Gimmie Shelter
Chapter One- The weekend to remember
Author's Note- Warning contains incest throughout this chapter. Sexual content throughout the whole story. NSFW and incest between cousins. One of those stories I wrote then debated if I should post it or not. Modern AU Sansa and Jon are stuck in a cabin together for the weekend. There, their sexual desire towards the other explodes and they find something more.
At a young age Jon's parents died and was brought up by his cousin's parents. Living with them and their daughter. It was there where he met their one year younger daughter. Jon and Sansa hadn't always been as close as there are now. Once pulling each other hair, was as constant as winter. Their yells once filling the house.
Present-
With the wind howling they had finally reached the cottage just as the wind picked up. Jon and Sansa had left long before their parents, Jon driving with his cousin beside him in the car. The two were close all throughout highschool. Always having the others back. And before his gradation they left for the cabin.
The drive taking hours. If there had been any further delays driving out, they would have been caught in the rainstorm. Always seasonal rainstorms like this were not uncommon and Sansa enjoyed watching the lightning shows and hearing the thunder crash. Reaching the cottage a small place pulling up and braked. Jon moved and helped his Cousin as the wind picked up.
"Hurry, cousin. Run." Jon yelled as the rain started its downpour slamming against the car, splashing against the ground. They both scrambled out of the car and ran towards the cabin. Sansa sprinted towards the cabin laughing beside Jon, his hand wrapped around hers. They reached the door. Luckily, the shawl around front porch with an awning over the front half of the cabin, so the rain did not reach him on as Jon unlocked the door with urgency. Once open they threw themselves in. However, the short trip from the car to the porch had left both Sansa and Jon looking like they were drowned in a lake. Jon stood as Sansa breathed a hefty sigh as she slopped down at the table. She looked over at him with a smile and he returned it.
"Not what I expected."
"Me neither." Sansa replied. Jon's long black hair took on an shine as the rain dripped from his head onto his body. His legs took him to the bathroom in just a few strides. Pulling out a towel for each of them to dry off. He tossed one to his Cousin.
Continuously Sansa thought her older Cousin was handsome, but after he toweled off his hair and face, he looked roguishly sexy as she gazed over him, lingering over his body. Her eyes could not depart him. She knew what she was doing, and shook her mind from this thought quickly.
Jon was wearing his boots with dark jeans and a white tee shirt. The rain had soaked through the shirt and Sansa could see his nipples protruding from the icy rain. Without thought he stripped off his tee shirt and Sansa gasped at the sight. His chest was perfect with his abs, watching closely.
"What?" Jon heard her gasp and whipped his head around to look at her.
Sansa blushing lightly and thought quickly of what to say. Wouldn't be good to have her cousin knowing her sexual imaginations of him. "I'm just shocked by all this dust in this room." She said as she ran a finger on the kitchen table to demonstrate.
He grinned. "Geez cousin. Can't you pause just for a couple days?" He continued his attentions and dried off his chest and back. "The cabin's been shut for months. It's no wonder there is an inch of dirt everywhere."
"Well." she said rapidly as she sprang out of her chair. "I'd better get to it then. Mom and Dad will be here shortly."
He stopped her by placing a hand on her shoulder and looking down into her deep eyes. Their eyes met her breathing still. Goodness, he was gorgeous. Her body tingled her mind blank. "Not till you get those damp clothes off." He declared. She still couldn't breathe as his warm eyes penetrated hers. She licked her lips delicately, his eyes narrowed slightly. She drug her gaze away from his and headed towards the stairs. "I will see what I can find upstairs, Jon."
Staring, Jon watched his cousin up the stairs. He noticed how the way her wet jean shorts hugged her. Hips were swaying as she mounted the steps. What was it in her eyes? For a very brief instant he thought it had been desire. When her tongue had slipped out to lick her lips, he'd felt his cock twitch in response. That would not do. He thought. I cannot be having lustful feelings for my cousin, for sake. Deep in thought Jon tried to think of his cousin when she was younger. Anything to drain this thought from his mind. She'd been with light red hair, almost always in long braids. He'd called her in elementary school until she hit him in the nose once. He chuckled to himself at the memory and continued drying off himself. Back when they were younger fights were common almost everyday a fight erupted from nothing. It would cause long strands of yells until their parents had to intervene. To these thoughts His erection subsided at the vision of his cousin, angry, her long braids airborne, when she'd punched him once. He'd merited it.
