Author's Note: Chapter Two of out delicious Christmas upload. And it's a good one. This one is set in season 7 and features one of the best pairings I think everyone can get behind. Our two favourite sisters from the north are going to get down and dirty reminiscing about good ol' times in a strange place.
Reviews are always appreciated! Let me know if I got right or wrong, if you enjoyed it absolutely despised it. Feedback is very much appreciated. I won't ramble on too much, I know it can be a bit annoying to have a massive block of text plonked at the beginning before the really juicy stuff.
I should also stress that these chapters are all unrelated one-shots. So, that's why a returning character in this chapter is drastically different to her prior appearance. You'll get why. Enjoy!
Chapter 3: Playful Sisters
"I remember we used to hate each other as children," Sansa smiled, slowly spooning a mouthful of stew into her mouth as Arya did the same. The pair were sat in Sansa's quarters, dining together following her arrival back to Winterfell. They invited Bran, but he was busy beneath the Weirwood tree, asking to not be disturbed, his cadence a thin monotone, bold with purpose and silent stoicism. Both girls silently hoped he would come back. The boy they knew. But with the troubles and horrors they had faced, they could hardly call themselves identical to the girls that left Winterfell all those years ago, "We used to fight and squabble. I'm pretty sure back then I would have been happy to see you disappear. But, I've never felt anything like the moment you came back."
"Children fight. Family fight, I suppose," Arya argued, more focussed on her stew, shovelling the hot meal into her mouth as Sansa delicately and lady-likely nibbled at the hearty food, her southern mannerisms not yet dissuaded by the harsh reality of the north, "I always hated you because of how pretty you were. Prettier than me. All the boys used to swoon and remark about the gorgeous little Lady Stark."
"Boys swooned over you as well," Sansa scoffed, blushing softly at the remarks about her beauty. True, in their childhood, they were polar opposites. Sansa, lady-like, tall and elegant, ultimately defining the word gorgeous with her soft features. And Arya was decidedly more boyish, squat and with less womanly features. But now, she had grown. And amidst the heavy fabrics of their northern attire, there was a definite woman's body beneath there. Though, not as womanly as Sansa may have expected.
"Really? Like who?" Arya smirked, folding her arms and leaning forwards, a smug smile on her face as she pushed her stew aside, waiting for Sansa. Stammering slightly, Sansa wracked her brain, desperately trying to follow through with her statement.
"Erm… the stable boy had a thing for you," Sansa smiled, causing Arya to laugh loudly, drinking deeply from her mug of ale as Sansa shot her a confused look, "What was wrong with him? He wasn't too… round. And he had an… interesting face. Quite the prize."
The pair of them looked at each for a moment, neither one wanting laugh first. Slowly, their faces scrunched up and the pair burst into laughter, giggling rampantly as they marvelled at the hilarity of the situation. They hadn't seen each other in years and here they were. Like nothing had ever changed.
"I can't believe after all we've been through, we're sat here talking about boys. Surely there are more important things to discuss," Sansa smirked, curtly sipping at her wine as Arya gulped the mug of ale down eagerly, the first taste of sweet ale she had had on the road north.
"True. I much prefer girls in that regard," Arya smirked, setting down her mug and watching as Sansa almost choked on her wine. Gently swallowing what was in her mouth, she set her glass down, a look of disbelief on her face as Arya, grinned wildly, "What? Is that too unladylike for you?"
"You have changed. Father would have been furious if you said something like that. You were to be a proper and prim lady. You were to marry a nice Lord and bear his children. Not say that you'd rather spend your time with ladies," Sansa said, much to Arya's amusement, "Then again, with your track record, you'd most likely get away with murder and barely get a scolding."
"I wasn't that bad…" Arya chuckled, Sansa scoffing loudly as she said that. Arya was a devil in their youth. She could scream bloody murder and have it all chocked up to virile spirits. Her mother rather let her get away with it all, but her father had a distinct love for the younger daughter. Where Sansa was a proper lady, Arya was scrappy. And Eddard admired that, respected it even. It reminded him or his sister.
"You were. You could raid the kitchens at night and get caught without being punished. You ran around the castle completely naked and father just laughed it off," Sansa recounted, remembering the several times, she heard a knock at her door only to find her sister running away entirely naked, her pert bum cheeks disappearing around the corner, leaving Sansa infuriated, "I was jealous. You could act so lewd and improper. Whereas if I didn't wear the right set of underwear, I would be shouted at. And there you were running around naked."
