[Silvia]
The days that followed were just as bleak and cramped as the ones before, with not much to do besides sleep and wait for the cold to pass. The winter was in full swing outside their little shelter, and the cave they knew so well was now almost unrecognizable with all the ice coating everything around and icicles growing everywhere.
But in their small shelter, hidden between two rocks in the far corner, it was a different story. Warm and sweaty, their bodies pressed against one another, the air humid and heavy with breaths and smells. It was a tiny place, barely enough room for them to move around without bumping into one another, let alone to have some privacy, but at least it kept the three of them warm and safe from the freezing weather.
Aster's spells did a great job at keeping the space warm, even though it took every drop of mana he could manage to gather to make it work, leaving him weak and tired most of the time. Add to that the fact that he spent a big chunk of his days doing those stupid pushups, and you had a perfect recipe for a sleepy, clingy, and very needy little brother who would not give her a moment alone with their mom for anything. But the girl needed that time with her mother; her princess parts were constantly tingling and throbbing, and she couldn't sleep because of it. That knee idea... it didn't work.
Every night, he was either restless and woke up at the worst times possible, or worse, was too clingy, cuddly, and refused to let go of her, no matter how hard the girl tried to wriggle away. Just yesterday, Silvia decided to wake Nivalis up and try to do their naughty rubbing right there with Aster sleeping on top of his mother. A risky idea, but she managed to convince her mother that it would be okay, as the boy was deep asleep.
However, as soon as her mother's soft, pale fingers found the warmth between her thighs, all hell broke loose. Aster's sleepy head suddenly jerked upwards, almost hitting Nivalis in the face, looking around with wild, unfocused eyes. The soft squelching sound of her wetness being played with seemed to have snapped him out of whatever slumber he was in, or perhaps it was the scent, because he started sniffing around like a dog. Needless to say, the whole thing was cut short, leaving Silvia even more pent-up and frustrated than before.
She couldn't complain much, either, because he needed all the cuddles and care he could get, as he spent his days doing nothing but trying to warm them up, often getting nosebleeds and splitting headaches; draining yourself of mana wasn't a pleasant thing to do, Silvia learned herself while doing her experiments with ice. He was the only reason they were still alive, after all, so she couldn't be mad at him for being so needy. It just... sucked a lot, and it made her grumpy and frustrated. Very, very much so.
Silvia was tempted just to let him watch the entire thing, how her little pussy gets taken care of, but Nivalis had been quite strict about it, not wanting him to get any more inappropriate ideas in his already mischievous mind. He was trouble enough as it was, with his constant hard-ons needing attention, and she certainly didn't need him getting any worse. No, it must stay a mother-daughter thing only, no horny little brothers allowed type of activity.
So, the girl had no choice but to wait for her chance to come. She just hoped it wouldn't take another day or two, as she wasn't sure how much longer she could endure the discomfort down there.
Staring at the ceiling of their shelter, Silvia listened to the sound of her brother's breathing, soft and steady, his chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic pattern. Her golden eyes followed the faint outlines of her family's sleeping bodies in the darkness, their warm, sweaty limbs tangled together in the cramped space, with the boy lying on top of his mother. His pale thighs rested on her wide, soft hips while Nivalis held him protectively, her arms wrapped around him, cradling him close.
Her mother's big, heavy breasts were squished against his chest, rising and falling with her deep breaths. As Nivalis slept, her face showed a light discomfort, one Silvia recognized all too well, as she wore a similar one these days; the discomfort of an unscratched itch. 'She probably hasn't done her rubbing in a while, either,' the girl realized, her princess parts tingling with each heartbeat, begging to be rubbed and played with.
'When was the last time...?' Silvia pondered, trying to remember the last time Nivalis had a chance to do that. Many images of herself getting rubbed by their mother's warm, loving fingers passed through her mind, but hardly anything where Nivalis did things to herself. The last time Silvia had made an ice toy for her was almost three weeks ago, and that was it.
