[Aster]
The wet, heavy sound of dark-red flesh sizzling over the orange flames filled their handmade hut, nearly drowning out the roar of the wind and the creaking of the pines outside, the smoke rising from the flames and escaping through the cracks in the ceiling. The light from the fire danced across the walls and ceiling of their temporary home, casting shifting shadows all around the three naked, exhausted figures that sat on the soft pine-needle bed. The smell of their dinner wasn't all that great, nor did it look appetizing with all those small holes all over its surface that kept pulsating from the heat, but their rumbling tummies and watering mouths didn't seem to care one damn bit.
A single, thick stick was enough to hold all their food, everything they had left, as sad as that may be. Nivalis was the one holding it, turning it every so often to keep the meat from blackening and trying to catch as much smoke from the fire as possible, hoping to add a bit of piney flavor to the disgusting, overboiled, chewy flesh. Her children, Silvia and Aster, sat pressed against her naked sides, their golden gazes locked on the little drops of fat dripping onto the flames beneath, each drop sending up a sharp hiss and a burst of sparks. 'Forty-six,' Aster counted in his mind.
They didn't talk much, just a few murmured words every now and then. Worry about tomorrow was etched on their pale faces and their tired eyes, all three of them. They were at the beginning of winter with no food left whatsoever, no bow to hunt with, and no river nearby to fish in. They had nothing but their rags and themselves, stuck in the middle of nowhere.
'We will be just fine... Not the worst thing that's happened to us,' Aster tried to convince himself, giving his mother a quick look from the corner of his eye, seeing those worried, tired blue irises of hers. 'We'll think of something tomorrow... we have magic and Mom's Blessing, it will be hard NOT to find food.' He nodded to himself and leaned into her sideboob, letting out a heavy sigh. 'Yeah...'
"Almost done," Nivalis murmured to his movement, gently patting his head, all the while slowly turning the stick around to give the other side the same smoky treatment.
Aster nodded against her softness, a sleepy mumble escaping his pink lips, "You know what I just realized?" When the girls gave him their quiet hums of curiosity, he continued, "It's the last time we eat this stuff. No more worms. Forever." He let out a soft, tired chuckle, his voice a bit muffled by her breast.
Nivalis's smile was small, forced at first, but it steadied as she nodded to his words, "You're right, sweetie. That's... a good way to look at it," she quietly murmured, a tiny bit of her worry melting away, and her eyes softened, looking down at the meat with some sort of strange appreciation for it. "No more worms."
"Asty," Silvia murmured in her best big-sister voice, the moment Nivalis took the stick away from the flames and the smoke, holding it out in front of her so it could cool a little, "since it's the last time, you're chewing mine for me." It wasn't a question, nor did she leave any room for discussion—just a new fact he has to live with.
A long, very long sigh escaped the boy's lips, and the girls chuckled at him, his shoulders slumping. "Fine..." he muttered while his right hand sneaked past his mother's wide hips and gave his sister's little butt a nice, firm pinch that made her yelp and jerk upwards, almost knocking the stick out of their mother's hand. "Hehehe," Aster giggled, his golden eyes watching the girl with a playful smirk, while she gave him a glare that looked anything but menacing on her adorable face. She mouthed, "I'll get you," at him with her most vengeful look, to which he simply shrugged and mouthed, "Try me," back at her. Just a normal sibling behavior, nothing too unusual. A good way to take their mind off their worries, if only for a moment.
"Tsk, you two... Careful," Nivalis scolded them, managing not to drop their food. To stop their squirming and muttering, the woman gave both of them a stern glare, one that promised a good smack on the bum if they kept being naughty. That did the trick, and the kids settled down, leaning into her soft body once more, though the occasional glare over her heavy breasts and sticking of the tongue was still there.
"Alright, should be ready," Nivalis spoke in a hushed, gentle voice, pulling a piece of the worm meat off the stick and examining it in the dancing orange light. She brought it to her son's lips, and without prompting, Aster began to chew on it, his eyes closing as the gross taste exploded in his mouth, his teeth working on the rubbery, tough flesh. "How's that?" she asked as she watched his expression carefully, seeing the faint grimace of disgust on his pale face.
