Only Followers Chapter 22

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“Sansa, open this door. Right now!”

“Sansa don't you dare ignore your mother!”

“Sansa I swear by the gods new and old that if you don't open this damn door in the next three seconds there will be severe consequences young lady!”

Sansa listened apathetically to all the yelling and berating her mother screamed through her door. All the while she kept banging on her door and never taking her finger off the doorbell button. She was sorely tempted to leave it out there until she got tired or until one of her neighbors called the police to complain about the racket a crazy woman was making in the middle of the passageway.

But sadly, Sansa knew that wouldn't stop her stubborn mother. Who would most likely only come back the next day to try to meddle in her life again and convince her to leave her new apartment and lifestyle to move back in with her and live a much more 'dignified and proper' life.

Ugh

Just remembering one of her many speeches he'd given her over the past few weeks made her nauseous and made her roll her eyes exaggeratedly. Sadly, since she had joined the OF she would have had to deal with her mother on an almost daily basis and she was really tired of it all. She had had to put up with her criticism and belittling of the decisions she had made. For when she told her of her intentions to join the blue platform, she thought that of all people, her mother would understand and support her. After all, she had always done so, but she was only met with reprimands and rejection.

But despite that, Sansa did not give up on her dream and for the first time in her life, she went against her mother's wishes. And she was glad she did, thanks to her OF she had been able to earn a lot of money, enough to become independent. And she didn't plan to stop now, and thanks to the little conversation she had with her aunt, she had gained the necessary motivation to confront her mother and end it all, today.

She planned to set some serious boundaries to her mother, she would not allow her to continue to interfere in her life and the plans she had. Taking a deep and much needed breath, Sansa began to purposefully approach the door. It was undoubtedly amazing that all this time her mother had not stopped shouting through her door, continuing to aggressively knock on the door and furiously pressing the bell.

Gods, how she wished her Aunt Cat really had been her mother. Everything would have been so much easier and her life would have been so much less miserable. But no, she had to be born from the wrong sister.

Finally reaching for the knob, Sansa turned it and pushed the door open. Causing her mother to punch the air for a split second, before realizing what had happened and quickly pulling herself together again. In front of Sansa stood her angry and outraged mother, Lysa Tully.

The young redhead could list many things about her mother that she found distasteful and annoying, but her appearance was definitely not one of them. Something she was inwardly grateful for, as she had inherited many of the beautiful features of her mother's family. Classic of a Tully woman, both women had long reddish hair, Sansa's a lighter shade than her mother's. Also, her hair was curlier than her mother's, unlike her straight hair. Her eyes, unsurprisingly, were a deep blue, slightly darker than her mother's. But unlike her mother and her aunt Cat, Sansa was nowhere near as voluminous as either of them. Plus, both Tully sisters were of considerable height, not quite as tall, but definitely above average. Which made their prominent attributes stand out even more. Both women had huge, buxom breasts, wide hips, thick thighs and a round, soft ass. Both sisters were very similar in fact, with only small things that set them apart. 

Such as Catelyn unlike her mother, was a woman who had decided not to have children, so far. Also, her aunt lived off her body and therefore, followed a strict diet and exercise regimen to keep her body in shape. This gave her a flat stomach, a much perkier butt and toned legs. Unlike her mother, who had dedicated herself to being a full-time housewife and didn't focus much on taking care of her appearance. Aside from certain occasions where Sansa saw her doing yoga, plus her mother had given birth to two children. Making her breasts larger than even her sister's, though not as perky, but they were nowhere near being saggy. She also had a little more belly fat, making her butt and thighs softer and plumper.

And on the other side, was her. Sansa was sure that aside from having inherited her mother's colors, she had inherited the rest of her appearance from her father. The Tully women were tall, but Sansa certainly stood out the most. She had always towered over most women, something that made her proud, as she was always told she had the bearing of a fashion model. And that added to her stunning and impressive appearance had made her a highly praised and desired woman by many, always being described as graceful and very feminine. Her skin was as white as snow, she possessed high cheekbones and long, toned legs.

Since her chest was not as striking as her mother's and aunt's, Sansa decided to concentrate more on her lower body. And thanks to her diet and exercise, she built a knockout figure, but always taking care that her build was not as muscular. The last thing she wanted was to ruin her soft, feminine figure. Now, Sansa boasted a perky, round, apple-shaped butt, which stood out beautifully next to her thick hips, something she had inherited from her mother. With her looks and bearing, Sansa was more than confident that she was the most beautiful woman in the North and in time, she was sure she would come to be considered the most beautiful woman in Westeros and she would not let that dream be ruined by anyone, not even her mother.

