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  Category:
      F/M
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  Relationship:
      Robb_Stark/Sansa_Stark
  Character:
      Robb_Stark, Sansa_Stark
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      Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Sorry
      Not_Sorry, Oral_Sex, Cunnilingus, Blow_Jobs, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, Desk
      Sex, Clothed_Sex, Shower_Sex, Car_Sex, Rough_Sex, Anal, Come_play, Butt
      Plugs, Light_Bondage, Strip_Tease
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      Published: 2017-04-03 Updated: 2017-06-03 Chapters: 14/? Words: 25189
****** Safe and loved (in my brother's arms) ******
by RedMandaPanda
Summary
     He knows nothing could ever happen between them, but he had invited
     temptation into his bed and now he felt her soft pink lips again his
     shoulder.
      
     When Robb and Sansa reveal their forbidden passion for the other,
     lust will blossom into a love, but can it survive under the weight of
     their secret?
Notes
     This is the first thing I have shared in 15 years and first time I've
     shared anything explicit. It's unbetaed and roughly edited, please
     let me know if you see any mistakes. Aside from siblings fucking,
     trust me I know it's dirty/bad/wrong, don't care!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** A night of firsts *****
The sound of knocking wakes Robb. His heart is racing from the dream he was
ripped from, of his gorgeous sister Sansa. “Who is it?” He asks, switching in
the lamp next to his bed.
“It's Sansa, can you let me through your room? I… forgot my key at Jeyne’s.”
He takes a deep breath, rolling out bed and grabbing his robe. He unlocks his
door and stands aside to let her in. Their rooms are connected by a Jack and
Jill bathroom and after a particularly brutal prank war both had been forced to
lock their doors to prevent Arya from destroying any more of Sansa's clothes.
“Why aren't you still at Jeyne's and what are you wearing?”
Sansa fiddles with the buttons of a large overcoat he’s never seen before and
sniffling before speaking, “I couldn't stay there any longer. And this is Mrs.
Poole’s coat. I couldn't get my stuff, I just had to get home.” She then bursts
into tears and tries to push past him to get to her room.
“Wait Sansa, what's wrong?” He catches her arm at the elbow and pulls her back
to face him.
“It's nothing. Just me being stupid.” Her breath shakes as she says it and
Robb's stomach drops.
“You are not stupid. What happened?” He pulls her into a hug and when her arms
loosely wrap around his waist he smiles and he pulls her close. “Either I can
make it better or just telling me will make you feel better.”
Her arms tighten around him and she pressed her face to his chest for a long
moment before looking up at him. “You know the new girl, Myranda? Jeyne's
invited her over and-” she takes a deep breath, “They started talking about
kissing. And I haven't been kissed yet, but I thought Myranda would make fun of
me so I lied. But they saw through me and it just made is so much worst. They
made fun of me and locked me out of the room first chance they got.” She starts
crying again so he pulls her close and strokes her soft hair.
“Why didn't you tell Mr. Poole?”
She makes a noise, “They already thought I was a baby, telling on them isn't
going to make it better Robb.”
He sighs and squeeze her waist through the thick jacket, “So they don't know
you left?”
She buries her face into his shoulder and shakes her head. “Sansa, you can't do
stuff like that! You should have called me and I would have gotten you.”
“I didn't want to bother you.”
He pulled away, slipping a hand along her cheek, cradling her face and forcing
her to look him in the eye, “You are not a bother. Especially not your safety.”
His stomach clenches as he stares into her brilliant blue eyes. The temptation
to kiss her breathless swept through him and he pulled her back against him to
avoid making a fool of himself.
“Oh Robb, I love you,” she mumbled, nuzzling her face again his neck.
“I love you too, little sister.” He whispered back, needing the reminder that
Sansa was forbidden. But even with the thick coat, her developing curves were
more enticing than he would imagine.
She sighs sadly and pulls out of his arms, “I should let you go back to sleep.”
It would be safer for him, if she left. But he enjoyed her in his arms too much
to see her go yet, so he grinned at her, “We should have our own sleepover! We
can talk about boys, and I don't know exactly, but we hardly hang out anymore.”
Sansa flashes him a grin to match and takes his hand, “Do you want to braid my
hair Robb?”
“Now that you mention it, yes I do.” He watches as she starts of unbutton the
coat, noticing that she begins to flush as she reaches the last button.
“I, uh, made this new nightgown to show Jeyne, it’s a little more mature?” She
bites her bottom lip and he barely holds back a groan, but when she lets the
coat slide from her shoulders he just wants to fall to his knees. Sansa wears a
tiny white nightgown, thin enough he thinks he can see the soft pink of her
nipples. He clears his throat and averts his eyes, turn his back quickly and
dropping the robe before climbing under his covers. He quickly makes room for
her and pats the spot next to him, smiling when she joins him.
“So, what should we talk about first?” Sansa asks, smiling sweetly at him.
“How about we talk about you not having your first kiss yet?” Robb hates
himself for the taking pleasure in the knowledge that Sansa hadn't kissed
anyone yet. He tucks a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and watches her
cheeks darken farther.
“ Do we have to?”
“We don't, but I wouldn't make fun of you, whatever your reasons.”
“It's stupid.”
Robb’s smile drops, “When did you start calling yourself stupid so much? You
aren't stupid Sansa. You're beautiful, sweet, smart and kind.” He tugs her back
into his arms, careful to shift his hips away to hide the erection that had
sprung back to life when he’d seen Sansa's new nightgown. He knows nothing
could ever happen between them, but he had invited temptation into his bed and
now he felt her soft pink lips again his shoulder.
“You think I’m beautiful?”
He snorts, “You're the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. And everyday you get
closer to being the world's most beautiful woman.”
She lifts off him and stays hovering above him, staring into his eyes, “You
think I’m sweet?” She licks her lips and seems nervous.
He takes a shaky breath, “Sweeter than those lemon cakes you love so much. Why
has nobody kissed you?”
“There's someone I like, and he’s the only person I want to kiss. But I can't.”
“Why Sansa? Only an idiot wouldn't want to kiss you.” Her eyes widen at his
statement and he knows he's showed his hand.
“Don't say that Robb.”
“Just speaking the truth, Sansa. Does he know how you feel?”
“No! If he knew… if anyone knew, my life would be over.”
“That seems a tad overdramatic. Sansa, you should tell him. If he likes you
back, then great, and if he doesn't, it would be easier to get over him.”
“He doesn't like me back.”
“You won't know until you tell him Sansa.”
She pushes away from him and turns her back to him quickly, “it’s you Robb. And
I know it's sick and wrong and can't ever be, please don't hate me Robb, please
don't tell anyone about this. I promise I'll never say a word about it again,
just please don't hate me.” Her words come out so fast that Robb barely
understands what Sansa said, but as she begins to cry he finally catches her
meaning.
Robb wraps his arms around his sister and pulls her tightly against him, but
this time pushes his now throbbing erection again the soft swell of her ass.
“Sweet Sansa, I could never hate you. I love you, Sansa.” He starts pressing
soft kisses along her neck and shoulder, feeling her melting into his embrace.
“Robb?”
“I dream of you most nights, sweet Sansa.” He slipped a hand up to lightly
caress her breasts through the thin material of her nightgown. “I’ve dreamed of
you, in my bed, moaning my name as I made love to you.”
“Please Robb, don't tease me. You truly feel the same for me?” She wiggled her
ass against him, drawing a soft moan from him.
“Sansa, may I kiss you?” She nodded, and he shifted back to let her roll onto
her back and then quickly cover her body with his own. He stared down into her
eyes, a hand reaching up to caress her soft cheek, “I want you Sansa. In ways
that aren't proper for brother and sister.” He brushed his lips lightly again
her own, wanting her first kiss to be special but when he heard a soft moan in
the back of her throat he deepened the kiss, licking into her mouth. One kiss
melts into another and then a dozen. Soon Robb loses all concept of time, all
he can think of is the irresistible curve of his sister's lips.
He slides his hand from her tiny waist to stroke her breasts once more, paying
close attention to her now hardened nipples, pinching one gently. Sansa broke
the kiss with a moan that caused Robb’s cock to twitch against Sansa's thigh.
“Tell me of the improper ways you want me Robb. Or just kiss me forever.” He
grins and pulls her back for a deep kiss, before trailing kisses along her
cheek and jaw until he reaches her ear.
He nips her ear lightly, “I want to make love to you Sansa, in every position I
can imagine. I want to bend you over my desk, I want you against the wall of
our shower, I want you to ride me in my chair. I want you beneath me, wrapping
these impossibly long legs around my waist as I fill you with my cock.”
“Please Robb, I want that too.” Sansa's hands slip down from his shoulders to
stroke the small of his back, “I want you to be my first, you're the only man I
want.”
He pushed up onto his knees, kneeling between her thighs. He gazes down at her,
eyes hot as he takes in her flushed cheeks and heaving chest, her rosebud
nipples pressed against her nightgown. “Let's take this off darling.” His
fingers play with the short hem, tracing the soft skin of her thighs, watching
her shiver and nod. In moments it’s off and she's bare before him, except for
tiny, pale pink lace panties. “You are perfect, my sweet Sansa.” He lowers his
lips to her nipple, suckling it softly, enjoying the moan Sansa responds with.
He runs a hand down to cup her through her panties, pressing his cock again her
inner thigh when he feels how wet she's already become, “Is this all for me
darling? So wet, you want this don’t you Sansa?”
She bends her knees and lets her legs fall open for him, “Please Robb, don't
tease. Make me your’s, please!”
He leaned down, burying his fingers in her hair and pulling her up for a
bruising kiss, “You’re mine Sansa, as long as you want to be. Now as much as I
love these sexy panties, take them off for me darling. Show me how much you
want me.”
She almost headbutts him in her haste to remove her panties and they laugh, and
he's kissing her again. This would be his first time as well, he never thought
he'd be laughing with a girl. She wiggled out of her panties before laying
back, legs wide again. All laughter stopped as he became enthralled by the
sight of her slick pussy spread before him. He rested both of his hands on her
inner thighs, caressing the soft skin causing her to shiver. “I want to take
care of you, sweet girl. Do you trust me?”
“I trust you Robb,” she whispers, eyes fluttering shut. He shifts closer,
lengthening his strokes until he’s touching her slit, dipping low and finds her
soaking. His fingers gather slickness and he slips his fingers along her clit.
He takes one hand off her to stroke his own hardness, suddenly aching at her
gasps that seem to fill the room. He continues teasing her pearl until her hips
buck and she whimpers. He slips through her lips until one finger is buried to
the knuckle, leaning over her to suck one of her peaks into his mouth, smiling
when her hand cups the back of his head, fingers tangling in his curls. She's
moaning his name and when he slips a second finger into her wetness, he’s
rewarded with a sharp cry.
“Come for me, sweet Sansa. I want to see you fall apart on my fingers.” He
picks up the pace and curls his fingers within and angling his thumb to strum
her clit once more. Her slick walls tighten around his fingers as she comes, a
broken cry spilling from her lips. His movements slow but don't cease until the
tension of her body drain away and she lies pliant beneath him. His fingers are
sticky with her release and he pumps his cock, imagining what she’ll feel like
around him. He curses when he realizes he has no condoms and he know Sansa
isn't taking any sort of birth control.
Sansa seems to be startled out of her bliss, “Is something wrong?”
He kisses her, rougher than before, “I don't have any condoms sweetheart. We
can't go any further.”
“Why not? I want you Robb, you promised.”
“I can't risk getting you pregnant, Sansa.”
She bites her lip, “Can't we just buy some moon tea? I want to feel you Robb,
all of you.” Her eyes meet his with a boldness he hadn't seen since he’d first
open the door, “I want you to come inside me.”
He barely wastes a second, pinning her to the bed with his body, kissing her
fiercely. “Gods, Sansa. The way you talk,” he bit her ear lightly, “I may come
before we even start.”
She meets his eyes with a cheeky smile, wrapping her legs around him, “Then we
best hurry.” Her hand slid down to the waistband of his boxers, tugging them
down a little, “I want you bare, Robb.”
It took a little work to get them off, but once freed he’s kissing her once
more. He pulling back after a minute, locking eyes with her once more, “I have
to ask one more time Sansa, are you sure you want this?” He pressed the head of
his cock against her clit, coaxing a moan from her.
“Yes Robb, now!”
He nods, positioning himself and pushed inside her tight sheath. Her legs wrap
around him, squeezing him and bringing him close. He gasping in her ear, “Oh
Gods, you're so tight, my sweet sister.”
The words were a mistake, but Sansa's reaction is intoxicating. Her walls pulse
around him and she seems almost impossibly wet for him. She's gasping, body
arching against him and her throat is bared to him. He grinds against her, mind
bursting with possibilities. But he clears his mind, needing to push back his
orgasm. He nips her pale throat, and starts thrusting, slow and deep. He wants
to touch her everywhere, but he starts by caressing her stomach.
“You're so beautiful, so perfect, and you're mine.” The last word comes out in
a growl, and his hands reach up to squeeze her little breasts. She gasps and
tightens her legs around him, but it doesn't elicit the same reaction as before
and he speeds up his thrusts while kneading her breasts. “Look at me, Sansa.”
She back at him, her pupils blown, “Do you like this? Do you like it when your
brother fucks you?” He gives two hard thrusts at 'brother’ and 'fuck’ and the
words were the key. Her walls fluttered and he knew she was close.
“Yes, yes, yes, please Robb,” Her voice is breathless, her hips starting to
buck to match his rhythm, “This is what I want, big brother.” Her words awaken
a madness in him and he starts to pound into her, grinding against her clit.
“So perfect, my little sister. Tight and wet, for me. And you're going to come
for me again. So beautiful when you come for me, I want to feel you come on my
cock. I'm so close Sansa, come for me, come for your brother.” She tightened
like a vice around him and he lost himself inside her. He wrapped his arms
around her, holding her tight through her release. He drops kisses against her
neck before kissing her lips deeply.
He slips out of her, and rolls to her side before tugging her back into his
arms. She seems to be struck shy, nuzzling her face against his shoulder.
“Thank you, Sansa. You may have ruined me for all other women, just by giving
me perfection my first time. But I don't regret a second of it.” He kissed her
one more, addicted to the taste of her mouth and the feel of her skin again his
own. “I didn't hurt you, did I?”
Sansa shakes her head and he lets out the breath he didn't even realize he was
holding. “Good, let's get some sleep.”
They fall asleep tangled together, freed of their guilt and shame by the
knowledge their attraction was shared and their love had been consummated but
not satiated.
***** The next morning *****
Chapter Summary
     Sansa awakens in her brother's arms.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Sansa pretended to continue sleeping when Robb's warm arms released her and she
heard him walk to bathroom. Despite everything Robb had said last night, Sansa
was terrified that the shame would drive him away. She considered running away,
but her bedroom door was still locked and the only other way was through Robb.
She shifts, restless with worry, but when she heard him walking back to the
door she returned to feigning sleep.
