"Fine," Bran conceded, watching the relief wash over Sansa's face. Even though he had enjoyed being mischievous, he did like making his sister happy (even though he was the one who had stolen her clothes in the first place).
"Thank you sooooo much Bran. I won't forget this. Could you get the grey one in the top drawer of my dresser?" Bran nodded again and ran off. He knew which dress she was talking about, it being one of his favorites. It was more low cut than her others, and showed off her magnificent cleavage. Bran ran out of the godswood and, adrenaline coursing through his veins, climbed the walls to get to Sansa's room. It was almost faster this way, the Stark boy so adept at climbing. It took a couple tries to find the right window (he did scare the crap out of a servant), Bran found Sansa's room. Peeking his head in, he almost fell in shock.
On Sansa's bed was Jeyne Poole, naked as the day she was born. Her dark hair rested on the pillow and her eyes were shut tight. One hand was rubbing her pussy furiously, while the other held a pair of smallclothes to her face. Bran couldn't help but admire her breasts, which rose and fell as she fingered herself. She wasn't as pretty as Sansa, but her slender frame made her sexy in her own right. She was muttering something, and the young Stark strained to hear it.
"Sansa... Sansa faster... Sansa I'm... mmmmmmm Sansa..." she whispered, her breath quickening. She writhed on the bed, sniffing the smallclothes as she pleasured herself. Bran's cock hardened in his pants as she groaned and moaned, the girls perversions turning him on.
"Oh gods Sansa," Jeyne muttered, her fingers speeding up. "Oh please, oh, oh, Sansa, gods..." She arched her back as she came, thrusting her hips into her fingers. Jeyne's whole body shook, pleasure radiating through her, until she went limp, breathing hard. Bran stayed silent, not wanting to alarm her. After she calmed down, she got off the bed and turned her back to Bran, giving him a good look at her ass. It wasn't as juicy as Sansa's, but when she bent over Bran had the urge to just run over and bury his face in it. She put her smallclothes and dress back on, then grabbed the smallclothes she had so erotically holding to her face and placed them delicately in Sansa's drawer. Were those Sansa's? Bran asked himself. Is Jeyne in love with his sister? Quietly, the little lady exited Sansa's room, her naughty act known only to Bran.
After waiting a few seconds, Bran slipped in and got his sister's dress. He thought about "forgetting" her smallclothes, but decided against it. Hurrying back to the godswood, he found his sister in the water, washing off the dirt from the bushes. He took a moment to admire her ass, in his mind comparing it to Jeyne's. It was clear that Sansa was extraordinarily gifted, her butt absolutely heavenly.
"Uhhh..." Bran stammered, not sure what to say. Sansa spun around and covered herself, blushing again.
"Oh sorry, I was just cleaning up a bit. Can you just leave my dress on the grass over there?"
"Sure," Bran said, gently placing her clothes on the ground. "I'll see you at dinner."
"Thanks again Bran. I owe you one," she said, her eyes locking with Bran's. Bran was so in love with her, and temporarily lost himself in her gaze. However, he snapped out of it, nodded, and left Sansa to her business. On the way out he grabbed the clothes he'd hid, running off to plant them in Arya's room.
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