[Silvia]
The sound of ragged breathing and soft grunts echoed through the dark, icy cave, coming from a skinny, silver-haired boy, struggling to do pushups in the narrow space of the small family's hideout, tucked away in the far corner. The boy's delicate, pale face got scrunched up in concentration as he lifted his body, trembling and straining, trying to push himself up and off the bed.
Each breath he took was shallow and shaky, his lungs struggling to pull in air, making him sound like a dying animal gasping for its last bit of life. But every time the boy lowered his body, he let out a different kind of sound, a wet, sloppy smacking of his lips against something equally warm and soft.
— "Mngh..." The young girl lying beneath him on the bed let out a tiny grunt, her brother's weight pressing her down into the thin bedding beneath once again, his lips briefly finding hers before lifting off. The feeling of his naked, sweaty body against her own, his hot, damp skin sliding against hers, brought a blush to her cheeks. She felt his every rib, his every bone, rubbing against her, every muscle in his body. His heart beating, his blood pumping, and his lungs expanding rhythmically, pushing against her flat chest.
Letting out a tired, annoyed sigh, Silvia complained, "You said it was the last ten, Asty," in a sleepy whisper, her voice barely audible over his heavy, ragged breathing as he lifted his body off hers once more. "It's been... uh, way more," she added, not exactly knowing how many it has been, too sleepy to bother counting. It's been a long day, a boring, uneventful one, and the girl just wanted to be done with it. Yet, here Aster was, doing his silly evening workout thingy right above her.
There was not enough room in the cramped shelter for him to do them anywhere else but right above her. Not willing to go out into the cold, he chose to stay in the warm cave and do his exercises there; even his fire affinity struggled with what was going on outside. These days, they hardly leave their bed unless absolutely necessary, and even then, it is just for a few minutes at most. To grab something to eat, answer the call of nature, or to stretch their limbs a bit, to fend off the numbing, annoying tingling in their muscles from sitting and lying in one place all day.
Aster grunted in response, his skinny arms trembling from the effort, a shuddering breath escaping him as he held his entire weight, his golden eyes staring into hers. "Last ten, promise," he breathed out, watching his sister's pretty, annoyed face as he lowered himself, her flatness pressed against his own once again. Their hips bumped and rubbed awkwardly together in the process, his tiny, flaccid shaft squishing against the soft mound of her pelvis.
Ignoring the feeling of her brother's limp boy parts, Silvia rolled her eyes and whispered, "It's not helping you grow any muscles anyway, you silly..." right before his lips found hers for another brief, wet kiss, stealing the rest of her words and replacing them with a muffled, annoyed hum, her bottom lip getting gently sucked on before he retreated again.
She wasn't wrong; despite his daily pushups and crunches, his body remained thin, delicate, and soft, with no trace of muscle anywhere on his young, underdeveloped frame. To prove her point, she gently squeezed his biceps, finding no resistance in the soft, warm flesh, only a bit sweaty from the exercise. "Just look, see?"
Aster let out a grumble under his breath, careful not to be too loud and disturb their mother's sleep. She already has enough trouble with that these days, and he didn't want to make it any worse than it already was. "It is totally helping. I can feel it," he breathed out, lowering himself once more, his mouth missing its target and planting a kiss on the tip of her nose instead of her lips. "Stop moving, you dummy. I'm exercising here," he complained quietly, still holding his weight on trembling arms.
With another groan, the silver-haired girl found his lips with her own, giving him a gentle, wet peck, a soft, tired hum vibrating from the back of her throat; her kisses are his way of keeping himself motivated, he claimed. Silvia found it silly, but she did her part regardless. "I'm not moving, Asty. You are," she argued back, catching his bottom lip between hers, pulling it into her mouth and gently sucking on it as his arms straightened once more, his warm, sticky body lifting off her, his boyhood no longer touching the smooth skin of her pelvis. A tiny drop of wetness remained on the girl's skin where his tip rested.
