Breakfast is Served

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

Ina had moved to their kitchen to cook everyone breakfast, all while Tori and Rivrar sat at their small table. She watched her boyfriend’s muscles intensely, obviously tuning out his gibberish words as much as the rest of them.

Taking the risk, Bran walked back over to his aunt and placed a gentle hand on her bubble butt.

No screaming or upsetness this time, but then he had made that normal. Instead he had to change the pace a little to test the earrings were working. Taking her long hair, moving it to the side, and then landing a long seductive lip nibble into her exposed neck.

“Hmmm…” was all that escaped her lips. It wasn’t even that intense to perhaps warrant a moan, but the sound of her pent up sex drive was enough to make Bran much more interested in fucking her properly. The beauty had teased him for so long, and now he was able to rub himself along her entire body. Laying ownership to the one woman he thought he could never have.

She actually tilted her face invitingly at him and he lurched down to attach his lips to hers. He wasn't much for kissing but this felt damn right.

He cupped her tits, little handfuls, with hardened nipples, standing proudly against the fabric of her top like little diamonds, showing she'd clearly enjoyed his hands on her or maybe just getting to see his big swinging dick.
Bran withdrew, his fingers still caressing her perky breast, as his other hand explored the rounded expanse of her enticing buttock. With a sly grin, he looked down at her and playfully inquired, "You didn't mind that, did you, Auntie?

Ina smiled warmly at Bran, her eyes sparkling with a mix of familiarity and maybe just a bit of excitement, "Of course not, Bran." She reached back and patted the side of his face, "My big, strong nephew, always just taking what you want."

He barked a laugh with smack to that ass, sending her cheek jiggling, "You know it!" With a grin over his shoulder he told Rivrar, "I'm going to be helping myself to your girl's pussy too, buddy!"

The big man just let the words wash over him. “While I have my obvious reservations, if the will of the universe finds your words true then there is little I can do to stop you, oh Branathon.”

“Goddamn you suck. Where the hell did you find this guy, Tori?”

Rivrar continued to cosmically wade in life’s great puddle of time, “I simply hope you’d request consent from all parties f-”

“Hold on. You’re FINALLY going to use THAT on me?!” The cousin gasped out, her interest clear and her pussy moistening once more. Bustling onto the table to show herself off, “Oh spirits, pussy or tits whatever it wants I will be there.”

"...it seems like it is given. Let me provide some proper waterbending succor in your time of need." Rivrar stepped into Tori's room and returned with a lidded pot. Opening it as he set it on the kitchen table he leaped into a way too expansive dance-like bending routine that nearly saw half a dozen items knocked from the counters in this cramped space and a good pint of liquid flowed out of the pot.

The swirling lubricant formed a cylindrical tube roughly the size of Bran's limp shaft, as Rivrar skillfully maneuvered it through the air with a flurry of exaggerated movements.

Bran grimaced and threw out a warning hand, "Woah there, hold your ostrich-horses!"

He looked back and forth between his two female family members. Ina was happy enough to cut her vegetables with her wobbling ass in his hand while Tori was just standing there on the other side of the small kitchen, one arm pressing into her chest as its fingers softly played upon her throat as she stared intently, "...going to just destroy that pussy…"

Bran wasn't actually sure he was down for a drilling first thing in the morning. Felt like you were supposed to work-up to that sort of thing. Then his eye fell upon the medium sized bowl of rice porridge on the table. He got a sort of evil idea as he recalled all the crazy things he'd made common place back at the police headquarters.
Sliding his hand down her soft belly, he asked Ina, "Hey auntie, you set aside some of that Jook for me?"

"Um… I can if you want. We usually just help ourselves."

"No, I mean everyone normally always sets a portion of food aside when they are preparing meals, you know, for that very small number of folks who don't like having a hot load of nut-sauce added to the mixings or lathed on top." He reached down and lifted his shaft, drawing attention to his dangling testicles, "And I think I'm about ready to deliver the first load of the day. I know everyone normally enjoys all types of seed but my nuts are the real deal. You know what they normally say: the bigger the balls the better the sauce!"

