[Silvia]
An unusually long sigh escaped from Aster's mouth, filling the otherwise silent cave with a gentle, almost sad sound. "Is it ready yet?" he asked quietly, tickling the shell of Silvia's ear with the question, snapping the girl out of the deep, focused state she had been in. Without saying a single word or even opening her eyes, she let her mind focus on her magic once again, the mental image of what she wanted to create filling her thoughts despite an enormous urge to give him a proper smack on that silly head of his for distracting her.
Not even a minute later, his tired, impatient whisper echoed through the cave again. "What about now?" the boy asked once more, and this time, a soft, annoyed huff was his only response, along with a firm nudge to his ribs from her elbow. "Sorry..." came his apologetic, sheepish whisper, but Silvia ignored him.
Right in front of her, between her spread thighs and knees, hovered a thick, swirling cloud of freezing mist, while her little feet rested against her brother's calves in a desperate attempt to stay warm. Toes wiggled against his warm skin whenever she struggled to keep the mist in control, her brows furrowing in a cute, concentrated frown. Slowly but surely, in the very center of the magical cloud, ice condensed and solidified under her careful guidance.
Instead of just forming the ice like she usually does, without much thought, just to have it there as soon as possible, she took her sweet, precious time with this one. Like a beast tamer would calm a raging animal, she was taming her wild, violent, icy mana into submission, willing it to be as dense and sturdy as possible, while also giving it a very particular shape.
Throughout the winter, Silvia got plenty of practice at this, all thanks to the countless times she and her mother had their little, nightly fun in that small shelter. Every other night, when they were sure Aster was deep asleep, Silvia would make an icy shaft for her mother's needy pussy to enjoy, and she got better at it each time. A slight change here, some improvement there, and by the time winter was about to end, her little toy got much more durable than it ever was before.
It was designed to withstand some pretty rough handling, no matter what they did to it after a long, stressful day in that small, cramped, dark, cold, and damp shelter. Not that they ever did anything of the sort, of course; Silvia just kept improving and perfecting the spell out of pure boredom. And they totally didn't break a couple of those in half, either. After all, they are both proper ladies. Yep.
Silvia blushed at the memories that flashed through her mind, but quickly pushed them away, not wanting to risk ruining the spell. Little by little, one icy particle after another, it began to take shape, first as an ugly blob, then as a long, crooked rod.
But not THAT kind of a rod, no. It turned out, much to the girl's surprise, that the ice she made for their toys was actually perfect for other things, too, like... a weapon. A knife that could slice, stab, and cut just like a regular one would, without breaking or shattering like her icicles do. 'Who would have thought, huh?' she thought to herself, chuckling under her breath at how silly the discovery had been.
It was a very slow process; one little crack, even the smallest one, and the whole thing would be useless. Her frown became deeper and deeper, her brows almost touching each other, as she struggled with everything going on inside her head. Mental images, mana flow, controlling the mist, willing it to be different, and everything in between. 'Come on, come on, just a little bit more...' she mumbled in her mind as she fought with her own magic, which actually made things more difficult than necessary.
Soon enough, a sharp, straight blade began to form, and not long after, the hilt. The mist around it dissipated slowly, revealing her work of art in all its glory. The moment Silvia opened her eyes, she felt the weight of it in her small hand, and a proud, satisfied smile grew on her lips. "There..." she breathed quietly, her golden eyes glued to the beautiful, transparent, icy dagger. "It's done. You can open your eyes now."
A soft snore was her only response. The girl frowned, taking a look down at her shoulder, her gaze landing on her brother's peaceful, sleeping face. His lips were slightly parted, a small string of drool hanging off the corner of his mouth, dripping onto her pale shoulder. With a tired sigh, Silvia nudged him with her elbow again, only this time, much stronger than before. After clearing her throat, she repeated in a low, annoyed whisper, "I said you can open them now."
Aster jumped awake with a quiet, surprised yelp. "Wha-... what? Is it ready? I wasn't... I wasn't sleeping," the boy mumbled quietly, wiping the corner of his mouth with his forearm while his sleepy eyes darted around in confusion. When his golden gaze landed on what his sister had been busy with for the past twenty minutes or so, his tired eyes widened, and he blinked a few times. "Whoa... that's..." he trailed off, slowly reaching for the dagger with his scarred fingers.
Letting him take it, the girl couldn't help but grin a little, watching as his fingers wrapped around the icy hilt. It looked almost exactly like their mother's dagger, the one she had taken from that one human at the lakeshore, only it was completely transparent instead of metal. And much sharper. Silvia patiently waited for him to say something, her small, soft hands idly rubbing up and down on her naked thighs, her flat chest rising and falling with each excited breath.
After a few long moments, Aster finally whispered, "It's... heavy. Like, really heavy. And cold," his voice trailing off again. He turned his wrist left and right, watching the light reflecting in the blade. "It's cool, I guess? But also kinda useless. I remember you trying it before, and it kept breaking from the first—Ouch!" Aster yelped when Silvia pinched his inner thigh, her golden eyes squinting at him, her brows furrowed in a displeased frown.