“Can you stop doing that, can't you see you're creating a fuss!?” Sansa yelled at her mother, causing her mother to look at her with surprised and shocked eyes. It wasn't long ago that she was Lysa's favorite daughter. A perfect child in everything she did, always listening and obeying everything her mother said. But now she didn't even recognize her own daughter.

All those crazy ideas of fame and money that Catelyn had put in her daughter's head had changed her to the point of not recognizing her. But she wouldn't give up on her daughter anyway, she was going to bring her back home.

Pulling herself together, Lysa clasped both hands in front of her, holding her mini purse in one of them as she kept a steady gaze on her daughter and replied.

“I don't mind making a fuss if that's what it takes to get my own daughter to open the door for me. And I don't intend to leave until you listen to me, Sansa.”

“Why should I? I already know what you're going to tell me, you've been telling me a thousand times and the result is always the same. You're not going to convince me to go home mother.”

Knowing she was right, since so far she had not been able to convince Sansa of anything. Lysa decided to try a different approach. So, relaxing her voice to speak in a calmer manner she said to her.

“Can you at least let your mother inside? Or do you want us to have this conversation in the middle of the hallway?”

Letting out a tired sigh and well aware that her mother was trying something, Sansa opened the door anyway and gave him the space she needed to let her through. Nodding and softly murmuring a, 'thank you'. Lysa entered her daughter's new apartment, unable to help but examine it thoroughly. There was no doubt that it was a very nice and luxurious condo, one that a girl of only nineteen with no job or financial support from her parents would not have been able to afford. But Lysa knew very well how her daughter had managed to afford such an apartment and that upset her immensely.

Hearing her daughter close the door behind her, Lysa turned to face her and saw her approaching her with crossed arms and an irritated look on her face, saying sharply.

“Well, say what you have to say, mother. But as I told you before, it won't change my mind."

“Don't you see I'm only worried about you, Sansa.”

“Well you don't have to be. As you can see, I'm more than perfectly fine on my own. In fact, I'm better than I've ever been.” Sansa told her as she pointed out all that she had accomplished, all thanks to her new 'profession'.

“Why are you doing this, Sansa? Can't you see that this is all wrong?

Letting out a derisive snort at her mother's words, Sansa replied.

“Wrong? What exactly is wrong with my life, mother? I have my own apartment, I'm independent and self-sufficient, and getting richer by the day. It seems to me, the only thing you consider 'wrong' with my life, is that I don't live up to your standards mother. And that's what really bothers you.”

“You claim to have all that, Sansa. But at what cost? Your dignity? Your decency?"

Sansa rolled her eyes exaggeratedly at how old-fashioned her mother sounded. And she already knew what she would say next. About how if she continued down this path, she wouldn't be able to find a 'suitable husband'.

“What kind of man would take you as a candidate for a wife, if they saw you uploading those kinds of pictures on the internet? If you continue this way, no decent man would wish to marry you Sansa.”

There it is. Sansa thought, letting out an exhausted sigh.

She really was tired of always having the same argument. But she answered her anyway with the same response she always told her.

"I couldn't care less about that, Mom. I've told you a thousand times, I don't need or want a man right now. And if I ever want one, he'll have to accept me the way I am and he'll have to be fine with how I make a living. And I'm more than sure I'll have no lack of men, Mother."

Well, you could say she did need one. But as much as she liked the idea, Jon was not a candidate for a boyfriend. Maybe, if she played her cards right, who knows. Surely her aunt wouldn't be too upset with her if she did steal him for herself.

“Please, Sansa. You have to realize this isn't right, this isn't the life I wanted for you. Please come home with your family." Lysa tried again, her tone pleading and desperate.

But none of it seemed to work with her daughter. For with a disgusted look on her face she told her.

“No! I'm not going back to that house with that weird, perverted man.”

“Don't talk that way about your father young lady.” Lysa reprimanded her. But Sansa did not back down.

"He is not my father, Mom! He's just the man you married because father left us. And by the way, I'm more than sure you could have found someone much better than that weirdo.”

“Sansa, stop it! Peter doesn't deserve you talking about him like that. He may have his flaws, but he took us in and took care of us when no one else wanted to." Lysa reminded her daughter, but she seemed completely apathetic to her words.

"Whatever, that doesn't take away from the fact that he's a weirdo and a pervert. Too bad Robin inherited his weirdness.”

