"Oh c'mon!" Bran complained, pretending to be upset. "This is the last chance I have to relax before we go to King's Landing. I don't wanna waste it because you lost your clothes!"
"I didn't lose them," Sansa countered, "Arya stole them, the little bitch. Just please get them. I can't be seen like this!"
"But..."
"Please Bran," she begged, almost to tears, "Please, I'll do anything!"
Anything? No, Bran was playing the long game here. He couldn't get distracted by short term prizes.
"You know what? No!" Bran snapped, catching Sansa off guard. Bran had never spoken to her like this before (unbeknownst to her, this was because of his huge crush on her) and she practically recoiled from his words. "You and Arya are always messing around and stopping me from having fun. Whether it be Arya showing me up during training or you showing me up in court. I'm sick of it! So I'm going to relax, and you can solve your own problems!" His rant over, Bran plopped down on the shore of the pool, laid down, and closed his eyes.
"Bran, I can't solve this." Bran heard Sansa sob. "We are family. How could you do this to me>"
Sitting up, Bran saw his sister on her knees, her head looking down in despair. She was so upset she forgot to cover herself, giving Bran an uninhibited view of her breasts. They were so full and smooth, capped by beautiful little nipples. Sniffling, Sansa couldn't stop a few tears from slipping down her face. For some reason, seeing his sister cry was almost more of a turn on then seeing her naked. Bran could feel his member stirring as he watched his sister sob.
Sansa looked up, her eyes still wet with tears. "How-" She took a deep breath to compose herself. "How long do you need to relax?"
"A lot longer if you keep bothering me!" Bran shot back, enjoying the feeling of power he now had over his sister. For years, his crush on her had made him powerless against her. Now it was his turn. Seeing that her brother wasn't moving, Sansa plopped down in the pool and waited for her brother to be finished. Bran took his sweet time, his dear sister's pain making it all the more enjoyable.
He must have lied there for almost an hour. Sansa tried to interrupt a few times, but after getting shut down each time by her little brother she learned her place. She was cold, the northern air chilling her wet body. Her nipples were rock hard, her breasts covered in drops of water and goosebumps. Bran snuck a couple of glances at them, not being able to resist her amazing body.
It was over an hour before Bran decided to get up. Sansa had been carefully listening for any sounds in the forest, praying to gods old and new that nobody would enter the clearing. so she yelped in surprise at the sudden movement. Without a word, Bran brushed himself off and began to walk away from the pond.
"What are you doing?" Sansa asked, appaled. No response. "You can't just leave me like this!" No response. "Please, Bran I'll do anything you want, just help me! Nobody can see me like this!" Her voice was choked with tears, once again scratching Bran's sadistic itch. He could feel himself hardening.
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