Robb climbed back into bed, arms encircling her and pulling her tight against
him, nipping her ear, drawing a gasp from Sansa, “Oh little sister, you're
terrible at faking sleep.” When she tried to deny it, he shushed her, “Sansa, I
need you to answer my next question honestly.”
“Of course, Robb.” She turned over to face him, trying to hide her vulnerable
heart with a sweet smile.
His stare was intense, “Are you still mine, sweet Sansa?”
She nodded, biting her lip. “Always, Robb. Do you still want me in all those
improper ways, big brother?” He growled and shoved her on to her back, kissing
her fiercely. After what felt as if hours had passed he started to shower
kisses along her jaw, down her throat until he made it to her breasts. “Other
than fetching the moon tea, I think I would be happiest if I spent the next two
weeks naked and in your bed, Robb.”
“Fuck Sansa,” Robb groaned, suckling one hardened peak. “That's a tempting
idea, but,” He switched to the other nipple, “I may have a couple of fantasies
involving those tiny skirts you run around.”
“Do tell, big brother.” Sansa watched Robb with heavy lidded eyes, whimpering
when he started to move lower, kissing each rib.
“Well, mostly the same fantasy of flipping them up and fucking you until you
come apart and then filling you again.” Robb pushed her legs apart and nestled
between her thighs, pressing wet kisses into her hip bones, before bringing his
mouth to her sweetness and all her thoughts ceased. He seemed intent on
ravishing her, tongue swirl around her clit before slipping lower, dipping
inside and teasing her walls. His arm is is draped across her hips, which make
sense when her hips buck instinctively and he keeps her pinned to the bed.
Sansa moaned loudly and she brought one hand to tangle in Robb's curls. “Oh
Robb, please don't stop.” Suddenly she remembered how sexy it was when their
words had gotten so dirty and thought of the dirty word she had read in so many
of her historical Targaryen stories and wondered if it would shock Robb if she
said it. Her walls pulsed around his tongue and he pulled back and traded his
tongue for two fingers that sink deep inside.
“Do you like that, sweet Sansa?”
She uses her hand in his hair to pull him up for a kiss. It's frenzied, the
taste of her on his lips making her more daring. When he pulls back the words
spill from her mouth, “Gods Robb, I love having your mouth on my cunt.”
She can see the shock on his face and she's afraid she crossed a line, but he
grins slowly. He kisses her hard and speeds up the thrusting of his fingers, “I
beginning to think my sweet little sister is a dirty girl.”
Sansa squirms beneath him and bites her lip. “None of that, Sansa. You're mine,
and I want to hear my dirty girl moan. I’m not done with your exquisite cunt.”
He curled his fingers, smirking when she whimpers. “Will you do something for
me, sweet sister?”
“Anything Robb, please.” She breathless now, trying to rock against his hand.
“Pull your knees as close to your chest as possible and hold them there.”
She blushes, but his lips have made her desperate for more, “Will you put your
mouth back on cunt?”
“If you hurry sweet sister.” She does as requested and he stares at her now
completely exposed cunt. He’s quick to put his mouth back on her, this time
though his tongue seems completely focused on her clit, making strange patterns
that draw shameless moans from her, begging him to keep going.
He finally seals his lips around her pearl and sucks hard sending her crashing
over the edge. Her entire body seizes as waves of pleasure crash over her. When
she comes back to her senses Robb guide her to release her legs, but instead of
lowering them, he wraps them around his waist and buried his member in her
cunt.
He’s flush against her and his lips brush against her ear as he growls, “Mine.
All mine.”
“Robb,” she moans, writhing under him. She wants his pleasure to match her own,
and he seems to be as turned on by dirty talk so she grabs his shoulders and
moans in his ear, “I’m your’s Robb, take me. Your dirty girl want you to fill
her cunt with your seed. I need you brother.”
His slow tempo is broken by her pleas, thrusting hard and rutting. He’s panting
in her ear, “My perfect girl, so tight and wet. Sansa, gods I’m going to come.”
He grinds against her, his release hot inside her and she follows him over the
edge, walls quivering around him.
Once they both completely spent, he lays next to her and pulls her against him
to spoon. She entwines their fingers and they lay together, still warm in the
afterglow. “Robb, can I ask you something?”
He squeezed her in his arm, “Of course.”
“Where did you learn to do that thing with your mouth?” She wiggled in his arms
to see his face and is surprised to see him blushing.
“Jon told me a little about it, and I saw it done a little in porn. The rest
was just fantasizing about what I would do with you if I ever had the chance.”
He smiles and kisses her soft and slow, “Tasting you was even better than I
dreamed.” It was her turn to blush. He starting stroking her hair and he kissed
her one more time. “It's still early Sansa. We can just lay here a little
longer.” She settles down into his arms, happier than she could remember being
in a long time.
Chapter End Notes
     A long shorter but pretty much all smut. Hope you enjoyed!
***** Ready to face the day *****
Chapter Summary
     Sansa and Robb finally leave bed, but can't resist the lust they
     feel.
Robb thinks he could hold his sister forever given the opportunity, but he
presses a kiss to Sansa's shoulder and releases her from his arms. “We need to
get up sweet girl. One of us need to call Mr. Poole so they don't panic when
they realize you're gone.”
“Do you think they'll be mad?” Sansa's voice is small and he can tell she's
nervous.
“Don't worry about it. It doesn't matter.” He pulls her into a soft kiss. “I
can handle it.”
He slipped out of bed and grabbed his phone and robe. He called Mr. Poole,
telling him Sansa had left early because she was sick and that he’d picked her
up. He promised to stop by to pick up her bag this afternoon.
Sansa walks to him, not bothering to cover herself, “We should take a shower.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed close to him and he returned
her embrace. He let his hands drift down her body, grasping the soft curve of
her arse.
“Sounds like an excellent idea.” He’s hardening already and she pulls back and
they walk hand in hand to their bathroom. After flipping the water on to the
proper setting he pins her to the wall and capture her mouth. He’s panting when
he pulls away, looking at his sister's beautiful face, lips swollen and cheeks
flushed. She unties his robe and pushes it off his shoulder then tugs him into
the stall.
They're in no rush, so they take their time, softly caressing the other,
learning each soft curve and sharp angle. His hands keep drifting to her ass,
squeezing it and holding her against him. She nipped his earlobe, “Robb, do you
want to pick out my outfit? You said you had those fantasies.”
“Gods Sansa,” he kissed her, “I want to dress you and then tear it all off
you.”
She giggled, and let her fingers trail down from his shoulder to his now
throbbing erection, almost teasingly stroking him. “Robb, do you want…” she
blushing, biting her lip, “Do you want a blow job?”
He moans, the very thought of Sansa's lips around his cock made his arousal
skyrocket, “Are you sure?”
“You aren't the only one that's imagined this. You've done so much for me
already, I just want to please you big brother.” She twist around and grabs a
spare towel to kneel on before lowering herself to her knees. “I've never done
this before, so if I do something wrong please tell me.” Her wraps a hand
around the base of him and her tongue flicks against the tip of his penis
before letting it slip between her lips.
Sansa is a vision on her knees and seems to savor his cock, making eye contact
and moaning, the vibrations bring him closer to the edge. She starts taking him
deep until he hits the back of her throat and she gags. She tries to work
through her discomfort but eventually Robb pulls her back, seeing tears welling
up in here eyes is too much for him, “That enough sweet sister.”
She gasping and shakes her head, “You didn't come though.”
“I’m close, dirty girl.” He caresses her face and wipes a tear away, “You’ve
done amazingly for you first time. May I come on your chest, little sister? I
think you’d be so sexy with my come dripping off your tits.”
Her eyes widen and she nods quickly, “How do you want me big brother?”
“Put your hands on your calves and arch your back.” He starts pumping his cock,
staring down at his sister, “Talk to me sweet sister. Love hearing you talk
dirty.”
She blushes, “Big brother, I love how your cock felt in my mouth. It was so big
and hot, I’m so wet. I wish I could swallow you properly but I guess I'll need
more practice.”
His grip is almost painfully tight and he buried his fingers in her hair,
stepping a little closer and guiding her to look him in the eyes. “Fuck,
Sansa!” He come then, spurts handing on her breasts and shoulders and some
dripped down her stomach. He kneels on the towel with her and pulls her body
against his, come smearing on him, “Thank you, thank you. So fucking perfect
Sansa.” He kisses her rougher.
When they break the kiss, Sansa lays her head on his shoulder and they stay
like that until the come that coats their skin starts to become uncomfortable
and they shower like normal, though they wash one another. Once they're done
and wrapped in towels, Sansa takes Robb’s hand and leads him into her room,
look over her shoulder with a hesitance that amazes Robb after all they've
already done together, but he just squeeze her hand softly and smiles at her.
They stop at her closet, “So what do you want me to wear, big brother?”
He works quickly, picking a navy skirt that she had to stop wearing after she
shot up three inches and it turned into a practically indecent miniskirt. He
picks a sheer grey blouse next and a white lacy tank top with a built in bra to
go beneath it. Finally he digs through her underwear draw and pulls out a black
lace thong that makes blood start flowing south again.
He sets the clothes onto her dressing table and embraces her again, “Sansa, if
you put on this outfit, I’m going to want you as soon as you come into my room.
I'm going to bend you over my desk and take you. And I won't be as gentle as I
was before. If you don't like it, if it makes you uncomfortable, tell me and I
will stop. I won't ever hurt you Sansa.”
Her hand comes his cheek and pulls him in for a tender kiss, “I know Robb.
That's why I wanted you so badly. You make me feel safe and loved and desired.
I trust you. I'm going to get dressed, and do my hair and makeup. And then, I’m
going to walk through that door and my big brother is going to fuck me, and I
want that.” She kisses him one more time, biting his lower lip, “Now go, before
I beg you to take me right now.” She pointed to the door and he left her, cock
hardening with every step.
Once he's in his room, he dresses quickly and takes everything off his desk. He
take the ottoman from his reading chair and sets it in front so Sansa could
kneel instead of stand. He’s shocked at how nervous he feels as he waits,
anticipation making his stomach do flips. Finally, he sits in his desk chair
and does his best not to get too excited. He want to make this experience last.
Time crawls forward and when he hears a soft knock he almost just out of his
skin. “Come in!” His heart stops when he see her. His jaw drops when he beholds
her, she is beyond gorgeous. Her hair is done into pigtail braids and her top
highlights her soft curves and does little to stop her breasts from bouncing as
she walks. Her legs seem to go on for miles in her skirt. She stops a few feet
from him and spin quickly, making her skirt flare up and flash him just a hint
of what was beneath her skirt. “What do you think, big brother?”
His nails dig into the armrest of his chair and he fights for composure, “I
think you need to get over here.” She stops and stands between him and the
desk. He puts both hands on the backs of her thighs, gripping tightly. “Tell me
you’re mine.”
She smiles, “I belong to you, big brother. I'm your dirty girl.” His hands
slide up and he starts kneading her ass.
“Do you want me to fuck you, little sister?” She nods as he continues, “Are you
wet for me dirty girl. Are you ready?”
“I've been soaking since I had you in my mouth Robb, please take me. I need you
inside me.”
Robb smiles, “Good girl. Turn around and put your hands on the desk.” She
complies quickly and he reached under her skirt to pull her panties down to the
middle of her thighs, “Open your legs a little.” The move keeps her panties
from fall off. He’s imagined this many time before and Sansa was willing to
fulfill his fantasy. He leans forward and bites one of her ass cheeks eliciting
a giggle from Sansa.
“Okay Sansa, put you knees up on the ottoman and your chest on the desk.” Robb
puts his hands on her hips to steady her, and pulls his cock out of his fly. He
rubbed the head of his cock again her slit, finding her as slick as promised
and she moaned and arched her back.
Robb plunges into her, stopping when he's buried to the hilt. He holds her
there, his hips pressed against her ass, “Gods Sansa,” he moans, “Are you ready
for me to pound your tight little cunt? I think you are, so wet for me.” He
grinds against her.
She grabs the edge of the desk and rocks back against him, “Yes, please. Give
it to me big brother, fuck me.” One hand moves from her hip to her shoulder and
he sets a brutal pace that draws the loudest moans yet from Sansa. She's
babbling as he pulls her into his thrusts, begging him to keep going as if he
might stop.
It takes every ounce of self control to keep from coming too quickly, but
before long he's on the edge. He slide his hand from her hip to massage her
clit, wanting Sansa to come with him. Her walls start to flutter around him and
he leans so his lips are at his ear, “Dirty fucking girl, you love it rough,
don't you? Come for me. Come on your brother's cock, we both know--” He cut off
by a sharp cry as she comes, and her walls squeeze him until he spills, rutting
deep inside her.
When all the tension melts from Sansa's body, Robb pulls out. “Can you stay
like this for a minute Sansa?” She nods as she sags on the desktop, still
breathing heavily. Robb falls back into his chair and stares at Sansa's creamy
ass and her rosy slit. He growls as he watches a little of his seed start to
drip from her well fucked hole. “Come here, sweet girl.” He pulls her into his
lap and cradled her close. “Did you like that little sister?”
Sansa nods, playing with a button on his shirt, “Did you like it Robb?”
“You are perfect Sansa, I love y- being inside you.” He kissed her, lips gentle
and almost teasing. Inside he’s terrified by what he almost said. Is being in
love with his sister worst than just fucking her? He hold her tight and wonders
how he could ever feel about this with someone else.
***** Chapter 4 *****
One of Sansa's hands moves restlessly along Robb's arms, tracing nonsense
patterns, following bones and blood veins from their beginning to where the
disappeared under his shirt. After a while Robb sighed and kissed her, “I
should just go get these errands done. It shouldn't take long since the Pooles’
house is on the way to the pharmacy.”
“You're going to go to the pharmacy in Winterfell?” She frowns at him and he
shrugs.
“Where else would I go?”
“Robb, you buy moon tea anywhere around here and our parents will find out.
Mrs. Tuttle works there and she's the biggest gossip in town. We should go to
Deepwood Motte or Torrhen’s Square. Even Hornwood would be better.”
He kisses her, “Good thinking sweetheart. We? You're coming with me?”
“Of course! Not going to make to do an hour long trip alone.”
“How about Deepwood Motte and we can get lunch somewhere on the water?”
Sansa bites her lip and gazes into Robb's eyes, “Like a date?”
“Exactly like a date. Though we may want to keep public displays of affection
to a minimum.” He pulled her in for a bruising kiss, “It will be hard to keep
my hands off you, but if we got caught I won't be able to touch you either.”
She nods, flushed from his kiss. “Do you want to change before we go? I want
you to be comfortable.”
A wicked smile found its way into her lip, “If I wear this will you throw me
down in your bed when we get back and take me? Rougher like before?” She nips
his lip.
“Keep talking like that and I’m going to fuck you right now.”
She wiggles off his lap and pulls her panties up, fixes her skirt and blouse.
When she's finished she finds Robb is watching with open hunger on his face.
“We need to go.” He stood, put his soften cock away and zipping his pants.
“After you, sweetheart.” He murmured.
