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By LuigiFapStare

It had been along time coming, but Arya was home. So much had happened even since she had left Braavos. Jon had died. Jon had come back. Jon had killed Ramsay Bolton. King in the North. Word of Walder Frey’s **** had arrived long before she had, and the northern lords were cheering the unknown assassin almost as they were Jon. She had only told her family her role in it. No one else would believe it anyway.

A grand feast was held to welcome her back, and everyone was in high spirits despite the winter growing harsher and the impending White Walker invasion. Word from the wall was things were quiet, but she know as well as anyone else that things could change in an instant. She had mourned the family she had lost a long time ago, and now it was time to celebrate what she had left.

Arya never had the luxury of drinking too much. Father wouldn’t allow more than a small cup of wine with dinner for the youngest, and her harsh life on the road didn’t give her the opportunity even if she wanted to. But now she was drunk, enjoying the festivities as much as anyone else. Jon was helping her to bed, being not nearly as sloshed as she was. “That’s enough, you’re getting some sleep before you end up in bed with some knight,” he chided. “Sansa will keep the guests entertained, I think I’ll head to bed myself.”

She only laughed at that. “I can take care of myself you know,” she said, clinging harder. She still wanted to be with him. “Ramsay had one of his whores in your room, I’ll have it cleaned out tomorrow,” he said. “Sleep here tonight, I’m still not comfortable here.” It was the Lord’s chamber, her parents room. Now belonging to the King. He had led her to the bed and turned to go, but she held tightly to his arm.

“Stay with me, please,” she pleaded, and Jon relented without a struggle, sitting next to her on the furs. She stretched her arm around his back, and nuzzled his shoulder. It had been so long. The day he left she had given him what she thought was a womanly kiss and even offered to take his virginity before joining the Watch. He was flustered but just laughed in the end, patting her on the head like the little girl she was back then.

Arya wasn’t a little girl any more. She had killed a great number of people, and even fucked a few thanks to some special training back in Braavos. Then she was always thinking about Jon, and how she would greet him if she would ever return home. No better time than now with her inhibitions lowered. She traced her hand up his thigh and grabbed his crotch. “Remember that goodbye gift I was going to give you?”

“Arya...” he said sternly, his whole body stiffened, including the bulge in his pants. “You know we can’t.” Still, he didn’t pull away.

“I don’t care, it’s not like we’ll get married,” she said, slipping to the floor and between his legs to fiddle with his pants. “The King needs a proper wife. Maybe that Mormont girl, she’s been making eyes at you when you aren’t looking. Would you rather pay her a visit tonight?”

“What, she’s even younger than you!” Further protests were cut off by a moan as she took him in her mouth. He was bigger than she had remembered, having peeked in on him more than a few times once puberty started. For all the fuss, he wasn’t resisting at all, even stroking her hair encouragingly. She bobbed her head quickly, wanting to get him off before she woke up from this dream. There was a tingle between her legs, but she focused on Jon’s pleasure, swirling her tongue around the head and the precum it produced.

Arya wasn’t that good at it, but any blowjob works wonders on someone not used to getting them. It was only a few minutes before he came, crying out her name in the process. She stroked the base of his shaft firmly, milking his seed until he was drained, and swallowed without hesitation. It wasn’t a taste she enjoyed much, but for Jon she would do anything.

She was quite excited now, and wanted him inside her as soon as possible. She stood and started pulling her clothes off. No fancy striptease, she just tossed them everywhere. Jon watched her bemused and she threw her pants at him. “Don’t make me cut your clothes off Jon, I know this isn’t your first time,” she said, causing him to chuckle. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She had grown quite a bit. She was no longer a flat chested scrawny girl, her breasts had grown a good bit, and she could feel the men downstairs staring at her butt in these leather pants.

“Right,” he said, smirking. She watched as he undressed. His chest was covered in scars, not just from the stabbings, but battle wounds as well. Clearly all his battle training paid off though, he was far more muscular than she remembered. She just wanted to jump him and ride him senseless. Wasting no more time, and pushed him down on the bed. He was surprised but let her take the lead, grabbing her hips as she straddled him, and impaled herself on his cock. “Ngh, how does it feel to fuck your little sister?” she said with a moan. She rested her hands on his chest, and rocked her hips.

“Like a Targaryen I guess,” he replied with a smirk. He was really getting into it now, squeezing her ass hard and pulling her down for a kiss. Their tongues danced as she ground against him, her clit rubbing against his body. She hadn’t had any release for awhile, so Arya was the first this round, her cunt squeezing him hard while she tossed her head back to moan. Jon took the opportunity to turn the tables on her, rolling her over so he was on top. She didn’t have the strength or the inclination to resist.

He held her down and drilled into her repeatedly, the sound of their bodies slapping together with their moans and gasps could draw some unwanted attention, but Arya didn’t care, she just wanted her brother to cum inside her, consequences be damned. It did seem like forever, but still not long enough. She came again, hands clawing at Jon’s back this time. That seemed to push him over the edge, and he rammed in one more time and held it there, shooting his seed inside her womb. The were both spent, and Arya soon fell asleep, snuggled up next to Jon.