WARNING: The following story contained sexual scenes of various natures, including incest, unprotected and group sex. If any of these bothers you, then please leave now.

So, this should have been done last week, but I ended up getting busy and this got delayed. And I truly did try to keep it shorter than the first chapter, but this ended up being about the same length.

Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter, nice words help motivate unpaid fanfiction authors.

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

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GAME OF THRONES

The first time Arya Stark woke up on Christmas, she wished she was dead. The morning light creeping between her curtains felt like Hell itself, tormenting her for her poor decision making the previous night. She knew that she was in her bedroom, and that it was probably her sister that brought her here, but when she tried to recall how much she drank or anything else about last night, all she got was vague images of Iron Island whiskey, Gendry, Jon and a vicious surge of pain.

With bleary eyes, she spotted a glass of water and some aspirin next to her bed. Thanking both of her siblings, she took the pills and put them in her mouth, washing them down with a mouthful of refreshing water. It felt like something had died in her mouth, and the water, even just a mouthful, helped that.

Feeling a little better, Arya went back to sleep.

The second time Arya woke up, she wished she was dead. Not from the hangover, no, thanks to the water, aspirin and another few hours of rest, she had overcome the worst of it. No, this time she wished she was dead because her memories had returned, albeit hazy. She remembered seeing Gendry and getting wasted, she remembered bits and pieces of the car ride, and how she outed Sansa's crush on Jon, as well as her own, and how she told her sister about their brother's internet history.

Looking at her clock, she saw it was only nine in the morning. Realising that the gods weren't going to grant her wish and just kill her, she decided to get another hour or two of sleep. If she was going to deal with the fallout of spying on her siblings and then admitting it, then she was going to get as much sleep as possible beforehand.

The third time Arya woke up on that Christmas day, as it was almost midday, was the last. While her mouth still felt a bit gross, and there was still a dull pressure in her head, for the most part she felt fairly decent. She threw off her covers and slid off her bed. Although she knew she must face her siblings at some point, she's still determined to put that point off for as well as possible. She quietly snuck out of her room and into the hallway, where she could hear sounds coming from the kitchen. Probably Sansa working on their Christmas feast, and ever noble Jon being her willing assistant.

This was good, she thought to herself. If they were in the kitchen, then she could sneak into the bathroom with no fuss. After throwing the t-shirt she wore to bed, one of Jon's, and her panties into the laundry basket, she brushed her teeth and jumped into the shower, both actions helping her feel like a human again. After finishing in the bathroom, she once again avoided her siblings in the kitchen by going to get dressed in her room.

She supposed she should get dressed up for Christmas, like Sansa made them do every year, but she couldn't be bothered. Instead she just grabbed another one of Jon's t-shirts that she used for sleeping, and threw it on with a clean pair of light blue underwear. It was times like that that she was thankful that Jon kept the apartment warm enough that she could wear such an ensemble without freezing. But she couldn't help but wonder if her brother did that deliberately, in an attempt to get his sisters to go about the apartment wearing very little. Not that they exactly discouraged such thoughts, she thought to herself. More often than not, the Stark sisters would walk around in short shorts and tight t-shirts or tank tops, and during summer, their underwear or bikinis. No wonder Jon started lusting after his sisters, when even prim and proper Sansa is so immodest around him.

Unlike her big sister, Arya had always loved Jon. She had been a real tomboy when she was growing up and had hated all the girly things that her sister enjoyed. While their mother Catelyn loved all her children, she had more in common with her eldest daughter then her youngest, and Catelyn's sighs of frustration as Arya marched into the house, dirty and sweaty, from rough housing with the boys, were a common feature in the young girl's childhood. But her mother's scolding to be more ladylike had encouraged more vicious comments from Sansa, who assigned Arya more colourful nicknames, Arya Horseface among them.

Jon though, was the awesome older brother who always had time for her, who accepted her for who she was and didn't make her feel bad for not fitting in with the women of the Stark family. She knew that whenever her mother's frustrations or Sansa's teasing got too much for her that Jon would always be there to comfort her.