— "Mrrh," Aster answered, chewing and chewing and chewing, his jaw getting a bit sore from all the work. "T's alright, I can feel a bit of smoke..." he mumbled through a mouthful of meat, nodding a little.
"Let's lie down, yeah? I'll be giving it to you, and you'll give it to your sister, so you don't have to wash your hands," she murmured, gently pushing him down onto the bedding before getting all comfy herself behind him, propped up on one elbow. Then, she motioned to her daughter to lie in front of her brother, and the girl obliged, pressing her pinched butt into his hips, with a bit of wiggle to get comfortable. Being now almost half a head smaller than her doofus brother, her head bumped into his chin when she turned around to face him, patiently waiting for the chewed-up meat.
It didn't take long, and Aster gave a tiny nod of his head to signal her that it was ready. Silvia leaned forward and closed her golden eyes, her puffy lips parting with anticipation. Aster leaned in as well, his hand cupping the side of her face as he closed the remaining distance between their lips and gave her a soft kiss, their equally pink flesh molding perfectly together.
A heartbeat later, his tongue slides the chewed mush from his mouth and into hers, making her moan softly and him feel just how hot and moist it was inside her. Shyly so, her own tongue greeted his in a tender swirl, mixing their saliva and the gross taste of the chewed meat. As their tongues met, their lips moved against one another, eyes closed and noses pressed against the cheeks of the other.
Aster gulped for air the moment they broke the kiss, their mouths making a soft pop when they separated. Seeing her struggling to swallow, he pinched her nose and held her chin, and after a moment of squirming, she managed to get it all down like a good girl, making her throat bulge a bit as the mush slid down into her flat tummy.
When his fingers left her slightly wet nose, just like him, she immediately sucked in a lungful through her open lips, coughing a few times from the effort. "Ugh, that was too much... You know I don't like big bites, Asty," she whined, looking up at him with her pretty golden eyes, a tiny string of drool hanging from her lower lip.
The boy sighed, "Yeah, yeah... sorry. I forgot," he murmured in apology, and wiped the drool from her lips with his thumb before sucking it clean. "It's not too terrible, eh? Definitely has some smoke flavor," he said just when his mother brought another piece to his lips.
"Split it," Nivalis said, her voice low. "One piece for both of you." A faint smile tugged at her mouth as she watched him work his jaw against the tough fibers, but it dropped when she caught a good look at his eyes—half-lidded, as if the effort of keeping them open pained him. The sun had set hours ago. Firelight shouldn't bother him this much. Hers barely stung anymore, unless she stared directly into the flames.
"Asty, what's with your eyes? Are you feeling alright?" she asked, her fingers curled around his chin, tilting his face up. Two fingertips pressed against his lower lid, easing his left eye open, and what he saw made her almost drop the food. The white was threaded with burst capillaries, the gold of his iris dulled, much darker than usual, as if bathed in blood.
The boy's body immediately flinched, his eyelid twitching under her touch as the orange light from the flames shone into his pupil. "Ow..." he hissed, pulling his head away. "It's nothing, just a bit sensitive after all that light today," he said, rubbing the eye that she touched. "Your eyes are hurting, too, right?" he asked, receiving two worried shakes of the head in return from both of them. "Huh. Weird... must be from trying to do magic with no mana left, then," he muttered, instantly getting his head smacked lightly from both sides—one from his mother, one from Silvia. "Ouch."
"You stupid, dummy-idiot!" Silvia scolded, getting up from her place to look at him properly, golden eyes wide in worry. "You did magic with no mana?! Do you know how painful that is?! It's like... having a heart stroke or something!" she squeaked, her voice getting higher-pitched with each word. She poked at his forehead repeatedly to make sure he understood. "Stupid!"
Aster squinted his eyes—even more than before, anyway—before nodding, "Yeah? I just said I did that..." he murmured, only to get a smack once again. "Ouch." Rubbing his silver head, he added, "We kinda didn't have any other choice, did we? We would've been eaten alive if I hadn't done that, so..." He shrugged.
Nivalis let out a long, tired sigh before cupping the boy's face in her palm, looking him in the bloodshot eyes. "Sweetie..." was all she said, remembering how terrifying that moment in the tunnel was, how scared they had all been. Another, even longer sigh escaped her. "Let's get your eyes covered with something, okay?" she murmured, giving him a loving, gentle kiss on his forehead before she turned around to rummage through her bag. Cum-wipes, it is.
