up and looked around blearily. “You might be right. I seem to have dozed off there a moment. Too much to drink.”

“I had some, too.” Perhaps a quarter bottle out of the three. Between her light frame and being unaccustomed to alcohol, she’d felt a momentary dizziness herself when she’d stood. “Nothing a good night’s rest won’t solve. Let me help you.”

“Alright.”

She drew his kotatsu off and put it beside hers under the table. She put her hands under his armpits and pulled as he straightened his legs. A few more assisted heaves and he was sitting on the closest pile of furs used as a bed – hers. Kneeling beside the bed she put an arm under his knees and swung them up onto the bed while simultaneously encouraging him to lie down by pushing on his shoulders. Still kneeling at his left side she began to untie the knot of his day robe. “Let’s get you out of this.” Opening the robe she straightened his arm to push the shoulder off of him and the half-sleeve down to clear his left hand. Bunching the robe along his left side she silently asked he roll to his right by pushing on his hip and shoulder then stuffed the robe under his back.

She repeated the process on his right side, drawing the robe off then pulling him towards her so she could retrieve it before he settled back in place on his back. Since the family, like all of the Southern Water Tribe, habitually wore no underwear beneath their day robes, this had left him quite nude. She had seen his slack penis move out of the corner of her eye as she’d rolled him from side to side but had deliberately not looked at it directly. Not yet.

She leaned forward to kiss her father on the forehead. “Good night,Papa. Sleep well.”

His eyes opened the slightest amount and he looked up at her sleepily. “You’re such a good daughter. I count myself lucky to have had you.”

“Thank you, Papa. It’s always nice to hear.”

She stood and loomed over him for several long moments as he was dragged down into the depths of unconsciousness. After his face slackened she shed her own robe, folded it, and placed it atop his. She was now as naked as he was and she looked at last at his sex organ, the first time since she knew what one was for she had done so unreservedly. Being mature it was easily three times the size of Aang’s adolescent penis, bigger than her brother’s even, which she had seen quite a bit of lately and, unlike her boyfriend’s,was uncut, the glans hidden by the foreskin covering it. Between maturity and skin tone it was much darker than Aang’s, a reddish brown as it lolled in the shallow valley between abdomen and hipbone.

Her nipples tightened at the thought that, barring a sudden change of mind – or a miscalculation on the effects of the alcohol she’d plied him with on his ability get an erection – it would be entering her before the night was finished. Coupled with that was the fact she was standing above him. If he were to open his eyes,he’d be looking right up at her cooch, which, through lifelong habit she’d been as careful not to flash at him as he had hidden his package from her. Impulsively, she reached down and spread open both the outer and inner labia of her vulva. Spreading her knees slightly she cocked her pelvis. Now were he to look, he would see everything his daughter had, not just the pubic hair delta, large clitoral sheath with its perpetually exposed glans, and a loose inner labia hiding her vaginal entrance but the entire vestibule from clitoris to perineum and everything in between including that entrance.

The moment over, she released her quim and turned away to draw some water into a pan and set it on the flat top of the stove to heat. She collected the dishes on the table, scraped the remains of the feast into a small wooden box and fed them into the water one at a time to wash them, then dried them all at once before stacking them in the short cupboard. It felt strangely exhilarating to perform such mundane chores in the nude.

Gathering up the pan and the trash box in her arms, she moved to the tent entrance, and crouched to pass through the vestibule and outside. Three steps to the sump then she bent over to pour the water into the hole that had been bored into the ice then added the trash box’s contents to the large box next to the tent; it would freeze there and stay solid until it was collected and moved to the village midden.

The snow was cold under her bare feet but she was used to that and could stand it for a few seconds. What she was not used to was was being outside stark naked. Their tent was more or less in the middle of the village and enough light was dimly filtering through the tent’s canvas anybody coming along could see her, however faintly, making her feel a bit wicked. When she’d bent over to dump the dishpan she’d glanced at her own swaying breasts, the areolae tightened from the cold, and wondered how shocked someone would be if they’d happened by. Nobody did though and she retreated back inside the tent, putting the cobblestone weights on both doors behind her.

As always, the interior felt distinctly warm for a bit as she came in from the cold. Putting the pan in the cupboard she took out a kettle and filled that with water from the supply but put it on the cupboard instead of on the stove. She figured her father was going to need some willow bark tea for an aching head come morning. She went through the tent extinguishing the lamps along the walls, all but the one directly in line with her father’s feet. She knew from experience that, with the rest extinguished, were he to look at someone in that direction he would see only a silhouette.

Returning to the stove, she knelt before it and prepared it for the night,placing several small pieces of the stove wood deep in the ash atop the coals then partially closing the damper on the pipe above. It would smolder all night, keeping the interior reasonably warm yet still be coals in the morning, making rekindling the flames easy.

Rising by the table she put the two empty bottles into a small box where they would stay until being returned to the distiller then picked up the one not quite empty. After regarding it a moment she put it to her mouth and upended it, drinking the remains in three large swallows. The unaccustomed heat spread through her middle as she added the bottle to its fellow dead soldiers. A little more abruptly than she’d intended she sat in the aisle way by Hakoda’s side. She let her hair down, releasing the cylindrical bun at the nape of her neck and releasing her two loopies, collecting the beads in her hand. She rose to her knees and leaned over her father to put the beads in her jewelry box by the wall. Pausing, she again looked down at herself, her suspended, swaying breasts just above his chest, the nipples scarcely two finger widths short of brushing him.

Turning her attention back to the far side of the bed, she slid open the lid of the other wooden box, the one holding Water Tribe eggs, the spermicidal contraceptive she’d insert before trysting with Aang. Distracted, one nipple actually did brush her father before she straightened up, bolus in her left hand.

He was in no condition to notice his wanton daughter and she settled back onto her ankles and turned so her closed thighs were parallel with her bed. After putting the egg on the floor to her left and passing her hands through her hair to let it cascade down her back she gazed again at her father’s penis. This time her right hand stole deep between her legs to find her clitoris and tease it between two fingers. Her left stole across her chest to her right nipple. She contemplated the scene before her as she lightly masturbated, not enough to achieve orgasm but enough to spice her sexual thoughts.

The minutes passed by slowly and Hakoda was in deep sleep for a time,then began to stir slightly. Slowly his penis stiffened until it wasfully erect, suspended above his belly and half of the tip wa speeking out of the foreskin covering it. Having slept with Aang for some weeks this nocturnal erection was no surprise to Katara – it was why they spooned with him in front, so there wouldn’t be any accidental, unprotected penetrations. Her father’s mature specimen was far bigger than her boyfriend’s twelve-year old penis. Hakoda began to mutter; Katara heard something like, “Come to bed,darling.” This, with the relaxed expression on his face led her to believe he was dreaming about Kya, understandable given the day’s events.

Then things took a darker turn. He began frowning and said, “No,Gilnok. Don’t do that – it’s too dangerous.” Gilnok was a lieutenant who’d been killed trying to destroy a tank during the Black Sun raid on the Fire Nation Capital. Hakoda turned his head from side to side muttering, “No-o-o-o.” It was time to intervene.

Katara leaned forward to put her hand on her father’s left cheek. “Darling,” she said softly. If anything he was more tense than ever. She caressed his cheek, feeling his beard under her fingers. “Wake up, darling. You’re having a dream.” She was intrigued by the sensation of his trimmed beard. I’ll have to talk Aang into growing one when he can,she thought. She patted his cheek which seemed to break the spell.

“…Katara?”

“No. It’s me, Kya,” She couldn’t match her mother’s voice but she could match its rhythms. She hoped speaking softly in a whisper would be enough to fool him.

She could barely see the gleam of his eyes through eyelid partially opened in shock. “Kya? But how?”

“I don’t know. I watched you and Katara celebrate my birthday then after you fell asleep I wished I was there. I was suddenly aware I could be if I wanted to be. I did, so here I am. Perhaps it’s a boon from Yue.”

“Are you real? I’ve missed you so much.”

Katara caressed his cheek again, then down his neck and onto his chest. “Real enough to do this. I don’t know how long it will last.” Her hand moved from his chest to his upper abdomen. “Long enough I hope to take care of what I’ve missed most.”

“What, my jokes?”

“No, silly. I got enough of those watching you. I was thinking of something more material than words.” As she spoke she moved downward onto his lower abdomen and into his pubic hair. With the nightmare his penis had wilted and was lolling a bit to the side again. Katara moved her hand sideways and momentarily raised her fingers so they’d pass over the soft shaft while her thumb passed underneath. Holding it in a light grip she lifted it so the part above her hand lolled to the side. After a momentary thrill, I’m holding Papa’s penis!she managed to say. “I’ve missed this.”

“My cock? Let me say then, I’ve really missed your cunt – your cunt and those magnificent titties of yours. I’ve never been with another woman since you’ve gone, you know.”

“I know.” She didn’t really, but it did not surprise her. “I’ve watched you all these years and felt sad about it.”

“It would not be fair to her, whoever it was; you’d be a hard act to follow.”

She began to stroke his phallus and it began to harden. “Well, I’m here now. We should take advantage of this situation.

“I like your thinking.” She continued to jack her father’s cock until it was fully hard then moved to cup his pendulous scrotum and lift the round contents. They were so much larger than Aang’s. “Are you going to bring me off by hand? I could then do the same for you.”

“That would be such a waste.” She released his balls and scooted back a bit. Grasping his stiff cock again, it was warm in her hand. She raised it to vertical and slid the foreskin down, revealing the glans. Used to Aang’s always exposed, circumsized cockhead it struck her in the dim light how moist her father’s looked. Suki, having had both in her mouth, said that Sokka’s glans and the head of his sister’s clitoris, except for size, felt remarkably the same under her tongue. Unfortunately by the time she left she had not had sampled Aang’s cock orally nor had Katara done the same to Sokka’s. Undoubtedly, Katara’s sister-in-law had rectified that situation by now, and Katara was about to sample an uncut cockhead herself.

She opened her mouth wide then closed it with his corona inside. She pressed her tongue against his glans, then let it slide over the rim and onto his shaft as she lowered her head. It did feel like Suki’s clit except very, very much larger. It even tasted much the same, a salty, funky, sexual tang yet more male, somehow. This was hardly surprising as Aang tasted pretty much the same during the months she had been fellating him but more textured than the smooth skin of her father’s cockhead.

The.size difference between her boyfriend’s cock and her father’s was quite evident. While she could – barely – still fit Aang’ s entire erection in her mouth, with the head as far back into her throat as she was comfortable with, she was still a good three fingers short of engulfing the full length of Hakoda’s penis. She rose up until just the head was left, then took him in again with a powerful suck. “You always give the best head,” he muttered. Her months with Aang was paying off.

Releasing him momentarily she teased, “Now, how would you know that if I’m the only one who’s gone down on you?” She reapplied herself with a noisy suck and several rapid ups and downs.

