Chapter One: The One With Snow

One of the few things Arya knew for a fact she was better than Sansa at was riding. She loved riding, especially with her half-brother, Jon. As she rode across the fields and hills outside of Winterfell with Robb, Jon, and Bran, she thanked the gods that her father had let her come out here instead of making her go to her needlework lesson with Sansa.

She was riding slightly behind her older brothers, while Bran struggled with his pony behind them. Arya snickered when she looked behind at Bran. He had never been a very talented rider, or fighter for that matter. Arya had always been better than him, and it infuriated him. His sister could ride and fight better than him.

Luckily, for Bran, Arya rarely ever got to showcase her talents to anyone besides him, Robb, and Jon. Mother had always disapproved of it, and Ned was always busy. Sansa didn't care for it, although she had always been bothered that her only sister had always acted more like a boy.

As the sun started to go down, the four decided it was time to return to Winterfell. They raced each other back, Arya winning. They arrived back at Winterfell, and rode into the stables. Arya caught sight of her parents, and they gave her a smile. Neither Sansa or Rickon were there, but Arya hadn't expected for them to be there. Rickon would either be resting or playing at this hour, and Sansa would likely be with Jeyne Poole.

Bran and Robb were quick to get back to their rooms, while Arya stuck around with Jon. They had always enjoyed each other's company; and in ways that they shouldn't, being siblings. Finally, once the stable boys had dispersed, they made their move on each other.

Jon pulled Arya into a kiss, pushing her up against the walls of the stable. She let out a soft moan as he shifted his attention to her pale neck, him licking and kissing it as he pulled her shirt away from her shoulders and down to her stomach.

He eyed her chest, licking his lips. Arya didn't have a feminine build like Sansa did, and her perky breasts were small. Still, he enjoyed them just as much as he would if they were large. Perhaps even more.

"Well then, get on with it." Arya said, almost annoyed. Jon smirked, and quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching. No, no one would be around at this point. People were done with their jobs for the day. The stable boys wouldn't come back. They'd have gone to eat, sleep, or fuck. No maids would leave the castle. No one could possibly catch them.

So, grinning, Jon started his attack on Arya's small breasts. He took her dark nipple into her mouth, sucking and biting on it. Arya moaned, her small hips bucking against his.

"Oh," she whispered, letting out another moan. Slowly, Jon removed his lips from her breasts, and started to trace his tongue down her stomach. Arya shivered.

"Should I-" Arya started. Jon nodded, knowing what she was going to say. Arya rid herself of the long shirt, and removed the pants she had been wearing. Now, completely naked with nothing to hide, she lay on the ground of the stables. Her knees were bent so Jon could continue to kiss her, but this time on her cunt.

He traced her inner thighs with her fingers, causing a shiver to run down her spine. "Please," Arya started to beg. "Just touch me there."

Jon snickered. Arya, who was always so determined and independent, was begging her brother to touch her cunt. After what felt like hours to her, Jon finally started to rub his fingers along her cunt. She reacted with a moan, her back arching as he started to rub the little nub near the top of her cunt.

"Don't stop," Arya moaned. "Please don't stop."

Jon slipped a finger inside of his sisters folds. She almost cried out, her hips bucking and back arching. Another finger joined the first, and then a third. Arya was crying out. It was a wonder that no one had come to see who was making the noise. But they had done this so many times, and not once had they come close to being caught.

Arya's breath started to get short, her chest heaving heavily. "Oh, oh," she cried out, gritting her teeth. She started to climax, but before she could Jon pulled his fingers away. He wouldn't grant his sister with that just yet.

"I hate you," Arya mumbled. Jon laughed.

"You'll get your reward, eventually." He said, starting to undo his breeches. He quickly discarded of his jerkin. "You can do the rest."

Arya nodded, and fumbled with the remaining strings on his breeches. Finally, once she'd untied them, she pulled them away to reveal his throbbing cock. She grabbed it, and started to rub it. Jon groaned, and he grabbed her head to keep his balance as she took his cock into her mouth.

Arya's talented tongue worked on his length, while Jon tried his hardest to keep quiet. After several minutes, Arya pulled away, her lips dripping with his seed. A look of horror was sketched upon her face at something in the background.

"Arya?" Jon asked, but she remained frozen. "What is it?"

Arya still didn't move. She looked like she was frozen in time. He turned around, and his heart almost skipped a beat.

"ARYA? JON?"

There, standing behind the stall they were in, wearing a magnificent blue gown, was Sansa, a look of a horror on her face.

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