Up the stairs moments later he went into his own room. The room was small in comparison, each family member had several variations of outfits at the cabin. Pulling open a drawer and pulled out a clean, dry pair of jeans and another tee shirt. Stripping out of the wet jeans and slipped on the others. He recalled the spark in his cousin's clear blue eyes. Oh damn it. Another twitch and his jeans were protruding at the zipper, his cousin would clearly see. Deciding to change his choice in shirts. He needed a longer shirt rather than the tight one he'd originally pulled out of the drawer. Jon worked out daily and he disliked showing off his muscles. He dug out a longer shirt. He slipped it on over his shoulders and it hung a few inches below his beltline. Not long enough to cover his bulge but it would have to do with the limited option clothes.
Leaving his room he descended the stairs and stopped to watch his cousin begin to clean the cabin. Cleaning the table. It was big enough for the family of them with several bedrooms upstairs and a full bath. The den and kitchen were in one large room. The rustic, but relaxing look and feel of the cottage helped Jon to ease the pressures of his workweek. His cousin had began cleaning in the kitchen, the bright sun on her face, giving her that beautiful shine. Rubbing down all the countertops and table, and had moved into the living room with the dust cloth.
Sansa's wet hair was braided once more, but this time however one single thick auburn braid hung down her back. She was always beautiful he thought. Wearing on one of his long sleeved shirt. She'd rolled up the sleeves so that they wouldn't get in the way of her cleaning.
It was long enough to cover her completely and Jon believed it actually belonged to him.
Her shorts were completely covered with the long shirt, and she was barefoot. Her long legs were peeking out from under the shirt and Jon saw his cousin worked out as they had often worked out together. With this thought he started down the stairs and was middown when Sansa stood on her tiptoes to dust off a higher shelf on the tv. All thoughts blurred as Jon took a second look, he had a clear view of her then and she wasn't wearing any shorts. With a shock seeing lace panties peeking out from under the shirt. For a moment he stared then he shook his head from this. What are you doing?
Further down he cleared his throat and gained her attention. Turning around to face him, he saw the flannel shirt's top few buttons were undone. Showing off her cleavage was nearly display. With difficulty he stared into her eyes not looking down at her breasts. "I supposed you went upstairs to get dressed." he said.
She blushed and answered defensively. "I had overlooked that last fall I took all of my outfit's home. Others I just threw out. The clothes I had planned on replacing them with are still out in the car. I couldn't run around here naked, Jon, so I borrowed one of your shirts. I hope you don't mind"
No, she certainly can't run about here naked, he thought, he yelled internally to his cock.
"Looks like the rain has let up, so I will go out to the car and grab the stuff." Jon said as he averted his eyes from his sexy younger Cousin. Thinking he was disgusted to himself for thinking such things.
"Want help?" she asked.
"No." It was almost a snarl as he turned.
My, my. Sansa thought as she recalled the huge bulge in his jeans. The shirt attempted to cover his erection, but it didn't near complete the job. He has a desire for his Cousin and is trying to suppress it. She smiled as her thoughts had grown since she once found him naked masterbating to some female model magazine back at their house. Without thought she found herself watching him closely through an open door as he stroked himself. Finding his massive erection as his pace was becoming quick until his cum erupted up onto his stomach. She couldn't tear her eyes from the sight listening to his groans. And after that night the image of her cousin naked couldn't tear from her mind. She found her thoughts about him naked masterbating knowing what he looked like without pesky clothes.
Jon was unlike anyone she knew. He was gentle and nice, Jon wasn't like any of them, he was the kindest man she ever met. Always caring and being there when she needed him. Whenever they were alone she felt warmth spread through her and was no longer waiting. But how does one say such a thing to your own flesh and blood. What if he doesn't feel the way I do. What if he thinks I'm sick and twisted for such a thing. Her mind had been tormented for months now. She loved him not only as a cousin but a potential lover. She could taste the forbidden fruit so tantalize close and she wanted to take a large bite.
