[Silvia]
"How come you made these so much faster than the real one? It only took you, like, five minutes, tops," Aster asked in a whisper, but his childish voice still echoed around the dimly lit cave, accompanied by the sounds of dripping water and the soft, rhythmic breathing of their sleeping mother in the little nest behind them.
He stood there without a single scrap of clothing covering his naked, pale body, save for the old boots that barely fit him. Not a single hair adorned his skin, not on his small chest, nor on his smooth, delicate arms and legs, and certainly not on his little, floppy, limp boyhood, which wasn't even big enough to hang between his thighs, and instead just pointed down to the ground at a gentle angle. In one of his scarred hands, he held a dagger. Not a real one, no.
It looked like it at first glance, but the blade was replaced with a smooth, rounded, and slightly curved shaft. "Hmm... and why does this look familiar...?" the boy mumbled to himself, gently squeezing the icy hilt with his fingers. For some reason, he couldn't help but feel like he'd seen something like this before, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it reminded him of. His skinny body shifted from one foot to the other as his gaze focused on the transparent ice.
Sitting next to him on a flat stone, tying her own old boots to her equally small feet, Silvia hummed quietly and shrugged her pale shoulders. For a brief moment, her golden eyes flicked to his limp boyhood, all wrinkled and cute between his legs, and a small, playful smirk formed on her lips. Then, as she lifted her gaze to meet his, her face got all serious and innocent. "Well... I didn't have to worry about making sharp edges, I guess? I just needed it to be sturdy enough, that's all," the girl said, the first thing that came to her mind.
There was no way she would admit that she had plenty of practice with the shaft part, thanks to their mother's needs. In fact, it took her longer than usual because "the blade" was much bigger than the thing that Mom was used to. That secret was for her and Mom only, a mother-daughter kind of thing. Not for boys.
Aster nodded his head, slowly at first. "Makes sense, I think..." he mumbled, tilting the dagger left and right, scratching the back of his messy, silver hair. The dull, icy tip of the weapon moved along with his hand, reflecting the pale blue light of the crystals above their heads.
Cute ribbons adorned the front of Silvia's boots as she stood up from the stone, red marks gracing her pale behind where the rock had dug into her flesh. She took a moment to brush off the dirt and bits of pebbles from her soft cheeks, then picked up her dagger from the ground. It looked exactly the same as the one Aster had, with a long, rounded, and curved icy shaft and a smooth, comfortable hilt. The weapon felt cold in her small, delicate hand as she gripped it, a chill running up her arm, something she learned to ignore long ago.
Noticing his confused expression, the girl let out a quiet sigh, her small chest rising and falling in a quick, nervous breath. Before he had the chance to figure things out, Silvia decided to distract him with the very thing he had asked for. A bit of sparring to warm up after so much time spent in that stuffy, dark hideout, doing nothing. Just a bit of practice. It was supposed to be fun. "Well, are we doing this, or do you just want to keep staring at it all day?" she asked, stepping closer to him with a little hop, a tiny splash echoing through the cave as her old boots landed in a dark puddle. "It won't help you win anyway," she added with a playful smirk.
Aster looked at her for a moment before a goofy, silly grin spread across his youthful face, and he gave her a quick nod. "Sorry... yeah, let's do this," he breathed, bouncing up and down on his feet, warming up and shaking his arms and hands to get rid of the last traces of stiffness and coldness. His boots splashed in the puddles as he did, sending little droplets of freezing water everywhere, causing the girl to squeak quietly and jump away from the splashes. "So... are there any rules we should agree on? Apart from being quiet and not waking up Mom, obviously," he mumbled, gesturing at the bed with a tilt of his head.
Silvia hummed quietly, keeping her eyes focused on the ground as she raised one slender, pale leg, starting with gentle ankle rotations to get her body ready. Goosebumps covered her fair skin, and her nipples grew hard and pointy, her small chest rising and falling with every quick breath as her heart started to beat faster with excitement. "Well, let's just keep it simple. Whoever manages to poke the other gets a point, and the first one to reach ten wins. No biting and tickling, and..." Silvia hesitated, tapping her chin with a finger in a thoughtful gesture. "Whoever wins gets a massage later tonight from the other," she said, giving him a wide, mischievous grin.
