Sansa got up on her knees and straddled Robb's calves as he lay on his bed. Their family was in bed. The nights belonged to her and Robb. She looked down at him with a mischievous smirk and he arched a brow. "What are you up to?" he asked softly.

She answered him by pulling his boxers down over his hips. His dick was half-hard and when she looked down at it and licked her lips, it rose. It made her feel like some kind of Goddess that she could make it rise like that with just a look. She might not fully comprehend the power she had over him, but she liked it.

"Sansa, what—oh, fuck…" He couldn't shout the way he did when they were alone. They had become really good about being very, very quiet.

Sansa rolled her tongue around the head of his dick and smiled up at him. "Do you like that, Robb?"

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart, yes," he moaned and tunneled his fingers through her hair.

Being slightly new at this sort of thing, Sansa took her time with him. She tried different things and learned what he liked by the way he moaned and shuddered under her. When he really liked something he would grip her hair harder and she would do that thing again and again.

"Sansa, move baby, I'm going to cum," he gasped out.

She didn't move. She wanted to taste him the way he was always tasting her.

"Sansa, move – ahh—" His hips jerked and he bit down hard on his fist as he came in her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could and then crawled off him and laid down next to him on the bed. He rolled over onto her and kissed her hard, murmuring how much he loved her and wanted her and needed her. She wondered if he could taste himself on her. And then he was trailing kisses down her body, ardent wet kisses that spoke of need and want and now.

She hummed happily when he pulled her pajama bottoms and panties down and then off her. She moaned when he licked her. One of the things Sansa loved most about Robb was how he was definitely a considerate lover who never left her wanting…

Sansa jerked awake. Her eyes wide as the last of her dream settled in her mind. Tears stung her eyes. What was happening to her? Why would she dream such a thing? Why couldn't she make these dreams stop? Why Robb? Why not Jon? Why?

She rolled over and curled into a ball. She was tired still, and now she was wide awake and frustrated that she'd had yet another disturbing dream about her brother. Most disturbing of all was the ache between her legs. That dream had aroused her.

Sansa was no stranger to masturbation, but she refused to do anything about her arousal. She would not touch herself after having such an elicit dream about her brother. Instead, she crawled out of bed with limbs that felt heavy and went to the shower to hopefully wash all of this madness away.

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Sansa stayed in her bedroom most of the day. She claimed she just had a lot of homework. The only times she left her room was to grab something quick to eat or drink or to use the bathroom. She didn't see Robb the whole day.

The following afternoon when she made it to the office, Margaery was waiting for her. She pulled Sansa into the breakroom immediately. "What did Robb say about me?" she demanded.

"I…don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? He didn't mention me at all?"

"I saw him very briefly when I got home from my date with Jon and we didn't really talk. Then yesterday I didn't see him at all."

"How is that even possible?" Margaery asked incredulously.

"I had a lot of homework," Sansa said with a shrug. "He lives in the basement. I don't see him much unless he comes up or I go down."

Don't say go down, Sansa! she scolded herself.

Margaery sighed. "You're of no use to me."

"Great. Does that mean I can go to work now?"

"Of course not. At least tell me how he seemed when you saw him."

Drunk. And a bit…predatory. "He seemed really happy."

Margaery clapped her hands happily. "As well he should have been." She frowned. "Although he seemed more uptight after the blowjob than he did before…"

Sansa felt as though Margaery had slapped her with that piece of information. She held up her hand and backed away.

"TMI?" Margaery asked and laughed. "I'm sorry. I just had to tell someone."

"Don't you have other friends you can tell?"

"Yeah, but…you're my friend, too. Okay, you're right, that was probably weird for you to hear. He is your brother and that was probably gross."

If only that was the problem. Gross would have been preferable to…to whatever unexplainable anger she felt at the idea of Robb getting head from Margaery at a fucking drive-in.

Robb, of course, chose that moment to waltz in. He stopped abruptly when he saw Margaery and then he looked at Sansa.

"There you are," Margaery purred and came over to him. "Have you been hiding from me today?"

"Uh…" he darted a look at Sansa. "Actually, Margaery, I was hoping to talk to my sister—"

Sansa shook her head. "You know what, I'm good. I'm good."

Robb took a step toward her. "What's wrong?"

Sansa backed away from him and then just spun around and marched off. Apparently though, Robb was not about to be put off. He caught up with her halfway down the hall and grabbed her arm. She shook him off and turned to face him. "Don't touch me," she snapped.

He looked hurt by that and Sansa thought, Good, I hope that hurt! Her next thought was – Get a fucking grip, Sansa. What is the matter with you?

"I'm sorry about the other night," he said. "I was being a dick."

"Oh, good God!" she exclaimed and threw up her hands.

"What?" Robb asked, looking both concerned and supremely confused.

"Can you not say dick? Don't ever say dick. Dick is off the table."

"Sansa, what the fuck is the matter with you?"

She pointed at him. "That is a fantastic question. And I do not have an answer for you. But I'm going to go and think about it. Alone. Very much alone. I cannot stress alone enough."

He held up his hands as if in surrender. "I got it. Loud and clear."

"Great." She stormed off and made a beeline for the bathroom. Once inside, she locked the door and started to cry. I am not jealous, I am not jealous, I am not jealous, she told herself over and over. Robb is my brother. He's my brother. Robb. Is. My. Brother. If he wants to get his dick sucked off by Margaery then he's allowed. I am so NOT jealous.

When she finally emerged ten minutes later, she avoided both Margaery and Robb for the rest of the day.

And then for the next week.

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Robb was going out of his mind. Sansa had avoided him like the plague for a week and when he asked Margaery if she had any idea what had upset his sister so much, Margaery had said she had no idea, that Sansa had seemed on edge that day to begin with.

