Best if she left now...

As he regained control of his breathing, Bran admired the naughty lady sprawled on his bed licking his cum off her fingers like a sex-addicted serving girl. The afterglow coursing through his dick was nothing short of divine.

But as much as he wanted to hold her, he knew they could've not run the risk of being caught together. This terrible feeling at the pit of his stomach almost killed the lingering pleasure of his manhood, almost. The thought of being separated from his sister felt unbearable indeed however, so he just chose to focus on cleaning things up.

"Best if you leave right now..." he muttered. Arya looked up from her 'tasting session' seemingly uninterested in anything he had to say. The slurping sounds she made went quiet as she stopped sucking on her index finger. His sister closed her legs and rolled on her sides, reluctantly complying.

"Fine..."

Bran helped her with her clothes and once she was ready he guided her to the door as he'd done the night before. Arya grabbed the handle to open but the Stark stopped her before she could.

"Look... about what you said about me... whenever I, you know..." he had trouble formulating a proper sentence. Somehow it didn't feel right to take advantage of Arya, she was a lady and he's not supposed to exploit her carnal desires, especially when she's his sister as well. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

His sibling stared at him strangely. The boy braced himself for some form of insult, like being called a fool or something. His eyes went wide when he felt her soft lips press against his. His tense muscles immediately relaxed. He let his worries go, drunk with her softness. That kiss felt 'personal', in the sense that she couldn't replicate it with anybody else, as if she really...

"I'd like to see you try..." he heard her whisper in his ear. And with that she left him to stare at her rear as she went down the keep's corridor to her tower.