[Aster]
The day was gone, the night had come. Or so the family of three decided, since there was no sun to tell the time, no stars to count, no moon to admire, just the same dark walls surrounding them on all sides. Deep underground, in a small, unremarkable cave, a mother and her two children were getting ready to sleep after satisfying their hunger with worm meat. The naughty bathtime between Silvia and Aster was long forgotten, not a hint of suspicion in their mother's eyes, luckily for their clean, soft, rosy butts.
A soft rustle of blankets and a quiet, cute yawn were the only sounds heard in the cozy cave. Well, that and the muffled noises of pooping coming from behind a rock, where Silvia was taking care of her nightly business, her delicate buttcheeks peeking from behind her cover, wiggling left and right every time she pushed. Somehow, she managed to hide everything but the important part; one little glance in her direction would be enough to see her pink princess parts doing not-so-princess-like things.
After stealing yet another quick peek at those cute wiggles, Aster's golden eyes returned to his naked mother, on whom he was currently sitting, his skinny, bony thighs on either side of her curvy hips. The dim, blue glow of crystals above their heads made her pale, silky skin shine in the darkness of the cave, her soft curves and protruding hip bones casting little shadows on her body as she looked up at her little son with a tired smile on her face. His soft boyhood rested on her smooth mound, getting squished slightly as he leaned forward, his flat, bare chest meeting the warmth of her breasts.
Giving his most innocent look, Aster murmured a barely audible, "So..." as his scarred fingers began to "walk" playfully across her collarbones and neck, tracing her jawline until they reached her plump lips, gently parting them with his scarred fingertips. "...about what we agreed on yesterday...? Should we stay awake for a little longer?"
A soft chuckle escaped her mouth, the corners of her blue eyes crinkling slightly with amusement. "You mean how you talked for twenty minutes straight, making deals while I stayed silent?" she asked, watching his cheeks flush slightly at her words. Nivalis began caressing his naked, warm sides with her big, soft hands, slowly moving them up and down, feeling every bone and rib under his skin. "Still no, sweetie. Not happening."
For two months, ever since that strange yet wonderful night when he woke up to her licking his boy-parts, Aster had been trying to convince his mother to do that again, but without any success.
It was an obsession, a desire that burned within him, and he was determined to experience it once more. Every day, every night, whenever he had a moment alone with his mother, he would bring it up, pleading and begging for just one more taste of her warm, soft lips wrapped around his young penis. But no matter how hard he tried, how many deals he made with her, how many chores he did, or how many times he annoyed her about it, her answer was always the same. A resounding 'No' that shattered his fragile, horny heart each time he heard it.
And yet, he never gave up trying. "You didn't say no either," he pointed out, looking down at her with his best puppy eyes, his small fingers still playing with her lower lip. "Lack of 'no' means 'yes'. Everyone knows that." Even though he had made certain plans for the night, ones involving a certain big sister, he knew that he simply had to ask before going to bed. Just in case, for a small chance that she would finally say yes.
Nivalis smiled and shook her head, her silver locks all over the blanket beneath her head. "Nope, not everyone. Only you," she said, giving his tummy a little tickle with her fingers and making him giggle even though he tried really hard not to, his face scrunched up in an adorable pout. "I told you, sweetie... that was a one-time thing. We should never have done it. If you had not been in pain, I would have never done it. What you're asking is very, very wrong," she whispered, her blue eyes searching his face for any signs of understanding. There was none, just the same, horny, stubborn expression she had seen every day in the past two months.
Putting on his saddest, most innocent face, Aster whispered a quiet, "What about pain in here?" while placing his palm on top of his flat chest, over his beating heart. Only by some miracle was he able to hold his smile back, his face on the verge of breaking into a big, mischievous grin.
Rolling her eyes at his words, Nivalis let out a frustrated groan. "Ugh... you are impossible," she whispered, caressing his sides with her warm, gentle palms, her blue eyes locked on his; his butt squirmed a little when her hands brushed past it. "Not only is it wrong, I just..." she started, pausing for a moment to think of the right words, "I don't think I have it in my bones to do something like that again unless absolutely necessary. And if we forget that you're my bun-bun for a moment, which is wrong on so many levels, and focus purely on that... It's just... not my thing. Some women are just not into that, okay? I'm sorry." At the end of the sentence, her soft, warm palms rested on his bony hips, giving them a little squeeze, her thumbs caressing his skin.
Aster's face fell, his gaze lowering to stare at her breasts, unable to look her in the eyes. "Oh..." was his only response, his small shoulders slumping slightly, disappointment written all over his face. He leaned back, away from her chest and belly, causing her big breasts to flop to the sides. His fingers began to draw circles absentmindedly on her smooth tummy, his golden eyes downcast in thought, an unintelligible mumble occasionally escaping his lips.