Silvia watched him getting a makeshift blindfold tied around his head with her embroidery drawn on it, her brows furrowed in worry. "Dummy," she murmured in case he forgot that he is, in fact, a dummy, before leaning in to give him the tightest hug her weak, bony arms could muster. "You should be more careful, Asty, please?" she breathed out, looking at his wrapped head.
Aster mumbled, "Om-kay," through all that chewed meat still in his mouth.
With that, they returned to how they had been before, with Silvia lying in front of the boy, and their mother behind them, feeding him bits of meat for him to chew on and then feed his sister. There was no talking, though; the hut was filled only with the crackling of the fire and the sounds of chewing and swallowing. The pink lips of brother and sister kept meeting and parting, soft smacking sounds escaping into the warm air.
When the last piece was gone, Nivalis tossed the empty stick into the flames before giving her boy a gentle pat on his slightly bulging tummy. "All done, sweetie," she murmured, slowly sitting up and stretching her limbs, feeling the pops and cracks in her stiff muscles and joints. "I'll go wash my hands in the snow, and maybe sit by the entrance and listen for a bit if anything is going on outside, alright? You two stay here, let your bellies settle," she told them as she picked herself up from the soft bed of branches onto her knees, her eyes traveling from one sleepy child to the other before crawling towards the exit.
The moment she made a single step away, however, the siblings began to wrestle around on the bed, their bodies tangling into a ball of pale limbs. Nivalis just sighed without even looking back, letting them do their thing, and carefully opened the branch that covered the entrance, just enough to slip her arms out and gather a bit of snow into her palms to wash.
She was greeted with an onslaught of freezing wind and snowflakes that bit at her naked body and made her wince, instantly muffling the playful giggling coming from behind her. The night outside was as dark as the bottom of a well, the snowstorm only getting worse, making the pines creak and moan loudly, their branches swaying violently in the blizzard.
Back inside the hut, the wrestling grew more intense, with both children trying to overpower each other and doing quite a lot of rubbing in the process. "I'll crush you like a bug, you little potato!" Silvia squeaked as Aster managed to get on top of her and pin her arms to the ground above her head, both panting heavily from all the exertion, their bony chests rising and falling rapidly. Her armpits glistened with sweat, and his soft boyhood rested on the softness of the girl's smooth, pale pelvis.
Not seeing anything at all with his eyes covered, Aster just imagined her pouty, angry expression and grinned at the mental image. "Yeah? And how exactly do you plan to do that?" he asked playfully, pressing her deeper into the pine needles, feeling her heartbeat against his ribs when their flat chests touched. "I'll release you if you say, 'Please, dearest brother of mine, you are the biggest and most handsomest of all the boys, please stop crushing me with your massive muscles... Oh, and I totally forgive you for that little pinch of yours, I actually liked that,'" he chuckled, making his voice a bit higher to imitate her.
"Handsomest is not even a word, you foolish goose!" Silvia hissed as she looked up at her brother's grinning face and headwrap, and she could almost see his mocking eyes through the cloth. Being a flexible little girl as she was, she pulled her legs in and hooked her feet around his chest, pushing him backward and down, making him roll over his head, and with a quick move of her arms, she pinned him the same way he had her.
With a huff, she sat down on his hips and grinned victoriously. "Ha! Got you! NOW we can talk about that nasty pinch on my butt," she said in the most menacing voice she could muster, her small, delicate hands pinning his wrists above his head while her butt rubbed against his soft parts with each wiggling movement of her hips.
Aster groaned, his head sinking into the pine needles, her weight on his lower belly making him want to poop. "Big sister beats her blind, sick brother. Wow... who could've known you had it in you?" he chuckled, wincing as she shifted on top of him.
Silvia snorted, her silver hair fluttering with her breath, the light of the fire dancing on her pale skin. "Oh, shut up... We both kn—OW!" she cutely yelped when he suddenly jerked his hands down and out of her grip, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her back, the heat of the flames now warming her left cheek.