“It stands to reason. You bring me to climax so quick I can’t see how it could be any better. In fact I’m about to—”

“—Oh,no you don’t!” Katara exclaimed, releasing him quickly. “I want this as only an appetizer, not the whole feast.” In fact she’d been getting an increasing taste of his precum, iron-tasting like Aang’s. She’d been debating whether to suck him to completion. After all incestuous fellatio would be more than enough for most people, but the sight, taste, and feel of her father’s cock – plus perhaps those last swigs of brandy – had reduced her inhibitions to zero.

She rolled onto her back, knees up and apart. After groping a bit she found the egg by touch with her left hand, spread her quim apart with her right, and put the egg at her vaginal entrance before pushing it in deeply with a middle finger. The muscular passage was very wet. Rolling forward onto her knees she shifted to turn towards Hakoda and swing her leg over him. Centering herself over his hips she settled onto his erection, moving a bit from side to side so she could feel the rigid phallus pushing her labia aside before looking down. It brought back to mind the second time she had copulated with Aang that first night in that same position. The length of penis showing between her thighs at the base of her bush was a lot more than his had been. She began to slide back and forth, letting the clefted underside of his penile acorn nudge her clit.

“I remember how you loved to do that,” he muttered. This surprised Katara a little. She vaguely remembered how often her parents made love with her mother on top but between keeping the covers over themselves and her not really knowing what was going on at age six,or even eight, she was doing what instincts and feeling good indicated.

“I remember how you used to play with my titties,” and she leaned forward. The covers had slipped down on her parents often enough she’d had plenty of times seeing Hakoda’s hands molding Kya’s swaying breasts and teasing her nipples.

“I did at that. These long nipples are my second favorite part of you,”and she felt his warm hands cup her soft treasures and pull their points into erection. She lost herself in the stimulation of her erogenous zones, upper and lower until she had a small orgasm. Stopping again the small part of her still able to think asked, Dare I go through with this? I could bring him to climax humping like this or even by mouth and it would be wicked enough with a mouthful of his cum. This was immediately followed by, Who am I trying to kid? I want it all! Besides, it would waste an egg.

Grasping her father’s now wet cock as she tensed her thighs, Katara rose a bit to push its corona over her own glans. Leaning forward slightly as he continued to massage her breasts and pull on her nipples she pushed it down the length of her vestibule’s groove until it reached her opening. Settling back, she let the tip of his rigid sex organ spread her entrance wider until she could release it and straighten upright to remain several seconds with it poised to impale her. No longer able to reach high enough for her breasts, her father clasped her ribs just below the twin mounds he’d been toying with. Then she slowly relaxed and slid down Hakoda’s pole, letting it slide into her cunt.

She had been stretched open more with bended water over the months of sex play with Aang but now it was a solid cock, bigger than her boyfriend’s and her father’s cock to boot. Feeling incredibly full inside she let out a heartfelt, “Oh, yes-s-s,” before rising up then letting him slide into her belly again. The stiff phallus afforded more friction than even the largest tentacle could.

“‘Oh yes’ is right – you are so much tighter now. I never mentioned is when you were alive but your pussy was never quite as tight after Katara was born.”

Rising and falling for another cycle, she felt her cheeks heat a bit. “I could come back as anything,” she extemporized, “so I’m as I was before the children came.”

“I thought your boobs were a bit firmer,” he replied, grasping them again. “They’re like when we were married at sixteen. Still,Katara was worth a bit of looser loving. She saved the world, you know – she and her brother and her boyfriend, the Avatar.”

“Yes, the Avatar has returned; I’ve been watching.”

“I’m so proud of our children.”

“As am I; we have every right.” Leaning forward a bit Katara rose and fell another time, savoring the feeling of her cunt being violated by her father’s cock. Finding them again within reach Hakoda in turn kneaded his daughter’s breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and letting the stiff nipples slide through his fingers. Katara was lost in her pleasure. This was no longer incest in any real sense of the word but a man and a woman enjoying each other to the fullest. She groaned aloud as their flesh slammed together with a popping sound.

“I’m almost there!” Hakoda exclaimed as he slid his hands down her sides to the tops of her thighs. He began to thrust upward while pressing downward, penetrating her the deepest yet. Katara’d had several conversations with Ty Lee, relying on her vastly broader experience. Ty had said while size isn’t everything, it isn’t nothing either. The waterbender now knew what she’d meant.

“Oh, yes — darling!” She’d almost said “Papa.” “Cum inside me! Fill my cunt with your hot seed!”

He thrust one last time and held it, holding her helpless in her grasp. Deep inside her she felt his cock pulse, then throb in earnest as his semen spurt into her steaming channel. This sent her over the edge and she started her own sexual reflex, rhythmically squeezing her invader instead of throbbing. The two groaned in unison, both feeling the pleasurable throes of their mutual orgasms until he was drained and she was full.

Panting and sweating, Katara leaned forward and slowly rose until her father’s penis slipped out of her quim. Tucking her head she could see the translucent fluid, backlit by the remaining lamp, stream out of her hole and onto his abdomen. Slowly she slid her knees back until her own belly was on top of his, the softening phallus trapped between them. This took her back to that first taste of incest she’d had with her brother, lying naked atop him just after they’d brought themselves to climax by hand three years ago. Was that the start of the path that had led to this, she wondered, or was it Suki that first night she’d had Aang, talking Katara’s boyfriend into mounting her while fellating her husband after failing to convince Sokka into fucking his sister.

Resting her head on Hakoda’s chest, she felt it was time to get back into character. “Was it as good as you remember?” she said softly.

“Ten times better,” he replied, caressing her neck and down her bareback onto her ass. “I couldn’t count the number of times I’ve masturbated over the years, wishing I was with you instead of using my hand. I am so happy the spirits have allowed this, even if it is only tonight.”

She rose up over him and slid up a bit until she could look downward into his face. “Me, too. I don’t know how long I can stay but for now, let me rest beside you.”

She slid sideways, to his left side and laid on the bed on her own left side. Reaching behind her, she grasped the fur cover to draw it over them and as she pressed her back and ass into his side, felt him reach across with his right hand to take her breast and hold it as she drifted off to sleep.

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Two tiny men had taken up residence in Hakoda’s head, just above his eyes and behind his forehead. They were both armed with long, bone clubs and were enthusiastically, mercilessly attacking his brain with them. It was an odd, double beat – dum-dum; dum-dum; dum-dum – and with each blow the agony of his head momentarily doubled. Further, his tongue was adhering unpleasantly to the roof of his mouth and his face felt hot.

Eyes closed he tried to assess what was going on. Katara and I were celebrating Kya’s birthday,he remembered. We did a lot of talking and eating and– drinking. There were four bottles of brandy next to me. I never drink that much. Where did four bottles come from? Further cogitation, difficult with the pounding, brought back a vague memory of being pulled from the table. Katara. It had to be Katara – there was nobody else here. How will she feel having to help her drunken father to bed? A feeling of shame washed over him, then a final question, Why is my face so hot?

He opened his eyes and his head exploded in a silent flash of white light. He had thought up to now the pain in his head couldn’t get any worse but he had been oh, so wrong. The little men in his head redoubled their efforts – dum dum dum dum – without letup and with each “dum” the pain was now triple what it had been before. He squeezed his eyes shut with tears oozing from the corners. “Oh-h-h-h, my head,” he moaned in his agony.

He heard the subtle sound of bedclothes being moved and a warm pressure that had been on his left side was noticeable now by its sudden absence. A few moments later he heard the squeak of a damper and the clank of a stove door being opened. Cautiously, lest it fall off, he moved his head to the side, out of the sunbeam it had been in, opened his eyes a few moments to reconnoiter the inside of the tent, then closed them again.

One of the strengths Hakoda had as a commander was an eidetic memory. He could read a message, study a map, or look upon a battle scene for a few moments then recall it with nearly perfect clarity later. He used that talent now to figure out what was happening. The stove is in the middle to my left instead of my right and I can seethe tent entrance behind it. I am in Katara’s bed instead of my own on the opposite side, there. That explains why I was in the shaft of sunlight but why am I in my daughter’s bed?

Some further cogitation came up with the answer to that. We were sitting on this side of the table during the meal and she didn’t want to drag my worthless carcass around it to my own bed. Why was she sleeping next to me, though? Was she reluctant to give up her own bed? Laying that mystery aside for the moment he contemplated the nude form of his daughter. She was on her knees and elbows, face practically into the stove’s firebox as she’d been blowing on the embers of the fire, coaxing them back into life. That she was nude was perhaps not unusual – that’s how everybody slept – but why she had not put on her day robe was another mystery. Maybe she had not wanted to take the time or perhaps he was lying on it.

He regarded the way her left breast was hanging behind her arm. The long nipple, so like her mother’s, was pointed at the floor and the fullness showed, just shy of being fifteen, she was at the tail end of her adolescence and had breasts the size her mother’s were at that age, not likely to get much larger. Hurriedly he changed his attention to the top of her shoulder but that didn’t help much. Inevitably it shifted down the sweep of her back, through the shallow dip of her lumbar region to the round curves of her ass. More than that, the angle was such that he could see between them the labia of her vulva.

This was almost shocking for, while he had seen her breasts and butt some since her return, a lifetime of living in a small tent and a natural modesty since she was about six had led to skillful use of a towel to hide her bush as she moved about affording only an occasional glimpse of her pubes and nothing at all of her actual genitals. He could see them now, though, at least the rear part. The curved bulge of her outer labia were sparsely decorated with hair, showing how far back her pubic delta extended, and between them peeked her ruffled, loose inner labia, hiding the actual vaginal opening. Hurriedly he shifted his thoughts to his daughter-in-law.

Despite using a larger towel to try to hide her boobs as well as her bush,Suki had been less skilled in hiding anything and in the months between her and Sokka’s arrival and departure there were plenty of slips where he’d glimpsed her nipples, the exotic auburn pubic hair on her love mound and even a pretty good idea how her all but bare outer divide looked. Then there was the fact that, trying to hide her breasts she had held the towel in front of her instead of wrapping it around her waist meant that when she moved to the corner to bathe with a bucket her backside was totally in view. That coupled with her unable to see them staring meant all three males in the tent could gaze at her athletically tight, exotically pale, bare ass. Sokka’s smiling glances at them meant he was proud of his wife’s physique and while his mother would roll her eyes she’d stayed silent, letting her son, grandson, and new husband enjoy their voyeurism.

Then there was her wedding night. He remembered the way she had loomed over Sokka’s supine body in the dim light as she grasped his stiff cock then lowered herself to be impaled by it and begin thrusting,making the darker patch of her pubes rise and fall as her full breasts bounced and jostled. He stayed with that memory to avoid more lewd thoughts about his daughter.