"...ouch," he mumbled again, his free hand rubbing the spot gently while the other one still held the dagger up. "I mean, really cool, yeah. It's... very nice. And took you only half an hour to make," Aster added, trying his best to look impressed, nodding to himself. His limp shaft, still snug against the curve of the girl's small, soft buttocks, occasionally moved gently whenever he shifted in place.
With a quiet sigh, the girl shook her head. "Hit the stone with it," she instructed him, pointing down at the flat stone they sat on. Her finger tapped on its surface a couple of times before her golden eyes flicked to his confused ones. "Just try it, you dummy. You'll see," she said, nudging him gently with her shoulder.
Aster gave her a skeptical look, his brows furrowing slightly, and then glanced back at the dagger. After a few seconds of hesitation, he shrugged, tightening his grip on the hilt of the weapon. With a swift motion, he swung it down at the dark stone beneath them, expecting to see only the hilt in his hand afterward, but that wasn't what happened.
A harsh vibration buzzed through his wrist on the impact, causing the boy to drop the dagger with a surprised yelp. "Oof, my bad. My hand was a bit slippery," he quickly murmured, grunting as he leaned forward, reaching for the weapon again. But as he did, his eyes grew big and wide. "No way."
— "Yes way. Ugh..." Silvia groaned as she leaned forward as well so he could reach it, feeling his hard stomach rub against the small of her back, her soft bottom pressing against his limp shaft in the process. She felt all of it with her butt, from his balls to the very tip of his member sliding inside that wrinkled foreskin, the warmth of it making her cheeks flush a bit. When Aster pulled back, she did too, snuggling herself up against his warm body once again. She stretched her legs out, letting her bare feet rest on the rocky ground next to his.
The girl then looked at him with a smug grin on her face, watching as he stared at the weapon, turning it around and inspecting the blade. It had a small chip on the edge where it hit the stone, but other than that, it was still in one piece. "Told ya so," she whispered proudly, poking him gently in the cheek with her fingertip.
"Well, damn... that's..." Aster trailed off, his gaze darting from the dagger to her face, and down to the little scratch on the stone, a glint of childish excitement flickering in his golden eyes. "That's pretty damn cool, actually," he mumbled, flashing a small smile at his sister. "Did I mishear you earlier? Did you say Mom helped you with this?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to one side, his long, silver hair spilling over his naked shoulder.
Silvia chewed at her lower lip, mumbling, "...Nnn... I did? I don't think so," she replied quietly, her golden eyes darting away from his, focusing instead on the dagger in his scarred hands. A few seconds of silence passed between them until she took a deep breath, then let it out with a sigh. "I mean, yeah, kinda. Sometimes, when we couldn't sleep, we would talk a bit. About stuff. Like, girl stuff, nothing special, and..." Silvia's voice trailed off into an embarrassed, incoherent mumble, her pale cheeks flushing slightly.
Only after a few seconds of it did she start to make sense again. "...and sometimes, if I still had some mana left, well... I'd make these little figures out of my ice and show her, just for fun. It's not like we had anything else to do in the middle of the night, right?" she explained, shrugging her little shoulders against him, trying to sound casual.
"Oh. Really? Why didn't you show me any of them?" Aster asked, his brows furrowing slightly. He set the blade down on the softness of her thighs, gently hugging her against himself. "I never noticed, not even once," the boy added, his tone sounding a bit upset. His thumb rubbed slow, comforting circles on her hip, where he held her.
Tapping her fingers against each other nervously, Silvia squirmed against him a little, her mind trying to come up with something that wouldn't reveal what they were really doing during all those long winter nights. "Um, well... you were always so tired that I didn't want to wake you just for something so silly," she started quietly, looking up at him from under her long lashes, a shy expression on her face. "...and the figures were ugly, you know? Just simple shapes. I wanted to get better at it before showing you, so..." Her words faded away as she pressed those full, pink lips of hers against his warm ones, giving him a gentle, apologetic kiss. "Sowwy," she mumbled against them, pouting a little.
A thin string of saliva connected their lips when she pulled back, which Aster licked away with a faint, satisfied hum. "Well... okay, but next time show me anyway, yeah? I don't mind if it's ugly. Maybe I could've helped a bit," he said, looking deep into her beautiful, golden eyes.
Leaning closer, Silvia mumbled a quiet, "Promise," before pressing her lips against his once again, tasting him just as he did her. Soft, wet smacks echoed through the cave, her lips moving slowly against his, both of the same pink hue, their breaths becoming a little heavier with each passing second.
Brother and sister, sharing a lazy, loving, sloppy kiss in the cold, dark cave, their small frames snuggled close to one another. After a few long moments, Silvia started nibbling at his lips playfully, tugging them gently with her sharp teeth, but Aster quickly ended their smooch before she could get carried away.
"So..." the boy started, licking his lips once more, tasting her on them. He cleared his throat and glanced down at the weapon again, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You just kept showing her new figures every other night, and got better at it with time, right?" he asked curiously, trying to make sense of all she just told him. "Or am I missing something?"
