Chapter 2 - "The world burn."

 Felix and Korra returned home to find his father gone. And thank God for that. At this point, an eternity couldn't do enough to lower the cooldown until he wanted to see him again.

 Korra dropped down on the couch and ran a hand through her hair. "You know what I could go for right now?" 

 Go for? Hadn't they just eaten? And he was supposed to be the lazy, fat one here. Well, he supposed she was a hungry girl given her training. "What?"

"Like one of those shawarmas from school. You know, the ones just dripping with garlic sauce that always make a white hot mess of me." 

 He couldn't tell if she was trying to sell him on the shawarma or on seeing her eat one. Either way, it did work. "So you want me to go get you one?" Their school crouched between some tall corporate buildings on the other side of town. But it was her night... 

 Korra dropped her head theatrically and made a face. "Would you? I know I'm terrible."

"Of course. Making you happy is my job." 

 She got up and padded over to him, then wrapped her arms around your neck. "You do a very good job of that," she whispered, tracing a finger over his cheek. She brushed his brown, gold-speckled beard with the other, smiling at him. "I promise that by the time you get back I'll get ready for you too." 

"Get ready in what way?"

"It's a surprise." 

 What else was there to say? He put on a jacket to ward off the evening cold and headed out, excited to see what the night would amount to. Some fucking, one can hope. For all the teasing and implications of sex that passed between them, they did things far too rarely. 

 His father's words suddenly came back to him. That girl is desperate for a good dicking. Was she really? He hated to admit Marius could be right about anything, but there had to be an explanation for why nothing happened between them when everything in the relationship went so well. 

 Felix got on the bus. 

 On the way he tried to work out in his head just how he would handle things tonight. Should he just push her or be a little bit romantic? It occurred to him that there was time to go and buy her some flowers before he got back. 

 For all the tomboyish moods and the bodybuilding craze, Korra loved herself some well-styled and cute bouquets. 

 In fact, when he took time to think about it, all this recent stuff had only added to her overall femininity. As a kid, she had always been reticent and quiet, though feisty and always looking for trouble, even though she wore floral dresses and kept her hair long and brushed. 

 It was how they had become a couple in the first place - she got the bad idea of messing with him and ended up getting shoved into the locker for a good two hours and forced into giving him a french kiss in order to be let out. Her first. After that, she tended to orbit around him dependently no matter where they went, until he kicked the asses of most of his friends for talking shit about her, and it ended up being just the two of them. Well, not a bad trade in the end. Still, that one force kiss in the beginning...

 It made him hard to think about it now, but he had her way with her long before anyone else did, at a crucial point in time. Who knows where they would've been if he hadn't been such a bully and a dick as a kid? He had outgrown that sort of behavior now and moved past it, but... it was good to think back on all those moments. 

 In any case, now that Korra decided to play the boy by going for bodybuilding, it had the strange effect of making her feminine in just about every other way. Her shattered self-confidence seemed to be pieced back together, and she made a real attempt to charm and exude sexuality even as the traditional long hair and dresses fell away. Somehow, she found her own sense of femininity and sexual empowerment precisely in being as boyish as she wanted to. 

 Thinking about it that way, it made him proud. In only a few years she had come a super long way to being the person she wanted to be. 

 And what about me? Well, that was a different story. Though Felix could've never been considered a jock in any real sense, he somehow ended up following their path of peaking too early. Just last month he had spotted the biggest crush of his childhood, the middle-school princess Morrigan that drove all the guys crazy, looking miserable as she folded clothes in a shitty H&M store. She was still gothy and hot, to be sure, but that wouldn't last much longer. From the dead look in her face he could tell that the suicidal thoughts already began to creep in. Morrigan had been the cool girl that everyone wanted and admired, and now she was a complete nobody working for scraps in a chain store, withering away, without a future of any kind. 

 And how far am I from that really? 

 Well.

 At least I have Korra.  

