Her brother wants to make sure

"So it was good?" She heard him ask.

"What?"

"I mean, did I do well? Did it feel good for you?" The first answer that had popped in her mind had been something like 'Oh gods yes! Make me yours again right now!'. Arya thought of something better instead. The girl was one for games after all, and playing her brother was so much fun.

"Just because you have the biggest cock doesn't mean you know how to use it."

"You are bluffing." He spoke in a defeated tone. The look on his face, priceless.

"But... you were moaning." Arya almost felt bad for making her brother so confused, almost.

"I could be faking it." She lied.

"Are you going to tell me the truth?" He pleaded

"Maybe. If you can defeat Jon in swordfighting." So never, then. Arya'd been trying so hard to hold a smirk. She decided to **** her brother a little further. She walked closer to him until their chests were against one another.

"And perhaps I can offer something else besides that." The young lady rubbed her thigh against his crotch. She then met her lips with his. He didn't even seem to realize that she put the sword in his hands. The moment the girl felt Bran's member getting harder was when she broke out of their kiss.

Arya made sure to walk in a way that took full advantage of the dress she was wearing and the female body the gods had given her when she was born. A huge smile adorned her face, satisfied on how things had transpired so far.