Things got better as time went on. Catelyn became more accepting of her daughter as she was, and her relationship with her half-brother and Sansa teased her less. But Jon remained her loyal big brother and Arya knew that if she had a problem, then she could go to Jon and he'd help without judgment or annoyance.

Arya couldn't pinpoint the point in her life when her feelings for Jon changed. Probably when she was around eleven or twelve, and she had expressed an interest in fencing, and the not-yet-millionaire Jon Snow pulled his meagre savings together and bought her her first foil. She still had it to this day, even if she no longer used it in the sport. She thinks it was then that her feelings for her brother shifted to those of a non-sisterly nature.

At first it was little things, like seeking his approval and seeing him smile in pride at something she did. Then as when she entered her teenage years and her body developed, and her tastes in clothing become more fashionable and feminine, she would spend more time in front of a mirror, trying on new clothes and wondering if Jon would like her look.

She remembers the bouts of jealousy when he and Sansa began getting closer, and she remembered trying to date in order to get over the crush she had on her brother. She didn't know the history of Sansa's feelings towards Jon, but she imagined that it was the same reason that led her to Joffrey. But while her sister ended up with a vile toad masquerading as a human, she had ended up with Gendry Waters.

She had met him on a train when she was travelling through the Riverlands to visit Bran. Sure, he was physically attractive, broad and muscular, but he was also stubborn and not all that bright. But he was also kind and strong and gentle, the kind of man Ned Stark had promised his daughters when they were girls. And Jon had liked him, after briefly going overprotective big brother on him.

So, she tried dating Gendry, who was attending Winterfell University like she was. At first it was lovely, and she thought she would be able to get over her crush. Unfortunately, as time went on, Arya's feelings didn't grow, and when he started talking about things like moving in together and getting married in a few years, she knew that he loved her more than she loved him. And as much as she didn't love Gendry, she loved him enough to want him to be happy, and knew that wouldn't happen if he was still with a woman who didn't love him.

So, she broke up with him. It broke her heart when his face fell when she told him, but she knew she had to. She wasn't going to condemn him to a miserable life just because she had very inappropriate feelings about her brother.

That was three months ago. When she saw last night he looked good, happy, with his new girlfriend, a waifish girl with short, light brown hair. She was glad that he'd found happiness, but in that moment of seeing him happy with his new girlfriend, she realised that she was never going to have that with her brother. So, in order to drown her sorrows, she drank. A lot.

Which of course led to Sansa ringing Jon for a lift home, which then led to Arya outing all the incestuous fantasies that everyone seemed to have but weren't willing to do anything about.

Arya sighed to herself. She supposed it was no use putting this off any longer. It was time to face the music.

As she exited her room, she could still hear noises from the kitchen, and as she walked down the hall in that direction, they became clearer. "Jon… oh yes… oh gods… Jon…" she could hear from the kitchen, noises that she had heard before.

Several weeks ago, she had needed her sister for… something, she couldn't quite remember. Ultimately it didn't matter, because when she got to Sansa's room, she found the door opened just the tiniest bit, but it was enough for Arya to hear her sister calling for their brother. Peaking in, Arya got the shock of her life; her prim and proper big sister, Sansa Stark, bare naked and spread leg on her bed, a large purple vibrator humming between her pussy lips with their brother's name on her lips.

And now those same moans were coming from the kitchen.

Arya became highly annoyed at the sound. Sansa, the one who often lectured her on decorum, was masturbating in the kitchen! And not only that but was still moaning their brother's name! Hadn't she learned anything from the car drive last night.

Arya quickly marched towards the kitchen, ready to give her sister a piece of her mind for being such a hypocrite. However, when she moved past the wall and into the doorway to the kitchen, she froze in shock at the sight before her.

As she suspected, there was her sister, bent over the kitchen table and she was bare naked, her breasts squashed against the table as her fingers tightly grip the edges. However, she was not alone. No, behind her, equally as naked, was their brother, Jon Snow, pounding into Sansa like a man possessed. "Fuck, Sansa… so tight…" he moaned, his grip tightening on her hips.

"Yes Jon… yes…" was Sansa's response. "Fuck me… fuck your… little sister."