 He stepped out at their old school and made the corner that led to the Turkish place. The burly Turk that used to run it was long gone, though, and the whole place seemed to have lost its roots. Gone were the rugs on the walls, the ceiling fan, the traditional music, the moody cobwebs in the corner, the old school lamps, and the other weird Turkish (and at times illegal) stuff you could get from him, replaced by bright lights, Maroon 5 songs and other garbage, white tiles, and the same shitty flashy appearance you could see in any fast food joint. Behind the counter stood some teen girl with dreads, wearing a uniform.

 Every day, in every way, things got a little bit worse. 

 He stood there in line for twenty minutes, watching the hippie bitch working at the slowest pace in the universe, probably high out of her fucking mind. It would take Mr Demir a second to whip up a shawarma, fast enough to feed all the hungry kids during the short break while his moobs jiggled under his sweat-stained, commie-looking shirt. This retard couldn't even make one in five minutes, and even then they looked loose and sloppy, poorly folded and dripping sauce into the plastic bag. 

 Felix dared her to do a poor job on his. He would go behind that counter and crystal-loving shit out of her. 

 Only one person was left in line now. He sighed and checked his phone, taking comfort in seeing Korra's face on the lock screen sticking his tongue out at him. Adorable enough to make him smile and cool him down. He had only left his phone lying around a couple of days ago and woke up with that set up out of nowhere. She always found a way to do cute things...

 Some teenager entered and started to talk with the hippie. Her hair was long and shiny, the color of bronze, and she had a tiny star tattooed on one cheek. A slender body. Super long legs. Wearing a loose and flashy jacket that came down past her thighs giving off a thousand different colors. 

"A few more days of this and I'll kill myself," the hippie said out of nowhere. She slathered some garlic sauce into the spread out shawarma-in-becoming, her huge tits swaying provocatively under her apron with the jerky movements.
 
 Felix wondered which one he would pick. Long legs versus huge tits. Slender versus chubby. Clearly, chubby and huge tits won. But who would want to deal with that pure AIDS of a personality? 

 He stepped up to the counter as the last guy left, ready to open his mouth and order. Instead, the hippie turned to her friend and asked her, "What do I make you?" 

 What now? What do you make her? His blood boiled in an instant. "Excuse me," he said coolly. "I was here first."

 The hippie's reflective bitch eyes came to rest on him. Her oddly flat and wide nose scrunched slightly. "'Uh, I'm sorry, she was here first."

"Really? Then how come I'm standing here and she isn't? How come she wasn't inside for the last fucking half an hour? Do you take me for a fucking asshole?"

"She just went out to make a call." 

"Oh! Well, isn't that nice. Maybe I should go out, fuck your mother, and come back first line in line. Is that about right?" 

 The slender girl suddenly stepped up. "Baby, it's okay, just make his first. I'm in no rush." 

 Baby? Oh, so that was it. They were together. What a surprise!  

 The hippie was having none of it. "Look, you'll just have to wait," she told him, going to work on the girlfriend's order. 

 The redhead gave him a hesitant, apologetic glance, cringing as she looked at her SO. He looked back to the hippie. Nah. Not today. 

"Please give us a second," Felix told the girlfriend. He grabbed her arm and walked her out, then switch the sign on the door. She didn't exactly struggle nor make a move to come back in.

"Hey!" cried the hippie. "What do you think you're doing?!" 

 Felix charged behind the counter, eyes searching for the light switch. He finally found it, then flicked it off. The only light that came in now was what passed through the window from the street. 

 In the narrow space between the stoves and counter, he went after her. She tried to make a run for it into the back, but he slammed the door shut and cornered her against the wall.

"Get out or I'll call the police!" she said with trembling lips. When she pulled out her phone to make the call, though, her fingers were too unsteady and she couldn't get past the pin.

 He took out his phone and held it out to her. "Here you go. Call the police. You stupid bitch, do you even know who I am? Who my father is?" He held her fluttering eyes with his and got close enough to smell her, to let his breath rape her face. "You wanna call the police? Go ahead. Let's see just what they think of this dump and all the fucking weed and whatever else you no doubt have stashed in the back. Let's see whose side they take then. Mine? Or the uppity dyke that's as high as a fucking kite?" 