His insane declaration didn't provoke much of a reaction. Tori just stared at his balls while Rivrar concentrated on keeping his tunnel of lube hovering in the air. Ina nodded along before making a gentle, "Oh, I forgot, Bran. Just make sure you scoop some out before you cum in the bowl. I'll remember next time."

Bran's snort of awed amusement blasted out to send some of his aunt's hair flying away from her face as he heard her casually drop the concept of him cumming in the meal she was preparing. The power of these tiny earrings never ceased to amaze him, could this really even be called bending? This sort of thing had to be the realm of the Spirits, right?

Bran confidently approached the bowl of Jook, his gaze lingering on his family members with a playful smirk. "So, you guys are really eager for me to give your breakfast a special touch, huh?"
He held his glans over the bowl of starchy paste that Ina would be adding her veggies to soon and began stroking his shaft.

A healthy flow of precum was already gushing forth from his piss slit, splattering into the rice and pooling out into the center. With a satisfied grunt, Bran began to rub his member faster, enjoying the sensation of the syrupy fluid flowing into the bowl.

"Spirits, that looks good," Tori mumbled. She had moved to sit in a chair, her hands now both massaging her tits as her eyes fixated on the Jook. Then she suddenly caught herself and dropped her hands, giving Bran a familiar bratty look as she snapped, "Well, Bran, that is what we keep you around for - an endless supply of Heavy Sac Sauce." She scoffed while rolling her eyes, “You know if we could have your useful pussy destroyer survive without your sorry ass we would have years ago!” Then her eyes seemed to unfocus again, the longing in her soul taking over once more, “...or at least given your dick to Rivrar… that thing on his body… hnnngg…” His cousin was literally twitching her eye at the immense horny feelings she was having for his dick. It was really letting Bran let loose on his masturbation into her Jook.
Bran just rolled his eyes at her weird imagination amalgamation, “You’d still be stuck with his brain.”

“Ah, the cosmic brilliance of one’s birthing semen in breakfast Jook. Seed and rice, together in perfect harmony as the Avatar truly intended. If only I had my clay I would construct us a statue to forever immortalize this moment!” The muscly ‘poet’ continued to pontificate, even as his hands grew tired and the water began to waver, “Um, are you going to be requiring my lubrication service any time soon, Branathon?”

“Ha, fine. Listening to you prattle on is making it hard to ejaculate anyway,” Bran said with an eye roll as the motion of the waterbender's hands changed and his cockhead was suddenly introduced to the floating cylinder of swirling lube, the feeling not unlike dipping his dick into a pool of water from the side.

Every inch of his lengthy tool was soon engulfed and his hands were slipping and sliding on the warm gel. All the while Rivrar's tube of lube felt like it was moving with the motion of his fists, the sound of slapping wet meat ringing out through the kitchen.

Bran was just starting to really grunt as he enjoyed one hell of a good jerk session when he opened his eyes and noticed that the two women in the small space were just sitting there watching passively, Ina having finished with her chopping and deposited her vegetables in the Jook, while the two men were the active ones during this little moment. Rivrar's hands were moving in the air as Bran stroked and the obnoxious monk had a dopey grin on, teeth shining pearly white in that dark face.
Oh fucking damnit...

He had made it normal for waterbenders to just love lubing up real cocks like his hadn't he?

“Tori? Lend me your tits before your boyfriend nuts himself, will ya?"

The girl practically leapt up at the chance, ripping her soiled bra off and letting her impressive milkers jump free. “OKAY!” She exclaimed while crossing the gap and latching onto her cousin’s cock as quick as she could.