Her thighs squirmed against one another involuntarily, a familiar feeling building between her legs, a soft, tingling heat. Wetness gathered in her small, pink folds, reminding her that it had been three long days since her mother had helped her deal with that need. 'Ugh, it's happening again...' she grumbled internally, a frustrated frown appearing on her cute, sleepy face.
The girl's golden gaze flicked towards the sleeping form of her mother, her breathing slow, deep, and even. 'I'll have to wake her up later and ask for help,' she thought to herself, a frustrated whimper escaping her lips. She felt bad for having to do that, knowing how little sleep her mother got these days, but there was nothing else she could do. Rubbing herself down there, no matter how hard, how much, it just wasn't enough. It only left her needy, frustrated, and aching, a wet, uncomfortable mess.
Silvia needed those nightly visits of her mother's hand, sneaking between her thighs and rubbing her most secret and sensitive parts until she fell asleep. Otherwise, she would spend the whole night tossing and turning, unable to get any rest at all.
The thought of asking Aster to help her briefly crossed her mind, but she immediately pushed it back to the depths from whence it came, shaking her head slightly. As tempting as the idea was, the thought of her mother spanking her little bottom was far scarier than any amount of tingly wetness down there. 'Maybe if he puts his knee there or something... would that count as naughty stuff, though?' Silvia wondered to herself, watching her brother struggle to lower himself to her once more.
Noticing his sister's troubled expression, Aster paused for a moment, taking a deep, shuddering breath. "You look funny. Something on your mind?" he panted at her before planting a gentle kiss on her pink, soft lips, tasting the familiar sweetness of her saliva. She barely kissed him back, too lost in thought to notice until his face pulled away again.
Her eyebrows slowly rose as her mind snapped out of the fantasy of her brother helping her with the naughty stuff, her golden eyes going wide. "N-Nothing. Just annoyed that you are not letting me sleep," Silvia lied, puffing her flushed cheeks and playfully hitting him on the chest with her small hand. 'I'll just wait for him to fall asleep and do it quickly with Mom. Yeah...' she decided, wiggling her bottom against the bedding beneath her as the tingly feeling intensified; his little boyhood squished against her once more, just slightly above her little girl parts.
Aster let out a grunt as his body gave in and he collapsed on top of her, burying his sweaty face in the crook of her delicate neck, his hot, sticky body pressing against her own. "Sorry... It was the last one," he apologized quietly into her warm, soft skin, panting from exhaustion. His arms slipped under her armpits to hold onto her shoulder blades, while his legs straddled her thighs and hips tightly. "No more pushups tonight, promise," he mumbled, hugging her tightly against himself, their chests pressed tightly together.
A long, tired groan escaped the girl. Her brother's entire weight was pressing down on her, crushing her delicate body against the bed that did very little to protect her from the cold, hard ground underneath. His boyish smell invaded her nose, making it wrinkle cutely. "Eww, Asty, please don't tell me you're going to fall asleep like this," the girl whined in complaint, blowing some of his sweaty hair away from her face, her legs squirming between his thighs helplessly. Weirdly enough, his scent made the tingle between her thighs intensify even more, more wetness forming between her small, hairless folds, only this time she could barely move her thighs to ease the feeling, her brother's legs pinning her own in place.
"Five minutes, okay...?" the boy mumbled into her neck, his lips planting a gentle, wet kiss there. His sweaty body slid against hers with every breath he took, their ribs rubbing against each other gently, his tiny shaft squished against the smooth, warm skin of her pelvis. "I can't feel my arms, and I need cuddles. Just five minutes, okay...?" he added, a soft, sleepy hum escaping his lips as his eyes closed, enjoying his sister's smooth, delicate body underneath his own. The natural coldness of her skin felt like heaven against his sweaty, overheated body, perfect after a good workout.