"You were jealous you couldn't run around naked?" Arya smirked, crossing her legs, the talk of nudity stirring her loins, her trousers tightening as her naughty little secret began to harden between her legs. Adjusting herself to be comfortable, she stopped herself from blushing.
"I suppose. There were evenings where I thought I could do it. Just once. But I could never bring myself to do it," Sansa sighed. She had often debated just bolting into the castle wearing nothing but her skin, but knew father and more importantly her mother would be livid if they caught her.
"Well… We could do it now? No one can stop us as ladies of the castle?" Arya smirked, watching Sansa's eyes widen at the prospect. It was quite telling that Sansa's first response wasn't to completely denounce such an idea, but instead to think 'what if'. She could. It would be incredibly freeing if entirely freezing. But she could. No one would be angry, no one could be angry. She was in charge. She felt her quim begin to dampen between her legs, her underwear growing wet as an erotic arousal began to burn within her core. Before she could answer, sense returned to Sansa's mind and she dispelled all improper notions, rising to her feet.
"No. I'm the Lady of Winterfell. It wouldn't be right. Besides we aren't children anymore. We're… we have to be… we have to be proper," Sansa said, blushing heavily as she crossed over to the other side of the room and gestured towards the door, wishing to be alone so that she could quieten the sexual urges burning between her legs. An act, she much preferred to do alone, "I have business to attend to if you wouldn't mind."
Nodding curtly, Arya crossed to the door and slipped outside. She didn't need to be a genius to figure out what thoughts were going through Sansa's mind. And whilst Arya agreed, they were far from children anymore, that didn't mean that they didn't deserve one last night of childhood frivolity.
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Night fell on Winterfell and with it the freezing, biting winds of winter. The castle began to freeze over, the hot springs beneath the seat of the north being the only thing that kept the residents of the castle from freezing to death. A roaring fire crackled in Sansa's room as she stripped down to her night dress, a white cloth gown that was simply there to cover her modesty. Removing more layers, whilst counterintuitive actually made you warmer when wrapped up in bed. Sliding beneath the thick furs of her bed, Sansa was disturbed, a quick knock on the door.
Groaning, she left the warmth of her bed, shivering ever so slightly as she walked to the door. Pulling it open, she was faced with an empty door frame. No one was there. Leaning out, she glanced right and then left, her eyes widening as she was faced with the late-night knocker. It was Arya. She was sprinting down along the corridor, giggling to herself as she glanced behind her. Sansa's bit her lip as she let her eyes roam across her sister, her entire body laid bare. She was of course naked. Her now plump arse cheeks, toned and perfectly formed bounced ever so softly as she ran down the corridor, her pale creamy flesh gorgeous in the moonlight.
Ducking around the corner, Arya stuck her head out, a thick grin on her face as she gestured for Sansa to follow. Moving forwards instinctively, Sansa stopped herself, realising Arya's intentions. It was freezing cold, but Sansa's heart was racing, her blood running hot as she realised the predicament she was in. It was either back to bed or one night of flagrant disobedience. A twang of nerves built inside her, but she quickly dissuaded them, reaching to the back of her dress and undoing the draw strings, the entire garment dropping to the floor, revealing her pale flesh to the world as she stood in the middle of the corridor entirely naked.
Breathing in, she felt goosebumps ripple across her flesh as the cold air rushed across her body, freeing her and giving her a brief moment away from the reality of the coming war. Arya's eyes widened as Sansa did what she wanted. Her sister was beautiful. Her breasts were soft and plump, large enough to be more than a handful, but not massive enough to droop and sag. Her flat stomach rolled down into her curvaceous hips, Arya getting a quick glimpse at her sister's round, shapely ass, the perfect heart shape. And glistening between her legs, aroused and slick was her soft, wet, delicious pussy, a fiery red nest of hair growing upon her crotch.
Biting her lip, Arya felt her body tingle at the sight, one of her hands dropping down to her breasts, small and round, but not massive. Squeezing one softly, the younger Stark moaned softly, her other hand sliding down over her stomach, toned with the beginnings of a defined six pack, sliding downwards towards her crotch. Instead of slipping her fingers into the expected, tight pussy girls were known to have, Arya wrapped her hand around a thick, throbbing cock, already hard due to the naughtiness of the situation. Stroking herself slowly, she moaned, her shaft pulsating in her hand, her secret treasure bringing soft pleasure to her.