Aster chuckled at the sight of his sister, noticing the slight pink hue that rose to her cheeks as she did her warming and stretches, the bones and joints of her skinny, malnourished body cracking and popping with every move. "Only ten?" he asked, stretching out his arms and legs, and then his back, the same popping and cracking sounds coming from his joints.
With a little shrug and a nod, Silvia replied, "Well, we can continue for longer if we both feel like it, I guess?" and then added, "But I doubt you'll want to keep going after losing so many times," the girl giggled quietly, her voice dripping with playful confidence as she watched her brother's funny, clumsy stretches. "Ready when you are," she whispered, taking a few more small steps away from him, her little feet leaving wet boot prints on the cold stone.
"Uh-huh. Alright, bring it on," the boy breathed, rolling his shoulders and neck, his messy, long hair swaying around his chest. He stood with his knees slightly bent and his feet shoulder-width apart, holding his dagger firmly in his hand. Well, as much as his weak fingers allowed, at least. His flaccid boyhood didn't sway much between his legs in that moment, being too small and shriveled from the cold, only jiggling and wobbling gently whenever he shifted his hips and thighs. "I'll be looking forward to my reward tonight," he added, his voice barely above a whisper, just a bit louder than the sounds of water dripping around them.
Not wanting to wait even a second more, Silvia lunged at him, lowering herself slightly as she did, swinging her dagger at his chest, her golden eyes focused on her target, the beating of her heart loud in her ears. A cute yelp of surprise escaped Aster's throat as he jumped back with his arms flailing around, narrowly avoiding the icy blade of her weapon. It flew right past his skinny, hairless chest, the cold tip of it almost grazing his skin.
Without a second of hesitation, the boy retaliated immediately. He tried to strike her side with a swift, clumsy swing, but the girl was quick to sidestep it. The whole thing lasted barely a couple of heartbeats, and they ended up right where they started, facing each other in that small, open area in the middle of their cave, underneath the glowing, icy ceiling. "Oof... that was close," she huffed quietly, the icy hilt of her dagger feeling cold and uncomfortable in her small hand as she adjusted her grip on it, her golden eyes watching him closely, waiting for his next move.
"Yeah," Aster simply muttered, his gaze focused on her dagger, not letting it out of sight for even a single moment. Slowly, they began to circle each other, splashing in the puddles with every little step. Their breathing echoed faintly around them as their gazes locked onto one another. For a while, neither dared to move, waiting for the other to do something silly. A whole minute must have passed by, maybe two, without anything happening, just a few feints here and there, making the other flinch. Then, with a single, quiet breath, Silvia lunged at her brother once more.
The only thing, though, was that Aster had the same bright idea, much to her surprise. In the blink of an eye, they both jumped at each other, swinging their daggers in clumsy arcs, and, in a heartbeat, they hit each other's sides at the same time, and did it pretty hard, too. Silvia, only by some miracle, managed to muffle her pained yelp, keeping her lips tightly shut as she jumped back and looked at her side where the dull, icy hilt of Aster's weapon hit her.
Her hand rubbed at the sore spot as she squinted at her brother, about to scold him, but she stopped when she noticed that he was doing the exact same thing, rubbing his bony ribs; his face was just as pained and miserable as hers. After a few seconds, the pain started to fade away slowly, and Silvia let out a long, quiet groan before adding, "Ouch... dang it, why does it hurt so much?" She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, unable to stand still, trying to soothe the ache in her side.
Aster let out a quiet, pained groan of his own and nodded in agreement. "Let's try not to hit each other so hard. We... ughh... we might break our ribs like this," he suggested, earning himself a quiet hum from the girl. "Oh, and I guess we can each take a point, right? Although... in a real fight, we'd both be dead. So maybe, neither?" he added, letting go of his side, and after a bit of thinking, Silvia did the same, nodding her head in agreement.
With a little shrug of her pale shoulders, Silvia mumbled, "Yeah. No points, let's just continue," and then tucked a few silver strands of her hair behind her pointed ear. She took a deep breath and stretched out her hand with the dagger, adjusting her grip on the cold hilt once more. "Ready?"
