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“So your dad never met the guy?” Jon asked.

“I think they met a couple times,” Rhaenys replied as she honked her horn. “The light’s green, asshole!”

“He and our great-uncle apparently corresponded for years,” Daenerys commented next to him. “We never actually met him, though.”

“Old Uncle Aemon became somewhat of a hermit in his old age,” Visenya said. “If you live long enough, you eventually outlive everyone you ever knew.  The poor guy was a hundred and two.”

“So this was more than your great-uncle then,” Jon commented. “How many greats?”

“No clue,” Daenerys said.

“Great-great, I think,” Rhaenys said. “He was our great-great-grandfather’s older brother.”

“That would make him our great-great-great-uncle,” Visenya said. “He would have been your great-great-uncle, little aunt.”

“Will you not call me that?!” Daenerys groaned, earning laughter from both of her nieces.

Jon watched the display and smiled.  It had to be odd to be younger than either of your older brother’s kids, though growing up, Daenerys would have been like a little sister to them.  By the time he had met the three, Daenerys already knew that Rhaegar wasn’t her father and that he had taken her in after the untimely deaths of her parents.

“Did your mum say when they expected to meet us there?” Visenya asked.

“Their flight should have left an hour ago,” Jon replied. “It’s about an hour from Lys to King’s Landing, and the ferry took us like thirty minutes, so I’d expect them before it gets dark.”

His mother and stepfather had been planning their trip to Lys, the place where they met, for weeks when they got the news that old Aemon Targaryen had died.  As Rhaegar was his only living heir, Jon’s stepfather had been left the old family castle on the island of Dragonstone.  Not wanting to reschedule their trip, he and Lyanna had decided to go to Lys and then travel to Dragonstone after they returned, asking the four of them to go on ahead and wait for them.

Just then, Jon’s phone rang, and, pulling it out of his pocket, he furrowed his brow at what he saw.

“It’s Mum,” he said in confusion.

“I guess the flight got delayed,” Daenerys said.

“I guess,” Jon said as he answered it. “Hey, Mum, what’s up?”

“Jon, thank goodness!” Lyanna said. “Where are you?”

“On Dragonstone,” Jon said. “Rhae’s driving us to the castle.  What’s wrong?”

“Our flight got turned around,” Lyanna said, sounding terribly frustrated. “We were already in the air when the captain announced that a freak storm had come barreling in and that we were going to have to head back to Lys.  Now we’re stuck in this bloody airport and have no idea when we’re going to be able to board another flight.”

“Lya, it’s alright,” Jon heard his stepfather say, his voice muffled. “The storm front doesn’t seem to be that big, so it should pass soon enough.”

Lyanna sighed audibly and said, “we don’t know how long this is going to take us.  In the worst-case scenario, we could be stuck here all night.  You’re already there, so there’s no sense in heading back.  Just head to the castle and I’ll call when we touch down in Westeros again.”

“Will do,” Jon said, ignoring the confused looks he was getting from the others. “I’m sorry, Mum.”

“So am I,” Lyanna grumbled. “We’ll see you when we see you.  Bye.”

“Bye,” Jon said just as she hung up.

“What’s wrong?” Visenya asked.

“Their flight got delayed,” Jon said. “Actually, it got turned around after they were already in the air.  Some storm, apparently.”

“That sucks,” Daenerys said.

“Yes, but it does mean that we’ll probably have a freaking castle all to ourselves ton...oh fuck me!” Rhaenys exclaimed. “Is that…”

She trailed off, looking in awe at the imposing-looking castle that stood before them in the distance.

“That’s Dragonstone,” Visenya said. “Did you not look at the street-view images I sent you?”

“I was busy,” Rhaenys said dismissively, still staring at the castle in awe.

“I know it’s impressive, but please keep your eyes on the road,” Visenya sighed. “I’d rather get there in one piece if possible.”

Jon noticed Rhaenys roll her eyes before she looked back in front of her.

“So this place has just been in your family forever?” Jon asked.

“Mmhmm,” Daenerys replied. “As the eldest living son, Uncle Aemon inherited it after his father died, but he never married or had children, so it went to Rhaegar.”

“It is pretty incredible,” Jon said, taking in more of the details as they drew closer. “You lot really like dragons.”

“You’ve seen my tattoos,” Daenerys said, and Jon suppressed a shudder.

Rhaegar had not been pleased to learn that Daenerys had gotten tattoos of three dragons on her back, but Jon thought they looked bloody hot.  Having grown up as an only child, Jon appreciated the idea of getting step-siblings when his mother and Rhaegar brought up the idea of them getting married and moving in together.  He had hit puberty not long after, however, and suddenly there had been a downside to having step-sisters and a step-aunt who were so painfully beautiful.  He had grown to love them, but he would be lying if he said that living with them hadn’t been torture at times.

“Here we are,” Rhaenys said as they arrived.

Reaching out with the fob Rhaegar had given them, they watched as the gate slowly swung open and drove inside.

“This place is awesome,” Jon said, looking up at the ancient fortress in awe.

“I’ll say,” Rhaenys said.

“Do you know what your dad wants to do with it?” Jon asked.

“No clue,” Visenya said. “There would be some pretty heavy downsides to moving here, but I can’t say living in a castle wouldn’t be cool.”

As they entered the place and turned on the lights, they looked around at the rather dreary décor and walked into the first room they found.

“Mum’s not going to like all the dust,” Jon commented, swiping his finger along a wood panel and drawing a visible line in the sea of gray.

“Apparently Uncle Aemon outlived most of the people who used to work here too,” Visenya said. “How he managed to live here alone while entirely blind, I have no idea.”

“Rhaegar said that his mind remained sharp to the end,” Daenerys said.

“I wonder if there are any secret passages in here,” Rhaenys said.

“It’s an old castle,” Jon said. “I’d be surprised if there weren’t any.”

“Let’s explore,” Daenerys said. “It’s early, and we have plenty of time before dinner.  Speaking of, what are we doing for dinner?”

