Some private time

"This is good soup," Sansa said, a bit of surprise in her tone.

Jon smiled lightly at her, amused.

"Do you remember those kidney pies Old Nan used to make?" She asked.

"With the peas and onions? Mmm," Jon hummed, reminiscing. "We never should have left Winterfell."

"Don't you wish we could go back to the day we left?" She wondered aloud. "I want to scream at myself, "Don't go, you idiot."

Jon hesitated, remembering that the voice in the dream told him his new abilities would include the capacity for changing the past of his family members. Tempting as that was though, the mere possibility seemed too dangerous for him. If he was going to experiment, he would prefer to start on a much smaller scale. So, he shrugged at Sansa's comment.

"How could we know?" He said evenly.

"I spent a lot of time thinking about what an ass I was to you," Sansa admitted with some guilt in her voice. "I wish I could change everything."

"We were children," Jon responded empathically.

"I was awful," She insisted, "just admit it."

Her brother chuckled at that. "You were occasionally awful. Still, I'm sure I can't have been great fun. Always sulking in the corner while the rest of you played."

"Can you forgive me?" She asked of him.

"There's nothing to forgive," The former Lord Commander said as he shook his head.

"Forgive me," Sansa said more strongly, delightful mischief in her gaze.

Jon paused, realizing that now was as good a time as any to see if there was truth to the dream. But he had to ask his sister to do something she would never do otherwise to make sure the powers work. Thinking quickly, an obvious answer came to mind.

"Tell you what," Jon said with a grin that seemed to indicate he was joking while, inwardly, he was trying to focus to will his wish into reality, "I will forgive you if you strip naked before me."

Sansa raised an eyebrow. "Seriously Jon? I mean, I suppose it's understandable that now that you have a loophole out of the Night's Watch you must be eager to fuck but don't you think that joke is a bit too crude?"

Only after she finished talking did she realized that she had already removed her cloak and her hands were already in the process of getting rid of her dress. "What the...?!" Sansa gasped, startled. "Why can't I control my arms?"

Jon's jaw dropped to the floor as his sister started tugging at her undergarments. Supernaturally eventful week or not, he couldn't believe this was actually happening. Before long he felt his cock hardened like never before, as Sansa's beautiful body was laid bare before him, much to her confusion.