"Mhm," the boy hummed, rolling his shoulders. They resumed circling each other, their naked, prepubescent bodies growing tense under the pale, blue glow of the crystals above, their golden eyes locked onto one another, not daring to blink even once. This time, Aster was the first one to attack, and while Silvia managed to sidestep his clumsy thrust at the last second, she failed to react fast enough to stop his second, much quicker swing that struck her soft tummy, hitting her just below her belly button, making her gasp quietly. There was barely any strength behind that hit; the only thing that hurt was her pride.
"This is kinda fun. One-zero," Aster quietly chuckled, stepping back to get away from her retaliatory swing that came a split-second later. His messy, silver hair flopped over his skinny chest as he leaned back, just barely avoiding the dull blade of her dagger as it flew past his face, his golden eyes widening at how close it had been to hitting him.
Rubbing her tummy in slow, gentle circles, Silvia couldn't help but mock him a little by repeating his words in a quiet, silly voice. "This is kinda fun, my butt," the girl huffed, suddenly jumping at him with a muted battle cry, putting all the strength and speed her small frame could muster into that one swing of her weapon. The icy dagger swung through the air and left a trail of wetness on the tender, delicate flesh of the boy's inner thigh, just above the knee.
He winced at that, not from pain, but because it felt right to do so, adding a bit of drama to the whole thing. He retaliated immediately, trying to hit her wrist with the rounded, dull tip of his dagger, but she was already out of reach, taking a few steps back with a smug grin on her face. "One-one. What about now, mhm? Still fun? Hmmm?!" she whispered, sticking her pink tongue at him, making an immature, silly fart sound with her mouth that echoed around the cave.
Aster couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable she looked when she got all angry and competitive like that, the way she puffed out her cheeks, furrowed her brows, and scrunched up her little nose ever so cutely. Just perfect, in his eyes. "I thought we agreed on no tickling? That little hit of yours definitely felt like it," he said, sticking his equally small tongue at her, and then immediately lunged at the girl again, hoping to catch her off-guard.
And catch her off-guard, he did. Just as she was about to say something even meaner, he jumped, and all that came out of her mouth was a cute yelp of surprise as she stumbled away from his swing. Not far enough, though. Seeing the dull blade of the icy dagger draw dangerously close, Silvia reacted purely on instinct and grabbed his wrist with both of her hands, stopping the icy dagger mid-thrust, just a hair's breadth away from her soft tummy. "Not hap... ugh... happening," she groaned, struggling to keep his arm from moving, their faces growing red from the strain. "I won't... ugh... let you, dummy..."
Aster kept twisting his hand in her grip, trying to reach her wrist with the dull tip of the icy dagger. However, the girl adjusted her grip on his arm each time that happened, moving away from the dagger's reach. She tried to do the same—poke his arm and get a point—but in her efforts, she nearly let the dagger slip from her fingers due to all the wriggling happening around. As a result, she had no choice but to awkwardly press the dagger against her chest with her forearm to pin it in place. Losing it would make her chances of winning even worse, and she didn't like that one bit.
Weird stalemate, that was. The two half-elven children wrestled in the dark, dimly lit cave, their naked bodies of the same pale hue tensing up under the effort, brows furrowed, and eyes squinting. Their thin arms shook from the strain, feet slowly sliding across the wet stone as they tried to find a better position to push or pull.
Then, Silvia did the only thing she could think of in that situation. With a quiet, barely audible grunt, she quickly rotated herself in place so that she was facing away from her brother, making the boy spin around her clumsily. When his chest pressed against her back and she was sure that she had a good grip on his wrist, the girl started pushing him away with that little butt of hers, all while still holding onto him tightly.
She hoped it would make him drop the icy dagger. Again and again, her soft buttcheeks slammed into his hariless pelvis, making the boy wince every time it happened. "Just... drop it... already!" she huffed quietly, additionally hitting his hand with her knee to make him let that stupid fake knife go.
But Aster was stubborn, not wanting to lose that precious point. He didn't drop the weapon; instead, he wrapped his free arm around the girl's waist, pressing himself against her back as tightly as his skinny body allowed, no matter how much his testicles and floppy, small boyhood hurt from all the hitting she did. His chin rested on her shoulder as he kept trying to hit any part of her with his dull blade, feeling her heart racing in her small chest, getting even louder than the ragged, hot breaths she took, clouding the cold air around them.