But she didn't just lie there and take it; instead, she fought back, her legs kicking around wildly as her little bum wriggled and squirmed left and right, trying to buck the boy off. "You... big! Ugly! Meanie! Stinky!" she kept calling him all the bad things she could think of, each insult interrupted by her own laughter. It was the most fun they had had in a while. At least for tonight, they could be a normal brother and sister, playing and wrestling as they should be, and not worry about monsters or food.
Now fully aware of how flexible that little devil beneath him was, Aster wasn't going to take any chances. So, with a few more rolls and flips, he managed to get her onto her tummy and then, to make sure she stayed where she was, he mounted her from behind, wrapping his legs around her hips and holding her wrists in the grip of his fingers, her palms pressing into the soft pine needles. "Got you," Aster murmured into her pointy ear, feeling her wiggle and squirm under his naked body, her feet kicking the air behind him as she tried to hit him.
Her head turned to the side, her silver hair all messed up and stuck between the needles, her pink lips open in heavy, rapid breaths. "I can still free myself... if I really wanted to," Silvia huffed, tugging her arms weakly but to no avail. "I'm letting you win... because I'm a good sister. That's it. No way I'm beating a blind, sick kid. Nope," she murmured, her little feet kicking the air a few more times.
Aster nodded his blindfold-covered head, "Mm-hmm. Totally true, you are such a good sister," he chuckled before slumping onto her back, his hands still holding her wrists. Her hips kept wiggling under his, even more so when he pressed his lips against her neck and gave her a soft raspberry she hated so much, making her squeak and squirm and giggle under him, but he didn't stop. "You're allowing this as well, right?" he murmured between blows of air against her soft skin.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhm. Totally," Silvia mumbled into the bedding, her feet stilling, and her butt stopped wiggling, letting him blow as many raspberries as he wanted. "You can do it for the rest of the night, I don't care," she said, her voice a little bit higher-pitched than usual. "It doesn't even bother me that much..." she murmured, her last words coming out in a cute whimper, her little toes curling in the air behind him.
After a whole minute of non-stop blowing, her neck was all wet and drool-covered, her breathing heavy. "Alright, Asty... you asked for it," she murmured in a serious tone, her hips starting to wiggle again, only this time quite weirdly, moving left, up, right, and down, in a circular motion.
Biting his lower lip, Aster felt his sister's butt rub against his manhood, his foreskin rolling up and down with her movements. "I-I don't care. It won't work, I'm still holding you..." he murmured into her ear, only to groan and shudder when he felt his penis slowly harden under her wiggling bum, getting all erect and poking into the soft skin.
His balls tightened a bit, a tiny drop of pre-cum oozing from his tip and smearing across the gentle curve of her behind. "Is this supposed to stop me or something? You're trying to scare a cat with milk..." he murmured, giving her a few more raspberries that made her moan and gasp softly under him. There was no sound sweeter than a sister's moans, no such music that existed that would be nearly as beautiful, as pleasant to the ear of a brother, and Aster couldn't help but hum softly in delight upon each blow of air against her skin.
Silvia didn't stop, though, her hips moving in that circular motion of hers, her breathing growing more labored and heavy as his length grew between her little buttcheeks. Her own parts started to warm up, wetness leaking out of her small slit and down her pale thighs. When she felt him all nice and throbbing against her bum, she suddenly stopped, grinned so mischievously that Aster could sense it even with his eyes covered, and then simply waited.
Confusion creased the boy's brow, his fingers loosening a bit around her wrists as she stopped moving. Then, he understood her plan a moment too late. A weak cough came from the entrance, followed by a quiet yet infinitely menacing, "Sweetie, I see with my Blessing where you poke her. Stop that, right now." Aster jumped off the girl's bum like a cat scared by a cucumber, falling on his back in the pine needles, his hard member springing upward and slapping wetly against his pale pelvis, a thin string of pre-cum oozing down from the pink mushroom head.
"Told ya I can escape anytime I want," Silvia huffed with a satisfied grin on her flushed face as she turned onto her back and sat up, her golden eyes fixed on her brother's throbbing erection that glistened in the firelight. "You dummy," she added and began wiping her neck on her shoulder.