Lost in memories of ephebophilia he was unaware of how much time had passed until he was startled to hear, “Here, Papa. Hold this.” He opened eyes to see Katara, still nude, crawling toward him with a steaming cup in one hand. The awkward, three-limbed gait was making her suspended breasts sway from side to side. Hurriedly he shifted his gaze up to her smiling face. Automatically, he reached up to take the proffered cup in both hands and she crawled closer until she was next to him. Suspending herself on her knees she slipped her left hand under him to the base of his neck and pulled upward to encourage him to sit upright. With another resounding twinge behind his forehead he obliged and she reached behind him with her right hand to gather pillows behind him and began punching them to make them solid.

He felt a softness brush his upper arm and he glanced at her jouncing left breast nudging it a moment before closing his eyes, the lewd thoughts about his daughter returning. As he settled back, she said,“Drink, Papa. It’ll help.” Slowly he brought the cup to his lips and took in a mouthful of the hot, bitter tea she’d brewed and swallowed it. It had to be psychosomatic but even as he felt the willow tea headache remedy warm its way to his stomach the pounding lessened. Two more sips more and the pain had receded to the point where he could open his eyes more or less in comfort.

While he had been distracted Katara had moved to the foot of the bed to sit on her ankles and brush her hair. This was part of her normal morning routine but she normally did it dressed in her day robe. This morning she was still stark naked. Perhaps he was lying atop her clothing. His eyes swept down her bare back to her hips. He could see the barest top of her nether cleavage and her bottom’s soft flesh pressed sideways by her heels. Since she was turned a bit to the left he could see under her raised arm that breast’s subtle motions caused by her brushstrokes, bouncing when the brush slipped free at the end of her mane. Once again sexual thoughts about his daughter rose in his mind. He tried to distract himself by turning his attention to the cup in his hand and taking a large gulp of the cooling tea then another as unbidden, the memory ofher vulva came into his mind again. What was wrong with him this morning? Perhaps it was the vivid, erotic dream he’d had.

“I had the strangest dream last night,” he said.

There was the slightest hesitation in her brushing. “Oh? About what?”

“It was about your mother…”

“Seems reasonable. We were thinking and talking about her all day yesterday.”

Finished with the brushing, Katara began setting her hair. Gathering the bulk of it behind her she rolled it into a small bun then tied the rest tolet cascade down her back like her mother had years ago rather thanbraiding it like when she was younger. Fetching a bead she slipped a crochet hook through it then used the hook to pull a skein of hair from her left temple through the bead and tuck the end into her bun,then did the same on the right side, completing the hair loopies so many Water Tribe women favored.

He’d finished the last of the tea while she did the most fussy part of hermorning routine, then went on. “We were more than talking, we were… Well, we were making love. It was so realistic.”

Katara said nothing but he could see her breathing. Was she embarrassed at the thought of her mother and he coupling? Then he sensed she’d reached a decision. She lifted her left leg to plant her foot on the bed’s surface then used it and both hands to push herself around until she faced him. As small as they were, the effort made her breasts jostle and sway, renewing the unwanted sexual thoughts in his head as she completed the maneuver, sitting on her ankles again.

“It was so realistic because it wasn’t a dream, it really happened,” she said. Then leaning back on her hands she spread her knees as she went on, “But it wasn’t Mama, it was me.” She shifted her feet forward to plant them on the bed

Shocked to his core Hakoda stared at his daughter. Besides her words she was blatantly showing him her pussy. At the junction of her thighs her long inner labia were visible in their pubic hair nest. On her belly as high as her sternum were dark stains and smears. As if to drive home the fact that they were dried sex fluids, at the junction of thigh and torso on the left side a thin line emerged from her bush, dried drool from a leaking quim.

Eyes wide in shock he dropped the empty cup and threw back the furs covering him. The same dark smears decorated his own torso, matting the body hair here and there. At the rim of his tapered foreskin clung a dry, tan droplet, betraying his own contributions to the stains. “But how? Why?” was all he managed to say.

“The how is simple. The brandy reduced your inhibitions, and mine to be truthful. You fell deep sleep and had some dreams then when you were in the middle of one, changing my voice to sound like her I let you believe Mother had come to visit then after a short conversation I sucked your cock until it was good and hard, then straddled you to let it slide up into my cooch.”

As Katara spoke she moved her legs forward and skootched closer to him, with no trace of modesty as the outside of her thigh slid along his while she looked unabashed at his limp phallus. She reached down and with an odd sensation, peeled the droplet off the tip of his penis and regarded it before looking him in the eye. “Then we did the usual thrusting until we both climaxed. Being on top I did most of thework but you thrust enough times up into me that felt go-o-od. After enjoying that full feeling you’d given me I climbed off and laid on top of you for a few moments, then we slept, you still on your back, me on my side pressed against yours.”

Hakoda was totally aghast. “But why, Katara? Why would you do something so wrong?”

“It felt too right to be wrong, Papa, and the ‘why’ is simple. Ever since Mama died I’ve been acting as your wife in her place. I’ve cooked your meals, darned your socks, cleaned your house, rubbed your back. Lately I’ve been your secretary, setting up your meetings. That’s why there were none yesterday and will be none today as well. I’ve been your wife in every single way save one: The carnal part of a marriage. Last night that was consummated as well. It was the least I could do, having caused her death.”

“Oh, Katara, that was not your fault. Don’t ever think that it was your fault. If it’s anyone’s fault it’s the bastard that betrayed your talent to the Fire Nation – blame him for the death of your mother, never yourself.”

“I found him, the man who actually murdered her, you know. With Zuko’s help we tracked him down, found where he was living after he retired. I had him dead to rights and could have ended him then and there but he was a pathetic, broken old man. It wouldn’t have brought Mama back so I let him go.”

“You were more merciful than I would have been.” Had been, in fact. Through a long and patient investigation he had found who the traitor was. It had taken years but Hakoda had bided his time and made sure when the Water Tribe fleet had sailed from the South Pole the man was aboard his own boat. In the middle of a particularly stormy night he disappeared, washed overboard was the conjecture but Hakoda knew he had not been. He’d come up behind the man and clamped a hand over his mouth. “You killed my wife,” was the last thing he’d heard before a keen obsidian knife was driven into his lower back. Hakoda had chosen the spot perfectly for his purposes. He’d only nicked the descending aorta and his victim had more than a minute to realize who’d killed him. As he bled out his struggles weakened but hadn’t ceased entirely before he was levered overboard to spend his last conscious moments utterly alone in the cold, uncaring sea.

Pushing aside remorseless revenge he looked at his daughter sternly. “Regardless of the reasons we must never do that again.”

She regarded him coolly as she straightened her legs to slid back towards the foot of the bed. “No, Papa, that is not my intention at all. Had it been I would have bended the cumstains off of my abdomen and yours while they were still wet, then moved to another bed and let you believe you’d had a particularly vivid dream last night.” She leaned back as she spoke, propping herself by by the elbows, herbreasts lolling a bit as she slightly raised one knee. She smiled slightly. “Perhaps if you’d been a lousy lay I would have but you weren’t. Even drunk and half asleep you were fantastic.

Another horrible thought crossed Hakoda’s mind. “Did I– Did I take your virginity?”

She smiled more broadly. “No, Aang did that and I took his good and proper some weeks ago, on Laundry Night. Since then we’ve bee ndoing it quietly in the dark, under the covers when we figure everyone else is asleep. Still, he has a twelve-year old’s cock. Yours is ever so much more satisfying and I don’t want to give it up.” She moved her legs to the side, raising her knees and planting her feet on the bed’s surface, displaying her cunt more lewdly than ever. “I won’t give it up.”

Katara leaned back onto an elbow and turned her head, looking for something. Coming up with a wooden box she set it down beside her hip with a familiar rattling sound yet a sound Hakoda had not heard in years. Lying flat with just her head raised she reached between her legs with both hands and spread her quim open, the moist pinkness of her center fully exposed. “Come, Papa. Come fuck your daughter.”

A quiet frisson swept through Hakoda at her invitation. He looked at the joining of her legs where her genitals were plainly displayed. It had been more than six years since he’d seen any woman’s pussy and like a siren her flower was beckoning him. He shifted to his knees and moved towards her. As he approached she spread her legs wider, reinforcing her invitation. The dark-edged inner labia were between her index and ring fingers and with her spreading, her vaginal opening was gaping a bit, an engorged clitoris extended out of its sheath and he could even make out the small meatus of her urethra between them. His gaze slowly raised, past the brunette thatch of her pubic hair, to the indentation of her navel on the brown dome of her belly and the two mounds of her breasts, areolae crinkled in her excitement, nipples extended like soft fingers to finally take in her face. He looked down upon her a long moment,hopeful anticipation making her eyes shine.

“I don’t know if I can fuck my daughter,” he said quietly, then as her eyes dimmed in disappointment he put his right hand on her torso and slid up upwards heaping, the soft tissue of her left breast. “But I can make love to a beautiful, young woman.” He rolled the long nipple between thumb and finger and she gasped in delight. He had just enough time to feel her heart thump before she threw her hands behind his neck and forcefully drew him in for a kiss.

This was no child’s kiss. As their lips met she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into his, sliding along his teeth before moving between them to find his own tongue. Opening their mouths wider the two lingual digits caressed each other. They both began to moan and twist their heads, making their lips slide against the other’s. Finally, short of air they broke and Hakoda drew back to look down on his daughter.

“You sure can kiss,” he told her.

“I’ve been kissing Aang for months, before we left Ba Sing Se. The first time I knew for sure he was the one so the second time I offered him my tits.”

“You mean these?” he teased, caressing her left breast again and pulling on the long nipple. “What would he do with them?”

“He would play with them like you are now and suck on the nipples –yes, like – like that. Oh-h-h…”

This last was because he’d taken her right nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, making it slide in deeply. He rhythmically sucked it deeper, pressing the female flesh against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. He raised up pulling the trapped spigot with him distorting her breast until it slipped free and bounced once before settling in place again. “These are so like your mother’s,” he commented as he compared the now-stiff right nipple with the still soft left, leaning slightly away. “I always loved playing with them.”

“Aang does too. It’s one reason we stayed at that stage all the way down from Ba Sing Se to Suki’s village and even all the weeks there.”

As she was speaking he started playing with her left breast’s nipple making it stiffen like her right already was. Shifting left he settled some of his weight on her torso propping the rest on his elbows on either side. Katara began to caress the back of his head as he nursed then moaned and writhed. As she planted her feet and moved her pelvis sexually he could feel her pubic bone press into the space just under his sternum. He was shocked at her next words.

“Sokka loved sucking on them, too.”

He broke off and raised onto his elbows to look down upon her. “What?”

“He told me he’d longed for years to suck on my nipples. I let him indulge so you’re third in my list of male boob worshipers.” She smiled. “I’ve had a number of female worshipers, too.”

“Was this before or after you and Aang did it the first time?”

“The female were months before in Ba Sing Se. Sokka was after, but only a few minutes… Look, I’ll tell you my sexual history later if you like but right now I have something more pressing on my mind.”