~~
The drive to Deepwood Motte went quickly and Sansa made an effort to keep the
conversation innocent, but it was hard. All she could think about was how Robb
had felt inside her and the feeling of his skin on her tongue. Her underwear
was ruined the moment she put them back on after they made love the last time,
but during the drive they're become completely sodden making her wish she had
taken him up on his suggestion to change.
They agree to get the moon tea first and Sansa waits in the car. Once he's back
with a month's supply of tea, Sansa decides she wanted Robb more than lunch at
any restaurant. “Robb,” she says quietly, drawing his eyes to her. She wiggles
out of her panties and meets his eye, “Take me home. I need you “
His breathing is shaky and he nods, peeling out of the parking lot faster than
strictly necessary. She waits until they're back on the highway to ask the
question that's been on her mind since the night before, “Robb, when did you
realize you wanted me?”
He glances at here briefly, “Why do you ask?’
“Curiosity mostly. I’ll tell you if you tell me.”
He chuckles a little, “Okay little sister. I guess it started a couple years
ago. I, uh, well, Theon introduced me to the wonders of Internet porn. And I
stumbled across this actress that looked a lot like you, though I didn't
realize it until later. I was fixated on her. Last summer you asked me to put
sunblock on your back and it just hit me like a semi. Suddenly, I wasn't seeing
the actress, I was seeing you. Gods, you were born beautiful but one day I
looked at you and you were a woman. I wanted so badly for the desire to go away
but if anything it got more unbearable. I fantasize about you feeling the same,
but it seemed so farfetched. When you came to bed with me last night…” He
trails off and shakes his head, “I’ve never been happier.”
Sansa scoots across the bench seats to kiss his cheek and take his free hand,
“I’m happy too Robb.” She entwines their fingers and purposefully let his hand
touch her bare thigh.
“Okay Sansa, your turn.”
“It's Uncle Petyr’s fault, really. Last time I stayed with Aunt Lysa and him,
he started talking about my first time.” She thought about telling him what
Petyr had said about being their mother's and aunt’s first and the hunger she
had seen when he looked at her, but she hadn't even repeated it to her father.
“He said it was important to have someone you trust, and love. You were my
first thought. And then I saw a story about Aegon and his sisters and then all
I read was stories of Targaryens. But I always imagined it being you and me.”
She blushed, remembering her dreams of being married to Robb. She had imagined
Robb ruling Winterfell Castle like their ancestors before them, and ruling her
and loving her. Since Robb had kissed her last night she felt like her dreams
were coming true, but she was afraid Robb only wanted sex, but she just wanted
him and would be happy with what she could have.
“Littlefinger wanted to talk about your first time?” He sounds pissed, “What
did you do?”
“I told him I had to call Dad and left. I tried to talk to Aunt Lysa and she
called me a liar. I told Mom and she thought I was overreacting. I told Dad and
he said I was never staying there again.”
He laughs, “Good.” He strokes the inside of her thighs and squeezes it,
splaying his hand until his hand was a short distance from her core. It rests
there until he needs to shift and when he steers the truck off the highway onto
a service road, Sansa looks at him in confusion. “I can't wait any longer sweet
girl.” He takes her hand and rests in on his bulge. She giggles and starts
rubbing him slowly.
When they finally park in a copse of trees that should hide them from prying
eyes, Robb pulls her into his lap and they start making out in earnest. One
hand cups the back of her head, controlling the angle of her lips while the
other kneads her breasts and pinches the hardening peaks until she's quivering
in his arms, her hands grasping his shoulders to steady herself.
Sansa starts rocking against Robb's bulge, the rough texture of the denim
stimulating her clit. Robb released her breast and his hand dropped between
them, massaging her nub before unzip his fly and pulling his cock out. He
pulled back from her kiss and both hands went to her hips, guiding her to
impale herself on his throbbing erection.
“Gods, I’m never going to be tired of the feel of you hot, wet cunt around me.”
He moaned, squeezing her hips and holding her in place. “Or the way you get all
tight when I say cunt, or little sister.” He laughs as she pulsed around him,
shuddering with pleasure at his words.
He guides her in riding him, quickly finding a rhythm that has them both
moaning to fill the small space of the truck cab. His hands shift from her hips
to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up slowly, “Would you take this off, little
sister? I want to see you.” She quickly helps him remove her blouse and
undershirt, blushing under his hot eyes.
Sansa feels her peak rapidly approaching, finding immense pleasure in watching
Robb watch her. His eyes flitted from her own eyes, to her breasts and then
even lower, sometimes looking down to where their bodies joined. He pushed her
over the edge when he started to stroke her clit, moaning her name and spilling
deep within her. She collapsed against his chest, gasping and pressing soft
kisses to neck.
Robb's hands stroke up her bare back, holding her close as she came down. His
softening cock slipped from her with a slick noise that made her cringe a
little. She kissed him passionately to disguise her discomfort and he brought
his hands up to cradle her face, “Sansa, that was… fantastic. Don't know how
I’m going to drive anywhere without remembering this and getting rock hard.” He
smiles at her and she sees a tenderness that makes her stomach flip nervously.
“Especially since we'll be driving to school together.” She giggles, which
makes him smirk.
“I'm more interested in driving home. Maybe take a detour.” His hands fall to
her naked thighs and he squeezes them.
Sansa blushed and covered his hands with her own, entwining their fingers, “We
should get home. We still need to go to the Pooles’ and get my stuff.”
“I'm going to do that on my own. Better to sell you being sick without you
there.” His eyes swept down her body one more time before motioning for her to
climb out of his lap.
Once she's redressed they're back on the road and they make it home quickly.
Grumbling stomachs remind them they haven't eaten all day so Sansa makes a
simple lunch of sandwiches and leftover potato salad. Robb is quick to leave
again, parting with a kiss that makes Sansa want him all over again. The house
is silent and it makes her nervous again, wondering what will happen once their
family returns. She undresses and put on one of Robb's tee-shirt, slipping into
his bed and quickly falls into a deep sleep, dreaming of a sweet future with
her brother, the man she loves.
***** Peace of love *****
Chapter Summary
     Robb confronts the depth of his feelings and finds peace.
When Robb finally made it home it felt like it had been hours since he left.
Vayon Poole had carried on for a while, long enough for him to get desperate
and play the sick sister card. It had worked, but he had come out to Jeyne
leaning against his truck, chatting with Myranda. It had been a challenge not
to rage against the girls that hurt his sweet Sansa, but in a sense he owed his
new found happiness to them. He felt no need to linger in their company when
his girl was waiting for him.
Finding Sansa sleeping was a minor disappointment, but seeing her in his bed,
wearing his shirt brought him profound pleasure. He striped to his boxers and
quickly set an alarm for the time Sansa needed to drink her tea before he
crawled into bed behind his sister and pulled her close. He had always worried
about sleeping with another person, normally restless with a tendency to toss
and turn until his sheets came off the bed made the idea of sharing the bed
nerve wracking. But with Sansa in his arms Robb felt a peace that meditation,
sleep journals and worry lists hadn't even touched.
Robb woke up just minutes before his alarm and he decided to make Sansa's tea
and wake her up once it was done. As he went through the process, he tried to
remember the last time he had slept so deeply and realized it was when Sansa
used to crawl in bed with him when they were much younger. Even the worst
thunderstorms hadn't bothered him when Sansa was snuggled close, wanting Robb’s
protection. By the time he walked back to his room he’d begun to wondered if he
had always loved her. He woke her up with soft kisses across her face, kissing
her deeper when she wrapped her arms around his neck.
As Sansa drank her tea, he couldn't help but watch her, imagining telling her
he loved her. He thought Sansa wanted more than sex, but was it the right thing
to do? With him, Sansa would never be able to have a “normal” life and he
didn't want her to give up something he knew she wanted. As long as he could
remember she’d dreamed of being married and having children, begging to play
house and wedding whenever they played.
Once her tea was finished, he pinned her to the bed and kissed her fiercely,
the idea of her being with someone else filled him with such possessive need he
couldn't wait any longer. But she was eager as him and pulled him close and
into the cradle of her thighs. He bit the side of her neck, wondering if a
hickey would disappear before their parents returned. He wanted to mark her,
for everyone to know she was his. With her soft body beneath him, he knew he
would tell her he loved her, but he promised himself to give her the kind of
declaration Sansa deserves. He certainly couldn't say it during or direct after
sex, it wouldn't make Sansa feel as special as she deserved.
He started to kiss down her body, urging her to sit up and take off her top.
“Gods sweetheart, you're so beautiful. Will you get on your hands and knees for
me, Sansa?” She nodded, blushing darkly before turning her back to him. Robb
helped steady her, holding her against his body, lips on her neck and hands
cupping her breasts. “Do you still want me to fuck you roughly, dirty girl?”
One hand dipped down between her legs and stroking her pearl, making her moan
and push her ass against this his bulge.
“Gods, yes Robb.” He grins and bites her shoulder, making her shiver. He pushes
her forward so she's on her hands, trailing his hands down her body to grasp
her hips. His hands curved over her ass cheeks and pulls them apart, exposing
her to his lustful eyes. “Robb, what are you doing?” She sounds nervous.
He squeezes her cheeks, “Just getting a look, little sister. Well, I am going
to devour this sweet little pussy. You're so wet for me.” He bent down and
thrust this tongue into her dripping hole. She cried out in surprise but soon
started pushing back against his hands and tongue. He moved down to suck her
clit into his mouth and sucked hard but quickly released it and moved back to
push his tongue deep. She's begging him to make her come and he finally moves
his mouth back to her clit, alternating between flicking his tongue across the
bud and sucking it and starts fingering her with two digits, curling them every
other stroke. She falls apart before him more beautiful than he’d ever
imagined.
Once completely spent Sansa falls forward onto her belly, legs sprawling apart.
The sight of her inflamed Robb's lust and he only takes a moment to push his
boxers down before tugging her hips back and slammed into her slick sheath. He
wasted no time and sets a savage pace that leaves Sansa gasping beneath him.
“Is this what you wanted, Sansa? Did you want your big brother, hard and deep
inside your tight little cunt?”
“Yes, yes Robb, I wanted you just like this.” Her hands clenched the sheets
below her as she rocked back against him and she twists her back to see him
from the corner of her eye, “I love my big brother’s cock inside me, only thing
that comes close is his hot seed filling my cunt.”
Robb surged forward, picking up his pace which he hadn't thought possible, but
Gods, the things that came out of her mouth were too wicked to resist. “Don't
worry, I'm going to give it to you little sister, because you're mine. Mine to
fuck and fill and-” He came before the word love came out, he almost broke his
own promise less than an hour after making it. He let his body fall forward,
grinding his hips against her ass until her walls started pulsing around him.
He put his mouth against her ear, “Mine. All mine, my perfect Sansa. And when I
pull out of you, stay just like this so I can watch my seed drip out of your
cunt.” She tighten around him at his words before her whole body went slack,
but when he pulled out she obeyed and kept her hips up.
The lips of her sex were swollen and shiny from her release and as he stared
down at them, a little of his seed slipped out and disappeared within her damp
curls. He groans, wishing he could have her all over again, right now, but
instead fell to the bed by her side. She snuggled close to him, and he kissed
her slowly.
Sansa pulls back, “Is that why you asked me to stay bent over your desk? So you
could see you seed… coming out of me?” She blushes darkly, shy for a siren.
“It is a beautiful sight. I hope to see it frequently.” He strokes her face, “I
hope you do not find it degrading.”
“I am not ashamed. I'm jealous.” His hands end up buried in her hair and he
pulls her to him for a bruising kiss.
“I'm sure I can figure a position that would let you see how well my cock fills
you, until you overflow.” She moans and her hands grasp his waist and pulls him
close.
Robb grins at his sister, “Are you hungry for your big brother again, Sansa?”
She nods and kisses him again, “Always Robb, always and forever.”
***** Questions and Confessions *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
When Sansa had fantasized about Robb, she could never have imagined how
wonderful she would feel just from his arms around her. Once his arms weren't
around her though, all her doubts came forward.
They had decided to have dinner of a simple frozen pizza, Robb disappearing
into the kitchen to get it ready and Sansa waiting in the great room. Relaxing
hadn't been possible, her mind and heart racing. The past day had been a
whirlwind and suddenly the reality of the situation had hit her. Robb's actions
had been rather romantic, but his words had been almost entirely carnal. He had
said things that implied he wanted to pursue what ever this was, but she had no
idea in what capacity.
Catelyn Stark had told her daughter no man would want more from a girl if she
gave away her maiden gift. She felt like crying, of course Robb would only want
sex! She had ruined her one chance at happiness. She buried her face in her
hands and fought tears.
“Sansa, what's wrong?” Robb had snuck up on her and immediately started rubbing
her back.
She stiffened, taking a shaky breath and pasted a smile on her face, “Oh
nothing, Robb!”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing her. “Listen, I know we decided on
frozen pizza, but I didn't get to take you out to lunch, so I ordered dinner
from Hot Pie's. Including lemon cake.” He pulls her close so they're hip to
hip, “It will be here in thirty minutes. Probably the amount of time it would
take you to tell me what's bothering you. Please Sansa, I can tell you're
upset, I know you better than anyone else.” His fingers freeze on her bare arm,
“Is it me Sansa? Did I do something wrong?”
Sansa bites her lip and looks away, “It isn't you exactly. I'm just being
stupid.”
“I thought we talked about this.” He moves to kneel in front of her and touches
her chin to make her meet his eyes, “You aren't stupid. Talk to me.”
“What are we doing Robb?”
He leaned back a little, brow furrowed. He’s quiet for a minute, before his
lips curl into smile, “I’m in love with you. I wanted to tell you in some
fancy, romantic way. But I never want to cause you sadness Sansa. Because I’m
completely mad in love with you sweet girl.” He strokes her cheek.
His declaration leaves Sansa speechless and breathless. Robb truly was the
prince she had dreamed of all these years. She slides off the couch and throws
her arms around his neck and kisses him ecstatically. His arms encircle her
waist and he kisses her back, relief making them both ravenous. When they
separate, Robb starts kissing wet kisses to his neck, murmuring, “I love you,”
softly as she melted against him.
“I love you too, Robb.” She nuzzles her face again his neck, breathing in the
scent of her brother and lover. Suddenly, all her skin felt too tight and hot,
deliriously in love and bursting with energy. She lets out an excited laugh and
pulls back to kiss him once more. “You truly love me?”
“I’d be a fool not to love you, you are perfect to me Sansa. You are kind and
thoughtful, you look for the good and beauty in everyone and everything. You
practice everything you do in secret so you seem naturally talented,” He smiles
wickedly then, “And you are a both an innocent girl and a seductive siren that
begs me to come inside her. I could spend all night telling you all the ways I
find you delightful, and I promise I will not let a day go by without telling
you that I love you and why.” He claims her lips then, deepening it with little
prelude and then nipping her lip gently. “Another time I will tell you how
unmatched you truly are in my eyes, after I consult a thesaurus so I can do
your beauty justice. I love you, sweet Sansa.”