Nivalis sighed as she watched his sad expression for a few moments, her thumbs still caressing the delicate skin of his hips. Just as she was about to speak—just as yet another apology was about to slip from her lips—a quiet, hesitant voice suddenly broke the silence in their cozy bed, his sorrowful face lifting to look into the distance... a whooping three steps away, at the wall adorned with childish drawings left behind by the long-gone, long-forgotten family who once lived here. "Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain..." the boy started singing, his voice barely louder than a whisper, each word filled with sadness and heartache, "...I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days..." Totally not stolen lyrics from before his everlasting dream, nope.
A quiet, adorable snort immediately escaped Nivalis' lips, followed by a fit of giggles; her hands left his hips and covered her mouth in an attempt to muffle the sounds, her body trembling beneath him as she tried to contain her laughter. "Oh my gods... you're not singing to convince me," she whispered, looking up at his pouting, blushing face.
Doing his best to keep his face as tragic and sad-looking as possible, Aster continued, his eyes flicking back to the cave wall, where a drawing of a little girl was waving at him from the past, his eyes squinting dramatically. "...She told me in the evening she don't feel the same about us in her bones..." he continued, making his childish voice waver a bit for a dramatic effect. Nivalis immediately rolled her eyes at that, mumbling a little, "That's not what I said," under her breath, only to be interrupted a moment later by his sad, sad voice. "...It seems to me that when I die, these words will be written on my stone..."
Nivalis let out a groan that sounded more like the mating call of a dying bear, her hands moving to his flushed cheeks to press them together, squishing his lips and putting a stop to his singing. Silence followed, the only sound in the cave coming from the muffled noises of pooping, along with the occasional "Ugh..." from Silvia, followed by her buttcheek wiggles. For a few long moments, the two remained silent, staring at each other; Aster's cheeks squished between her palms, his lips puckered, his eyes silently asking if she would reconsider. "First of all, that's not what I said. And you can't just sing about... dying. That's not fair," she eventually whispered, releasing his cheeks and letting them spring back into shape. "I'm tired of this. I'm tired of you asking every day. No means no, sweetie. I will not change my mind," she said, her blue eyes piercing his golden ones.
Rubbing his reddened cheeks with his scarred hands, Aster mumbled a quiet, "Alright," as his face scrunched up in an adorable pout. He shifted his small butt on her pelvis, his boy-parts moving against her mound, his hands resting on her tummy as he sulked, tapping his little fingers impatiently on her skin. "What if..." he started after a moment of silence, but a little squinty glare from his mother immediately shut him up, and he went back to being a sad, disappointed little boy.
Wasting his entire life listening to and writing songs, Aster had a unique, albeit completely useless, ability to come up with lyrics fitting for any kind of situation... if he thought hard enough, that is. And right now, his creative brain was working harder than ever before, trying to find the perfect words that would change his mother's mind, translating them on the fly while keeping all the rhymes and meanings intact. It was not an easy thing to do, but there was no way he would give up after two months of annoying her about it; his lips kept smacking quietly as he mouthed the words, just like the first time.
After a few more moments of awkward silence, Aster cleared his throat and looked into the distance once again, a dramatic, theatrical look on his young face. "She was tired..." he mumbled, his eyes flicking back to his mother, who rolled her eyes again, "...I could see." His head nodding slowly to the melody in his mind, his hands began to draw circles on her tummy again.
Nivalis let out a sigh of defeat and covered her eyes with her hands, mumbling a barely audible, "I just told you that."
Taking a deep, dramatic breath, Aster continued singing in a sad, slow whisper, "Too late receiving love that slipped from me..." his voice wavering slightly at the end as he looked down at his poor, neglected boyhood resting on her hairless mound. Nivalis started shaking her head left and right, her palms slowly sliding down her face and onto her chest, where they remained clasped together right above her slightly-jiggling breasts, her eyes staring at him in utter, silent disbelief.
Aster's hands moved from her belly to her sides, caressing the warm skin of her ribs, the tips of his fingers disappearing beneath her heavy breasts. "Tried to find the words to speak..." he continued, looking into the blue depths of her eyes, "What if I only needed give her time to be? Would you have stayed awake to wait for me?" the boy whispered, watching the corners of her lips curl upwards faintly.
A tiny "tsk" sound escaped her mother's throat as she took a deep, shaky breath, her chest rising beneath her palms. "Please... stop," she finally whispered, barely audible even for him. "You just can't—" Her larger, softer hands cradled his flushed cheeks again, her thumb brushing lightly over his pink lips. "How did you even..." Her words faltered, her blue eyes darting between his golden ones. "To ask something so... so naughty in such a... sweet, poetic way?"
