Arya kisses him

"Seven hells!" Arya finally said, leaning forward and kissing Bran. His eyes widened as his sister's lips latched onto him. He wasn't sure how he felt about this. Sure, he'd had a crush on Sansa for years, but this was wrong. What would father think?

However, when he felt Arya pulling back, he threw caution to the wind. Leaning forward, he closed his eyes and kissed her back. She quickly took control, wrapping her arms around Bran and making out with her brother. Her tongue slid past his lip, the hot organ exploring his mouth.

Bran would have stayed like that forever, but another howl, this time from Lady, interrupted them. Bran pulled back, his cheeks a deep shade of red. Arya, on the other hand, had an air of confidence about her. Standing up, she grabbed Bran's hand, pulling him to his feet.

"C'mon," she encouraged, dragging him away from the stables. "I know somewhere a little quieter." Trusting his sister, and his horny teenage brain, Bran followed her.