Strong

The blind girl felt him caressing her back. His hands were strong but had a certain gentleness to them, it made her inside twitch a bit. She imagined what he must be looking like after all that time. Arya winced when he grazed some of her wounds with the soap. She wouldn't let her pain show though, rather endure it than letting him stop.

Something overtook her when Bran came close to her breasts. She felt him hesitate for a split second, enough for her desire for him to flare up tenfold. Arya's own hands circled around his, bringing them to her chest. He tried pulling back but she kept them there, telling him, in a way, exactly what she wanted him to do. The young lord did not resist, as Arya felt him gropping her petite bosom and dropping the soap.

Her breath was becoming heavier with his massage. She felt her heart pounding against her chest. The blind girl sat on his naked lap. She sensed something hard and meaty poking her bottom. The Stark did not need her eyesight to tell what it was. She gently guided it to her own entrance, his tip teasing her skin.

Another moan escaped her when she felt his cock spreading her slowly. It was so big, she could sense every inch of his girth. Like a natural response, Arya started to move her hips up and down. The entrance of her womb being poked everytime he thrusted.

The manliness ravaging her cute twat enticed her. It was way better than she'd fantasized. If only her teenager self had known Bran was this good, Arya would've jumped on his member way before she left for King's Landing. Didn't matter he was her brother, there had been no men in her life that even got close to him. Gendry was alright, but he was no Northerner, let alone a Stark.