“There’s a pizza place that delivers not too far from here,” Visenya said. “I looked around before we left in case our parents were delayed.”

“I’m surprised this place even has pizza places,” Rhaenys said.

“The island’s not that small,” Visenya commented.

As the four of them explored the castle, Jon noted that he hadn’t had any idea just how into dragons the Targaryens of old were.  The motif was present in nearly all of the decorating and design choices made over the centuries, up to and including the entrance to the massive dining room, which was shaped like the mouth of a giant dragon.

“Imagine if we had come here as children,” Daenerys said as they climbed the steps of the first tower they came across. “It would have been so much fun.”

“This place isn’t exactly child-friendly,” Visenya said dryly. “Rhaenys would have broken her neck.”

“Sad thing is, you’re probably right,” Rhaenys snorted.

Rhaegar had joked more than once that his sportier daughter hadn’t willingly sat still for more than a moment since she learned to walk.

“Look at that view!” Daenerys said as she rushed into the room at the top of the tower.

From the large balcony attached to the room, you could see clear across half of the island.

“It’s a shame Uncle Aemon never married,” Daenerys said. “I can’t imagine how romantic it would be to see the sunset from here in the arms of a lover.”

Jon looked over at Daenerys for a moment; the image she had painted was clear in his mind.  When she caught his eyes, he quickly averted them, looking out at the skyline and blushing slightly.

“As nice as this is, I’m going to check around for rooms more likely to have secret passages,” Rhaenys said.

“We should probably stick together,” Visenya said. “This place is huge, and we could conceivably get lost.”

“You’re probably right,” Jon said. “You coming, Dany?”

“Yeah, sure,” Daenerys replied, following along.

They spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the ancient castle.  The novelty wore off quickly enough as they found countless rooms that, while richly decorated, weren’t particularly special on their own.  There were a few rooms that stood out, such as the library they practically had to drag Visenya out of and an armory containing actual suits of armor and swords that Jon and Rhaenys agreed that they were definitely going to look through later without the others around.  They were just about to start exploring the basement when hunger set in, and they decided to order pizza.

“I can’t believe there wasn’t a single secret passage,” Rhaenys grumbled as she finished off another slice.

“You certainly pawed at every stone and light fixture we came across,” Visenya snorted. “What’s with you and secret passageways anyway?”

“They’re the coolest part of any old mansion or castle in TV shows,” Rhaenys said. “Back me up, Jon.”

“It would be really cool to find a part of the castle that no one had seen in decades, even centuries,” Jon admitted.

“See, not everyone is a stick in the mud, Vis,” Rhaenys snarked at her overly mature younger sister.

Visenya just stuck her tongue out, proving that her maturity had limits.

“This is really good,” Daenerys said as she grabbed another slice of pepperoni and mushroom pizza.

“Yeah, it really is,” Jon agreed, finishing off another slice of barbecue chicken pizza.

“The place was well reviewed from what I found,” Visenya said.

“Well, kudos for this one,” Rhaenys said. “What made you even bother looking up places around here?”

“Nothing in particular,” Visenya said. “I just always assume things will go wrong and plan accordingly.”

“You are so much like Dad,” Rhaenys laughed, leaning on a cabinet, only for it to turn inward. “What the fuck?!”

That exclamation, given while Rhaenys caught herself, quickly gave way to sheer excitement as she realized what she had stumbled across.

“I did say I’d be surprised if there were no secret passages,” Jon said, whipping out his phone and using the flashlight to peer inside. “Shit, this goes pretty far down.”

“Well, let’s check it out,” Rhaenys said.

“Hold on, we have no idea what’s down there,” Daenerys said. “It could be full of snakes or rats.”

“We could go back to the armory if you’re concerned,” Rhaenys said with a grin. “There was a pretty wicked-looking warhammer there that could do some serious damage.  It would be like polo, only squishier.”

“I don’t even wear makeup, and I’m still the more feminine of us,” Visenya snarked.

“I doubt it’s full of anything alive,” Jon said. “Look at the sheer amount of dust in here.  It’s possible Aemon didn’t even know this was here, and if that’s true, then any food that might have been stored here would have turned to dust by now.”

“You have a point,” Visenya said. “If you two want to lead the way, I’m happy to go with you.”

“You really don’t think it could be full of rats?” Daenerys asked.

“I’d protect you if it was,” Jon said, earning a gentle blush from the beautiful blonde, “but no, I don’t think it could be full of rats.”

“Let’s go then,” Rhaenys said, pulling out her phone.

With the four phone lights shining ahead of them, they slowly and carefully descended the stone steps.  It was a narrow hallway that looked like it was all carved from stone and they were forced to go down it in a single file, but they made their way to the bottom quickly enough.  The door that they found wasn’t locked, but disuse had stiffened it enough that Rhaenys had trouble getting it open.

“Budge, damn it!” she growled.

“Let me give it a try,” Jon said, earning himself a death glare from the gorgeous brunette.  Holding up his hands placatingly, he said, “I’m not saying you’re weak, but I weigh forty pounds more than you.  That has to help a little.”

“Fine,” Rhaenys said, “have at it.”

In the narrow passageway, they had to brush right against each other as they switched places, and if the smirk on Rhaenys’ face was any indication, Jon did not succeed in hiding his reaction to feeling her body press against his.  Shaking his head, Jon turned the handle, finding that it moved as easily as it seemed to, and tried to force open the door.

“Wow, this fucker’s stuck,” he murmured as it barely budged.

“Could it be blocked from the other side?” Visenya asked.

“No,” Rhaenys replied before he could. “I could feel it move a little.  It wasn’t like there were heavy boxes piled up right behind it.  I think the hinges are just fucked.”

“We could oil them,” Daenerys said. “There’s probably oil around here somewhere.”

“If it...comes to that...then we can go...looking,” Jon said as he slammed his shoulder into the door repeatedly. “I think it’s moving.”

“Really?” Rhaenys asked.

“Yeah,” Jon said, rolling his shoulder. “Just a little more.”