Arya was a deer stuck in the headlights as she was overwhelmed by the emotions triggered by the sight before her. Anger that Sansa is the one with Jon when she's loved him her entire life; Envy, wishing that she was where Sansa was, and lust, as her eyes rake not just Jon's muscular body, but her sister's slender form as well.

Jon was thrusting faster into Sansa, her moans increased in volume, as did her pleas, and Arya found she couldn't look a way, even if she wanted to. And after a moment's thought, she realised she didn't want to. She wanted to watch more, more of her siblings fucking each other.

As if possessing a will of their own, her hand slid down her body and into her panties, pushing two fingers into her womanhood to find that she was soaking wet. She moved her fingers in and out, and soon she was matching Jon's rhythm, her pussy and Sansa's being fucked in sync. It quickly became too much for her, as she used her other hand to steady herself against the wall. "Ah…" she gasped, before winching at her volume, knowing that there was no way her siblings didn't hear.

However, they made no move to stop, their grunts and the continued sounds of their flesh hitting each other still filling the kitchen. Arya also scolded herself; after all, it wasn't as if her crime of masturbating while watching was worse than brother and sister fucking each other. No matter how much Arya actually wanted to join them.

She sees Jon's grip tighten on her sister's hips, surely bruising Sansa's delicate skin. "Gods… Sansa… I'm… ah… cumming…" he announced, his movements becoming jerkish.

"Again Jon…" Sansa moaned in response, her own climax in the sound of her voice. "I want your cum… in me… again… again and again and… oh gods… again…"

Again, Arya couldn't help but think as Jon thrust into Sansa one last time and grunt as he unloaded inside her. Sansa had said, again, as in she wanted him to cum in her again. How many times had they done this?

Of course, her question would go unanswered for the time being, as Jon pulled out and Arya heard a plopping sound and saw heard brother's cock for the first time. It was larger than she had expected, and it glistened with Sansa's juices and streaks of white going down the shaft. Her fingers hastened, eager to imagine herself on such a member, before Sansa had to ruin things. "Enjoy the show you little voyeur," the redhead queried, standing up from the table and looking right at her younger sister.

Arya quickly pulled her hand from her panties, her cheeks going bright red at being caught. Which, the rational part of her brain couldn't help but mention again, was nothing to be ashamed of when the person catching you was fucking her brother in the kitchen. "Sansa… Jon… wha-what is this," she stuttered.

"It's exactly what it looks like," Sansa said, one of her soft hands coming up to massage one of her own breasts. "Your big brother and your big sister fucking each other."

The movement drew Arya's attention to Sansa's naked body. Sansa had always been pretty, even as a child, although she had always put in more effort into looking pretty. But now as an adult, without her pretty clothes and excellent make up, Arya could easily say that her sister was nothing short of stunning. Her breasts weren't as big as Arya's, which the younger sister was thankful for, but they're perky and well-shaped. She was slender with long legs that go on for miles and beautifully soft skin. And with her hair, a brilliant shade of red, Arya could easily imagine people calling her a goddess.

Then her gaze turned to her brother's form. She had always been attracted to him, and how safe she felt when he hugged her. Now she could see those strong arms that secured her, and the lean but defined torso earned from their many joint workouts. And his cock! She had overheard Margaery Tyrell tell Sansa about her exploits, and knew that there were men bigger than Jon, but it was still the biggest she had seen. And for some reason, the fact that it was her older sister's juices that glistened on his cock made it all the more tantalising. "Did you like what you saw," Sansa said with a smirk, interrupting Arya's ogling.

Arya was glad that her sister found this amusing, because she was still confused as well. "I don't understand," she muttered, although loud enough for the others to hear. "How did this happen?"

Jon and Sansa shared a look, and Arya had to squash the surge of jealousy that arose. "Because you were right last night," the older sister explained. "I did desire Jon, just like you and just like us. For years, I've told myself it's wrong, that I shouldn't feel that way about my brother, like you did as well, I imagine."

