[Aster]
The night was much quieter than Aster had gotten used to over the last week. Gone were the familiar sounds of ice cracking as it melted in the dark, along with the constant dripping of water from the rocky ceiling as the ice coating it had long since thawed into puddles. The only remnants of winter were the last few stubborn chunks of ice still floating in the once-bubbling waters of the hot spring, refusing to give up without a good fight. In a week or two, those too would succumb to the rising warmth and disappear, and then everything would be back to the way he remembered it: steamy.
But until then, they still needed to use their little shelter, a cocoon made from enhanced ice and pale golden mist that kept them warm throughout the long winter. Raising his scarred hand, Aster waved it lazily high above his face, a gentle golden fog dancing around his palm as he breathed more mana into it, quite a bit more than needed. He just wanted to ensure it would last through the night and then some, so that they would have a nice, cozy shelter to wake up to in the morning.
Minutes passed in silence, the boy just watching the beautiful mist swirl around his fingers, growing thicker and thicker, until the entire shelter was nothing but a gentle, golden haze, so warm that his toes began to wiggle with delight, his pale skin tingling pleasantly.
Sleeping to his left, Nivalis stirred in that mist, a soft, sleepy murmur slipping out of her full lips as one of her slender legs moved, brushing against his equally smooth ones. With a quiet hum, she nuzzled into the side of his neck, her silver hair mixing together with the strands of his, while her hand absentmindedly wandered across his skinny chest, brushing those pink, sensitive nipples on the way to his soft tummy, and then even lower until she found a little something to hold onto. His limp, wasted shaft, the one she milked dry not an hour before.
Her fingers gently wrapped around it, trapping the small, floppy thing in her grip so she could play with it to her heart's content. Without opening her eyes even once, she began to play with it, tugging and twisting it between her slender fingers, rolling it against his smooth pelvis like a tiny sausage. She stretched the delicate foreskin to its limits, then did the opposite, slowly pushing the thin hood all the way down until his sensitive, pink tip peeked out shyly, only to squish it between her fingertips and gently massage the spongy flesh. Everything her sleepy mind could think of to mess with her son's helpless, little cocklet, she did.
But Aster didn't react to that in the slightest, already having gotten used to his mother being quite handsy with his boy bits in her sleep. It was just something that happened occasionally. Not to mention that his little shaft was drained of life and was still way too sleepy to care about her playful caresses anyway. Well, at least for the night. Being a young and growing boy, he would most likely wake up with a raging, desperate morning erection in need of a mommy's loving care and attention.
Once pleased with the mist, he let his hand rest on top of his skinny chest and took a deep breath of that warm air. Taking a glance to his right, he saw Silvia fast asleep with her back turned to him, curled up a little bit, knees half-pulled to her chest. Her immature, frail body rose and fell in a gentle rhythm, starting to relax under the warmth of the golden fog.
A little smile of satisfaction spread on Aster's lips after checking on both girls, seeing them a bit happier than before. 'Should last for a while, yeah,' he thought to himself, fluttering shut those golden eyes of his with a quiet yawn, getting ready to drift away into a peaceful slumber. Tomorrow promised to be a big day, one that he had been waiting for all winter long, so he needed all the rest he could get. Once again, they would brave the winding tunnels, all to try and find a way out of this place.
In her sleep, Nivalis continued to play with her son's soft parts without, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for a mother to do. She even slipped her fingertip beneath his delicate, thin foreskin to play more with that tiny, sensitive mushroom tip hidden within, and all without waking up. 'Must be dreaming about something naughty...' the boy thought to himself with a soft sigh.
At first, she just drew lazy circles around the pee hole, but soon began pressing down on it, gently at first, then a bit more firmly, little by little tucking his manhood into his pelvis. Having nowhere else to go, the boy's poor, soft cock just flattened against his crotch under her finger, disappearing from sight, leaving only a little pink nub sticking out of the wrinkled, hairless sack of his small testicles, looking more like a cute, pink button than a proper boy cock. Almost like a tiny girl clit, really.
Not even then did Aster react to her touch, except for the slight twitching of his thighs whenever she pressed down too hard or gave his warm, sensitive nutsack a firm and very possessive squeeze, but that was all. Instead, he just breathed his lungs full of that golden mist and spread his legs a little wider, giving his mother's naughty fingers more room to explore, and then tried to go back to sleep.
But just as his eyelids grew heavier, a quiet, barely audible sigh came from Silvia's direction, followed by a faint sniffle. At first, he thought he had imagined the sound and ignored it, but it wasn't long until she sniffled again, a bit louder this time, and then came a strange sound of a wet, choked sob, almost silent.
