Bran kisses her

Fuck it, Bran thought, leaning in and captured her lips with his. He closed his eyes and got lost in the moment, never having kissed a girl before. She didn't push him away, but she didn't reciprocate either, and after a few seconds Bran pulled back. Both Starks were shocked and flustered, not to mention speechless.

Bran was about to apologize when his sister growled "Seven hells!" Without another word, she practically tackled Bran, smashing her lips against his. They tumbled to the ground, making out like two lovers who'd been apart for far too long. Arya straddled him, almost subconsciously pressing her crotch against his. All this excitement, and seeing the direwolves breeding, had made Bran quite hard, his erect length straining against the confines of his breeches. Recalling something he'd heard Theon mention, he pushed his tongue into her mouth, which she gladly accepted.

Bran wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her as close as possible. He'd never seen Arya this way before. All his fantasies had always surrounded Sansa, with her auburn hair and pretty smile. Now she was the furthest thing from his mind, his thoughts consumed with thoughts of Arya. His hand dropped down to her plump ass, giving it a squeeze.

"Gods!" Arya gasped, never having been touched down there before. He kneaded and spread the sensitive flesh, turning her on beyond belief. She ground her aching sex against Bran's breeches, desperately trying to find some release.

"I want you," Bran groaned, kissing her with newfound need. "I need you."

Arya said nothing, but broke the kiss. For a few moments, they just stared into each other's eyes, a trail of saliva connecting their lips. Then, wordlessly, Arya stood up, turning her back on her brother. At first, Bran thought she was mad, that he'd pushed her too far. Then he saw her untying her breeches. She was trembling, but eventually, she loosened the knot. Pushing the fabric over the hump of her ass, she let her breeches fall to the ground. Arya was never much of a lady, and on some days she managed without smallclothes.

Today was one of those days.

Walking back over to her stunned brother, she knelt over him, a knee on either side of his head. Bran had a full view of her sex, the first time he'd seen a girl's intimate parts. She was absolutely stunning, her pussy dripping with excitement. Each petal was glistening and inviting. He ass was exquisite as well, not huge but not small either. It was perfectly plump, just the right size to take a handful in each hand. Her cheeks firm from all the time she spent running and riding around Winterfell. His entire view was consumed by her beautiful globes and cute cunt, and Bran could feel his mouth watering.

"Have you ever done this before?" Bran asked, stunned by his sister's forwardness.

"No," Arya replied, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "But I've heard things. Things the serving girls talk about, things the guards brag about. Do you..." Bran couldn't see it, but she bit her lip. "Do you maybe want to..."

Bran didn't wait for her to finish. Knowing they both wanted it, he grabbed her ass and pulled it down to his lips. He's also heard things, especially from Theon, who liked to brag about his "conquests." She gasped as he brought his lips to her cunt, pushing his tongue into her folds.

"Ugh! You bastard!" She groaned, bracing herself on Bran's chest. She pressed herself onto Bran's face as his tongue explored her sex. He thrusts in and out, swirling it inside, basically trying everything. The latter seems to produce the greatest effect, Arya almost crushing his head with her thighs as she moaned.

"I think... mmmm... I think you deserve some love too." Not exactly in a position to speak, Bran has to just wonder what she means, all while continuing to eat her out. He doesn't have to wait long, as soon he feels Arya's deft hands untying his breeches. Moments later, his cock is exposed to the cold northern air.

"Well, I can confidently say that is the biggest cock I've ever seen!" She teases, wrapping a slender hand around the base. Bran just rolled his eyes, way too horny to care. Arya giggled at her own joke, beginning to jerk him off. Her grip was firm, borderline painful, but her hand still felt heavenly. Bran had never been touched down there by a girl, and the feeling made him double his efforts. His hands reached up and carressed his sister's back, heightening her pleasure.

"Oh fuck!" Arya groaned when Bran accidentally grazed her clit, grinding her cunt into his mouth. "Right there!" Bran went back to the spot, sucking on the sensitive flesh. The pleasure was incredible, better than anything she'd ever done to herself, and Arya knew Bran deserved more than a handjob. Too horny to have inhibitions, Arya threw caution to the wind and wrapped her lips around his cock. Bran was so caught off guard that he stopped, making Arya pull off his dick.

"Don't you dare stop," Arya growled before taking him in her mouth again. Bran didn't need to be told twice, going in on her clit again. Both siblings were approaching their climax, both lost in a world of pleasure. Arya's lips glided up and down Bran's length, paying extra attention to the tip. Bran was completely focused on his sister's clit, his hands squeezing her ass and bringing his prize closer to his lips.

It was Bran who finished first. Groaning, he came into Arya's mouth. She didn't want to waste a drop, sucking the poor boy dry. She loved the taste, loved the taboo of it. Bran wanted to close his eyes and just enjoy the moment, but he forced himself to keep pleasuring his sister. This paid off when she reached her own orgasm, holding back screams. She was a squirter, and her juices poured into his mouth, which he eagerly lapped up.

Overwhelmed, Arya rolled off her brother, lying next to him in the grass. The two had to take a moment to catch their breath, their gasps the only sound in this cool Northern afternoon.

"I guess the direwolves finished their fun," Arya finally said, noting the lack of sex coming from the stables. Bran just nodded, unable to form words at the moment.

It took a while, but eventually, the two stood up and began to get dressed. They didn't say a word to each other, not out of shame for their dirty deed, but because they couldn't find the words to express their feelings. It wasn't until they were fully dressed, and Arya about to leave when Bran spoke up.

"Arya," he called, getting her attention. She looked over, and Bran couldn't help but blush. "I... I want to do this again. You're just so beautiful and amazing and-"

Arya cut him off, pulling him into a tight hug. "Don't worry," she whispered in his ear, grinning. "I see us doing all sorts of naughty things on the way to King's landing." Turning his head, Bran captured her lips for one last kiss, full of passion and need. His hands snaked their way down to her ass, giving it a squeeze. Arya just giggled and escaped his grasp.

"Save it for next time," she laughed, then turned around and ran off, the taste of Bran's cum still in her mouth. Bran stood still and watched her go, her ass swaying as she hurried away. While he would always find Sansa to be amazingly sexy, Arya was now the main object of his desires.