He tried a couple more times with little noticeable effect, but one more attempt did it.  Pushing the door open, the screeching of the hinges being forced to move again after who knows how many years of inactivity echoed through the room.

“Got it,” Jon said, feeling smug.

Rhaenys just crossed her arms and said, “I loosened it.”

“Of course,” Jon said patronizingly, just to piss her off.  He was very surprised when she didn’t even notice his comment, instead just staring into the room with wide eyes. “Uh, Rhaenys?”

“Jon, turn around,” Rhaenys said.

Doing so, his jaw dropped at what he saw, and he said, “holy shit!”

Before him lay a sizable mostly empty room, the walls of which were filled with holes containing dusty-looking bottles of wine.  He wandered in and shone his flashlight around, taking note of just how many bottles there seemed to be.

“Ugh!” Jon grunted as Rhaenys punched him in the ribs, not terribly hard, but hard enough to hurt.  Apparently, she had heard him.

“What’s...oh wow,” Visenya said as she joined them.

“Oh, its a secret wine cellar!” Daenerys exclaimed. “Cool.”

“Cool?” Rhaenys asked. “It’s way more than cool.  Do you know what this means?”

“That our parents won’t have to buy wine for a while?” Visenya said.

“That we have access to a wine cellar they don’t know about,” Rhaenys said, grinning evilly. “They don’t know this place exists; they don’t know how many bottles are in it…”

Visenya just sighed and buried her head in her hand before walking over and grabbing one of the bottles. “We don’t even know if these are any good.  The idea that wine can be kept forever is a myth and...holy shit!”

“What?” Jon asked.

“Well, first off, this place hasn’t been abandoned for centuries,” Visenya said as she finished dusting off the bottle. “This bottle, for instance, is sixteen years old.”

“Why the reaction?” Daenerys asked.

“Because it’s sixteen-year-old Redwyne Special Reserve,” Visenya said. “This thing could be worth hundreds, even thousands, of dragons.”

“For real?” Rhaenys asked in disbelief.

“Trust me,” Visenya said. “You spend enough time hanging out with Desmera Redwyne, her father will tell you everything there is to know about wine, whether you like it or not.  He might have actually bottled this one himself.  I know he did a lot of the grunt work when his father still ran the winery.”

“I guess that means it’s tasty then,” Rhaenys said.

“Probably delicious,” Visenya admitted as she put it back. “Let’s just look around and see what the others are.”

The four of them went around the room, looking through bottles.  Some were so old that Visenya thought that even for fine wine, they were probably pushing it, and others were around the same age as the other one.

“I guess Aemon just stopped buying wine fifteen years ago,” Jon said.

“He would have been in his late eighties by then,” Visenya said. “Maybe he just couldn’t drink anymore.”

“Poor guy,” Rhaenys said. “So, as our resident expert, what bottles would you suggest?”

“Bottles?” Visenya asked, emphasizing the plurality.

“Two for the four of us,” Rhaenys said.

“The ferries have stopped by now, so our parents won’t be here until tomorrow,” Jon added.

“Honestly, that sounds like fun,” Visenya said, relenting entirely.  She grabbed a couple bottles and handed one to Jon.

The four of them headed up and returned to their dinner, opening the bottles once they managed to find a corkscrew.

“That these are moving so well is a good sign,” Visenya said, as the cork was just about free. “There!  Oh, this smells lovely.”

“I found glasses,” Rhaenys announced, walking in with four held precariously in her hands.

“Let me take two of those,” Daenerys said, rushing over.

With fine wine and good pizza, the four of them quickly settled in for a relaxing night.  That is, until Rhaenys had an idea.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” she said.

“Why?” Visenya asked.

“Cause we’re alone, and I don’t feel like doing any more exploring,” Rhaenys said. “It’s not like we found a TV, much less an internet router.”

“Yeah, this place is rather…” Jon trailed off. “Let’s just say that I can believe that its former resident was a hundred and two.”

“I was just going to go through that library,” Visenya said.

“Oh, come on,” Rhaenys complained. “Could you just have fun for one night?”

“Fine,” Visenya said, pouring the last of the first bottle’s contents into her glass. “You start.”

“Gladly,” Rhaenys said, taking the bottle and wandering over to an open area of the floor.  Once they had all sat down, she spun the bottle, and it ended pointing at Jon. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Jon said, not particularly wanting to see what she’d dare him to do.

“Wimp,” Rhaenys snickered playfully. “Okay...what was your first opinion of all of us?”

“Really?” Jon aske.

“I’m keeping things mild to start,” Rhaenys said.

Jon just rolled his eyes and said, “I was ten years old, and you were girls.  I thought you were weird.”

“You didn’t think we were cute?” Rhaenys asked mischievously.

“One question at a time, Rhaenys,” Jon smirked, rolling the bottle.  When it stopped at Daenerys, he asked, “truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Daenerys said, earning an ooo from Rhaenys.

Jon thought about it for a moment before saying, “I dare you to show us the last text you sent.”

“Oh, that’s a good one,” Rhaenys said.

“You’re lucky its mundane,” Daenerys said, narrowing her eyes.  She showed her phone and opened up the last conversation she replied to, showing that she had texted Rhaegar that she hoped his flight went well.

Spinning the bottle, it pointed at Visenya, who quickly said, “truth.”

“Who was your first kiss?” Daenerys asked, making the older girl sputter.

“Dany!” Visenya hissed.

“You, Vis, have not had enough to drink,” Rhaenys said, filling her glass from the other bottle.

Visenya snorted and took a sip, shaking her head. “Margaery and I practiced as girls.”

“You should have specified first boy,” Rhaenys said.

Visenya spun the bottle, and when it pointed at Jon, he said, “dare.”

“I dare you to tell us your most mortifying story,” Visenya said, making his eyes widen. “I can be fun, you know.”

Jon downed the rest of his glass and shuddered. “Promise me that none of you will repeat a word of this to anyone.”

“This should be good,” Rhaenys said, grinning.

Jon just stared at them until they all gave their word. “So you know how I’ve never learned who my father is?”

“Yeah,” Visenya said.