His words bring tears to her eyes and she almost missed his hands grip her hips
before sliding up and he starts tickling her sides mercilessly. She shrieks and
squeals as she tries to wiggle out of his arms. He lays her back, laughing as
squirms helplessly beneath him.
“ROBB! Mercy, mercy.” Sansa pleads, gasping for breath when he finally stops.
He leans down and starts raining kisses in her face, stroking her stomach. “We
need to stop, our dinner will be here soon. I was hoping to make this our
proper first date.” He sits back on his heels and gazes down at her, and she
wonders how she ever doubted his love. “Once dinner’s done though, I plan on
eating your sweet cunt for dessert.” She can feel herself growing as red as her
hair. “There’s my blushing love.”
“If this is our first date, I should go get dressed!” Sansa kisses him quickly
and dashes for the stairs, wondering how much time she would have to prepare.
She already knew what dress she wanted to wear. A light blue lace shift dress
that matches her eyes and would make her look all the more innocent, since Robb
seemed to enjoy that. It would mean light makeup and very little fuss with her
hair. She had watched Robb closely when he had been looking for her outfit
earlier and while he had settled on a black thong, he had stared at a pair of
white cotton panties for at least minute. She decided to forgo a bra and as she
stared in the mirror she felt more beautiful than ever before.
As she waited for the food to arrive, she fantasized about Robb and all the
wild ways she had dreamed of making love. She knew now that Robb could even
improve her inexperienced daydreams. She imagined sneaking into Winterfell
Castle and him having his way with her on the weirwood throne, the seat of
their forefathers. The thought excited her so much, she slipped a hand up her
dress and started to touch her clit through her panties. She pictured kneeling
before her brother, the weight of his cock on her tongue and his fingers
tangled him her hair.
Sansa's finger slipped beneath her panties and she plunges two fingers deep
into her slick snatch. Her own fingers didn't provide the satisfying fullness
of her brother's cock, or even his fingers, it did give so relief to the
irrepressible heat between her thighs. She knew she would serve her kingly
brother faithfully and he would spill in her mouth.
Before she could imagine what would happen next, Robb knocked on her bedroom
door, startling Sansa out of her filthy fantasy. She jerked her fingers out,
groaning slightly at the sensation, “One minute!” She calls out, wondering if
she sounded as breathless as she felt. Her fingers are a sticky mess and she
flushes, feeling embarrassed at being caught when a inspired calm came across
her. Robb thought she was seductive, she struts to the door and smiles serenely
as she revealed herself to her brother. “Sorry to make you wait big brother. I
was just preparing your dessert.” She holds her hand up to him as if he might
kiss it, “Would you care for a sample?”
Robb stand gobsmacked by her boldness, but soon he leans forward and takes her
fingers between his lips and sucks and tongues at her nectar. The sensation
send a new jolt of pleasure to her pearl. “Delicious.” His breathing is ragged
and he stares back into her heavy lidded eyes, looking like a wolf about to
pounce. Her stomach growls then and it seems to break his lustful trance, “Come
little sister.” He takes her hand and guides her to the garden patio where he's
lit candles and small torches. There are several small tables, but only one is
set including a winter roses bouquet as the center piece.
He guides her to her seat and both pulls out and pushes in her chair before
taking his own seat. She doesn't know why she's surprised to see her favorite
meal in front of her, but she hardly taste the delicious fare, too excited
about dessert. They only spoke a little, mostly Sansa complimenting Robb's work
to make it such a lovely first date.
Once they finished their entrees, Robb quickly cleared their plates before
setting the lemon cake in front of himself. “Come sit on my lap, love, while
you eat your treat.” She practically bounces over to him but he stops her
before she can take a seat, “First though, may I have your panties?” She
wiggles out of the soaking cotton and hand them to Robb, biting her lip as she
watches him stuff them into his pocket. He guides her to sit on his lap so her
back is half against his chest and half cradled in his arm. He grinds his bulge
against her ass, kissing her neck and telling her she was beautiful and loved.
The lemon cake looks exquisite but Robb's hands are caressing her thighs,
pushing her skirt up slowly and it’s challenging to swallow even the smallest
bite. By the time she finishes the final bites, Robb sinks two fingers into
her. “Tell me love, what were you thinking of before? Did you think of me?” His
mouth is against her ear and his fingers curl within.
“I was, I was thinking of you Robb.” One arm gets thrown around his neck and
her other hand squeezes his knee. “I’ve only ever thought of you. From the
first time.” She gasping, hips arching when his fingers curl inside.
“Gods, you're really mine, aren't you sweet girl?” He kisses her as his arm
tightens around her, “I love you, I’m your’s too Sansa. Heart and soul and
body, I'm your’s.”
“I love you too,” her hips are rocking constantly now, “Please Robb, I need to
come. Please!” The heel of his hand presses again her clit and she cries his
name as she comes. She goes slack in his arms, and he helps her come down. His
lips start brushing her cheeks, her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, her chin,
and then soft on her lips. “My love, Robb, thank you.” She tilts her head and
their kiss deepens to express their euphoria. “Make love to me, please.”
Robb met her eye and gave her another wicked smile, “Not yet sweetheart, I
haven't had my dessert.” She flushed early.
“But I thought…”
“Stand up sweetheart.” She did it, though her legs were shaky. Robb steadied
her, then guided her to a blanket on the edge of the lit patio. “Take off your
dress darling.” Sansa glances around, though no one could possibly see them
before shucking her dress. He took her into his arms then bears her onto her
shoulders, kissing her languorously. Wet kisses began to drift down her body,
sucking on her nipples before continuing his path down, pausing to bite her
sharp hip bones before finishing his journey to her core.
He pulls back for just a moment before he guides her to bend her knees with her
feet flat and legs spread. Once she was positioned to his liking he stripped
himself and delved between her legs and started to worship her cunt, for that
was truly all it could be called. He pulled away for just a moment, “Tell me,
little sister, what was I doing as you touched yourself.”
Sansa quivered beneath him, “I was imagining kneeling before you as you sat
upon the weirwood throne in the castle. You were my king and I was pleasuring
you with my mouth.” He moaned against her clit and the vibration is what sparks
her orgasm. Her hands grip the blanket as her walls flutter around the fingers
deep within her.
This time Robb gives her no time to come down, positioning himself before
thrusting his member until he was buried to the hilt. His leans over her until
his body is flush against her and he kisses her as she sets an agonizing pace,
slow but certain and measured. It does not take long for Sansa to climb to a
third peak, and she clings to his shoulder as she begs him to spill inside her.
When he finally granted her plea he felt her walls pulse around his cock. Her
arms keep him close as they come down, lips brushing together as the whisper
endearments to other another. When he finally slips out he rolls to his back
and pulls her with him.
“I love you sweetheart.”
“I love you as well Robb.” She listened to steady beat of his heart, drifting
to sleep after Robb covers them with an extra blanket.
Chapter End Notes
     This chapter is ended up going into a completely different direction
     than I originally planned. Robb wasn't supposed to confess his
     feelings Sansa for a while longer, but it didn't end up feeling right
     for the characters.
     Hopefully the end of the chapter doesn't feel too rushed. Thanks for
     reading!
***** A honest conversation *****
Chapter Summary
     A slip of the tongue leads to a Robb and Sansa talking about
     boundaries.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Robb awakens when he feels Sansa shiver in his arms. Night had cooled greatly,
summer or not, and their blanket wasn't up to the task. He careful disentangled
himself from Sansa and put his boxers back on before gathering his sleeping
sister in his arms. Even as light as she was, three flights of stairs wasn't
happening so he took her to the one downstairs guest room and left her there
before returning to gather up the rest of their clothes and blankets.
When he returned and crawled into bed, Sansa stirred and blinked sleepily at
him, “Go back to sleep, love.” He pulled her close and kissed her shoulder.
The room was flooded with sunshine when he woke up and Sansa wasn't with him in
bed. He jerked, suddenly panicked. Had Sansa come to her senses and realize
falling in love with him would only lead to disaster? Would she ever forgive
him?
“What wrong, Robb?” Sansa's in the doorway, holding a small mug, wearing only
his dark blue dress shirt, completely unbuttoned, revealing her auburn curls
but hiding the soft curves of her breasts from view.
“I just… wasn't expecting you not to be next to me when I woke up. I don't
usually sleep so late.”
She quickly finishes the rest of her tea and crawls on the bed to join him. “I
guess you needed it.” Her hand cups his cheek, and she leans in for a soft
kiss, “Good morning my love.”
Everything had gone so fast last night, he hadn't truly appreciated the
splendor of those words when Sansa spoke them. His heart tighten in his chest
and he pulls her in for another kiss. “I love you, Sansa.” He moves so his back
is against the headboard and pulls Sansa in to cuddle again his chest. He
nuzzles her neck, inhaling her sweet scent and kissing her shoulders, hands
grasping her by the waist. “How is my beautiful girl this morning?”
She let a hand slip down to stroke his thigh beneath the sheet, “I am quite
well love. I was drinking my tea, thinking of my big brother's cock inside me,
filling me with his hot seed.” The grip on her waist tightened and he nips her
throat, eliciting a soft whimper before she went on, “It made me so wet to
think of how full and complete I feel when you're inside my cunt.”
Any self control fled Robb at that moment, one hand dropping to her lap,
wanting to verify her claim and found her almost as wet as the night before.
His other hand reaches below her shirt and he pinches one of her nipple, his
lips against her ear, “Gods Sansa, such a dirty girl.”
She reaches up and grasps his throbbing erection. “I am Robb, I’m your eager
little slut.”
The word is like a bucket of ice water. “Wait, what?” He pulls her hand off his
member and moves so he's facing her, “Sansa, I don't think you're a slut!”
“I'm sorry, Robb…” She looks ashamed and he feels guilty.
“No, I’m the one that should be sorry. Sansa, I love you and I just think you
should know that I don't ever want you to do something with me if it makes you
feel uncomfortable. And I would never want to say anything that would make you
feel demeaned. You don't have anything to be sorry for, I just needed you to
know that before we moved forward. I hope nothing we’ve done since this began--
”
Sansa throws her arms around him so fast he falls back on the bed, “Oh Robb!
I’ve loved everything we've done together. I wondered if I should be ashamed,
but I knew when we made love last night that everything we do together is born
of love and you should never be ashamed of love.”
He leaned up to kiss her, pulling back to stare into her sweet blue eyes, “You
truly enjoyed everything we've done together? Roughness and all?”
She pulled back so he could sit back, looking down shyly, biting her lip before
nodding, “I didn't expect to enjoy it so much, but when you gripping my hips
and just pounding into me. And the dirty things you say, I feel like I'm being
consumed by fire.” She licks her lips, before leaning forward looking innocent
and eager, “Shall I beg you big brother? Please Robb, I need to you to fuck me.
Pound me, whisper or growl or moan filthy things to me as you claim me.
Please!”
Robb swallows hard, feeling his cock twitch. “Alright my darling slut. But
first you need to kneel on the floor and suck your big brother's cock. Time to
start practicing.”
She shivered and nodded enthusiastically, preparing to get off the bed. “Put a
pillow on the floor. At the end of the bed, I want to see your sweet little
pussy in the mirrors.”
Robb sat on the edge the bed while it took a couple minutes to get her position
perfect, the view was worth it. She started slow, licking up and down his
length, swirling her tongue around the end before she started to suck him.
After the first time she chokes he suggests she take her hand from it's resting
place in his thigh and wrap it around to prevent it. She speeds up as she gets
comfortable. It takes every ounce of self control not to spend in her wet and
warm mouth, especially when he can see her cunt reflected back in the mirror.
He finally pulls her off his cock and kisses and nips softly at her lower lip,
“Much better this time, love. But I have better places to spill. Get on the bed
on your hands and knees. Face the mirrors, I want you to watch me fuck you.”
Sansa stands on shaky legs and Robb is helps steady her before she climbs onto
the bed and drops into position. After he joins her on the bed he gathers her
hair together before coiling it around one hand. The other trails down her back
until he takes hold her hip and it takes a moment to position himself without
using his hands but soon he plunges his throbbing erection into her cunt. He
has a hard time deciding what to watch, her face twisted into an expression of
shameless pleasure. He doesn't move, “Beg for me, little sister.”
She moans and rocks back against him, “Please Robb, please fuck me hard. I need
my big brother. Please.” Her voice whines a bit at the end but he starts
pumping in her, pulling out slowly and thrusting in roughly.
“You’re mine Sansa, aren't you?”
“Yes! Gods yes Robb, show me who I belong to, please.” She's trying to push
back against his thrusts
“My perfect little slut. Look so beautiful when I fuck you. I can't wait to see
your tight little hole dripping with my come.” She moans and her eyes drift
shut. He smacks her ass once before pulling out entirely, “No closing your eyes
Sansa. Now stand up at the end of the bed.”
Sansa looks confused in the reflection, but if it worked he knew she'd love it.
He guides her to sit on his lap, using his own legs to spread her wide, “Look
at your sweet pussy spread open by my cock.” He helps her bounce up and down,
groaning in her ear, “Sansa, my love. You're so perfect. You were made for me,
Gods. I'm going to come, fuck!” Her walls pulsed around him as he spilled
inside her, forcing himself to keep his eyes on her face as she came apart with
him.
Robb caresses her thighs as she catches her breath and after a moment he slips
out of her, “Do you see it love? Fuck, I love watching my seed trickle out of
you.” He tears his eyes away from the enticing sight to look at her face,
blushing but staring at the reflection of her sex. “Whenever I see it, I know
you're mine. My love.” He kisses her shoulder.
Sansa leans back so her head is resting of his shoulder and kisses his jaw,
“Gods Robb, that was amazing. Thank you.”
He kisses her cheek, “I should be thanking you. You are a goddess Sansa.”
They're both exhausted by their lovemaking and Sansa could barely pull her legs
off his, so instead he rolled them onto the bed and they crawled up the bed and
cuddle together, nose to nose and staring into each other eyes.
Sansa's soft hair spread across the pillow and his fingers combed through the
silky strands. He felt complete, fearless and hopeful. If he had Sansa with
him, he could face whatever obstacle, though he knew his family was one. In two
week he would have to hide his feeling as brotherly love once more.
It wasn't like he had tried to make these feelings go away since he had first
realized his attraction to Sansa, but nothing had worked and now he was glad.
He couldn't imagine a woman in the world that could measure up to Sansa in any
category, especially after the last day and a half. Sansa was his and he
wouldn't let anything or anyone come between them.
Chapter End Notes
     The end of this chapter kind if tortured me. I have it almost 60%
     Sunday, like and apparently 100% Wednesday, I thought I had more to
     go but decided that was enough.
***** Testing limits *****
Chapter Summary
     Robb and Sansa prepare for their family's return
The next two weeks went too quickly, especially once they started discussing
what would need to happen once their family returned. It was hard to accept,
but they agreed that the only time they could be free is locked inside their
bedrooms. Even there though they had to be cautious about their volume. Moans
of pleasure would have to be restrained, something that found Sansa strangely
titillating.