With a slight wince and a deep frown on her youthful face, Silvia sat up, staring at her sleeping mother's peaceful face for a while, chewing on her bottom lip as she did. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her small shoulders, covering her flat chest almost entirely, save for her tiny nipples poking through it. 'I'm such a dumb dumb...' the girl sighed quietly to herself, realizing that she hadn't once tried to help her mother with her own needs. A few minutes passed like that in silence until, with a shake of her head, she decided to do something about it. It's simply not healthy for either of them to keep going like this.
With a determined huff, Silvia rolled up her imaginary sleeves and leaned closer to her sleeping brother. 'Let's try to get this doofus off her first,' she nodded to herself, carefully shifting his weight to the side, off their mother's soft chest. However, it didn't work at all. Every time she tried, he just grumbled and wriggled back to where he was, burying his nose in the woman's neck and holding on tightly, like a little octopus.
After a few more attempts that ended the same way, she gave up with a defeated sigh, not wanting to wake him up if she pushed too hard. With a small huff, she flopped back onto her butt and sat there on the bedding, staring at the ceiling, thinking. "Stoopid brother..." the girl couldn't help but mutter under her breath, puffing her cheeks in frustration.
And while she did so, her right hand slowly, almost as if on its own, drifted down her tummy and between her slim thighs, fingers finding the source of her constant discomfort, her little slit. Her delicate fingertips pressed against the pink, puffy lips of her sex. Immediately, her breath caught in her throat as she started rubbing herself there, up and down, spreading her wet folds gently apart with each motion of her wrist. A quiet, breathy "Mngh..." escaped her soft, parted lips, her face scrunching cutely as she continued.
'Come on... a little bit more,' the girl encouraged herself in her mind as she picked up her pace, spreading her pale, slim thighs a bit further apart, causing the wet, squelching sounds of her little pussy to grow louder in the small, dark space.
Wincing at how loud it suddenly became, Silvia halted her fingers, a soft, worried hiss leaving her mouth, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She looked at her sleeping mother and brother, watching them for any signs that they might have woken up, but luckily, nothing changed. Their breathing remained steady and undisturbed.
With a shaky sigh, Silvia resumed her rubbing, the slick, slimy sounds of her wetness being played with filling the space once again, only this time much quieter as she tried to muffle it with her legs pressed tightly together. 'Just this once, please, I need to finish...' she begged, her spine arching slightly as she closed her eyes, imagining her mother doing this for her.
Her warm, gentle fingers caressing and rubbing her tiny nub, massaging the small, throbbing thing in slow, circular motions, sometimes pressing or pinching ever so slightly. Her other hand would wrap around the girl's thigh and squeeze it gently, caressing her pale skin up and down. The thought of her mother's soft, comforting voice in her ear, whispering those sweet, reassuring words that everything was okay, that it was okay to let it happen...
But no matter how much Silvia tried, how fast she went, and what she imagined, it just wasn't the same; it simply couldn't compare to the real thing. 'Ugh... mom's fingers feel way better,' the girl whined internally, letting out a disappointed, shaky sigh.
Silvia knew it wouldn't work, no matter what she did. She simply couldn't finish on her own, and her mother was the same. Some women were lucky in that regard, able to finish whenever and however they wanted, but the two of them were not, and it sucked. 'Asty can't finish on his own, either. His thingy won't even go down unless Mom helps him, all swollen and hard...' Silvia thought, imagining his throbbing, angry thing in her mind, causing her thighs to rub together uncomfortably. 'Must be a family thing or something.'
It didn't stop her from trying, though. For the next few minutes, the wet, squelching sounds of her little pussy kept coming from the softness of her thighs, growing louder and louder until they stopped abruptly. 'Wait, I was supposed to help Mom, not do this...' She shook herself back to reality with a start, blinking her golden eyes a few times to refocus on her mother's peaceful, sleeping face.
