"I understand"

The words had barely left his lips before Myrcella pulled him into a tight hug. Hugging her back, Bran realized he was probably the first person they'd told about their relationship. This had to be a big step for them.

Pulling back from the hug, Bran saw almost an entirely different person. The teary-eyed, vulnerable girl was gone. Myrcella was confident and fiery again, biting her lip as she smiled down at Bran. "I think you deserve some love too," she purred before latching on to him once again. She kissed Bran with an intensity that surprised both him and Tommen, her body pressed against his. Bran returned her passion, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Myrcella groaned, pressing her body against Bran. He could feel her breasts rubbing against his chest, her nipples stiff against the thin fabric. His arousal was inevitable at that point, his manhood pressing up against the princess. She didn't seem to mind, her body making no attempt to pull away.

Bran could have stayed like that forever, but he wasn't the only horny man in the room. Not used to sharing, Tommen shily tugged on his sister's arm. Breaking their kiss, a strand of saliva still connecting them, Myrcella smiled at her brother. "Oh don't worry, I didn't forget you brother," she chuckled, pouncing on her brother. She practically tackled him against the bed, easily overpowering him. He seemed used to it and closed his eyes as Myrcella leaned down and kissed him. The initial surprise gone, Bran could really see the love between the siblings. With Bran, it had been horny passion. With Tommen, there was a much deeper connection. Not that Bran minded, of course. Horny passion was pretty nice, after all.

Speaking of which, Bran was in a great position to admire Myrcella's ass. Her body on top of Tommen, her behind was raised in the air, her back arched. While not huge, her ass still pushed against the confines of her dress. Just the thought of touching it brought him to full mast.

"If you're done back there, could you unlace my dress?" Myrcella called back, chuckling when Bran blushed. Sliding over to the two siblings, Bran began pulling at the back of her dress. "Just the top," she added before kissing her brother again. Bran does as she commands, unlacing the beautiful yellow dress. He'd never done this before, so it takes a bit longer than he would have liked, but slowly the creamy white skin of her back comes into view. He can't resist running a hand down her back, savouring the closeness.

"What a gentleman," Myrcella teased, sitting up straight. Tommen whined in protest, aching to feel her soft lips again. Smiling, Myrcella shrugged out of her dress, the fabric bunching up around her hips. Bran marveled at her beautiful breasts, now exposed to the open air. They weren't huge, but not small either. Bran was not an expert, and Myrcella had her back to him, but he thought they could fill a B-Cup. His mind clouded with arousal, he reached around her and took a breast in each hand. It was his first time touching a woman there, and he couldn't believe how nice they felt. He briefly panicked, worried he had gone too far, but she quickly put his fear at ease.

"Eager, aren't you," she groaned, leaning back into Bran. She let him support her weight as he caressed her chest. He gently squeezed and cupped the handful of flesh, rolling the nipples between his fingers. Moaning in pleasure, she turned her head to the side and captured Bran's lips. He continued massaging her as he kissed back, their tongue's once again fighting for dominance.

Not wishing to be left out again, Tommen approached from the front. Running his hands along his sister's sides, he massaged her body. He knew what she liked, his soft hands caressing her shoulders and her stomach. Myrcella was almost lost in the bliss, being embraced from both sides. She arched her back and pushed her chest out, grabbing her brother and pulling him closer. He knew what his sister wanted and, pushing Bran's hands out of the way, latched on to her breast. He sucked on her nipple like a babe, his tongue running back and forth across the sensitive flesh. She moaned into Bran's mouth, her legs also wrapping around her brother. Bran hands moved to her stomach as he separated his lips from hers. He kissed his way from her cheek to her jaw to her chin to her neck, where he decided to stay. He buried himself in her neck, sucking on her sweet spot.

Try as she might, Myrcella couldn't take it. Not just the dual assault on her body but also the fact that Bran, almost a complete stranger, was touching her so intimately was too much. While not stimulated enough to go all the way, her body shook with a mini-orgasm. She could feel her nether regions contract as she bit her lip to contain a moan. The two men didn't relent, extracting every bit of pleasure they could out of poor Myrcella. Once it was over, she practically collapsed, taking deep breaths.

"I love you," Tommen whispered, leaning down and giving his sister one last deep kiss. Separating, Myrcella just smiled at her brother, communicating what they both already knew.

Looking up, she grinned at Bran. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together," she purred, sending shivers up Bran's spine. While pleasuring her had been great, Bran was still quite aroused. As Myrcella stood up and stepped off the bed, Bran just sat there with a hard-on awkwardly.

"Sorry Stark, I would love to but I really can't," she explained, composing herself. "I've already been gone too long from needlework. The septa might suspect something." Bran frowned, obviously not pleased with this turn of events. "Don't worry," she assured him. "Come to Tommen's room after dark. A Lannister always pays her debts." Smiling, she turned around. "Tommen, mind relacing my dress. You might want to leave, Stark. It would be quite awkward if you were discovered here." As Tommen went to help his sister, Bran made for the door, unsatisfied but excited by the princess' promise.

"And Bran," Myrcella called as Bran was opening the door. Looking back, Bran once again saw the vulnerable, suspicious girl, her emerald eyes cold and calculating. "I trust you won't betray us. Lannister's are known for more than just debts." Bran could feel Cersei's malice in her voice. He just nodded and slipped out, hurrying down the hallway. Despite sharing such an intimate moment with her, Myrcella still scared him.