Aster's lips curled into a mischievous smirk as he shrugged. When he opened his mouth to say something, Nivalis immediately pushed his face into the softness of her breasts so he couldn't sing anymore, firmly so; only his silver hair remained in sight. The boy let out a muffled giggle against her cleavage, his small hands squeezing her breasts, his pale butt wiggling cutely behind him. "How did I raise such a stubborn, horny child? What did I do to deserve this?" she asked herself, ignoring the humming sounds coming from her chest, where Aster was trying to continue his song.
Nivalis stared at the ceiling, listening to the distant sounds of Silvia pooping and the faint, muffled lyrics coming from her chest. "For the love of... fine. Alright!" she spoke, her voice a bit louder than she'd meant. The boy's butt froze mid-wiggle, his singing cutting off abruptly. She let him peek out from between her breasts, his face squished between their softness, eyes wide and hopeful as they met hers.
Clearing his throat, Aster said in a shy and very hopeful voice, "Really?" His tiny hands gave her pink nipples a playful tug—as if it were the most natural thing in the world for a son to do to his mother.
A quiet, cute sound escaped Nivalis, something between a sigh and a groan. She dragged her palms over her face, shaking her head before dropping her hands again. "Yeah... but!" Her finger pointed straight at his silly-looking, way-too-happy face, her voice firm.
The boy kept nodding like an idiot as his mother continued in a serious, motherly tone. "I need time to prepare myself emotionally and mentally for this, so I'll do it... on your birthday. Only once, and only then," Nivalis spoke, her finger poking his forehead over each word, as if trying to hammer them into his head. "And if I hear one more word about it before then, I won't do it. Ever. One mention of it, and it's over. Do we have a deal?" she asked, staring at him with her serious, blue eyes. His birthday was still half a year away—more than enough time, she hoped, for him to forget all about this silly idea. Boys his age forget about things all the time, anyway.
Looking up at his mother with that goofy smile of his, Aster nodded even more eagerly, making her breasts jiggle. "Mhm, mhm, yes!" he hummed as he moved up a little, his face appearing above hers. "Mom, you... you are the best," the boy whispered and hugged her, pressing his small, delicate body against her soft, warm curves, his skinny arms wrapping around her long, elegant neck.
Nivalis let out a what felt like a thousandth sigh tonight, her strong arms embracing her small boy, squeezing him tightly against her. "I'm not so sure about that... but thanks," she managed to whisper before the boy shyly pressed his lips against hers, giving his mother the sweetest little kiss, wet smacks and suckles filling the silence of the cave. She kissed back, her soft, plump lips moving against his small, delicate ones, a gentle hand caressing the back of his head, stroking his silver hair.
When their lips finally parted, Aster couldn't help but add, "Well, that was easy. I was about to give up any moment—ow!" He yelped when Nivalis pinched his tiny butt, his whole face scrunching up in pain, but the corners of his lips kept betraying him as they curled into a cheeky smile.
Her blue eyes squinted at him, her fingers digging into the softness of his butt. "I can still change my mind. You know that, right?" she said as she playfully pinched his butt again, making the boy squirm in her arms even more, then once more to punish him for being so damn cheeky. He kept wiggling his hips left and right to avoid her pinches, which caused his soft penis to rub all over her hairless mound. "Don't push your luck, young man," she warned before sparring his poor buttcheeks.
A soft, breathless giggle escaped him as the boy buried his face into her silver locks, his scarred hands stroking her long neck. "Hehe... sorry, sorry," he murmured, his legs still hugging her curvy, naked hips. A quiet, happy hum rumbled in his chest as he relaxed in her warm embrace, his eyes closed, a content smile on his face. "I love you, Mom," Aster whispered a few moments later, his face still hidden in her hair, his words barely louder than a breath.
Pushing all her thoughts about what she just promised aside, Nivalis held him tighter, her hand running through his silver locks, the tips of his half-elven ears poking from his hair. "I love you too, my little bun-bun," she whispered back right into one of those cute ears, smiling when his little body shivered in her embrace.
Noticing his pink, well-pinched buttcheeks, her hand moved down his bony spine to caress and knead his soft, boyish curves, eliciting an adorable hum against her neck. "Now, let's wait for your sister and get some sleep," Nivalis mumbled, spreading his bum apart just enough for the blue glow of the crystals to fall on his pink hole.
