"Are you mad at me?"
Sansa picked at her cereal with a spoon. She kept her eyes down as she spoke barely above a whisper, "No."
It was true, she wasn't mad.
She felt her mother sit down at the table but didn't look up. Instead she studied the how the brown flecks from her Cinnamon Toast Crunch mingled with the milk.
Catelyn sighed. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I overreacted." She took Sansa's delicate hand in her own.
Sansa continued inspecting the cinnamony waves.
"There's nothing wrong with you and Robb being close. You were gone a whole year, I just miss spending time with you is all."
Sansa nodded slowly. Her throat was dry. "It's fine," she managed to choke out.
There was a short pause, "Look at me Sansa."
Sansa met her mother's glace through tears. Catelyn's face was contorted slightly with distress as she pulled her daughter in for a hug. Sansa shook lightly with sobs.
"Sansa, oh darling," Catelyn cooed. "What's wrong?"
"I just didn't want you to think I was spoiled."
Catelyn rubbed her back in small circles. "I could never think that."
It felt good to cry in her mother's arms and pretend she was being honest. But truthfully it wasn't fear of being misjudged by her family that plagued her, it was guilt. Not guilt from being with Robb, but from lying to her family. It broke her heart to see her mother apologize, and say that everything was going to be alright, while she lied through her teeth.
It may have been wrong, but Sansa let herself be comforted. She let herself cry into her mother's periwinkle knitted sweater while she pretended she was a kid again.
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Robb lay in bed for several minutes before getting up, recounting the events of the previous night. He had sex with his sister, his litter sister, and it was the best goddamn sex of his entire life. Maybe it was because she was the only woman he ever loved, or maybe it was because she was his sister, because they fit perfectly. He knew it would take everything to let go of her. But he had to.
It didn't matter if she wanted it, or even if it was her idea, he took advantage of her. He should have known better. He should have sent her away the moment she stormed through the front door of the guest house. He had been childish and selfish. As he walked towards the main house for breakfast he knew what he had to do. He would find a way to get Sansa alone and he would apologize. He would assure her that it would never happen again and that he would try his absolute best rebuild their relationship.
But before he was able to reach the front door of the main house he was intercepted by his father, carrying a 15ft plank of plywood.
"Robb!" Ned called. "Help me unload the truck, why won't you?"
"Yeah sure Dad," he replied. God, just looking at his father made guilt tremble throughout his entire body. If Ned ever found out what Robb and Sansa had done, he would have Robb disowned and then burned at the stake.
Ned was fixing up the old tree house in the back yard for Bran and Rickon and, out of both guilt and obligation, Robb agreed to help him build it. Robb found the work to be rather soothing, it brought him back to humid nights in July when he and Sansa would bar up in the treehouse tell ghost stories. Sansa would always promise that, this time, they would finally spend they entire night outside. But come 10:30 she would be terrified and they would run across the long lawn as fast as they could to get back to the house.
By the time he and Ned installed the last of the installation paneling it was 3:00. Robb went to the kitchen and ate lunch with Arya, Bran and Rickon. There was a note on the kitchen table that read, "Gone shopping for the day. We'll be back in time for dinner at China Inn! Love, Mom and Sansa". Robb sighed, he'd have to talk to Sansa sometime before dinner.
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Sansa actually had a good time shopping with her mom. Catelyn paid for everything, which was nice considering Sansa hadn't babysat in weeks. She picked out a gorgeous pink sundress with a low neckline that tied around the neck. She wasn't planning on wearing it to dinner that night but Catelyn had insisted. She left her hair to drape over her shoulders. She certainly didn't want Robb thinking she was trying to impress him.
They were going to their favorite restaurant in the area. There weren't many options considering the closest town off the lake had a population of under two thousand residents. So it came down to Little Cesar's, Applebee's, or mediocre Chinese food. Bran and Rickon loved to use chopsticks to pretend they were walruses, so you can guess which one they picked.
Robb almost vomited when he finally saw Sansa. She slid into the seat next to him and buckled herself without making eye contact. She was always pretty without trying. The dress she wore had a completely open back exposing him to her prefect porcelain skin. A light blush spread across her cheeks as she glanced at him quickly, only adding to her beauty. They sat next to each other in the car, their knees bumping lightly when they drove over a speed bump or around a turn. At one point Robb was certain he saw Sansa reaching for his hand through the corner of his eye, he instinctively crossed his arms to distance himself from her. He could not go down this path again.
Robb barely said a word for the first half of dinner. He couldn't seem to focus on the conversation going on around the table. Each time he tried to pay attention he would catch Sansa looking at him out of the corner of his eye and get lost in thought again. He knew had to find some way to talk to her soon or he might burst.
Midway through Bran and Rickon describing their plans to decorate the inside of the treehouse Robb felt Sansa's small hand on his knee. Every vein in his body was pulsed with awareness. She smirked and began making circles on his thigh. He tried to meet her eyes but she was staring ahead. He moved his hand under the table and brushed her palm off his thigh. Then she finally turned to him, it was the first time he'd seen her eyes since the previous night. They were wracked with hurt. She stood up from the table.
"I'm going to the bathroom," she muttered, not that anyone paid attention.
