The arrow thwacked into the target, knocking another arrow the ten-year-old took aim and fired. This one missed and Bran said some highly unintelligible words that would get him a cuff around the ear if his father had heard. He knocked his third arrow for the day when a mass of black feathers landed on a statue nearby. The raven squawked and seemed to be telling Bran to follow. Bran cautiously observed the raven, dropping the bow and arrow to the ground he began his pursuit. His boots scuffed on the cobbles as he got closer, alerting the raven to his presence.

The black feathered beast squawked once more and took off into a small room. Rounding the corner, Bran watched as the raven landed on a second statue of a wolf. Pausing, he held his breath as the ravens head turned towards him. The raven had three eyes and seemed to stare straight into Bran's soul.

Bran's eyes widened as he sat up in bed. His lush black hair messily falling around his shoulders. His eyes darted to the old wickety chair in which the old crone was snoring. In his dream he was walking once more, with sudden hope Bran lifted the covers from the lower half of his body and attempted to twitch the smallest of his toes. To his dismay, there was no response. With a groan of frustration he laid back in his new prison - a bed he hadn't been out of in days. Bran had regretted betraying his mothers promise now, the one he'd made to her about him never climbing again.

He'd climbed and fallen, he was a cripple for life – he'd rather be dead. With a groan his head tilt slightly sideways, he observed the full moon outside of his window as many insects chirruped outside. Winterfell was quite cold and Bran shivered, even though the hearth was lit he found little warmth in his bed. The only time he had felt warm, were the times he found his hand wrapped around his cock- pleasuring himself. At least being restrained to bed had its advantages. He felt had heard tales of his older brothers masturbating and how they'd leave behind a sticky white essence.

So far, Bran hadn't such luck. Therefore he could stroke himself as many times as he pleased without the conscious worry of remaining fluids in his bed. He thought of Jon Snow, his bastard brother. He missed him so much, Jon had decided to go to Castle Black and serve on the wall. He hadn't even said goodbye to Bran. Bran realized that there were few Starks left at Winterfell. Jon, his father, mother and sisters were all out – living a happy life with the capability to walk. Grumbling, Bran scratched his nose which was dotted with freckles.

The only other Starks remaining in the castle were Robb, Theon and his little brother. He knew that Theon was a greyjoy, not really a stark, but Theon was always around Robb so Bran decided to consider him a brother anyway. The old crone in the chair beside his bed, her weaving resting on her slowly rising chest, snored. With a glare, Bran picked his nose and flicked a booger at the old hag. Her nose seemed to twitch in response.

"Crone, nightfall has befallen us – off with you," ordered the little lord with annoyance, he'd felt the familiar rising in his nether regions and had the urge to rub his pale white hands down his skinny shaft. He'd only recently noticed the pubic hair forming, he felt older with it – more of a man. He'd checked beneath his arms and to his gratitude noticed little tuffs there as well.

Opening her eyes warily, the old woman smiled at Bran, "If the little lord commands me to be gone..."

"I do, so get out."

Chuckling, the old hag stood and shuffled from the room after placing her knitting sticks and equipment on her chair. Normally Bran respected her; however since the loss of her legs he'd grown a chip upon his shoulder. He watched as the wooden door closed behind her and looked into the blazing fire of the hearth for a few minutes. With a smile, his teeth the perfect white, he pushed the covers back so they covered his dead legs only.

He noticed the small tent in his linen undergarments that only covered his genitals. He brought his hand down and brushed it against his cock through the material, he moaned at the sudden feeling of pleasure. His cheeks began to warm as he pulled down his linen underwear to show an uncut bed of pubic hair surrounding the base of a shaft that stood right up. The tip of his penis was a bright pink, his hand came down and encircled his penis. Pulling down the foreskin slipped back and the slit in the top of his dick seemed to spasm in the cold air.

Moaning once more, he squinted his eyes shut as he began to stroke in a rapid motion. His thoughts travelled to some of the local girls he'd seen when he was capable of walking. His moans grew louder as his cock twitched in his palm. With his other arm he threw it above his head, he looked to the side and smiled as he noticed his hair in his armpit. That smile was whipped of his face as his body naturally bucked into his palm.

Bran, found it amazing that he could still wank his cock without the use of his legs. He found himself pulling extremely hard but he couldn't finish. Biting his perfectly flushed pink lip, he thought of trying that. He'd heard Theon talking about it with the whore Ros, when he'd walked by their room. His other hand draped downwards towards his ass, slowly brushing against his balls which made him mewl, he slowly stuck his longest finger all the way in and practically screamed with pleasure.

