[Aster]
The sensation of a small hand on his shoulder, gently yet insistently shaking him, pulled Aster from the depths of his sleep. In an instant, a world of cheese hills and rainbows that his brain had come up with dissipated into darkness as consciousness rushed back in. He groaned and swatted the hand away, not wanting the dream to end so soon. He still had a chance; he could almost taste the cheese. But the shaking didn't stop. Instead, it grew more urgent. "Asty... wake up... wake up," a soft, sweet voice breathed into his ear, her warm lips brushing against his earlobe with every word.
He finally cracked his eyes open, or rather, he tried to. His left eye was covered with his blindfold, while the right was stuck shut with crusty sleep. He had to rub it with the back of his hand before his blurry vision cleared enough to see his sister's face hovering just a mere breath from his, her long silver hair falling all over his bare chest and shoulders, mixing with his own. "What... what?" he mumbled, a bit louder than he intended to.
It was still dark, he noticed. The fire in the middle of the hut had reduced to nothing but a few glowing embers, with not a single ray coming from the branch-covered hole above. Outside, the snowstorm still raged, wind pushing hard against the walls of their little shelter.
"Shhh... you'll wake up Mom, you dummy," Silvia quickly whispered back, her hand pressing against his mouth to quiet him. Her golden eyes widened in the dim light, darting to the side, where their mother slept peacefully right next to them. For a few breathless moments, she just listened to her soft snores, barely audible over the wind's whistling.
A small, apologetic smile graced the girl's lips as she returned her gaze to her brother, her hand sliding from his mouth to his chest. Like always, her touch was a little chilly as she patted him gently. "What...?" Aster asked again, this time in a much quieter voice, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
She took a moment to adjust his blindfold, moving it slightly higher so it didn't press uncomfortably against his eye. Once both his golden eyes were finally fully exposed to the dim orange glow of the embers, she whispered, "I need to... to go," with both shyness and urgency in her voice.
Doing his best to keep his eyelids open, Aster had to process her words for a few long moments, his mind still foggy with sleep. "Go... where?" he mumbled, looking at her with confusion.
Her small fingers came up to his forehead and flicked it ever so lightly. "To go, go. Pee," Silvia whispered, her pale thighs rubbing together as she squirmed a little. Her tone grew more urgent as she added, "I really, really have to. I've been holding it in forever and can't anymore."
A long, miserable groan escaped Aster's mouth at the thought of leaving the soft bed of pine needles to go out into the freezing night and raging snowstorm. "Then... go?" Aster muttered, the words muffled as he threw his bare arm over his face, trying to hide from his sister's pleading, golden eyes burning into him. "You did just fine in the evening, all by yourself."
A beat of silence, full of the howling wind and their mother's soft snores, followed. Then, a frustrated sigh escaped from the girl's lips. "It's cold out there," she whined back, receiving a lazy hum of confirmation from her brother. It was, indeed, very cold. "And it's super dark..." Another hum, even lazier this time. "Something could snatch me," she whispered, her voice small and vulnerable.
An even more tired hum followed, his eyes already half-closed. "Glad we're on the same page. Add a few sticks to the fire while you're at it, alright?" he then mumbled, turning his back to her and snuggling closer to their mother, to those soft curves of hers, to her warmth.
Silvia quietly huffed—twice!—before she leaned forward and buried her face in his silver hair, until her lips connected with his ear. "A-aster..." she whined in the sweetest, most childish voice she could muster, quivering a little. "Pleeease... I don't want to go alone, okay?" Her hand shook him by his shoulder again, gently so. "I'm scared. I need my big, strong, boar-wrestling brother to protect me while I tinkle. Pleeeeeeeease?" she dragged that last word out for a good few seconds, her breath hot against his ear. "Or else I'll keep annoying you, and annoying, and annoyiiiiiiing..."
Aster couldn't help but groan miserably at that, and he slumped back onto the bed, flat on his back. He stared up at the branches above, at the darkness between them, his chest rising and falling with each tired breath. Right when her mouth opened to 'annoy' him some more, he cut her off with a weak, grumpy, "Ugh... okay, okay, fine. Just shut up, I'm getting up." His joints ached as he pushed himself up on his elbows, then sat up.
For a long moment, he just sat there, a miserable silhouette of confusion and exhaustion, his mind struggling to catch up with the strange, non-cheese world around him. "Well...?" came his sister's impatient voice after a whole minute of nothing happening, her small hands shaking his shoulders again.
