WARNING: This story contained sexual scenes of various natures, and also includes incest. If this bothers you, please leave now.

Hello new fandom, I am Argo0, a purveyor of smut stories and forbidden topics. This is a incestuous Christmas Game of Thrones story that I've put together for you, and I am toying with the idea of writing more stories for Game of Thrones, as well as my usual fandoms of Harry Potter, How to train you dragon and Fairy Tail.

The back-story kind of got away from me, (this chapter is almost 12 pages long on word) so I split it into two chapters. The next one will be Jon/Sansa/Arya and shouldn't take too long to write, as I won't need do a lot of back story stuff, seeing as its been done in this chapter.

Also, I am happy to take requests and listen what others would like me to write, but fair warning, I don't usually go outside of my favourite pairings, and I am terrible at maintaining motivation, and anything resembling a deadline. But like I said, I'm always happy to listen to other people's ideas.

So with that out of the way, here's the story, I hope you enjoy it, and feedback is always appreciated.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GAME OF THRONES.

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''Twas the night before Christmas, and the twenty-six-year-old Jon Snow was alone, in his multi-million dragon penthouse apartment, watching his beloved Winterfell Wolves being slaughtered by the Lannisport Lions. Normally he'd be furiously shouting at the television, telling them to get their act together, knowing full well that his 'encouragement' would make little difference to the final result. That's what he'd normally be doing, but on this Christmas Eve he was overcome with melancholy and loneliness when faced with the current emptiness of his apartment.

The Christmases of his childhood were his favourite memories growing up. It seemed to the only time during the year when all of his family, the Starks, just got along. And not just get along, but where everyone seemed happy to be with everyone else. It was a magical time, if somewhat cliché.

The Starks were not an overly dysfunction family, but there was a tension that the family suffered through throughout the year, and Jon was honest enough to admit that he was the centre of it, through no fault of his own.

His birth was the result of a cruel joke played on Eddard 'Ned' Stark by his best man Robert Baratheon on his stag night. Robert thought it'd be funny to get Ned incredibly, almost dangerously, drunk and lock him in a hotel room with a pretty woman they met in the bar, a woman who had no idea that the man she was with was getting married in a few days. Robert thought it'd be hilarious; Ned, his bride Catelyn and the unwitting woman Ashara Dayne disagreed.

Honourable Ned came clean with his bride-to-be, who eventually forgave him after Robert tried to play the whole thing off as a joke and failed to appreciate the seriousness the situation. But then Ned and Catelyn decided they should have expected that attitude from someone who hadn't remained faithful to his own wife. Rumours of the number of bastards sired by Robert grew every year.

For two years everything had been fine, until Ned was contacted by Ashara who told him he had a son, Jon, and that she couldn't take care of him anymore. Honourable Ned Stark did the right thing, and brought the toddler to his ancestral home, to his newborn son, and his less than happy wife.

Catelyn had been understanding enough after the one-night stand, but the living proof of that indiscretion living under her roof and growing up with her own children was a bit much and she treated the young Jon Snow coldly, never outright abusing him, just making him feel unwelcome with looks, tones and gestures. It made things worse when most of her own children grew up loving Jon. To Robb, he was a partner in crime, a brother, a twin, a best friend. To Arya, Bran and Rickon, he was the kind and gentle big brother, who always had time for them.

Only the eldest daughter Sansa followed her mother, making sure that everyone, including Jon, knew that he was only her half-brother and nothing more. That in turn caused tension between the Stark sisters. Arya adored Jon, and enjoyed playing with trucks and swords more than she did with dolls. Sansa on the other hand, felt that a girl from an ancient family like the Starks should behave like a lady, and not run around pretending to fight with the boys. This combined with Sansa's attitude towards Jon lead to number fights between the two girls every week.

All of this was why Jon loved Christmas with the Starks. It was the one time of year when he knew that Catelyn would greet him with something other than cold hostility, when Sansa would smile at him as she handed him her present, when the sisters went actual days without screaming at each other. He loved it all, and made the rest of the year worthwhile.

