[Aster]
It probably was the most amazing night Aster ever had, and that's saying a lot considering he didn't manage to catch even a moment of sleep throughout it. How could he, when his every thought was filled with nothing but his sister? The softness and warmth of her thighs, and the wet, tender folds pressed snugly against his swollen, eager boyhood, holding him there in a very tight, loving embrace.
All night long, he lay there, spooning Silvia from behind, doing his hardest not to spurt rivers of warm, sticky seed onto those wet pussy lips of hers. Every little shift and stir of her hips made her delicate folds slide up and down his stiff length, teasing and coaxing his sensitive tip of the same pink hue, and it was driving the boy absolutely crazy.
Aster tried to ignore the sensations and just try to sleep; he really did, but there was no helping it. He probably could have just moved his hips away, but... he didn't want to. Doing such a thing would have taken even more willpower than trying not to fill his sister's thighs with his hot, thick cum. And it just felt right, feeling her slickness down there mixing with his own. It felt like they belonged there, together, like this.
And so, with his shaft throbbing madly between her thighs, he lay there with his eyes wide open, staring at the back of her head. His arms were wrapped around her small, slender waist, feeling her breathing and her heartbeat through the smooth skin of her tummy, his naked chest pressed against her skinny back.
All night long, like a statue, he held in all those moans and quiet groans that threatened to escape into her silver hair. And yet, it was still the best night of his life. When the morning finally came, he had to practically beg Nivalis to take care of his raging erection, and care, she did.
"Ugh... how much do you even have in there?" Nivalis groaned, frowning down at her son's young, stiff penis. Milky-white, sticky globs of cum oozed out of his slit and between her delicate fingers, coating them thoroughly with each new spurt. He was sitting in her lap with his thighs pressed tightly together, her left arm holding him close against her, while her right hand was busy tugging on his shaft. "We were supposed to leave a good forty minutes ago, Aster," the mother scolded, giving his pink tip another squeeze, just in time with a fresh burst of his young, burning to the touch seed.
Aster could only moan in response, his little toes curling up as his small, slightly saggy balls emptied themselves for the third time that morning. "Sowwy, Mom... I-It should be the last one, I think..." he mumbled, looking up at her with those big, golden eyes of his, face red and sweaty. His slightly feminine hips twitched weakly as the final, feeble spurts escaped the tip, adding to the mess already covering her fair-skinned hand, his soft, pale tummy, and thighs. 'Yeah, that's a lot of seed...' he thought, staring down at his own mess with a tired smile.
"It better be," Nivalis mumbled under her breath, giving his cheek a quick peck to reassure him that she wasn't actually angry at him. She then made sure to give the boy's balls a thorough massage, gently squeezing and rubbing the soft pair between her slick fingers, just how he liked it after he came. "Sweetie," the mother whispered to the girl sitting nearby, on the edge of the flat stone they all sat on, near the freezing waters of their hot spring, watching them with her head resting on her knees, "be a dear and bring me something to clean up all this mess, would you?" Her fingers did not stop rubbing the boy's small sack, making him squirm weakly in her lap.
Slow blinking was all that she got in return, Silvia staring at them with her sleepy, half-closed eyes. "Mm?" came a quiet hum from her after quite a bit of delay, followed by a cute little yawn.
Nivalis let out a quiet sigh, an annoyed mumble escaping her lips, "Oh, for the love of... Why are you two so sleepy today?" as her gentle fingers continued to knead the boy's sticky softness, making sure that everything that could come out, did. Strings of white stretched between her slender digits and the wrinkly sack of his, the smell of her boy filling her lungs with each breath. After a moment, she repeated herself, louder and a bit more sternly. "Silvia? Could you get something to clean up your brother's... mess? Please?"
Snapping out of her trance, the girl nodded quickly, muttering a sleepy "Oh, sorry, yeah." She slowly stood up, giving the other two a lovely view of her small, perfectly smooth butt as she walked back to the shelter wearing nothing but her old boots. Little jiggles rippled through her soft skin with every cute, careful step she took.