Silvia sighed at that, feeling his lips finding her neck again, peppering the delicate, pale skin there with gentle kisses. "Okay, fine," she eventually gave in, knowing that he wouldn't give her any peace otherwise. She wrapped her arms around his slim, slightly sweaty back, returning the hug. "I guess I can handle five minutes, but that's it," she mumbled under her breath, letting herself relax under him, her legs going limp between his, no longer struggling against his embrace.
He mumbled something unintelligible against the skin of her neck—probably a thank you—then sighed and fell silent. The only sound that filled the cramped shelter was the sound of his deep, steady breathing, gradually becoming slower and deeper as time went by. "Asty?" the girl whispered when the five minutes came, but the boy showed no signs of moving, his deep breathing continuing. She gave his side a gentle nudge, earning a soft groan in return, but that was all. "Hey, wake up," she tried again, shaking his hips with her hands, her feet wiggling under his legs, but he just ignored her.
A tired sigh escaped her lips, followed by a soft, "Great..." as she glanced around. To her left was a cold, rocky wall, and to her right lay her mother's sleeping form, leaving her with no way to roll her brother over. Her golden eyes flicked back to her mom, and a thought crossed her mind. 'Should I wake her up?' Silvia wondered for a moment, but quickly decided against it. It was bad enough that she needed her help to rub her princess parts, but asking her to move the heavy, sleeping boy off her and then wait another half hour until he fell asleep again? She felt bad for even considering it.
No, she needed to get him off her by herself, then make sure he's really sleeping, and only after that, wake their mother. Then she would get her special rubby-rub, and everyone would be asleep and happy in no time. Simple, easy, no problem!
'Now, how do I get him off? And ideally without him waking up as well, so I don't have to wait too much longer for his snores,' the girl pondered, wiggling against him a little bit, her small, soft feet kicking the bedding beneath her helplessly. His face remained buried in her neck, his arms and legs wrapped around her tightly, giving her no way to slip out of his embrace. Not silently, anyway.
Silvia tried again and again to free herself, but to no avail. Every time she moved, her annoying, stupid, sleepy brother just grunted into her neck and adjusted his hold, reverting any progress she managed to make. "Ugh, come on..." she whispered desperately, wiggling beneath him once more, only this time with more vigor.
After a few more seconds of squirming, she somehow managed to slide herself down a bit, bringing his face level to hers, their cheeks pressed tightly together. His silver hair, messy and damp with sweat, got in her mouth and eyes, making her blow it away a few times so she could see at least a little bit. 'Okay, this is a start. Now I just need to...' she thought, her legs wiggling between his thighs weakly, her bony hips bumping against his.
Little by little, Silvia managed to lower herself further and further until her face got buried in her brother's warm, sweaty neck. The boyish scent invaded her nose with every breath, but she paid it no mind; she could almost feel the sweet, sweet taste of victory, of freedom. All that was left for her to do was to wiggle a few more times, push herself a bit more down, and she would be able to slip under his legs and out of his embrace. Then, wait a bit for him to fall asleep properly and finally, finally get her mother to deal with her wet, tingly bits.
However, that plan quickly fell apart as a soft, annoyed whine escaped Aster's lips, his arms suddenly wrapping around her head and shoulders, pressing her face against his hot, sweaty neck even tighter, almost suffocatingly. A strangled, surprised noise escaped the girl, quickly muffled by his warm, moist skin. "You are such a... ugh..." she grunted in complaint, wriggling in his grasp. She tried pushing herself further down with her hands, feet, and elbows, even biting him gently a few times. But no matter how much she wiggled and struggled, no matter how hard she tried, her brother's arms never loosened around her, keeping her firmly locked against his warm, sweaty body.
A few more minutes went by, the sound of their breathing filling the silence, his hot and heavy, hers muffled and annoyed. Just as she was about to give up and try to fall asleep like that, with the hope that the next night would go better for her, she felt his arms around her loosen ever so slightly. And with all that sweat between their bodies, it made her just slippery enough to start moving downwards once more, finally.