On his eighteenth birthday, his father had pulled Jon into his office for a serious discussion. There, Ned told Jon about his mother, who left him at the door steps of the Stark's when he was less than two when she discovered she was terminally ill and how she spent the next decade, wasting away, spending more time investing and making money then improving her health. When Jon was thirteen, Ashara finally passed away, unwilling to let her son, her only living relative see her in such a state. Ned then also told Jon that she had left everything she owned to him, to use as he wanted when he turned eighteen.

His inheritance was extensive, including not only the large fortune but also several businesses and properties, including Starfall Resorts, a chain of hotels operating all over Westeros as well as the luxurious apartment he currently resided in. In short, Jon Snow would never have to work a day in his life.

After everything was settled, after Jon had visited the grave of his mother, and talked to her lawyers and ended up with more money than any eighteen-year-old had any right to expect, Jon try to repay the Starks for everything they had done. However, when he handed a check for five million dragons, a very generous estimate of how much they had spent on him over the years, they simply slid the check back to him. Ned told him that even if he didn't have his name, he was still his son, and when he brought Jon into his home, he did so without a thought of repayment. Catelyn echoed her husband's words, and that even after everything, with how she treated him and his inheritance, the Stark manor at Winterfell would always be his home.

Jon accepted this, struggling to hide his tears, although he did give the money to a charity that helped the homeless and would continue to buy very expensive gifts for his siblings.

If Jon truly wanted to pay the Starks back for all they had done for him, then fate would grant him that chance. In the truly worst way imaginable.

On a cold January evening, two weeks after the Starks had celebrated Christmas, Jon received word that his brother, his best friend, Robb and his new wife Talisa had been murdered in a mugging gone wrong. They had just celebrated their first wedding anniversary and had recently announced they were expecting their first child. A child who would never see its first days because of one man's impatience.

Less than three months later, Ned, Catelyn, Bran and Rickon were all in the family car, driving back from the cemetery visiting the graves of Robb and his family when a drunk driver ran a red light and rammed into the side of their vehicle. Ned and Rickon died instantly, while Catelyn and Bran were rushed to hospital. Bran was quickly stabilised, and it didn't take long for the doctors to announce that he would be ok, although it was unlikely he would ever walk again. Catelyn on the other hand deteriorated quickly and when Jon was told, he rushed to the hospital to a sobbing Arya, a wailing Sansa and a stoic yet reassuring Catelyn.

It was hard for him, to see a strong woman like Catelyn Stark so weak, but when she asked him to come closer, he did, without hesitation. She told him that she didn't have much longer and that she had a request; to look after her remaining children. She had already lost her oldest and her youngest, and that she would not meet her daughters or last remaining son in the afterlife until they were old and grey. Again, without hesitation, Jon gave his word. He would protect and provide for seventeen-year-old Sansa, fifteen-year-old Arya and fourteen-year-old Bran and would make sure they would want for nothing.

He had thought it was curious that Catelyn would ask such a thing, given that the Stark family had a modest fortune, and would ensure the remaining Starks would be comfortable for several years, easily covering the costs of living and education. It wasn't until the reading of Catelyn's will did he understand why.

There were issues with Catelyn's lawyer, Petyr Baelish, and the Stark's inheritance. No one was sure how he did it, as Jon was positive Ned and Catelyn had nothing to do with it, but Baelish had somehow kept the inheritance locked up until Bran turned thirty, and could be controlled by no one else except the sleazy lawyer until that day.

And when he suggested that Arya finish her schooling in Highgarden, and Bran got shipped off to King's Landing for specialist care, while Sansa stayed with him in Winterfell, well his intentions towards the eldest Stark daughter became clearer. As if the looks he shot towards the girl weren't enough of a clue, given how uncomfortable they made her feel. Jon was very ready to run Baelish over with his car, to prevent his siblings from being separated.

Fortunately, there was something that did go in their favour. While it had been some time since the wills had been updated, Robb's recent death had spurred the Stark parents on to ensure their children would be cared for. Therefore, they had drawn up all the legal documents to state that if something were to happen to Ned and Catelyn, then Jon Snow would be the legal guardian of their children.