"Stupid ice poop-scoops!" Silvia's voice echoed through the cave, followed by the sound of something looking like a seashell but made of ice being kicked across the stone floor. "Ugh... I miss leaves! It was so much easier. Just wipe, drop, and done. But nooo... we gotta use these stupid ice... things." Nivalis and Aster shared a look, a giggle, and then sighed and waited for her to finish her pooping business.
When she finally did, the girl made sure to freeze everything she left behind with her magic so it wouldn't stink. "Did I miss something?" Silvia asked as she stood up from behind the rock and tiptoed towards the hot spring to wash her butt and hands. Thoroughly so, as she had something special planned for the night.
Nivalis and Aster answered at the same time, "Nope" and "Yeah, kinda," their eyes meeting for a moment. Her blue ones squinted at his golden ones—a silent warning to keep his mouth shut about their deal, after which her fingers pinched his young butt yet again. "Ouch!" the boy cried, earning an adorable giggle from Silvia in the distance.
...
Deep into the night, there was a rustle of blankets and the quiet, muffled sound of two little bodies stirring in the darkness. "Hey," Aster muttered in such a low voice that it seemed more like an exhale than an actual word.
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Silvia mumbled a barely audible, "Mm... hey," in return, her small, naked frame pressing closer to his until their flat chests met, their delicate toes meeting and intertwining as they snuggled against each other. Their ribs rose and fell with each quiet breath, hearts gently beating as if trying to whisper something to one another, their golden eyes locked together in the darkness. A soft sound of their mother's breathing could be heard, slow and steady, coming from behind the not-so-sleeping boy.
Aster's hand moved up and down Silvia's side, his scarred fingers brushing over her ribs, tracing the curve of her waist before moving to the gentle rise of her hip. "We can go back to sleep if you're too tired...? I don't mind," he whispered, his fingers drawing little circles on her soft, milky skin of the exact same hue as his. Despite his words, his small, half-swollen boy-parts were betraying his true thoughts, throbbing weakly against her thigh.
The girl shook her head, her silver hair spilling over her face as she looked into his eyes. "No... I-I... I kinda want it too. And it's been a while, so we should be safe," she whispered, letting him tuck away her silver locks behind her pointy ear. She almost asked whether or not he wanted to do it, but his naughty little thing answered her question before she even opened her mouth. Instead, she just smiled at him, her fingers gently brushing over his flat chest, her palm resting against his heart. "Are you sure Mom is... fully asleep?" she asked, looking past his shoulder at their mother's naked back, her long, silver hair covering most of her curves.
Aster nodded but turned his head anyway to make sure, just in case. "Mhm," he hummed, nodding once more before returning his attention to his big sister, with whom he was about to do something very, very naughty again, something their mother would certainly not approve of. "She's asleep. I waited for almost two hours," he whispered, watching her small, a bit cold hand slowly move down his chest, over his belly, and then, without a hint of hesitation, wrap her small, delicate fingers around his penis, giving him a little squeeze. A squeeze of such tenderness that only a sister could ever give to her little brother.
"Good," she whispered back, looking up into his golden eyes while her cold hand began to explore that young shaft of her little brother, not quite stroking it, just simply feeling its delicate, soft texture, the warmth of it, its veins, the slit on the tip, and the strange, thin skin that kept trying to protect it from her curious fingers.
When no part of him remained untouched, she rolled onto her back, then rolled again onto her side, facing away from him, her fingers still wrapped around his hardening length, pulling him by it towards her until he hugged her; the moment he did, she let go of him.
After a moment of wiggling and adjusting, Aster ended up spooning his sister from behind, his face buried in her silver hair, his chest against her slender back, and his hips snug against the softness of her little butt. His penis rested on top of her tiny buttcheek, gently throbbing against it while his arms tightened around her small waist. "Comfy?" he asked, his warm breath tickling her bare neck.
"Mhm," she hummed. "You?" the girl asked, her hand finding his and intertwining their fingers on her flat chest; not a single shadow graced her ribs.
A little nod was his only response, followed by a quiet sigh. For a moment, neither of them spoke or moved, just lying there in silence, listening to their mother's breathing to be completely sure they had privacy. Only after a few minutes had passed did she finally speak, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. "You got a bit taller... again," she whispered with a slight tremble in her voice, barely noticeable. "Not by a lot, but..." she trailed off, glancing at their feet rubbing against each other.
— "I... did?" Aster muttered, peeking from her silver locks to see her face, noticing a hint of sadness in the corners of her lips, her eyes downcast.
Silvia nodded slowly, letting out a quiet, shuddering sigh. "...can you tell me something naughty? Like last time?" she asked hesitantly, not daring to lift her chin from her chest, her heart beating a little faster beneath their intertwined fingers. "I need to know that you... still think of me like that, even though I'm smaller."