Silvia hesitated, then nodded slowly with a faint smile, her lips glistening with his saliva. "Mhm, yep. That's exactly what we did. We talked, I showed her what I could do, and then I started experimenting with my ice little by little. Making it a bit denser or colder, how to get rid of cracks, that kind of stuff..." she mumbled, biting the inside of her cheek. Her gaze then fell on the dagger again, resting on her thigh, and she gently took it in her small hands. "One thing led to another, and... now, I can do this. Pretty neat, right?" the girl whispered, showing her brother the weapon, turning it around to give him a better look. Just to brag a little more.
"Really, really neat," Aster murmured, leaning his head against her own and taking in the sight of it, his breath tickling the shell of her pointed ear; their hair of the same silver hue mixed together in a long, messy, tangled mess, cascading down their skinny shoulders and backs, reaching all the way down to their hips.
'Why did I make it so complicated?' Silvia thought to herself, sighing quietly at how elaborate the lie just became. Instead of saying something simpler, like she got bored one day and made a dagger, which turned out surprisingly well, she just had to make it into a whole thing. With practice, showing figures to Mom, all the experiments... it was honestly the silliest thing she could have said. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid...' she berated herself, closing her eyes tightly for a moment. 'Well, at least he believed it. That's good,' she let out a shaky sigh, feeling her brother's bare chest rise and fall with each breath against her back.
Before she knew it, Aster's hushed whispers pulled her back from her thoughts. "…what do you think?" was all that she managed to hear, the rest having gone over her head.
Blinking her golden eyes, Silvia tilted her head at him. "Hm? What about what?" she asked, lowering herself against his body, so she could spare her sore butt from the hard stone they sat on. She nuzzled her soft cheek against his warm chest, an innocent look on her young face.
Before he could say anything, though, her small, naked body shivered against him, goosebumps spreading all over her soft, smooth skin as the coldness of the cave finally got to her once again. "You weren't even listening, were you?" Aster groaned quietly, putting the dagger away before he reached down to her thighs and knees, pulling them back to her chest. All to make her curl up in his arms as tightly as possible, which the girl did without any complaints, letting him lock his fingers around her knees, practically leaving her no way of breaking free. Not that she wanted to.
The moment she rested her chin on the top of her knees, she let out a contented, relieved sigh, feeling his warmth surround her little, shivering form and chase the cold away. Like a bug in a cocoon, she was now trapped in his arms, safe from anything and everything. The only downside of it was that her princess parts were now completely exposed; the soft, puffy lips of hers opened slightly, but she paid it no mind. "Thanks," she mumbled against her knees, closing her eyes for a moment. "I was just a bit distracted," she added shyly.
Taking a curious glance down there, Aster noticed how the girl's small clit was peeking out from between her folds, just begging to be touched. But, to the little bean's disappointment, he didn't do anything. Instead, he just cleared his throat, then gave his sister a gentle, affectionate nuzzle. "Well... okay, I guess. Anyway, remember when we used to practice fighting with sticks back in the day?" he asked quietly against the top of her head, his fingers gently rubbing her knees. "Imagining those were spears, trying to poke and hit each other..."
— "Uh-huh," Silvia hummed softly, wiggling her little toes in the air. "I do remember, yeah. Feels like forever ago," she said, nodding slowly. "We stopped because I always won."
"No, you didn't," Aster grumbled, pinching that cute little butt of hers, making her yelp and squirm in his grasp. "We stopped because we starved a lot and then had to run from goblins. And then we just kinda forgot, I guess..." he mumbled, letting his hand rest on that pinched spot, his fingers rubbing slow, gentle circles on her bottom.
For a long while, he stayed silent, lost in his memories of the past, with his hand idly caressing her buttocks. Only when she shifted a bit against him did he snap out of it. "I was thinking..." he started, giving her a light slap on the same buttcheek, before letting it go, "...we could try that again, but with these instead," he added, nodding at the dagger next to them.
Peeking at him from over the tops of her knees, Silvia's brows furrowed in a hesitant, doubtful manner. "I'm not sure if that would be a good idea... We'd end up stabbing each other," she murmured, slowly shaking her head. "No way. Don't even think about it." Being a flexible young girl as she was, she managed to poke his cheek with her little toe and give him a little boop, all to emphasize her point. Her slit was now staring at him, its soft lips glistening wetly with the juices she had been leaking while he held her close.
Trying his best not to stare, Aster chuckled at her, trapping her leg in his hand, making her pose even more weird. Yet she found it quite comfortable, so she didn't complain. "I'm not talking about sparring with the real deal, silly," the boy said, letting her foot rest on his shoulder and ignoring the other one that had somehow ended up against his collarbone. "You could just make a training one. Same handle, but with a round shaft instead of the blade, no edges. Like a small club," he explained, drawing a shape in the air in front of her, showing what he had in mind. "What do you say?"
With her golden gaze following his scarred fingers, Silvia let out a thoughtful hum. "Make a shaft, you say... hmm..." she murmured, nodding at him with a faint, naughty smile on her face. "That, I can do," she whispered, letting out a quiet giggle. "But help me untangle myself. I think I'm stuck," she added, squirming a bit in place. Her golden eyes looked up at him innocently, batting at him a few times.
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