The scream was loud enough to make a worried looking Robb crash into the room through the door. Bran immediately stopped his hand on his cock and finger up his ass as he looked on wide eyed at his older brother.

"Bran, are you-"

Robb seemed to suddenly realize what he had walked in on. Bran blushed a brilliant red as his brother observed his body, more specifically his cock.

"Finally growing up I see..." he coughed, looked away and then back at Bran, "would you like me to go?"

Robb twitched nervously on his feet as Bran responded, "Were you planning to watch?"

"Umm..."

"Do I disturb you when you stroke your cock?" Bran asked, with a fake scowl – he enjoyed his brothers eyes as they lingered to the finger in his man pussy.

"Once, you did..." Robb trailed off, his tone had changed into something Bran had never heard before.

Simply keeping his own eyes locked on Robb's, Bran began to stroke his cock again and pleasure his man pussy. The thoughts of the local tavern whores removed, Bran imagined his older brother Robb naked. His flaming red hair and most likely a red coloured trail leading to his own, rather large cock. Bran seemed to quicken his pace, his eyebrows rose as his brother closed the door behind him. Scrunching his eyes closed rather suddenly, Bran bucked upwards as he orgasmed. Of course, nothing came out of the young boy but he mewled as he finished up.

When Brans eyes opened once more, he found his older brother with his hand in his pants. He too was wanking his rod, which was noticeably tenting in his pants. "Robb, I didn't know you liked to fuck little boys?"

"I...I don't..." Robb said, his voice was still deep – something Bran wasn't used to.

"Then why are you staring at me whilst you wank your cock?" Bran purred.

A smile broke Robb's lips as his cock seemed to lengthen more, pushing against the fabric that held it. He wore heavy material to combat the cold and his fur skin jacket was zipped up. "Bran, it's the same as you looking at me as you finished yourself off..."

Bran's blush seemed to return, darker than before. "Is it wrong to imagine your brother putting their dick into you?"

"Yes... of cour-"

Robb paused as he realized what Bran was saying. With a smirk, Robb slowly made his way to the bed as he removed his calloused hands from the ripe body of his own penis. He sat down beside Bran and they observed each other.

"Little brother, you're only ten... too young to have sex..." Robb purred as he leant towards Bran.

"Just shut up and fuck me, I know you lost your virginity around the same age."

With a chuckle, Robb found himself overpowering Bran as his tongue forced its way into his brothers mouth. What surprised Robb, was the fact that Brans tongue played with his. He hadn't known his little cock loving faggot of a brother knew how to kiss.

Breaking apart with a pant, "Bran how did you find out about kissing?"

"I've been practicing with Theon, he likes to use me to prepare for Ros," Bran said a little guiltily.

"Wait, Theon's been in your mouth? He's fucked you?" Robb seemed to get angrier with every word.

"He hasn't fucked me Robb, I've just sucked his cock and let him kiss me," Bran said as his eyes trailed off to observe the night sky once more.

"Then you're just going to have to suck my cock better," Robb said matter of factly as he stripped off his clothes.

Brans eyes widened as he observed his older brothers well chiselled body. His stomach had all of the muscles you could dream of his, his back muscles looked strong and Bran blushed as he had the minute fantasy of Robb ploughing into his small puckered ass. Before Bran could say anymore, he found his black hair gripped and his mouth thrust upon his older brother's cock as it forced itself into his mouth. He coughed and chocked as the paler pinked tip tickled the back of his throat. Before he could gain some air, Robb began to frantically thrust into his brothers warm mouth – moaning his name.

Soon enough, Bran picked up and began to attempt to wrap his small petite tongue around his brother's shaft. It was that big, only half of it was in Brans mouth. Robb continued to roughly thrust himself into Brans mouth as the younger boy struggled to suck him off. His dulled red pubic hair tickled Brans nose occasionally when he thrusted in. As suddenly as he was thrusted on, Brans head was pulled back quite forcibly by the hair.

"Why? I wanted to taste your cum..." Bran moaned.

"You'll be tasting my cum, but not in that hole," Robb said with a mischievous smile.

He found it quite easy to flip his blushing brother, of course with those legs of his behind dead weight. He knew that his brother couldn't stay on his hands and knees, so Robb held his brother by wrapping both of his arms around his waist. He found himself mounting Bran, the ten-year-old who was mewling in anticipation. His cock tip, covered in Brans saliva and pre-cum was resting at the entrance to Brans man pussy.

Bran's puckered pink hole seemed to yearn for more attention, Robb noted that it seemed to be on fire in comparison to his white ass cheeks. Robb leant his head forward, resting his chin on his little brothers shoulder.

"Are you sure you want me in you Bran? It'll be painful..." Robb purred as he whispered into Brans ear.