He felt the brush of her pubic hair against his abdomen as she flexed her back to make her pubis slide upward. Taking the hint he levered himself up to his hands and knees and took in everything as she raised her legs to tuck her knees behind her widened elbows. Her face was different but from the neck down her body was almost an exact duplicate of her mother’s. The perky breasts riding high on her chest with their finger-joint long dark nipples surrounded by tightened brown areolae, the way her rib cage was delineated under her breastbone but not the ribs themselves, the sexy groove of her navel on the raised roundness of her belly, the way that roundness swooped down to the top margin of her brunette pubic hair, the curly triangle completely obscuring the flesh of her lovemound. The hair continued down between her legs on either side pretty well hiding things there, save for her long inner labia peeking out, since she was no longer spreading herself open.

“You look so much like your mother,” he said, placing his hands just under her breasts, “Especially your most womanly parts.” He slid his hands up over her breasts making her nipples roll then down her torso to the angle between her hips and raised thighs. “Most especially the way your bush hides everything,” He slipped down to spread her open, “Your long labia peek out like a come-hither look.” He slid his index fingers up her coral vestibule then pushed back the hood he found at the top, exposing her glans. “Everything but this giant clitty of yours. I don’t know where that came from.”

“Mu… m-m-aybe from Gu– Gran-gran or Grandmother,” she said, squirming as he gently stimulated her erogenous point. I’ve never seen theirs.”

“Me either.” Katara twitched and from the lowest point of her quim, between her ass-cheeks translucent fluid slid down to make the fur of her bed wet. Intrigued, Hakoda used his left thumb and forefinger to spread her labia down there and watched the closed slit of her vagina exude another rivulet.

“When I started masturbating I toyed with my clit over a year before figuring out a finger in my hole felt pretty good, too.” Taking that as a request he shifted his finger over, then slowly pushed it into her channel. He was rewarded with an “Oh, yes-s-s-s,” as he penetrated her muscular, slick heat. Curious, he bent his finger as it passed behind her pubic bone and was rewarded with the same textured special spot Kya’d had. “Unh!” Katara said as she thrust her box upward, “You found it!”

“Your mother had the same place inside her – another gift. We discovered it the first week after we were wed.”

“It was Suki for me. She’s had a lot of experience pleasuring her sister Warriors and one afternoon in Ba Sing Se, she, Toph, and I wound up in a bath house and she showed the two of us what it was like to have a girl pleasure you. She stuck a finger in me and, yowza! It opened a whole new dimension.”

This was an unexpected area of his daughter’s sexuality. “So, you and Suki have made love?” They had been remarkably friendly and why not? Besides being sisters-in-law they’d gone through a lot in saving the world. In the weeks they’d been together in the tent here they’d often bathed together, kneeling side by side in the far corner of the tent with a bucket between them and chatting as they used washcloths to clean themselves. It was another sight the three men in the tent had enjoyed looking at.

Now he imagined them just as nude, but making love, one lying atop the other, hands caressing boobs, butts, and boxes as they kissed. This was something her mother had not done, so far as he knew. “Oh, yeah,” Katara confirmed, breaking his reverie. “It was when Aang had taken Sokka back to Piandao to get his space sword replaced. We found a Kyoshi-style bathhouse where you bathe nude and the three of us were intimate not only that afternoon but several times more in Ba Sing Se until we left then on the trip south when we left Toph in Gaoling. After that it was just Suki and me until we got to her village, then me and many of the Kyoshi Warriors there. They have that tradition since so many boys are leery of them.”

“Tui’s teeth! How many women have you made love to?”

“Eight not counting Toph and Suki– no, nine. I forgot Koko.”

“In a pile all at once?”

“Usually we’d pair off but sometimes a three-some – one sitting on my face while another tongued my quim. A few times we daisy chained –lying on our sides in a circle, giving cunnilingus to the one in front while receiving it from the one behind.” Taking that as a request he shifted down and touched her center with his tongue then slid it down and into her hole. Although he’d just had his finger’s full length inside her this was far more intimate. The rich taste of her womanhood extended down his tongue as he pushed it as deep as it would go. Drawing back just a little he used both hands at the bottom of her pudendum to spread her open, pushing outer and inner labia apart as he thrust inside, the deepest yet.

Katara groaned with this assault so Hakoda upped the stakes. Withdrawing again he moved a bit to his right to slide his tongue up her left inner labia, pushing the loose flesh against the firmer outer labia until he reached the apex of her pussy. Shifting his fingers there he pulled her apart, not only the padded tissue at the base of her love mound but also the much lusher pubic hair found there. This displayed her clitoris, so much larger, as he’d pointed out, than Kya’s had been. Not only larger around but longer. Even without pushing back the foreskin-like sheath that guarded it, it extended more than a finger joint’s length from its roots. As big around as his thumb it looked like a small penis. The lopsided glans at the tip even had a small cleft and frenulum in it. All that was missing was the small slit of her urethral meatus. That was some distance away down her vestibule.

Examination over he leaned in again to take his daughter’s most erogenous point. Sucking it into his mouth he slid down until his lips were firmly at it’s root then sucking hard he pulled back up. Knowing how much he’d liked it when Kya had done to him he made sure to press his tongue into the cleft as he left the barest end of the tip in his mouth before sliding back down. “Oh-h-h, Papa,” Katara breathed.

Encouraged, he drew back again this time clear off of the end with a quiet snick and ran his tongue clear around the shallow corona then back down, massaging the cleft a second time in female fellatio. Upping the stakes he slid his two middle fingers into Katara’s cunt,stretching the muscular passage a bit, and hooking them, massaged that textured special spot deep inside her. As he continued sucking and thrusting she began squirming on the furs, thrusting her pelvis up to meet his fingers driving them into her deeper while moaning.

The writhing and sounds increased and he relentlessly stimulated his daughter. Then with a rising shriek she bucked her box up and held it. Hakoda felt hot fluid strike his palm as her passage rhythmically squeezed his fingers. Keeping his fingers inside her he drew back as she relaxed. Eyes closed she had a slight smile on her face, both hands on her breasts with the nipples peeking between her fingers. Sometime in the past couple minutes she had released her legs and, knees apart, her feet were planted on either side of her hips. Shifting his gaze down he saw clear fluid dripping, almost cascading from his palm. “You squirted,” he said quietly.

Katara’s smile grew broader. “That happens sometime when I have a good climax.” She opened her eyes and looked down as he withdrew from her cunt. “Like just now.”

“Yet another gift from your mother – she’d squirt sometimes, too.”

He raised his arm vertically before his face then licked the fluid running down his forearm, up and to his palm, tasting sex. Katara was watching with interest then commented, “Aang sometimes lies before me, jacking my clit and tonguing my hole then catching it in his mouth when it ejects. He says it’s the equivalent of taking his cum in my mouth when I fellate him.”

A bit startled at his daughter’s blunt declaration he looked down at his cock, momentarily imagining her sucking it. It was fully erect, rising vertically from between his thighs, the glans half emerged from his foreskin. Katara had followed his gaze down and was looking at his rigid sex organ with anticipation in her eyes. “Do you want to fellate me?”

“Later; not now. I had plenty last night.” She reached out with her right hand and used her thumb and forefinger to skin the thin sheath down his cock head and lodge it behind the prominent corona. Then she encircled his shaft with her hand and squeezed it firmly. “Right now I want this inside my pussy,” she continued as a generous dollop of precum slid down the dorsal side of his glans. “Right now I want to catch your cum in my cunt, not my mouth.”

This brought back a memory of his wedding night. Katara was lying in the same position Kya had been right after he had stripped her clothes off, as well as his own, and had been equally eager to consummate their marriage. Hakoda saw that the wooden egg box was by her right shoulder. Stomach fluttering, the same it had that night, he raised up, leaned forward, and fetched it back as he settled on his ankles again. She had not released his stiff penis during the process but caressed it on her grasp and continued to slowly stroke it as he slid the lid open, extracted an egg then slid it shut. There had beent hree already missing. “So you and Aang have fucked three times?” he teased as he set the box aside.

“Fourteen; that’s the second box but I used one last night with us.”

She released his cock and moved her hand up by her shoulder to get it out of the way of her quim. He used his left hand to spread it open, found her vaginal entrance, and inserted the egg. The closed slit dilated open, closed after the egg had passed through, then dilated a second time as he followed it with his middle finger. Feeling the egg he shoved it in as deeply as he could reach.

“That cold tea Suki drinks every day keeps her from getting pregnant. No Baby Tea she calls it – NBT for short. She’s tried to get me onto it but I prefer the egg. I especially like the way if feels when it’s pushed into my cooch ‘cause it means a cock will be following soon after.” She glanced at her father’s cock. “The larger one this time.” He reached down with his left hand to place his fingers on her muff. The hair was damp from various secretions as he moved them down between her legs. When he reached her inner labia peeping from her pubic nest he teased his forefinger in between them then with the help of his middle finger parted them. This exposed the glans on her tumescent clitoris but he ignored that and slid his fingers down, displaying the rose wetness of her vestibule and the oozing, vertical slit of her vagina.

Grasping his cock at its base with his right hand he slid closer to press its clefted underside against the round head of her clit then pushed it down, following the path his fingers had taken until he reached her opening. Moving it from side to side a bit let about half his cockhead penetrate her and he paused, lifting his gaze from her quim, past her flattened breasts to her face where she was smiling with shining eyes. She gave the slightest nod and he looked down again at their joining. I can’t believe she wants me to do this, flashed through his mind instantly followed by, I can’t believe I’m taking her up on it!

He pushed forward and the head, followed by the rigid shaft of his cock,slowly disappeared into his daughter’s cunt. When about half his length was inside her she groaned, a sound of passion, not pain or regret. He understood the feeling as the squeezing tightness of her channel made him move slowly, lest he instantly climax, pushing deeper against her resistance. When his full length was inside her he announced that. She grasped behind her knees and pulled her legs wider. “I think you could manage a little bit more,” she said softly.

He obliged, pushing again to mash his pubis firmly against the vestibule between her outer labia then moved up, down, and from side to side to press the root of his penis against all sides of of her vaginal entrance. In discussions with his late wife she had said the greater sensitivity there counted for more than merely pushing in. “Oh,Papa, stir my stew. It feels so good,” she said, demonstrating he was of a similar mind. He pulled back, looking at the gleaming wetness of his cock as it emerged, then pushed it deeply into her honeypot again.

The rhythm established the two began to copulate, Hakoda taking about two seconds to thrust into her and pull back, Katara flexing her hips up to meet him. Slowly the passion rose in him. He leaned over his daughter to brace himself on extended arms and increased the force and frequency of this thrusts. He could hear the glick of her violated pussy and see the toss of her breasts as they slammed their genitals together. Attracted by the motion he grabbed her left breast to massage it, the soft tit-flesh yielding under his fingers as the stiff, brown nipple rose in the space between thumb and forefinger. She smiled up at him and began teasing her other nipple.