Arya did, as did Jon. "But last night I guess you could say I had an epiphany," Sansa continued, smiling at her siblings. "Joffrey was a horrible waste of space, and dating him was a waste of my time. And my time, our time, on this earth is precious and finite. Why should I waste any more of my time, sorting through the Joffreys and other arseholes when my perfect guy already shares his home with me? We're so lucky to have Jon in our lives Arya, and we should make the most of it."

"And what about you?" the younger Stark asked her brother, as she processed her sister's words.

"I've always cared for both of you," he explained softly. "Sure, not all of us got along during childhood." Arya thought that was awfully diplomatic of Jon, and was glad that Sansa had the sense to blush in embarrassment. "But that doesn't matter, none of that matters. We're all each other has, and we should always take care of each other."

Arya's heart was warmed at his heartfelt words, until Sansa shot her brother an amused look. "Tell her the other thing," she scolded playfully.

It amused both sisters to see the usually stoic Jon Snow flush in embarrassment. "I also think that both of you are insanely hot," he admitted, looking straight at Arya. "Ever since you turned eighteen, I've just wanted to rip your clothes off, pick you up, slide you onto my cock and fuck you standing up."

"I wouldn't have minded," Arya squeaked, cursing her sudden inability to use her voice.

Sansa just laughed at her siblings. "I pretty much told him the same thing yesterday."

A brief moment of silence settled over the siblings until Arya had to ask. "So, what about me?"

Sansa shot her another amused look. "What, you didn't think we'd leave out our favourite youngest sister, did you?"

The tiny Stark could feel her cheeks redden, causing both her siblings to laugh. "Sit down Jon," the redhead commanded, gesturing to a chair. "Let your little sisters take care of you."

Jon simply obeyed her command, and sat down in the offered chair, with the naked redhead kneeling down in front of him. She grasped his cock, which despite unloading mere minutes previously had reloaded and was ready to go again.

At first, when Sansa started moving her hand up and down Jon's shaft, Arya thought she was going to blow him, which would have been so hot. But after a few minutes of stroking him, the redhead turned her brilliant blue eyes towards her younger sister. "Come here Arya," Sansa spoke, her voice soft yet firm.

Normally, she didn't like being ordered around, especially by her older sister, but for once, Arya decided to do as she was told. She moved from her spot, the spot where she'd been caught peeping, and walked over to her siblings. Sansa gestured for her to join her on her knees, and the brunette lowered herself, kneeling next to her naked sister and between the legs of their equally naked big brother.

"Here it is," Sansa announced huskily, gently pointing Jon's cock towards Arya's face. "Your big brother's big hard cock, the one you've been dreaming of fucking for years." she continued to prattle on, before adding innocently. "Want a taste?"

Arya didn't have to be asked twice. She leaned forward, opening her mouth and taking the head of Jon's cock inside her. She had never been one for blow jobs, but found that she liked having her brother's manhood in her mouth. It was warm and pleasant, and she enjoyed the flavour created by Jon's cum and Sansa's climax, certainly more than she thought she would. But what she enjoyed most of all was how her brother moaned. "Fuck yes Arya," he hissed, running his hand through her short brown hair. "Your mouth feels fantastic."

Arya flushed with pride, and emboldened by his words, began sucking more enthusiastically before she began to move her head up and down the member. She swirled her tongue around the shaft to accompany her movements, and each moan her efforts earned from her beloved brother was a reward in itself. "Look at her go," Sansa observed in delight. "She must be desperate for her brother's cock."

Arya shot her sister an annoyed glare from the corner of her eye but aside from that simply continued blowing her brother. She didn't care that her sister, her still naked and freshly fucked sister, was kneeling right next to her in front of their brother, or that she could still taste her on his cock. In fact, all of that turned her on. But what was truly important was that she was pleasuring her beloved brother Jon, and she couldn't wait to go further.

Sansa smirked as she watched her little sister suck Jon off. It was so hot to watch as well. She couldn't help but wonder if she looked this hot blowing Jon. She guessed she'd need to give Jon a blow job so Arya could judge, or at least record it so she could judge herself.