While Silvia rummaged around in their small shelter, looking for something to use for cleaning, Nivalis bent towards the water nearby and quickly rinsed her hand in it, letting the clear, freezing water wash away the stickiness and thick globs of cum stuck between her fingers. She then splashed the water on Aster's soft tummy, causing him to let out a surprised yelp. "Cold! Mom, it's cold!" he whined, squirming in her arms as she rubbed the sensitive skin of his lower belly. "I can do it mysh—myself," he tried to protest, but his mother just hushed him gently and continued her cleaning.
Just in time, Silvia returned with two small pieces of cloth, the very ones she had used for her embroidery practice. One of them even had the beginnings of a clumsy-looking flower drawn on it, with a few threads sticking out from the center of the circle. After wetting the cloth in water, the girl handed the uglier one to her mother, who immediately began wiping away the seed from her son's stomach and thighs. "Thanks, sweetie," Nivalis mumbled, using one finger to pull down the delicate folds of his foreskin to clean inside it too, drawing another soft yelp from her son as cold water touched his sensitive tip.
Wiggling his hips to escape the cold sensation, Aster looked down at her hand and blushed at the sight of his own mother cleaning him up like that, a bit embarrassed but also grateful. "I can do it... Mom..." he mumbled weakly but didn't try to stop her; he just fidgeted and squirmed, toes curling up against the rough stone.
Standing there with a piece of wet cloth in her hand, Silvia watched as Nivalis worked, waiting to give it to her once the other one got too dirty, which didn't take long; Aster made quite the mess. A few giggles escaped the girl's lips at the sight of her brother trying to wiggle like a worm, but she went quiet the moment he gave her that cute, angry look of his. She quickly hid her face behind the wet piece of cloth she was holding so he wouldn't see the smirk on her lips.
"Hold still, Aster. I'm not done yet," Nivalis mumbled to him in a firm voice, giving his tiny dick a flick with her finger, making it bounce a little and him yelp, going still in an instant, despite the freezing water on his soft parts. "See? That wasn't hard at all, now was it?" she hummed and continued, gently wiping away the milky mess on his pale, hairless crotch. "I'll be done in a minute, okay?"
Noticing a white, creamy blob of her brother's cum dangling from her mother's breast, Silvia stepped closer to the woman and gently wiped the mess away, giving it a playful squeeze when it was clean. "You had... something... on your boob," the girl mumbled, folding up the wet cloth in her hand to hide the now dirty part of it.
With a sigh, Nivalis took the folded cloth from her daughter and put on the stone the other, dirtier one. "Thanks," she said quietly, with an embarrassed voice, and resumed cleaning. The second piece was smaller than the first, so it didn't take long before it, too, became soaked through with Aster's thick, gooey, thick boy-cream.
Just as Nivalis was about to stand up to go rinse it, Silvia chirped, "I'll go do it, Mom. Don't get up," and quickly took the piece from her fingers, as well as the one from the stone, and hurried to the water before her mother could stop her.
"Ugh, honey..." Nivalis winced, watching the girl rinse the seed-stained cloth in the cool, clear water, her brother's cum sticking to those slender fingers of hers. "...you really shouldn't have done that," the mother said with a deep sigh, looking down at her son with an expression of 'look what you did' on her face. He averted his gaze almost immediately, pretending to be very busy wiggling his little toes.
Giving his pink shaft a few gentle flicks, Nivalis huffed softly at his embarrassed face, drawing a few more yelps and giggles from him. When the boy finally looked up, she could only let out a soft chuckle and shake her head, muttering, "Such a troublemaker, ugh... Why did it have to be three times, huh? That's not normal," under her breath, giving his soft boyhood a gentle, loving squeeze. She didn't have to do it, but... it just looked very adorable, all small and pink like that.