Baelish tried to get this overturned, but no one was having it. Jon was eighteen at the time, and was well known to be a very responsible young man who would have no problem taking care of the three teenagers. His fortune meant that he had the resources to cater to all their needs, especially Bran's, for whom Jon had renovated his apartment to make it wheelchair accessible, and all the siblings were adamant about staying together, and that included staying together with Jon. Even Sansa, who had been warming to Jon since she was thirteen, glared at Baelish when he addressed Jon as their half-brother.

Social services and the courts all agreed that the Starks staying with Jon was the best for all involved. Baelish, having no leg to stand on, was forced to withdraw his complaints and scowl as the object of his obsession drove off with her siblings.

Despite these hardships, the siblings created a life together. The sisters no longer fought as much as they had in the past, and Sansa and Jon grew closer and closer and she never corrected anyone when they called him her brother ever again. The years went by until one day, when Bran was seventeen, the young man made an announcement that changed the status quo once again.

Bran had a girlfriend from high school, Meera Reed, who was planning on going to university in Riverrun and Bran was determined to go with her. Jon was sceptical about the whole thing, and despite wanting to remind the usually logical Bran that high school romances didn't last, supported his younger brother. He bought a house that was wheelchair accessible and close to the university the Bran and Meera was attending. And despite Jon's worries, they were still together to this day, Meera adoring Bran as much as he did her.

Jon thoughts of the past were disturbed as the white noise of the one-side football match was interrupted by his phone buzzing on the coffee table in front of him. Picking up the device, he saw a picture of Sansa wearing an pale blue apron, white tank top, pink shorts and making a birthday cake for Arya, the picture he used for Sansa's contact info. His lovely sisters, now twenty-three and twenty-one had gone to a friend's Christmas eve party, the reason for his current loneliness and melancholy.

He quickly answered the phone. "What's wrong Sansa," he asked, knowing there was likely no other reason for her call.

She didn't even bother to correct him. "Could you come pick us up," she said in exasperation. "Arya's had way too much to drink. And this party isn't interesting enough to be worth the trouble of wrangling my drunk ninja of a sister."

At that Jon gave a small chuckle. Sansa and Arya may act like they don't care about each other, but he knew the truth; they loved each other and were ferociously protective of each other. "Text me the address, I'm leaving now," he said, standing up to get his jacket and keys.

"Thanks Jon," she said, the grateful smile evident in her voice.

He wasted little time, striding out the door and into the elevator, which took him all the way down to the garage to his car, a black Audi A3, a nice enough car, although not one most people were expecting him to drive, given his wealth. But it served his needs, and right now he needed to pick his sisters up.

Not for the first time he was glad that Winterfell wasn't overcrowded like King's Landing. It certainly made driving around the city streets easier, with little to no traffic to navigate, especially since the party the girls were at was on the other side of the city. He quickly passed through the darkened streets and arrived at the place of celebration, a sorority house at the edge of Winterfell University, where he had once studied finance, while his sisters still studied to this day.

Almost as soon as he pulled up to the driveway, he saw two figures walking towards his car. Well one was walking and that one was doing her best to guide the other one, who at best it could be described as stumbling, and only if the person describing was being generous.

Jon heard Sansa open his back door, and guided Arya into the seat, strapping her in as the younger sister mumbled incoherent words of gratitude. Then he heard the back-door slam shut before the passenger front door open and in slid his beautiful red-haired sister. "Thanks for picking us up Jon," she said, smiling at him.

"No problem," he replied, unable to stop his eyes glancing down as the hem of her tight dress rode up as she slid into his car seat, displaying the wonderful creamy flesh of her thighs.

If there was one thing Jon Snow had to complain about his living with his sisters, is that for the past few years, especially since Arya turned eighteen, he had been having certain feelings towards his sisters, the kind that a brother, even a half-brother, shouldn't be having. Lustful feelings. He almost lost his mind when they had departed for their party, Sansa wearing a short burgundy dress with frilly straps that hugged her like a second skin, while Arya, who spent her childhood refusing to wear anything even remotely girly, wore a strapless black and white striped dress that was just as short and tight. He had watched their hips sway as they left, and had his cock in hand as soon as he heard the door shut.