Savouring being naked in the corridor, Sansa was snapped out of her haze as she heard voices walking down the corridor to where she was. Panicking, she slammed her door shut and sprinted towards Arya, completely giving herself over to a lewd night of impassioned naughtiness. Seeing her sister run towards her, Arya panicked, angling her body so that Sansa wouldn't see her cock when she rounded the corner. Offering her hand to the older girl, Arya ran ahead, pulling Sansa along behind her as the two girls, naked, and excited wove through the castle, their breath rushing away from them.
"I can't believe I'm doing this... It's so…" Sansa breathed, so swept up in the moment that she didn't even bother to look Arya up and down, not noticing the thick throbbing shaft that was between her legs that bounced in place of a slick womanly quim.
"Freeing? I know. Believe me, tonight's going to be a night to remember," Arya grinned, pulling Sansa down a set of stairs and weaving their way through the many corridors and passageways of Winterfell until the two came to a small courtyard, the grass frosted and the path through the open air being undoubtedly freezing, "Do you trust me, Sansa?"
"Yeah…" Sansa smiled as the siblings shared a look. Nodding, the pair turned towards the open courtyard, hand in hand. Sprinting across the courtyard, their feet burned ever so slightly as the gushing winter winds attacked their bodies, chilling them through, their faces grinning wildly as they did so, the naughtiness of the situation coming to them as they burst through a door and into the kitchen, "That was mad!"
"Mad? No, this is mad…" Arya said as the two strode into the kitchen. Turning on the spot, Arya leaned forwards, wrapped her arms around her sister's neck and pressed her lips against hers, Arya's tongue pushing deep into the older girl's mouth, exploring every delicious portion of her sister's mouth, her own tongue laying limp and letting it happen. Taken aback by Arya's movement, Sansa simply went stiff, her hands flying backwards as Arya wrapped her leg around hers, pulling their bodies against one another, their hot flesh grinding against one another, Arya's hands running across their skin. Arya's touch set Sansa's skin on fire, her pussy dampening more than it was before as her younger sister gently massaged her body, her kiss becoming more and more passionate as time went on. Just as Sansa was about to melt into Arya's arms, she came to her senses, pushing Arya backwards and staggering away, the two sisters staring at one another.
"It's wrong… We're sisters…" Sansa breathed, wiping her mouth and turning her body away to hide the arousal that her pussy was displaying, her body betraying her words. Arya knew this and truth be told, Arya wanted a fuck. And who better than her sister. Walking slowly towards her, Arya put on a sly, devilish smirk, her hand reaching up and brushing away a strand of hair from Sansa's eyes and instantly changing her mind.
"One night?" Arya purred, Sansa's look of disgust slowly melting. That's what this was. One night of ludicrous naked frivolity. From the moment that Sansa dropped her clothing to the ground, she was simply wanting one night of being free from burden and responsibility, running naked around the castle and not worrying about repercussions. And if she was going to have a night of madness. Surely, she should go all out…
Without another word, Sansa, emboldened with a new confidence, lunged at Arya, planting her lips firmly on her sister's, kissing her passionately and pushing her slowly up against a wall. Their bodies collided once more, Arya smiling as her sister came around, their soft breasts pressing into each other's tits, Arya's arse grinding against the wall as Sansa, held her in place. Their tongues battled fervently as Sansa's pussy began to tingle and Arya's shaft throbbed between their legs, the older sibling still not realising exactly what hung between her sister's legs. Kissing for a few more moments, Sansa wrapped her arms around her sister's waist and lifted the smaller girl up of the ground.
Instinctively wrapping her legs around Sansa's waist, Arya was worried that her cock would press roughly against her belly, but Sansa remained oblivious consumed by their erotic kissing and grinding. Lifting Arya across the room, Sansa set her down on a table top, the cold wooden surface pressing against Arya's arse as the two-sisters started to let their hands roam across each other's bodies, Arya's hands instantly dropping to her sister's plump, fleshy bum, softly squeezing and pulling at the incredibly plump handfuls that were Sansa's ass cheeks.
Sansa's attention was a little higher up, her hands latching onto the tiny mounds that were Arya's breasts. She could take each tit into her hand comfortably, her tiny pink nipples prodding against her palms as she gently massaged the delicate handfuls. Plucking her lips away from her sister's lips, Sansa stared into the younger girl's eyes as they both licked their lips, a small strand of saliva connecting their mouths as they grinned lustily at each other, their hands pulling softly at each other's bodies, squeezing and massaging pleasurably.