The last few day of freedom found them testing the volume limits. Fortunately,
the walls were thick so only Sansa's loudest cries could be heard in the
hallway. Originally she was just supposed to fake moans, but after they spent a
day rearranging their furniture to hamper sound even more, Sansa had stripped
before crawling onto Robb’s bed and began to touching herself.
Head thrown back as she remembered Robb taking her just hours previously. She
had decided to awaken him with a blow job, wanting to show him how much she
loved him before things changed. Robb had given her several opportunities to
practice since her first time and it was that morning she finally succeeded in
making him spend in her mouth. It had come at the same time as another
accomplishment, she had finally managed to swallow him entirely, throat
contracting around the head of her brother's cock, moans gagged. His hand had
tightened almost painfully in her hair, her name being shouted as his body went
ridge.
When Sansa released him from her mouth she gasped for breath a little before
giving her brother a self-satisfied smirk, “Was that good, big brother? Or do I
need more practice.”
Robb just groaned and tugged her up to kiss her deeply, not even minding the
faint taste of his seed in her mouth, “Amazing Sansa, but you can practice on
me anytime.”
She giggles and flopped down next to him, “How about everyday, Robb? I can't
believe how much I love sucking your cock. It gets me so wet.”
“I’ll be the judge of that. Spread your legs for me little sister.” She moans
and obeys, knees falling open wide to his lustful gaze, “Gods, your little cunt
is just soaked.” Two fingers slip easily inside her and he growls, pressing the
heel of his hand against her clit.
“I can't help it Robb, I love having your big cock in my mouth. I feel like
such a little slut for you.” She starts kneading her breasts and cries out when
his starts licking her clit eagerly. “I didn't know being a slut could feel
this good. Please Robb, please make me come.”
Robb pins her legs to the bed with his elbows as he starts to finger her aching
slit in earnest. “How do you want me to fuck you little sister, once I make you
come?” He leans down and starts to flick her pearl with his tongue.
“On my knees. I love being on my knees for you.”
He sucks on her clit for a moment before pulling back again to speak, “And
should I be soft and sweet, or fast and rough?” His thrusting fingers slow down
and speed up to match his suggestions.
“Robb!” She cries out, “Please, fuck me hard.”
“Don't worry love, I’m going to pound your tight snatch.” He slips a third
finger inside and curls them, sucking her clit without giving her a second of
respite. Her hands move to grip his forearm as she comes, hips trying to buck
against his mouth.
“Oh Robb, thank you, thank you!”
“Show me how grateful you are by putting that cute ass in the air.” She moans
and rolls to her stomach and pushes her hips up into the air. Her arms fold
beneath her head and she spreads her knees wide. “Good girl.” He moves to kneel
behind her, squeezing her ass cheeks a little before rubbing his once more hard
cock against her dripping entrance. “Ready dirty girl?”
“Please Robb, fuck--” he slams into her at the word. All that followed were
broken moans as she pushed back to meet his thrusts and the sound of his hips
slapping against her thighs.
He takes her relentlessly, his hands gripping her hips hard. “Fuck Sansa, love
my little slut's tight cunt.”
Sansa cried out when he smacks her ass, her walls tightening at the pleasurable
pain, “Robb, please!”
“You want me to fill you with my seed, don't you? You want it in your cunt and
your mouth. Anywhere else you want my seed, little sister?” He grips both her
ass cheeks and pulls them apart, revealing her pink pucker to him, “How about
here?” His thumb starts to tease her there, feeling her walls tighten even
more, “That's my dirty girl. Someday, this tight little hole is going to be
filled with my come.”
She’s writhing beneath him as he fucks and teases her, chanting his name as she
begged for more. “Sansa, be a good girl and hold your ass cheeks open for me.”
She's quick to obey and is now balancing on her shoulders as her hands keeps
her spread open for him. His thumb continues to stroke her last virgin hole as
he grabs her waist and quicken his pace. His thrusts lose all rhythm as he
teeters on the edge, “Love you, little sister, come for me. Come on my cock.”
In this she was quick to obey as well, screaming as she fell over the edge and
her walls clamped down on him. The hand on her waist tightened almost
bruisingly as he buried himself to the hilt, roaring her name as he comes.
Sansa's fingers are stroking her clit furiously as she remembered him pulling
out of her and watching his seed drip out of her cunt, moaning her brother's
name. She is so caught up in the memory she doesn't notice Robb coming into the
room. “Fuck, what a beautiful sight.” Her eyes flutter open and she freezes. He
strips himself hastily and climbs on to the bed, kneeling between her thighs.
He rubs the head of his cock again her slick opening before slowly sinking
inside her, triggering her orgasm.
He leans down to kiss her softly as she comes down before starting to thrust
into her searing pussy. He pulls back to sit on his heels as he drags her
closer to him, spreading her legs wide and keeping hold of them as he started
to speed up. He looked down and moaned, “Fuck Sansa, your come is just coating
my cock.” She began to roll her hips to meet him, her hands reaching down to
grab his thighs. “Normally little sister, I’d want to make love to you gently
after how rough I had you this morning, but tomorrow is our last day alone and
I want to make you scream as many times as possible before then.” He starts to
pound into her with abandon.
Sansa licks her lips before moaning loudly, “Oh fuck me big brother, please
make me come.”
“You're mine, aren't you Sansa? You want to be my slut, everyone will think
you're the Maiden come again, but I know the truth.” Her nails start to bite
into his skin but he doesn't miss a beat, “Say it Sansa, tell me.”
“I am your slut Robb, I belong to you! All I want is my big brother to fuck me
and fill me with his seed. Please Robb, don't stop. Give me your big cock!”
He seemed to lose all sense, rutting deep inside her before she felt him come,
making her come in response. He drops her knees and all but fall on top of her,
pinning her to the bed. They're both gasping for breath and her arms wrap
around his shoulders, “Gods, I love you Sansa.” He continues to whisper praises
in her ear as he slips out of her. She's surprised that he doesn't look at her
pussy, but she can feel his seed oozing out along what must be some of her own
release. Her thighs feel sticky but she ignores the unpleasant sensation to
enjoy the warmth and weight of Robb.
***** Sansa's Name Day, Part One *****
Chapter Summary
     Sansa's Name Day
     Updated tags, yo.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Robb awoke the morning of Sansa's Name Day with her naked in his arms. Even
after their parents and siblings had returned over a week ago, Sansa had spent
every night in his bed. They made love before falling asleep, sometimes
spooning and other times Sansa's head pillowed on his chest.
He wasn't sure why he slept so much better with Sansa in his bed, but he knew
there was no greater pleasure than the feeling of her soft skin against his and
the smell of her brilliant red hair. This particular morning, he found himself
cupping one of her breasts and he just laid there enjoying the sumptuous weight
in his hand. She's cuddled close to him, the lush curve of her ass pressed into
his stiff cock.
Sansa moans softly and wiggles against him, “Good morning my love.”
“Good morning my sweet girl. Happy Name Day, love.” He kisses her cheek and
starts stroking her nipple, grinning as he feels it begin to peak.
“Oh yes, it is my Name Day. What shall you gift your queen with first?”
Robb chuckles in her ear, “Shall I bend the knee and pleasure my queen with my
mouth?”
She turns over to look him in the eye, biting her lip nervously and blushing,
“Robb, would you do something dirty for me? You don't have to but... It was a
thought I had, something that made me terribly wet.”
He grins and pulls her into a bruising kiss, nip her lip before pulling away,
“Tell me what my dirty girl wants.”
Sansa traces his collarbone, not ready to meet his eye, “Would you... would you
spend inside me before you put your mouth on me?
“Gods Sansa, my hungry little slut. How do you want me sweet heart?” Her giggle
is smothered by a kiss and she rolls so he was pulled on top of her. She buries
her fingers in his hair and spreads her legs wide for him. Once enveloped in
her tight pussy he moans in her ear, “Perfect girl, so wet for me.”
She throws an arm around his shoulders and hugs him close, “I'm always wet for
my big brother.” His pace is unhurried, no one will expect them for at least
two hours. He's nervous about what she's asked of him, but she's been so eager
to try anything he asks of her, so why should he not return the favor? He still
wants to savor the heady feel of her cunt. She's humming softly in his ear,
panting when his thrusts speed up a little.
He cradles her head and whispers softly in her ear, telling her how much he
loves her, how perfect and beautiful and special she is. She nuzzles her cheek
against his own, sliding her feet up and down his legs, “I love you Robb.”
“I love you too, Sansa.” He kisses her, pressing his forehead against her's,
staring in her entrancing blue eyes. He's close to the edge and wants Sansa to
go over with him, so he reaches between them to start strumming her clit,
watching her eyelashes flutter closes. “My beautiful girl, come for my cock
sweetheart.” He kisses her when he feels her walls tighten around him like a
vice, silencing her keening cries. He loses himself in the midst of her peak,
groaning against her lips as his seed fills her.
When Sansa's eyes reopen and meet his gaze, Robb finally lets him softening
cock slip out and he pushes two fingers inside her cunt and uses them to gather
part of their release. He brings the sticky mixture up to Sansa's lips,
smearing some across her lips before she sucks the rest off his fingers. He
kisses her passionately, licking the sinful taste from her lips. He sits back
on his heels and stares down at his sister's nakedness, cupping her breasts and
pinching her rosy nipples into hard peaks, “You're so beautiful, my love. Is
there any way in particular you want to be for this?” When she shakes her head
he lets his hands glide down until they reach her knees. He pushes her knees up
to her chest and she watches him shamelessly as he lowers his mouth to her
cunt, first teasing her lips with his tongue before he plunges it into her
dripping hole. He fucks her like until his jaw begins to ache a little, but he
doesn't want to stop, finding himself inflamed by their taste mixed and her
breathy moans and whimpers. Finally he moves his mouth back to focus on her
pearl and sinks to fingers in her sopping hole. The sounds she makes take him
from half hard to throbbing with need and by the time she peaks he is impatient
with need.
Her eyes are barely seem able to focus on him when returns to kiss her on the
mouth, his lips still slick with her release, “Robb, fuck me again, please.
From behind, laying down.” He helps her roll onto her stomach and they fit a
pillow below her hips before he slams his cock in her cunt, made even tighter
by the change in position. He lays mostly on top of her, careful not to crush
her but she doesn't complain about being pinned by him. “Talk dirty to me, big
brother.”
Robb bites her earlobe, “My little slut just loves dirty talk, doesn't she.
Almost as much as she loves my cock.” He speeds up his thrusts, “Does my filthy
girl want to know how I'm going to fuck her on my Name Day?” He hears her
whimper what sounds like a plea, “My little sister is going to give me her ass.
That's right Sansa, I'm going to spread that tight hole around my cock.” She
bites a pillow and moans and rocks her hips back again his, “You want me to
take you that way, don't you? You're such a dirty girl, you'd like me to pull
out and fuck your ass right now, wouldn't you? Greedy girl, you'll have to be
patient. I'll need to start by putting a finger in, stretching you out little
by little. I'll fuck you while I do it, you'll have me in both holes, you'll
like that, won't you little slut?” Her walls are fluttering around him and he
bites her ear again before he starts to pump inside her roughly, wanting to
come together, “You've been so quiet little sister, I need to hear you. Do you
want my cock in your ass?”
He watches as her fingers dig into his sheets and she releases the pillow from
her teeth, “Robb, I don't want my brother's cock in my ass, I need it. I need
your big cock to fuck me in my ass.” Their both panting heavily and her words
are pushing him so close to the edge he's worried he'll peak before she does.
“All my holes, my mouth, my pussy, ah! My ass, they belong to you, they're for
you to claim when ah ever and however you want. I'm your slut, big brother.” He
grips her hips and pounds into her until her walls clamp down on him and he
spills once more.
Finally spent, he rolls off her and pulls her against him to spoon once more,
“Sansa, I love you, my sweet, filthy girl.”
Sansa giggles, “I love you too, Robb. Thank you for my marvelous Name day
present, hopefully I will be able to walk again.”
“You are still my queen, Sansa and your Name day has just begun. I'm sure my
filthy girl has more things she wants to try.” He leans over to kiss her cheek
and they fall back asleep until Robb's alarm awaken them to face their family
together.
Chapter End Notes
     First chapter I actually typed on a computer. Forgot how much faster
     it was!
***** Sansa's Name Day, Part Two *****
For Sansa, it felt as if time was slowing down just to spite her. Normally, she
loved being princess for the day, especially the extra attention from her
father, but even after making love most the morning all she really wanted was
to go to bed with Robb. She awoke before their alarm went off and she tried to
just watch him sleep, but she gave up on patience and started to trace a finger
across her brother's soft lips. His arms tightened around her and she felt her
heart starts to race. She cupped his jaw and leaned in to kiss him, melting
against him, “Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Good morning, my love.”
“Sansa, I haven't had a chance to get you a proper present since our
relationship changed. I wish I had had time to get you a gift that would
express the depth of my feelings, but all you're going to get it a dumb gift
from your fool of a brother that tried to pretend you weren't everything to
me.” He pulled her into a passionate kiss, “But you are Sansa, you're
everything. I would do anything to show you.”
“All I want is you Robb.” She smiles slyly at him, “This morning was a great
start towards making it up to me.”
Robb laughed softly, “A start, huh?” He starts kissing her neck and shoulders.
She raises a haughty eyebrow, “I seem to remember you saying something about
this being my day.”
“Just teasing, sweetheart.” He nipped at her collarbone, “What does my dirty
girl want?”
She blushes and squirms a little, worried that this may finally cross the line.
She wonders constantly when Robb will deny her and worries he would think less
of her because of her desires. “Tonight, would you come to my room and pretend
I'm asleep?” Her skin feels hot and she starts to babble, “I just thought it
would be so naughty if you were trying not to wake me but still doing stuff to
me. I mean, I'd be awake the whole time, but I'd try to stay still and silent
so you wouldn't stop.”
Robb was quiet for a long time, long enough for Sansa to truly wonder if she
had disgusted him. “Sansa, that's really what you want?” She nods, too nervous
to speak now. “I must admit, I'd thought about sneaking in your room a few
times, it always made me feel horrible.” He kisses her then, a little rougher
than normal, “Sansa, Gods, just when I thought you couldn't possibly be any
more perfect and meant for me, you show just how delightfully filthy you are.”
A hand slipped down to knead the curve of her ass, “Don't worry, little sister,
I'm going to have my way with you. All sweet and pliant under me, your tight
little pussy's going to be dripping for me, isn't it?” His fingers slipped down
spread the lips of her cunt and felt her slickness, curling two fingers inside
her and seemed to beckon waves of pleasure from her.
“Robb, we have to get up soon.” She moaned, eyes closing and hips jerking
towards him.
“I know, sweetheart, I'll hurry. It's going to be a long day, I want you at
least once more. Can I have you?”