And here he was now, his eyes defiantly feasting on Sansa's supple flesh while a certain part of him wanted nothing more than to find out what her skin taste like. He shook his head, hoping Sansa hadn't noticed anything thing and happy Arya was so wasted. His sisters were very observant, especially when it came to him. "Right, let's go," he announced, shifting the car from park and driving away.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Jon spoke again. "Sorry that your party got cut short," he told the woman next to him. "I know you were looking forward it, but you shouldn't blame Arya."

"I'm not," was Sansa's honest reply. "Honestly, I stopped enjoying the party as soon as I showed up, and I don't blame Arya for getting drunk."

Jon's gaze shot to the rear-view mirror to check on his youngest sister, who swayed with the movement of the car with an unhappy look on her face. "Why did she feel the need to get that drunk that quickly," he asked. "She doesn't usually drink that much."

Sansa seemed to hesitate for a moment, before answering. "She saw her ex, Gendry."

"Why'd that cause her to drink," Jon asked, confused. "Wasn't she the one who broke up with him?"

Again, Sansa hesitated, this time for longer, as if she didn't really want to answer. Fortunately, she didn't have to. "I broke up with him because I wasn't in love with him," Arya said from her seat, her words slurring but clear enough. "It wasn't fair for him to be with a girl who couldn't love him as much as he loved her."

"Why couldn't you love him," Jon couldn't help but ask. He had liked Gendry, who was a fairly respectable young man, and had been sorry to hear that they had broken up.

"Because I'm in love with someone else, someone who I can't be with."

"Wait what," said Sansa, spinning in her seat to look at Arya. "You never mentioned anything about another guy."

Even though he couldn't take his eyes off the road, he could just see Arya's shrug. "You didn't ask."

Sansa was probably rolling her eyes at the answer. "Is that why you drank half a bottle of Iron Island whiskey? Because you can't be with your dream guy?"

Jon's eyes widen at the amount his little sister had consumer as Arya gave a small burp before answering. "Yes," she said, her tone indicating she didn't want to talk about it.

"He isn't married is he," Sansa said with a frown in her voice as she pressed for more information.

"No, not married, just even more forbidden," she replied, swaying again. "The same forbidden desires you have, big sister."

The way she said big sister was the condescending tone Arya used when she, ironically, thought Sansa was thinking she was better than everyone else. From the corner of his eye, Jon thought Sansa looked nervous for a moment, but it was so brief that he assumed he was seeing things. "What forbidden desires?" the older sister responded. "I don't have any 'forbidden' desires."

"Oh really," Jon was sure he was hearing things, but it sounded as if Arya just snarled. "Well, then, Sansa, tell me this; how many Jons do you know?"

Jon wondered if anyone else felt as confused as he did at the sudden change of the subject. From the corner of his eye, it looked as though Sansa was just as confused. "What?" she pondered aloud. "The only Jon I know is our brother. You know, the one driving while we have this bizarre conversation. Seriously Arya, what's going on."

"Oh, so if Jon is the only Jon you know then," Arya began, ignoring her sister's snark. "Then tell me why I heard you crying out his name the other day… while you were fucking yourself with that giant purple vibrator you love so much."

The car swerved, and it was Jon's quick reflexes that corrected the mistake. They were fortunate that there were very few other cars on the road, otherwise there might have been a serious accident. The going ons in the car were serious enough. "Arya- Wha - Have you been spying on me?" Sansa all but shrieked, her face going bright red.

"Maybe…" mumbled Arya, her voice getting sleepier. "Doesn't change the fact that you're wet for our brother, or that you think of him when you masturbate."

It took every ounce of willpower Jon possessed to keep his eyes on the road and not look at Sansa. Never in his wildest dreams did he think his lusts would be shared, and yet here they were, at least by Sansa. But then Sansa voiced a question that changed things once again. "Wait a minute," she began softly, embarrassment still in her voice, but also hesitation. "You said your forbidden desires were the same as mine. Does that mean…?"

"Yeah," Arya snapped, although without her usual ferocity, given how drunk she was. "It does."

Silence overcame the car, no one really knowing what else to say. That and Arya, who had been very talkative a moment ago, had fallen asleep, leaving the once comfortable silence in the dust, and an air of awkwardness hanging over them.