“Well, the story I got when I was finally old enough to ask why I didn’t have a dad was that they met briefly at a party and then he disappeared,” Jon said.

“We know they knew each other for at least seven seconds,” Rhaenys said, earning a glare from him.

“When I was a little older, she confessed that she was so drunk at the party that she legitimately didn’t know who he was,” Jon continued.

“So she was taken advantage of?” Daenerys asked.

“She insisted that that wasn’t the case,” Jon said.

“I’m not getting how this is your most mortifying story,” Visenya said.

“I’m getting to it,” Jon said. “I came home one day a couple years ago to find Mum and Ashara hanging out and having a glass of wine.  She wasn’t aware I was home, and they were talking about the night I was conceived.”

“Yeah?” Rhaenys asked, looking intrigued.

“I don’t remember all of what I heard, since I’m pretty sure I repressed it immediately, but all I know is that I heard the word gloryhole and ran away as fast as I could,” Jon said.

Rhaenys burst out laughing, while Visenya and Daenerys just stared at him with their jaws dropped.

“Does she know you overheard her?” Visenya asked.

“She had no reaction when I next saw her, not that I could look her in the eye for a month,” Jon said, shuddering, “so I don’t think so.”

“Lyanna’s always seemed so proper and responsible,” Daenerys said.

“Apparently she wasn’t always,” Rhaenys giggled. “So she legitimately doesn’t know who knocked her up?”

“Who the hell uses a gloryhole without a condom?” Visenya asked, earning blank stares from all of them. “You three do know I’m not a bloody septa, right?”

“Maybe the condom broke,” Daenerys suggested.

“I don’t want to think about what happened,” Jon said. “Having that image put into my head at all was mortifying.  To answer your question, Rhaenys, yeah, neither of us will ever likely know who he is, and since I look so much like my uncles, I doubt I’d see myself in the guy if we ever met.”

“It’s almost uncanny how much you look like Ned and Brandon,” Visenya said. “Less so, like Benjen.”

“The purple eyes are my only non-Stark trait,” Jon said.

“I just had a funny thought: what if it was Dad?” Rhaenys asked.

“Huh?” Jon asked.

“I was just thinking that you would have been conceived right around the time Mum died,” Rhaenys said.

“And they just happened to find each other again years later?” Visenya scoffed.

“It would probably be the most romantic story to ever involve a gloryhole,” Daenerys commented.

“I highly doubt it,” Jon said dryly, “and I really like to stop thinking about this.”

Spinning the bottle, he smirked when it pointed at Rhaenys and he said, “dare.”

“How much have you had to drink?” Jon asked.

“A couple small glasses,” Rhaenys replied, shrugging.

“I dare you to try to do a handstand,” Jon said.

“Dick,” Rhaenys muttered, standing up.

The night continued on like that for a while, with the four of them polishing off the second bottle as well while continuing their game.  Dares were done, truths were told, and it didn’t get too bad for anyone involved until Rhaenys finally got Jon again.

“Truth,” Jon said, still weary of accepting dares from her.

“We’re banning truth in a few more rounds,” Rhaenys said. “What did Ygritte see in you?”

“What do you mean?” Jon asked, feeling a sense of dread form.

“It was fucking weird seeing my classmate as a senior date my freshman stepbrother,” Rhaenys said. “I never really knew her, and even while you two saw each other, that didn’t really change.  The one time that I tried to ask, all she said was that if I knew, I’d understand.  So what was it?”

Jon shifted in his seat, not wanting to answer the question.  All three pairs of violet eyes were peering at him expectantly.

“Come on, Jon,” Visenya hiccuped. “You fuckers have made me fess up to all kinds of things tonight.  You can answer her.”

“If you ever picked dare, we wouldn’t have learned about that incident with Daemon Sand in the library,” Rhaenys giggled.

“It was my penis,” Jon said reluctantly.

“Huh?” Daenerys asked.

“She’s a huge size queen,” Jon said, “and I’m above average, so when she walked in on me getting a handjob at a party once, I drew her eye.”

“How much above average?” Rhaenys asked breathlessly.

“You already asked your question,” Jon said, tugging at his collar.

“I vote that we ban truth going forward,” Rhaenys said.

“I second,” Visenya said, staring at him openly.

“Visenya!” Jon exclaimed in shock.

“I third,” Daenerys said, blushing.

Jon couldn’t decide if he was excited or worried about where this might be going, but with half a bottle of fine wine in him, he wasn’t thinking of stopping at all.  Spinning the bottle, he grinned when it landed on Visenya, who gulped.

“I dare you to show us your tattoo,” Jon said, earning a glare.

“Thanks again for asking about that, Dany,” Visenya grumbled.  Standing up and turning around, she pulled her jeans down just far enough to show the little ankh on her right buttcheek.

“I can’t believe you got that,” Daenerys giggled.

“I can’t believe Dad hasn’t found out yet,” Rhaenys said.

“The one time I got pissed drunk,” Visenya grumbled. “I learned that it’s something best avoided.”

“Remind me to get Falia something nice,” Rhaenys laughed.

Spinning the bottle, Visenya’s face split into an almost feral grin when it looked like it was going to land on Rhaenys, and then faltered slightly when it stopped at Daenerys. “Fuck it, Dany, I dare you to climb into Jon’s lap and make out with him for a minute.”

“What?!” Daenerys exclaimed in alarm.

“Vis!” Jon exclaimed.

“I was going to dare you to do this, but Dany works too,” Visenya said, looking at Rhaenys.

“Guys, I think this is going a little far,” Jon said, desperate, even in his drunken state, not to cross any lines that couldn’t be uncrossed.

“Do you think I’m ugly?” Daenerys asked in a small voice.

“What?” Jon asked in disbelief. “Of course not!”

No one sane could call any of the three women around him ugly.  Visenya and Daenerys had always looked more like sisters than her and Rhaenys did, with both inheriting the classical Valyrian looks from that side of the family.  Rhaenys favored her mother, looking a great deal like her cousin Arianne, albeit with her father’s purple eyes.  They were all stunning beyond words, and Jon had been trying for years not to acknowledge just how much he wanted all of them.

