Soft

Bran started caressing her back. He'd been scared by how many wounds she had, but it didn't change how soft Arya's skin felt against his hands. His member was definitely not going limp. The young lord wondered how she got half of those cuts and bruises. He felt her wince a little bit. Bran cursed himself for his carelessness.

His desire was suddenly reignited when he came close to her breasts. Bran hesitated for a split second, the mental effort to purge those inappropriate thoughts out of his mind. The Stark felt his sister's hands circle around his own, bringing them close to her chest. He tried pulling them back by instinct, but her grip was strong, keeping them there. Was this her way of asking him? Just what was happening? Bran barely noticed that he'd dropped the soap and his hands were now doing work on her petite bosom.

A wild drive made him feel the weight of her breasts with more intensity. Arya took the initiative yet again by sitting on his naked lap, both their skins making contact inside the water. Feeling the soft flesh of a woman on his crotch made his cock grow even harder. She gently guided his manhood to the treasure that every girl kept, her entrance teasing his tip.

Bran couldn't hold himself anymore and plunged himself inside his sister, hearing a moan escape her lips. It was so tight, her walls clamping every inch of his girth. She started moving up and down, his tip reaching all the way in there.

The frailty massaging his thick cock enticed him. It had been the nicest pussy it had ever tasted. In the first time since forever, Bran completely forgot about Sansa. He also forgot about the fact that Arya was his sister. To him, she was the sexiest woman he had ever been with at that moment. She had the youth and passion that only a Northerner... no, a Stark could have.