She then noticed Jon muscles beginning to tense, a part of his body language that indicated he was about to peak. It was a body language that she was becoming very familiar with. "You're almost there Arya," Sansa whispered encouragingly, making sure that Jon also heard. "He's close, very close. Let's finish him together so he can cum all over our pretty faces."

Arya, usually resistant to any kind of help from Sansa, nodded with the dick still in her mouth. After one last exaggerated suck, she pulled for head away and both sisters began stroking the member with their hands.

Jon was struggling to maintain control. Having his tiny younger sister suck him off had pushed him to the limit, but now both his sisters were stroking him with his cock pointing straight at their faces. He couldn't help but notice the difference between their hands; Sansa's soft and smooth grip and Arya's calloused hands from fencing practice. Both felt amazing on him, and it didn't take long for Jon to reach his orgasm. "Sansa… Arya… here it comes… here… it… comes… AH," he groaned as he fired his load.

His cock spurted several white streaks, the first one hitting Arya's face across her nose and the corner of her mouth, while the second hit Sansa a bit lower, going across her pouting lips. Several more shots follow a similar path, coating his sister's pretty faces, and presenting him with the hottest sight ever to be witnessed. He would be the envy of every man and god in Westeros if they knew.

Arya had to admit that she liked the current look on her brother's face, the look of lustful awe. She shot a quick look at Sansa, seeing how hot she looked with cum on her face, and could only assume that she looked similarly arousing. No wonder Jon was looking at them like that, given that he was seeing both his sisters with his cum on their faces.

Before Arya could do anything else, Jon got up from his seat, picked up Arya, who squeaked in surprise, as if she weighed nothing and placed her back on the table. Then he slid his hands underneath the long t-shirt, hooked his fingers on the waistband on her panties and quickly removed them. "Jon what…" Arya began, before she was joined by Sansa at her side.

"Relax little sister," Sansa whispered in her ear. "Trust me, this is something Jon is very good at."

Arya didn't have the chance to ask for any kind of clarification, as Jon spread her legs wide and lowered his mouth onto her cunt. She gasped in pleasant surprise as his tongue made contact with her dripping folds. Slowly, his tongue ran the length of her slit and then lightly licking her clit, before he started the process again.

It was a new experience for Arya, receiving pleasure like this. Gendry had tried, but his attempts were clumsy and eventually he would just give up. He lacked Jon's experience and determination, as the man currently between her legs was sending her to heights she never thought possible. Or maybe it was simply because her brother turned her on like nothing else.

She had closed her eyes, and allowed herself to drown in the pleasure her brother was giving her when she felt a tongue lick along her face, lapping up her brother's discharge. Her eyes reopened in surprised, as Jon's tongue was currently exploring her pussy, there was really only one other tongue that it could be. "Sansa?" she gasped in surprise as she saw her sister's red hair block her view and felt her tongue lap up another streak of semen.

"Can't let his seed go to waste," Sansa purred in response. "It's so tasty, and you just so look hot there, squirming as he eats you out."

Sansa licked up some more cum, this time ending near Arya's mouth, before she plunged her tongue into her younger sister's mouth. Arya moaned in both shock and arousal as her older sister kissed her, tasting Jon on her tongue. Of course, Arya being Arya, wasn't going to let anyone, especially her older sister, get the upper hand.

Arya had always been a bit of a tomboy, and had never been close to any girl her own age, and definitely not close enough to feel comfortable experimenting like she knew other girls in her age group had done. She knew Sansa had experimented with Margaery, but it was just experimenting, and Sansa had continued to long for her brother and Margaery continued to sleep her way through the university's student body and faculty. Never had she ever thought about her sister this way, but then, given her feelings for Jon, if she were going to have a lesbian experience, then it would probably be with her sister. Only now that probably was a definitely.

The sisters duelled with their tongues, Arya refusing to submit to her older sister, like she had been her entire life, and Sansa demanding her younger sister act the way she's supposed to, like she had been her entire life. But as their kiss continued it became less about forcing the other to bend, and more about the pleasure, the feel and the taste of each other. Sansa's hands each for Arya's breasts, and began to squeeze and caress them through her t-shirt. The younger sister soon followed suit, enjoying the feel of her older sister's naked breasts, as well as her brother's continued efforts between her legs.