A frown immediately formed on his youthful face as he blinked his sleepy eyes open wide and turned his head to face her. "Silvia?" he whispered ever so quietly, not wanting to disturb his mother's sleep, and gently poked his sister's side with his finger. "You okay?" he asked softly after a pause, getting nothing but silence in response.
Aster waited, listening to the girl's breathing for quite a while, but nothing came, not a peep. With a quiet sigh, he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep yet again. 'Must have imagined it, ugh... I really need to get some rest,' he thought to himself, shifting his position slightly to get more comfortable, his soft boyhood getting tugged and twisted around by his mother's fingers in the process.
Just before his mind drifted off to the land of dreams, another tiny sniffle came from his sister's direction. 'Nope. Not imagining it.' Aster rubbed his eyes with the back of his scarred hand before turning his head to face her once more. He tried to get closer and hug the crying girl, but found himself unable to do so; his left arm wouldn't budge. Trapped between his body and his mother's, caught snugly in the softness of her big, squishy breasts, it just wouldn't move, no matter how hard he tried.
He had to shuffle and wiggle around awkwardly for a long while before he finally managed to free it, earning an unhappy grumble from Nivalis in the process, her sleepy face scrunched up into a cute pout, lips moving against his neck in a faint murmur, "...don't go..." as she tried to pull him back into her arms.
As much as Aster wanted to hug his mother and comfort her, he had to ignore her cute, sleepy pleas and move his focus down to his limp boy bits, still firmly in her grasp. Those slender fingers of hers slid around his hairless sack and under it, cradling the delicate thing in her palm, her son's most vulnerable parts hidden, safe, and protected from the scary world outside, but also trapped.
Having no other choice, the boy grabbed his mother's wrist and forcefully pulled it away, wincing slightly in the process as the tender pair got squished and stretched uncomfortably between her strong fingers, his little shaft peeking between them as if asking for help. When he eventually managed to pry her away, the hairless pouch bounced back into place, making him let out a quiet huff.
A few gentle, soothing rubs down there were all it took for him to forget about the whole thing, though, and he was quick to turn his attention back to Silvia. The boy carefully wrapped his arms around his sister from behind, spooning her small, frail body with his equally small, malnourished one. A barely audible gasp of surprise slipped past the girl's lips as she felt his warm embrace, as well as his flaccid, limp shaft resting against the curve of her soft butt, but nothing after that. She didn't glance over her shoulder, didn't try to wiggle free, nor did she say a single word to him; she just lay there in silence, pretending to be asleep.
Placing his chin on her narrow, bony shoulder, Aster whispered into her pointy ear, "You're awake, aren't you?" Her long, silver hair tickled his face as he spoke, strands of it sticking to his pink lips, making him blow it away quietly in an annoyed huff. His hand moved across her slender waist and under her arm to come to rest upon her soft tummy, rubbing gentle circles on it in a soothing manner, his little finger occasionally dipping into her belly button. "Are you nervous about tomorrow?" he guessed quietly, moving his lips even closer to her ear, not wanting to raise his voice too much.
For a few moments, Silvia didn't answer, but then, a muffled, shy mumble left her mouth. "Mhm... kinda," she said, nodding her head ever so slightly.
It was a lie, Aster could tell by the tone of her voice and the tension in her body against his. Something was bothering her. Something else, not the danger of the outside. "Does he know that you're sad?" came a question, a faint smile gracing his lips.
A frown of confusion formed on Silvia's youthful face, the bridge of her small nose creasing with it. "Who? What?" she muttered, shifting slightly in his arms.
His smile grew into a cheeky one as he replied, "Mr. Tickles, who else?" His arms wrapped tighter around his sister's slim frame, his fingers wiggling menacingly against her fair skin, drawing a soft yelp of surprise from her throat as she squirmed helplessly in his embrace.
Covering her mouth with her hand to muffle the sound of her laughter, Silvia writhed, arching her back and kicking her feet in a weak attempt to escape from her brother's tickly assault. But she clearly wasn't in the mood for that kind of silly game, and so her laughter came out more like forced giggles than the ones he was used to. The moment she felt a break in the tickling, she mumbled a weak, "Stop... please. I don't wanna..." and continued to lie in silence, golden eyes focused on the stone wall in front of her.
With a little sigh, Aster moved his hands back onto her tummy, letting her relax in his arms. "Want to talk about it? Whatever it is on your mind," he asked after some hesitation, letting his messy, silver locks blend with her much more neatly combed ones as he nuzzled into her neck, his hot breath tickling her skin. "I'm worried about you, silly," the boy added in a whisper, his golden eyes focused on her cute, pointy ear.