Taking control, Sansa dove back in, her lips going to Arya's neck, planting soft kisses along her sister's neck, nibbling gently at her flesh and causing Arya to moan softly as her sister, carried only by the faux confidence of the erotic situation took charge. Gently running her fingers around Arya's nipples, Sansa pinched them softly between her thumb and forefinger, rolling the incredibly sensitive nubs back and forth between her fingers, the pleasure amplified by the cool, frozen air of the room. Every tiny touch was enough to make either girl moan as their cold bodies grew warmer beneath the sexual, lustful haze that lingered between the two.
Making an advance, Sansa trailed her hand slowly down over Arya's stomach, marvelling at her toned and muscular form before gently weaving a few fingers through the thick nest of dark hair that grew above her sister's crotch. Smiling at Arya, Sansa was met with a tepid look, uncertainty lingering in the young girl's eyes as Sansa's fingers probed further south. Dipping them in between Arya's toned thighs, Sansa's eyes grew wider as her fingers wrapped slowly around a thick throbbing shaft. Confused, she glanced down between Arya's legs, her eyes met not with the many slick folds of a woman's pussy, but instead the pulsating shaft of man's cock.
"By the old gods…" Sansa breathed, confused as to what a cock was doing between her sister's legs. Yet amidst all the confusion and disbelief, Sansa's hand remained tightly wrapped around her sister's cock, holding the heavy shaft in her hands and gently starting to jerk it back and forth, the throbbing, pulsating nature of the meaty cock embroiling in it's delicious allure. It was around nine inches long, thick and capped off with a bulbous, pre-cum soaked purplish cockhead, occluded by a thin foreskin which Sansa delicately peeled away with her soft, delicate touch. It was strangely feminine. Most cocks that Sansa had grown… accustomed to were decidedly masculine almost threatening and jarring in their appearance, yet her sisters was soft, sleek, smooth and almost… inviting.
"I guess now you know why I prefer girls…" Arya chuckled nervously, half expecting Sansa to recoil in horror, yet much to her surprise, she felt her sister's hand continue to linger, gently speeding up as it slid up and down her cock. Watching in awe, Arya saw her sister slowly drop down to her knees, her head coming level with her shaft, her sister's gorgeous face, her sumptuous lips only inches away from her shaft. Breathing in sharply, Arya bit her lip, hoping, praying that what she wanted to happen was about to happen. And it did.
Leaning forwards, Sansa planted her lips softly against her sister's cock, the tip of her shaft pressed snugly against her plump, pink lips. Pre-cum coated her lips as she held the kiss against Arya's cock, savouring the sensation of having it throb against her lips. Pulling away, a strand of pre-cum lingered, connecting the two beautiful women from cock top lips. Sliding her tongue across her glossy lips, Sansa moaned, the taste of Arya's musky, yet slightly salty pre-cum hitting her tongue and melting away any lingering inhibition's the redhead had. Her hand was continuing up and down her shaft, jerking the little lady's cock back and forth and bringing, meek, reserved groans of pleasure to Arya's small lips as she admired her sister's lips, slick with her pre-cum.
Before Arya could adjust to the soft and subtle pleasure of Sansa's hand sliding up and down her cock, Sansa leant back in, planting a series of firm, lingering kisses all along Arya's length, starting at the base and working her way up, leaving saliva along her length. Nearing the top, Sansa planted a firm kiss on her cockhead, savouring the brief taste of pre-cum before indulging herself. Extending her tongue, she wrapped it around Arya's tip, collecting as much pre-cum as possible, savouring and lapping eagerly at every dribble that came from her tip. Moaning loudly, Arya brushed Sansa's hair out of her eyes, holding it behind her head, gently coaxing her towards swallowing her cock. Pressing her lips tightly against the tip of her cock, Sansa parted her lips and enveloped the head in her mouth.
"Oh my…" Arya moaned loudly, the contrast of Sansa's warm wet mouth and the dry cold air of the room almost sending Arya in a fit of pleasure. Sliding her tongue around Arya's cock, lapping and licking at every deliciously pleasurable portion of it, Sansa adjusted her position and slowly slid her lips down Arya's shaft, moaning as pre-cum leaked down her throat, the substance pouring from Arya's pleasure ridden cock. The pair were moaning in unison, Sansa's moans admittedly muffled, but none the quieter. Inch by inch, Arya's cock was submerged in Sansa's tight, warm, flexing throat, her shaft sandwiched in a deliciously sumptuous pocket of pleasure.
