And she's going to have fun

The itch on her cunt hadn't gone away, but at least it was somewhat bearable. Distracting herself with things such as food, music and drink helped. Soon enough, she was at her older brother's table. With Arya nearing her twenty years of age, it was 'surprising' her knack for finding herself in the company of the boys of her household hadn't changed.

Besides Robb, Theon and Jon were there too. It was easy for her to blend in the conversation with them, which soon turned to the subject of Bran and Jon's duel earlier that day.

It was disappointing that they were making fun of him. They were joking of course. She's done it countless times too. But there was this strange need to defend him again.

"Hi Bran, we were just talking about your brave duel with Jon." Seven hells, he was there. Arya took a sip of wine.

"You mean about the beating I gave him?" Her half-brother jested at Robb's sarcastic remark. He looked particularly handsome tonight.

"Strange, I seem to remember things differently." Her secret lover responded.

"You remember falling on your head differently?" She wasn't sure who had said that. Arya was focused on something else. Like resisting her desire to take him somewhere private and kissing him. Gods, the urge she had earlier for her brother inside her was coming back.

"Now, now little brother. You fought quite well, just keep your eyes on your opponent next time." She heard Robb say before drinking from his cup. Arya knew where his eyes had been, and she supposed she was the one to blame for that.

"I'll get a rematch if I'm ever at Castle Black one day, you'll see." She heard her younger brother promise, earning a few laughs. He seemed to use that opportunity to get close to her ear.

"Mind if I talked to you in private for a second." She heard him whisper to her. The girl took another sip from her cup. Arya had a good feeling about this.

"Sorry boys, but I think I should see what Sansa and Jeyne are up to." The Stark made up the excuse and walked away from them.

"Try not to get bored to ****!" She heard Robb behind her, to which she raised her cup with a smile on her face.

She searched for a small corner where not many people could hear or see them. Soon enough, her lover found her and was making his way to her.

"So?" Arya asked unceremoniously. She noticed hesitation in her sibling. The girl was not sure what she was about to hear and a bad feeling started to take nest in her heart.

"Look, I need to cum." The Stark looked at her brother, raised an eyebrow and started laughing at him. Most girls would've found such a sentence disgusting, but there was something endearing to Arya when she heard it.

"You and me both." She joked before drinking some more wine. Not entirely untrue, her womanhood had been longing for his shaft after their ruined attempt to meet in private.

But Bran would not relent.

"No, you don't understand. I really need to cum. My balls are bloody aching and I couldn't get off without you." Arya felt bad for what Sansa did to him. Thankfully, she was the good sister and was not really against having a tumbling. But there were so many people around and-

"You know what? Forget it. I'm so-"

"Fine." She stopped before he could finish.

"What?" His cluelessness was still so cute.

"I'll slip into the godswood. You wait a few minutes and meet me there. Make sure you're not followed." She told him. Arya put her wine on one of the tables and almost darted out of the hall. She giggled, her lady parts getting excited with what they were going to do.