With a small, defeated sigh, Silvia pulled her slimy, glistening hand away from her aching, needy pussy, wiping her fingers on her pale, smooth thigh, leaving behind a wet smear. She caught a faint whiff of her arousal in the humid air of their shelter and wrinkled her nose slightly at the smell. 'Okay, focus. Let's try the same thing as we did yesterday,' the girl decided, sitting up again and looking at the sleeping boy, her heart still beating fast in her chest.
There wasn't much they could do without waking Aster, other than try to do everything quickly and hope he would stay asleep long enough for both of them to finish. It wasn't really a plan, but it was the only thing she could think of right now. 'Maybe this time it'll work.' A small, hopeful smile formed on her lips.
To do that, her mother needed her special toy, one that only Silvia could make with her ice. Their dirty little secret, a naughty tool that looked exactly like her little brother's penis, his shaft, in every single detail. The texture, the veins, and even the small wrinkles of his foreskin, everything.
It was the only thing that did the trick for Nivalis without fail, her own son's icy penis, much to the girl's amusement and the woman's embarrassment. Ever since the first time she showed it to her, Nivalis had been asking for it every time she needed some rubbing. 'Well, as long as it works, right?' Silvia shrugged, giggling quietly under her breath.
To make the toy feel even better, she decided to use the type of ice that melted much more slowly than the regular kind, the very same type that made up their dome, the roof of the shelter. It required a great deal of mana and effort to make, but Silvia wanted to do her best to help her mother out, so she was willing to push herself a little bit. The texture should last long enough and feel like a real thing, save for the warmth; the real one was almost burning to the touch, she knew.
With a small nod to herself and a determined hum, Silvia closed her eyes, a deep breath leaving her lungs as she concentrated. 'Okay, here we go...' she thought, recalling the image of her brother's shaft, the length, the thickness, every tiny vein, and even the smell, all the details of how it felt and looked. With them being naked all the time, it was rather simple, not to mention the countless times she felt it against her butt or pelvis while he cuddled her. The girl knew her little brother's thingy better than he did.
She pictured the way his foreskin rolled up and down his shaft when their mom rubbed him there, how his tip peeked out from within, all shiny and wet with his sticky stuff. She remembered the way it twitched in her mother's fingers, how his head puffed and swelled right before spurting that sticky, slimy seed everywhere. The way his testicles tightened right before it happened. And in that very moment, she stopped the image, capturing that perfect shape in her mind.
A quiet, embarrassed whine echoed in the girl's throat at the thought of her little brother's penis, making her bite her bottom lip gently. It didn't stop her from conjuring the spell, though, and soon, she felt a familiar coldness spread throughout her chest toward her right hand, where a mist formed out of thin air.
With a few slow, gentle swirls of her fingers, it started to spin around itself in a spiral pattern, slowly but surely mixing with the raw, ambient mana. All the while, her mind willed it to be more solid, denser, less prone to melting, just like the roof of their shelter. Again and again, without stopping, she spun the mist and poured her thoughts into it, her mana slowly draining from her body.
This extra step made the already complex spell even more demanding, so much, in fact, that her head began to throb with a dull pain by the time she was halfway done. When the mist started to condense and form the shape of her brother's penis, the girl let out a shaky breath, sweat beading on her pale forehead. It was a struggle to keep the spell going, with so much happening at the same time—controlling the mist, channeling the mana, having the mental image of the thing, while willing the ice to be different from the usual one—but years of practice allowed her to pull through, and soon, her fingers wrapped around something hard, cold, and very familiar.
With a long, exhausted sigh, Silvia opened her eyes, blinking a few times to regain her vision, and looked at her new toy. It was a perfect replica of her brother's penis, the veins, the foreskin, all of it. Everything, in every tiny, naughty detail, was exactly how she pictured it, just like a real thing, only icy cold instead of burning hot.