After another minute of hard fucking her eyes suddenly widened. “Oh,Papa, I’m there – I’m cumming!” she exclaimed and grabbed his forearms to lever her pelvis up as she widened her legs further. Mindful of what his dead wife liked Hakoda adjusted his hips and continued to thrust into his daughter, abusing her clit between them even as her spasming hole squeezed his cock. Of course this was highly stimulating and before her climax could finish his own started. Following male instincts he thrust one last time then ground against her as deep inside he began to ejaculate into her channel. “I can feel you, Papa! I can feel you cumming inside me!”

They both panted as their genitals quieted then Hakoda sat upright. Sometime in their throes Katata had released her knees so her feet were on the bed at his sides, knees still raised. Drawing back his softening penis slipped easily out of her pussy and a thread of sex fluid was suspended momentarily between them. The inevitable ennui after a really good orgasm settled upon him, compounded by the specter of incest. “What have I done?” he asked plaintively.

Katara levered herself up onto her elbows. “Given me an outstanding orgasm, that’s what,” she said looking at his wet penis. As her vestibule began to drool she reached between her legs to collect a sample then regarded the white fluid spread across two fingers. “And judging about how full I am I’d say you had a pretty good one yourself.” She licked her fingers. “Mmmm. Nothing like Daddy baby batter,” then grinned at him.

“But it’s so wrong.”

She shook her head firmly. “No, Papa. If you’d seduced me or worse, forced yourself upon me that would be wrong. That happened to a few of the Warriors – they’d joined up as an easy, honorable way to escape an intolerable life at home instigated by their fathers or other older males interested in boning them. But that’s not the case here. I offered myself of my own, free will, wanting the erotic sensations you can give and offering mine in return, like any two people who love each other.”

She sat upright, feet still spread and knees raised, and looked down at her crotch. Making small waterbending gestures with her hands she made a small, milky sphere rise, quivering in mid-air. “One nice thing about waterbenders is we never have to worry about the wet spot or cleaning the fur on our beds when we’re done,” she commented as she divided the sphere into two. She sent one into her mouth then smiling a bit sent the other towards him.

He willingly opened his mouth to let it zip inside. The taste of pussy juice and semen along with the slightly fishy flavor of the melting egg went right to his limbic system, evoking memories of when he’d gone down on Kya after they’d finished. He unfolded himself and being careful not to kick her stretched out on his back in his daughter’s bed feeling very at ease. Katara pushed herself upright then, breasts jostling, continued forward to crawl up his left side. He moved his arm out and she settled on her side against him using it as a pillow.

She reached down to grasp his soft penis, not stroking it or anything erotic, just holding it, another post-coital habit her mother’d had. “I think these are neat,” she said, “I’m so glad I have the use of both your penis and Aang’s.”

Hakoda was puzzled. He’d assumed he’d be fucking Katara only in the few weeks her boyfriend was spending flying to Kyoshi Island and back. “Incest aside won’t Aang object to sharing his girlfriend? I don’t think we could keep it a secret.”

“We won’t have to. When he gets back I fully intend to… perform with you in front of him and then to take both of you at once. He’s hardly in a position to object. That night we Did It the first time less than an hour later he was pushing his pecker into Suki’s quim while both Sokka and I watched.”

“Now, I got to hear this!” This was a whole side of his children he’d never dreamed existed. Clearly his little girl had done a lot of growing up in the two years they’d been apart, to say nothing of his son.

“Do you want just the highlights or all of the details about my sex life, Papa?”

“I want all of the – juicy details,” he said. She squeezed his penis, letting him know what she thought of his feeble attempt at a joke then started.

“Well, as you can imagine we kind of got closer together during our adventures but it wasn’t until things were resolved with Ozai’s defeat and we could catch our breath that I thought about whether I wanted to spend my life with Aang or not. After you’d left for home, one afternoon the bunch of us had gathered in Iroh’s tea shop. We were so relaxed and having a good time. Aang went outside to give Appa a bit of attention then looked out at the sunset. I’d followed him but paused in the doorway and just looked at him. Something happened in my heart and I just knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

“He heard me come up behind him and turned to look at me. I was lost in those gray eyes, so shining and so wise. We embraced and kissed…We’d kissed before, a quick peck in the, ‘sure hope we’re not gonna die in the next couple hours,’ vein but this time it was for real. I felt it not only in my heart but also down below and I felt what it must have been really like between you and Mama.”

“Yes. It’s why I never slept with anyone else after she was murdered, no friend nor even a prostitute.”

“That’s so fitting and so sad at the same time… Anyway, we’d just started to get serious about snogging when Sokka came out and totally lost his cool. He insisted I couldn’t kiss anybody in front of him and it was my sisterly duty to avoid giving him the oogies. Totally stupid after what we’d done scarcely a year before.”

“What was that?” He wondered if she’d had a predisposition towards incest after all.

“Well…”

“If you want to be my wife there can be no secrets between us. Besides after we both had – what was it? – an outstanding orgasm I’m lying here admiring your very nice titties and you lying here holding my dick.”

“Fair point. After you’d been gone a year both Sokka and I’d progressed a lot in our puberty journeys, to the point were we were masturbating several times a week. We’d pretend we didn’t hear the other and sometimes even join in when we did hear. One night Gran Gran was out and I took the opportunity to really go to town on myself. In the middle of it I looked over and instead of pretending he didn’t know what was going on, Sokka was looking right at me.

“On impulse I threw back the covers and turned so he was seeing everything and he in turn threw back his covers so I could see his stiff cock. We masturbated together and even managed to have our climaxes within a few seconds of the other. It was the first time I’d seen semen so when he rolled onto his back I crawled over to get a good look. His penis was soft but it was still dribbling and I resisted the urge to collect a sample.

“Sokka, for his part, was staring at the way my breasts hung down so I moved to straddle above him on all fours and he teased my nipples for a few moments before I laid on top of him, my head on his chest. After a couple minutes I got up, returned to my own bed, and we both fell asleep. That was the only time we did that though, but you can see why giving him the oogies sounded dumb.

“Indeed.”

“Still, Aang and I were careful after that, retreating to my room and making sure the door was locked. The first time we finally satisfied our kissing and hugging hunger. We wound up horizontal on our sides hugging each other – it felt good. The second time we were still standing and had barely started when his hand moved up and over my left boob. I broke off and stepped back. He had a look of terror on his face sure, he told me later, he’d gone too far. I reassured him by taking my blouse off and insisting he touch me under the sarashi then took that off as well and he sucked my nipples.

“That’s as far as we went for quite a while. I made love with Suki and Toph a couple more times in Ba Sing Se and on the way south to Gaoling and then with the Warriors after we arrived on Kyoshi Island. With my own room Aang and I finally had the privacy we needed for him to play with my boobs again without making Sokka mad then after several weeks I suggested we take our trousers off and neck in our undies.”

“I’d bet he was enthusiastic about that.”

“Not as much as you’d think. He was shy about his… lack of maturity. Still, after looking at my all but bare ass in the fundoshi he got erect, I straddled him and we wound up humping until we both climaxed and it was pretty messy. He ejaculated in his shorts and you’ve seen how I can squirt – my fundoshi was about as wet so the next time I suggested we spare our underwear and get naked. He wanted me to go first so I did and he played with my quim for a bit before I stripped him too.

“He might have been a bit small but his cock was as rigid as a stick. I took it into my mouth; it was only a few seconds before he filled it with his cum. I then gave a more detailed tour of my pussy. He fingered me and I showed him how to find that special spot inside so I climaxed pretty quickly then he went down on me and I had another orgasm. Pressing our luck I bended a water-sphere at my entrance and laid back as he stuck his dick in it and started thrusting. The water was was nudging my clit so I climaxed the same time he did. I can’t climax and bend at the same time so the sphere collapsed and he nearly speared me.”

“Ooof. That would have been embarrassing.”

“Truly. Neither of us were ready to go all the way quite yet and I for one, wanted the moment to be kind of special. Besides, after a few minutes I had all the penetration I could want. That love-making with Suki and Toph not only involved fingers and tongues but also my water tentacles into their various holes and wrapped around their nipples. I’d practiced a bit on myself for some time and perfected it on them but like the sphere I can’t do it to myself to a proper orgasm. He pushed a tentacle in and stretched my cunt wider than we both thought possible – he later told me it was amazing how deep he could see into me and I was walking a bit funny the next day.”

“And you did the same for his cock, I assume.”

“Not that afternoon; later.” Katara smiled. “Did good ol’ mutual oral sex instead. Anyway, except for perfecting the use of tentacles, that was the end of our progression for a while. We went no further in the village and then after moving down here couldn’ teven do the oral stuff. Under the covers was too smothery so we just fingered each other until the big night.

“Like I said, that was Laundry Night and I figured we’d be alone for a few hours. Moments after Sokka and Suki left we were both naked. I hadn’t told him what I was intending so I laid down with my legs open, and Aang ate me until I had a pretty good orgasm. Then he stood and I sucked his cock – not that he needed any help in getting harder – but I stopped before he climaxed. Since it would hardly have been the first time he came in my mouth he was disappointed but as I laid back and opened my legs again I assured him he’d get his orgasm but not from my mouth, or hands, or bended water. When I broke the seal on the Water Tribe eggs box and pushed one into my quim his eyes got big.

“He knelt in front of me, teased me with his penis a few moments, then pushed it in. It didn’t hurt – between fingers and water tentacles my maidenhead was long gone. After a couple minutes I said I wanted to hug him while we fucked so he withdrew, put part of his weight on me as he laid down, and continued thrusting until he climaxed.”

“How long did he last? With your mother and me I couldn’t have been more than two minutes, long before she climaxed.”

Katara squeezed his penis gently. “About five minutes, I guess. He was doing fine until I said I wanted to feel him cum inside me and that triggered it, I think. I didn’t climax either but I said it was okay – he’d given me a fine one when he went down on me and I wanted to be ‘there’ for his first pussy-induced climax. You know how your mind kind of goes blank in the middle of an orgasm.”

“Do I ever,” Hakoda said, remembering just a few minutes ago when he’d opened his eyes to see he was still balls deep in his daughter, not his wife, and the momentary shame had washed over him.

“Anyway,we’d just finished and were lying there with Aang still inside me when Sokka and Suki came back. Aang jumped like a startled puffin-seal using his bending to rise in the air like he does. I was completely exposed but was so startled I made no attempt to hide my cooch – it must have been quite a sight for neither of them could take their eyes off of it while they asked if it was the first time and all, then they got all horny, tore each other’s clothes off and, well, started fucking in front of us.

“To make a long story short they lasted a couple minutes before they both climaxed, Sokka pulled out, and Suki held her pussy closed as she crawled over to me. I was still lying pretty flat and Aang scrambled out of the way as she crawled over to me and reversed. She wanted to eat Aang’s cum out of my box while I ate Sokka’s out of hers. It was the first time we’d had the chance to do so and in short orderwe were doing plain old girl-on-girl oral sex.