After a few splashes of cool water, Silvia's fingers were finally clean, glistening in the pale light of the crystals above. "There!" she mumbled and hurried back to the other two, wringing all the water out of the two small cloths along the way, leaving a wet trail on the dark stone behind her. "Here, Mom. All done," the girl said with an innocent smile and handed both pieces to Nivalis, who took them from her with a slightly annoyed expression on her face.
Nivalis quickly finished her work on the boy's front and then, without much thought, flipped him over onto his tummy, making the boy let out a surprised grunt. With his naked butt presented to her, she put the dirty pieces of cloth aside and slipped her fingers in between his squishy cheeks, and gave him a quick, gentle wipe. Just to make sure he was squeaky clean down there, as the boys tend to be quite forgetful when it comes to personal hygiene. She could feel her son tense under her touch when she brushed against his delicate, pink ring.
— "I-I... I can... can do it myself, really..." Aster breathed out, holding onto his mother's thighs as her finger traced circles around his little hole. But like before, she just hushed him gently and, after wetting her hand in the water, rubbed his bottom once more, her freezing fingers pressing lightly against his shy, twitching pucker.
Silvia couldn't help but giggle at the expression on his face as he endured the tickling against his sensitive ring, his spine curving and arching with every little movement of their mother's finger. "What a cutie," she teased, leaning in closer to give him a light boop on the nose, drawing a cute, embarrassed, and furious frown from the boy.
"Alright, sweetie, you're all clean now. Off you go," Nivalis said, giving his pale butt a light smack before helping him stand up. He wobbled on his feet, his face as red as a tomato and with that same angry frown on it. "Get dressed, both of you. I'll go wash myself too," she told them, glancing down at her naked breasts to check for any trace of her son's cum still on her skin. Finding none, she took the cloth, rose from the cold stone, and made her way to the water, ignoring the two siblings wrestling behind her.
...
Sitting right next to the entrance to their small shelter, Silvia let out a quiet yawn and rubbed the sleepiness from her golden eyes. Her gaze followed the naked form of their mother washing herself by the edge of the pool, splashing her fair-skinned breasts with the cool, crystal clear water from it. Shivering a little, the girl pulled her rugged cloak tighter around herself, the one they had used as bedding just moments ago, and let out a soft huff when it did very little to warm her.
It covered her from neck to ankles, hiding her petite body underneath it, the fabric old and rough against her sensitive skin. Her silver hair flowed gently down her shoulders and back, a few strands standing up here and there, giving her the look of someone who just wrestled her stupid little brother, simply because she made fun of him while he was getting his butt cleaned. A very specific look, indeed.
Suddenly, a soft, barely audible voice startled the girl out of her thoughts. "Didn't get much sleep?" came a whisper from Aster, who was sitting right next to her, not a trace of annoyance from earlier on his face; his shoulder pressed against her own. He, too, wore a makeshift cloak... well, more like a ragged skirt, as it didn't cover his torso. But it did, at least, hide that squeaky clean butt of his, the thought of which made Silvia's lips curve up in a small smile.
Another yawn escaped the girl's mouth as she nodded her head, answering a simple, "Yeah..." before smacking her lips sleepily. She then gave him an accusing glance and nudged him in the ribs with her elbow, not saying a word. He blushed.
A few awkward moments passed as they both sat there in silence, broken only by the quiet splashing of water coming from their mother, until Aster repeated after her. "Yeah..." he mumbled and went silent again. His golden eyes kept flicking to her face, his cheeks reddening with each passing glance.
When they landed on her thighs, covered by the rough fabric of her cloak, he couldn't help but gulp down a lump in his throat, his mind filling with memories of how those same soft, smooth, and warm thighs of hers had held his boyhood captive. He could still feel the wet softness of her hairless slit against his shaft, puffy lips hugging him in a tender embrace there, leaving his entire length slick with her juices. 'That was... something,' he thought to himself, letting out a longing sigh.
