A much deserved cocksucking

He saw Arya smile whilst she got down to her knees. The anticipation affected him in unexpected ways, almost making him forget how to untie his own trousers as the pretty girl looked up to him expectantly. His big and hard rod sprung up when she pulled the fabric almost hitting his sisters face. He felt a small death of pleasure the moment her lips enveloped him.

Bran let out a moan when her tongue made contact with the underside of his manhood. Even with her signature strong grip, the sensation was nothing short of divine. But the truth was, however, that there was nothing holy about what they were doing. If only the gods ought to let sisters take care of their brothers like that.

Yet the consequences of their act was nothing but a distant memory as the unseemly noises coming from her throat filled his ears. Another sharp sensation of pleasure shot through his cock as his sibling began to work faster. His eyes took in the sight of a submissive Arya determinedly sucking him. For a brief moment, a thought ocurred to him. What if he whisked her away? Their father ruled the North and yet they barely knew anything of it outside their castle. He felt her smooth hair between his fingers. Perhaps they could venture out into the Wolfswood or sail to Skaagos together.

His sister simply continued to bob her head up and down his shaft. Maybe he couldn't actually live out this fantasy, but he could certainly live out the fantasy of her choking on his manhood.

He started to move and thrust with more energy. He saw her looking up at him. It was as if they didn't need to exchange words with one another, the Stark only knew that, when he met her eyes, they told him 'more'. The young lord had no choice but to comply. He grabbed the back of her head as he forced his cock down her throat.

The sight of his sister submitting to his manhood filled him with even more enthusiasm. Making him ignore the fact that she seemed to be running low on air. Such a primal facefuck would have be something they would have to do more often.

He felt himself reaching at his limit. Plunging himself deeper, a warm pleasure coursed through his shaft and he emptied himself on her. She felt his cock pulsate and squirt his seed. He had so much of his seed stored that Arya didn't seem to be able to take it all, some of the white gooey substance spilling down her chin onto her petite chest.

He slid himself out, leaving his sister gasping for breath. She looked over to him, exhausted by the recent act. The pleasure made him lightheaded and he felt like as if he was going to pass out.

"Gods, I was holding that in the entire day. Thanks a lot Arya." He expressed his gratitude at her letting him release himself.

"The pleasure was all mine." He heard her chuckle in response, slowly caressing herself between her legs. "You should head back before people start suspecting."

"Sure." He began, putting his trousers hurriedly. "Tomorrow?" He asked.

"If we get a chance..." Arya replied. He could only smile at the thought, his mind working on some very naughty scenarios. His flaccid manhood dangling beneath the leather, Bran waved his sibling goodbye and started to make his way back to the keep where all the guests were.

Funny. As he braved through the Godswood, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. But the recent sight of his naked sister somewhat eased his mind and made him forget about that.