Not looking back at him, Silvia stayed quiet for a moment longer before letting out a deep, trembling sigh. "No," she mumbled, rubbing her pink cheek against the back of her hand, sniffling quietly.
Tucking away a few stray strands of her silver hair behind her ear, Aster gave her neck a tiny, gentle kiss, his lips lingering there for a while as he took a few deep breaths, inhaling the scent of her skin. Then, another kiss followed, and another; he started slowly making his way toward her shoulder, peppering the delicate curve of her neck with soft, loving kisses all the way. Yet no matter how many of those he gave her, the girl didn't say a single thing, her only reaction being that she leaned into his warm hug ever so slightly, allowing him to pepper her neck with those tiny, affectionate pecks.
It continued like this for a while, with his gentle kisses and her silence. That is, until he stopped mid-kiss, his lips pressed against her soft, flawless skin, a thoughtful look forming on his face. "Is it... is it because of our sparring a week ago?" he asked, breaking the silence. The moment he spoke, Silvia tensed in his arms and shook her head, but did so way too quickly.
'So it is, then...' Aster let out a quiet sigh against the side of her neck as he recalled how moody she had been back then, despite having won their little sparring match by two points. The days that followed were no better; she barely spoke, only nodding or shaking her head, often lost in thought. At the time, he had thought she was just nervous about their upcoming trip, but it was clear now that wasn't the case.
Aster nibbled on his lower lip and remained silent for a long time, searching for the right words to say. When he finally heard another sniffle, he couldn't wait any longer and said the first thing that came into his head, "I'm sorry that my, umm... thing... touched you... there," in a quiet, apologetic whisper. He gave her salty cheek a small, comforting kiss before nuzzling into her soft hair. It was the only thing he could think of that would upset her so much: his sudden, unexpected hardness, poking places it shouldn't have poked.
With a long sigh, the girl shook her head once more, her silver locks brushing against his nose. "It's not that..." she mumbled, rubbing the cheek he kissed with her palm, sniffling again. "It's... It's not. It's stupid, forget it," came another mumble, and with that, she tried to curl up into a ball, pulling her legs closer to her chest. "And please don't tickle me. I'm really not in the mood for that right now," she muttered, glancing at his fingers on her wrinkled tummy.
A deep frown etched itself on Aster's youthful face as he looked at her troubled, tear-filled face, his chin resting on her shoulder. "Hey... come on. Don't be like that. What's wrong?" he whispered, gently turning her face towards his so he could see her beautiful, glistening with gold eyes. She tried to avert her gaze and look away, but he didn't let her. "Is it something I did? Did I say anything weird? I'm truly sorry if I did, I swear I didn't mean to—" his voice died in his throat when Silvia shook her head vigorously, blinking at him as tears rolled down her flushed cheeks.
"You got taller than me..." was all that the girl complained, in such a quiet, shy whisper that he barely heard her even in the silence of their shelter.
— "Huh?" he blurted out dumbly, blinking at her cute, tear-stained face in utter confusion. It was such an unexpected answer that it took him a moment to process what she had said. "You're sad because... I got taller? Wait, did I?" he mumbled, looking down at himself and then back at her, brows still deeply furrowed in confusion.
Silvia nodded her head a little, sniffling. "I noticed during our sparring..." she breathed out, trying her hardest not to sob as she spoke, but her eyes just kept filling up with tears. "And it's so stupid, and... and I don't want to cry, but... but..." her voice cracked, unable to talk anymore, only a choked sob leaving her mouth before she quickly hid her face behind her knees. "It's not fair," came another miserable mumble a brief moment later.
Slipping his hands beneath those knees, Aster shifted his body and rolled onto his back, dragging his crying sister with him in the process. She yelped softly in surprise but didn't resist, ending up pressed against his side, her face hidden in his pale chest, little fists beating weakly against it. Both her legs draped over his thighs and hips, her soft inner thighs brushing against his squishy boy parts as she squirmed in his half-hug. "It's not fair. It's not fair," she kept repeating in a quiet, sad murmur, sniffling between each of her little complaints.
Cupping her face in his scarred palm, Aster made her look up at him, brushing away the wet strands of her silver locks. "Silvia... Silvi... hey, come on." His thumb wiped away her tears and caressed the smooth skin of her cheek, but they just kept streaming down her face. She was a mess, her nose red and runny, her puffy, tired eyes glistening with tears, her lips quivering as she tried to hold back a new wave of them.