It took Sansa a moment to adjust to the thick invader, but as soon as she got her breathing in order, she gently swallowed, taking the tip of her sister's cock deeper into her throat until her plump pink lips were wrapped around the base of her cock, her nose buried in Arya's tufts of hair. Surprising both Arya and herself, Sansa managed to take her entire length into her pretty little throat with little to no resistance. Her throat was spasming and clenching, trying to accommodate such a bulbous length, but she wasn't in pain or discomfort. It was in fact quite hot. Holding herself there, she took her hand and dropped it down to Arya's heavy balls, laden with cum, and gently begun to massage them, softly squeezing and playing with them bring more soft grunts and groans to Arya's lips.
Slowly, but surely, Sansa began to lovingly drag her soft lips up along Arya's cock, pulling them back up to her tip, leaving her shaft glossy and slick with saliva. As her cock left Sansa's throat, Arya felt the cold air bite at her slick shaft, the wetness of her saliva not helping the cold. But as Sansa arrived at her tip and slowly began to sink her lips back down onto her cock, she relished that cold biting wind as it amplified the delicious warmth of her sister's mouth causing her to groan in satisfaction. Sliding her lips all the way back down to the base of Arya's cock, Sansa swiftly found it even easier, her throat sliding apart with ease, allowing her shaft to plunge in and out of her deep, wet hole, softly slurping and slapping sounds filling the room, their moans adding to the chorus of sexual grunts.
With one hand on Arya's balls, her throat bobbing up and down around her cock, Sansa had one hand free. Sliding it down onto her breasts, she found them firmer in the cold air, her nipples almost frozen and incredibly sensitive, moans vibrating along Arya's cock, sending more pleasure through the younger sibling's body. Dropping her hand even further, Sansa found her quim, her fingers sliding along her slit, her folds melting apart, allowing her instant access to her deep, quivering cunt. Moaning at the simple touch, Sansa found her clit, running a couple circles across the sensitive nub, her body shuddering as the pleasure tingled through her body.
Leaving her clitoris for all but a moment, Sansa dipped two of his fingers into her slick pussy, her entrance quickly prying apart allowing her to sink her digits inside herself all the way up to the knuckle. Letting out a deep, hoarse moan into Arya's cock, Sansa adjusted her hand so that her fingers could be plunged all the way inside herself, all the while her thumb was rubbing gently against her clit, sending her pussy into a flurry of spasms, her stomach convulsing as pleasure shook through her body. Halting her blowjob, she gave herself a second before realising exactly what she wanted. A good… hard… fuck…
Plucking her lips from Arya's cock, she returned the hand that was massaging her balls to her shaft and began to swiftly jerk her off, all the while rising to her feet. Pulling her fingers out of her pussy, she lifted them to Arya's lips, pushing them slowly into the younger girl's mouth, her tongue dancing over the digits and savouring every drop of her sister's sweet pussy. Lust consumed the pair as Sansa pushed her sister back on the table, and clambered up on top beside her. Swiftly straddling the smaller girl, Sansa felt Arya's cock grind against her pussy, sandwiching itself between her folds and gently sawing back and forth. The tip slipped slightly inside her folds, grazing against her clit and causing her to moan loudly, Arya's hands resting on Sansa's hips, easing back and forth as the two sisters were consumed by pleasure once more. In the heat of the moment, Sansa murmured the phrase that put her entirely at the rough handed whims of her sister, "Fuck me…"
Taking that as her cue, Arya grasped her cock and angled it towards the redhead's pussy, fighting though her unshaven quim to find her entrance. With her tip resting snugly against her hole, Arya pushed forwards, the tip plunging just inside her, enough to make Sansa moan and Arya bite her lip, curbing a deep groan of satisfaction. Running her hands up to her sister's hips, Arya gripped them tightly and slowly eased Sansa down onto her cock, inch after inch prying her pussy apart, spreading her wider and wider, every second bringing more pleasure to the pair as their moans became synchronised.
Her cock carved through Sansa like butter, Sansa resting her hands against Arya's, gently holding them. Removing her hands from Sansa's hips, she took the redhead's hands into her own, supporting her took her movement into her own hands, easing herself down onto the younger girl's cock. With Arya's cock coated in saliva and Sansa wetter than she had been in years, the two came together quickly. The entirety of Arya's cock was easily submerged in Sansa's pussy, their crotches pressed tightly together, their unshaven pubic hair intermingling as the pair let out throaty, pleasurable moans in tandem.