Sansa practically ran upstairs to the bathroom. It was a single stall with red walls and miniature ceramic cat statues resting on every surface. She stared into the mirror for several moments before turning on the faucet and splashing water over her face. Who does he think he is? she thought. Avoiding me like the plague and pretending nothing happened. He's a coward. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Just one minute," she called. She glanced at the mirror one last time, straightened her dress and took a deep breath before opening the door. She opened the door just a sliver before back pedaling. Robb pushed his way through the door and locked it behind him.
"Listen Sansa we have to talk," the words spilled from his mouth hurriedly. Sansa nodded sheepishly in agreement. Robb took a long deep breath to collect himself and started, "I'm sorry about last night. I'm your brother, I'm supposed to protect you. What I did was wrong."
Sansa furrowed her brow. "Wait what?"
"I'm going to be better. I know it doesn't seem like it, but everything will go exactly back to the way it was. I promise you–"
Sansa cut him off, "What are you talking about? I went into the guest house. It was my idea."
Robb frowned. "But, you see, I should have stopped you. I screwed up. It was an accident."
Sansa laughed without humor. She could not listen to him apologize like she was a child for another second. She was outraged and it showed in her voice. "An accident? An accident is when you stub your toe on a loose floorboard! An accident is when you forget to leave the parking break up! You don't accidentally fuck your sister!"
"I just want things to go back to the way things were. I want you to have a normal life!"
"Normal?! When exactly were we normal? Before last night when I wanted you so much I was going crazy? Or before that night in the kitchen when I had no idea what I was feeling? Or how about before the first day you came home when I missed you so much I felt like I was drowning?" She grabbed fistfuls of hair and shook her head while Robb stood anchored in place. "God Robb, are you kidding me? We were never normal! Even before you got home! No one's that close with their older brother! Can't you see? Everyone's always known something was up, I'm just the only one who can fucking admit it!"
Robb was petrified. She was right. When he woke up that morning he decided that he was going to be a man and stop this, but he was being childish. He couldn't apologize and expect everything to go back to normal. They had crossed a line that was impossible to turn back from. Pretending wouldn't solve anything. He considered apologizing again, this time for apologizing, but that would just make him sound more stupid. So he did the only thing he could think of, he kissed her.
For a moment she was still, probably surprised at his sudden change of heart. To be honest he was surprised too. But then she swung her arms around his neck and pulled his body against hers. Robb hastily pushed her against the sink as he deepened the kiss. He moved his hands under the crook of her ass and lifter her so she was sitting on on the edge of the sink.
"We have to be quick," she whispered between kisses. "Mom and Dad, downstairs."
Sansa reached for his belt buckle but Robb stopped her. He wanted to make it up to her. He hadn't been able to find the words to tell her everything she was to him, so he would show her.
"This won't take long," he whispered huskily and bent down on his knees. He hiked up her skirt and slid a finger inside the waist band of her purple lace underwear. She quickly grabbed the ends of her skirt and tried to cover herself, closing her legs tightly.
"No," she said with wide eyes and a beet red face. "You don't have to, you don't, I," she stuttered. She was embarrassed. No one had ever done this to her before, and just the prospect of him being that close to her center terrified her.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of," he assured her.
Robb met her eye contact and she seemed to relax, her shoulders sinking. He continued to ease her panties down her thighs. Her breathing hitched as he spread her knees with his palms and took in the sight of her. She was fully open in front of him and practically dripping. He leaned in and took a deep breath, inhaling her smell. He blew cold air onto her and she shuddered with pleasure and embarrassment.
He slid two fingers into her warm, wet cunt easily and covered her with his mouth. When he positioned his lips to suck on her nub she was almost certain she was dying. His nose mashed against her, the rub of his beard leaving scratched patterns on the tender skin of her thighs making her moan in ecstasy. All the while he pushed and curled his fingers inside of her in a maddening rhythm.
"So sweet," he rasped between sucking. He hitched a leg over his shoulder granting him better access. "You have the sweetest cunt in the entire world."
His words did horrible things to her and she could tell she was dripping from the sounds his lips made against her. She clenches around his fingers at his husky voice vibrating against her. Her legs tightened around his head as she cried out shamelessly, holding his chocolate locks against her fiercely, "Oh my God, yes Robb!" He didn't mind her force and continued lapping her up as she rode out her orgasm.
She had never felt such an intense form of pleasure before. She moaned feebly as he removed his arms from under her and gave her one last cleansing lick from top to bottom. As he rose from his knees she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his lips to hers forcefully. She could taste herself on him and it felt dirty and wrong and so arousing. She moaned into his mouth and slid a hand down his chest towards his crotch.
He hissed as she made contact with his erection through his pants. He grabbed her hand and caressed it with his thumb gently.
"We have to get back downstairs," he murmured before breaking the kiss.
Shit, he's right, Sansa thought. She scooted off the edge of the sink and with both hands on his chest looked deeply into his eyes. She used her most seductive voice and brushed up and down his chest with her fingers spread, "Wait for me in the guest house tonight."
Robb gulped and nodded. She kissed him again, completely open mouthed and passionately before quickly turning and walking out of the bathroom.
Robb heaved a large sigh and waited five minutes before following her downstairs.