Giving his cheeks a few light slaps to chase away the sleepiness, Aster then reached for his blindfold and took it off completely; he didn't need it as much during the night. "Right, pee... Okay..." he mumbled, squinting against the faint orange glow of the fire before crawling closer to it and tossing a few more branches onto the embers.
Slowly, the fire came back to life, its warmth immediately filling the small hut and chasing away most of the cold. To add even more warmth for his mother to enjoy while he was away, he sent a bit of mist to swirl lazily in the air, trapping the fire's heat like with a thick blanket. The hut became so warm so quickly that his cheeks began to tingle pleasantly.
"Ugh, help me with my cloak. It's..." Silvia whispered from behind him, her arms struggling to pull the old, worn-out cloak from beneath their sleeping mother without waking her. Before Aster could even move to help, a quiet grumble came from Nivalis, and she rolled over, trapping both his and hers clothing under her naked body even more. "Aaaand it's gone," the girl muttered, sighing heavily.
Mumbling a quiet, "Let me try," the boy crawled closer to his sister and pretty much just repeated what she had just done, but much, much slower. Another groan came from the sleeping woman, her arm stretching out above her head before settling back down. "Yeah... no," Aster mumbled, scratching his ear.
For another minute, they just sat there in silence, staring at their mother's naked form, with the cloak partially visible beneath her hip and thigh. Eventually, Silvia whispered, "We could just... go? I guess," leaning in and grabbing their boots from near the fire, one pair for each. She tossed Aster's over to him, the worn leather hitting his chest with a soft thud before falling to the bed of pine needles with a quiet rustle. "It's just a few steps. I'll be really quick. We'll be fine."
Aster hushed a soft, "Well, I'll be fine. It's your butt that's going to freeze," as he took the boots and started pulling them on. Silvia just scoffed at him and did the same, her small, delicate feet slowly disappearing into the worn leather. When they were both ready, they crawled towards the exit, moving quietly and carefully so as not to wake their mother.
His golden eyes watched his sister's little butt wiggle in front of him, left and right, as she moved, her pale curves beautifully illuminated by the firelight. That hairless little slit of hers peeked from between her thighs, a tiny, pink line that made his throat feel a little dry.
Her skinny legs trembled slightly, face scrunched as she pushed the heavy branches aside, thighs spreading apart from the effort and revealing more of her forbidden pink for him to see. Once there was enough space for them to slip through, she squeezed herself out, her small body disappearing into the wall of swirling white. With the shake of his head, the boy followed right after.
It was as dark as it was cold—incredibly, unbelievably so. The wind practically slapped Aster in the face the moment he squeezed through the entrance, stealing his breath away. Snowflakes instantly coated his silver hair and eyelashes, melting against his feverish skin. To fight the cold, every beat of his heart began to ignite his mana, sending that familiar, comforting warmth through his veins.
"T-see?" Silvia's teeth chattered as she swirled to face him. Her entire body began to shiver violently before his very eyes, her arms immediately wrapping around her naked chest, nipples hardening from the cold. "I... t-t-told you," she stammered, the snowflakes sticking to her eyelashes as well.
When he closed the branches behind him, it got truly dark, so much so that he could barely see her shivering form. A frightened squeak instantly followed, and she immediately jumped to him, her small hands grabbing onto his arm and holding on for dear life. "A-Asty!" the girl hushed in panic, pressing herself against him.
Chuckling at her being so scared, Aster flicked his wrist, creating a small flame in the palm of his scarred hand. "Relax. I'm right here," he breathed, the light from the dancing flame illuminating the area just enough for them to see each other, to see the snow falling around them, thick and fast. Only boots protected them from the cold, and that was about it; they were both completely naked otherwise.
"Y-you relax. I'm r-relaxed," Silvia grumbled, her grip tightening as she looked around nervously, her breath coming out in quick, white puffs. Every time her skin brushed against his, it felt as if her goosebumps had goosebumps. Just when Aster was about to ask why she didn't start peeing yet, she muttered a quiet, "It's too w-windy here... over t-there," before pulling him a few steps away from their hut, towards the thick bushes nearby.
When they reached it, he held the flame up higher, bathing the small area in a soft, flickering orange light. Giving his hand one more squeeze, Silvia let go of his arm and then awkwardly squatted down, her knees pressed together, her skinny thighs trembling as she struggled to keep her butt just a tiny bit away from the snowy ground. Her face got all scrunched up in concentration as she tried to let go of that first spurt of pee, her breath held.
