Stare her chest

Her figure seemed to accentuate itself. With the exception of her rear, Bran wasn't able to fully appreciate his sister's shape the night before or... ever. But with her new outfit he could see it more clearly. Arya had grown some quite womanly curves. As he admired her body, his gaze landed on her chest. He suddenly knew what he wanted.

"I never did touch your breasts actually." He recalled. The young lord felt a bit nervous, not sure if she would take his reque...

"You want to fondle my tits?" She said more bluntly, some confusion was visible in her expression.

"When you put it that way..." The Stark began.

"Just have at them." Arya cut him off, pressing her breasts together. "I'm not making any promises though."

She sounded quite casual, maybe a hint of insecurity. He couldn't quite tell, as his mind only focused on the anticipation of groping his sibling.

Bran extended his arms to feel the two mounds beneath the silky fabric of her dress. He had to admit that they didn't feel particularly big. But both of them actually fit perfectly on the palms of his hands. They weren't that heavy either, but they were very soft.

Soon, the fabric started proving to be a nuisance. His wild instinct then began to give him a few ideas.

Bran got behind her and pulled the cleavage of her dress down with strength, revealing her buds, to which Arya replied with a yelp.

"Stop! You'll ruin my dreeaahhh..." Her moan didn't let the lass finish. Bran was doing all sort of things to her cute pink nipples. Pulling, pinching, twisting. He felt her weight shift a bit, in a way that her butt started to press against his crotch.

Bran sat on a conveniently placed chair, lifting his sister and placing her on his lap. He decided to appreciate other parts of her body, never leaving her breasts without attention. He kissed her neck, twirled her hair and teased her bottom by doing faint humps. It was when he was caressing her thighs that he got another interesting idea.