When Robb walked into a room, Sansa walked out of it. When he asked her a question, she answered it but wouldn't even look at him. And, he'd noticed, she hadn't talked much with Margaery either.

Flashback

"Thank you so much, Robb!" Roslin, Sansa's best friend said happily after he'd given her a jump, checked her oil, and filled her window washer fluid. When he'd gotten home that afternoon he had found Sansa and Roslin rummaging in the garage. He'd asked what was going on and Sansa had told him they were looking for jumper cables since Roslin's battery had died.

Robb had given the girl a hand. He liked Roslin as Sansa's best friend. Plus, he wasn't an asshole. Of course he'd help her out.

"You're welcome," he said with a grin. "Sansa never checks her oil so I do it for her when I think of it. Right, San?" He furrowed his brow when he turned around and found her gone. "When did she leave?" he asked Roslin.

"Oh, a little while ago," Roslin said with a frown. "I need to go or I'd go up and say bye. Can you tell her bye for me?"

Robb nodded. "Of course."

Roslin left and Robb went in search of Sansa. He wasn't sure why she'd just leave her best friend alone with him like that, and frankly he found it rude.

He heard music coming from her bedroom and when he attempted to push it open, he found she'd locked it. Odd, that. Sansa never locked her door.

"Sansa, let me in," he called through the door.

"Go away," she called back.

"Sansa, come on. What's going on?"

"I said go away."

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Why?"

But she wouldn't answer him. Instead, she turned up her radio. He sighed again and figured he'd just talk to her later that night.

But later that night when he tried to see her, she still had her door locked. She knew he wouldn't call attention to himself by banging on her door so he'd shuffled back to bed wondering what in the hell had gotten into her.

The next afternoon he got home before she did and he waited in her bedroom. When she walked through and saw him standing there she started to walk out. Robb ate the distance between them and grabbed her arm. "Sansa, what is the matter with you? Why are you so upset with me?"

She pursed her lips together and lifted her chin. That was code for "I'll never tell."

Robb took her face in his hands and made her look at him. "Sweetheart, what's wrong with you? You were rude yesterday just taking off on Roslin while I—"

Her eyes narrowed. "While you flirted with Roslin?"

He dropped his hands and gaped at her. "Sansa, are you – are you jealous?"

She glared at him and he laughed. She shoved at him and caught her in his arms and held her tight against him. "Sansa, I was not flirting with Roslin. I was being nice to her, that's all."

"She was flirting with you and you just ate it all up!"

"Was she? I hadn't noticed."

"Oh come on, Robb," she groused.

"I truly hadn't," he said and took her face in his hands again. "I only have eyes for you, Sansa. You're the one that owns me."

She softened and Robb pulled her with him to her bed. He pushed her down on the bed and climbed over her. He smirked down at her. "Shall I demonstrate just how much I'm yours?"

Her entire face lit up and then she pulled him down for a kiss.

End Flashback

It was probably too much to hope for that she was jealous. Besides, what could she be jealous of now? She had been fine the night of his date.

Unless Margaery had told him what she'd done to him at the drive-in…?

No. Margaery wouldn't tell Sansa that. Just because he and Sansa had once had no boundaries when it came to what was brotherly and sisterly, didn't mean that others weren't aware. Margaery might not have a lot of boundaries but even she knew not tell Sansa she'd gone down on him.

No, he'd no doubt scared Sansa by how he'd acted. He'd almost kissed her. He would have had she not pushed him away from her. He didn't want to think of what the repercussions of his actions would have been had he done it.

So, for the past week, Sansa been seeing more of Jon while she did everything she could to avoid Robb. Meanwhile, he'd been playing nice with Margaery whilst trying to fend off her bold advances.

She didn't like being told no.

When he told her that he wanted to take things slowly, she had ate it up and told him that she knew from the minute they'd met that Robb was one of the "good ones". He certainly didn't feel like one of the "good ones" lately. He rather felt like the muck under someone's shoe – specifically Sansa's.

The only one that was at all pleased by the fact that brother and sister were barely speaking was their mother. Though he was certain that she had no idea that Sansa was upset with him. Catelyn just saw them not engaging much and took that as a promising sign that Sansa was preoccupied with Jon and that Robb was preoccupied with Margaery.

"Don't forget the company picnic this coming weekend," their father announced over dinner one night. There was a collective groan at the table. Robb knew that meant a day of Margaery beside him at all times. He looked across the table at Sansa who looked at their father and asked, "May I invite Jon?"

Robb schooled his features into one of nonchalance while inside he felt like a volcano about to erupt. She wouldn't even look his way.

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Sansa liked Jon's kisses.

When Jon kissed her she could put Robb aside in her mind. Could forget for a little while about the dreams she'd been having. For example, the other night she'd dreamt they'd been groping each other in the bathroom. It had felt so real she swore she could feel his lips on her and the edge of the bathroom counter digging into her back.

She'd woken up hot and aching for some kind of release. She instead rolled over and forced herself to think about Jon. She replayed the dream in her mind, but put Jon in the bathroom with her. He was the one with his hand up her shirt. It was her hand down Jon's pants, not Robb's pants. It was Jon saying he wanted her. It was Jon's chest she ran her hands over.

She wished Jon was a little bolder. She wished he'd put his hands on her because she didn't know how to ask him to. Or maybe she wasn't ready. Maybe he wasn't ready. It had only been a week, but she couldn't help but think that if Jon touched her the way Robb did in her dreams maybe Robb would disappear from her dreams.

She wondered if she could ask Margaery how best to let Jon know she was ready for more. She wasn't sure she was, but if it meant putting an end to this…thing with Robb then she would make herself ready.