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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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“I love you, Sansa.”
She had been in the yard, swinging a fencing blade at an imaginary opponent, cheering when she was victorious, her opponent yielding to her superior skill. She heard the sound of horses’ hooves clattering on the pavestones. There across the courtyard were her beloved brother and her annoying older sister. There were laughing as they dismounted, leading their horses into the stables. She stowed her sword in the armory and ran for the stables, eager to see her brother again. She wanted to tell him that she loved him. That she would be fine with sharing him if he decided to try and include Sansa in their relationship, though inwardly she still had some reservations, fearing that he might prefer Sansa to her. She stopped at the doorway to the stables, her world crashing down around her.
There they were. Jon cradling Sansa in his arms, kissing her, both lost to the world. “I love you, Sansa.” The words played over and over in her ears, her vision blurry as tears sprang forth. How could he do this to her? She loved him with all her heart and here he was, kissing her horrid sister. He had approached Sansa without even telling her.
“Had he decided she wasn’t worth waiting for? Did he in fact prefer Sansa to her as she had feared? Was he lying when he told her she was beautiful like Sansa?” All these thoughts raced through her head in the span of a few seconds. “I love you, Sansa.” The words made her sick. And angry. They broke her heart. A sob escaped her throat and they turned, seeing her there. “Why?” was all she could say. Jon broke away and ran to her, Sansa close behind.
Arya wanted to run, but her feet wouldn’t move. Her body not responding. Jon knelt before her, pulling her into his arms and caressing her cheek, his fingers in her hair. He tried to soothe her, whispering words of love but she barely heard him. She glared over his shoulder at Sansa. This was her fault. She had stolen away her favorite brother. Arya’s fists clenched in rage as Jon held her trying to calm her down, but it was like trying to tame a wild beast. Her eyes flashed, she looked at him, tear tracks streaming down her face.
“Why, Jon? What about us? Don’t you love me?” She asked, sniffling softly.
Jon cradled her in his arms, gently wiping away her tears as he held her. “Of course, I do, Arya. I’ll always love you. You’re my sister. But I love Sansa too. You’re both my sisters,” he said trying to comfort her.
“Then why her?” Arya screamed; voice laced with venom.
“She’s my mate, Arya,” he said, gazing softly at her, sadness in his eyes.
“But I can be your mate too,” She said fiercely, stubbornly.
“Arya…,” he started, looking at her.
“I can. I won’t back down and let her have you all to herself. I love you, Jon.” She said, determined.
Jon knelt there, at a loss for words as Arya leaned in, kissing his lips. Sansa stood behind him, rooted to the spot with shock, unable to say anything, as slowly Jon wrapped Arya in his arms, kissing her back, his fingers tangling in her dark hair.
Slowly, Jon and Arya pulled apart as Jon turned to look at Sansa. Sansa stepped forward, her left hand settling on Jon’s shoulder, as she knelt beside him and leaned forward, her face inching closer to Arya’s, her lips pressed against Arya’s, kissing her gently as Arya froze, startled for a moment, before awkwardly returning the kiss. Jon looked askance at Sansa who sighed softly, looking them both in the eye.
“When winter comes the lone wolf dies. The pack survives. We cannot quarrel amongst ourselves and we both love you, Jon.” Sansa said.
“Wolves mate for life,” Arya replied.
“However, there will be some ground rules. I will not be humiliated,” Sansa said firmly, gazing at them both.
“We cannot fight over Jon, so he must love us equally, and make time for us both. You cannot play favorites between us. Nor can you do anything to besmirch our honor. You must swear to provide for us and consider our needs in all things. Nor can you take any other to your bed. We are your mates, not your whores.”
Jon nodded, his mind struggling to catch up with the unexpected turn of events. His sisters knelt beside him and he wrapped his arms around their shoulders, kissing each before they stood and returned to the manor, Arya and Sansa holding Jon’s hands in theirs, they entered and let go. Jon, Sansa and Arya heading upstairs, each going to their chambers to change clothes after the long day’s exertions.
They each met a short time later in the glass gardens, holding hands as they walked. Jon stopped next to a bush to pick two blue winter roses, placing one in Sansa’s hair, behind her left ear. Turning, he offered the second to Arya, who made a face but took the flower anyway. Jon rolled his eyes and smiled, sitting down on a stone bench, Sansa sitting beside him as Arya climbed into his lap, idly clutching the flower as her head rested on his shoulder.
That evening, they ate dinner in the dining hall, enjoying the time together as a family. Bran was continuing his studies to become a healer with his tutor, Mister Luwin and Rickon had spent the day in the care of his governess, an elderly woman they affectionately called Old Nan. They received a post card from their parents and Robb who were on a business retreat in the tropics with some of the senior executives of Stark World Wide, the family’s business. Robb wrote that he was learning well how to be the next company president but that it was slow going and rather boring at times. Their parents sent their love and said that they would be home at the end of the month and to behave and listen to their Uncle Ben.
After dinner, they retired to the parlor and put in a movie, sitting back on the sofa to watch. Bran sat in one of the recliners, while Sansa, Jon and Arya sat on the sofa, Jon in the middle with little Rickon curled up in Sansa’s lap, his eyelids fluttering, heavy with sleep. Sansa got up and carried him to bed, tucking him in before returning, sitting beside Jon, snuggling against him. After the movie, they retired for the evening, each heading upstairs to their rooms. The girls changed into their pajamas and each waited until the coast was clear before creeping quietly out of their rooms, moving on silent feet, side by side and knocked on Jon’s door. They looked at each other awkwardly as Jon called for them to enter, they did so, Sansa closing and bolting the door behind them as each crept across the room. Jon pulled the bedcovers back and they climbed in on either side of him, each cuddling up against his sides, heads resting on his chest.
