Playing a game

His hand 'accidentally' slid to her crotch. Bran heard his sister gasp in surprise. There was reason to doubt her act though, he couldn't feel her undergarments beneath her dress. The young lord pulled her skirt up revealing her drenched sex. He didn't hesitate to entertain it a bit further. As expected, Arya didn't offer much in the sense of resistance, only hushed moans and faint cries.

Bran focused on teasing his sibling to the fullest extent. He'd rub it, finger it. And, of cousre, he didn't forget about her tiny breasts. He felt Arya's petite frame writhe umconfortably on his lap. She would sometime try to close her legs, but the Stark had his own between hers and he could easily prevent that from happening. It was very sticky inside, for a second time he wondered how women could be so soft like that.

His cock twitched wildly in his trousers. It took every single drop of motivation for him not to undo them and take her womanhood the way nature intended to.

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt her walls closing in on his fingers. Bran immediately pulled them out before his sister had the chance to reach her release. He then lifted her off his lap and casually tidied his clothes, trying to hide the hardness that threatened to burn a hole on his pants. The look on Arya's face was definetly worth the frustration his member was going through.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Her voice sounded shaky, her eyes were wide open and held a lot of confusion. It was not that hard to notice that his plan was working.

"Well, I feel like that's enough of a reward for me." The Stark responded nonchalantly. "I think it's best if I just start packing my belongings for the Kingsroad."

"A-and you're going to leave me like this?" He saw her rubbing her thighs together, his cock twitched a bit.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about. Anyway, I'll be in my chambers in case you need anything." Bran said with an evil smile on his face, satisfied with the sweet taste of revenge.