With a giggle of satisfaction, the girl gave it a couple of experimental strokes and smiled as she felt the bumps and wrinkles slide across her palm. 'Perfect,' she thought to herself, puffing out her flat chest, looking at the thing like an artist would look at their new masterpiece. 'Shame I can't really show it to Asty... He'd understand how cool it is.'
However, her chest quickly deflated, a curious look settling on her face. 'It's been a while since I tried to use one. Ever since mom started helping me...' she hummed, turning it between her fingers in the dark, studying the thing from all angles. A mischievous smile slowly formed on her lips. 'Well, I need to test it anyway, right...? Can't give it to Mom if it's no good,' Silvia reasoned, her heart picking up its pace a little, more heat rising in her cheeks.
Before she knew it, her thighs parted ever so slightly, and the tip was pressing against her smooth, pink folds. Not a single hair grew down there, just pale, warm, soft skin and a cute little slit, now throbbing and glistening with wetness from earlier. The sudden coldness against her delicate parts made the girl hiss through her teeth, a shudder passing through her small body at the icy touch. 'Cold!' she whimpered, her thighs shaking.
It took her a minute or two to get used to the temperature, her wetness quickly coating the tip of the toy, and soon enough, it was sliding back and forth along her small, soft pussy lips. Her golden eyes were half-lidded, locked on her mother's sleeping face as she did her naughty thing right next to her. "Mm..." Silvia moaned quietly.
Her brother's shaft felt amazing between her delicate folds, the details, the bumps, and veins... all of it was so very lifelike, almost like a real thing, and the thought of it gave her goosebumps all over her slim, pale body. For a brief moment, just a tiny one, the girl wondered what it would feel like to have that inside of her, stretching her little hole and pushing deep into her tummy.
She didn't have to wonder for long, though. It happened that at that very moment, the tip of her toy pressed just against her tiny entrance, and it took her a slight shift of her wrist and a little push of her hips to find out. Just the tip, barely half a fingertip in, and her little hole already felt overwhelmed, stretched to its limits.
Her hymen, a delicate, pink ring of flesh that proved her purity, strained dangerously against the icy mushroom, but didn't tear. With a tiny whimper of pain, she quickly pulled it out of her, her tiny, throbbing hole feeling weird and uncomfortable. 'Nngh... too big. Way, way too big,' the girl sighed, rubbing her aching, needy pussy gently to soothe the discomfort, her thighs rubbing against each other. 'No way that would ever fit inside...' she thought with a slight shake of her head.
A few minutes went by like that, and soon, when the pain subsided, the wet sounds of the toy sliding up and down her pussy filled the small room once again. His little mushroom kept hitting a spot that felt particularly pleasant, making her wince slightly whenever it happened, this time with pleasure. Her flat, skinny chest heaved as she was nearing that sweet, sweet moment. A couple of more strokes, and... and...
The numbness of the cold overtook the pleasure, and suddenly the toy no longer felt quite the same; the cold was dulling the sensations to the point where it just hurt. "Aaaw..." the girl couldn't help but whine quietly under her breath, pulling the icy thing out from between her pale thighs, a look of disappointment on her face. 'So close...' Her pussy was tingling, the throbbing feeling intensifying after such a tease.
It was the most frustrating feeling in the world to have the release so near, almost within her reach, and yet be unable to do anything about it. Silvia knew it would be the case, yet still hoped for a miracle. 'Okay, it works... kinda. Just had to make sure...' she hummed quietly, chewing on her lower lip as she studied the tip of the toy, now glistening slightly with her juices in the dim light of the shelter.
A thin string of her slick connected the icy mushroom to her pink, puffy lips, snapping and disappearing a moment later when the girl moved, hitting the inside of her smooth thigh. The ice barely melted at all, the shape still holding together perfectly. 'Nice. Mom's gonna love it,' the girl thought with a smile, a slightly guilty one, before her gaze flicked to her sleeping mother's face, at her calm, peaceful expression.