They took turns kissing him, each teasing their tongues into his mouth, their fingers hooking into the sides of his boxers, grinning at each other as they worked together to strip him, Arya giggling as his member sprang forth, standing up straight as a flag pole, erect and hard as a steel rod. Sansa grinned, taking Arya’s hand in hers, placing it on Jon’s member, showing her how to stroke him while Jon propped himself up on his pillows, his hands clutching the sheets, moaning softly as he watched through half lidded eyes.
As her hands stroked him Arya and Sansa whispered quietly between themselves, causing each to grin as Sansa stood and removed her nightgown, tossing it to the floor and slipping her panties down over her hips, stepping out of them. She moved up, settling above Jon’s face, her dripping sex lowered down, pressing against Jon’s lips, making her moan softly as Jon’s wet, velvet tongue probed between her soft petals, teasing the nubbin at the top of her slit, his hands smacking and fondling her rear. Sansa bit down on her bottom lip to stifle her moans, watching as Arya leaned down, kissing and licking Jon’s hard shaft, her small hands cupping and fondling his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers, her tongue teasing along the mushroom tip, making Jon moan, his hips thrusting up against her lips.
Sansa moaned, her soft hands finding her breasts, kneading the firm flesh, fingers pinching her nipples, twisting the hard nubs, making her cry out, her arousal deepening as Jon’s tongue probed her sheath, thrusting in and out of her heated core, pleasure consuming her she rocked her hips against his face, watching as Arya’s head bobbed torturously slow up and down on Jon’s shaft, inflaming his lust, driving him wild, his hips bucking frantically upwards, towards her mouth. Sansa reached down, fingers teasing her budding clit, her back arched as she rode his face, her eyes shut tight as her pleasure built, breathing heavily, hips bucking as his tongue thrust in and out of her, she stiffened, her body lost in a sea of pleasure as she came, flooding his mouth with her sweet nectar.
Arya stretched out across the bed, her lips wrapped around the thick shaft, her tongue teasing slow circles around the sensitive head of her brother's member, her hands stroking the long hard shaft, too thick for her small hands she had to use both, her saliva dripping down the shaft, onto his balls. Jon stiffened, moaning loudly, his hips thrusting upwards as his member swelled in her mouth, flooding her mouth with his thick seed. Arya choked, pulling away, struggling to swallow as he spurted rope after rope of thick seed across her face and chest. Arya giggled, dipping her fingers into the thick white goop, scooping it up and licking her fingers clean.
Sansa moved down the bed on weak limbs, settling beside Arya, cupping her chin, leaning in, kissing her lips as her fingers scooped Jon’s seed off her cheek and bringing them to her lips, she licked them clean before laying Arya back, moving down slowly, kissing and nibbling along Arya’s neck and shoulders, fingers gently toying with her nipples as she moved lower, nuzzling, licking and kissing Arya’s flat chest and stomach, her hands moving to her sister’s thighs, pushing them open slowly, fingertips grazing gently across the soft, moist lips causing Arya to moan as Sansa knelt down, lifting her sister’s legs up and over her shoulders, gently kissing and nibbling her thighs, teasing open the lips of her slit, fingers teasing in and out of the slick entrance, Arya’s hips rising off the bed, her hands gripping Sansa’s head, tangling in her auburn curls, pleasuring coursing through her body as she gasped and moaned.
Sansa thrust her fingers in and out of Arya’s dripping core, her tongue teasing slow circles around the swelling nub at the top of her slit, Arya’s hips bucking wildly against her face, hands holding her head tight against her as her orgasm exploded through her, her body going limp as she coated Sansa’s face with her juices. Panting, Arya slowly propped herself up on her elbows, looking at her sister who looked up at her, a shy grin on her face.
“Wow. You’re almost as good as Jon is,” Arya said, her breathing slowly returning to normal as she wiped a hand across her brow. Jon reached down, wrapping his arms around Sansa’s shoulders, pulling her tight against him, his lips finding hers, tasting Arya on her tongue as she straddled his hips, her hands guiding his rock-hard member to her dripping core, a small sigh of pleasure escaping her lips as she took him inside her, once more filled by her brother’s member. She placed her hands on his shoulders, leaning over him, looking him in the eyes as her auburn locks cascaded down around them, her mouth slightly open, rocking her hips back and forth, she rode his hardened member.
Loud moans escaped Jon’s lips as he placed his hands on her thighs, spurring her on, she bounced herself on his shaft faster and harder, his member filling her completely, touching every part of her insides as lust and pleasure clouded her mind, her stomach knotting, her eyes shut tight she panted, the flesh of his hips smacking against her thighs as she rode him, the nails of Jon’s right hand digging into her thighs as he stroked her budding clit with his left, gently pinching the nub, driving her over the edge, her orgasm consuming her as her body tensed then slackened, collapsing onto his chest as he held her in his arms, his member swelling inside her, flooding her womb with his seed. Jon held Sansa in his strong arms, cuddling her against his muscled chest, his lips trailing soft kisses across her brow, his breathing slowly returning to normal as Arya lay beside them, nuzzling Jon’s shoulder as he reached down, pulling the bedcovers up, over them all.
“Will Jon do that with me?” Arya asked, looking at them both.
Slowly Sansa raised her head from his chest, nodding as she looked at her sister. “One day, when you’re older, yes.” She said. Lying in each other’s arms, they drifted off to slumber, Jon’s arms around them both, holding them against him.
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