Covering her thighs with her palms, Silvia gave him an annoyed glare, knowing precisely what was going through his head at that moment. "Stop it, you doofus," the girl hissed quietly at him, giving his shoulder a light bump with hers, a blush spreading on her face as well. "If Mom finds out what we did last night... we're both so dead. Like, really, super dead," she whispered, brows furrowed cutely on her young face. "It was a one-time thing, okay? Just... don't get any ideas, stupid."
The boy nodded quickly, gulping loudly, the vivid image of his mother's disapproving frown flashing before his eyes. "Mhmm, yeah," he hummed, and his gaze returned to Nivalis's slender backside, just in time to see her finish her washing and turn around.
With a quiet sigh, Nivalis brushed the wet strands of her long, silken hair from her breasts, giving her body a quick shake to get rid of any water droplets still on her pale skin. "Maybe... once a week? We'll be really careful this time, unlike the last two times we got spanked," he quickly asked before their mother got too close, earning himself an angry, whispered, "Shush!" from his sister, and another glare that lasted a mere blink before her face quickly turned into that of a sweet, innocent little girl with a cute smile on her lips. One that did not spend the entire night with her brother's throbbing penis against her princess parts.
"Are we ready?" Silvia asked their mother once she stepped closer to them, standing up from her seat and stretching her slender arms above her head, letting the boy see her ankles and old boots beneath the cloak.
Hopping between the rocks and puddles, Nivalis approached the young duo and nodded her head in response. "Yeah, start your mana thing while I dry off," she mumbled as she sat down next to Aster. Taking the hem of his cloak, she pulled it up and used it to dry her body, exposing his pale thighs beneath it. It wasn't a big deal if his cloak ended up a bit wet, as Aster didn't get cold anyway. "Sorry, sweetie. I'll be quick," she whispered, giving her boy a gentle smooch on the cheek.
Aster didn't mind at all and only gave her a quick smile before turning his gaze to his sister, who had already taken a deep breath and closed her eyes, her pretty face scrunching up in concentration. The boy then watched his mother for a bit longer as her hands rubbed the cloth over the round curves of her breasts and the softness of her tummy, trying to make the fabric absorb the water from them. He just couldn't help it. Like watching the sun rise over the horizon or staring into the campfire's dancing flames, it was a sight that was meant to be admired.
Nivalis felt his eyes on her, and when she glanced at him, Aster pretended to be very busy, ignoring her suspicious gaze at him. He closed his eyes as well and began filling his chest with ignited mana, just like Silvia was doing.
Heat quickly spread through his chest, beginning as a pleasant warmth but quickly turning to a burn that made it difficult to breathe, as if he were inhaling fire and smoke. Tension built in his small chest, and the more his heart thumped, the worse and worse it got. His breathing became rapid and ragged, and sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool, damp air of the cave; the sleepiness from earlier vanished in a heartbeat. 'I should probably cast that strengthening spell now instead of waiting until we hit unfamiliar parts of the tunnels,' he thought to himself, a long exhale escaping his pink lips. 'Yeah, it's been a while. Better to be safe.'
Giving himself a nod of approval, Aster took a few more deep breaths and then concentrated on the swirling, raging mana inside him, willing it to seep into the muscles of his arms, legs, butt, and back. The moment it did so, pain flared up throughout his entire body, making him want to scream and writhe on the floor, the feeling of it burning him from the inside filling his whole being, as if someone had poured boiling oil into each and every muscle of his. But his face showed no signs of discomfort, and his posture remained still. He was used to it.
Aster opened his eyes again, his glowing irises casting a warm, faint light over his sister's pained expression, and then glanced at his mother. "Done, Mom," he whispered, noticing that she was no longer naked but wore her ragged clothes, a small makeshift bag slung over her shoulder, and a dagger clutched in her hand. She gave him a soft pat on the back of his head and pressed him into the softness of her breasts, her chin resting on the top of his head, and they both waited for the girl to finish.
It took Silvia quite some time to finish, and not because she was any slower at igniting the mana, but because she first had to spend a good chunk of it creating two ice daggers. Similar in size to the one Nivalis held, one was for herself and the other for her brother. Nivalis grumbled a bit about why she had waited until the very last moment to make them, but the girl only shrugged in response, mumbling a quiet, "I forgot."