“By the gods, Sansa. Don't bring your brother into this conversation, he's just a sweet little boy.” Lysa said, sounding utterly indignant that her daughter had dared to bring her little brother into this discussion.

“If you're still breastfeeding him when he's almost seven. That's weird, Mom” Sansa muttered, loud enough for her to hear. but not wanting to get off topic, Lysa let it go.

Letting out a defeated sigh, Lysa felt they were going in circles. So, she tried to say one last time to her daughter.

“Sansa, if you decide to continue down this path, the only thing you will achieve is to end up like your Aunt Catelyn. Is that really what you want?”

Sansa let out a loud snort and answered her mother.

“Yes, that would be great. Because guess what, mother? There is nothing I would like more than to be like Aunt Cat. For in case you haven't noticed, she is everything I aspire to be. A rich, beautiful, famous woman. And unlike you, she's not trapped in a miserable marriage to a weird little man. Who ironically doesn't seem to be able to take his eyes off Aunt Cat every time she visits. And I'm more than sure he is subscribed to her OF."

“Enough! I will no longer tolerate any more of your insults, Sansa. Just as I'm not going to allow you to continue this whole selling yourself on the internet as if you were nothing more than a simple..."

Looking at her defiantly, Sansa said.

“Come on, mother. Say it, say what you really think I am.”

“Like a cheap whore, Sansa.” Her mother exclaimed. “Is that what you really want for your life? Is that what you want people to think of you?”

Sansa walked toward her mother, until they were close enough for their breasts to press together. Sansa's firmer, smaller ones pushed against her mother's much larger, softer ones. And thanks to her mother being in her heels and Sansa in comfortable sandals, both women were able to stare into each other's eyes.

“If it's thanks to being a whore that I have this apartment, more money than I thought possible, fame and love from my fans. So, believe me mother I couldn't care less about being the biggest whore in the north. And I couldn't care less what you or people think of me. And even better, I have great news for you. You know, I never planned on showing myself so openly or explicitly, but you've given me all the motivation I needed to do it. And you couldn't have done it at a better time, since the perfect man for the task just arrived up north. You see mother, my Aunt Cat managed to get Jon Snow to do a collaboration with her. And when Jon is done having fun with my aunt, I'll write him to come pay me a visit. And together we'll shoot a wonderful video, everyone will see your little princess get brutally fucked by a huge northern cock.” Letting out an amused laugh, Sansa finished by saying. “I'm excited just thinking about it. Plus, I'm sure I'll make a ton of money once I post the video, but no doubt the best part will be fucking with Jon."

Lysa was completely mortified at what she had just heard. She couldn't believe that her lovely, well-mannered daughter could express herself in such a way and so proudly claim all those things she was planning to do.

“No, you can't, Sansa. I forbid it, I'm not going to let you ruin your life.”

“You can't forbid me anything mother. In fact, I think we're done with this conversation and it's time for you to go. I have many more important things to take care of.”

“Sansa you can't-” Lysa tried to speak again, but was curtly interrupted by her daughter.

"Mother, leave. We're finished here.”

Lysa gritted her teeth, but knew that continuing to insist would change nothing. But she wouldn't leave without saying one last, important thing to her daughter.

“I won't let you do this, Sansa. I'm not going to let you screw up your future."

“The only thing that's going to be screwed up here is going to be my tight little pussy, after it gets fucked by Jon's huge cock.” Was Sansa's sarcastic and mocking reply, before finishing by adding. “Oh and by the way, instead of being so worried about my life, you should be more attentive to what your husband is doing. I'm sure since Aunt Cat announced her video along with Jon the little weirdo hasn't been away from his laptop. Probably desperate to jerk off while he watches a real man fuck the woman he can't have.”

Sansa said pouring venom into every word, and feeling real disgust for the man. At first she tolerated it, but after seeing how he looked at Aunt Cat. Sometimes even in front of her own mother. And it got worse as she got older and his perverted gaze began to settle on her. And despite having mentioned this to her mother, she always turned a blind eye when it came to Baelish, Sansa believed it was because it was thanks to him that she could maintain her lifestyle. But Sansa had enough when she realized that the creep had subscribed to her OF account, that's when she decided to move out for good and never come back.

On the other hand, Lysa tired of the insults, finally decided to leave. Closing the door behind her, Lysa let out an angry and frustrated shriek. She couldn't believe that things had really ended up like this, but of one thing she was sure. She knew exactly who was responsible for everything, Catelyn. Her impertinent sister had put all those crazy ideas into her daughter's head, but she would listen to her now.