 The hippie stared at him, saying nothing. She did not reach for the phone. There was something about the jittery way she moved that made him realize she was by no means high on just weed, or weed at all probably. It worked against her, since she bought his bluff and shook with fear.

"Please, sir," she whispered, stammering in the dark. "I'm sorry."

 Sir. Just to see her that desperate made him diamonds. He reached up and placed a palm over her huge chest, lowering it down appraisingly over the jutting arc of her breast. She first pulled away in shock, but then did her very best to keep still, realizing her position. Yes, you belong to me now. Felix squeezed at his leisure, getting a good feel of them. At the very least a G cup. Definitely a rare find. And here they were, all his for the taking.

 She wore no bra under her uniform. The breasts yielded to his touch, soft and warm between his fingers as he kneaded them and flicked her nipples. The hippie's eyes closed and she moaned under her breath. Had a guy ever touched her like this? Had anyone? He doubted it. There was something about the way she took it that told him she was completely inexperienced. This moment would be burned into her moment for the rest of her life. He would make sure of that.

"Kiss me," he ordered her. 

 Just like Korra had done that day, she stepped up on her toes to reach up to him and opened her mouth reluctantly. He wrapped one arm around to grab her ass and reel her in, his other hand still groping her breast as he sent his tongue inside her mouth and claimed her first kiss. Her tongue avoided his at first, then let itself be stroked as the spit and taste of him passed into her mouth, until he finally felt her tongue move forwards to let itself get sucked on. 

 He let her go, a string of saliva glimmering in the darkness between them. She shook uncontrollably, staring at him wide-eyed and afraid. 

 Good. 

 He went and turned the lights back on, then switched the sign back and stuck his head out towards the girlfriend. "You can come back in now." 

 They both returned to find the hippie at going at it hard, still somewhat worked up as she took painstaking care to assemble his shawarma. 

"Make two of them."

"Yes, s-s-sir..." 

 Hearing those the tone and the words that came out of her mouth, the girlfriend looked at him fearfully. 

"You two been together a long time?" he asked.

 She swallowed. "About three months." 

"You make a nice couple."

"Thanks..." 

"My girlfriend and I have been together for years."

"Oh."

"Yeah. I know this one probably gives you trouble" - he jerked his head at the hippie - "but you just need to learn how to handle her. You have that strong and willful look about you."

 The redhead blushed shyly and pushed the shiny hair past her delicate ear. "I think it's because I take jiu-jitsu." 

"Huh. I thought you had nice legs when I walked in." He took his gaze to the busy-at-work hippie. "No offense."

"None taken," the girlfriend said, giggling. "She always tells me how nice my legs are. I think that's why she dates me."

"Huh." 

 So easy to win over. Meanwhile, the titcow wrapped up the shawarmas and held them out to him with a trembling hand. 

"How much?" 

"N-N-Nothing!" she said breathlessly.

 Jesus, but this one was intense. He was starting to feel a little worried now. "Nonsense." He took out a $50 and put it down on the table, then pushed it up to her. "Keep the change."

 There was no resistance. "Thank you, sir." 

"Well. I hope to see you both again. Be good." 

"Bye-bye!" Long Legs cried happily, but the hippie stayed quiet. 

 What did you just do, you idiot? he wondered as he went towards the bus stop. This isn't high school anymore. 

 But for all his worries of what might happen, he felt strangely good about it all. Happy. 

 The sudden ringing of the phone on the near-empty street nearly gave him a heart attack. 

 Only Korra. 

"Hello?"

"Hi, baby..." 

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothin'," she drawled jokingly. "I just wanted to give you a heads up. Your dad's back home."

"You're kidding." 

"Nope. But it's okay. I'll stay over anyway. I was wondering - could you pick up some beers on the way back? As many as you can carry." 

"Beers? Why?" 

 But he could only hear her amused sniff. "Just do it, okay? I miss you. Get home soon."

"All right. I love you..." 