“Good,” Daenerys purred, crawling over to him.

He was too entranced by the sight of her gorgeous eyes, dark with lust, staring at him to even react until she was already in his lap and kissing him.  Fireworks inside his brain, that was the best way that he could describe the effect that kissing Daenerys had on him.  His willpower evaporated in an instant, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as she started grinding herself on him.  He groaned into her mouth, in complete shock at the sudden hurricane of passion that the small blonde unleashed.  Suddenly, he wondered if she had wanted him for as long as he had wanted her.

“Wow,” Visenya said.

“Go Dany!” Rhaenys laughed.

“Oh gods, you feel so big,” Daenerys purred against his ear.

“How big?” Rhaenys asked, and Daenerys froze as though she had actually forgotten that they weren’t alone.

“Um,” she said, backing away from him and blushing.

Rhaenys pointed the bottle at him and said, “drop em.”

Jon was too turned on to think straight and quickly stood up, undoing his belt and freeing his cock from his pants.  Triplet gasps reached him, and he felt his cock throb at the looks of lust and desire he got from all three of them.

“Holy fuck,” Daenerys said.

“You could do porn,” Rhaenys gawked.

“That’s more than above average, Jon,” Visenya said, looking at him in awe.

He hadn’t actually known how big he was until Ygritte told him, always assuming that the guys he saw in porn were normal.  Even the almost muted awe of the drunk chick whose name he couldn’t recall who had been jerking him off when the fiery redhead walked in didn’t clue him in.  As he stood there, enjoying the lusty looks his step-sisters were giving him, though, he appreciated his size more than he ever had before.

“Shit,” Rhaenys said. “If I knew you were hung like this, I’d have fucked you years ago.”

“Really?” Jon asked.

Rhaenys pulled her tight-fitting croptop off, revealing her gorgeous breasts, and removed her shorts almost as quickly, kicking them and her panties across the room.

“Really,” Rhaenys said, staring at his cock like it was the first meal she’d had in weeks.

Jon looked her up and down, almost unable to believe what he was seeing.  Rhaenys had been highly athletic all her life, and it showed in her body.  Her arms and legs were greatly toned, and her flat abdomen actually showed the beginnings of abs.  Her breasts, likely a cup size smaller than they would be if she wasn’t as athletic as she was, were nonetheless a sizeable handful, the perky mounds sitting high on her chest, capped by large, pink nipples.  Her wide hips also showed a natural curviness that no workout routine or sports obsession could do away with.  As she twirled around, Jon groaned at the sight of her arse, every bit as round, firm, and huge as he’d always known it would be.

“Uh, are you sure about this?” Visenya asked.

“Sure as I’ve ever been about anything,” Rhaenys replied. “You can join in, stay and just watch, or fuck off to your library, Vis.”

“I’d rather you stay,” Jon said, grinning wickedly at the beautiful blonde.

Rhaenys rushed into his arms and kissed him deeply, moaning into his mouth as he sucked on her tongue.  His hands found the round globes of her arse and kneaded them as she pressed herself against his body.  His cock pressed against her, and he groaned at the feeling.

“Fuck me,” Rhaenys hissed as she wrapped her hands around it. “My fingers don’t even touch.  You’d look like a fucking giant in Dany’s little hands.”

“Let’s find out,” Daenerys said, joining them and adding her hand to Rhaenys’.

“Fuck,” Jon groaned, enjoying the sheer fact that both of them had their hands on his cock even more than the actual feeling.

“Look at the precum,” Daenerys said, pointing at the dewy drop that had formed.

“Hmm, I think he likes having the both of us here with our hands on him,” Rhaenys said, smirking. “I think you’ll like this even more.”

Without another word, Rhaenys sank to her knees and licked across the head of his cock, collecting his precum on her tongue and making him moan.  She reached down lower and used the flat of her tongue to swipe up the entire length, and Jon’s hands flew to her head.  Daenerys, meanwhile, joined Rhaenys on her knees and sucked one of his heavy balls between her full lips.

“Holy fuck!” Jon groaned, his knees nearly buckling, as he experienced his first double blowjob.

“Sh...shit!” Visenya gasped, watching the show with wide eyes darkened by lust.

Jon caught her eye and grinned at the look in them.  For as long as he had known her, Visenya had always been the most reserved and mature of the three of them, overly so at times.  She had dated a guy for a while, but they had always seemed weird and dispassionate, and aside from her one drunken trip to an apparently disreputable tattoo artist, she had never done anything wild to his knowledge.  The look that she was giving him now was one he had never seen on her face, and he wanted to see how far she was willing to go but was scared that pushing would drive her away.

“Oh gods,” Jon groaned as Daenerys took his cock between her lips.  She started bobbing her head up and down on his length quickly, taking more and more of his cock until she had swallowed the entire thing.

“How the fuck did you do that?” Rhaenys asked, staring at her aunt in shock and amazement.

Daenerys let his cock slip from her lips with a pop and grinned at Rhaenys, saying, “I don’t have a gag reflex.  I worried that I’d have trouble with Jon because he’s so much bigger than Drogo, but it’s not that much harder.”

Both he and Daenerys had dated seniors during their freshman year, and while he and Ygritte parted on very good terms when she went off to university in the North, Dany and her dickhead ex had not.  Jon, for his part, had always hated the hulking himbo so hearing Daenerys compare them like that was a serious ego boost.

Rhaenys’ eye twitched, but she left Daenerys to continue her blowjob and kissed Jon.  He returned the kiss eagerly, snaking a hand around the nape of her neck while keeping one on Daenerys’ head.  Rhaenys broke it off after a moment and moved to his ear, nibbling on the lobe and making him hiss in pleasure.

“If Visenya’s looking like she’s about to burst, scratch my scalp,” she whispered so quietly that he almost didn’t hear her.  When he scratched her, she snorted softly and said, “Little Miss Bookworm over there has a massive collection of erotica on her laptop that she doesn’t know I know about.  They’re all heavy S&M stuff, like stories about slavegirls being chained to ceilings, whipped, and fucked by their masters until their brains shut off.  If you order her to strip and touch herself, she might cream her panties on the spot.”

