Incestuous Foreplay

Their passionate kiss lasted quite a while and Jon could feel Sansa's erect nipples poking at his chest. Instinctively, he placed an arm around her naked back and hugged her closer until they could feel each other's heartbeat. Eventually, they had to break off for air, their breathing ragged as they embraced.

"Mmm," She hummed as she opened her eyes, content. "That was nice."

"Sansa..." Jon said in a wonderous tone, "are you sure you want to do this?"

She nodded; her pupils dilated.

"Oh, just shut up," She said before holding his cheeks and giving him another heated kiss.

That was when they started moving towards the bed and his very naked sister started to help him remove his clothes. They both moaned between liplocks, their arousal getting stronger as they opened the floodgates that used to hold back their feelings for each other, even from themselves. Before long, Jon's chest and legs were exposed and they were making out on the white sheets of the Lord Commander's bed.

Then, Sansa moved down Jon's short pants, exposing his long, hard cock to the winter night's cold. He groaned when his sister started to rub it, her mischievous eyes complimented by her smirk and he started to wonder if Sansa managed to pick up some lessons on seduction back in King's Landing.

"Why don't you try out a wish to make ourselves more comfortable?" She asked him, curiosity in her tone.

"Like what?" He wondered, inhaling sharply at her ministrations.

Sansa grinned, her body still slightly tense but clearly getting more and more comfortable. Then she moved closer to his ear.

"Surprise me," She whispered with want.

It wasn't that easy to concentrate while she kept giving him a handjob but then he got an idea.

"I wish that while I am in the company of my sister Sansa for tonight, this room is as warm and comfortable as the hot springs chambers of Winterfell," Jon voiced out.

At first, nothing happened but in a matter of seconds, the air became hot and moist and the temperature became much, much more comfortable. Sansa had a marveled look on her face as she stared at her handsome brother, the cold weariness in her muscles melting away.

"Oh, this is going to be so hard to get used to but definitely consider me pleasantly surprised," She giggled.

Jon couldn't help but agree. He hadn't felt so comfortable in years. Still, before things went any further, he had something to say. So, caressed his lovely sister's cheek and stared at her with longing.

"Sansa," He said softly. "Are you sure this is what you want? I would completely understand if your...experiences with Ramsey left you with a really bad impression of sex."

His auburn-haired sibling sighed at that a small tear running down her eye as if on reflex. Jon looked somber and tenderly wiped it way.

"You are not wrong," She admitted. "Nightmares of the night he **** me still wake up at night every now and then. But...I have always dreamed of sharing my bed with someone that truly cares about me and right now, I can't think of anyone that makes me feel safe and cared for more than you," His sister whispered.

Jon shook his head as the last of his restraint melted away and he snugged her again; making her moan. He was slightly disappointed when she chose to break away but then he caught on the lustful look on her face and he drew a sharp breath when he saw her move down his body. She gave him one last grin and then started to suck his cock with a passion.