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Love and Comfort	By : White Glove Literature Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 38888 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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She had always liked him. When she was younger, she had looked up to him as her strong big brother. He played with her, pretending she was a princess and he was her champion, defending her honor against all challengers. As she grew up, her mother tried to discourage her from seeing him in a positive light, but she couldn’t help herself. No matter what her mother said, she loved him.
As she matured, she grew besotted with him, soon falling deeply in love. She would spy on him from her perch on the balcony as he sparred in the yard, the sweat pouring off him, dripping tantalizingly down the muscles of his bare chest. He often trained shirtless, and it made her dizzy to watch him. Lately, she had grown more aware of her body, noticing a heat and dampness between her legs as she watched him. At night when the rest of the house was asleep, and she lay in bed with the lights out, thoughts of him would drift through her mind.
Often as she thought of him her hand would creep beneath her covers, pulling the front of her nightgown up around her waist, her fingers finding that secret part of herself that her mother said she must not touch. She let her fingers tease the slippery folds open before dipping inside her heated core, the hole slick causing her finger to slide in easily. She bit her lip to stifle her cries as her breathing hitched in her throat. She stifled a moan.
“So amazing,” She thought to herself as she lay in her bed.
These sensations felt so good that they couldn’t possibly be wrong. As Sansa’s fingers teased and touched the small nub that lay at the top of her slit she thought of Jon, her vision swimming as the pleasure exploded in her belly, her orgasm washing over her in a wave.
She climbed out of her bed, determined to confront him and confess her feelings, but when she opened the door, she saw movement out in the hallway and hid behind the doorframe. It was from her brother Jon. He was leaving Arya’s room and licking his lips. The front of his boxers bulging. She stifled a gasp, afraid to call attention to herself at that moment.
“He is erect,” she realized with a start.
She held her breath and watched him step into his room and close the door behind him, and waited until she was sure the coast was clear before creeping through the hall and sneaking into his bedroom. She froze as she stood in his doorway, startled at the sight before her. He was laying on his bed; the covers were pulled back, his eyes shut tight as he stroked himself, his breathing heavy.
“Omg. He is masturbating. It’s huge,” Sansa thought to herself.
She gasped, and he heard her, his eyes widening as he saw her watching him from the doorway. He froze looking up at her before quickly covering himself with his hands.
“Err uh um Sansa. Wh…what are you doing in here?” He asked awkwardly.
Sansa crept slowly towards the bed, not speaking; her eyes fixed on his member, she sat down on the feather mattress, her hand hesitantly reaching out in front of her was inching closer to his member. She had to touch it. Just once to see what it was like. She had never seen a man’s thing, much less felt one. She wanted her brother to be her first.
As her hand closed around the shaft, Jon pulled his hands away, a shocked smile on his face as he cupped her cheek, tracing her lips with the pad of his thumb. She blushed, leaning into his touch, her hand moving gently across his shaft, fingertips tracing the thick, dark veins in his pulsing member, it was so hard and yet so soft at the same time. And so hot. She leaned down, remembering something she once heard the kitchen maids mention while gossiping amongst themselves.
Blushing furiously she slowly took the tip of his member between her lips, closing her mouth over the shaft, the tip of her wet, velvet tongue darting out to swipe against his mushroom tip, causing Jon to gasp and shiver.
“Sweet Gods, Sansa. Damn that feels incredible." He breathed watching her intently.
Jon softly caressed her cheek with his left hand, the right gripping the top of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her head up and down on his shaft, moaning quietly as he watched his member disappearing in and out of her warm, wet mouth. She sucked his shaft, bobbing her head up and down gently, tongue teasing the slit at the tip, her hands stroking the lower half of his shaft while cupping his balls, rolling them gently between her soft fingers.
Jon moaned softly, his breathing heavy, his hands holding her head on his member, his hips thrusting upwards, pushing the tip of his member into her tight, constricting throat causing her to gag as he panted, his movements frantic as she drove him closer to the breaking point. "S...so close. Sansa, I'm going to cum in your mouth," he muttered, eyes shut tight, fingers pressing tight against her scalp, holding her head still as a thick, salty goop sprayed into her mouth causing her to gag and splutter, some of his stuff dribbling down her chin. She pulled back when he finished, scooping his seed off her chin with a finger and examining it curiously before pushing the finger into her mouth, licking it clean.
Jon smiled, and she giggled, curling up against his chest as he held her, his fingers carding through her hair. Sansa inhaled deeply as she lay in his arms. His body smelling of an earthy musk, hard and heavily muscled, his lips against her neck, trailing fiery kisses across her skin, causing her breath to hitch as he tugged aside her collar, nuzzling her bare shoulder, his free hand moving down to her chest to cup her small, budding breasts through the fabric of her nightgown.
Sansa moaned and buried her face in his shoulder, biting down on her lower lip as she wrapped her right arm around his shoulders, pressing tight against his body, her left hand disappearing down below the bed covers, tugging her nightgown up over her hips. Her body was so hot as though it was burning up from the inside out, the aching emptiness between her legs driving her mad. She slipped a hand into her panties and teased a soft, slender finger between her lips, teasing circles around her dripping hole. She was so wet now, and it was driving her mad. She needed something, but she wasn’t sure what. There was only a light patch of copper-colored fuzz covering her slit, but she was proud that she was growing up.
Her parents were away on a trip for work, taking her older brother Robb with them since he was the heir to the family business, leaving she and her siblings behind with their Uncle, Ben. He was kind and sweet, but rather quiet and kept to himself. Most of the time she and Jon were left to watch over Arya, Bran, and baby Rickon. Jon smiled, hugging her close, his arms wrapped tight around her trailing kisses along her jaw, his hands tugging her nightgown upwards. She raised her arms, helping him to remove it before tossing it onto the floor while she slid out of her panties, his rough hands teasing her nipples, pinching and twisting the hard-pink nubs, making her gasp. It felt so good, but it still wasn’t enough. She still needed more.
“J…Jon, please. I need…” she started to say, but she wasn’t able to finish before Jon pushed her hands away from her dripping sex, his hands replacing hers, his calloused fingers probing her slit, rolling and teasing her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Jon teased his fingers across her entrance, a thick digit pushing slowly into her very wet tunnel, causing her back to arch, a small whimper escaping her lips. As Sansa moaned and writhed in his arms, her juices soaking his hand and her thighs, Jon pumped his finger in and out of her tight clutching sheath, her hips rocking on his hand, grinding hard against his hand.
“Sooo good. More, please,” she gasped, waves of pleasure coursing through her as her stomach knotted, tightening as her vision swam. She felt her mind going blank as her body shook, the pleasure too much for her to handle, she shoved her fist to her mouth, biting down to keep from screaming as her juices gushed out, soaking her thighs and the bed, coating Jon’s hand.
“It was so much better with Jon,” she thought, riding out her orgasm, Jon teasing her clit between his fingers, prolonging her pleasure, making her body shake, her hips bucking as she came a second time, before collapsing, her body limp, breathing heavy, she fell back against the pillows panting hard.
Sansa lay back against the pillows, Jon lying beside her, kissing her forehead as he smiled down at her, eyes full of warmth and love, he gazed at her, body slick with a sheen of sweat, her hair damp, thighs dripping.
“Wow, Jon, that was incredible,” She whispered, gazing at her beloved brother, she curled up against his chest, her breathing steady as her eyes fluttered closed, nuzzling tight against his shoulder as she drifted off to slumber, Jon beside her, both asleep in each other’s arms.
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