Growing up, Arya hated being compared to her sister in anyway, but none so more as via her appearance. Sansa had always been prettier with little effort and it annoyed Arya to no end when their mother told her to be more ladylike like Sansa, which usually just add the opposite effort. But when they were teenagers, Arya developed as all girls do, and took no small measure of delight she her bra size overtook Sansa's. At the time, it had led to more fights, as if the girls needed another reason to fight, but like all things, the progress of time made it all seem irrelevant, especially after the tragedy that struck their family.

However, as the sisters continued kissing and groping each other, Sansa seemed no longer content to molest her sister through the fabric of her t-shirt. She removed her hands from Arya's breasts, and felt her disappointed groan in the kiss, and slid them underneath the garment. She then pulled the t-shirt up, bunching it against her clavicle and expressing her bouncing C-cups. Then she pulled away from the incestuous kiss and gazed lustfully at her younger sister. "So pretty, little sister," Sansa cooed erotically, causing the younger girl to blush.

Before Arya could formulate a response, which became increasingly difficult as Jon's fingers now joined his tongue in pleasuring her, Sansa lowered her mouth onto her left breast. She took the hardened nipple into her mouth and began noisily sucking on it, earning another gasp from the younger girl.

Never before had Arya experienced the amount of pleasure she was currently experiencing. Sure, Gendry had eaten her out, or had tried to, and sucked on her tits, but obviously he couldn't do both at the same time. Another advantage of having sex with both her siblings. "Jon… Sansa… ah… so good…" the younger girl moaned.

If Jon had to pick one thing to eat for the rest of his life, it would be his sisters' pussies. They tasted sweet but different, Sansa tasting more like honey while Arya's flavour was more citrusy. The difference in taste didn't matter to him though, as he could happily eat them out till the end of time. And the sounds that came from their soft lips made the whole experience even better, Arya's soft gasps just as treasured as Sansa's throaty moans.

He also liked the way Arya started to squirm around in front of him more and more, even if it did make his job harder. He brought his hands up to her thighs, securing her in place as he continued his ministrations. The way she squirmed, even in his grasp, and the increase in the volume of the erotic noises she was making led him to think that wasn't far off coming, and he was desperate to taste her climax.

Arya felt the build-up, her brother and sister working her up to what she was sure was going to be an amazing orgasm. She tried to control herself, to prolong the build-up and create a greater sensation, but it was so difficult, with her sibling's fingers, lips and tongues driving her to the brink. "Jon… ah… Sansa… oh gods… ah… OH FUCK…" Arya cried as her willpower gave way and she came undone.

Sansa couldn't help but smirk around her sister's nipple as she heard her cries of orgasmic bliss fill the kitchen. Pulling off the tit and standing upright, she gazed down at the younger woman. "Told you he was good at it," she quipped smugly, the older sister in her never missing an opportunity to tell the younger sibling 'I told you so'.

Jon gave a small chuckle into the youngest sister's womanhood at Sansa's words, although he was thankful that Arya didn't react to them, as she seemed to be overcome with her peak. Had she reacted to Sansa's goading, as she normally would have, then it would have been difficult to lap up Arya's orgasm, and as childish as it was to think it, Jon didn't want to be denied such as treat.

"Enjoying her cunt?" came Sansa's voice with an edge of humour to it. She laughed when his only response was the nodding of his curly hair.

Eventually, Arya's senses returned to her, and she saw that Sansa had taken half a step back, eying the couple with undisguised amusement and lust in her eyes. She could also still feel Jon's tongue lapping at her pussy and knew that she wanted more. Much more. "I need you Jon," she moaned desperately. "I need to feel you inside me… I need you to fuck me…"

"Geez, Arya, you're such a horny slut, desperate for her big brother's cock," Sansa jeered with a good-natured look on her face.

Arya growled at her sister's words, but before she could respond, she squealed as Jon grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up, placing her astride his lap as he sat down in a chair. "Ignore her Arya," Jon reassured his youngest sister as he rubbed his restored hardon against her wet slit. "She said the exact same thing last night after I made her cum on my tongue as well."