Trying his best to keep a comforting smile on his lips, Aster whispered, "So what if I'm a little taller? It doesn't matter. It really doesn't," and continued to wipe her tears away with his fingers, her lips brushing against his scarred skin as they trembled. "You're still my big sis, okay?" he assured in a soft, loving voice, holding her naked, delicate body close to his.
Shaking her head, Silvia tried to speak, but only sobs came out of her mouth, her shoulders shuddering from them. "It matters... a lot," she eventually mumbled, gulping a lump down her throat before continuing in a choked-up voice. "Who wants to be with a kid...? You'll grow up... and marry someone with huge boobs... and leave me behind," the girl whispered, sniffing and hiccuping quietly in between her words, quiet enough so that her mother wouldn't hear her very important, grown-up worries.
Only after she finished did Silvia realize what she had said, and she began sobbing even harder, this time from embarrassment. "Oh my god, I'm so stupid," she blurted, the sounds of her voice muffled by his chest as she tried to bury herself deeper in his embrace, hiding her tear-stained face.
The words came out so unexpectedly that Aster couldn't help but chuckle at them, only to receive a half-hearted punch to his chest. "That's so dumb," he said with a shake of his head, holding her tightly in his arms, caressing her smooth back in slow, soothing circles.
"It's not..." the girl murmured, peeking up at him with her big, teary eyes. A frown formed on her childish face when she noticed the smile on his lips. "Stop that, you dummy," she mumbled, poking his ribs with her finger, making him flinch. That didn't make him smile any less, though.
With a quick kiss on her salty lips, he whispered, "It is. You're pretty the way you are—" but his words were cut off by another choked sob coming from the back of her throat. Her small body shuddered in his hug as she hid her face in his chest, trying to muffle her cries so their mother wouldn't wake up.
It took her a few moments to calm down enough to look up at him once more, her golden eyes filled to the brim with tears, ready to spill over at any moment. "You say that now, while we still look alike. You won't feel the same way when you get older, I know it," she mumbled in a quiet, sad voice, pushing herself away from his naked chest to show him her prepubescent, child-like body. "Just look at me, Asty..."
Her flat chest rose and fell with every short breath she took, the slight swell of her small breasts barely noticeable, nipples of a light shade of pink standing atop them. Long silver locks waved over her petite shoulders, framing her youthful, delicate face. A sad frown marred her features, long eyelashes stuck together with tears, lips quivering as she tried to hold back another sob. "I just know how it's going to be. It's already happening..."
Aster gave her an even more confused look than before. "Ugh... what? No, it's not," he whispered, pulling her naked body back into his arms, feeling the soft heartbeat of her chest against his own.
Silvia didn't answer him at first, only taking deep, ragged breaths against his shoulder. A little bit later, she mumbled, "You stopped asking me for... for help down there." Her eyes flicked to the boy's limp, floppy shaft, then back to his face. "Ever since Mom started helping with that, you haven't asked me to do it, even once," she muttered accusatorily, ending with a quiet sniffle.
Without much thought, Aster replied, "Well, duh. Mom forbade us to mess around with each other... down there. That spanking, the second one? Remember?" he asked, shivering at the memory. The phantom pain of Nivalis's hand hitting his naked buttcheeks made him rub them against the ground for comfort. "I sure do."
"I know that..." she whispered, giving him an annoyed glare. "And I would have said no if you had asked. But..." Her voice trailed off into a quiet sigh, and she closed her eyes for a moment. "But it would have been nice, you know? To be asked," she murmured, turning around to lie on her side with her back to him, just like before. "Forget it. It's stupid. I know."
'I don't get it,' was Aster's first thought as he stared at her bony back, blinking in confusion. 'Girls...' came his second, accompanied by a long sigh as he wrapped his arms around her once more, spooning her from behind. For a while, both siblings remained silent. Silvia sniffled quietly, wiping away tears from her pink cheeks, and Aster... he just held her.
Eventually, a hesitant, awkward whisper escaped his lips. "Last week, I had a dream where..." Aster started, but paused briefly, only to press his lips against her ear and breathe hotly, "...where you did that thing with your mouth." His words drew a quiet gasp from the girl, followed by an even softer murmur of his name, "A-Asty..." He paid that no mind and continued, "It took Mom two tries to make it go away. She even complained about it, remember?"
Silvia nodded her head a little, remembering that particular morning quite well. She had watched the whole thing and seen just how much seed her brother had spilled. More than usual. A lot more. A quiet, embarrassed murmur left her lips. "You're such a dummy," she whispered, squirming in his hug.
