Continue your conversation with Lord Stark

"Please sit, son." Lord Stark's voice has calmed again, returning once again to his usual, somewhat stern but calming demeanour.

You place yourself on the edge of the chair to your side and feel more soft breezes of movement beneath the table as you settle.

"I've had word from King's Landing. Jon Arryn is dead." The Hand of the King had largely raised Eddard and King Robert for much of their childhoods and, Jon knew, was a father figure to Ned. You could see a hint of sadness behind the unfathomable facade of your fathers face.

"I am truly sorry for your loss, Lord Stark." You finish with a slight intake of breath that, thankfully, your father misses, as you feel a tender hand against the inside of your thigh that is quickly joined with another. The hands creep up your thighs towards your crotch as Lord Stark continues.

"I appreciate your sympathy, my boy, but unfortunately this brings more pressing considerations into the fold." The hands are now untying your breeches, and you can't quite help but squirm slightly, automatically adjusting to allow Sansa access. Eddard Stark has begun to pace the length of the High Table on the opposite side. "With his passing, it means that the seat of the Hand of the King is now empty, and King Robert, right now, rides for Winterfell." Your cock slips free from your undergarments and it's sudden freedom causes it to stand fully to attention. You breath in sharply, again unnoticed to your Father. "I feel it can mean only one thing. King Robert means to make me Hand of the King."

Your cock feels a warm, wet embrace as Sansa's mouth engulfs the length of it. Her tongue massages the tip as she begins to work your dick in her teen mouth. A quiet sound of slurping escapes the underneath of the table, but so quiet that you believe only you can hear it.

"Aaaaaaaa-" you catch yourself as Lord Stark looks at you. "Congratulations Father? Apologies, but you don't look even slightly pleased at the potential responsibilities. Wouldn't Lord Arryn be proud that you, of all people, might succeed him?"

You hope your question will push the responsibility of the conversation back onto your Father, and it works. He begins talking, less to you and more at the room. Venting his thoughts into the ether. You switch off for a few seconds as your sister expert fully cradles your cock in her warm embrace. Her hands remain on your thighs as she begins to speed up, using just her mouth, lips and tongue to vary the pressure and **** your hard-on.