Bran shivered as he felt the hair around ear move as Robb spoke. "Yes, I'm sure... I've always wanted a cock to take my virginity..."

"Then beg for me, little lord."

"Wh..what?" Bran asked startled, his blush returning – his cheeks never seemed to get a break, he thought.

"Beg for me to put my cock into your tight, tiny boy cunt," Robb said with a tint of lust, Bran realized his brother was starting to get rougher.

"Please Robb, I want your cock in me. I want you to release your juice into my hole, I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked before... I'm your whore."

Robbs cock seemed to pulse with his brothers wanting for it, he bit down hard on his brothers shoulder as he began to push into the tight and resilient hole. Bran began to cry out in pain as his older brothers head began to slip into his own ass. Robb rested his well atoned stomached on Brans back as he seemed to pull his little brother into him – onto his cock. Slowly, the well moisturized cock seemed to travel further into Brans man pussy.

"Fuck you're so tight, little lord... so tight I want to make you bleed."

Bran seemed to pale, if that was possible and Robb thrusted all of the way in, "FUCK."

Robb found himself nipping at his brother's neck as he went silent. Robb knew he'd hurt his brother, he'd felt a new warmth attach itself to the body of his cock in Bran's tight little man cunt. Brans blood added an extra layer to Robbs cock as he buried it so far in his pubes tickled Bran's ass. He moaned Bran's name as he sheathed himself, he paused moving and continued to lick his brothers neck – whom was still silent.

Bran wiggled around his cock, giving Robb the sign he was reading and Robb began to extract from the tight ring of muscles inside Brans ass. Bran mewled like a whore who's roughly penetrated; Robb removed his pre-cumming cock halfway before he slammed it in again. Like before, Brans moans and mewls suddenly stopped as he let loose one curse word.

Biting on Bran's neck harder than last time, Robb began to thrust in and out of his little brothers cunt. For a while, Bran swore every time he was penetrated by his older brother's large member. Then soon enough, Bran began to moan and mewl. His hole began to loosen a little, changing so that it fit this new intrusive object.

"Bran, you fucking whore, you don't let Theon touch you again without my permission – you understand?" Robb said every word with a thrust; he emphasized the sentence by thrusting twice as hard near the end of the command.

"Ye... yes.. brother," Bran said around the moans blocking his vocal cords.

With a grunt, Robb twisted them so that he was leaning against the board of his little brother's bed. Bran was impaled on his cock in a sitting motion, his back facing Robb. Bran had moaned even louder than the rest during the transgression of Robb moving. Soon enough, Robbs warm and calloused hands gripped his hips as he swivelled his brother on his stiff cock. Robb moaned, his entire cock had, had a warm and moist ass twisted on it.

Robb stared into his brothers blue eyes, they stared back at Robb. Robb gripped Bran by his hear and forced him onto his own mouth, they kissed as Robbs hands lowered ot Brans hips once more. Their kiss was suddenly broken by Robb lifting Bran up and dropping him onto his rock hard shaft.

"Fuck ... fuck... FUCK," Bran said every time Robb dropped him on his pecker.

Robb noticed his brother's considerably smaller member was hard again. Robb found himself envious, Bran was bigger than he was when Robb himself was ten. Robb suddenly stopped himself in the motion of picking Bran up to drop him once more. His cock began to twitch erratically in his smaller brother's ass. Pulling Bran forward, he was laying against Robbs chest. Robb bit into his opposite shoulder and looked past it to the full moon as its light leaked into the room. The fire in the hearth seemed to sputter, like Robbs cock in his brother. Robb bit down harded as he bucked upwards, ropes of semen hitting his brother on the inside.

With one of these thrusts, Robb hit a bundle of nerves deep inside of his brother's ass. Coating this bundle with warm cum made Bran explode for a second time. Surprising both Robb and Bran, Bran's cock let loose a small amount of sticky liquid onto their chests as they lay on each other. Both were panting, Robb more so than his brother as he bucked for the seventh time letting loose the seventh and final rope of cum.

"I fucking love you." Bran whimpered, Robb's bite was painful.

"I love you too, little lord," Robb returned as he stared into the glassy face of the moon. It seemed the full lunar phase made everyone go a little erratic – even wolves.

Robb Stark began to shift himself from his brother's ass, "No – sleep with me... I want to feel your morning hard on when I wake up in me."

Robb's cock twitched with the thought and he slipped under the warm and furry covers of the bed. His brother lay on his sticky, well muscled chest. His own brothers pubic hair tickled his lower abdomen and he felt his cock rapidly soften in his brothers bleeding hole.