“Yes, Robb, take me please.” He rolls so she's caged between his arms and uses
his sticky fingers guide his cock into her waiting cunt. Her walls feel so
tight around him, she tries to spread her legs more, lifting and bending one
leg and pressing it against Robb's hip as he starts to move within her. Her
knee pushes against his arm with every thrust, until he reaches down and pulls
her leg over his arm so it rest in the crook of his elbow. The slight change in
position draws a soft moan from Sansa and the feel of her fluttering around him
causes him to start to rut, each thrust drawing a sharp gasp of pleasure from
her. As he moves within her, she buries her fingers into his soft curls, nails
scraping his scalp lightly.
“My sweet girl, I love you so much. Touch yourself for your big brother. I know
you want to come, come for me, my little slut.” She left one hand in his hair
and stroked her clit furiously, pulling him down to muffle her cry as she came,
closely followed by her brother. They caught their breath together, holding
each other close, “I'm going to take good care of you tonight, my love. Happy
birthday.”
It was only anticipation that got her through the day, and the sheer pleasure
of stuffing her panties in Robb's pocket before they enter the restaurant for
dinner, grinning whenever she felt Robb's hot gaze on her got her through
dinner. When they finally got home and opened present, Sansa didn't have to
fake her delight. Her father had given her three dozen LED candles and
rechargeable batteries, from her mother she received a variety of art supplies
to help her start sketching her own clothing designs. Bran, Arya, and Rickon
pooled their money to buy a gift card for a textile shop in White Harbor.
Robb's gift surprised her the most, an extensive book of fashion history. Robb
helped her carry everything upstairs, kissing her breathless the second the
shut her door.
Sansa giggled as they pulled apart, “Help me set up all my candles, and then
it's bed time.”
He pulled her close, “Whatever you want sweetheart.” It took a while to set
them all to her liking, but by the time they had set them all up, Sansa was
amazed at the romantic mood lighting. She smiled and ushered him out the door,
winking before closing the door and rushing to change. Finally, she settled in
bed and waited for her brother to come to her.
~~
Robb feels strangely nervous as he prepares to walk into Sansa's room. He
hadn't been lying when he told Sansa that he had fantasied about sneaking into
his sister's room, though it caused him a great deal of guilt and self-doubt
after the rush of arousal wore off. To know that Sansa wanted the same things
he did was a heady rush, but he needed to concentrate on Sansa's desires, not
his own. He opened her door slowly, creeping in to maintain the illusion. Sansa
laid so sweetly in the middle of her bed, one arm thrown over her head and the
other at her side. He stood at the edge of her bed, bewitched by the beauty
before him, the artificial candle light making her auburn hair flash copper. He
gave his aching cock a couple quick strokes before pulling down his boxers,
setting the small bottle of lube onto her bedside table and crawling into bed
next to his sister.
He props himself up on his elbow and gazes down at her, noticing her nipples
were visible through the thin white jersey nightgown she wore. He slowly teases
a finger across her breasts, circling her nipples but pulling back when she
shifts slightly. She settles and he returns his attention to her breasts,
pulling the neckline down and suckling her now exposed nipple. His hand drifted
down, pulling up her skirt until he could reach down her panties. He stroked
the lips of her sex a little, only having to pull back once, before he slowly
worked her panties down and off. He starts to play with her clit first,
listening careful to the way her breath hitched. Slowly, Sansa's legs widened
until he was able to easily slip one finger into the tight walls of her sex.
She's as wet as she promised, and he grows eager enough to push a second
finger. She murmurs a soft moan, causing him to withdraw and she rolls over,
hips propped up by a pillow he hadn't noticed before.
Now he's staring at the perfect globes of her ass, pale as moonlight and he
wondered Sansa would enjoy being spanked. He straddles her thighs and starts
squeezing her ass cheeks before spreading them to reveal her pink pucker. He
leans over and grabs the vanilla flavored lube and pours a little onto his
fingers before rubbing it across her tight hole. Crawling down her body until
his face is level with her ass, he kisses each cheek before setting his tongue
to work on her. Robb heard her gasp but she kept still so he didn't stop,
laving her asshole with the flat of his tongue before working the tip into the
tight hole, moaning when her lips buck back against him. Everything he does
with Sansa is forbidden, but tasting her this way makes him mad with lust. He
fucks her with his tongue, not caring that she's begun to whimper and moan
almost constantly now, twitching with each flick of his tongue.
Too soon, his cock demands to be inside her and he crawls back up her body,
holding her ass cheeks apart as he finally fills her with his cock. He moves as
slowly as he can stand, the feel of her wet pussy wrapped so tightly around him
making every moment a struggle for control. He has to stop twice before his
control finally snaps and he grabs the pillow beneath her hips to pull her
against his deep thrusts. Sansa begins moaning again, even saying his name so
quietly he can barely hear her over the sound of his hips slapping against her
ass. She keeps pretending to sleep, but all Robb can think of now is coming,
filling her with his seed. He lowers himself so his mouth is against her ear,
growling in her ear as he took his pleasure before he came, moaning louder when
he feels her come seconds later. He stays buried inside her, nipping at her
earlobe as she pretends to awaken. “Robb, are you... inside me?'
“I am, little sister.” He ground his hips against her, grinning when she
moaned, “You were even moaning my name in your sleep. Did you want your big
brother to fuck you?”
“Yes, I’ve wanted that for so long.”
He slips out of her and falls to the bed next to her, pulling her back against
him. “Well, I'll fuck you again, and again, everyday from now on.”
She giggles and snuggles close, yawning, “I love you Robb.”
“I love you too Sansa.” More everyday, he thought, wondering how he could
ensure she would be his forever.
***** After-School Activities *****
Chapter Notes
     This took longer than I wanted, sorry for the delay. Hopefully you
     enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Robb's knuckles turned white as he grips the steering wheel. Sansa sits next to
him, staring out the window, entire posture closed off from him. Things had
been fine at lunch, she goes to class and when they meet at his truck, she's
quiet and tells him she's fine when he asks. He knows she isn't though, by the
way she tensely tells him she wants to go home, despite their previous plans to
park and make out before going home. He drove to a small service road that
linked Winterfell Castle to Winterfell Manor and parked, turning off the car
before facing his sister. “Alright Sansa, what's wrong? And don't tell me
nothing, because it's clearly something.” She just frowns and continues to
stare out the window. “I can't make it better if I don't know whats wrong
sweetheart.”
“Maybe you can't make it better.” Her voice is soft and sad and it break his
heart a little to hear.
“I can try. Please, my love.” He moves across the bench seat until he is
pressed against her side and takes her hand.
She finally turns to him and her eyes are teary, “All day, girls throw
themselves at you. You only want me because I convenient and easy.” The last
word comes out as a sob, “You're going to get sick of me and go to college next
year and find someone prettier and smarter and-- and you can have her over any
time you want because you won't have to live at home!” She pulls her hand away
and covers her face, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.
If Sansa hadn't been crying, Robb probably would have been angry at her
accusations. This wasn't about his actions though, it was clear. At some point,
his beautiful and accomplished sister's self-esteem had taken a nose dive, and
until he figured out the root, he was going to have to be patient and
reassuring. He hauled her into his lap and hugged her tight, “Never, sweet
girl. I love you.” he murmured in her ear, hand rubbing up and down her back.
Once her tears slowed enough that he thought saying more would help, he turned
her in his lap so she could look him in the eye and he pulled her hands away,
“Look at me Sansa.” When their eyes meet he feels like he's falling from a
great height, “You are it for me. There will never be another girl. I only want
you, and I will only ever want you. I'm don't want to lose you Sansa, not
ever.” He strokes her cheek as his path forward becomes clear. “I don't want
any other girl but you, you are perfect for me.” He kisses her, not knowing how
to tell her just how much he loves her.
When their kiss ends, Sansa sags against him and she lays her head down on his
shoulder. When she speaks, her voice is still quiet, “You still want me?”
“Gods, of course I do Sansa. There isn't a moment of the day that I don't want
you. What in the world made you think I didn't?”
“We haven't had sex in days and you haven't even asked for a blow job or
anything.”
“Oh. Sansa, I just, well I was trying to be respectful. You'd said you didn't
want to have sex during your moon blood and it seemed selfish to ask you to do
stuff for me when I can't do anything for you. Not because I don't want you.
Sometimes it's hard to think about anything but how much I want you.” She pulls
away to look at him, blushing prettily, which encourages him to talk a little
dirty. “Sweetheart, I think about those pink lips wrapped around my cock all
the time. I love when my little sister looks up at me with her big blue eyes
and sucks me like I'm a delicious treat. My perfect slut, so eager to please
she lets me fuck her mouth.” He buries his fingers in her hair, “Do you want to
suck my cock, Sansa?”
She nods, biting her lip like a vixen as her hands start caressing his bulge
through his uniform pants. “I love you Robb. Let me show you.”
He takes her hands in his own and brings them to his lips, slowly kissing each
knuckle, “Sansa, you show me everyday. I don't need a blow job to know you love
me, you have nothing to prove. I'm not going to say I don't always want a blow
job, but I would hate for you to feel obligated.” He presses his forehead
against her own and stares into the eyes that are his match. “I love you
Sansa.”
“I love you too Robb.” She starts kissing her way to his ear, and whispers to
him in the sexiest voice he's ever heard, “Please, I want my brother's big cock
in my mouth. Don't keep making me wait, please Robb, I need it.” His pants are
now unbearably tight and he releases Sansa's hands and she immediately starts
stroking him again while unbuttoning his pants with her other hand.
“Fuck Sansa, I'm not going to last long.” She smiles and slides down the seats
and immediately takes him as deep as possible. His hips jerk up, cursing to
himself when he hears her gag. “I'm sorry, sorry sweet girl.” She pulls back
for a moment to catch her breath, running her tongue from her base to the tip
before goes back down to swallow him. He gripped the door handle and the back
of her blouse, desperately trying not to buck into his sister's glorious mouth.
He can feel her drool dripping down onto his balls and he knows he moments from
spilling. “Sansa, Gods, I'm so close love, so good.” She moans softly and
that's his undoing. When Sansa sits up, she sticks her tongue out at him,
revealing what must have been most of his seed. “You dirty girl, so fucking
sexy. Lick you lips for me darling?” She leans forward and does as he asks,
spreading his seed across her swollen lips. He cups her face and slowly swipes
his thumb across her lips and returns his seed to her mouth. Her blue eyes stay
trained on his, though heavy lidded and she's panting and he pulls her into a
passionate kiss.
“Robb, I want you to make love to me.” She bites her bottom lip and looks
nervous, “I just worry there would be a mess.”
He pulls her into his lap, holding his close as he thinks, nuzzling his face
against her neck, “Maybe we could take a bath together. No mess to worry
about.”
She moans a little when he starts caressing her nipples through her bra and
shirt, “That may work. Do you want to do that Robb?”
“I want to fuck you every way imaginable, my love.” He kisses her softly now,
before releasing her and tucking his cock away. “Let's get home darling.”
~~
When they get home they're surprised to find the house empty, except for their
maid Nan. Their mother is with Bran and Rickon at a Cub Scouts meeting and Arya
is at a cross country meet in Hornwood. Robb excuses himself first, claiming to
be doing homework and shortly after Sansa claims cramps and tells Nan she'll go
take a hot bath. Robb practically yanks her into her room, silencing her
startled giggles with probing kisses. As soon as the door is locked he's
tugging her to the bathroom, rushing to start filling the bathtub before
letting his hands roam her soft curves and he devours her mouth. His passion is
a little overwhelming, but after her days of worrying he no longer wanted her,
she was happy to be reminded how much her brother desired her. Slowly, they
undressed each other, mouths locked until Sansa's bra fell to the floor and
Robb dove to suck on her teats, pulling her pink nipples into stiff peaks. She
moaned, fingers gripping his curls tight as he moved from one breast to the
other. Once the bath was filled, Robb climbed in first. Sansa ran to the water
closet to freshen up a bit before returning and climb into the bath, back
against Robb's chest.
At first they just cuddle as Robb presses wet kisses against her neck and
shoulders and he cups and kneads her breasts until she finally lays her head
and begs him to take her. His hands slide to her waist as he guides her to
impale herself on his stiff cock, moaning together as her wet heat envelopes
him. “Gods Robb, I don't ever want to go that long without having you inside
me.”
“No sweet girl, me either.” He kissed her cheek before guiding her to rock
against his cock, wanting to stay completely sheathed. She soon finds a
comfortable rhythm, and he moved his hands back to her breasts, at first
caressing them softly before rolling her peaked nipples between his fingers.
She sighs and reaches behind her to tangle her fingers in Robb's curls, then
uses her grip to angle him for a kiss. “Robb, will you talk dirty to me? I love
the things you say while you fuck me.”
He chuckles in her ear, nipping the lobe, “What, having your brother balls deep
in your sweet cunt isn't dirty enough for you? No, not my filthy little sister.
Can't just be fucked like a slut, needs to be talked to like one too.” Robb
gives her nipples one more rough pinch before his hands grab her waist once
more and starts lifting her up before pulling her back down on his cock as her
walls flutter around him. “Beg for me sweet Sansa. Tell me darling.”
“Robb, please. Gods, you know how badly I need you. Give me your seed big
brother.”
“I will Sansa, everyday. So beautiful when you beg. Even prettier on your
knees.”
“Please Robb, please. I'll get down on my knees everyday and beg for your seed,
just please make me come.” Her voice turns pleading as she grips the side of
the tub.
He starts stroking her pearl, movement rough and eager, “Such a hungry girl,
I'll take care of you. Come for me, let me feel that tight cunt.” She sobs his
name as she finds her release, rocking against him until she feels him spill
within her. He wraps his arms tightly around her, “My sweet Sansa, don't ever
doubt my love, please. This is where I belong, with you in my arms. You told me
you were mine, always. I'm going to keep you, always.” He feels her start to
shake like she's crying, “Sansa, what wrong? Did I say something? Please don't
cry, darling.”
She feels him slip out of her before she turns awkwardly in the tub and puts
her arms around him, “I love you Robb, I love you.”
“I love you too sweetheart.” He holds her until the water turns cold and they
rinse themselves quickly in the shower. After they're dressed once more, they
cuddle on Robb's bed. “We should go to White Harbor this weekend. Before school
gets too much busier. Maybe you could get your fabric for your Winter Ball
dress. Spend some time at the beach, I know your love of the sea my darling.”
He kisses her, “I think the rest of the family will be busy, so we can be
ourselves.”
“You'd really go fabric shopping with me Robb?”
“Well, actually, I may go pick up a few things myself.” He gives her a wicked
grin, “I discovered that you only have to be seventeen to buy stuff from sex
shops. I was thinking of buying us a few toys.”
She felt her face get hot, “If you want to Robb.”
“Don't worry, Sansa. I won't get anything too wild.” He kisses her softly, “And
if you don't want to use anything I buy, it's okay. Don't know if I can return
it, considering... But I won't get anything too expensive with that in mind.”
“I trust you, Robb.” She suddenly smirks, “Will you get a toy I can use on
you?” She watches his eyes grow wide and giggles, “Turn about is fair, is it
not?”
“I will certainly keep that in mind, sweetheart.”
They laid together, and Sansa felt the fear that shadowed her endlessly the
past few days melt away under the warmth of Robb's loving embrace.