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For the umpteenth time that night, Jon checked the time on the clock by his bedside, the red digits reading 12:01 in the morning. "Merry fucking Christmas," he mumbled to himself as sleep continued to elude him.

And why wouldn't it? For the past few years he had been torturing himself with lustful thoughts of his younger sisters, and today he found out that those thoughts were shared by both of them. And yet, even with the knowledge that his feelings were returned, he was still torn as to what to do. It's not like he could start dating both of them, as he doubt it would have been seen as acceptable for him to be dating two women at once. And that wasn't even mentioning the fact that it would be incest.

His musings were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. "Jon," he heard Sansa's voice from the over side. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," Jon answered as he sat up, not really knowing what else to say as he reached over and turned on his light.

With the small lamp filling the room with light, his eyes settled on his sister's form as she strode to his bed, sitting on the edge, right next to him. Jon once again found his eyes wander to the smooth flesh of her thighs, as her preferred choice of sleepwear, one of his button up shirts, rode up. "So, turns out, Drunk Arya can't keep a secret to save her life," Sansa said suddenly.

"What did she say this time?" wondered Jon, almost afraid of the answer.

"That your internet history is full of threesomes with dark haired men, and red haired and brunette women, and many brother-sister incest videos."

He winced at her words. "Sansa…" he began, attempting to explain, but Sansa cut him off.

"It's fine Jon," she said, a smile evident in her voice. "If anything, I… I think it's kind of hot."

He hadn't expected that reaction, but given Arya's drunken confession, perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised. "Do you know why I was glad that Arya got so drunk I had to call you," she asked suddenly.

"Not really," he told her. "I remember you saying something about it, but I got distracted by Arya and… well everything she said."

"Yeah, if nothing else it took my mind off things," Sansa said with a giggle. "But as much as I was looking forward to that party, I stopped enjoying it once I saw Joffrey there."

Jon couldn't help but cringe on Sansa's behalf. Joffrey Baratheon was her ex-boyfriend, who treated her like dirt for most of their relationship. Unlike when Arya broke up with Gendry, he was elated to her that Sansa had dumped the spoiled brat after he threatened to hit her when she defended Jon from one of his disparaging remarks. Sansa slapping him the week after when he tried to win her back by bullying her was icing on that particular cake. "Every time I see him, he just sucks the fun out of everything, and naturally, when he saw me, he wasted no time telling me and everyone within earshot how much better his new girlfriend was," she explained. "So yeah, I was more than happy to get out of there."

"I'm sorry he ruined your night."

Sansa merely shrugged. "In the end, it was just a Tyrell party. Margaery hosts one every other week, there'll be other parties."

She paused for a moment, as if choosing her next words carefully. "Did you know, that I started dating Joffrey because of you?"

Whatever Jon was expecting, that had not been it. "Wha-what?!" he exclaimed.

"Not in a bad way or anything," Sansa said hurriedly to reassure her brother. "It's just that… I've had a crush on you since I was thirteen, and when I came to live with you, that crush got more… vivid."

As her cheeks reddened, Jon thought, and not for the first time, how pretty his sister was when she blushed. "I thought," Sansa continued. "I thought there was something wrong with me, for lusting after my brother like I did, and so I figured if I dated someone else, then maybe it'd help 'cure' me I guess."

"And despite all his flaws, Joffrey is very handsome. Every girl at university wanted him, and he asked me out, so of course I said yes. But about two weeks after we started dating, I began to see the real Joffrey, and I didn't like what I saw. He was arrogant, petulant, vindictive and cruel. I remember him opening laughing at a homeless guy on the street and spitting in his hat. And it didn't take long for him to turn his cruelty onto me."

"And then it was because of you that I broke up with him," she told him, with affection and gratitude coating her words. "You didn't have to treat Arya or I with kindness, especially given how I treated you as children, but you did, and we've never wanted for anything. I've seen you with your exes, with Ygritte and Val and Dany and not once did you ever treat them like Joffrey treated me. So, when he started, I knew that a boyfriend shouldn't treat a girlfriend like that, and I dumped him."

Sansa looked thoughtful. "Ridiculous isn't it," she said with laugh. "The best guy I know, perfect boyfriend material, and he's my brother."