“We climaxed pretty quickly while the boys watched and of course, they were both erect when we finished. Still on her hands and knees over me Suki then dropped her bombshell: If it was okay with Sokka and me she wanted Aang to fuck her.”

“Tui’s teeth!”

“I’ll say. It seems Aang had told Sokka and Sokka had told Suki that Air Nomads didn’t pair off like everyone else does. Instead sex is a shared commodity, within their clan on a day to day basis and the whole bunch of them once a year when they gathered together in a big meadow somewhere. Men can have several partners in an evening and so can the women, sometimes more than one at the same time. Aang hadn’t told me anything about that because he figured that was no longer an option for him and he didn’t want me doubting I was his forever girl. Suki said at least he’d get a taste of what it was like. After we thought it over both Sokka and I said we were okay with it so he moved over me and pushed his cock into Suki’s cooch – she was still kneeling above me.

“Before he could start thrusting Suki dropped her second bombshell. I’d opened my legs again for her cunnilingus. She reached down and spread my labia then invited Sokka to stick his cock into me. There was a long pause as he looked at me, thinking it over and honestly, I didn’t know if I wanted it or not. Then he said he couldn’t do it so of course, then I wanted him badly. Suki said she didn’t want to waste an erection so she took him into her mouth. She started moving back and forth letting one cock then the other into her and that triggered in me a curiosity about what two cocks at once would feel like. She told me later it was pretty erotic.”

“That might have been what triggered it but I think you already had apropensity for that from your mother.”

“What?”

“She spent an afternoon… pleasuring me and another man.”

“Who?”

“I think you can guess.”

… “Bato.”

“Got it in one.”

“This I got to hear, Papa.”

Hakoda waved dismissively. “Later, later. We can’t leave Suki stuck between two hard places.”

Katara gave him another penis-squeeze for that one then continued, “There’s not much to say about that part. Aang was stroking her just above my head. I reached up to toy with her clitty then started playing with my own. Shortly later he thrust deeply into her and came inside – I could see his taint clenching. Suki removed Sokka’s dick from her mouth to say she could feel it just as Sokka climaxed. Since she was still holding his cock he ejaculated on me instead. I looked down and there were these lines of semen all the way up from my bush to between my breasts.

“Suki climbed off then insisted Sokka clean up the mess with his tongue. He put part of his weight on me and started licking, my abdomen first then up to my torso. As he moved upward I could feel his penis dragging. About the time it got above my knees he raised up and said he’d been wanting for years to suck on my nipples. I said it was okay so he laid back down on me and took one in. Between that and playing with my titties he started getting erect again. I opened my legs a bit to let his penis slip between them and began massaging it with my thighs and pressing my pubic bone into his belly.

“I had a small orgasm and he stopped to rise to his hands and knees. He was fully erect and I raised my knees up to either side of my chest, giving him permission, as plainly as I could without saying the words, to put it in me. He still refused so Suki, not wanting to waste another erection, pulled on him to lie flat – I had to scramble out of the way – and climbed on top of him. Needless to say Aang was erect, too so I told him to lie next to Sokka and after I pushed another egg into my quim, straddled him. Suki and I kissed and played with each other’s tits while we rode our men until all four of us climaxed.”

“That must have been quite a sight,” he said, remembering watching Suki during their wedding night tryst.

“Oh, it was. When Suki and I got off both of them were pretty limp so, showing off a little on what female stamina was like we scissored, pressing our cooches together until we climaxed again, then I went down on Suki, sucked her titties and we wound up lying next to each other kissin’ and caressin’ like nobody’s business. The boys snugged up behind us; Sokka was behind me and I stroked his penis, hoping to get it hard enough to enter me but it didn’t respond.

“After a while, afraid you’d be back soon, we broke up, cleaned the place up, and retired to our own beds. I think I lasted about five minutes before I was asleep.”

“I guess – that sounded quite exhausting. So you and Aang have been making love since then?”

“Yes, very quietly. When we’re pretty sure everyone’s asleep we reverse our spoon, I stick my ass out a bit and Aang enters me from behind. I bite on my pillow to keep from crying out when I climax and Aang swears it makes my pussy squeeze his cock harder.”

“He maybe right. After you two came along we tried to keep our love-making discreet and it seemed to me your mother’s orgasms were harder when she had to keep it bottled up.”

Katara caressed his penis. “You weren’t entirely discreet. Both Sokka and I knew you were playing grown-up style, something, like brandy, we kids couldn’t do yet. Knowing what I know now, when you were on your sides the covers wouldn’t move much, but when one you was lying on top we could definitely see them rise and fall. Then when either of you got enthusiastic and sat up and covers fell down around your hips… well when it was you, you were definitely thrusting and when it was Mama she’d be bouncing up and down along with her boobs.”

Hakoda laughed and caressed a nipple. “Before you two were born I used to play with them when she’d do that. After, it was only when we could talk mother into taking you somewhere I could indulge and I missed doing it anytime I liked.”

Releasing his cock Katara rose up, making her breast slide from under his hand. He felt it drag over his chest as with a twinkle in her eye she leaned in for a quick buss on the lips. “Well, that’s another reason to indulge in fucking your daughter then, isn’t it. Of course, you’ll have to share with Aang and I’ll find out what getting both boobs sucked on at once feels like.” She kissed him again. “Anyway, Suki and I talked it over and came to the conclusion that Sokka’s reluctance is equal parts not wanting to displease her and the incest thing. I told her my intentions with you and we figured his seeing you and me like this would take care ofthe latter. She’s going to work on the former while they’re away. There’s a new Warrior, Ty Lee, a former ally of Azula. She has these humongous tits and an insatiable appetite for cock. Sokka will be easy prey for her and once that seal is broken, so to speak, we’ll see how he feels about the banging his sister.”

She settled back onto his arm and they started caressing each other’s erogenous points again. “So that’s my story and why I’m okay with incest. Now it’s your turn to talk about Mama, Bato, and you.”

“There’s not much to say. After we’d finished a particularly good session and were cuddling I asked your mother if there was anything we hadn’t done yet she’d like to try.  She kind of hesitated, afraid I would feel like I couldn’t satisfy her, but I coaxed out of her she’d like to try two cocks at once. I was fine with that and the rest is history. You know what a reputation Bato has with the women; you can imagine what it was like nearly twenty years ago.”

“When we were with him at that Earth Kingdom abbey I… had the impression he’d talked his way into some of the nuns’ beds. They were living a simple life. Do EK nuns take a vow of celibacy?”

“Beats me.”

“So, now it’s your turn to give with the juicy details.”

“Are you sure you want to hear about your mother with her ass in the air?” Katara merely answered by squeezing his penis. “Alright, alright. Where to begin?

“We talked about inviting him on his birthday. We figured that was the perfect excuse to have him over for luncheon – you remember what a sucker he was for your mother’s seaweed noodles. After we finished eating we all stood and he kissed her on the cheek saying how delicious the food was and made ready to leave. She said, ‘Hold on. I have another present to give you.’ He, of course asked what was it and she answered by opening her day robe and dropping it to the floor, saying, ‘Me.’

“His eyes about popped out of his head – despite how close we were he’d never seen her naked before. He looked to me for confirmation and I said, ‘Go ahead, old friend,’ as I shed my robe and stepped over to your mother. She dropped to her knees and started sucking on my dick, making lots of noise. He started shucking his clothes and by the time he was finished I was pretty hard so she took him into her mouth to get him ready as well.”

“Was it exciting watching her suck on another man’s penis? Suki didn’t do that on our first night, just took Aang into her quim while sucking on Sokka but I imagine she did it the first night out when they left.”

“Boy is it ever. You’ve been doing oral sex for some months so you know how you’re too close to really see anything when you’re giving and distracted when you’re receiving. I watched her coax his cock into life then suck on his balls plus lick the shaft and around the rim all the time making these appreciative noises, more than she did with me. I think she was showing off a little.”

“Aang said the monks told him sex as a shared commodity was done byeverybody way back when it was all hunter-gatherers – that’s why Suki offered herself – but as civilization settled on some with a sense of property and making sure your heir is your kid, they fell away from it. He guessed since we do share somethings that path is weaker for Water Tribe people than either EarthKingdom or Fire Nation, that we’d be more likely to indulge in it than they would be, but less than the Air Nomads of old.”

“Maybe but I’ve never heard of anyone else in our village doing that, not even rumors.”

“Well, it’s not like either you or Bato went around bragging about it and I’m sure Mama kept her mouth shut even with her friends. Anyway, you two were standing there, all rampant, while she was kneeling in front of you. Did she finish the job?”

“Like you were with Aang, not with her mouth. When she was satisfied on how hard we were she laid back and we played with her boobs for a few minutes, sucking on both her nipples then took turns eating her box and putting fingers into her while licking her clitty. After she’d had a couple climaxes we were both kneeling on either side of her hips and after I pushed an egg inside her I told her she got to choose who was first.

“She said the old and familiar so I looked at Bato and said, ‘It looks like sloppy seconds for you, old chum.’ He just gave me that deadpan look and said, ‘Gosh,’ so I laid on top of her, guided my cock into her, and started thrusting slowly. She hooked her knees over my shoulders and was pretty well bent double. He moved behind us and said he could see me violating her pussy, which was a big turn on. I stayed slow and she started making these noises so I figured she was liking it – she told me later she though being watched turned her on as well.”

“The airbender monks figured women are so noisy when making love is them saying, ‘Come and join the fun,’ evidence that sex was meant tobe shared.”

“Maybe so. She certainly climaxed easier than usual and when she did I took that as permission to go to town and she climaxed again before I had my own orgasm. When I’d finished ejaculating I climbed off and she laid there with her knees up, legs open, and eyes half closed. I pushed another egg into her then spread her knees a bit farther apart. ‘She’s all yours,’ I said.

“Bato hadn’t lost his erection one little bit. He slid over and finished the job of opening her legs before he grasped his cock and bent it down to tease her clitoris with it. She’d recovered by that time and smiled up at him while massaging her own breasts. He then pushed his penis down her groove, rose up a bit, and wedged the head inside her entrance. With a nod from her he pushed inside and started stroking her slowly only he lifted her hips with his hands instead of leaning over her.

“I think he’s a better cocksman than I. He’s certainly been in more pussies, dozens to my–” He glanced at his daughter. “–two. Either that or the novelty of it being their first fuck, she started moaning right away and saying things like, ‘Oh, Bato.’ I mighthave been jealous except it was incredibly erotic, watching another man’s cock slide in and out of my wife’s cunt.”

Hakoda paused, then went on softly. “You know, I’ve masturbated a lot these past six years, remembering your mother and the intimacy we had for so long. The moment I picture in my mind the most though was when my best friend was fucking her. Funny, isn’t it?” Shaking off the reverie he continued, “So, he gave her two climaxes and then triggered a third with his own. They lay quiet for a few moments then he pulled out of her and started to stand, thanking her for a most enjoyable afternoon and the best birthday ever.