Chapter End Notes
     I was terribly tempted to summarize this chapter as: Siblings that
     lay together, stay together.
     Anyone want to guess Robb's path forward?
     Also, special thanks to Jeanettesc. You're the best.
***** White Harbor *****
Chapter Summary
     Robb and Sansa take their trip to White Harbor.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Sansa browsed through the makeup bins with disinterest. She wasn't thrilled
that Robb had to ditch her as soon as they reached White Harbor, and not even
taking her to the fabric store as they had planned. Instead, he took her to
White Knife Mall and promptly disappeared. His reasoning had been vague at best
and she was trying to not feel disgruntled, but now a little over an hour
later, she was having trouble resisting the urge to demand he take her home.
She hadn't even planned on taking this much time to shop, she had wanted to
spend most of the time with Robb, walking on the beaches or exploring their
Godswoods.
She was about to type an angry text to Robb when he asked her where he could
meet her, complete with seven smiley faces with hearts for eyes and another six
with kissy mouths. She smiled, feeling silly for thinking so poorly of him. She
walked the short distance to the food court to meet him and when she sees him
her heart starts racing, and she throws her arms around him. “Where have you
been?”
He kisses her sweetly before pulling back a little, “Getting a surprise. Ready
to eat?” He asks before leading her away from the food court to find his truck.
“Where are we going?”
Robb grins over at her, his hand warm on the small of her back, “Part of the
surprise. Looks like you didn't get much.”
Her lips twitch down in a slight frown, “Well, I wasn't really planning on
spending a lot of time at the mall.”
He had the good grace to look apologetic, “I'm sorry Sansa, but I think my
surprise will make up for it.” When he reach the truck he presses her against
the passenger door and kisses her again, deeper this time until her knees feel
weak. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
While they drove, Sansa turned the radio up and sang her heart out, dancing in
her seat as she watched the scenery. They seemed to be heading to towards
Ramsgate and finally stopped at a tiny restaurant that specialized in fish and
chips right off the beach to the south of Ramsgate. Robb ran inside and came
back out just a few minutes later, carefully balancing to large bags and
sparkling juices and they were back on the road moments later. They didn't go
much further, stopping at a cliff that overlooked the Narrow Sea. Robb backs up
so the truck bed faces the view and pulls blankets and pillows from the
backseat of the cab. While he sets up the bed, Sansa just stares out to the sea
in wonder and when he's done, he hugs her from behind, “Not a bad surprise,
right?” She shakes her head and turns in his arms to hug him back. He kisses
her neck, “Let's eat before the food gets cold. I have another surprise for you
after lunch.”
After they've eaten, Robb pulls her in his lap and just holds her for a while,
and she can hear his heartbeat speed up as her ear in pressed to his chest. “I
love you Sansa.”
“I love you too Robb.”
“Before, I told you that you were it for me. I need you to know, I truly mean
that you are the only girl or woman I ever want to be with. That's why I got
this today.” Her heart stops when he pulls out the ring box. “It isn't much,
you deserve more.” He opens the box and reveals a simple rose gold band. “Will
you marry me Sansa?”
“Robb... I don't know what to say. How could we marry? No septon would do it.”
“We're of the North. We would go before the Heart Tree in the Winterfell
Godswoods. I know in many ways it wouldn't be official. But, I would swear
before the Old Gods that you're are my wife. That I would have no other, love
no other, lay with no other.” Robb falls quiet for a moment, taking her hand
and staring down at it, “Sansa, I'm only asking you this, because it is what I
want and what I hope you want. If you do not want to marry me, I wouldn't not
hold it against you. It is fast and it's far from traditional. But I love you.
And I want you to be my wife, even if it is only know to the two of us and the
Gods.”
Sansa tangles her fingers in Robb's hair and pulls him close for another kiss,
“I will marry you Robb. I can't imagine ever loving anyone else the way I love
you.” He slides the ring on his finger and they kiss again, overcome by their
passion. She turns so she's straddling his lap and grinds down against him,
moaning as she feels him grows hard. Robb reaches down and undoes his pants,
pulling his cock out before reaching under Sansa's skirt to pull her panties
aside. She kisses him as she slides down his length, whimpering against his
lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too sweetheart.” His hands grip her ass cheeks hard as she ride
him, neither caring that they are out in the open, so completely insensible in
their love making that Sansa pulls her shirt off and pulls Robb's mouth to her
breast. He sucks hard at the rosy nipple and she felt her peak nearing quickly.
She rides him hard, fingernails raking through his curls.
“Please, please, don't stop. You feel so good, Gods.” Sansa throws her head
back and she buries him deep inside her, feeling her walls squeeze down on him
as she comes apart. Robb follows her, the feeling of her cunt throbbing around
him takes him over the edge. She sags against him, her energy leaving her in
the afterglow and Robb's hands slide up and down her back, tracing patterns in
the soft skin left bare to him. “So here's the only thing I don't understand,”
She murmurs against his shoulder, “Why did you take me to the mall while you
were ring shopping? We had already planned on going to the fabric store.”
He clears his throat, “Well, I was thinking that we could use the Winterball as
an excuse to get dressed up before we married. So you wouldn't just be buying
fabric for ballgown, but a wedding dress. It was just a thought, if you want to
do something differently--”
She silenced him with a soft kiss, “That's a lovely idea.” Her fingers stroke
his cheek, “You realize I will need more time at the fabric store if I am
buying for my wedding dress, don't you?”
Robb chuckles softly, “Take all the time you need, my love.” She pulls away and
grabs her shirt, blushing as she glanced around and Robb tucks himself back his
pants before they start to gather up the blankets and pillows.
Once everything is stowed once more, Sansa throws her arms around Robb again,
hugging him tightly, “I'm so happy Robb.”
He lifts her up and spins around, eliciting a joyful laugh from her, “I am too.
I can't wait to call you my wife.” He kissed her before they climbed back into
the truck and started the drive back to White Harbor. Sansa spent more time on
the way back, watching her brother and staring at the lovely ring he had give
her. It wasn't what she had imagined in the past but it had come from Robb, and
that was what mattered most to her. She had always dreamed of her wedding and
the lavish reception that would follow, but she had never dreamed of her future
husband until she had begun to have feelings for Robb. Then, her dreams of the
future involved a little cottage and beautiful auburn haired children with his
curls and the eyes they shared. She wanted to ask him if he wanted children,
but she decided to wait for another time to ask.
The drive back to White Harbor doesn't seem to take nearly as long, soon Robb
was parking in the lot of Three Sisters' Fabrics. Sansa had only been there
once, but she knew that their selection was a much higher quality than anything
in Winterfell. She had been a little dishonest when she said it would take
longer to pick fabrics for a wedding dress than it would a regular ballgown.
The pattern she had chosen was actually a vintage wedding dress pattern,
meaning the only thing she really wanted to change was the colors. Originally,
she had planned to do a blue dress, but she knew now she wanted to do Stark
grey. Robb kissed the back of her hand and told her he would be going toy
shopping, waggling his eyebrows at her until she blushed and that he would be
back waiting in the parking lot once he was done or if she called to tell him
she was done.
Once in the store, she was a woman on a mission. Finding the silks was easy,
finding it in the correct shade of grey was tricky, but by the time she walked
to the counter to have her choices cut she was practically bouncing with
excitement. She imagined the way Robb's eyes would light up when he saw her,
the way his lips would curl into a smile and the feel of his hand on her back.
She heard her phone beep and glanced at it while she waited for the girl
helping her to finish measuring her selection, smiling when she saw Robb was
now outside.
By the time they were almost home, night had fallen and they had already missed
having dinner with their family so they had stopped at a diner in Cerwyn on
their way home, but Sansa was a little surprised when Robb drove them to their
favorite parking spot. He slid across the bench seat and pulls her into his
lap, hand cradling the back of her head as he kissed her hungrily. “Want to see
our new toys, little sister?” His grin sent a shiver down her spine, but she
nodded. “Of course you do, you're always such an eager little slut for me.” He
grabbed a bag from back and starts kissing her neck, “Are you eager enough to
let me try one out, right here and now?” She bit her lip, nervously playing
with Robb's collar. “You don't have to, if you're not ready.”
His lips brush her forehead and the hand cupping her head starts massaging her
neck. She feels the tension slowly leave her body and she is pliant in his lap.
“What did you have in mind?” She mumbles, cuddling against him.
“I haven't been able to forget the way you said you needed my cock in your cute
little ass. I thought we should maybe play around with a butt plug. Nothing big
or scary. Just something to test the waters.” He dug through the bag and
retrieved a bottle of lube, toy cleaner and a box that held three plugs in
increasing sizes. “See, the first one isn't much of anything really. If you
don't like it I 'll stop, just say the word, my darling girl. My soon to be
wife.” He kisses her neck, nipping lightly.
Sansa nods, still a bit nervous. Robb pushes up her skirt slowly, fingers
splayed across her thigh to touch as much skin as possible, his thumb caressing
the softest skin between her legs. She leans back against the door and watches
him. When he reaches her panties, he runs his thumb around her slit, grinning
when he felt how wet she was. She helped him slide her panties off and he
grinned once they were off, “See that, sweetheart? My seed soiled your panties,
I guess they're mine now.” He tossed them over to the driver's seat and his
fingers delved between her slick lips, teasing her clit until she moaned for
him, “That's it, that's my girl. You know I'll take good care of you, don't you
Sansa?” She nods and he begins to pump two fingers inside her, “Of course you
do, you know your big brother would never let anything bad happen to you. All I
want to do is make you feel good. Make you come so sweetly for me.” He kisses
her as his fingers work furiously to bring her to her peak. Her hips cant with
each thrust as she grips his shoulder and knee for support. She breaks their
kiss as she comes apart, cry out as her walls squeeze his fingers almost to the
point of pain.
Once she's comes down, his fingers slip out and he sucks her releases from
them, groaning at the taste of her. He returns his fingers to trace her
sensitive pearl, “Are you ready to give it a try, love?” She nods, still
boneless in his arms. He smiles and slides into the middle of the bench, “Okay,
I want you to lay down across the seat, face down. Can you do that?”
“Yes Robb,” She's about to do as he asks when he reaches in the back once more
and pulls a pillow forward to rest her head on. She kisses him, tasting herself
on his lips and feeling a rush of excitement.
When she gets into a comfortable position, she can feel Robb's cock pressed
hard against her hip, but he makes no move to do anything about it. He's doing
something with the toy, spraying it with cleaner before they use it she thinks,
but she trembles with anticipation. “Will you do one more thing for me, my
sweet slut? Hold those cute little ass cheeks open for me.” She moans against
the pillow and does as he asks, spreading herself open for him. He spreads lube
across her tight opening, eliciting a shiver before slowly working the toy
inside her. The tip is very narrow and causes no discomfort, but she's tense
from the invasion. He stops about a quarter of the way in, less than an inch of
the total length, before pulling out a little and pushing back in. “How do you
feel, Sansa? Can you relax to fit more, or do you want to stop?”
“Don't stop, I can relax, it just feels strange.” She breathes deeply and Robb
starts to rub her back between her shoulder blades, and slowly she relaxed. He
started working the toy in farther, pulling back a little before going deeper
than before until the toy is buried entirely in her ass, save for the flared
base. Once it was settled, his hands moved to knead the globes of her ass,
“See, that wasn't so bad, was it darling? How does it feel?”
“Strange. But good.” She wiggles in his lap.
“Can I fuck you, little sister? Can I fill both those sweet holes?” She moans
at the thought.
“Please Robb, please fuck me. I need you.” He helps her sit up and pulls her to
straddle his lap once more, kissing her lustfully.
“Can I turn you around sweetheart? I want to see your tight little holes spread
open for me.” She moans again and lets him guide her to turn in his lap,
grabbing the dashboard to balance herself while Robb undid his pants and
unleashed his now throbbing cock. He gripped Sansa's hips hard as he yanked her
back against him, and once the tip of his cock had slipped inside her, he
bucked up into her heat, filling her completely.
Sansa gasps for air as he rocks against her and grabs his knees to balance
herself as he guides her in riding him. The angle is a little awkward but she
cannot deny the intense pleasure of being so utterly full. “Oh Gods, Robb,
feels so good. Fuck me, please fuck me hard big brother.”
He grunts and starts to pound into her, feeling her starting to flutter around
him. “You love this, don't you little sister? Getting fucked like the slut you
are, just for me. I'm going to fuck you and fill you everyday for the rest of
our lives, because you're mine. My filthy girl, all mine.” She throws her head
back and screams as she shatters, coming harder than ever before. Robb slams
into her one last time before his cock pulses, spilling his seed deep inside
her. She trembles as she leans against him, feeling thoroughly spent. He
whispers in her ear, “Good girl, that's my girl.”
“Robb,” she mumbles, “That was amazing.” He chuckles in her ear and kisses her
neck, holding her close until they recover their strength.
Once they have enough energy to move again, he has her sit on his knees with
her hands on the dashboard as he pulls the toy slowly out of her, wiping it
down with cleaner quickly and stowing it back in the box. He grabs the wet
wipes he bought that afternoon and helps clean their mess off her thighs,
before hauling her back into his lap. “You are amazing, my love. You are
everything I ever dreamed of, and more. I love you.”
She turns slightly to kiss his, “I love you too, Robb, with everything I have.”
She lays her head on his shoulder, “We should get back, don't want Mom or Dad
to get suspicious.”
Robb sighs, “I suppose you're right. Think we can just head to bed? I want to
hold you.”
“I think so,” She climbs back into the passenger seat, “I don't think I'll have
to fake being exhausted.”
When they get home they beg off hanging with their family, Sansa promising to
show her mother her purchases in the morning, yawning every few minutes before
they're finally able to return to their rooms. Sansa joins Robb in his bed
after using the bathroom to freshen up a bit. He held her close, their nude
bodies pressed together the way that had for months now and would for years to
come.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry this took so long, I started to get cold feet about my plan to
     have Robb propose, but I decided it worked for the story. Let me know
     what you think!
***** Stark Grey SIlk *****
Chapter Summary
     A little left over fabric goes a long way for a fun night.
Chapter Notes
     Thanks to the wonderful Jeanettesc, for her awesome visual for this
     story! If anybody knows how to put it at the top of the story, let me
     know! It pushed me to finish this chapter after being stuck on the
     second paragraph for a week. If you want to see it, it's posted on my
     tumblrs - @redmandapanda64 and @powerpandaloveseverything or her
     tumblr @robbxsansafanfic.
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The two months since Robb had proposed moved almost tortuously slow. Sansa had
scolded Robb on three separate occasions for entering her room while she was
working on her dress. School had been the worst, Sansa was on the receiving end
of what seemed to be an unending line of suitors. Robb always had to resist the
urge to glower at all the punks that thought they were worthy of his perfect
sister. She had come up with the perfect excuse to refuse, claiming she wasn't
allowed to date until she was seventeen. It didn't stop them from asking, but
Sansa grew more beautiful every day so it was no surprise to Robb that she was
so heavily pursued. Since they had started school Sansa had grown an entire cup
size, a development Robb had spent hours enjoying already.