Once both daggers were done and the mana filled her chest to the brim, Silvia chirped, "Ready!" and jumped on the spot excitedly, only to wince in pain a second later. "Stupid mana. Ow ow ow..."
Nivalis gave each of them another once-over and then nodded, standing up. "Alright," she breathed out, turning to face the dark tunnel leading outside their little home, sealed off by a thick wall of ice. "Remember our rules?" she asked, a bit nervously as she fiddled with the hilt of her dagger. "Stay close, no matter what. Don't get distracted, and, above all else, be silent," she whispered to both of her children, her gaze focused on the dark tunnel before them.
Aster hummed as he approached the icy wall, giving his mother a reassuring smile over his shoulder. "We know, Mom. Don't worry. It will be fine," he whispered and then glanced at his sister, who was standing on her tiptoes beside him, holding both daggers in her small hands. With a quick nod to her, he placed his scarred palm on the cold, smooth surface of the ice wall and started melting it away. Water quickly pooled on the floor at his feet, dripping down into a nearby puddle.
Once the way was open, Aster took his knife from his sister's hand and crawled into the narrow opening in the wall, squinting his glowing eyes at the darkness before him. His knees and hands shuffled against the sharp, rough rocks, his totally-not-skirt dragging gently behind him.
"Be careful," Nivalis warned as she helped Silvia get through after the boy, and then crawled through herself. As always, her hips proved to be a bit of an issue, but she managed to squeeze through with only a few quiet grunts of discomfort.
"I know, Mom," Aster mumbled in reply, waiting for the girls to catch up to him. When he felt Silvia give his butt a gentle push, he started moving further through the winding tunnel until he caught sight of the second ice wall blocking the entrance to their home; behind it lay the dark unknown of the caves, waiting for them to explore. It was much more melted than the first one, as they had been here for quite some time now, but it still held, if only barely.
He created a small flame in his palm to have a bit more light, and when it flared to life, he squinted through the melting ice to see if anything was waiting for them out there. Not that anything ever did; those worms usually run away from the faintest hint of light, but he still had to check. Just to be safe. "It's clear," he whispered over his shoulder, receiving yet another pat on the butt from his sister.
Just as Aster touched the wet, icy wall to start melting it away, his mother's voice made him pause. "Give me a second. I'll use my Blessing to check if there's anything nearby," she said and fell silent. After half a minute, she gave him the go-ahead. "Start slowly," came her whisper, followed by the soft sound of her blade clanking lightly against the stone wall, over and over in a steady rhythm.
Aster did as told and slowly melted a small opening in the ice. As soon as he caught a whiff of fresh air seeping through, Nivalis screamed in a deafening, panicked voice, "Close it! Close it back—!" but was interrupted by a soft, eerie screech coming from outside. A kind that made the little hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
An ugly, monstrous face, more bone than skin, appeared behind the ice from somewhere above, peeking through the small opening he had created. Distorted and blurry, the creature's head twisted in place it shouldn't have been able to, its empty eye sockets staring right at him with nothing but hunger in them. Its jaw split into four parts, each lined with rows of sharp, black as night teeth, glinting menacingly in the dim light of Aster's flame. It seemed confused by the sight of them, as if they were not something that belonged in this place, but that didn't last long.
Two thin, skeletal limbs with curved, blade-like appendages at their ends pierced the ice like a knife through butter, hitting the rocky walls just to the sides of Aster's shoulders. In that very same heartbeat, the boy's bright, burning fire roared forth, filling everything before him with a sea of flames. He used everything he had in him, every bit of ignited mana he had prepared earlier, pouring it out of his scarred palms without a moment's hesitation. The ice exploded outward as if it weren't even there; the beating of his heart was like a drum in his ears, his eyes wide with fear and panic. His mother was screaming. Silvia, too.