“She said, ‘Stop right there, buster. We haven’t had the main eventyet!’ which confused him. She rolled over onto her front then raised her ass with her elbows on the bed showing us her entire pussy. As you can imagine, with two loads of cum in her it was pretty well running over. Knowing what she wanted I fetched another egg and shoved it in her then mounted her myself – with what I’d just witnessed I didn’t need any encouragement getting an erection. I thrust into her a couple of times and all this semen I’d displaced came gushing out before she raised onto her hands and told Bato, ‘Now give me your cock and I’ll suck it.’

“He was still limp from his climax but she made short work of getting him hard again and he started thrusting into her mouth while I was thrusting into her pussy. In no time the three of us got synchronized, your mother bouncing back and forth between the two of us while we thrust into her, top and bottom. He even grabbed the back of her head to force his cock down her throat a couple of times, just for a few seconds.”

“Aang’s still small enough I can take all of him into my mouth, but he’s getting bigger all of the time. Maybe I can practice with you. Not right now, though.”

“Yes, not today,” he said, marveling at just how wanton his little girl had become in scarcely two years. Or was it there all the time and just needed the experience of saving the world to come out? “So after we’d rested a bit she took us both on again, this time she was on her side, Bato straddling her lower leg while holding theupper vertical as he thrust into her quim and me thrusting into hermouth. It took a while this time and before we men climaxed she asked we cum on her instead and laid flat.

“It being our third ejaculation in an hour or so neither of us had much left and it wasn’t very forceful but I managed to deposit some between her tits and Bato just above her bush. She lay there anointing her nipples and smearing a swath up her belly. Bato and I glanced at each other then back to your mother thoroughly enjoying herself with our semen.

“That pretty well signaled the end of the festivities. Bato pulled hisclothes back on – he didn’t bother with a fundoshi – and bussed her goodbye while she guided a hand up to her breast. I was surprised he could navigate the way back to his tent. We both were exhausted. We fell into our bed and hugged each other for a few moments before falling asleep, roused ourselves late that evening long enough to have a naked cold supper, then dropped off again.

“We woke up in the morning and after washing thoroughly – if you’ve dealt with stale sex-fluids you’ll know why – finally got dressed and went about the day’s business. It wasn’t until that evening we resumed our usual fucking routine.”

“Wow, that sounds incredible. Did you ever do it again?”

“No,” Hakoda said, sounding a bit regretful. “We talked about it but just didn’t manage to do it. Then Sokka and you arrived and complicated the logistics of not shocking you kiddos and then she was murdered all too soon and that was that.”

“Well, now I want to take on you and Aang at the same time more than ever. It sounds incredible. Plus, if Suki can talk Sokka out of his no fucking his sister attitude I fully intend on having all three of you plugged into me.”

Hakoda looked at his daughter in astonishment. “That means you’d have a cock up your ass.”

Katara shrugged. “Of course. Don’t forget I’ve had a tentacle up there and I found it pleasurable.” A thoughtful look came over her face. “I think Aang should be first – boyfriend and all that. Besides, he smaller than you. Anyway, didn’t you ever do Mama in the ass? From what you just told me, I’d be surprised if you said no.”

“Well… yes.” He remembered the times he’d drilled Kya into the bed face down in her back hole instead of her pussy, the way her ass flattened as he pressed his whole length into her.

“Like mother, like daughter. If nothing else I’d be able to one-up her by having two men fore and aft, not just end to end.”

He pictured Aang lying in his back and Katara on top of him, smiling with her legs open and just his ball bag visible outside her anus as she spread her cunt open. Before he could mount her it changed toAang and him standing with her sandwiched between them, her ass pressing against his hips closer than ordinarily possible. Aangwould have to be on a box to get his cock at the same level. The vision changed again to him and Sokka. He wouldn’t need a box to indulge in sister/daughter double anal incest. Katara’s next words snapped him back to reality.

“Also, there’s a special bonus for you: Suki wants to try your cock in a three- or four-way as much as I do. When she told me how two at once feels it was the next logical step. We were wondering if a third cock would be that much better than two or diminishing returns. We won’t know until we’ve tried it.”

“Well, I—”

“—Aw,come on, Papa. I’ve seen the way you looked at her tits when she accidentally flashed them. They’re big enough you just want to bury your face between them going, ‘Bub-bub-bub-bub.’ I know ‘cause I’ve done it. So has Sokka. Probably so has Aang by now. And on top of that, imagine muff diving into that auburn minge of hers. How can you say no?”

In truth he was finding it hard to say no. Besides his daughter-in-law’s fair skin, besides pubic hair in a different color than he’d seen all his life it was sparser. What would it be like not having to look for a pussy but finding it right there? What would it be like fucking another man’s wife – his son’swife – while he watched? What would it be like fucking at all while a small crowd saw everything? In the years the Southern Fleet had been abroad, quite a few times on shore leave his crew had hired some prostitute and then basically gang-banged her. He’d been invited several times but always declined, thinking of his beloved Kya. Now was his chance to find out what it was like.

Katara broke through his reverie. “So, you’ve told me about Bato and you with her. Now I want to knew about the first time you did it with her.”

“Well, it wasn’t nearly as complicated as your story and it was when we were both fourteen. That’s why I can’t really chastise you being so young, although picking a twelve-year old for a partner might be pushing it, you cradle robber.”

“Technically Aang is a hundred and twelve so if anybody’s robbing a cradle it’s him – except for the fact that I basically seduced him.”

“And it was your mother who seduced me. We’d kissed clumsily a few times over the years and done some hugging but nothing more. We didn’t feel any pressure to get on with it and a lack of privacy in our families’ tents didn’t help any–” He rolled a nipple lightly between thumb and forefinger. “–not even Laundry Night.” She squeezed his penis in retaliation.

“So one fine summer day I was going to take a canoe fishing and your mother invited herself along. I paddled out until I found what looked like a likely spot, barely still in sight of the shore. I’d baited a hook and just started paying out a hand line when the canoe started rocking from side to side. ‘Watch it; you’re going to swamp us,” I said as I turned around to see what she was doing. She was lying on her back with one leg in the air as she removed her remaining boot. I was wondering why she’d done that when she reached under her blouse and unfastened her trousers.

“Momentarily lifting her hips she pushed it down her thighs and past her knees to the bottom of the canoe. She rolled to get upright on her knees and very carefully got the trousers past her knees and tossed them aside. Her blouse was halfway down her thighs and I was still puzzled about what she was up to when she grasped the hem and raised it just under her breasts. She had no fundoshi on and I could see the triangle ofher pubic hair. ‘I thought it was time we showed each other everything,’ she said then laid back with her legs open and knees raised.

“Erotic pictures were scarcer back then; there were none in the village so far as I knew. All I had to go on about what a girl looked like down there were what some of the older boys had told me and as it turned out they were not a hundred percent accurate. Like yours her pubic hair was thick enough to hide where her outer labia came together. I crawled closer, between her knees, and reached out hesitantly. She nodded and I reached deep between her legs and used my thumbs to spread her open there. As I moved them up towards her lovemound her inner labia were exposed, ruffled, dark-edged, and long enough to hide her vestibule. I captured those labia between thumb andforefinger on both sides and pulled. They were amazingly stretchy and I finally saw her pink center.

“Above were more lips, hiding her clitoris. I couldn’t really make out where her urethral opening was – she had to show me later when I asked where she peed from – but further down I could see her closed vagina. I caressed there a couple times then went up and toyed with her clitoris – I’d been told how pleasurable that was for a girl. She invited me to put a finger inside her, then two. She was warm and slippery so I started stroking her and playing with her clit. She was thrashing around and moaning then had, what I figured out later, a small orgasm – I’d never seen one in a girl.

“After resting a few moments she sat up and said it was time to see what I was made of. I rose to my knees, opened my trousers, and pushed them down. As I was raising my blouse she said, ‘Come closer,’ and reached out to unravel my fundoshi. I was quite erect of course and my dick bounded out to aim at her. She looked impressed and reached out to cup my balls a moment then wrapped her hand around the shaft. She squeezed it playfully then used her thumb to push my foreskin off of the head. She said her mother had told her what a man’s member looked like and began stroking it.”

“She didn’t go down on you? When I saw Aang naked in my room his erection was an obvious target.”

“No. At that age we hadn’t really heard of oral sex and it never occurred to us. By the time we were wed two years later we had and made it a big part of our wedding night but not that afternoon.”

“Ah. Suki had told Toph and me how much fun it was taking Sokka in her mouth but even before then Gran Gran had said rather obliquely there are three places a woman can take a man’s cock.”

“Great minds think alike,” he smiled. “I said the exact same thing to Sokka when I was telling him about girls.”

“So, there you were with her hand wrapped around your dick. She didn’t finish you off?”

“No. Like your first time going all the way with Aang she hadn’t told me her intentions. She released me, laid back and arranged her blouse to show her pussy again, then produced an egg she’d stolen from her mother. She pushed it into her quim, rolled over, raised her ass. and said said, ‘Well? I want you to make me yours forever.’

“She was on her elbows and her legs were well apart so her nethers were pretty well displayed so I didn’t need a second invitation. I knelt behind her, grasped my penis and swiped up and down her vestibule a couple times to part her inner labia and locate her opening. I pushed about half the head in and asked, ‘Ready?’ ‘Anxious,’ she replied. Putting my hands on her hips I pushed in and felt a resistance. Looking down at where we were joined I pushed harder, suddenly it gave way and I was halfway inside as she gave a little squeak. I paused, hoping I hadn’t hurt her too much but all she said was, ‘More.’

“I’d heard about guys going off too quick their first time so I pushed the rest of the way into her as slowly as I could. Tui’s teeth is felt good, all hot and slippery and squeezing. I pulled most of the wayout and pushed in a second time. Despite trying to be careful I was done. Even though she was nowhere near a climax, deep inside her I started throbbing – she said later she could feel it – and I truly made her mine and became hers as well.”

“That’s what I told Aang when he was too quick. He’d already given me an oral orgasm and I wanted to be there when he ejaculated inside my pussy the first time. Who knows how long we’d have laid there if we hadn’t been interrupted by Sokka and Suki’s early return.”

“We didn’t have to worry about that but being on your knees and elbows in a rocking canoe bottom isn’t comfortable. I backed out of her, she rolled onto her side and I laid on mine next to each other. We billed and cooed a while with her holding my wet penis and me slipping two fingers into her wet quim. I asked if we could go again but she said while her mother wouldn’t notice one missing egg, two would be pushing it. Then she rolled onto her back and started masturbating. Like you and Sokka I joined in, kneeling between her legs. She came first, squirting this milky fluid out of her hole. I couldn’t tell how much was semen and how much was her contribution. That made me cum, of course. I propped over her on one arm as I furiously stroked my dick and aimed at her belly button – I didn’t want to get any near her opening.