Jon remained silent as she spoke, replying only once she had finished. "I'm not as noble as you think Sansa," he told her solemnly. "Gods if you could see my thoughts, you'd run for the hills and never call me brother again."

"Nothing about you would disturb me," came Sansa's determine reply.

"Oh really?" he challenged. "Earlier this week, when you were baking Christmas cookies, and you were bent over in those tiny shorts you wear around the house and I just wanted to pull them down and start ploughing you. Or when you're in your bikini, I just want to pull your top down and feast on your tits. Or earlier tonight, when you and Arya left for the party, I couldn't keep my eyes off your arses as you left, wondering what it'd be like to grab them, to kiss them, to fuck them."

He closed his eyes, preferring not to look at the look of disgust that was surely on Sansa's face. "Even now when you came into my room, I see my shirt moving up your thighs, and I just want to put my face between your legs and devour you."

He felt her soft hand running along his stubbled beard and as he opened his eyes, they were met with the sight of Sansa's face coming closer to his, before pressing her lips against his own. The kiss was soft and gentle, and full of affection. Slowly they parted, Sansa seemingly enjoying the stunned look on his face. "And I would let you do all those things and more," she whispered. "Because I want you Jon, and I don't care if you're my brother or half-brother or anything else. You are a wonderful and kind man and I'm not going to waste time sorting through arseholes like Joffrey Baratheon just to find a man like the one in front of me. Not when he wants me the same way I want him."

Jon wasn't entirely sure who moved, whether she moved towards him or he moved towards her. Ultimately it made little difference, as the result was the same; their mouths pressed against each other, passionately kissing each other. He was surprised at his sister's forwardness when her tongue darted into his mouth, but he responded quickly with a thrust of his own.

Remaining lip locked, Sansa threw her leg over Jon's lap, straddling him and began grinding her core against his erection, her hands reaching for his head and weaving her fingers through his dark curls. Jon's own hands refused to remain idle, as he placed them on her thighs, savouring the feel of her silky-smooth skin against his hand, the flesh he had been longing to touch for years. And if he had his way tonight, he'd be doing a lot more than touching her.

His hands moved upwards, encouraged by the small noises of contentment Sansa made against his mouth. However, as they slid underneath his shirt that Sansa wore, he made a discovery that forced him to part lips from his sisters'. "Are you not wearing underwear," he asked huskily.

Sansa couldn't help the delighted shiver that passed over her at his voice. "I'm not," she confirmed with a saucy grin. "I had certain hopes for tonight, and if those hopes were realised, then I wanted as fewer obstacles as possible."

"And what were your hopes for tonight," Jon asked as he cupped her arse cheeks.

"That I would finally get to feel your cock inside me," came her succinct reply, before capturing his lips again.

This kiss started much the same as the other, soft and affectionate. However, it quickly morphed into something more as gentleness gave way to passion and heat. Their tongues began their furious dance once again, seeking to plunder the other's mouth.

And once again, they parted, with their eyes meeting gaze for lust-filled gaze. "Sansa," Jon rasped. "I need to taste you… I need to taste all of you."

His breathless word sent shivers up her spine, and without waiting for any other indication, Jon moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and sucking her flesh. "Oh Jon," Sansa moaned with approval, as his hands undid the buttons on the shirt she wore, quickly leaving her bare.

Her delightful moans, a symphony of pleasure to Jon's hears, grew in volume and frequency as he ventured further down her body. His lips left a trail from her neck to her shoulder, to her collarbone before he moved to her beautiful B-cup breasts. "Like them," Sansa asked with a moan as he took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth.

He toyed with the small nub between his lips, before covering the nipple and the surrounding flesh with his mouth, sucking wantonly. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he murmured after removing his mouth. "Every time you were a tight sweater or t-shirt or a low-cut dress or when it's too hot for clothes so you're walking around in a bra and shorts, I wanted to pull you onto my lap and devour your tits."

"And what about Arya's," she asked coyly, almost challenging him. "Her's are bigger."

"Don't care," Jon replied. "Don't get me wrong, I've wanted to do this to Arya's as well, but it doesn't matter to me who's are bigger. I'm not a tit, leg or arse man; I'm a Sansa man."

