WARNING. THIS CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT. NO PEOPLE BELOW AGE 18+ ARE TO READ THIS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. OTHER WARNING: INCEST, I GUESS, DEPENDS ON YOUR POINT OF VIEW. IT ACTUALLY DOES.

Author's Note: I'm back! I guess? Maybe. Well, better enjoy while it lasts! I have done some 'research', and I have determined that the true gems among fan fiction lemons focus on something greater than the standards I have written to thus far. I plan to continue on this one, so if you like the Jon / Sansa pairing, you're in for a treat. Hope you enjoy.

Sansa Stark and Jon Snow had always had a connection. A strange connection, but a strong one. Sansa Stark was beautiful to even the most judgemental eyes, having inherited southern Tully traits, while Jon Snow had a sort of northern look to him; he looked very much like his father and Arya. Sansa Stark was, by all definitions, a lady, whereas Jon Snow drank with the common folk at the end of the dining hall. However, despite their differences, something happened between them; something beautiful, or perhaps unforgivable.

It all started on a fine summer's day, as do many things.

"Summer won't last forever, will it?" Asked Sansa to Jon.

"All good things must end, I'm afraid." Replied Jon, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Well, we can enjoy it while it lasts." Replied Sansa.

"How can you be cheery?" Replied Jon sternly. "Uncle Benjen says that this will be the worst winter for a long time. We must prepare."

"I said we can enjoy it while it lasts! Did you not hear me?" Said Sansa. Jon laughed.

"We can indeed," Said Jon. "We can indeed."

That evening, Jon went to the pools to bathe. He did not expect Sansa to be there. Sansa was unbuttoning her fur coat when Jon arrived. Jon almost said something. He almost turned away. But something kept him there. Sansa unbuttoned her fur coat, folded it, and placed it gently on the ground. Her form became clear against the bright full moon as she stood in her dress. Jon cowered behind a tree. Not in living memory had he seen the naked female form, and he wasn't sure if he should now. Jon was not entirely sure why he felt so forbidden to explore this, but he knew that this was wrong. He shouldn't be here. Yet he continued to watch.

Sansa started to unbutton her dress, letting it fall further down her body with each button. When she undid the last one, if fell off her body. She was left standing in nothing but her smallclothes, and soon those were removed as well, exposing her young, beautiful body to the elements - and to Jon. Jon must have made a sound, because Sansa turned her head as she descended into the pool.

"Jon?" She inquired as she entered the pool. Jon only stared wide-eyed at Sansa, wondering what he had just done.

"Jon, come in! Don't worry, it's not too hot."

Having mixed feelings about her last statement, Jon ventured closer. He would look strange now if he declined her invitation. But did she know what she was saying? Maybe Jon was worrying too much - after all, they were only siblings.

Silently, Jon doffed his fur coat and soon his shirt and pants. When it came to his smallclothes, however, he realized what she might think. These were inappropriate feelings to have to a sister, and this would show it. He refrained.

"No. I... I cannot." Said Jon.

"Oh, come on." Said Sansa. "What have you got to hide?"

Sansa rose out of the pool, dripping wet. The water on her skin glistened breathtakingly.

"Well, come on!" Sansa said, and pulled Jon into the pool, then splashed water in his face. Jon forgot what he was thinking and splashed water back. Why hadn't they done this before? Just played, had fun? Sansa was right - it was their chance to enjoy summer for what it was.

After their merry splashing died down, Sansa asked a question which immediately brought Jon on edge again.

"What do you do with that... thing that you like so much?"

"What?" Blurted Jon.

"I've seen you alone before. It's no shame. You sure seem to have a lot of fun though. Can you show me?"

Jon was shocked. This was a private matter. He had to answer fast though, or he would look odd.

"Well, I can't..." Stammered Jon.

"Oh come on, how hard could it be?" Said Sansa as she leaned over Jon. She suddenly and unexpectedly pulled Jon's smallclothes off. Suddenly, Jon was aware of the situation.

"Well, no..." Stammered Jon once again.

"Jon." Said Sansa sternly. "You can't keep all your fun to yourself."
Jon got out of the warm waters. "Go on." Urged Sansa. He touched his cock and a sharp cold twinge instantly went down his spine. He moaned in pleasure. Sansa looked at him, vexed.
"Are you okay?" She inquired.

"Yes. It just... feels good. So good." Replied Jon.

Jon sat down on the edge of the pool and Sansa sat beside him.

"Well, go on!" Said Sansa. Jon took hold of his cock and started to stroke it. As he did, he looked at Sansa and their eyes locked. He spilled his seed instantly. Sansa gasped as drop of it landed on Sansa's naked thigh.

"What... what just happened?" She asked.

"Well, this happens every time I... you know... do this." Replied Jon.

"Yes, but I've seen you do this before and it always takes you a while." Sansa said with a furrowed brow as she stared at the drop of seed on her thigh.

"How many times have you seen me do this?" Inquired Jon.

"Answer my question." Said Sansa. Jon knew he would never get the answer.

"Well," Said Jon slowly, "It takes me a while to picture something in my head. Something beautiful. But with you here..."

"I see." Replied Sansa. She picked up the speck of seed from her thigh with her finger and put it onto her tongue. She closed her mouth and her brow furrowed. "That doesn't taste good." Said Sansa. "Not good at all."

"Well, your turn." Said Jon. "How do you... well, you know..."

"Well," said Sansa as she spread her legs and lay on her back in the cool summer grass. "I'm not really sure. It feels good when I do this." Sansa spread her pussy with her fingers and touched her clit gently. "It's so awkward to reach though..."

"You mean I..." Said Jon, then faltered. Was this allowed? No one was stopping him. He proceeded to near Sansa, and then, ever so gently, touch Sansa's pussy with his thumbs and spread it open. Sansa's breathing quickened, and a tear formed in her eye.

"Are you okay?" Asked Jon.

"Yes," Replied Sansa, swallowing. "It just feels good. So good. Very good." She resumed her quickened breathing.

Jon lightly touched Sansa's clit, and her breathing suddenly became louder and her back arched, bringing her young body off the ground. Jon started to rub it, and Sansa's breathing became louder and louder until it slowed down suddenly and her back rested on the ground once again.

"We should do this again." Said Sansa. "I have never felt so good in my entire life."

Sansa gazed into Jon's lost eyes and what he saw was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen.

"Yes. That would be... amazing."

Jon got back into his clothes, and Jon's thumb brushed against Sansa's tit as he helped her put hers on. She gasped and her back arched again. "Tomorrow night. Promise?" Said Sansa to Jon, locking eyes again.

"Tomorrow." Said Jon, smiling. "We have much to discover about each other, and ourselves."

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