IMPORTANT NOTE IN CHAPTER 4.
FIVE
One thing Jon liked about his family was that it was very big. Between the Starks, Martells and Targaryens they were more than thirty people, but the occasions when all of them reunited were rare. However, this year Christmas Elia and Lyanna gathered the complete family in their house -it was big enough to host them. The novelty was the presence of Mellario, Arianne's mother, who had come back from her home town Norvos. Things looked good as she had made up with her husband and children -Arianne told Jon her mother regretted missing how her children grew up, and she wanted to fix that.
During the dinner, Arya was seated on his right in the large table, with Arianne to his left. Meanwhile, Jon thought about the current status of his relationship with Arianne. Since that time a couple of weeks ago when they had kissed in her place, his cousin had acted as if nothing happened, the kiss did not repeat, but her teasing had only multiplied since then. Insinuations, double takes and spicy direct message on Instagram from her were now common.
But now, oh, now... She was going the furthest she had gone! Through the main course, she had been tickling his sides and caressing his knee, making Jon shudder and stiffen up at her touches. Jon was eating relaxed his share of turkey when her hand stopped on his groin. He froze and looked at her only to find her looking back at him with mischief in her brown eyes. Jon almost moaned when Arianne took him in her hand and started stroking his hardening length.
She continued her moves as he tried not to make faces in fear of being discovered. Fortunately, the tablecloth prevented seeing anything below the waist, so as long as he didn't let it show, he was safe. But damn, it was really hard not to show it. Jon glared back at Arianne with daggers in his eyes telling her to stop. He was reaching his climax and he absolutely didn't want to cause an spectacle with the family present. It seemed Arianne knew he was close, because she retired her hand, not before giving a last stroking to his balls.
Jon tried to relax as much as he could, excusing himself when his boner disappeared, going to freshen up his face in the bathroom with cold water.
"Fuck", he cursed as he dried his hands with a towel. "That was hot".
"What was hot?", Jon jumped at the voice of his lovely cousin speaking next to him. How the fuck had she entered unnoticed?
"Why did you do that, Arianne?", Jon asked angry. It had felt really good, but it wasn't funny for him. And he was tired of her flirting. He needed answers now. "Why are you always teasing me? Please, explain, because I don't understand. You are always throwing subtle -and not so subtle- signals to me, and after we kissed that night, I thought maybe you felt something, but it is only getting worse and I wan...".
His rant was stopped by her finger in his lips. "Shhhh, don't be so flustered. Besides, you loved it. As for the rest, well, Jon, you have known me since ever... I have always been a bit like that. To you, at least", she smirked at the last remark.
"And I have been waiting for you to ask me out since the kiss, big boy", she whispered softly in his ear, a chill traveling down his spine up to his cock. She looked at the bulge in his pant appreciatively and licked her lips sensually, before spinning in her toes, leaving him alone again in the bath, with another massive boner.