The pair savoured the sensation for a moment. Arya, because her cock was buried in the tightest, wettest most gloriously slick hole she had ever slipped her cock inside. And Sansa because she was finally experiencing the delicious pleasures of sex alongside someone she actually loved. The sensation of having a thick meaty cock buried inside her delectably tight, wet hole was incredible and as she slowly began to bounce up and down, the two sisters let it all out, moaning like common tavern wenches as they fucked each other Squealing loudly, Sansa didn't care who heard, throwing her hair back as she bounced up and down, her ass cheeks bouncing with each delicious thrust Arya's cock made deep into her cunt, "Fuck yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
Arya was all too happy to comply, her hands dropping back down to Sansa's hips, lifting her up and down on her cock, filling the room with her grunts of pleasure and the sound of her balls gently slapping against a slick pussy. Sansa's hands stabilised herself elsewhere, planting themselves firmly on Arya's breasts, gently squeezing and pulling at her small mounds, adding to the young girl's pleasure. Breathing heavily, they slowed down their thrusts, neither of them wanting to cum just yet, but wanting to savour the pleasures.
Easing herself up and down, Sansa revelled in the sensation of her folds parting to allow a thick cock to slide inside, fucking softly and gently. Suddenly, Arya leant up, sitting straight upright and coming face to face with her sister, their eyes lingering on each other's for a brief moment before Sansa took the hint and started to slam her hips down onto Arya's cock, their bodies grinding together as Arya leant forwards and kissed her sister yet again, moaning into each other's mouths as they mashed their lips clumsily together, more focussed on moaning that performing satisfying kisses. Arya could taste her cock on Sansa's tongue and Sansa could taste the slightest hint of her own pussy of Arya's as the two collided together, slamming and hammering home, loud slaps of wet flesh filling the room.
Flipping Sansa over onto her back, Arya kept her cock lodged inside the older woman, whilst clambering on top, kissing her sister continuously whilst starting to pound the redhead's pussy, her cock slamming in and out of her pussy. Growing a little too eager, her cock slipped out, grinding against her folds and grazing her clit once more. Moaning like a tavern wench as she was deprived of her cock, Sansa felt Arya lean down between the two of their bodies, and slide it back in. They were grunting and groaning together, their bodies grinding against one another, growing warmer and sweatier as time went on, their tongues constantly diving in and out of each other's mouths, moaning constantly.
Both of them were close to cumming, but it was Sansa that hit the mark first. Gasping, she pulled her lips away from Arya's as her pussy burst into an orgasm, her body shuddering against the table as her pussy clamped down on Arya's cock, holding it firmly in place. Moaning in unison, Sansa felt pleasure wash over her body as she arched her back, trying to get more of Arya's cock inside her, when suddenly, Arya came.
Spurting several pleasurable strands of cum into her sister, Arya gently pumped her cock in and out making sure she milked every last drop into Sansa's tight wet hole, dribbles of cum seeping out of her tight pussy. The intense sensation of being cum inside lit Sansa on fire, her orgasm subsiding, but the pleasure continuing in new and incredible ways, her pussy tingling as Arya's cock began to slowly soften inside her. Pulling out of her pussy, Arya rolled onto her back beside her sister, her cock slowly softening as she was breathlessly panting.
"So… How long until you usually get hard again?" Sansa asked, propping herself up on her elbow and reaching down to Arya's cock, wrapping her hand around the base of her shaft and gently jerking her soft cock back and forth, eliciting a smile from Arya, "Is it like most boys? You have to wait an hour for some more action?"
"Big sister… I am nothing like a boy," Arya smiled, leaning up and kissing Sansa, pushing her onto her back and straddling her, passionately kissing her as her cock began to swiftly harden. The second time of many that evening.
Author's Note: Hope you all enjoyed that. I know for a fact that a lot of people love the Sansa/Arya pairing so please do show it some love and let me know what you thought of it. Reviews really help me get in the mood to write and keep stories regular. One of the main reasons I was so regular with my Harry Potter one was because of all the encouraging and critical feedback!
Either way, there is one more chapter inspired by what I think is one of the most wasted scenes in the entirety of Season 7. Nay, the entire show! They had two gorgeous characters about to get it on and then it was cut drastically short. I hope I'm not the only one who wanted more. And if you were like me and wanted more, enjoy a cheeky shemale one-shot. Should be good!