She marveled at the heat and hardness of the pussy destroyer. She’d obviously had a long night of admiring it but there was no way she’d ever get sick of something this amazing. Her soft large baps had plenty of space to try and get a good angle on her favorite pussy destroyer. Bran didn’t move his aim from the bowl of Jook, so Tori had to try and jerk him off with her big tits as best she could. That was what her tits were for, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the process of making breakfast. The wetness making her boobs rather slippery as she rubbed up and down his shaft with vigorous speed. Rivrar and Ina were just watching with interest, both rather amazed by the sight of the bratty Tori doing something so nice for everyone as milking Bran’s nuts.

It wasn’t too long before the heat of the room became too much for Bran. His cock having been unknowingly teased by Tori’s trapped mouth the last few hours anyway, he found himself building towards the protein finale. With one final grunt the deed was done.

His cockhead splattered hard and fast into the Jook. Spilling over the bowl, shooting deep into the rice, overflowing and cascading around while more of his thick seed poured out of the biggest of balls. “Hoo… looks so tasty~” Tori moaned, quickly taking a dollop of it onto her finger and scooping it into her mouth. Another moan droning out her mouth from the new Jook’s taste.

“Here’s a spoon for you, honey.” Ina lightly teased her daughter’s lack of table manners. Taking her ladle and pouring some of the newly improved Jook for the three while Bran took the set aside bowl and began devouring it.

Tori and Ina sat at the table and dug into their breakfast happily. It was only Rivrar who was a little put off by his seed filled bowl. “Branathon, my friend, your sauce, like a torrential downpour from the heavens, bestows upon this bowl of Jook a divine infusion of taste and pleasure… Um, is this semen vegan? I am trying to respect Avatar Aang’s wishes and live off the land… is there any set aside for me?”

“Nah, all gone.” Bran smirked as he continued to eat the half finished bowl of unsoiled Jook.

“...then perhaps my soul shall only partake in an apple today,” Rivrar nodded, pushing his bowl before his girlfriend scooped it from the center of the table.

“Mmf. I’ll have it if you won’t.” She greedily snarfed down another spoonful of her cousin’s cum, chewing on the oaty mixture as the sticky load began to pool around her mouth. The viscous liquid was perhaps the greatest she’d ever tasted. Her favorite pussy destroyer that she tucked into bed every night was so good at shooting ropes from Bran’s oversized balls.

Ina was a little more dignified when cum consuming. Slurping from the spoon with her puffy lips, it was fairly clear she also enjoyed the improved Jook. The way Bran’s cum got stuck to her tongue on the way down to properly coat it, she almost feared that her stomached may become impregnated with seed this thick. Her shithead of an ex-husband never made cum this thick and virile, it was a miracle Tori had been born at all.

It was quite a scene for the group. Pantsless Bran, topless Tori, Ina in a tight running outfit she forgot she was going to use, and an awkwardly sitting Rivrar chewing on an apple.

Something about his girlfriend and her hot mother slurping down cum was doing something to the annoying vegan boy, shuffling in his chair with a slight stiffy.

“So! What is everyone’s plans today?” said Rivrar, trying to start a conversation and take his mind off the sexy sounds, “Branathon?”

“Hmm,” Bran hadn’t put much thought into it, the world was literally his oyster but with infinite choice there was a mental block of making a decision. “I’ll probably just explore the city. See if I can’t find any secret spaces to wonder into and not get caught.”

“How healthy! I’m so glad to hear you don’t plan on lying on your futon again today,” Ina smiled with heartfelt eyes. She’d always wanted the best for Bran, even as his semen dribbled from her lips.

It was only Tori that seemed miffed at Bran’s plans, slamming her fist into the table and making everyone’s Jook jump, “Oi! I thought you were going to fuck me?! How can your pussy stretcher do that if its touring the fucking city!?”

“My darling, please do not be mad at our Branathon for spreading his wings,” Rivrar quickly interjected, often being the one to qualm her rages, “We cannot choose his path in this world. The winding river of fate cannot be constructed, but simply followed. If he finds us again, that will be the will of the Avatar, not ours.” His words were long and meaningless enough that it usually just confused Tori out of her anger. Though it was clear this time she wasn’t going down without more grumbling.