Ten seconds, twenty... a whole minute of nothing but the sound of the wind howling and the snowflakes sizzling against the flame he was holding. Aster couldn't help but giggle at the look of intense, almost painful concentration on her face, earning himself an annoyed glare in return. "S-shut up," she grumbled through gritted teeth right before she finally managed to let go, her body sagging in relief as a hot stream of golden liquid hit the snow with a soft hiss. "You don't seem too worried, huh?"
His gaze, as always, drifted down, and he found himself watching those tiny pink lips being held apart by her fingers, the stream of her piss coming from between them. Swirling steam filled the small space beneath her legs, making her seem like a small, angry dragon. "Uh... what? Why should I be?" he mumbled, briefly looking up at her face, then right back at her kitty.
Still peeing, she glared daggers at him through her squinted eyes as she grumbled, "Because..." then her voice dropped to a whisper, her pale thighs pressing tightly together to hide her pinkness from his stare, "...you are going to get s-spanked for this whole hunting thing that you did yesterday. So, so badly, you have no idea..."
Aster blinked at her words, his face scrunching up in confusion as he kept staring at her. "What? But... she didn't seem angry. And I brought us a boar?" he whispered back, his eyes drawn to her small hand hidden between her thighs. "I thought I was good. Maybe a bit of scolding, but..."
She just shook her head in a slow, sad way; her eyes had nothing but pity in them. "She was scared, Asty. Really, really, really scared. I was, too, you know?" When he opened his mouth to say something, she quickly continued, "She p-probably was just happy that you came back at all, and didn't want to spank your tired but raw. But after we get a bit better? Uff... mom is going to make your butt glow red."
The stream of pee eventually began to slow down to a trickle and then stopped altogether, her thighs opening again as she let out a long, satisfied sigh that turned into a cloud of white mist. "I-I see..." Aster mumbled, watching as she wiped herself with a handful of snow, her face scrunching up from the cold as she did so. "Will you help me calm her—" he tried to ask, but got immediately cut off.
"N-nope," she said, shaking her head once more, popping the 'p' at the end. That was the only answer he got before she stood up, her teeth chattering even louder than before, her entire body practically convulsing from the cold. Yet her face remained oddly calm. "Whatever she plans to do, you deserve it. So... nope," the girl added, latching onto his arm again, her cold, bare skin pressing against his feverishly hot one.
A quiet, "Okaaay..." left his mouth before he started leading her back to the hut, his little flame dancing in the stormy night. "...I'd still do it again if I had to, you know. Stupid? Definitely. But you needed food, and I brought it. That's all that matters," the boy whispered as they walked, earning a soft, almost inaudible hum from her in response.
The heavy branches groaned as he pushed them aside, and Silvia instantly slipped inside, letting out a sigh of relief at the wave of heat that washed over her. "Finally, oh my gods... That was sooo cold," she mumbled as she crawled on all fours to their bed of pine needles, her slightly wet butt swaying side to side as she did so. Aster followed right after, extinguishing the flame above his palm and pulling the branches shut behind them, sealing the cold out.
Nivalis didn't even stir, her soft breathing the only sound in the hut aside from the ongoing blizzard outside. Being as tired as he was, Aster didn't waste much time removing his boots—he just kicked them off and moved toward his usual spot, next to his mother, hoping to return to that world of cheese hills and rainbows.
But before he could get there, an arm shot out and grabbed him, pulling him away... and down. The next thing he knew, he landed on top of Silvia, his body squishing her a bit smaller one against the bed of pine needles with a soft thump, the branches rustling gently beneath them. "Warm me," the young girl murmured, shyly looking up at him with her hands trapped between their chests; a bit of snow still covered her eyelashes.
Not wanting to crush her, Aster quickly rolled to the side, then manhandled her onto her side in front of him before pulling her close, spooning her. His arms wrapped around her small, skinny body, holding her against his chest. "Like this?" he whispered near her ear, inhaling that sweet smell of his sister.
The girl nodded weakly, her arms wrapping around his, hugging them tightly while her body trembled uncontrollably. For a minute or two, they just lay there like that, in comfortable silence, watching the fire in front of them, his chin on her bony shoulder. "Can you...?" came a tiny whisper at last, so quiet that Aster had to strain his aching ears to catch her words. Nothing followed them; her voice just trailed off into a soft breath.
— "Can I... what?" the boy asked back, his voice just as quiet. He was half-asleep already, the exhaustion from the previous day still weighing heavily on him.
