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Truth to be told,Jon hadn't planned what had just happened; what he had just experienced was something that only happens once in your dreams, something that no matter how much you try to plan it will never happen and will only live in your dreams.
He had seen Sansa and Jeyne on the benches in the courtyard when he was training Bran.
He had seen them whispering and blushing when they looked at him.
Jon knew Jeyne was in love with him, but he had never tried anything with her.
He didn't want to get her hopes up only to have her get hurt.
He might be many things, but humiliating innocent people and taking advantage of them wasn't one of them (except for Catelyn; that woman deserved it for how she treated him when he was young).
So when he headed to the hot springs, he never imagined that Sansa and Jeyne would follow him, much less that they would ask him for advice on how to please a man or how to kiss.
If Jon had to guess whose idea it was, he would say it was Jeyne who came up with it all.
She had told him that she had heard Estella talking about him, and Jon would have to thank Estella for this opportunity she had given him.
Sansa was a beautiful thing, bright red hair, medium-sized breasts, but with pink nipples and a small patch of hair down there. Her little sister had been nervous and shy at first, but thanks to Jeyne she had loosened up.
Jeyne, on the other hand, had rubbed herself against his thigh and had come while they were kissing. It had certainly been a good idea to play along with them, pretending to be training.
Jeyne had probably told Sansa that they would only come here to talk about the topics that the septa and lady Stark forbade them from discussing.
She had avoided laughing when Sansa told her that Catelyn had told her that having sex was only for the purpose of having children and that it was extremely painful.
How he would have loved to tell Sansa that that morning her bastard brother had his fingers inside her mother and that she was as wet as a common whore and enjoyed her as such.
Without a doubt, these will be the best two moons of his life. Catelyn won't do anything against him.
If he falls, she will too, and her fall will be worse than Jon's. He's already a bastard; the worst they can do to him is send him to the Wall.
He's so sure his father won't have the courage to take his life or make him a eunuch.
But Catelyn, she was a high-class lady, married with five children, and now she was having an affair with her husband's bastard son.
I couldn't believe that this woman was still in love with Brandon Stark. His uncle was an imbecile who didn't care who he slept with.
His uncle Benjen had warned him to be careful when sleeping with women, and especially with prostitutes, since his uncle Brandon had probably impregnated some women at the Harrenhall tourney.
That's why Jon had been extremely careful about where he finished when he fucked; he had never finished inside a woman, always spilling his seed on the ground to avoid bringing bastards into the world.
He had been luckier than most bastards; he had a home, food, shelter, and above all, wolf blood.
People like his uncle Benjen or old nanny told him that he had the same blood as his uncle Brandon and aunt Lyanna, so his father surely saw his brother and sister in him.
Having that blood had been both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because he loved riding horses and feeling the icy air on his face, fighting with swords until his body went numb, and finding pleasure in the company of women.
A curse because of his temper, which had earned him numerous punishments from his father and Catelyn.
From a young age, he had hated being called a bastard, so he had to learn to defend himself from childhood.
Catelyn had tried to intimidate him from a young age, always calling him a bastard or cornering him to insult him and threaten to throw him into the woods so he would get lost and never return.
In retaliation, Jon had taken it out on Robb by hitting him during training or completely ignoring orders, causing his father to punish him frequently, in addition to the slaps from Lady Stark.
But back to the present, here was Jon Snow with his half-sister Sansa, completely naked, pressed against his body, her head buried in the crook of his neck.
To his left was Jeyne, equally naked, pressed against him, kissing his neck.
He knew that playing with Catelyn was a beautiful thing, despite her being over thirty days old, but with Sansa it was completely different.
She was his sister; they shared the same blood through their father. But knowing what they were doing here made him hard in a different way.
He was undoubtedly a true bastard. If he wanted to continue this, he would have to be extremely careful not to overstep his bounds with Sansa, lest he frighten her, and above all, not to steal her virginity.
The same with Jeyne; she was a good woman and deserved better than a bastard. Jon might be a bastard many times, but never an opportunist.
Even bastards feel guilt, though that sounds very hypocritical coming from him at this moment.
AN:- JONS PERSPECTIVE
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