Groaning weakly, Aster pushed himself up onto his knees, his head turning towards where he thought the girl was sitting, "Not cool, sis, not cool..." he muttered, only to hear her cute, victorious giggles in return, her little butt wiggling in the pine needles. He could just imagine her proud, smug expression right now, and he wanted to wrestle her again so badly. "I will have my revenge for this, just you wait," he said, pointing a finger at her in a playful, threatening gesture. But the girl giggled again, and it made him realize she had moved a bit to the left, and he was pointing in the entirely wrong direction, more color rising to his cheeks.
Silvia giggled even more at his pouty face, so much that she flopped onto her side and rolled around in the pine needles, her legs kicking the air in her fit of laughter, her face red. "Hah! Your faaaaace!" she squeaked in between her bouts of laughter, the boy's annoyed expression only making her laugh harder. "Such a doofus!"
Huffing and crossing his arms, Aster turned away from her, his head facing the fire. "Ugh... I'm going to see how much trouble I'm in, be right back," he muttered to his sister, who managed to squeak out an "Okay, Asty," before breaking into a fresh fit of laughter.
Right before crawling away from their bed, however, he gave that little butt of hers a nice, firm pinch, somehow knowing exactly where it was despite having eyes covered, and his ears were blessed by a cute, "Eeep!" With a satisfied grin, he crawled through the hut, leaving behind the wincing, hissing girl in the corner. "Mom?" he called softly, trying to crawl to her without seeing a thing.
Nivalis, sitting with her back to him, gave him a simple "Shh" before adding, "I'm here."
With a bit of shuffling and crawling, Aster managed to bump into her back and hug her from behind, slipping his skinny arms under her armpits and under her breasts, pressing his naked body against her. His small chin rested on her bare shoulder, his blindfolded face nuzzling into the side of her neck. "It was Silvia's fault, I swear," he murmured into her ear, only to get shushed again. "Right, you're 'listening', and it's hard for you to understand words. Sorry," the boy added and received another, softer shush in return.
After a few moments of silence, she shifted slightly, and he heard a quiet, "Can't hear anything, the wind's too loud." With a soft, tired sigh, she leaned back into her son's embrace, a wave of dizziness washing over her. Not as intense as when she had only just gotten her Blessing, but still quite unpleasant. Her head fell back onto Aster's shoulder, her long silver hair draping over his back. "Are you feeling alright?" she murmured, her lips brushing his pointy ear.
Aster nodded, hugging her tighter, her ribs shifting under his arms. For a long moment, the two of them stayed like that, just sitting together, the blizzard raging on the other side of the branches. 'Alright, I'm not in trouble. She'd be scolding me right now if I were. Nice,' Aster thought to himself, his lips beginning to smack against the delicate skin of his mother's neck, giving her small kisses, his hands stroking her belly in gentle, slow circles. "How about you?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the howl of the wind.
Nivalis hummed softly at his affectionate behavior, her eyes slowly closing, "Tired," she murmured back, feeling his small, scarred hands roam all over her goosebump-covered skin.
Aster nodded once again, kissing her shoulder. "You're worrying too much, Mom. Everything will be okay," he whispered deep into her silver locks, his nostrils filling with her scent. He felt her shake her head, heard the sharp inhale through her nose. Before she could say anything, though, he added, "I mean it. In this weather, nothing will find us here. And we have magic and your Blessing. The moment the snowstorm is over, we'll have more food than we know what to do with. It should be easy to hunt something, a rabbit or whatever." His voice muffled by her hair, only she could hear his words.
Nivalis sighed, her breath a puff of white fog. "What if the snowstorm lasts a week? Longer? It happened before. We won't hunt anything in that," she whispered, looking out into the darkness, the occasional flake of snow swirling past the entrance.
Taking a moment to think, Aster pressed his forehead into her shoulder. "Then I'll go alone and bring you something to eat." He felt her about to protest and quickly added while pressing his face back into her neck, "Probably fight a squirrel or two for their nuts or something. It will be a mighty battle, but I will return victorious, you'll see." The boy could almost hear his mother's smile from his words, her head turning to the side to face him. He then turned a bit more serious once again, "You will stay here and just keep the fire going while I'm out. Easy."
Nivalis snorted at his last words. "Easy," she repeated, her tone flat.
