Sansa lay in bed the next morning after Willas had left for the day and though she knew she didn't have to get up for a while, she was wide awake. She couldn't stop thinking about that kiss she'd shared with Robb.
Part of her felt guilty for having kissed him. Not just because of Willas but because of Talisa too. Yet part of her couldn't stop reliving it…wanting more of it. She hadn't felt that same passion for another since…well, Robb.
It felt as though a switch that had been long ago turned off inside her and switched on again and she couldn't figure out how to turn it off. She'd wanted to have sex with Willas last night but had stopped herself because she knew it wasn't Willas she would have been having sex with but Robb. Though that might have gone a long way in showing that affection Willas had said she didn't often show, it wouldn't have been fair to him to have Robb in her head the whole time. To have it be Robb she was making love to and not him.
Robb was in her head, and in her blood (literally) again. He'd never really left, to be honest, but he'd been dormant. She'd been able to push him to the recesses of her mind and push down the feelings she still harbored for him.
Now she was afraid she wouldn't be able to. With one kiss all that work she'd done to move on with her life had started to unravel. She felt it, like a thread pulled on a sweater. It wouldn't take much for her to completely unravel.
Which was why she had to stay completely away from Robb despite how her body ached and hear heart yearned for him. They had split apart for a reason. There was no normal life to be had for them if they'd stayed together. There was no "together" to be had. Their family wouldn't understand and sure they could move away but then what? Never see their family again? Live in fear of being discovered? No.
Often, in the beginning of their relationship when they were just discovering how they truly felt about one another, Sansa had wondered if they were sick. If there was something really wrong with them in their heads that made them feel this way about each other. You weren't supposed to fall in love with your sibling. You weren't supposed to want them. You weren't supposed to feel about them the way you might a crush.
And now, with one kiss, Sansa felt it all come rushing back. It scared the crap out of her too. She had gotten used to a certain way of living. With the absence of Robb her pain had given way to a level of numbness that she hadn't realized she'd been carrying with her all this time until now. Now she felt everything. Tears welled up in her eyes. Loss. She felt loss predominately. And stuck. She felt stuck in a life she had thought would make her happy enough…
Well, if that wasn't the problem right there. Happy "enough". That sounded horrible. Not truly happy, but just "enough" to survive. Is that what she'd been doing all this time? Just surviving? Not really living, not really feeling apparently either, but just surviving and being happy "enough" to get by?
No wonder she felt crushed under all these emotions now. Who would have thought one kiss could have woken up and unleashed so much? Then again, she should have known better.
Giving up on sleep, Sansa got up and made her way into the bathroom to get ready for the day. She was freshly showered, dressed, and making coffee while attempting to think about her appointments that afternoon when there was a knock at the door. She glanced at the clock. Robb was probably at work. He was a professor and he'd just started so he was probably staying on campus as much as possible to get acclimated.
Jesus, Sansa, it's not Robb, she scolded herself. Instead of relief though, she felt disappointment. No doubt Robb was going to avoid her like the plague from here on out, as well he should. And as well she should. She was an engaged woman and he was a married man. They were brother and sister. There was no scenario in which this could work.
She went to the door after trying to see if she could see a vehicle in her driveway from the kitchen window. She couldn't. They must have parked super close to her garage. She opened the door and froze.
It was Robb.
"Is Willas home?" he asked, his blue eyes boring into her.
Sansa felt as though the air had been sucked from her lungs. She shook her head, finding speech had escaped her.
"Good," he said and pushed his way inside. She backed up and he kicked the door shut with his foot. In the next instant, he was reaching for her. She was in his arms and he was kissing her as though the kiss from the day before had never ended.
"I couldn't stop thinking about this last night," he muttered against her lips as he lifted her. Her legs wound around his waist instinctively and he carried her into the living room and set her down on the arm of the couch. He kissed her hard and she met his passion with her own.
"Is he expected back soon?" Robb rasped as he pulled on her hair lightly, causing her head to fall back so he could leave hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck.
"No," she whimpered. "Don't you have work?"
"I have an hour before my next class," he told her and released her hair so she could look at him. "I was hard all morning knowing I was going to come here. I had to come." His eyes welled up in tears. "Do you have any idea how much I've missed you?" His voice was hoarse. "I feel like I've been out of my mind all this time and I just woke up."
She nodded emphatically. "Yes. Exactly that."
"You too?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes," she whispered. "But—"
"No buts, Sansa," he murmured and kissed her. "Not now. Please, not now. I need you. I've needed you since I left and I can't wait anymore."
God, neither could she. She nodded her assent and some tugs and pulls later, their clothes were on the floor.
Robb teased her pussy with his dick. "Do I need a condom?"
She shook her head. "I'm on birth control."
"Thank God," he whispered and started to push himself inside her.
The enormity of this moment, of Robb being inside her again, hit Sansa like a tidal wave and she grasped at him as he slid inside her. She looked at him wide-eyed and he looked back at her, full of need and love and something that looked like despair. Once he was seated inside of her, he stilled and pressed his forehead to hers. "God, Sansa, I can't…it's been so long."
What he exactly meant, Sansa wasn't sure. So long since he had sex or so long since them? She chose to think it was so long since them and she nodded in agreement. He began to move inside her while she was still perched on the arm of the couch. Nothing had ever felt as good as Robb inside her, his naked body against her own. She kissed him hungrily and he kissed her back with the same ferocity.
His hands moved to her breasts and he cupped them in his hands and then broke their kiss to suckle at one breast, and then the next. Pleasure shot right through to her pussy and she tightened around him. He groaned and buried his face in her neck. "So good, San. It's never been so good."
Sansa held onto him as he began to move faster and harder inside her. She bit down lightly on his shoulder and then licked his skin. He growled and kissed her deeply.
"God, yes, fuck, I'm going to come," he announced.
"Do it," she whispered. "I want to feel your come inside me, Robb. I want to feel it dripping out of me all day…"
"Fuck!" he shouted and reached down between them to rub her clit. "Come with me, Sansa. I want to feel you squeezing my dick…come on, sweetling."
Her nails dug into his shoulders and her back arched as she cried out and came. "
"That's my girl, that's my sweet dirty girl," Robb rasped and after three hard thrusts, he held himself inside her and came.
Sansa clung to him, never wanting to let him go and he held onto her as though he felt th same.
"I love you so much," he whispered in her hear, his cheek against hers. "I've never stopped. I can't. You're so deep inside me."
"I thought it was the other way around," Sansa said shakily with a nervous laugh.
He didn't laugh. He simply moved his head to look down at her. He kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, and then her mouth. "I want you again," he rasped and lifted her up again. "Can I take you to bed?"
She wanted to say yes, but thoughts of Willas wouldn't let her. "No…I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he said solemnly. "I understand." So he placed her down on the couch and then got down on his knees and licked at her slit. "You taste a little bit like me and a little bit like you," he murmured.
"Let me clean up," she said and started to get up.
He stayed her with one hand on her belly while grabbing a tissue out of the tissue box behind him on the coffee table. He wiped up the cum dribbling from her still and then shoved his face into her and proceeded to make her cum again.