Back outside Jon trailed towards to the car and noticed the rain had let up to a mere drizzle. The sun shined bright, birds were starting to chant again and he knew the storm had passed. Well, the storm outside had passed. The sexual storm in the cabin was just initial to brew. Having trouble not thinking about Sansa. With her on his mind, he brought in their bags. Sansa had two. Her normal duffel that she packed for the weekend trips up here and another larger suitcase. Presumably it held the clothes she had intended to leave up here for the summer. With hers he slung his own bag over his shoulder and picked up her two. He trekked back to the cabin and then went back out after setting the bags inside the door. As he was getting the groceries from the car he heard his cell phone ringing. It was a text message alert. He brought the first load of groceries into the kitchen, set them on the table and then went back out.
He opened the front door of the car and on the seat was his cell phone. He tapped it on.
Bridge washed out. Call. It was a text from his aunt. Jon groaned, he quickly called and his aunt answered his call, but there was still static on the line so it was difficult to hear. "How's the climate doing up there?" she asked.
"It was pouring when we arrived, but let up now. The sun is coming out." He said looking up at the sky.
"It's still raining hard here and we heard on the radio that a bridge was out near the Creek. He said overflowed." Jon groaned again. "The bridge on King's Road is washed away." Less than two miles away from the cabin. Jon ran his fingers through his long damp hair.
"I assume you're not coming up then." Jon said into the phone.
"Sorry No. Your uncle has to work. We were only planning on being up there tonight and coming home late."
"Okay, aunt Cateylin." he sighed deeply. "We'll manage."
"What's wrong?" His aunt had caught the strain in his voice. "Are you and Sansa fighting again, I thought you mended? I thought you two had worked things out these last few summers and were becoming friends again?"
"Everything's well." Jon and Sansa had would have had a large argument over anything summers ago.
"Just don't kill each other. I don't want you two to fight." his aunt chuckled.
Jon groaned again his thoughts far from it. Kill? Kissing his Cousin was more on his mind than killing her.
"We won't." Jon said his goodbyes to his aunt and Jon nodded. Lucky indeed. Stuck here all weekend with his sexy Cousin and no one to free him. Jon shifted his once again aching cock to the right. With this Jon gradually walked back to the cabin. Trees were still drenched from the recent rain and he didn't want to get wet again. The sun was starting to come out again, shining down although it would set within a couple of hours until another day. Two days. With his cousin. Jon groaned still yet again, thinking about her. It was going to be a longer weekend than he knew.
In the kitchen looking out the window Sansa saw Jon gradually walking back up the driveway. Seeing the phone from the window and knew what he'd been doing. As he walked up the driveway, his shoulders were slumped forward. The frown very much apparent on his face as he closed the distance and wondered what phone call could depress him so. Into the cabin he set his phone down on the kitchen table.
"Everything okay?" she asked tentatively coming closer. "I saw you out with your phone." She found frustration in his face.
"Bridge is overflowing with water." Sansa gasped. "Your Mom and Dad aren't coming up for the whole weekend." Inside, Sansa purred unknown to him. "It's just you and me Cousin. Till sometime on Sunday." The thought brought a small smile to Sansa.
Just the two of them. For the whole weekend. Suddenly Sansa shivered. She wasn't sure if it was from worry or excitement. Perhaps a little of both. Jon finished bringing in the rest of the provisions while Sansa went upstairs with her suitcase, with a glee she changed out of her cousin's shirt. She felt hot and pleased from the news. And into a set of shorts and a tank top. Surveying herself in the full length mirror. The light pink shorts were thinner cotton and she saw the vague outline of her bright pink panties beneath them. She looked at her light pink matching tank top and could see her bra through the fabric as well there. She slipped the tank top off and laid it on her bed.
She unclasped the front closure on her bra and released her breasts from the cups. The air felt cool on her nipples and they peaked slightly. She calmly moved her palms beneath her breasts and brought her thumb and forefingers around to enclose the nipples, thinking of Jon's hands on her. Running his hands down her gently. She moaned. She had high firm breasts and was proud of the way her body looked. Her daily workout with her cousin was helping her tummy muscles too. Just a slight roundness near her hips was felt as she moved her right hand from her breasts and slid it over her stomach and hips. Whenever at the gym she found herself watching her cousin, the sweat running down his body and his muscles. Minutes she stole glances at him as he did his routine. The thoughts rushed back to her now of him nude on his bed stoking his dick.