“Stupid Bran.” She hissed, taking another spoonful of cum down her throat while staring daggers at him, “River of fate should be leading to my wet panties and you know it…” The smile of Bran didn’t seem to deter her rage.

Rivrar continued to try to qualm her, “My love… perhaps I could provide some… relief? If Branathon is too busy for you today?”

“Unlikely!” Bran laughed, “In fact, impossible. And I’ll tell you why: her cunt is in love with my dick now.”

Though not denying it, Tori still frowned at his lack of tact, “The hell are you blathering about?”
“Normally female genitals make the decisions of who they’re going to fuck for the rest of their lives. It’s something they can all feel. That deep desire pull of a pussy falling in love.” Bran’s smile was greedy and wide as the room became enamored with his words, “If I had to guess, Tori’s slit would normally fall in love with my pussy destroyer during the titfuck we just did, and from now on she’ll feel very sick if anyone other than my cock tries to enter her pussy.”

Tori looked down and her panties, then over at her boyfriend. Deeply apologetic but definitely confirming Bran’s words as Rivrar’s heart sank. Even Ina was looking at her own crotch and wondering if the feelings she had were real.

“But don’t worry, she’ll still need you for emotional support and all that bollocks. Normally a lady can have a completely different partner than her cunt.” Bran explained half-assedly. The idea of actually dating Tori was quite off putting to him, but having exclusive access to his cousin’s cunt was enough to make him ready to add more sauce to the Jook.

“He’s right. I felt it.” Tori revealed, “Sorry babe. Looks like we won’t be getting the apartment to ourselves after all.”

“That’s quite alright. These things happen, my penis was simply not quick enough to capture your pussy’s affections.” He shrugged, seemingly more okay with this once it was clear he was still her lover in most meanings of the word. “I will just have to hope that one day a woman’s genitals falls in love with my crotch too.”

“That’d normally be considered cheating though, right?” Bran countered the logical escape, and Tori’s accepting smile turned into an angry frown at Rivrar’s suggestion, “Nah, I’m afraid you’ll have to learn to live with Tori’s rotten mouth and uncouth anus.”

The woman grimaced in disgust, “Ugh. I hate anal.” Much to Rivrar’s deepening dismay. “But if the ‘will of the universe’ demands it, I guess… can you at least let our genitals meet properly today, Bran?” It was probably the nicest tone Tori had ever taken with her cousin, cupping her tit a little to try and tantalize his easily swayed libido.

“Eh, if you’re lucky when I get home.”

He abruptly stood from the table, casting his empty bowl down before heading towards the door. Tori whined, Rivrar’s muscles were shoved, and Ina smiled sweetly at him.

“I’ve got a whole city to explore and infinite time to enjoy it!”

With a mix of resignation and self-deprecation, she lashed out, "Stupid Bran," she hissed, her voice laden with disappointment and self-reproach. "It's my damn pussy's fault, making decisions on its own. I'm sorry, Rivrar, it's not me... it's my cunt."

Rivrar's face softened with compassion as he reached out to gently caress Tori's cheek.

"Ah, Tori, my love, the enigmatic ways of our bodies indeed leave us in awe. It is true, the path of the vagina is a mysterious one, making choices beyond our conscious understanding. But fret not, for in the realm of emotions and desires, confusion often finds solace in acceptance."

"As the Air Saint Laozi once said, 'Love is a strange and powerful ****, leading our hearts down unpredictable paths.' We may stumble upon unexpected turns, but it is through empathy and understanding that we can find harmony within the intricate dance of our desires."

Tori's frustration eased, replaced by a soft laughter, as she realized Rivrar's attempt to bring comfort in his own unique way. Feeling a warmth growing between them, she gently squeezed his hands before surprising him by dropping to her knees. Looking up at Rivrar with a playful glint in her eyes, she whispered, "Perhaps, my dear Rivrar, we can find our own harmony through a different kind of understanding…"

Ina spoke up as she cleaned the table with a smile, "How sweet! Oh Tori! Make sure you save his cum! Can you believe we're completely out?"