Aster smiled and nodded. "Easy. I won't let you starve, Mom. And besides, we've been through worse," he said, rubbing his nose against the curve of her neck. After a moment of silence, he heard her sigh, felt her nod against his cheek. "Besides, we need to address a much... bigger issue," the boy whispered, his voice growing a bit deeper, more mature.
Frowning, Nivalis tried to glance over her shoulder, "What bigger... ahhh..." she trailed off when she felt her son's hands slowly move up her body, from her soft belly to her heavy breasts, each cupping one from underneath and lifting their weight in his scarred palms; they were so heavy that he let out a soft grunt of effort, the globes of flesh wobbling slightly in his grip.
Trying his best not to chuckle, Aster whispered, "Mom, a good half of today's problems were caused by your butt not fitting anywhere," he murmured, and gave her breasts a gentle squeeze, all while poking his manhood into the arch of her back. "Me, being a certified butt-humper, have a solution to this pressing issue," he said in a very serious, official voice, his small fingers disappearing in her heavy, silky mounds, a cheeky grin forming on his lips.
Nivalis snorted, then giggled softly. "Oh no, whatever shall I do about this?" she asked, her tone playful, though a little forced. They both quietly laughed, her breasts jiggling and wobbling in his hands. Then, the silence came, the crackling of the fire behind them, and the howl of the wind was the only sound. The woman took a moment to watch his hands play with her breasts, then looked at his blindfolded face and sighed heavily. Only after a long while of hugging and sitting together, did Nivalis speak, "How about this, honey... If tomorrow brings us something to eat, then... we'll talk about it," she murmured into his ear, so quietly and shyly that he almost missed it.
Aster couldn't help but cough at her words, his hands stilling for a moment. "I-I... Really? I was kinda joking... You're sure?" he asked, swallowing a lump in his throat at the mere thought of finally being able to have some fun with his mother's perfect, round butt. It had been so long that he almost forgot how it felt. "Wait, too late, don't answer that. I'll hunt you a boar! No, a bear! So you can have a huge, fluffy bear rug to lie on while I hump your butt," the boy whispered excitedly into her hair, his member twitching eagerly against the arch of her spine.
The sight of him being so excited about it made Nivalis chuckle and roll her eyes in the dark, her cheeks warming up at his words. She wanted to scold him a little, maybe even give a light spank for saying something so naughty to his own mother, but when her blue eyes traced the bandages wrapped around his head, her expression softened, and she could only sigh and kiss him on the temple.
If playing with her butt makes her sweet, loving boy happy, then it was the least she could do for him, who had almost sacrificed himself today trying to protect her and his sister. Who promised to go and find some food for them in the middle of a snowstorm. Who held her and gave her comfort when she needed it most. She could endure his poking for a few minutes. "We will see," was all she whispered, yet her heartbeat quickened under his palms that still held her heavy breasts, even though his arms trembled a bit from their weight.
An unbidden image flashed in her mind: herself naked on a rug made of a white bear's fur, her stomach flat against it, her hips slightly raised. Her son kneeling behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his small, young member warm on her skin as he— She cut the thought off before it could form fully, her cheeks growing even warmer. "Silly boy," she muttered, shaking her head once, sharply.
She reached down and peeled his fingers away from her body, then shifted onto her knees. The movement made her vision blur for a second, a dull throb behind her temples as she steadied herself. "Let's go to bed, my little humping knight," she murmured and turned around, taking that naturally-made handle that was her son's erect penis, made for mothers to lead their boys to bed, into her fingers.
Aster's knees shuffled eagerly under him, his whole body following the pull of his mother's hand. "Oh, right... could you check something for me?" he muttered, pausing for a moment just before they moved away from the entrance. "How mad does Silvia look back there? I pinched her butt pretty hard," he added, scratching his chin nervously.
Nivalis snorted, and without letting go of his little erection, she looked back. The only words that could describe that little monster sitting behind the fire, that ball of pure anger, frustration, and vengeance, were 'SILVIA ANGRY. SILVIA CRUSH BONES WHEN ANGRY.' The girl's nostrils were flaring as her golden eyes tracked the boy's every movement, like a predator waiting for its prey to come within reach. Turning back to her son, she simply said, "Oh, she's fine. Just fine," with a soft, reassuring smile, giving his manhood a gentle tug to urge him forward, crawling back to the fire and her orcish-looking daughter.