Sansa's smug look vanished as her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. "Don't tell her that," the redhead pouted, earning a triumphant laugh from the younger Stark girl.

Jon shook his head in amusement. "I don't know why you two fight so much," he laughed. "You two are so much alike."

This earned him incredulous looks from both of the girls. "I don't think anyone has ever said that," said Sansa with a frown.

"Ever," finished Arya.

"Then I guess I know you two better than anyone else," cheered Jon, with a smile. "After all, you both dated other guys to get over someone else, you both love me more than anything," this earned an identical blush from both girls, causing Jon to laugh again. "You react to situations in a very similar way, and if you need any more proof, look at the other blushing and know that you look the same."

The girls' gazes met and saw that their brother was correct. "But there is perhaps one thing that makes you more a like than anything else," their brother continued.

"And what's that," asked Sansa, with an annoyed look.

"You're both desperate for your big brother's cock," he finished, lifting Arya up a few inches, then lining his cock up with her womanhood and impaling her.

Arya shrieked in surprise, which quickly morphed into delight. He and Gendry were about the same length, although Jon was much thicker than her ex, stretching her womanhood in ways that she hadn't thought possible, wonderfully so. "Jon… oh fuck… gods… so big…" she moaned as her brother began fucking her in earnest.

Sansa grumbled to herself as she saw her older brother turn their younger sister into a moaning whore, crying out for more of his brotherly cock. She felt annoyed at how easily Jon proved his point, and both she and Arya were hungry for his cock. Although she couldn't blame Arya too much, after all, were she in the younger girl's position, Sansa would be acting the exact same way. In fact she had been, less than an hour before Arya had caught them in the act.

But like most of what she had witnessed in the past half hour, the sight of tiny little Arya writhing on Jon's lap was extremely hot. She was so aroused by the sight that she was tempted to pull up another chair next to them and start fingering herself until Jon had finished with their sister and returned to her. Instead though, Sansa decided on another course, electing to take a small measure of vengeance for Arya's voyeurism.

Arya was so caught up in the sensations of having Jon's member in her cunt that she missed her sister's movements until Sansa was right next to her, with one of the redhead's soft hands running the length of the younger girl's spine. "Sansa… what…" she murmured, feeling the still moving hand travel across her arse and between her cheeks.

Of course, Sansa was saved from further questioning when Arya gave another erotic gasp as Jon leaned down to capture one of the brunette's stiff nipples in his mouth, suckling her boob as she continued to fuck her. This meant that when Sansa slid two of her slim fingers into Arya's puckered arsehole, the younger girl was caught completely unaware.

"SANSA…" Arya squealed, releasing a high-pitched shriek.

"Hush little sister," Sansa said patronisingly. "After all the times you've probably spied on either Jon or myself, you should be luck I'm not fucking your arse with something much bigger." Pausing for a moment and sliding her fingers deeper, earning another gasp. "And don't think I still haven't ruled that idea out yet."

She felt the ring of muscles clench around her fingers, and given the way Jon grunted, her pussy must have done the same. "Like that idea, do you? Your big brother fucking your tiny cunt while big sister pounds your arse with a strapon?"

"No… I… ah… oh gods… not that…" she protested.

Sansa laughed before Jon piped up. "Not until… I've fucked her arse…" he groaned, thrusting with each pause. "And yours." he added as an afterthought.

The older Stark girl felt her arouse increase, and as she moved her fingers inside Arya's arsehole, she felt her sister being similarly affected. Clearly, they were very depraved when it came to their brother, if their current situation wasn't proof enough. "That's right Jon," she promised sinfully. "Our mouths, our pussies, our arses; they're all yours. Whenever, wherever you want. We are yours."

Arya's frantic nod confirmed the younger girl's feelings on the matter. "Yes… ah… all yours…"

Jon smiled at his girls. "That's right... you are mine," he said, his voice thick with love and lust. "And I am yours... Both of yours."