“After that we were pretty well satiated. She pulled up her trousers and I got back into mine. Neither of us bothered with our knickers. When I checked the hand line I’d tied off there was a fish on it, a pretty good-sized one, so we could head back right away. As I paddled she knelt in front, looking out over the water. Knowing she was bare-assed under her trousers I imagined what she’d look like, a nude sea-goddess or something.

“Anyway, while we managed to get in some serious snogging over the next two years, that was the only time we did that until our wedding night.” Hakoda smiled. “We’d learned about oral sex by then so I was able to give her a couple orgasms with my tongue and succeeded that night with my dick. She reciprocated the next morning, wanting to get a full load.”

Katara sat up and looked around. Finding the egg box she slid it open and plucked out an egg. Casually she opened her legs, rolled her pelvis, and spread her labia wide to insert the egg. “So, Mama made her cooch safe like this.” She rolled over onto her hands and knees, sank to her elbows, and cocked her hips as she spread her legs wider. “And offered her pussy like this.”

Indeed, she had. Hakoda’s mind went back to that magical afternoon. Over the years Kya had matured a bit – still quite desirable in his mind but not as youthful as she’d been at fourteen. Her daughter, within a few months of what she’d been then, was offering a young cunt that brought back all of the thoughts and sensations. “Yes, but she was bare only from the waist down, not all over. I didn’t see what her boobs looked like until our wedding night.” Katara’s boobs had moved in all sorts of wonderful ways when she had been making her preparations.

“Well?” she echoed her mother. “I want you to make me yours forever.”

Hakoda rose to his knees. “The other thing that is different is, well… I’m not an impressionable fourteen-year old any more.”

Katara looked under her left arm. While his penis was a reasonable size despite all of the sex-talk there was no trace of an erection. The foreskin had slipped back over his glans as it hung down in front of his pendulous ballsack. “Well, you ate my box earlier,” shesmiled, “I suppose I owe you one in return.”

She rose off of her elbows, turned around to face him on her hands and knees, then crawled towards him. “You don’t owe me anything,” he said as he admired watching her hanging breasts sway as they had when she offered the tea. “I like tonguing pussy.”

“And I like sucking cock, especially since I’ve done it so many times more than the dozen or so times I’ve fucked one. Suki was right. Copulation is very satisfying but there’s nothing quite so intimate as getting a sudden mouthful of ejaculate.”

As she spoke she reached out to pass her hand behind his balls in their hanging sack and pulled them towards her. She kissed one orb then the other before returning to the first to suck the whole thing into her mouth and pull it away from its companion. After caressing it with her tongue through his scrotum she released it then repeated the process on the other side. Katara is not my innocent little girl anymore, Hakoda thought as she stimulated his genitals. As if she’d read his mind she released him a second time, lifted his still limp penis,and put her tongue in that small hollow where its root and ballbag were joined. She licked from there up the length of his soft shaft just to the side of the urethral tube, across over the head’s clefted underside hidden in its skin sheath, then down the other sideof the tube.

Drawing back a bit she studied the hole in the tip of the foreskin. “I’m going to have to learn how to play with this,” she commented. “Aang’s is missing.” She drilled into it with the tip of her tongue, found the cockhead within, and toyed with the small slit of his meatus.

As she stretched it open he felt an agreeable sensation. “You’re doing just fine,” he assured her then added, “Oh, Spirits, more than fine,” when she pursed her mouth small, applied it to the tip and smoothly sucked his glans out of its cocoon, into her mouth, and continued forward filling her mouth with soft penile flesh until her lips pressed against his pubis. Only a moment later, sucking hard she drew back, stretching his member to its limit, only releasing it at the end so his foreskin remained skinned back from the head.

With all the stimulation it was beginning to erect and she encircled it with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. She stroked the wet shaft encouraging it to lengthen then looked up at him with impish eyes as she bent it horizontal and stuck out her tongue to caress again the clefted underside. With this dual attention within moments his cock was fully hard, the foreskin trapped behind the engorged acorn of his glans. Breaking her gaze she rose up a bit,opened her mouth wide and engulfed it, forcing it into her mouth until he could feel the constriction of her throat. Drawing back she repeated the process several times, making guck sounds but failing to get his full length into her mouth, a good three finger-widths remaining outside.

Giving up she released his penis. It flipped up and bounced once coming to rest as a forty-five degree erection. “You’re so much bigger than Aang,” she said. “I’ll have to practice getting you down my throat. Suki was still working on taking all of Sokka’s cock when she left.”

“It took your mother a while, too. It helps if you can make your mouth-to-throat passage as straight as possible,” her father advised. “In any event I wouldn’t mind a bit if you finished me off practicing.”

“Nope. I want to continue reenacting your deflowering Mama,” Katara saidas she moved away from him. Assuming her former position, on knees and elbows, ass towards him to offer her cunt, she reminded him, “I’ve already got that egg inside me.” As her father knee-walked behind her she cleared her throat and repeated, “I want you to make me yours forever.”

She was irresistible. Hakoda reached out and caressed her round ass with both hands dipping his thumbs into her nether cleavage. Given her hair and long inner labia, like her mother he could not make outwhere her vagina was. The area was wet though, wetter than it had been before her fellatio – sucking his cock must have turned her on. Down below her outsized clitoris peeked at him in its nest. Grasping his penis he swiped it up and down her vestibule, using its blunt head to part her labia, tease her clitty, then find her opening. With half the head inside her he put his hands on her hips and said, “Ready?”

“Anxious.” She’d remembered her line.

She had no maidenhead left but he simulated rupturing it by pushing the slightest amount in, pausing, then suddenly sliding half his length inside, making her gasp. As he paused again she said her next line,“More.” He obliged by slowly pushing the rest of his penis into her tight channel. Drawing back he pushed in again until he was pressed against the two round moons of her ass.

“This is as long as I lasted with your mother,” he said. “Experience and maybe age is making me last longer this time. How is it for you?” He continued his slow pulling back and thrusting in as she formed her answer.

“Outstanding. This is the first time I’ve done it like this. That first night I was on my back the first time, and straddling Aang the second. He’s been putting it in me from behind since then but on our sides under the covers, not nearly as deep as you. Suki told me like this she can really feel Sokka’s cock delving into her and boy, was she right!”

“I can make it even better,” Hakoda said and subtly adjusted the angle of her hips as he slightly picked up the pace of his thrusts.

“Oh, wow! You’re pressing into that special spot!”

“Your mother had it, remember? We spent a fair amount of time figuring out the best way of stimulating it in various positions. This is the easiest but there are others almost as good.”

“I’m a lucky girl, then. You’ll have to teach Aang – Oh-h-h-h-h! Oh-h-h-h-h! Oh-h-h-h-h!”

Kya had made similar noises when she was approaching the extraordinary orgasms her special spot would give her when properly stimulated. He responded by redoubling his thrusts, the jiggling curves of her ass making a popping sound when he slammed into them.

“Suh– something’s nudging my clit,” she reported.

Probably my balls, he thought. They were touching something between her legs when they swung forward at the end of each thrust. Silently, inexorably, he stimulated his daughter’s erogenous zones, her outsized clit at the base of her lovemound, the muscular channel of her cunt, and the special, textured spot within it. He was thrusting hard enough now the sex fluids being pulled out of her were whipped into a dull white meringue. Slowly the accumulation spread as he pushed back into her, distributed into a wet film extending up his lower abdomen almost to his navel and spreading from the valley between her rounded cheeks outward and upward.

He could see her anus moving back and forth and when the flood reached it dipped the thumb of of his right hand into the space between them where his cock was sliding in and out of her hole, collected a generous sample of the fluid there, then raised it up to her nether hole. After anointing the ruffled rim he pressed it into her up to the second knuckle. As the digit entered her Katara exclaimed, “Yes, Papa! Violate my back hole! Now I really want a cock there!”

She pushed back to meet his thrusts. He withdrew and put both hands on her hips to pull her onto his rigid cock. The soft flesh of her ass and the muscular flesh of his belly made popping sounds as they collided. She howled long and hard, drew a breath in, then said,“You’re stroking that spot! I’ve gotten off with fingers there but Aang’s cock isn’t quite up to the job yet! Yes, Papa! Yes-s-s!” and howled again as she began to shudder. Hakoda kept plunging into his daughter and her cunt clenched his invading cock as the shudders devolved into involuntary twitching squeezing its rigid visitor.

The clenching triggered his own climax and as she slumped to put her shoulders onto the furs they were copulating on leaving her ass raised he grabbed a double handful of her hips, pulled himself deeply into her and held it as pulse after pulse of semen filled her belly. “I can feel it,” she murmured. “I can feel your cum filling me.” He held the pose a long moment as his orgasm trailed off then pulled out of Katara’s belly. Still half-erect his dripping penis angled downward and he looked up from it at her wet entrance. One last twitch made bubbled, white fluid appear momentarily making him think that he’d inseminated his daughter a second time this morning, three times in all counting last night.

The thought of incest was not nearly as shocking as it had been when they’d first coupled earlier, the pleasure overriding any shame. Sliding his hands down her legs he rolled over to lie on his back his now deflated dick lolling on his belly. Breasts swaying, Katara shifted to lie beside him on her side, propped up on one elbow so she could look down upon him. “I think penises are neat,” she commented and she reached out to caress his. “In fact, I think if I was a man I’d still want to play with someone else’s.”

“If you had a man’s mind you’d find pussies pretty inviting,”Hakoda countered. “I certainly do.”

“I suppose. Perhaps I’d be a little bisexual, like I am now with my friends who are girls.”

“Maybe, but as close as Bato and I were, I’ve never had the slightest desire to handle his package, not even when we were sharing your mother.”

She looked at him with impish eyes. “So, how about sharing your daughter with him?”

“That would be a hard no.” He loved his friend but the thought of him sticking his cock into his little girl gave him the willies.

She faux-pouted. “Darn. Guess I’ll have to accept two-thirds incest, then, instead of half.”

The same image flashed into his mind as a few minutes before: The three of them, Aang, Sokka, and himself swarming Katara, pushing their peckers into every hole she had, smiling at each other over her violated flesh. Then it changed to Suki’s more muscular body. Would it feel any different to his cock? Would if feel any different to his mind? Despite these salacious thoughts his penis remained limp in her grasp. For the moment he was satiated. He stirred to sit up. “Time for breakfast.”

She released him and stirred herself. “Okay, Papa.”

He raised a forestalling hand. “You did enough yesterday. My turn now.”

She settled back with a smile. “Okay, but you know what I’m going to be thinking of.” She dipped her hand down to her muff as an obvious hint. “I haven’t sucked you to climax yet.”

That distracted a little as he knelt before the provisions chest to rummage for some smoked whitefish and potatoes in a rich roux, his favorite hearty breakfast. It looked like he was going to need it.