Comfort Jeyne

Bran could not help but feel empathy for his sister's friend. He would be mortified if anyone knew about his lust for Sansa, and could imagine what Jeyne was feeling right now. A pang of guilt **** him to take a step towards her.

"Don't be scared," Bran reassured her, "I promise I won't tell anyone."

"You... Haven't you already?" She squeaked, her eyes beginning to water. "Why?"

"I understand what you're going through," Bran replied softly, taking another step closer. "I don't want to make life harder for you."

"How can you understand?" She whimpered, staring at the ground. She did not want him to see her tears, but they came all the same. "I'm a freak."

"No, no, I get it. I'm in love with Sansa too!" It took less than a second for Bran to realize what he'd blurted out, immediately covering his mouth. He had not thought Jeyne could look more shocked, but she sure did. Bran tried to think of a way to dig himself out of this hole but, coming up empty-handed, just stood there in silence.

"But... but..." Jeyne stammered, her eyes still red from crying, "But she's your sister!"

"Yeah, well you're a girl!" Bran shot back defensively. "You aren't supposed to touch yourself to other girls!"

"Okay, okay, not so loud," she replied, wincing a bit. However, she could not stop her lips from curling into a coy smile. "So, I guess we're both pretty fucked up, huh?" Bran nodded, less defensive now that he knew Jeyne wasn't mad. "C'mon, sit down," she added, patting the spot next to her. Bran complied, sitting down next to her. Jeyne casually took out a handkerchief and dried her eyes.

"So, how long have you... looked at Sansa like that?" Bran asked.

"Since I was old enough to look at anybody like that, I guess. I can't count the nights I've spent picturing her perfect wide hips, her beautiful breasts..." She sighed as she trailed off. Bran was completely captivated by her words. He'd never heard a woman talk like this, and it was fascinating to him, not to mention arousing. He couldn't help but steal a glance or two at her breasts while she thought about Sansa. They were smaller than Sansa's but still nice to ogle. Almost as if on cue, she added"I was quite envious of her body for a while. I never really developed like she did. But I could never stay mad at her. She was my princess, after all. I could never resist adoring her."

"I know," Bran agreed. "I always felt stupid, tripping over myself to help her."

"Imagine how I felt! I have to help her get changed from time to time."

"So, you've seen her..." Bran trailed off, still embarrassed to ask a girl such a question."

"Yep," Jeyne nodded. "Quite a lot, actually. She has such smooth, soft skin. And her breasts, gods they're so beautiful." Jeyne looked rather sadly down at her own, considerably smaller boobs. "What, have you never seen her naked?"

"No, I have," Bran admitted, "Though not as much as you, apparently. This morning I watched her bathe down by the godswood."

"What a perv little Bran Stark is," Jeyne chuckled, though there was no malice in her voice. "And so, did it live up to your expectations?"

"Gods yes! I'll be jerking off to that for weeks!" Jeyne laughed at that, making Bran feel much more relaxed.

"I don't think I've touched myself to anyone else," Jeyne admitted, casting a slightly accusatory glance towards Bran. "Say, how long were you watching me when I was in Sansa's room?"

"Not that long," Bran said, his cheeks bright red. "You were... well, you were almost finished when I got there." Jeyne seemed to find this answer acceptable, relaxing her gaze.

"Look at us," she sighed, "Both in love with a girl we can't have."