Breaking her thought, the sound of an abruptly bump caused Sansa to halt, hearing in the hallway and quickly covered herself. She heard Jon as he walked by her room on the way to his room down the hall. She eyed the door Sansa had forgotten to close it and Jon saw her fondling herself. Smiling Sansa left the bra on her bedroom floor, slipped the tank top over her breasts and went downstairs to the kitchen to help supper for her and her cousin. As she was frying up the bacon for their sandwiches, Jon came downstairs in his bathing trunks. Without saying a word to her, though his face slightly red he went out to the back deck and turned on the hot tub. Jon cranked the heat to its highest setting. Even nonetheless the summer sun had warmed the water somewhat in preceding days, the fresh rain had chilled it again. The heater was powerful and Jon knew it wouldn't take long for it to reach the mark. And if not then he could use a cold dip to cool his lustful thoughts. Regardless of whether she knew or not, Jon had noticed her not wearing a bra in her room. His cock had noticed too and he was nearly wearing a tent as he stood out on the deck next to the hot tub.
The sun was setting and the moon was taking it's place above as stars were beginning to twinkle on the eastern horizon. Sansa touched his shoulder gently and he jumped only slightly. She'd come out to the deck barefooted so he hadn't heard her approach. He was lost in his thoughts, watching the day wane away. Jon didn't turn towards her, knowing she would see his erection. He was embarrassed more so than ever. His little Cousin was turning him on and he knew it was wrong. After he had watched her fondling herself just a half hour before, he had to go to his room, close the door and relieve his sexual tension. Only his cousin stayed in his mind, He had never masturbated while thinking about his Cousin, until today. He tried to think of anyone else someone else but only his cousin flooded his mind. His brain forced his hand away from his cock. He couldn't touch himself while she stood right behind him. "Dinner is ready Jon." she whispered into his back. Her voice was deeper, huskier, sexy as hell. Both of them were slim and athletic and the resemblance was positively current among them, despite Jon's dark hair and Sansa's auburn strands. Jon knew that if he turned now to face her that he would only have to dip a few inches to capture her lips with his. her supple lips. His body faced an internal war. His brain screamed NO. Whilst his body cried out Oh, fuck yes.
"I'll be in there in a sec." he said huskily without turning. He felt Sansa's hand slide off his shoulder and her fingernails lightly scratched his back. Her warmth spread over him like the sun giving him a warmth he craved. With a different shirt after his encounter upstairs. Soiled his shirt when he'd cum as he thought of his cousin, so he slipped on a white shirt and put on his trunks.
He felt the ripple effect of her nails as they skimmed down his shirt. Jon groaned as she left and he tried to think of the image again, but this time his erection stayed in place. Finally after a few minutes of horrible images, he was ready to go back inside the cabin and have dinner with his cousin. Back in the cabin he sat down with her. They ate nearly in quiet until she couldn't stand it anymore. She finally asked him about work and he opened up. Jon spoke of hating his job as a stock boy and the sexual tension eased. Sansa also relaxed and explained what she was working at the super market. Jon cleared the plates from the table and mentioned he was going to enjoy the hot tub with a can of soda for a while.
"Would you like company?" Sansa enquired. They were nearly calm sufficient to be back to their normal sibling selves. Themselves as they were back home.
"Sure. Did you bring a suit?"
She nodded. "My pink bikini and the one-piece." This caused Jon to swallow hard and the tension was back thinking of her in a swimsuit. "The one piece." letting out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Please." He added. And then his Cousin smiled bright.
Jon walked out to the deck by the hot tub and didn't realize how late it had gotten the moon rising. The sky was pitch black but littered with millions of stars. There were no city lights here to obscure the brilliant twinkling of the bejeweled night sky. He looked at the thermometer on the hot tub. He backed down the thermostat, which was just about perfect for him.
Night above was still chilly here in the mountains but the warmth of the hot tub would help to relax him. He shook his head in disbelief at the way he'd been acting earlier. His actions had been those of a randy teenager, which he was. He chalked it up to the stress at work and the sexual tension he'd had since Ygritte had dumped him several months ago. Jon went back inside, grabbed the bottle of soda out of the fridge. Back outside at the tub and climbed in.
