...was priceless the way he looked: eyes wet, cheeks red, features contorted as if he were holding back something.
"It only hurts when you don't touch it," he stammered.
"Hm." Sokka looked at Katara. "Daydreaming? You must be tired!"
Stunned out of the trance, she looked at her brother and smiled. "What is it?"
"Nothing, er, I mean if you are too tired?"
"It's just my hand that's sore."
Katara blushed. She did not resist when Sokka pulled away the blanket. He was not naked but the arousal could be seen through the undergarments.
Sokka stripped and Katara stared. She saw his penis standing almost straight. Its shaft was smooth and its head was covered by foreskin. Shoots of curly, black hairs dotted its base. And though she could not see it she knew his scrotum was tight.
"It's just as fun if you just watch," he said and she recalled other boys, too, getting excited, growing erect, and ejaculating all over themselves just by letting her get a peak of what they hid between their legs. "There's nothing wrong with a guy showing a girl how she makes him feel."
"Nothing wrong at all." She kissed his cheek and wrapped her arm under his head. "It's always, quite, flattering."
He gripped his erection and retracted his foreskin.
She giggled, remembering how she rolled back Koga's foreskin that was when he could not resist anymore.
Koga took Katara's hand and wrapped it about his shaft: stro...