Jon just cocked an eyebrow at her as she pulled away, and she mouthed, “seriously.”

“Fucking hells, Daenerys,” he groaned as she sucked harder on his shaft. “You’re so fucking good at that.”

She giggled, and his eyes nearly crossed at the sensation.  Looking at Visenya, he saw that she was rubbing her thighs together, barely blinking as she watched the depravity in front of her.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Jon asked, keeping his voice as low and rumbling as possible.

His words broke Visenya out of her reverie, and she asked, “huh?”

“I asked you a question, Vis,” Jon said as authoritatively as he could, barely suppressing a smirk when he saw her eyes widen at him. “Are you enjoying watching your aunt suck my cock?”

“Y...yes,” Visenya practically panted, apparently far more turned on than he realized.

“Come take my shirt off,” Jon ordered. “My hands are busy.”

Keeping one hand on Daenerys’ head, he brought his other hand down to cup and knead Rhaenys’ firm bubblebutt.

“Why can’t Rhaenys do it?” Visenya asked.

“Because I want you to,” Jon said. “Now be a good girl and come take my shirt off.”

Visenya whimpered and stumbled as she rushed over.

“Holy shit, dude,” Rhaenys whispered in his ear.

Visenya’s hands trembled as she undid the buttons of his polo shirt and tugged it over his head, unveiling his well-developed body to them.

Pulling Visenya in close, he whispered in her ear, “good girl.”

Before Jon could even blink, she kissed him, melting into him as she teased his tongue with her own.  When he took the hint and plunged his tongue into her mouth, dominating the kiss entirely, she moaned and pressed herself flush against him, practically dry-humping his hip.  Tapping on Daenerys’ head, he helped her to her feet once she pulled back and stepped back to look at her and Visenya.

“I want the both of you to strip,” he said.  Daenerys started without hesitation, and when Visenya seemed to be waiting for something, he barked, “now!”

“Yes, sir,” Visenya gasped, rushing to get naked as quickly as she could.

The contrast between the two was hilarious.  Daenerys’ background in cheerleading and dance shone through in her display as she slowly removed each article of clothing, swaying to an unheard beat as she did.  She was the embodiment of  pure, raw sensuality, and he found her utterly captivating.  Her body wasn’t as toned as Rhaenys’, but it still showed off how active she was.  She was the shortest of the three and her breasts the smallest, though the wonderfully perky mounds looked no less tantalizing than Rhaenys’.  Her flat, toned belly gave way to an utterly smooth pussy and her surprisingly wide hips hinted at the amazingly plump but firm arse she turned around to show off.

Visenya was naked long before Daenerys finished, and as Jon gazed at her soft, curvy body, he saw why immediately.  Her thighs were shining with her slick arousal, which had apparently spilled from her soaked panties and run down her legs.  She was a quivering mess of raw need, and he knew that he was going to fuck her first.  Her body was the softest of the three, showcasing how much less physically active she was than her aunt and sister, but in Jon’s eyes, that made her even better.  She had the largest breasts, and he found himself cursing her more conservative sense of style for not letting him realize that sooner.  The tiny glimpse of her tattooed arse he had seen earlier had been enough to let him know that she wasn’t as gifted as the others there, but she was still delightfully plump.

“Beautiful,” Jon said, looking over all three of them. “I’m a moron for not making a move on any of you all these years.”

“I seriously wish I had accidentally walked in on you in the shower,” Rhaenys said. “If I had known you were packing that, we’d have had fun together a long time ago.”

“Part of me kind of hoped you’d ask me out for years,” Daenerys admitted. “When you never did, I figured that you either weren’t interested or just thought it would be weird.”

“It definitely wasn’t that I wasn’t interested,” Jon said. “I’ve thought about all three of you like that for years.  I allowed myself to fantasize about what it would be like to date any of you many times, and while I could almost picture it for Rhaenys and Daenerys, I never would have imagined that you’d be interested, Visenya, and yet here you are, so wet, its running down your thighs.”

“Don’t,” Visenya whimpered, closing her legs more tightly.

“Spread them wide,” Jon ordered, and she immediately complied. “Fuck, you really like being told what to do, huh?”

“Yes,” Visenya breathed.

“Bend over the table,” Jon said, grinning as she immediately did so.

He cupped her arse, making her squirm, and spread the plump cheeks wide, revealing her slick pussy.  Gripping her long blonde hair, he pulled her head back gently and moved right in until his lips were right against her ear.

“One of these days, I’m going to go into your room while you’re reading, take the book out of your hand, and order you to present yourself to me just like this,” Jon said, grinning as she moaned at the thought. “What are you going to do when I order you?”

“I’ll strip down and present myself to you, SIR,” Visenya replied, screaming the last word as he brought his hand down on her pale arsecheek.

“Yes, you are,” Jon said, spanking the other cheek, “because you...are my good...little...girl.”

“FUCK!” Visenya cried, grabbing at the table and spanked her again and again.

Grabbing his cock, he lined himself up with her quivering tunnel and pushed, managing to bury the first couple inches inside her without difficulty.

“Holy shit, that’s so big!” Visenya moaned, gripping the table so hard that her knuckles turned white.

“Fuck, you’re splitting her in half!” Rhaenys exclaimed as she joined them, resting her hands on his shoulders. “He’s going to fucking destroy you, Vis.”

“He’ll...gods that’s so intense...ruin you too,” Visenya moaned as he slowly eased more of his cock inside her.

“Hope so,” Rhaenys said. “Ari got me this oversized dildo for my birthday a couple years ago, and I’ve wanted to find a guy who measured up to it ever since I started using it.  You’re about as big as it, Jon.”

“You’ve managed to...gods, you’re tight...take it all?” Jon asked as he continued to slowly conquer Visenya’s tight cunt.

“Mmhmm,” Rhaenys said.  Leaning in, she whispered in his ear, “so has Dany.”