He finished his statement with another thrust, getting as much of his cock inside Arya as she could handle and returning his mouth to her tit. Given the pleased moan she gave, she was happy to be filled to the brim with her brother's cock. And if he had anything to say about it, it would be a feeling that both of his sisters would enjoy frequently.

Arya enjoyed the words of love that Jon and Sansa spoke, but the physical pleasuring was becoming overwhelming in the best way possible. The mouth on her boob, the fingers in her arsehole and the cock in her cunt were all sending her over the edge, and the promises made by the siblings meant that Arya would never be denied this sensations in the future. Not that her mind could truly comprehend such complex thoughts at this moment in time. "Jon… Sansa… oh fuck… oh fuck… OH FUCK…" Arya screamed as she came, her walls crushing the manhood that filled her.

When Jon first fucked Sansa to an orgasm, he thought she was been incredibly tight in the wall her climaxing womanhood felt around his dick. Yet that sensation paled in comparison of that he was currently experiencing, Arya's smaller size making her even tighter. Naturally, there was only so much he could resist while inside his sister. "Fuck… ah… Arya…" Jon grunted, his cock releasing his seed inside her.

As Sansa removed her fingers from Arya, she smirked as she watched her siblings enjoy their respective climaxes. If she had known that this would be the result of Arya getting drunk and oversharing, Sansa would have bought her a whole case of Iron Island Whiskey years ago. Of course, that didn't mean that the gorgeous redhead was going to let Arya get away with her past indiscretions.

When both of her siblings had calmed down from their orgasms, she grabbed Arya by the arm and pulled her off their brother, earning protests from both. "Oh, calm down," Sansa said with a roll of her eyes as she grabbed another chair and sat her naked self down before forcing her younger sister to her knees and between the older woman's legs. "You can fuck each other again later. Right now, you still need to pay for being a dirty voyeur, and I'm so horny from watching you two, so now you're going to fuck me with your tongue until I cum, and if you do a good job, I might let Jon fuck your arse while you eat me out again."

Slowly, very slowly, Jon Snow opened his sleepy eyes, his mind foggy from sleep. Gazing to his bedside table, he saw that his clock telling him it was five thirty in the morning, Boxing Day. Christmas day had been and gone and Jon could easily say that it had been the best Christmas ever. Sure it wasn't the family filled feasts and gathering of his childhood, but that was ok. He had Sansa and Arya in his life, and that was all he needed. Well, that, and Bran's happiness as well, but given how the last time he saw Bran was when Jon accidently walked in on him and Meera having very loud sex, he imagined his younger brother had very few complaints.

His gaze moved down his chest, spying red and brown locks sprayed across his chest and mingling with each other. He, Sansa and Arya had spent the rest of the day fucking, briefly stopping from a quick and improvised Christmas feast before returning to their feast of fucking. He still laughed at how Arya protested against eating out Sansa but the older sister was having none of that, and didn't give the little sister a choice.

Of course, Arya, despite her initial complaining, quickly grew to love the taste of her older sister, especially when there were still traces of their brother's seed inside her. And Sansa quite obviously found Arya's performance satisfactory, as once she came, she commanded Jon to bring himself to her chair, sucked his cock until it was nice and wet and then told her older brother to pound their younger sister's arsehole till her screamed. Unsurprisingly, neither Jon nor Arya offered any resistance to this plan.

The rest of the afternoon continued in a similar fashion. Kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, balcony, pool, missionary, doggy, cowgirl, mouth, pussy, arse. Every room, every position, every orifice, the siblings explored their lusts all over the luxury apartment. Finally, after Sansa and Arya riding his cock and face respectively on the living room floor, they decided it was time to go to sleep, if for no other reason than so they wouldn't be too tired tomorrow to continue fucking each other. Perhaps Jon's favourite thing about Christmas this year was how after fucking him all day, neither sister had even the tiniest inclination of sleeping in their own rooms. It was the best night of his life, falling asleep with an arm around each sister.

He closed his eyes, and allowed sleep to retake him, enjoying the feeling of his sister's naked bodies against his own as he dozed off. Yes, this Christmas had definitely been the best one yet, only to be overshadowed by the next one, and every day in between now and then.

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