Three weeks before their wedding, Sansa hadn't come to bed like Robb had
expected so he knocked on her door, leaning against the door frame and
straining to hear what she was doing. He didn't hear the sewing machine, but
Sansa had mentioned having to hand stitch large portions of her dress. He
worried that their plans put too much pressure on Sansa to complete her dress
in time, but he hoped desperately that she would be ready. When Sansa opened
the door, Robb felt his chest tighten. She looked so beautiful, dressed in the
same nightgown she wore the first time they made love. Sansa smiled at him,
throwing her arms around his shoulders, nuzzling her cheek against his own. His
hands grip her hips before sliding around her back, clenching her nightgown in
the enticing area of back directly above the curve of her ass.
“Are you coming to bed soon, my love?” Robb murmurs in her ear, nipping her
neck and smiling when he heard her breath hitch.
“I was going to come, but since you're impatient, let me show you what I was
reading before you knocked.” She pulled him over to her desk where her laptop
was set up, sitting in his lap once he's settled. He starts kissing her neck
before she pulls up a web page and his mouth drops open when he sees a woman,
hands bound behind her back, kneeling in front of a naked man. “I read that
silk was the best thing to be tied up with, and well, I have scraps left over
from my dress.” Robb's mouth goes dry and Sansa turns to look at him, wiggling
her tight little ass against him.
“You want me to tie you up?” Robb licks him lips, grinding his rapidly
hardening erection against her. After she nods, Robb growls, “And once I tie
you up, what I should I do with my beautiful little sister?”
“Whatever you want big brother.” Her eyes are wide, looking so innocent he
wants nothing more than to debauch her like never before. “I mean, you could
take me however you'd like and I wouldn't be able to stop you.” She bites her
lip, stroking his chest.
“I don't have to tie you up to do whatever I was with you. I can do whatever I
want to you, fuck you any way I imagine, because you like whatever I do to you.
Isn't that right my perfect slut?” She nods furiously, rubbing her thighs
together. “That's a good girl. Now stand up, and take off your nightgown. I
want to what you play with your breasts. Then give me your panties, once
they're properly wet for me.” She's blushing as she strips for him, a pretty
flush that travels down her neck to the tops of her breasts. She cups them,
squeezing and moaning softly as she watches Robb. He can't just watch her
though, reaching out to stroke her through her panties. She moans louder and
throws back her head. Her hands knead the pale mounds and he watches how they
fill her hands. “Pinch your nipples for me sweetheart, I want to see those hard
little rosebuds.” She's quick to obey him and he slips his fingers around her
panties, gathering her wetness and caressing her swollen clit.
“Robb, please...” She whimpers, hips jerking against his fingers.
He pulls away, smirking when she whines, “None of that darling. I didn't ask
you to beg, now did I? Turn around, hands behind your back.” He absentmindedly
rubbed her backside as quickly read through how to restrain her. In the past
they had planned a safe word, but the website she had found recommended only
tying her up while laying down. “Okay, my love. We're going to my room so I can
get a toy to slip in that tight little hole after I tie you up.” He smacked her
ass lightly and gathered up the silk scraps before leading her by the elbow to
his room. He left her standing by the bed while he gathered up the bottle of
lube and the vibrating butt plug he had purchased along with the “training”
plugs. It was same length as the medium trainer, at four inches, but wider than
the largest trainer, one and half inches in diameter. He strokes himself
through his sleep pants, staring at his lover's shapely form from behind.
He tosses everything on the bed before pulling Sansa against him, kissing her
neck and running his hands up and down her soft skin. “Alright, my sweet slut.
I'm going to tie you up, then I'm going to fill your ass. I bought you a
special toy, you're going to love it. And you can show your proper appreciation
by getting on your knees and suck my cock. Are you ready my love?”
“Yes, fuck yes.” He slaps her backside a little harder than before, watching
her shiver with anticipation.
He loops the silk across her arms, carefully wrapping it loosely enough that it
wouldn't hurt or cut off any circulation. Once he tied the last knot kissed
Sansa's neck and whispered in her ear, “How is that love? Is that comfortable?”
Sansa tugs a little at the ties, nodding after a minute. “Good girl. Are you
ready to be filled up with your special toy?” She nods, and he kneels behind
her and tugs her panties down, guiding her to step out before tossing the
soaked satin onto his bedside table. She's slick with need and Robb guide her
to kneel on his bed and spreads lube across her tight opening and the length of
the toy. He starts working the toy against her hole, teasing her clit with one
hand while he plunges the hole deep and deeper. It take a long time until the
toy is buried to the flared base and Sansa buries her face against a pillow to
muffle her cries. Her cunt is glistening, lips swollen and the sight of her
makes his cock throb almost painfully. “How do you feel Sansa?”
“Good, so good.” Sansa's body trembles before him.
“That's my little slut. Time to suck me off. Off the bed and on your knees.”
She's has trouble getting off the bed without use of her hands, but Robb helps
her climb down and kneel in front of him. He cards his fingers through her
flaming hair and smiles down at her. Her pupils are blown out and he hardly
sees the deep blue of her eyes. He pulls her close and she licks the tip of his
cock teasingly, before licking down to the base, lapping as his balls. His
fingers tighten in her hair and he guides her as she swallows him whole. Sansa
sucks on him, moaning as if she was savoring him like a delicious treat, but
he's learned she enjoys sucking him off almost as much as he enjoys eating her
out. “Good girl, that's a good girl. Sucking me so well, love fucking that
sweet mouth.” When the head of his cock hits the back of her throat he groans
and tightens his fingers in her hair. Finally, he had to pull her mouth off
him, not wanting to finish too soon.
Robb could only stare down at his beautiful sister, lips swollen and wet. She's
panting, staring up at him fervently and he bends down to kiss her, one hand
still tangled in her hair and the other squeezing her ass. He kneels in front
of her and turns the vibrator on. Sansa pulls back and cries out, almost
falling forward. He hurries to grab her and kissing her deeply, swallowing her
surprised moans. He plunges two fingers into her dripping entrance, sinking to
his knuckles easily. Sansa's body trembles against his own, and she rides his
fingers eagerly until she reaches her peak quicker than ever before. He turns
off the vibrator before sucking her wetness of his fingers. “Fuck, you taste so
sweet. I'm going to fuck you now sweetheart, fuck you hard like I know you
love. Can't do that with your hands behind your back, will you be a good girl
or do I need to tie you back up?”
“I'm a good girl, please fuck me Robb.” Her pleas come out in weak pants and he
quickly unties her arms and helps her to her feet before positioning her onto
knees, her face pressed against the pillows.
He slicks the top of his cock with her come before slamming into her, pulling
her hips back against his own. “Now listen to me, Sansa. I'm going to turn that
vibrator back on, so keep your face in the pillows. I don't need your screams
waking the whole house.” When the vibrator starts back up, he barely stops
himself from coming. He can feel it, buried deep inside her and the sensation
was maddening. He pulls out for a moment, gasping for air as Sansa writhes on
the bed before him. The sight of her is almost too much and he takes her in a
frenzy. She screaming into the pillow and she grinds back against him,
struggling to match his rhythm but it doesn't take long for them to peak. As
her walls clamp down upon him, Robb falls forward and bites Sansa's shoulder to
muffle his own shouts, cock twitching as he spills deep inside her.
It feels like hours before Robb can move once more and he slowly releases
Sansa's flesh from his mouth and pulls away from her, turning off the vibrator.
Sansa sags a little, but stays up on her knees, leaving him with the vision of
his seed dripping from her ravished hole. Her body is still trembling when he
rises from the bed, hurrying to the bathroom and back to clean Sansa up. She
whimpers a little as he pulled the toy out, and he carefully cleans her before
washing and putting the toy away. He crawls into bed with her and pulls her
into the cradle of his arms. “How was that, my love? What you imagined?”
“It was even better than I hoped. I love you Robb.”
“I love you too Sansa. Will you want to do that again Sansa?”
“Gods, yes.” She turns in his arms, “Maybe I could even tie you up, someday.”
Her smiles seems cheeky, but he can see the question in her eyes. He imagines
being completely under her power and feels his manhood twitch back to life.
His lips collide with her own, licking into her mouth. “Fuck Sansa, you're
going to be the death of me.” He rolls her to her back and begins kiss down her
body, licking at her rosy nipples. “Are you going to tie me up and tease me?”
He nips at the underside of her breasts before kissing lower, “Make me watch
you play with your pretty little cunt and deny me a taste?” He kisses the top
of her mound before resting his chin there and looking up at his sister. “Can I
have you once more, love?”
“Always Robb, always once more.” Her knees fall open and her fingers nails
scrape against his scalp. He starts slow, certain that she's still overly
sensitive. He licks along her wet folds, sometime dropping lower, tongue
dipping into her opening.
Robb works her back up slowly, following her cues. The way her hips sway and
rock against his mouth, the tightening of her fingers in his hair. She's
careful to keep her voice low, but she moans and begs and eventually he brings
her to climax before crawling back up her body and filling her once more. All
her limbs wrap around him, pulling him close. “I love you, my sweet Sansa.”
Their lips join and they scarcely part, sharing breathe as he rocks against
her, consumed by their mutual pleasure. She's still tight around him and he
knows he won't last much long so he eases a hand between them and strokes her
pearl until her walls pulse around him and he loses himself in her.
Sansa lays pinned beneath his body, stroking his back slowly as their hearts
slow. “Not much longer now, Robb.”
He pulls out of her and moves to her side, caressing her soft skin, “Soon,
you'll be my wife. Mine, forever.” His kiss is more possessive than ever
before, and his arms hold her close as they fall asleep. That night he dreams
of Sansa cradling their baby close as she sings it to sleep.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks to Janina, Jeanettesc, and kittykatknits. You're the best!
     Next chapter will be the wedding!
***** Wedding Prelude *****
Chapter Notes
     I know I said the wedding would be next, but I wrote this to start
     and the rest of the wedding is coming out slower than planned, and I
     wanted to give you something!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
On the morning of Sansa's wedding, she felt guilty for being happy that her
entire family was gone. Her father and mother had to leave town to help her
uncle Edmure after grandpa Hoster had been diagnosed with bone cancer and had
been suffering delirium since his last hospital visit. In the absence of their
parents, Bran and Rickon were staying with the Reeds and Arya was staying with
the Mormonts. They were expected to be gone at least a week, possibly longer if
care couldn't be set up in that time. Sansa and Robb were deemed old enough and
responsible enough to stay home while they were gone. Even if they had to go to
school, it would be like a little honeymoon at home.
Her mother had cried when she realized she would missed Sansa's first real
dance, but in her guilt she had made Sansa appointments at the best hair
dresser and makeup artist in Winterfell. Sansa had felt heavy when she
comforted her mother, a guilty ache in her stomach. She wasn't sure what made
her feel worse, that she was happy that her mother wouldn't be there for a week
or knowing that her mother would be devastated that she was missing her
children's wedding. Not that she would approve.
Last night had been the first time they had slept apart in months and it had
left Sansa feeling anxious on her wedding day. Until now, she had never felt
any doubt about her relationship with Robb, but she imagined the pain she would
cause her family if they ever knew the truth. It frightened her, more than the
insecurity she had felt about their relationship. She just laid there, trying
to imagine her life without Robb, but she couldn't. She wouldn't. Whatever
disaster came from their love, Sansa would face it with Robb, as husband and
wife. She let herself into Robb's room, hoping to wake him with a blow job, but
instead she found him touching himself with his eyes closed. She bit her lip to
contain her giggle at catching Robb masturbating. “Thinking of someone special,
big brother?” She crawls on the bed towards Robb as their eyes meet.
“Well, since it is was my wedding day, I realized that I should have gotten a
stag party. You know Theon would have thrown me one if he knew our plans.” Robb
laughed a little when he saw disapproving grimace. “I wouldn't want some other
girl or woman dancing for me. Only you sweetheart.”
She blushes, “You want me to strip for you?”
Robb licks his lips, “Only if you wanted to, love. I might even have some ones
to slip in your panties.” She shivered under his hot gaze and suddenly wanted
to touch herself for him.
“Okay, but be nice if I'm terrible!” She sat on the edge of his bed, trying to
imagine a song she would dance to, but came up empty. Instead, she focused on
Robb and the heat growing in her stomach. She stood from the bed, trying to
emphasize the sway of her hip. She raises her hands over her head and strokes
down one arm and she swings around, leading with her hip. When she looks back
at Robb, he's sitting on the edge and reaching into his bedside table without
looking away. He pull a stack of fresh ones out and gives her a wolfish grin.
She keeps swaying and runs her hands down her body, caressing her breasts and
toying with the hem of her nightgown. She thought about the nightgown she had
made for tonight, her wedding night. She raised the hem a little, giving him a
teasing peek. She winks and comes a little closer, showing him her lacy
panties.
He reaches out a slips a couple bills into her panties, licking him lips as he
drags his eyes up and down her body. She's wet and she want to just rip off all
her clothes and have him immediately, but she wants to give him a show. She
stands between his legs and puts her bent knee on his thigh and runs her
fingers down his bare chest. “I love when you watch me. Almost as much as I
love you're fucking me.” She removes her leg and turns away from him, slowly
pulling the dress over her head and tossing it back at him. She cups her
breasts before turning back to him, crouching down and staring up at him as she
fondles her breasts.
He beckons her forward with a finger and she walks forward and straddles his
lap. “You want me to fuck you sweetheart?” She nods, biting her lip and
grinding down on his boxer-clad erection. He stands, holding her hips before
tossing her on the bed. His hands were on her panties a second later, tugging
them off roughly. He shoves his boxers down and crawls between her legs,
positioning his cock at her wet opening before hooking her knees over her
elbows and drives into her. She arches her back and cries his name. “I love
you, sweet Sansa. My perfect girl, I'd do anything for you my love.” He kisses
her, rocking against her clit.
Sansa squeezes her breasts when Robb pulls back and they stare into each
other's eyes, “I love you, Robb. I'd do anything for you too. Make me come and
fill me, please big brother!” He releases her legs and pulls her into his arms.
His mouth is pressed against her ear, whispering promises of eternal love and
devotion in her ear as he loses himself inside her. Sansa wraps her arms around
Robb, fingers digging into his shoulders as she urges him on.
When her walls quiver around him, he spills deep inside her. They lay together,
just holding each other close. “I missed you last night,” He mumbles in her
ear, playing with her fingers.
“I missed you too.”
“I don't ever want to sleep away from you. I can't.” He kisses her shoulder.
“How long until your appointments?”
“A couple more hours.” She wiggles in his arms, smiling at him. “You want to go
back to sleep, don't you?”
He chuckles, “You know me so well.” He kisses her deeply, “Would you mind
terribly if I wanted to sleep before we set about the day?”
Sansa grabs his cellphone and quickly sets an alarm. “No my love, rest your
weary head.” She cards her fingers though his soft curls and watches him drift
to sleep before nodding off herself.
Chapter End Notes
     Okay, wedding will be next, promise! Thanks for reading.
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