“Huh?” Jon asked.

“I let her borrow it after she broke up with the dickhead,” Rhaenys said.

“Rhae!” Daenerys exclaimed, sounding embarrassed.

“He’s going to fuck you, Dany,” Rhaenys said. “There’s no need to be embarrassed about him knowing that you rode the black dread.”

“That’s all of it,” Jon said once he was buried to the hilt inside her sweltering depths.

He had only ever been with Ygritte and had actually forgotten what it was like to fuck a woman who wasn’t used to his size.

“Wait, sir, please!” Visenya begged. “You feel so good, but it also kind of burns and I…”

“Take all the time you need,” Jon said, reaching under her to cup and knead her large, full breasts. “I actually need a minute anyway.”

“While you wait for her to relax, I’ve thought of something else you can do,” Rhaenys said.

Before Jon could ask what she had in mind, she climbed onto the table.

“Um, Rhae?” Visenya asked in alarm.

“Relax, Visenya,” Rhaenys said, positioning herself over her prone sister.  Without another word, she lifted herself up onto her hands and carefully lowered her legs until they were resting on Jon’s shoulders.

Gazing down at her slick cunt, Jon laughed at her audacity and craned his neck to lower his mouth to her sex.

“I knew you’d get the hi...oh!” Rhaenys trailed off in a moan as he started lapping away at her folds.

“It was a subtle hint, but I got it,” Jon said dryly.

“Move, please,” Visenya said.  When he slapped her arse, she shrieked, “please, sir!”

Laughing into Rhaenys’ pussy, Jon pulled half of his cock out of her clinging depths and plunged back inside hard, making her grunt.  Tightening his grip on Rhaenys, he swirled his tongue around her engorged clit as he worked up to a steady rhythm with Visenya.  He had never even had a threesome before, and here he found himself fucking two sisters at once.  If the soft little moans and whimpers coming from behind him were any indication, Daenerys was masturbating as she watched, making the entire thing even hotter.

“Oh fuck, just like that,” Rhaenys moaned as he continued eating her out.  Her thighs clenched harder around his head as the pleasure mounted.

Visenya was thrusting back against him in time with his movements, and the sound of her arse smacking against his hips grew louder and louder as they fucked harder.  A near-constant stream of moans and cries spilled forth from her full lips, and when Jon felt her start to flutter around his pistoning length, he focused on Rhaenys’ clit, trying to make them cum at the same time.

“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods!” Visenya cried, sounding almost out of her mind with pleasure. “So...fucking...good!”

Jon chuckled and sucked gently on Rhaenys’ clit, making her scream.

“Fuck, just like that!” Rhaenys moaned. “You’re gonna make me…”

She was cut off by an ear-piercing wail from Visenya as she came hard.  Jon had been focusing on keeping his pace steady, not wanting to change anything when it seemed like she was so close, but as her movements grew more erratic, his angle changed slightly, and he felt like he slipped inside something within her pussy.  The next thing he knew, she was screaming her head off, convulsing on the table, and soaking his balls as she squirted.

“Rhaenys, get off,” Jon said in alarm.

“I was about to,” Rhaenys grumbled as she lifted herself up on shaky arms and climbed down onto the table.

“Visenya, are you good?” Jon asked, turning her head slightly so he could see her face and noticing how glassy her eyes looked.

“So...good,” Visenya panted, grinning from ear to ear.

“Looks like you fucked her brains out,” Rhaenys said, laughing once she realized that her sister was okay.

“They’re some brains too,” Daenerys joked.  Jon looked over and saw her propped up on a nearby windowsill, rubbing her gorgeous little pussy as she watched them.

“Jon, sit down here,” Rhaenys said, pulling out a chair for him.

Confident that he hadn’t hurt Visenya, Jon took his seat, and Rhaenys immediately climbed into his lap and kissed him.  Moaning as she tasted herself on his lips, she ground her wet cunt against his length.  He cupped one of her firm breasts in his hand, tweaking the nipple and making her cry out.  Taking advantage of how she moved, he latched his mouth onto the slender column of her neck, kissing her pulse point.

“Gods, we should have done this ages ago,” Rhaenys moaned as she reached down and lined his cock up with her dripping entrance.  Without another word, she lowered herself onto him, crying out as she took his entire length in one go. “Fuck, you’re even thicker than that fucking dildo.”

“I thought so,” Daenerys said as she joined them, sitting on the table next to a still-dazed Visenya. “I didn’t suck it, though, so I wasn’t sure.”

“Oh, it’s thick,” Rhaenys assured her. “Makes me feel tiny.  He’s going to split you in half.”

Daenerys shuddered, watching them intently.

“I’m not going to regret this in the morning, you know,” Rhaenys said. “I’m not going to sober up and go, ‘oh gods, what did we do?’  We are going to fuck all summer long.”

She trailed off with a grunt as she started bouncing on his cock, spearing herself on his wrist-thick length again and again.

“That’s okay with me,” Jon laughed, bringing one of her hard nipples to his lips and sucking on the nub.

“I thought...ugh...it would be,” Rhaenys panted, already soaring towards the peak she was just barely denied before. “You should have told me you were hung like a horse.”

“Would you have believed me?” Jon asked in amusement.

“No!” Rhaenys cried, her hips a blur as she rode him hard. “I would have demanded that you...fuck...that you show me.”

“And if I did?” Jon asked.

“I’d have fucked you then and there!” Rhaenys exclaimed. “I would have tied you to my bed and ridden you like the pony whose cock the gods gave you.  Day and night, we’d have gone at it like rabbits.  I wouldn’t have wasted a second with Gerold if I knew I had twice the cock at home!”

A sheen of sweat had formed on her beautiful body, making her deep olive skin shine.  Her words were driving Jon mad as much as the feeling of her hot, tight tunnel milking him was, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.  Reaching down, he started rubbing her clit and buried his face in her neck, licking the salty sweat from her skin and gently biting her.

“FUCK!” Rhaenys screamed as she came, her whole body shaking in his arms as the pleasure coursed through her.