A long, tired groan rumbled in Aster's throat at her being silly again. Instead of trying to convince her that he loved her no matter how tall or short she was, flat or round, he just decided not only to do as she asked, but also to be extra naughty about it, hoping to banish the sadness from her golden eyes.
After a moment, Aster playfully murmured, "Are you sure? Your face was all red last time..." he teased, pressing his lips against her ear and blowing warm air into it, making her wiggle slightly in his arms. Before she could answer, the boy caught her earlobe between his lips and began to gently suckle on it, making all kinds of wet noises against her sensitive ear.
The girl kept squirming and wiggling in his arms, unable to escape the onslaught of naughty noises. "Mhm," she eventually moaned, nodding her head as she did so, and only then did he stop, leaving her earlobe pink and glistening. "Just... don't overdo it. Keep it sweet," she added, looking away, the tips of her half-elven ears turning red, contrasting with her silver hair.
Aster's lips curled into a playful smile. "Alright," he whispered, resting his chin on her small shoulder, his golden eyes looking into the same darkness she was staring into. A few heartbeats passed before he finally opened his mouth, "Remember your embroidery lesson with Mom... three days ago? Right before dinner," he began to whisper, giving her squishy tummy a little rub with his scarred fingertips.
Frowning in confusion, Silvia nodded ever so slightly. "Y-yeah...? What about it?" she replied, preparing herself for whatever naughty thing he was about to say, a bit excited about it.
Taking a deep breath, Aster continued, "I kept staring at your... girl parts... the entire time. You had your legs spread a little, so I just... watched them as you and Mom talked. Did you know you twitch a little down there whenever you stab yourself with the needle?" he asked, his penis slowly hardening against the softness of her butt.
Silvia's cheeks flushed with a deeper shade of pink. "You dummy..." she mumbled under her breath, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Ignoring her comment, the boy went on, "I kept imagining things... I imagined crawling over to you and spreading your thighs apart and—" His words cut off as she suddenly covered his mouth with her small palm, muffling any sounds he might make.
"Okay, okay... stop. That's... that's enough," she whispered, her entire face burning hot as she glanced at him. After a few moments of silence, she removed her hand from his lips and let out a sigh, looking away from him. "Well, now we know that your brain didn't grow any bigger," she mumbled, earning a little pinch on her side that made her giggle quietly. "Dummy..." she mumbled, smiling.
Aster hummed, his lips curving into a slight smile. "Your dummy brother, yep," he nodded, planting a little kiss on her flushed cheek. She scrunched her whole face, nose, and all, in the most adorable way, which only made him do it again, then once more, and before he knew it, he was peppering her entire face with tiny, sweet kisses, making her squirm and giggle in his embrace.
To make him stop, she caught his lips with hers, her fingers finding his chin to keep his head still, their lips moving together, warm and soft, in a gentle, innocent kiss, their noses bumping against each other. It didn't last long, only a few heartbeats.
Without moving her gaze from his, Silvia slowly spread her legs, inviting his boy parts between her delicate, slender thighs. Aster did not hesitate; he adjusted his position and gently pushed his erection between those creamy, milky thighs, his warm shaft sliding easily against her smooth skin. When she felt him nestled comfortably there, her legs closed once more, trapping his throbbing length in the warm embrace of her thighs, making him groan cutely into her shoulder.
Her fingers reached down, grasping his penis gently, and guided him closer to her hairless kitten, pressing it against her glistening folds until they parted slightly, enveloping his boyhood in their moist warmth. A soft moan escaped both of them, Aster's strong arms tightening around her waist. "Be careful, don't... don't poke where you shouldn't, okay...?" the girl whispered, her voice barely audible as she looked back at him, her tight, virgin hole clenching around nothing at the thought of being violated by his penis. One little shift of his hips would be enough to make her his woman.
Aster's eyes met hers, his breath hitching slightly as he nodded. "I'll be careful," he whispered back, his shaft throbbing wildly between her pink lips, his tip pressing right into her clit, generously coating it in his warm precum. It was something they did every week or so, ever since that night when she was feeling particularly sad about him being taller than her. Just a naughty way to sleep together and nothing more, no poking anywhere, not even rubbing against one another. There was something so right, so natural for siblings to just sleep like this... like two pieces of the same puzzle, fitting together as if destined to do so.
"Good night, Asty," the girl breathed out before turning her head away from him, her hips shifting ever so slightly as she did so. A tiny movement that almost made him paint her little kitten in white.
— "Night..." Aster whispered, burying his face into her silver hair while his penis nestled cozily in her wet slit, protected from the harshness of the world by her pink, hairless lips.