Aster chuckled and buried himself in her silver hair, finding there her delicate earlobe to nibble on playfully. "And that's not all," he said between slurps, earning himself a cute squeak from his sister. "Sometimes, when I hug you like this, I get the urge to stick my finger in your bum, like that one time," he admitted with an even quieter whisper, releasing her now puffy, wet lobe from his lips. "I don't know why, but the thought just pops into my head randomly. You know, to see how you'd react, to tease you. But it's weird, so I never do it."
At that, Silvia's cheeks turned bright pink, her whole face heating up. She glanced over her shoulder to look at him with those big, golden eyes of hers. "You better not..." she threatened in a quiet mumble, but her expression said otherwise.
Smirking at her reaction, Aster gave her warm cheek a quick peck before continuing in a hushed whisper. "And the thing that happened during our spar?" he muttered against her skin, recalling all the awkward squirming and rubbing their bodies had done, his growing hardness getting pressed between her soft butt, her little slit rubbing against the length of his shaft. "I lost those two points 'cause I couldn't stop thinking about it," the boy confessed, making her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red.
Hiding her face in her palms, Silvia let out an embarrassed groan. "You're so stupid, oh my gods," she muttered, her feet kicking the air lightly as she tried to push him away weakly.
Refusing to loosen his hug around her, Aster only shrugged his shoulders. "And when you poop..." he began after a brief pause, only to have his face pushed away by her small but very determined hands.
"Shut up!" she squeaked in a quiet, flustered voice, covering his mouth with her palms before he could say anything more. "Ew, no, I don't wanna hear it, don't, don't!" she whined, pressing her hands even tighter against his lips, muffling his chuckles. "I swear, I will freeze your butt if you finish that sentence," she threatened in an unnaturally high-pitched tone, pointing her finger at him, a cute, angry frown on her childish face.
For a while, he just lay there, grinning into her palms until she relaxed a bit. Then, when he finally got a chance to speak, he said, "It was a joke, silly," he lied with an innocent smile on his face. "Feel any better now?"
Silvia nodded, sniffling quietly. "Yeah... a little," she whispered, letting out a long, quiet breath, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "Who just says stuff like that, you goose...?" she asked, giving him an embarrassed glare.
With another shrug, Aster replied, "Someone who wants his sister to stop crying?" Her golden eyes rolled at that, after which he helped her to get more comfortable in his arms.
The girl uncurled herself and took a moment to get settled in, her slender, hairless legs brushing against his equally smooth ones as she wiggled closer, her small feet kicking his shins a few times. When she finally found a comfortable position, Silvia let out a contented sigh, her cute, round butt pressed firmly against his crotch. "Thanks for... cheering me up," she mumbled shyly, looking away. "And sorry for waking you up and crying. It was so dumb of me," Silvia muttered in a small voice, fidgeting with her fingers awkwardly.
The boy sighed and gave the back of her neck a gentle kiss, his lips lingering on her smooth skin for a moment. He then yawned and closed his eyes, resting his chin on her bony shoulder. "It happens, don't worry about it. You can always cry to me, even if it's something silly," he whispered, giving her soft tummy a few light rubs. "Now, let's try to get some sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day," the boy mumbled, already halfway there, his voice barely audible in the quiet shelter.
"Mhmm..." Silvia hummed in agreement, following his lead and closing her eyes as well. But before she could let herself fall asleep, a strange thought popped into her mind, much like the one her brother described. Hesitantly and incredibly slowly, her hand reached between her pale thighs, fingertips searching for something. When she found that little thing, she carefully grasped it in her fingers, earning a soft gasp from Aster in the process.
With a shy murmur of her name, Silvia tucked his limp shaft between her soft, squishy thighs and pressed them together, giving him a warm place to sleep. Her smooth, hairless lips brushed gently against the delicate foreskin, giving it a goodnight kiss. Almost immediately, his small, floppy cock swelled up against her warmth, his pink tip spreading the sensitive flesh of her folds ever so slightly. Just the tiniest bit.
"Sweet dreams, dummy," she mumbled shyly, acting like it was the most natural thing for siblings to do, and quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be fast asleep. Her face burned with a deep blush, her ears even more so, peeking through her silver locks like two little flames. Silvia had to bite her lip to stifle an embarrassed whine that threatened to slip out of her mouth when her brother's shaft twitched eagerly against her wetness.
— "G-goodnight..." came a barely audible reply from Aster, and then, all went silent. Except for the quiet, excited thumping of their young hearts.