“Rhaenys,” Jon groaned as he joined her, letting go a moment later as she fluttered and spasmed around his length.

The two of them held each other tightly as they rode out the waves of pleasure together.  When it finally passed, Rhaenys slumped in his arms, panting for breath as he held her tight.  His soft cock slipped out of her a moment later, and a flood of cum burst forth from her gaping cunt.

“Mmm,” Daenerys moaned.

Jon opened his eyes and saw her on her knees next to them, her hands cupped under them, collecting his cum as it fell out of Rhaenys and lapping at it.  Despite how hard he had just cum, he felt his cock start to swell anew at the sight.  He grew even harder as he watched her lick her hands clean, her eyes never leaving him as he did so.

“Your turn,” Rhaenys said as she climbed out of his lap.  On shaky legs, she walked over to the table and laid down next to Visenya.

“I can get you hard again,” Daenerys said, moving to crawl towards his lap.

“You already sucked my cock,” Jon said, holding a hand up in front of her. “Eating you out will get me just as hard.  Lay down.”

“Here,” Daenerys said, walking over to an open space on the floor. “I’ve always wanted to make love on a hardwood floor.”

“As you wish,” Jon said, more than willing to indulge her.

As he sank to his knees, he realized there were probably going to be a couple downsides to this idea, but if it meant fucking Daenerys, he was willing to bruise his knees.  Peering down at her very wet pussy, he spread her legs wider and inhaled the scent of her arousal.

“How many times did you cum watching me fuck Rhaenys and Visenya?” Jon asked.

“I didn’t,” Daenerys said.

“Huh?” Jon asked.

“I edged the whole time,” Daenerys said. “Part of the reason why I was willing to suck your cock again was that I figure I’ll cum the second you touch me.”

Jon just chuckled and started kissing her thighs, making her squirm.  Keeping his eyes fixed on her, he saw her face, neck, and chest start to flush red before he even got to her pussy.  When he did, he carefully kissed his way around it and continued onto the other thigh.

“Jon!” Daenerys whined.

Laughing, he decided to show mercy and buried his face between her thighs, giving her cunt a long lick from bottom to top.  She immediately grabbed his head and cried out in bliss.  Groaning at the taste of her, he teased her folds with his tongue, purposefully avoiding her clit as he tried to drag this out as much as he could.  She was already on edge, however, and her body grew tense as her orgasm built rapidly.  When he decided that there was little point in trying to prolong things anymore, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked gently on the sensitive nub.

“JON!” Daenerys screamed, cumming hard a second later.

Her back arched off the floor, and he had to hold her steady as she convulsed all around him.  Screaming her head off, the long edging session took its toll as her orgasm thundered through her from head to toe.  Jon moved lower, lapping up her fluids as they came and drinking them down hungrily.  He had always loved eating pussy and this was no exception.  He realized as he continued to extend Daenerys’ orgasm that he had yet to taste Visenya.

“Once she wakes up,” he thought to himself.

“Inside me,” Daenerys panted, staring down at him with such raw affection and adoration that he felt his heart clench. “Please, Jon, fuck me.”

Those were words he had imagined hearing from her plenty of times, and the fantasy didn’t hold a candle to hearing them for real.  He wasted no time lining himself up and pushinginside, managing to bury his entire length in her tiny body in one long, slow thrust.

“Holy fuck,” Daenerys gasped as he spread her open. “Gods, Rhaenys was right.  You are thicker than that dildo.”

“I’m surprised you two were willing to share something like that,” Jon said, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of her cunt wrapped tightly around him.

“You say as you go from her pussy to mine,” Daenerys giggled.

“That was before we got drunk and decided to have a foursome,” Jon said.

“I was really upset about Drogo cheating on me, and Rhaenys wanted me to see that there was more out there than him,” Daenerys said.

“With a dildo?” Jon asked.

“With a dildo much bigger than him,” Daenerys said.

“He never deserved you,” Jon said.

Cupping his face, she looked up at him and said, “he was never the one I wanted, and he’s the last thing I want to think about right now.  I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“I have too,” Jon said, brushing her hair behind her ear and looking down into her eyes.

“Then take me,” Daenerys said, kissing him.

Jon returned the kiss eagerly and started moving, quickly working up to a steady rhythm.  Daenerys took a moment to match his rhythm, and once she had, the two of them moved as one, neither even noticing the world around them as they lost themselves in their desire.  Even the pain in his knees and her tailbone didn’t register to them as they gave into desires they had shared for years.

“Harder!” Daenerys cried after a while, feeling another climax building within her. “I’m getting close.”

“I want to feel you cum for me, Dany,” Jon murmured in her ear, reaching down to stroke her clit and capturing one of her nipples between his lips. “Cum for me, baby.”

“Oh fuck,” Daenerys whimpered, starting to quiver as the familiar pressure inside her built more and more.

He switched to the other nipple and teased it with his teeth, making her gasp and mewl in pleasure.  Reaching deep inside her with every single thrust and playing with her clit as he spread her inner walls wide again and again, it didn’t take long before the dam burst and she screamed her pleasure to the heavens.

“JON!” she squealed, cumming hard around his cock.

Jon grinned down at her and continued fucking her, even as the pleasure overwhelmed her.  Having already cum once, he was at little risk of getting off again any time soon, and he wanted to draw things out as much as he could.  When she finally went limp, he kissed her forehead and caressed her cheek.

“You two are adorable,” Rhaenys said.

Turning his head, Jon saw her and Visenya watching them; they were both clearly enjoying the show, if the way they were touching themselves was any indication.

“I think...they’re ready...for more,” Daenerys panted.

“Maybe we should find an actual bed,” Visenya suggested. “We passed by a fair few while we were exploring.”

“That sounds good to me,” Rhaenys said.

Jon just snorted and pulled out of Daenerys, standing up and enjoying the twin looks of hunger that his glistening cock earned him.  He had no idea how the things they had done and were going to keep doing would affect things going forward, but one thing that he knew for sure was that his night was far from over.