"And an Arya man," Sansa continued. "Can't leave out our little sister, even if she is a voyeur and blabbermouth."

Sansa grinned as she felt his boxer covered cock twitch against her core. "Like that idea do you," she whispered huskily. "Fucking both of your little sisters, making them beg for your big, hard, brotherly cock? Turning them into your little sister sluts?"

"Gods Sansa," Jon moaned, her words arousing him further.

"Well you'll have to wait for Arya tomorrow, because she was completely out of it," she continued. "But I'm here, and I do believe you said you needed to taste all of me."

She shouldn't have been surprised when Jon flipped her onto her back, but she nevertheless gave a surprised gasp at his sudden movement. Before she knew it, her brother's head was between her legs, kissing her nether lips and sending tingles up her spine.

He started slowly, running his tongue between her folds and toying with her lips, teasing and pleasing her. As the minutes passed, his tongue explored deeper inside her, while his fingers joined the party, penetrating her alongside his tongue and touched her depths. And he never neglected her clit either, as he would frequently kiss and lick the small bundle of nerves, and delighted in the quiet gasps that came from his sister.

Sansa was struggling to keep her thoughts coherent as her older brother worked his magic on her. She remembered when she was younger and listened in on Jon with his former girlfriend's and was amazed at the noises they made, especially given the lack of satisfaction she had with her own sex life. Now though, she was the one making those noises, and gods did she understand her brother's exes more now, except the part about why any of them would break up with the sex god that was Jon Snow. But then their loss was her gain. "Oh… oh Jon… ah… so good… so gooooood…" she moaned as his tongue penetrated deeply inside her once more.

Jon had always enjoyed going down on a woman. The sounds they made, the way they wriggled in his grasp, the taste of their nectar, it was all so sweet. But the sounds, tastes and feeling of Sansa was far sweeter than anything else in his world. And if he had his way, he thought as his sister's erotic moans increased in volume as she got closer to her peak, it was a particular feast he would partake in often.

"Jon… ah… oh gods… al-almost there… oh FUCK…" Sansa screamed as she came undone at Jon's ministrations.

As her sweet honey spilled from her womanhood, Jon wasted no time in lapping it up, savouring its addictive flavour. "Delicious," he said huskily, gazing into her eyes as he finished his treat.

With strength and aggression that Jon didn't know Sansa was capable of, she grabbed a fist full of his dark hair and yanked him. He's not ashamed to admit that his reaction was a fairly unmanly yelp, but it didn't dwell on it for long, as soon his lips were once again attached to Sansa's. It was a far more enjoyable activity.

After a solid minute of passionate kissing, Sansa pulled away again to catch her breath and give her commands. "I need you Jon," she moaned breathlessly, further enticing her brother. "I need to feel you inside me… I need you to fuck me."

She reached down and slid his boxers down his legs, giving her access to his member, rock hard from everything that had happened so far, and stroked it with her hand, gently manoeuvring it towards her womanhood. Seeing as he wanted the exact same thing Sansa did, Jon aided her by moving his hips, anticipating the realisation of his lustful dreams.

Still grasping his dick, she teased him by allowing the head between her lips, running the member along her slit while preventing penetration. She gave an erotic giggle as Jon moaned. "Sansa… please…" he said desperately.

Taking mercy on her brother, she wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging his cock to slide into her womanhood. "Oh yes…" she hissed, feeling his manhood stretch her out. "I've wanted this… for so long…"

"So have I," Jon grunted, savouring the warm, wet sensation of his sister's pussy engulfing his cock.

He intended to take it slow at first, because he knew it'd been ages since her break up with Joffrey and Sansa really wasn't one for casual relationships or one-night stands, so he didn't want to be too rough. But the way she was clenching around him was driving him insane, and then Sansa really surprised him. "I'm not made of glass Jon," she all but growled as she wrapped her legs around his waist and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Gods… fuck me… please…"

Jon was momentarily taken aback by her words, but it didn't take him long to get over it. Why wouldn't he, when his beautiful sister was asking him to do the thing he had been dying to do for years. She was so warm, so wet, so tight, that he just wanted to let instinct take over and mate her like an animal. If she desired the same thing, then who was he to deny her.