"Not... happening," the boy grunted quietly in her ear between her relentless slams of her butt against his hips. With every single hit, his tiny, limp testicles and shaft got squashed flat against her soft, round ass, making him wince and shudder quietly in pain, his little balls throbbing gently. "Ouch... hey, that's... ouch..." he eventually muttered as the hits grew stronger, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hearing his pained groans, Silvia smirked and looked over her shoulder, their flushed faces just a breath away from one another. "Hm? That's what? You'll give up and let me win this one?" she breathed out, the words coming out in quick gasps between her slams, her buttcheeks turning slightly red from all the hits, yet she didn't stop.
On the contrary, seeing that it worked so well, the girl increased the frequency and power of her strikes, hitting him even harder, not allowing him a moment of respite. "Give up. Give. Up," she whispered, the icy blade almost grazing the softness of her tummy a couple of times, but each time she found more strength to push it away, not wanting to let him have that sweet, sweet point. Her big-sister instincts kicked in, not allowing her to be bested by the little brat.
"Nope... not a chance..." Aster mumbled between her relentless slams, gritting his teeth as he endured the torture of her soft, bouncy ass hitting him. If it wasn't that bad at first, after a minute or two, it started to really hurt; his small, tender boy bits simply were not built for such treatment, reddening and aching from the constant hitting.
Seeing no other choice, he took a deep breath and opened his fingers, letting the dagger fall onto the stone with a quiet thud. The moment that happened, Silvia immediately released his wrist and began moving her dagger into his side, a smug, satisfied smirk spreading across her lips.
But before she could do so, the boy, in just a heartbeat, wrapped his arms around her hands and locked them against her own chest, leaving her helpless. "Gotcha," he whispered, pressing his naked, skinny body even tighter against her, burying his face into her messy silver hair, his nose getting tickled by the stray strands of her shiny locks. His chest rose and fell in a fast rhythm, trying to catch his breath, and his heart beat like crazy, pounding against the girl's back.
Struggling in his embrace, Silvia shook and wriggled, but couldn't free her arms no matter what she tried. "You dropped your weapon, you dummy... You can't win now," she huffed in his arms, resuming her squishing against his pelvis, slamming her soft, bouncy ass into him with all the force she could muster, but to no avail. He pressed himself so tightly against her that her little butt didn't have any room left to move, and her efforts were now more like cute, desperate rubs and wriggles.
"You can't either," Aster breathed heavily into her neck, the girl's hair sticking to his flushed face as he kept the girl in his tight grip. For a while, they remained like that, standing naked, with their pale, skinny bodies pressed tightly together, and their chests rising and falling as one. His hairless boyhood stayed trapped against her soft, small ass, the little, tender testicles and flaccid shaft taking the soft hits and rubbing against her warm, smooth skin. "Let's call it a draw," he murmured after a long pause.
A grunt of disapproval was Silvia's only response. She continued her desperate wiggling in his arms, trying to poke him with her dagger, their old, worn-out leather boots splashing around in the puddle as the girl shuffled in place, attempting to free herself, but nothing seemed to work. Then, she suddenly paused. A quiet, surprised "oh..." escaped her lips when she felt something soft and warm start growing against her tender, pale butt, gently pushing itself in between her smooth buttcheeks.
Twitches and throbs of life ran through Aster's limp boyhood, slowly hardening and stiffening up, forcing the tip deeper into the softness of the girl's behind. A quiet, barely audible moan slipped out of his lips as he felt the warmth of her fair skin surrounding his sensitive, needy shaft, his pink tip slowly poking its way deeper and deeper between her soft cheeks until it was stopped by her puckered, tight hole.
A cute squeak of surprise escaped her mouth as she felt that. She lifted herself a little on her tiptoes, clenching her butt tightly to stop it from entering her, but that only made things worse. Because she did that, Aster's stiff, throbbing shaft slipped from her buttcheeks and slid right in between her thighs, the pink tip of it gently kissing her soft, delicate folds.