"Love you too, honey."

 The call ended. 

 Why in the world did she want beers? For his father? But he never drank. He definitely wouldn't have asked for beers... So then why?

 There was only one way to find out.

 He stopped at the store on the way back and bought a six-pack, then went straight home. 

 Right before he went inside, he decided to take a look through the window. Korra stood in the middle of the living room chatting with his father, while Marius lazed on the couch staring at her.

 And there was a reason for that. You have to be kidding me. Korra wore a high-waisted thong that rested high up her waist and left her ass hanging out. As if strips of fabric weren't thin enough, there was a heart-shaped cutout at the back. A skimpy crop top dangled from her torso, leaving her tummy uncovered, the paper-thin cotton moulding around the heft and shape of her perky round breasts.

 Korra carressed her abs suggestively as she spoke with his father. Whenever she moved her breasts jiggled under the top, invariably catching his eyes. She flexed her ass and legs as she circled around the room and talked about God knows what, at one point stopping to bend over and pick up a book from a low shelf, offering a perfect view of her toned, heart-shaped ass. 

 She's crazy, thought Felix breathlessly, but he couldn't help groping for his cock. Here she was, presenting herself before his father looking like a total whore. And she knew I was coming home. Maybe even counted on him seeing it all. 

 He went into the house and closed the door loud enough for them to hear. Korra ran up and hugged him, pressing the warm breasts into him, then gave him a quick kiss. "You're home!"

"I am..." 

 They unpacked the food and beer, then headed into the living room. Marius was gone. "I guess you got him too excited."

 Korra gave him a look from her her raised brows and winked. "You bet." 

 They turned off the lights and sat down to eat. Korra browsed through Netflix aimlessly, till she finally gave up and put the TV on the news. 

"I missed this," she said, biting into the shwarma. 

"Oh, I bet you did." 

"Remember how he always had ours prepared in advance?"

"He knew we would never miss a chance."

 Korra laughed. "Right. How is he anyway?" 

"Gone. Replaced by a corporation and some druggie with an attitude." 

"Sad..." 

 Neither of them spoke about her outfit or the way she teased her father. Yet. Felix realized there would be more on that later, especially once they headed to the bedroom. 

 Korra finished eating first, again, and went over to the bathroom. The lumbering footsteps of his father could be heard coming down the creaking stairs, till he finally appeared in the gloom of the room, standing by the couch wearing only a pair of shiny shorts - purple and patterned with golden fleur-de-lis. 

"What are you watching?" There was footage of a terror attack, but his groggy mistaked it for a movie. 

 Felix shrugged. "The world burn."

 Marius yawned bearlike, then crashed down on the other side of the couch. His eyes came to the shwarma. "Gimme a bite of that."

"Here, take it." He gave him the whole thing. "You know, I'm spending some time with Korra."

"Thank you kindly. I'll eat and go. I'm dead tired anyway." 

 Korra came back. His father made an attempt to stand up, but she pushed him back down. "Stay!" she insisted, and flashed Felix a furtive smile. 

 There was no room for her to get between them. Instead, she sat down in his father's lap, and stretched her legs over Felix. "There, now we can all fit in." 

 Watching her sit in his father's lap made him harden instantly. He only wore a pair of shorts and she wore barely anything. He must've been aware of his cock grinding against her ass, and no doubt Korra felt it harden for her. 

 She and his father shared a quick look. Korra rested her head on his bare chest that still carried the faint marks of the hearts she drew early that morning. Marius's arm came and wrapped around her midriff, holding her possessively against him. 

 Felix could barely keep it together. Meanwhile, Korra held his eyes, clearly aroused herself, and gently massaged his cock with her foot. His father was right there. This is crazy...

 But none of them made a move to stop it.

 They switched to a horror a movie, at which point his father rested his hand on Korra's thigh. The strong white fingers stroked back and forth over the silky brown skin, feeling for the strong muscles underneath. Felix could feel the shivers of arousal that took her through her quivering legs and the anxious way she rubbed them together. 