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Catelyn was more than ready to receive her special guest. Jon had recently texted her that he had just landed and was on his way to her home. Catelyn was practically bursting with excitement, she was finally going to meet in person the man she planned to make her husband. And she was more than ready to impress, determined to make a great first impression.

She had done her makeup to perfection, highlighting her long eyelashes, a light blush on her cheeks and painting her lips a cherry red. She planned to leave the mark of her lips on every part of his body, marking him as hers. She didn't skimp on her attire either, she had put on the sexiest lingerie set she owned, she had bought it recently, especially for this occasion. Although for the moment she covered her seductive figure with a satin robe. After all, it was up to Jon to unwrap her.

It was while having that amusing thought that Catelyn heard someone ring her doorbell effusively. Excited, she practically jumped off the couch and walked quickly to open the door for her guest. Pausing for a second and giving her appearance a final touch-up, Catelyn made sure to put on her best smile and seductively curved her body before opening the door. But her smile quickly died when she saw that it wasn't her northern stallion coming to rock her world. Instead the person she saw was her sister, Lysa. Putting on a sour expression, Catelyn said.

“What do you want, Lysa? I can usually put up with your visits, but this is not a good time.”

Completely ignoring her words, Lysa walked past her and uninvited into her home, letting out an annoyed snort, Catelyn peeked outside the door to see if Jon had not yet arrived. She didn't want him to show up and have Lysa there to ruin everything with one of her boring speeches and reprimands. When she saw that there seemed to be no sign of him, Catelyn closed the door and turned to find out what on earth her sister wanted now and dispatch her as quickly as possible.

“I'm serious, Lysa. I have a very special guest who may arrive at any moment and I don't want you to scare him away. So, whatever it is you're here for, it can wait.”

“This can't wait, Catelyn. I lost my precious, sweet girl because of you!” Lysa shouted at her. Leaving a completely confused Catelyn.

“What are you even talking about?”

“Sansa, you were the one who put all those ideas of depravity and exhibitionism into her head. Now she's selling herself on the internet as a perverted slut like you.”

Catelyn let out a calming sigh, she really didn't want to ruin her mood by having to deal with her sister. So, she tried to calm herself down before speaking.

“Look Lysa, I'm going to ignore what you just said for the sake of not ruining the wonderful day I plan to have. So, in return I'm going to give you a piece of advice. You have always tended to over exaggerate things and if you really love your daughter as much as you say you do. You should support her and understand her, instead of judging her and calling her names.”

“Now do you plan to give me advice on how to raise my own daughter, Catelyn?” Lysa said, sounding completely incredulous and indignant.

“Well, unlike you. I maintain a very good relationship with Sansa.” Catelyn pointed out with a slight smile. “She's a beautiful and stunning girl, it's sad that you can't see that.”

"The only reason my relationship with my daughter is fractured was because of you, Catelyn. She looked up to you and as she learned what you were doing and saw how much money you were making. She completely lost her mind and started uploading indecent photos for the whole world to see. She's practically selling her body, like a whore would. I don't want that for my daughter.”

“Times change, Lysa. A woman is not a whore for simply selling racy photos of herself for the enjoyment of gentlemen in exchange for money. But to get into another woman's relationship and seduce her boyfriend, now that sounds more like a whore, don't you think, Lysa? Even more so when said woman is her own sister.”

Catelyn told her, giving her an accusing look. Her sister as she always did whenever she brought up that subject blushed embarrassedly and said defensively.

“I never seduced anyone, we were in love.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you want to tell yourself.” Catelyn said apathetically and rolled her eyes. Of course, she was still denying it so far. "Well, anyway. That doesn't matter to me now, it's in the past. And now, in the present, I have a much better man at my disposal, who should be arriving any minute now. So, it's time for you to go.”

Hearing that Catelyn would be receiving a visit from a man, Lysa remembered what her daughter had mentioned to her. Assuming she meant the same man, Lysa said to her sister.

“Wait, you have to keep that man away from my daughter!”

“What possible relationship would Jon have to do with Sansa?” Catelyn asked incredulously, crossing her arms.

Jon... so if it was the same guy. She wouldn't let that man anywhere near Sansa.

“Sansa mentioned that she was planning to make a 'video' together with this man. And I can't allow that, I won't let my daughter stoop so low as to display herself like that in front of the whole world.”

“Well I don't know what Sansa has told you or has planned, but believe me. Jon came north for me, not Sansa. And that I will be the one to keep him company throughout his stay. In fact, it's quite possible he won't leave my bed for the entire time he stays in the North.” Catelyn said, at this point she was only saying everything her sister wanted to hear so she would leave as quickly as possible.