Her whole body trembled, her knees buckling at the sudden, unexpected touch, eyes going wide with panic. Trying to revert the situation to how it was, Silvia lowered herself down, and that turned out to be an even bigger mistake, as the movement caused his stiff, warm shaft to rub along the length of her slit, parting it slightly with the pink tip. The feeling of its warmth, its shape, and the way its veins pulsed against her soft flesh made her shift her hips uncomfortably, which only helped his erection nestle snugly between her equally pink, puffy folds.
His hot, throbbing length pressed firmly against her most sensitive spot, her slick fluids coating the boy's needy cock in her juices, making it shiny and wet. The gentle curve of it matched perfectly the shape of her folds, her little nub pressing right into his pulsing tip, as if they were made to fit together just like that.
"Sorry... ugh, sorry," the boy breathed softly in her ear, loosening his arms around her. "I-I... let's just take a break, I think? I feel a bit winded," he lied, mumbling quietly, his shaft thudding in between her soft folds intact with his racing heart.
Biting her lip at the feeling of his growing, warm hardness, she nodded her head. "I think so, too... yeah," she whispered, her legs trembling as she gently pulled herself away from his embrace, feeling his stiff, warm shaft slowly slide out from between her wet folds, the tip of it rubbing along the soft, puffy slit all the way and past her tight opening.
The boy's member sprang free, bobbing in front of him for a moment, and when she turned around to face him, she couldn't help but notice how much it glistened in the faint blue light of the crystals above them, all because of her. It took her a moment to find her voice, clearing her throat quietly. "I guess you won? You poked me good... with it," she giggled softly, looking down at his crotch with a shy, curious gaze, the pink tip of his erection shining in the pale light of the cave, a small dollop of precum forming at the slit.
Following her eyes, Aster looked at his shaft, a deep blush covering his entire face. "Yeah, well... I'm not sure if that counts," he mumbled, unsure what to do with his hands. Fidgeting awkwardly, he ended up just holding them behind his back, letting her stare at his stiff, leaking erection as much as she wanted. "I... uh... sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear," he whispered, averting his golden eyes, looking anywhere but at her.
Silvia smiled at him and shook her head softly, letting out a long, embarrassed sigh. "It's okay... I mean, it happens? It's how boys are, and... uhm... I'm just glad Mom didn't see that," she mumbled, her golden gaze shifting from his stiff, glistening shaft to his flustered face. "I can't even imagine the spanking she would give both of us. Yikes," she added, trying to fill the awkward silence, the girl's face getting redder by the second.
The boy could only nod in response, standing there quietly, his heart thumping wildly in his chest, blood rushing through his veins, and keeping his shaft nice and hard for her to see. "Can we keep going? Not with the rubbing, I mean... the sparring. The, uh... the massage is still up for grabs," Silvia eventually spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not the kind Mom would give, though. A normal one," she quickly clarified, hoping he wouldn't get the wrong idea.
Clearing his throat quietly, Aster nodded and reached down to pick up his icy dagger from the stone floor. "Sure, yeah. But let's add a new rule to call it a tie if we end up in that... weird hug again. We need to learn how to dodge and attack properly, not whatever the heck we did just now," he suggested, taking a step back, his shaft swaying between his legs with every move of his hips, his thin foreskin stretching painfully as he did so; it always did when he was this hard. "Ready?" he asked after a long pause.
Just as she was about to nod, her golden eyes for some reason wandered up to the tousled, silver hair on his head, still in need of a good morning brush from either her or Mom. She didn't know why, but when she blinked again, her attention was glued to it. Something was simply not right, a feeling that she couldn't quite put her finger on, and the longer she watched his hair, the stronger that feeling grew.
A soft frown graced her youthful face as she tried to figure out what had changed, then her brows slowly lifted as the realization began to dawn on her. It was something she should have noticed long ago, during winter, but refused to admit to herself until this very moment... He had grown taller than her. Not by much, but for someone as small as she was, who hadn't grown at all since turning ten and gaining her affinity, it was quite significant.
Tears welled in the depths of her golden eyes, threatening to spill onto her pale cheeks, but she blinked them away, forcing a small, awkward smile on her face. "Mhm. Let's keep going," she mumbled, raising her icy weapon. Dull pain throbbed in her chest, a pain that was completely unrelated to their little spar, a pain that came from a deep sadness that threatened to burst out of her. Aster had gotten taller.