Sansa couldn't sit still for the rest of dinner. She was still reeling from her episode in the bathroom with Robb. She'd try to focus on the conversation at hand but every few minutes her mind would drift back to him. The way he kissed her like he was possesed. Her fingers knotted in his chocolate curls, holding his face flush against her for dear life. His tongue circling up and down her clit. Each time a new memory hit her she'd close her eyes and rub her thighs together.

Things had changed. She'd wanted him before, there was no denying that. But now that they'd had two separate sexual encounters, there was no denying it. She felt lust crazed. She couldn't stop watching him and taking note of his little mannerisms. She never noticed how sexy a man could look just drinking water. She wanted to push over the table and straddle him so she could run her hands all over his body.

But no, she couldn't do that. Because it was insane, and illegal.

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Despite Sansa's begging that they call it an early night Arya managed to convince Ned and Catelyn to take them out for ice cream after dinner. Ice cream was followed by a walk in the park. A walk in the park was followed by Rickon showcasing his monkey bar skills and, long story short, it was 9:45 by the time they got home.

Sansa practically sprinted upstairs. She rummaged through her drawers and pulled out the her sexiest delicates, a white sheer bra and matching lace panties. She would be lying if she said she wasn't thinking of Robb when she packed them.

Her fingers were jittery while doing the clasp. Her mind reeled with her plan. She'd creep into the guest house in her bath robe, lock the door behind her, and let it fall to the ground. She'd crawl up the foot of the bed until she was straddling him and slowly remove all of his clothes. Then she'd dig her nails into his chest and cry out as she rode him.

Her fantasies were interrupted by a knock at the door. For a moment she thought maybe it was Robb, but when she instead she found Arya peering up at her. She was carrying two pillows under her arms and a large comforter.

"What are you—" Sansa started before Arya pushed past her into the room. She began setting the pillows beside Sansa's bed and laying down the blanket. "Oh no," Sansa continued. "You are not sleeping here."

Arya continued setting up her bed. "Why not?" she asked.

"Umm, I don't know. Because you hate me?"

Arya sighed. "I don't hate you. We don't always see eye to eye is all."

"Okay, but that doesn't explain why you want to sleep on my floor?"

"We used to have sleepovers all the time when we were younger."

"Yeah, back when you didn't hate me."

Arya stopped what she was doing and turned to face Sansa. "Listen, we don't have to talk. You'll hardly know I'm here. Anyway, it's not like you have somewhere better to be, right?"

There was a slight edge in her voice that made Sansa nervous. She didn't think Arya knew anything, but that didn't mean she didn't have suspicions. Dangerous suspicions that could get both her and Robb in a lot of trouble.

Sansa heaved a sigh, "Fine. But just one night."

"Say no more," Arya agreed.

Sansa climbed into bed and pulled out her phone to text Robb.

Sansa: hey, can't stop by tonight. Trapped by Arya

Robb: sneak out

Sansa: I can't

Robb: pleasseeeee?

Sansa: wish I could

Robb: how much?

Sansa: …are you trying to sext me right now?

Robb: maybe. Is it working?

Sansa: maybe

Robb: I wish you were here with me

Sansa's heart rate quickened. She turned towards Arya, her eyes were closed. Her chest rose and fell steadily. She goes out like a light, Sansa told herself. She rolled onto her back and studied her bright screen. She could hear her heart pounding like a timpani in her ears. She was seriously doing this. She was about to sext her brother a whole two feet away from her sleeping sister. This is so fucked up.

She read his last message over again:

Robb: I wish you were here with me

She took a deep breath, typed, and hit send.

Sansa: what would you do if I was?

Robb: I'd lay you down on the edge of the bed so I could taste your sweet, wet, cunt

Just seeing the words that he'd typed out made Sansa's panties go wet. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of him typing each carefully placed letter.

Robb: I want you to put two fingers in. Pretend that they're mine

She did as she was told and released a small gasp at the contact. She pumped in and out with one hand, holding her phone in the other.

Sansa: God, I'm so wet Robb

Robb: I want my mouth on your clit. I want my tongue buried deep inside you

Sansa pumped quicker, biting into her sleeve to stifle a moan.

Sansa: I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me until I scream

Robb: keep going Sansa. My dirty girl. So fucking wet and tight, just for your big brother

She couldn't believe the words she was reading. Robb was the picture of honor and sensibility. He treated her like royalty, never ceasing to be gentle and kind. Somehow it made it all the more thrilling to see him speak in such a vulgar manner.

She felt fire rising in her stomach and increased the pace of her fingers. She moved her thumb to circle her clit. By this point she had bit into the sleeve of her shirt so forcefully that there were certainly teeth marks on her forearm.

Sansa: yes. I'm close, so tight and wet. Just for you

Robb: I want you to say my name. Say my name when you come

Sansa obeyed him. She choked out her brother's name barely above a whisper. The sound of it escaping her lips sent her convulsing around her fingers. She gasped as she came so hard she had surely stained her bed sheets.

Then she heard stirring on the ground next to her.

Arya sat up right and looked at Sansa. Her hair was a mess and she rubbed her eyes sleepily. Sansa was mortified. Although her actions were occurring under the covers, the rustlings of her sheets, her quaking moans, and Robb's name coming of her lips made her actions unmistakable.

Sansa rolled on her side to face Arya, her cunt still pulsing from her orgasm.

"Did you say something?" Arya asked sleepily.

"Umm, I was on Facebook and I accidentally hit play on a video," Sansa stuttered.

Sansa remained still, completely mortified as Arya processed the information she had just been given. She began to nod, "Oh, ok."

Arya lay back down and instantly fell asleep. Sansa emitted a sigh of relief and rolled onto her back. She checked her phone:

Robb: Did you say it?

Sansa: Yeah. But next time you make me come, it better be at least 10 miles from our nearest relative