She shifted slightly, her small butt wiggling ever so gently against his hips as she shivered. "Down there, because of s-now... i-it's f-f-freezing," the girl whispered, taking his scarred hand into her own and slowly guiding it down her flat stomach, over her navel, and further down. When they reached her hairless pelvis, she let go of him, allowing his hand to rest just above where her thighs met. "Your hand is much warmer than m-mine... so, please? Just hold it there for a b-bit."
Even though he was exhausted and his mind wanted to shut down for the night, Aster found enough strength in himself to do that. And not because he liked doing naughty things with his sister or anything, but out of pure, brotherly love, of course; he just couldn't leave his sister freezing like that. "Yeah... okay..." the boy whispered back, a silly, totally not-naughty smile spreading across his face.
A heartbeat later, his hand slowly slid lower, his scarred fingers carefully brushing against her small, slightly swollen slit. As she said, it was really cold to the touch, not a single hair there to protect it from the cold... or his curious fingers. "How's the bite doing? Still hurts?" he then asked, as if nothing unusual was happening, his fingertips gently tracing the faint marks of his teeth he'd left there days ago.
Silvia's entire body jolted at his touch, her back arching a bit, the sound of her sharp intake of breath echoing softly in the cozy hut. "S-still hurts," she whispered, also trying to act casual, though the shakiness in her voice betrayed her. Her toes curled as he cupped her entire kitty with his palm, completely hiding her pinkness from the fire. "T-thanks, Asty..." she added, a soft, breathy sigh escaping her lips as she relaxed in his arms.
Gulping quietly, the boy just lay there, holding her small slit in his warm, scarred hand, feeling every beat of her heart through it. "If it still hurts..." Aster hesitantly whispered, struggling to find the right words for something that suddenly seemed like a great idea. "...we should... probably... massage it a little?" he then suggested, regretting it almost immediately; something in his voice made the offer sound strange, even to himself. "You know... for the bite. To make it go away faster. Nothing weird," he said weirdly.
A full minute of silence passed, the only sound being the crackling of the fire and their combined, quiet breathing. Then, a shy, "Y-you think that would help?" came from her, just a mere exhale than actual words. "It does hurt quite a bit..."
Nodding against her shoulder, Aster cleared his throat and whispered, "Yeah, for sure. Blood flow... and... stuff. It's healing faster when rubbed?" he said, sounding even more unsure with every word that left his mouth. "And even if not, it won't hurt to try, right?"
Another pause, even longer than the previous one. The boy could feel the rapid, tiny thumping of her heart against his fingers as they kept resting over her small, delicate slit. "O... okay... b-but be gentle... okay?" the girl finally murmured in that small, uncertain voice of hers before turning her head just enough to look at him, her golden eyes catching the flicker of firelight.
Her stare suddenly made things much, much more awkward. Aster couldn't describe why, but it just... did. A tiny little fact that they were brother and sister suddenly had more weight to it, and that was super weird. Was it because they weren't on the 'worm high' anymore? He didn't know. It just was.
Luckily, that feeling didn't last long as he remembered all the naughty things they had done before. Those secret nights in the caves with his hardness all warm and snug between her thighs, how she occasionally asked him to murmur something dirty into her ear while hugging her tightly, all those times she had asked him to help her grow her breasts by suckling on them, and so many, many more. 'So why is this so damn awkward?' Aster wondered, biting his lower lip nervously as he stared into the golden pools of his sister's eyes.
Finally swallowing his awkwardness, Aster nodded slowly, his gaze dropping from her eyes down to where his hand was. And without thinking too much about it, his fingers gently parted those soft, still a bit cold lips, revealing what was hiding within.
Her small hands shot down to hover his, her delicate fingers squeezing his scarred ones as she took a shaky, nervous breath. She gave him yet another uncertain look, their eyes meeting briefly once again before she let go of him, shyly, reluctantly so.
When his scarred, warm index finger slid between those small, soft folds and found that little, pink pearl hiding inside, her body tensed. Those pale thighs tried to close, but his hand was in the way, holding them apart just enough for him to keep touching her. "Let me know if it feels weird or... uncomfortable or anything. I'll stop," Aster softly whispered, his own cheeks burning with a blush that had nothing to do with his fever.
She hummed quietly at that, a sound so small it was almost lost in the crackle of the fire, and nodded against his arm. A third look she gave him was even more intense, making his just-as-sleepy member twitch slightly against the small of her back, slowly at first. But the more she looked, the harder it got. That just added to the awkwardness of the situation, but they both pretended it wasn't there.
"J-just a bit... slower..." she eventually whispered after a few more inexperienced rubs between her pink lips, and he obliged, slowing his movements until his finger was barely moving, a feather-light touch that made her whole body squirm. "N-nh... like that..."