Slowly but surely, her face slid down his collarbone, towards his chest. His heartbeat thumped rhythmically against her nose and lips, steady and strong, his skin sliding across her frustrated face. 'A little more...' Silvia thought, grabbing onto his hips to pull herself further down, her legs wriggling and kicking free from under his weight at long last.
One thing she did not quite think through was the fact that as she moved down, his boy parts came closer and closer to her face. "Mhm...?" came the muffled hum of surprise from the girl as something warm and soft suddenly squished against her lips, just when she was about to break free.
To make things worse, his knees suddenly moved, pressing themselves hard on each side of her, locking her head right between his thighs, her arms squeezed tightly to the sides of her chest. She was trapped once again, this time with something warm and squishy right against her face.
For a moment, she just froze, breathing in the familiar smell of Aster's naughty parts, her head spinning from how intense it was, how close. She could feel his small, soft shaft and balls resting on her cheek and lips, could taste the salty sweat on his warm, smooth skin. 'If Mom wakes up right now, I'm dead. So, so dead...' the girl realized, the panic slowly rising within her, her heart beating faster and faster.
With a deep breath, Silvia wiggled her head, trying to free herself, but it only resulted in his soft, floppy cock rubbing across her wincing, blushing face, smearing wetness everywhere, on her lips, nose, cheeks, and chin. Even her silver hair was not spared. "Hey, Asty. Wake up, please..." she mumbled into his tiny penis, moving those innocent, soft, pink lips of hers against his shaft in an attempt to wake him up. It only came out as muffled, unintelligible noises, though, his shaft blocking any real sound from coming out of her mouth.
All her efforts just made Aster groan and shift his hips a bit, until his tip lined up right with her lips. He tried to press it into her mouth, but it was too soft to do so, just squishing gently against her lips. His wrinkled foreskin caught on her bottom lip, pulled a bit down, revealing a small, pink head inside. 'I need to get out of here before he gets big. It is bad...' Silvia thought to herself, feeling his heartbeat through his tiny, floppy shaft, getting stronger and faster every second.
Having no other choice, she opened her mouth ever so slightly and bit down on his shaft the moment it found its way past her lips, not hard enough to harm him, but not soft either. She could taste his salty, sweaty flavor, her tongue brushing against his sensitive, smooth skin, his small, pink head poking out of his wrinkled, moist foreskin.
A sharp gasp came from her brother above, followed by his hips jerking away from her sharp, dangerous teeth, his thighs loosening up around her face, and finally giving her the chance to pull herself out of there. She quickly scrambled away, leaving behind that dangling, floppy little sausage, and just sat there, catching her breath with her back against the cold, rocky wall, her heart beating wildly in her chest.
Letting out a long, relieved sigh, Silvia looked at her sleeping brother, wanting to slap his butt so hard that he wouldn't sit for days, but she resisted the urge. Instead, she just sat there for a few more moments, a salty, sweaty taste lingering in her mouth. Her tongue instinctively licked her lips, and she immediately regretted doing that.
Aster, meanwhile, was now half-awake and looked pretty unhappy that he had no one to cuddle with anymore. He grunted softly, his arms and legs searching the bed around him blindly until he found their mother's warm, sleeping body. Without a second of hesitation, he wrapped himself around her, nuzzling his face into her neck with a soft yawn. "Hnng..." came a soft, sleepy hum from the boy, his whole body relaxing as he got back to his peaceful slumber.
Silvia watched him, a dumb, confused look in her golden eyes. All that struggle, all that wiggling, biting, and drooling on his private parts, only to have him snuggle right into her mother the moment she managed to escape his cuddles, making it absolutely impossible for her to do her nightly rubby-rub.
With another sigh, she fell onto her back, defeated, staring at the ceiling, wondering what to do. 'Maybe I should try that knee thing...' she thought, glancing down at her mother's leg with a curious expression on her young face.