And then slips out to the godswood

Bran lingered around for a bit. When he was sure that no one was watching, the young lord exited the hall with the guests. He tried to blend in with the many servants and soldiers that filled the keep.

Soon enough he had found himself outside and making his way to the sacred grove with the weirwood. It was particularly dark that night, even with the full moon watching him. He ventured through one of the barely visible trails. The rustling of leaves beneath him.

After some few moments, he'd arrived at the pond. Looking around, he saw nothing but the crying face carved on the white wood, the calm water of the pond and the sight of more trees. No sign of his sister.

"Arya?" He called for her name. He didn't hear her response, and, for a second, he expected the worst.

"Well, took you long enough." His sister's voice reached his ears. Bran turned and was greeted by the view of her exposed feminine body.

"Yes, I..." He forgot what he was going to say for a moment, transfixed by the slit between her legs. Gods, his cock was unbearably hard.

"I had to make sure no one was paying attention when I left." The Stark mumbled.

"Yes, of course." Arya teased. He really wanted to reach out and fondle her small tits. Bran restrained from doing that. At least some form of decency had to be kept, even in that situation.

But soon the urge to feel his sister was just too much and he took her lips with his own. Passion reigned over reason and his hands felt her soft butt and thighs, while his tongue invaded his sibling's mouth.

"I waited the whole day for this." Bran whispered in the girl's ear. He had always been lusty, but this felt different. He wanted to show his sister a good time just like the night before and stuck his fingers inside her already wet cunt. He heard a soft moan coming from her. The Stark was surprised then, when she stopped him.

"What?" He asked dumbfounded.

"With us having to go back soon, I can only you give you a cocksucking." Arya responded. Bran started to worry. What was wrong?

"Why? What in seven hells does this mean?"

"Bran," she started, "if you want my cunt, then it will be a short fuck. If you do a short fuck, it will be me losing my mind at the feast. Besides, I can't waste time washing out your cum from inside me."

"I can still pull out in time." Bran complained. Surely he could have some self-control

"Like you did last night?" Arya responded. The young lord felt embarrassed. It was only typical that she wouldn't let him forget about his little 'accident' on his first time.

"I thought you said you were fine with it." He said in a defeated tone.

"And I still am." He heard her sigh and felt her soft lips against his. "I just don't want anyone finding out about us. I don't want this to end." He did love when they were close like this, it was so good feeling her pressed against him.

"So? Will you let me be a good sister and help your big boy out?" His naughty sibling asked sensually.

"Fine. But I want a very good cocksucking to compensate." He smiled.