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Aegon's need to seek comfort from you every time after Alicent's lectures was a habit that had started still in childhood. As the older brother, it was expected that he would be the one to comfort you during difficult times, not the other way around. However, you never minded, letting him sneak into your private chambers whenever things went wrong.
When you married, that became even more frequent. He no longer needed to try to sneak past the guards. All he had to do, at most, was make sure none of your twin children were sleeping along with you in the bed you shared with him — he liked the little ones sleeping there if they had a nightmare or if they were feeling needy, but he did not want to be seems as weak in front of them.
Besides, most of the time, the comfort Aegon sought involved sex. Perhaps with you riding on him or him eating your cunt out... Anything like that. Still, there were nights when Aegon sought just the warmth that two naked bodies pressed against each other could bring.
That had been a habit he shared in common with your twin brother Aemond, who had been "brought" into the relationship many years before you and Aegon married. Some nights, you spent welcoming Aegon into your shared bedchamber. On other nights, if Aegon was busy with his daily duties as King, Aemond occupied your bed to seek your love as well.
Sometimes, though not so often, you had to take care of both of them, acting as a caring sister-wife and a caring twin sister and lover at the same time.
That night, you were in bed with Aegon, naked and lying on the silk sheets. Aegon was crying like a baby for the same reason he always did: something Alicent had said to him during a fit of rage. Nothing he was doing seemed good enough for Alicent or Otto. He had always been a loving husband to you, despite his past perversions on the Street of Silk, and he was also striving to be a good King.
It was difficult to handle such duties without having learned anything beforehand. Alicent criticized him for not having sought to learn about all that when he was younger, but neither she nor Otto had bothered to prepare him in that time, anyway.
They wanted to reap the fruits of something they never really dedicated themselves to sow diligently.
And when he made a mistake about his choices as king, Aegon had to deal with his mother's fury again. Cruel words and a slap on his right cheek.
That soft skin now was marked by one of her rings, so you caressed that red welt carefully, feeling Aegon whimper against your nipple as he suckled, acting like a baby craving maternal love rather than a man with sexual desires.
Your breasts were heavy with milk that had not yet dried up, even though you had stopped breastfeeding your youngest son five moons ago. Aegon took every drop during sex, and also took every drop during moments of vulnerability.
"I am here, love... I got you." You shushed his cries, the hand on his cheek moving up to his silver hair, stroking it.
His warm tears ran down and wetted your skin as he touched your other breast, playing with the round, heavy mound to distract himself.
Just as Aegon was about to close his eyes and drift off to sleep, the doors to the chambers opened, surprising both you and him, though the sound had not been loud enough to attract the attention of any servants in the hallways.
Aemond's presence quickly made itself felt, catching his siblings off guard. His gaze wandered from your unclothed form to Aegon's in the same state. His chest rose and fell with a deep breath, jaw clenched.
Aegon broke the silence, releasing your breasts and wiping the back of the hand across his chin to wipe away the milk that had leaked. "She is quite busy now. And I wish to be alone."
Without answering his older brother, Aemond moved a little closer to the bed, turning onto his side and taking off his clothes. He did not mind leaving them haphazardly on the floor, not even bothering to toss the eye-patch there as well.
His shoulders were tense, as was his jaw. Aemond's slender body made you hold your breath, your cunt suddenly tightening around nothing without you being able to contain yourself. "I need you too. Now." The prince demanded, with a slightly shaky voice that was betraying his attempt to sounds indifferent.
Although you felt aroused by the sight of your twin brother and also by the softness of your husband's body against yours, that was not the right moment for something like that. They needed your comfort. They craved your comfort.
Before they began their mumbles of "She is my wife!" and "But she is my twin sister!" to claim you, you looked at Aegon and then back at Aemond, allowing your twin to join you on the bed.
Aegon grunted, returning to suckle at your nipple — now a little sore from the stimulation. Meanwhile, Aemond lay down beside you, remaining silent and caressing the breast Aegon was not claiming at the moment. Unlike his brother, Aemond chose not to bring up his sadness's reasons in that the moment, always seeking calm comfort. You never pressured him to be honest right away, though. Instead, you welcomed him with open arms, hoping he would open up the next day.
There were tears in his single eye, you could felt them wetting your skin when Aemond laid his head on your belly, careful not to disturb Aegon, who had already sleeping while he was being breastfed, his head resting against your chest.
You stroked Aemond's long hair with your free hand to let him snuggle into you, making sure he was comfortable, just like Aegon was.