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Chapter 13 by Reman Reman

What is the Stark's choice?

He undresses himself

He gently, although with some difficulty, got out of the gown. The fabric ran across his larger rear and breasts, letting him fully exposed to the slightly damp air.

Adjusting the thick auburn hair that got on his face, Bran saw Sansa's reflection on the same mirror. He watched as his sister's cheeks went red from seeing herself bare. She was already gorgeous, but his sibling was even better naked. It was unreal that she looked exactly like how he remembered her when he used to spy on her at the godswood with Jeyne. It was even more unreal that all that beauty belonged to him now.

Sansa had hair that went past her shoulders and he could feel it tickling on his back. He was always fond of her nice rack but did not expect the strange weight that came with it. Bran watched the redhead in the mirror fill her hands with them. They were soft to the touch and strange to feel them grabbed. Their heaviness was somehow comforting though. The Stark was then interested by its nipples and the pink area around them. His fingertips made circles on Sansa's areolas. He was surprised by how sensitive it felt.

The next thing that catched his interest was her form in general. Even if her chest had been smaller, Sansa had a woman's body, there was no denying that. The shape formed by her slender shoulders and wide hips, not to mention the smoothness and hairless fair skin, was delightful to look at.

Out of curiosity, the Stark turned to check his rear. It was a stunning view. Sansa's butt was as pale as the rest of her. There was something very calming to the sight of a juicy ass of that colour. Another idea then came to his auburn-haired head.

Bran sat on the edge of the bed and observed the ginger muff on his crotch. His breathing got more nervous. It was uncomfortable even thinking of it. Sansa's face also showed. He could not do it. He knew what a cunt was. He knew he had one between his legs. There was virtually no need to investigate it any further.

The Stark stood up and made his way to the gown he left on the dresser. He was done exploring. Unfortunately, he did not expect the sound of steps approaching the door.

Can he dress himself in time?

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