Sansa has trouble finding peace

The redhead turned and twisted on her bed. The improper feeling between her legs as the culprit.

Since she had seen her siblings doing gods-know-what together, her mind hadn't been able to focus. She should've told mother and father the moment she had come back to the feast about what she saw. Yet Sansa had only isolated herself, barely managing to keep herself from touching her maidenhood at the party. Thank the gods she'd been able to slip into her chambers earlier than planned under the excuse of feeling tired.

That was how she found herself rolling around her bed and biting her pillow, using all of her willpower to resist bringing her fingers to her crotch.

Sansa went still when her ears picked up the sound of someone at the door. Her eyes hurt as the faint life of a candle invaded her room.

The muffled giggle she heard gave her sister's presence away. Her unbefitting and promiscuous sister that had... ughh.

The thought made the Stark bite her lip hard and bring her hand towards her sex. The Northerner did her best to not give a yelp of surprise when she felt her folds which had become fat and moist due to the whole situation.

Sansa imagined herself on her sister's place once again, down on her knees, engulfing her brother's cock.

The redhead felt a shiver all across her body as she shuffled on her bed.

This was insane. How could she be having these sort of sinful thoughts towards one of her siblings?

The lady blamed it on her sister. This had to be some sort of plot from Arya to get her down to her unladylike level. Sansa begged the gods for mercy and the fortitude to push trough those dark feelings.

Though they seemed to not heed to the girl's plight, as instead of finding sleep, she found herself playing with the folds of her sex.