 Korra began to move her fingers through Marius's long beard, not so differently from the way she ha done with Felix before. "Why don't I get you a beer?" she whispered. 

"A beer? You know I don't drink."

"Come on. We've all have one. Baby, should I get us some beers?"

 Felix fought to speak. "Sure, go ahead." 

 Korra smiled and got up, reaching over to give him a small kiss before she sashayed over to the kitchen. 

 He glanced over to his father. He could see his huge cock pitching in his shorts, rising all the way up over his thighs. Christ, that's so fucking big, he thought, amazed at how it stood out. He couldn't understand. His own was maybe half, or less. And Korra was sitting on it the whole time. Grinding her tight brown ass against that big white cock. Just how wet did he make her pussy with that thing?

 She came back with a cold beer in each hand. Korra passed one to Felix and one to Marius, saying, "For the wonderful men in my life." They shared a look of amazement together as they caught each other staring at his father's gigantic cock.

 Then Korra sat right back on it. 

 Oh, Jesus... He needed release from this. And badly. But her feet came back, teasing his cock as the toes rubbed gently over the shell they pitched in his jeans
.
 His father wrapped his monster arms around Korra again, this time even tighter than before, pressing her against his chest. She seemed so happy to be there. So comfy. Sitting on his cock... 

 His father sipped on the beer. Once he was done he glanced over at his son that hadn't even started his. "You gonna drink that?" Felix passed it over and watched him have at it. 

 Korra caressed his chest and shoulders adoringly with her fingers, her eyes going up to search for Marius's eyes. "Baby," she said, her eyes staying locked with his. "Why don't you get your dad another beer?"

 Felix got up, both relieved and terrified to leave his spot on the couch. He went over to the kitchen, heart throbbing painfully in his chest. She's going to fuck my dad. His whole mind reeled. That was not a thing he wanted to happen. At least, a part of him realized that. The rational part. But the other wanted nothing more than to see his father fucking her all night. 

 He returned only to find them kissing.

 Korra stroked his father's face while they made out, while her ass was getting squeezed by his rough fingers. She giggled every so often and slapped his chest playfully, but went right back to submissively offering herself to him.
 He wondered if he should even walk over. But he had to. He needed to put a stop to this while it was still possible. If he was this aroused, just how aroused was she? Or his drunk, womanizer of a father?

 He strolled over and placed the beer down, waiting for them to notice him. Only Korra looked up. Marius was too busy pawing at her body and staring at her. 

"What's up, baby?"

"You know, I'm kind of beat. I think we should head upstairs for today. It's been a long day."

"Hmmm." He expected her to fight it, or to give him an exasperated look. But Korra only bobbed her head understandingly. "You're right. We should. Can you give me just five more minutes? I promise I'll be right with you."
 
 His father's white fingers were still buried in the flesh of her asscheeks, while his other hand explored under her crop top. "Sure," said Felix weakly. "Five minutes." 

 They couldn't fuck in five minutes, could they? He wanted to find a spot from which to spy on them, but his instincts told him to do as he said and go right up.

 He did. 

 Only two minutes passed until Korra joined him, though it felt like an eternity. 

 She closed the door and leaned into it, grinning. "How are you feeling?"

 He took a shuddering breath. "How do you think?"

"Did you not like what happened downstairs?"

"I did..."

 She arched her brows. "Then?" 

"I guess I was afraid it was moving too fast."

 Korra turned off the lights and came over to the bed, pushing him down and jumping on top to straddle him. "So you thought you'd put an end to my fun."

"If that's how you see it..." 

 Her face hovered above him, blue eyes looking into his. "Isn't that how it is? You were jealous of how much fun your dad and I were having?" 

"A little..." 

 From her words one might've wondered if she were angry, but she looked happy and thrilled. "Well, let me tell you something, mister. Because of that, I'm going to ruin your fun too." She began to kiss his neck and made her way up to his ear. "No coming for you today."
 
 He should've protested, but it only aroused him all more. First, she made out with his father right in front of him, and now she was denying him release to further her slutty ends... 