“I don't care what you do, Catelyn. As long as you keep that perverted man away from my daughter, you can do whatever you want with your life. And I also want you to stay away from Sansa and stop influencing her in the wrong way.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, sister.” Catelyn said carelessly.

Rearranging her satchel and having said all she had to say, Lysa left. Debating whether to return home or go back to Sansa's to try to patch things up. But when she found herself on her way out she saw that there was someone else there, who was about to knock on the door. With the sun at the back of the huge, masculine figure, Lysa recognized that long, black hair, that thick beard and that bright, charming smile. For a second she thought she saw her first love, the man who was Sansa's true father.

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Jon got out of the cab and began to examine his surroundings, making sure he was in the right place. The North was a huge country and as much of his life as he had lived here, there were many places he had not visited. It was definitely a nice neighborhood, approaching the house with the number Catelyn had given him. Jon fixed his shirt and brushed his hair back before ringing the doorbell, but before he could do so, the door unexpectedly opened, taking him by surprise.

Jon examined the woman in front of it, quickly assuming it was Catelyn. Although, she was a bit different from the photographs he had seen of her. But it was not at all uncommon for women to use filters to enhance their appearance. But usually they did it to look better, not different. But not giving the matter a second thought and having a beautiful redhead eager for him, he didn't think much of it. Jon flashed her his most charming smile and said.

 “So, you were waiting for me by the door? That's really sweet of you, love.”

“What-what?” Lysa stuttered nervously, feeling overwhelmed by the man in front of her. Everything from his physique, bearing and attitude brought back past memories.

“Don't feel embarrassed, I was anxious to meet you too.” Jon told her, moving closer to her, he wrapped a muscular arm around her waist and pressed her firmly against his torso.

Lysa didn't react in any way, she simply let herself be carried and handled. After all, that was the most natural thing for her to do.

“Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful, I can't wait to make you mine. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll walk funny for days.” Jon finished his bold statement by squeezing her thick ass hard and Lysa's only reaction was to let out a choked gasp and blush deeply.

Trying to compose herself, Lysa found her voice and managed to say.

“Wait, you shouldn't-”

But the man interrupted her and said.

“No, I don't think I can wait, love. Not when you look so delightful and ready to be eaten."

Closing the distance between them, Jon melted his lips against hers. Lysa stifled a moan in his mouth, her arms were trapped between her soft body and his strong one. And even if they were free, she doubted she would have had enough strength or desire to push him away. Instead, she decided to let herself fall into the kiss.

Oh, it had been so long since she had felt this feeling. This desire, succumbing to temptation. She felt like she was a woman again, being in the arms of a real man. To feel him simply take whatever he wanted from her and she could do nothing but submit to him.

Jon dominated the kiss from the beginning, his tongue working against hers. Lowering both hands so he could grope and squeeze her round, thick ass. With each passing second of kissing him, Lysa grew increasingly horny, any coherent thought left her mind, leaving only room for lust. But pitifully the wonderful moment was interrupted when they both heard someone clearing their throat loudly beside them.

Finally, they both broke apart. Instinctively she let out a whimpering gasp, a trail of saliva still joined their lips for a few inches until it broke and fell onto her chin. Lysa turned to the person who had interrupted them and notice that it was her sister, who was looking at them both with a frown on her face and her arms crossed.

“I think I'm having déjà vu.” Catelyn said, sounding genuinely annoyed.

Jon stared intriguingly at the new redhead who had appeared out of nowhere. But stopping to look at her more intricately, he realized that it was Catelyn Tully. She literally looked just like the pictures he had seen of her.

“Wait, I thought- you're not... I came here for Catelyn Tully." Jon said awkwardly, he felt like he had really screwed up.

“I am Catelyn Tully. The woman you were kissing so passionately, is my sister, Lysa Tully.” Catelyn said with annoyance, before turning her gaze to her sister and saying. “By the way, may I know why you were kissing my guest so passionately, dear sister?”

Still with Jon's arms wrapped around her, a Lysa with a face as red as her hair managed to escape his grasp before hurrying away without a word.

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Chapter full of redheads. One young and ambitious, willing to do anything to achieve her goals. Another more experienced, but it seems that there is always someone who always gets in the way of her plans. The other, with a dirty, dark secret and a past that will soon be revealed. And in the middle of it all, there will be Jon. It's sure to be a fun arc, which is just getting started. Next chapter will be the Smut between Jon/Catelyn and a bit more plot. Next update will be The Conquest of the Dragonwolf. Until then.