Watch from afar

You decide to stay back for now. You start to recognise the sounds of kisses and giggles coming from the two young men. But who could they be? The baths below Winterfell are reserved for only the highest nobility.

You creep closer ever so slightly. “Jon…” The boys have their mouths on each other, sucking and kissing and licking. One has dark brown curly hair, and the other has even curlier black hair. Their kisses are forceful and passionate, their bodies pressed tight together under the water.

“We shouldn’t be doing this Robb,” the black-haired one says. “Someone could… anyone could walk in and…”

Robb breaks him off with a kiss, softly this time, and strokes his wet hair comfortingly. “There is only two others who are permitted into these chambers, Jon. Bran takes his baths in the evening.”

“And father?”

You suddenly realise who you are looking at. Robb Stark, the heir to Winterfell, and his half-brother Jon Snow, the lords bastard. Petyr Baelish had detailed the court of Winterfell very briefly in his letters.

Robb smiles at his brother. “Would it really be so bad? If father was to… see us.”

Jon shakes his head, smiling back. “You want to be caught by father. You think our hungry mouths would be enough to seduce him away from Theon? You are his son and heir Robb, be happy with that.”

“He is my father.” Robb says, stubbornly. “Your father. And Theon has stolen him away from us. As a pair we could bring any man into realms of pleasure that far exceed anything that… ugly squid bitch can do.”

You have the feeling you have heard far too much, and yet you want to hear more. Lord Starks sons seem to be plotting to seduce their own father. You feel your dick harden at the thought of the unholy threesome that Robb is describing. Winterfell is indeed an interesting place.

The steam of the room does enough to conceal you, but to be safe you sneak behind one of the marble columns at the four corners of the pool.

“I will do whatever will make you happy, my love.” Jon strokes Robb’s wet hair. “You know that.”

Robb smiles at him, a little embarrassed.

“I know what would make me happy now,” he says devilishly, and reaches over to the pile of clothes beside the pool. He pulls out a small cylindrical object from his coat pocket, holding it into Jon’s face.

“What do you say, bastard?” Robb teases.

Jon nods his head, and the two emerge from the pool. For a second you fear that they mean to walk back around to the entrance, where you will almost surely be spotted, but instead they squat down on the tile platform above the pool steps.

Robb gets on all fours, showing off his glorious muscular ass. His thighs are thick and slightly hairy, his buttocks round and firm. He shakes himself at Jon, smiling devilishly.

The sight is too much to bear. You begin to touch yourself, slowly rubbing up and down your shaft, trying not to get too excited.

You expect Jon to mount him, but instead he crouched in the same position facing the opposite way, with his buttocks pressing against Robbs. The sight of the two brothers wet asses bouncing against each other is the most erotic thing you have ever seen. You let go of your dick momentarily, trying not to come too fast.

Staying in position, Jon reaches behind himself to insert the long cylindrical object into his ass, taking a deep heavy sigh as the dildo runs up into his anus. “Robb,” he says, his voice huskier than usual. “You ready for it?”

“Give it to me brother.” Robb commands.

Jon fumbled the dildo steadily into Robbs ass. Robb rests his head on the floor, keeping his ass high in the air. He breathes deeply and sighs with pleasure as the other side of the dildo slides in. “Yes, Jon, oh yes!”

Jon bucks his hips, riding the dildo back and forth between him and his brothers ass. Robb simply leans greedily into the dildo, enjoying the pleasure. “Fuck Jon, it is so deep inside me, yes, yes, Jon!”

Jon looks over his shoulder at his brother. “It feels good, brother.” He grunts. “It feels good. And it feels good to… ah… see you happy.”

Robb greedily bounces on the dildo with great energy. The two boys moans mix in the air until it is impossible to tell whose voice is whose. They cry affections for each other, professing love and devotion. Sweat runs down their hot bodies, all the while their asses jiggle against each other as they share their carnal pleasure.

Lord Stark has no idea what he’s missing, you think to yourself. If only he knew what his sons were doing. Or who knows, maybe a foreign king from a foreign island could introduce himself and… ah…

You cannot take it anymore. Stroking your dick, you unleash a spluttering of seamen onto the back of the column. At almost the same time, both boys collapse on the floor, the dildo falling to the ground between them.

You hurry out of the bathhouse to collect your towel and clothes, which you change into with haste.

You do not feel entirely safe until you return to your apartments. It is clear that you have witnessed entirely too much, the two older sons of Ned Stark were engaged in an incestuous liaison, and furthermore they seem to be planning a seduction of their own father. Suddenly you wish you were in Ned Stark’s position.

You wonder to yourself, how would the Lord of Winterfell feel if he knew what his sons were up to?