Is sunny and warm

Arya woke up to her sister dressing herself and a sore pain on her butt. She must've overslept, something unheard of. She looked past her own buds, at the rag between her legs. The blood on it determining she was no longer so innocent. The girl groaned in an unladylike manner, which earned a glare from Sansa. The younger sibling looked out the window. The morning was sunny and her room equally warm, only then noticing she was drenched in sweat because of it.

The young lady also felt Bran's liquid inside her asshole. She used some fingers to verify if it'd been leaking out of her tiny hole. Some sticky droplets answered it for her. The girl made sure to clean them on the skirt of her gown.

"Look at who finally woke up. In addition to being a rude brat, have you decided to turn into a lazy slob as well?" Sansa mocked, grabbing Arya's attention.

"I overslept because I was up late last night fucking our brother. What about you and your dry cunt?" That's what she wanted to say, of course. The girl decided to remain in silence. Staring at her sister's naked form. She internally despised her, jealous of the redhead's perfect body. Her small buds were nothing compared to the round and perky breasts of Sansa. She wasn't entirely unsatisfied with her butt, but her sister's definetly seemed softer and juicier, her thicker thighs complimenting her sex very well.

She'd bet Sansa wouldn't endure half of the night she spent with their brother though, nor housing his member in her...

"Since you're here, help me get dressed. I must look my best for Jeoffrey." Arya almost puked. She'd rather join the sept than to think of that sad excuse for a prince as a romantic interest. How stupid Sansa could be to not understand that only Northerners were worth of a Stark? True Northern men like... Bran.

After helping her sister, Arya slipped in a light dress she'd never used much. The silky fabric feeling a bit weird against her skin. Sansa looked at her with much confusion.

"What?" The girl asked her, annoyed and ready for her sister to mock her further.

"You're wearing... that?" The older Stark replied, eyeing the dress that belonged to her when she was younger.

"What's wrong with it? It's warm outside and I won't be sweating like a dog inside one of my coats." Arya responded as if she was talking to a toddler.

"As long as you don't tear it in pieces causing whatever trouble you're planning." The younger girl rolled her eyes, starting to make of that situation Sansa simply being jealous of her dress.