Bran gets ready to leave for King's Landing

Bran groaned when he woke up, the taste of drink still clinging to his tongue. His muscles ached from the amount of activity the night before. It was a good ache. His usual morning wood absent, his manhood only half-mast between his legs. With a somewhat satisfied expression, the Stark supposed he had his sister to thank for that.

As the boy ate his breakfast alongside his household, he wondered what Arya had in store for him today. He sure wished to find some time alone with her. Maybe he'd finally be able to do what he'd wanted before Sansa had ruined his chance yesterday. The thought of feeling her soft thighs against him made him grow hard, much to Bran's shame. He decided to focus on his meal, some jerky and dark bread with some winter peaches to go along.

The auburn-haired lord heard some commotion coming from his sisters' side of the table but didn't manage to understand what it was about. His little brother Rickon was pestering him about something.

"What is it?" Bran asked somewhat impatiently.

"Do you think there will be lots of girls waiting for us at the capital?" The blue eyed boy replied with that easy smile he himself sometimes sported.

The Stark raised an eyebrow at the question. Despite his little brother being three years younger than him, making him the youngest member of the Stark family as well, he was always trying to do things that were well beyond his age. With Robb, Jon and Theon being much older than both of them, this usually meant that it was Bran who ended up getting involved in his schemes.

"Oi, are you listening?" Rickon half-whispered.

"I don't know and I don't care." He whispered back frankly, as if he had no business in knowing. With him having his sister to shag, he kinda didn't. "Besides, you're still too young for this sort of stuff. Don't go thinking that just because mother isn't going to be around that you can sneak into the brothel like you've tried last time."

"Bugger off. I only got caught because you were too scared to come with me." Rickon retorted, annoyed at his brother's lack of enthusiasm. "Unlike you, I don't want to be a virgin until I marry some annoying lady."

Had his younger sibling said this a couple days before, he'd be right. But, as things currently stood, he was far from being a virgin. With a smile he tried his best to hide, Bran remembered Arya's little visit to his chambers in the dark of night. He felt his manhood press against the fabric of his pants. The memory made him want to search for her at the table. His eyes eventually found a slim brown-haired girl with a generous plate in front of her whilst another girl, redhaired, excused herself from the table.

Watching his sister filled the boy with desire. The hunger in his stomach seemingly insignificant compared to the hunger he had for what she had between her legs.

Bran attempted, unsuccessfully, to avert his eyes, lest someone noticed him staring at his older female sibling for no apparent reason.