As he sat surrounded by the Jacuzzi bubbles, he closed his eyes and leaned back with his arms extended to either side, level with his shoulders. The soft bubbling noises were drifting him to sleep when he heard the pop of the cork. He opened his eyes and saw his Cousin pouring each of them a glass of wine. One piece? Sansa's bathing suit was certainly a one piece, but it had a huge gaping hole in the front where her flat tummy showed through. Not as embarrassed as he was now. In his swim trucks his cock twitched, billowing it out even further than the bubbles had done. She was absolutely stunning. Although he couldn't help but see the wine in her hand.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like." she asked.
"Looks like your drinking alcohol. And it's your mother's." She simply smiled.
"I don't think she will mind… May I propose a toast?" she asked solemnly. He nodded carefully.
"To a wonderful summer with my cousin." He nodded again and they clinked glasses. With a bright smile she climbed into the hot tub and sat across from him. The water level was slightly overhead her breasts and he relaxed. He didn't have to see her wonderfully breasts. Or her bare midriff. Or those long legs that he ached to have wrapped around him. Stop! He took a sip of the wine, leaned back looking up his eyes gazing. They sat in silence again, but it was peaceful this time.
"It's beautiful out tonight." Jon said gazing up at the stars. Almost as beautiful as you.
"They are, aren't they?" Sansa looking up at the stars. The same stars she found him alone when he was dumped staying with him that night until the morning.
"Jon?" Sansa asked quietly. "What happened to Ygritte? You never mention her anymore."
He opened his eyes and could see her clearly with the full moonlight. She had genuine concern on her face.
Her face fell, his first girlfriend his only girlfriend. "I don't want to talk about it." He scoffed as he remembered. "I think it wasn't ever going to work." He closed his eyes and recalled the day his world came crashing down. He sighed heavily and didn't notice that Sansa had moved over to sit right beside him.
"I'm so sorry, Jon." she said with her voice cracking. She touched him and placed her palm gently on his cheek. "I'm so sorry." she repeated, her hand felt warm and made him feel safe. She always made him feel safe when he was alone she was there. She moved even closer to him so their bodies were only inches from the other. Their heat coming from the other. Without thought and with a want he wrapped his arms around her. It felt so good to have her in his arms. He wasn't sure who was comforting whom at that point in time. And before he knew it she leaned forward and began kissing his cheek lightly. Oh god her lips were so soft and felt like nothing ever had. And then his eyelids, his brows and his forehead. She moved to his nose and then his chin. They were soft, feathery kisses meant to comfort. She looked into his eyes filled with a breathless wake. Her soft lips finally found his like a whisper as they gently allow their lips to meet. At first the kiss was soft. Very softly and very tentatively she kissed him. Allowing the kiss to elevate them to a higher plane.
His passion erupted. "Sansa." he moaned loudly. He wanted this he knew. All matters, all sense flew from his mind and only pleasure remained. He looked at her seeing desire and captured her lips with his own. A hunger exploded and he forced her mouth open with his tongue. A shout of desire caught in her throat as he embraced her tightly his arms held her more tightly to him. He kissed her as passionately as he'd never kissed a woman like in his life. Everything exploded for Sansa as she ran her hands down him. "Oh my god, Cousin. God how I want you." He breathed between their frantic kisses. Neither halted for a moment and he felt her head nod in glee and in agreement, just as the words that had escaped across his lips were branded into his brain. Cousin His own Cousin. The Cousin he knew for so long. The cousin he loved for so long. Knowing what they were doing was wrong and it flooded his brain.
Jon gently pushed her back almost immanently. And before she knew it he turned away from her and climbed out. She panicked leaning forward trying to keep him here, where it felt right. He felt her grasp for a second trying to keep him in the hot tub. "Don't go." She pleaded. But He pushed her hand to the side out away from him. Just as he heard her starting to cry. He stopped in mid movement listening to her. Pain rushed him, worse than any punch, worse than anything, his heart ached.
"Sansa, don't please. We can't." His voice was filled with disappointment and horror. He hated himself, he hated all of himself for this. Turing back she was there. He saw her nod slightly as the silent tears streamed down her face. The sight filled him with pain but he knew what he was about to do. And knew It was wrong. He turned towards the house and he heard her whisper into the night. "But, I wanted you too."
Rolling Stones- Gimmie Shelter