Sansa couldn't believe how good it felt. Her friend Margaery was a real size queen and bragged about her conquests, and the size of their cocks. Assuming they were true, then Jon wouldn't have been the biggest Margaery ever had but that didn't matter. He was the largest she had ever had and more importantly, he was perfect. The way he felt inside her, penetrating her depths, stretching her womanhood, was perfect. He was the perfect fit, both physically, and emotionally. "Jon… ah… please… more…" she moaned, more so when her brother's tempo increased.

This was wrong, Jon knew. He had always known that this was wrong. It had been bad enough when he just lusted from afar and slightly worse when he feasted on her cunt. But now he was damned to hell, because not only was he fucking his sister, but he was loving every minute of it. No other women could ever compare to the feeling of being inside her, except for maybe Arya, who Jon lusted after just as much as he did Sansa.

And that's what truly damned Jon; that he'd never be able to settle for a woman who wasn't either of his sisters.

"Jon… ah… so good… more… faster… harder…" Sansa moaned again, her encouragement spurring Jon on. "So close… please… more…"

"Sansa… you feel… so tight… so incredible…" Jon murmured in her ear after each thrust. "This won't be the only time… will it… I don't think… I can go back… to how things used to be…"

"Fuck… no way…" she panted. "Us… always us… gods… ah…"

Her whole body felt like it was on fire, in the best way possible. Why hadn't they done this earlier, she couldn't help but wonder. Something that felt this good couldn't possibly be wrong. And even if it was, there was no way she could stop. "Close… so close… don't stop… Jon… ah… oh FUCK…" she cried, as sexual pleasure surged through her body, her smooth legs tightening around his waist.

Her whole-body shuddered as her brother brought her to her peak. Joffrey had never brought to her to completion, never even tried, as sex was always about the man's pleasure and never the woman's, at least according to him. The only time she ever came was when she did the job herself, and her climaxes were always stronger when she thought of Jon, something she did with increased frequency as the years went by. But fantasy could never compare to reality, as being fucked by her brother's large member triggered an orgasm more intense than any she had experienced in the past. And she definitely wanted more of that.

Jon relished the sensation of his beautiful sister cumming on his cock. It was added to his list of favourite things, along with the taste of her cunt and the sound of her moans. It was a list that had expanded significantly this night.

He grunted in an effort to hold off. He wanted to prolong Sansa's pleasure for as long as he could, but it was a difficult task, given how tightly she was gripping him. "Sansa… can't… can't hold it… much longer…" he warning, his voice straining.

"Inside me Jon," came Sansa's moaned reply, her voice still thick with ecstasy. "I want… I want it so bad… your cum… your hot, sticky cum… pouring into my cunt…"

Jon always thought his control was pretty impressive, but when his sexy sister says the word 'cunt' and begs for his 'hot, sticky cum' well, his control only went so far. "GODS…. SANSA…" he grunted, fulfilling Sansa's request and cumming inside her, finally letting loose.

Sansa once again felt her body shudder, this time at the warm, pleasant feeling spreading throughout her body as her brother's cum spurted inside her. It was an addictive feeling, just as much as the explosive orgasms he gave her. "Mmmm… so nice… so good," she hummed quietly, as her body accepted her brother's seed.

After spending his load, a breathless Jon allowed himself to fall, his head resting in between Sansa's perfect breasts while his cock softened inside her. He made sure that he wasn't crushing her, but looking up at her from her chest, he saw her smiling longingly and lovingly at him, perfectly fine with him on top of her. "Everything you expected?" she asked.

"Yes, all that and more," he replied, before asking the same question to her.

"All that and more," she mimicked with a sincere smile. "I know we're brother and sister, and we shouldn't be doing this… but please Jon, don't tell me this is a onetime thing or a mistake. I don't think I could handle that."

"Neither could I," Jon admitted, happy with the widening smile she gave him. "I don't care if you're my sister or what society will say. I love you Sansa, and I'm not going without you again."

"Oh you will," she said, momentarily shocking and scary Jon. After all, he thought they were having a meaningful moment, and she planned to deny him. But then he saw the smile on her face and the seductive look in her eye. "You're going to have to go without me, when you're fucking our voyeuristic little sister of course."

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