Aster watched over her shoulder as his finger slid in and out of her warm folds, her small, wet lips spreading and closing around it like a soft, pink flower. He even dared to touch the hole he was told was forbidden, circling its entrance for a moment before returning to the sensitive, throbbing clit. The face she made at that, the way her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat... that was priceless.
When his finger slid back to her sensitive, little nub, the girl let out a long, relieved breath. Her small chest rose and fell with each unsteady breath, her delicate nipples perky on her small, barely noticeable breasts; her ribs had more curves to them. "Is it also a little weird for you?" he then asked, still looking into her golden eyes, her lips slightly parted and glossy.
Silvia's response was a slow, hesitant nod, followed by a quiet, "Y-yeah... a little bit." His fingers kept their gentle, rhythmic rubbing, slow little motions that made her hips move in a matching, nervous rhythm. Squelching sounds occasionally joined the conversation, muffled by her pale thighs. "Why does it... though? We did... so many other things... this shouldn't feel that weird..."
Aster could only hum in agreement, his breath hot on her neck as he kept exploring her small, delicate kitty. Her feet began to slowly rub against each other, her back arching just enough to press her small ass more firmly against her little brother's erect shaft. His foreskin slid up and down with every little movement she made.
It continued like this for a long while, the silence filled only by the soft squelching of her wetness and their quiet, unsteady breathing. Up until her voice came again, whispering, "Would you like to..." Her tone was even softer and more hesitant than before, her hands stopping his touch for a moment. "...go to sleep like how we did back... in the cave? You know... between...?" The girl took a shaky breath before continuing, "Your fingers are a bit too rough. It doesn't feel bad, but..." She tried her best to explain, squirming a little.
— "Oh," Aster gasped quietly, immediately pulling his hand away as if he'd burned her. "S-sorry," he whispered, looking down at his scarred fingers, those ugly, uneven bits of flesh that dared to be covered in her wetness before wiping them off on the pine needles.
Swallowing a lump in his throat, Aster shifted his position, getting on his knees as carefully and as quietly as possible. "N-no need, it's okay. You don't have to do anything in return. I can just," he started moving back to his old spot behind his mother, "go to sleep. That's fine."
"But I didn't... I liked it. It just, uh..." Silvia tried to explain, but he didn't seem to listen. Grabbing his arm before he could move away, she forced him to get back behind her. "Don't be stupid, you doofus. It felt really, really nice, but I'm still sore from... the bite," she whispered, pulling his arm back and wrapping it around herself. "I still need to get warm, so... come back. I'm sorry."
Aster didn't say anything and just did as he was told, lying back down, his chest pressing against her bony back once again, his chin on her shoulder. His hands remained strictly on her chest, safely over her beating heart.
She waited for him to say something, but when it was clear that he wasn't going to, she wiggled her small butt against his throbbing length and whispered, "You're such a dummy, seriously. I kinda... tried to find a reason why you can't use your hands, so you could... warm me... with something else. Like we used to. Is that clear enough?"
A few seconds passed before the boy chuckled softly against her neck, followed by a quiet, sweet, "I'd love to." His arms tightened around her, pulling her body impossibly closer against his own, until their heartbeats matched one another.
Without looking back at him, Silvia raised her right leg slightly, just enough to slip her hand through and find his hard, hot length. Her fingers, trembling and cold, wrapped around his stiff cock, a quiet gasp escaping her lips as she felt it twitch in her grip.
A similar one left Aster's mouth when he felt her guiding him between those soft, pale thighs, pressing his tip right against her wet, pink kitty. Shyly, and very slowly, she let him slide into the safety of her warm folds, careful not to let him anywhere near that forbidden hole that was just a finger away, instead keeping him nestled in the comforting warmth of her tight, young lips.
It was their little secret, just between the two of them. Ever since that rough, painful spanking after being caught doing things no brother and sister should, it was their only, last way of getting naughty. Just sleeping together, him between her thighs, his tip pressed against her kitty. But never humping, never doing anything beyond that; just sleeping together, while kissing down there.
"Mhmm, o-okay..." she muttered in approval, releasing her grip on him once he was snugly in place, his throbbing, leaking tip pressed firmly against her sensitive, pulsing clit. "I j-just..." she swallowed, her breath hitching in her throat. "...just... be careful."
Nodding against her shoulder, Aster pressed a soft kiss to her neck before whispering, "Goodnight, sis. This one doesn't feel as weird, right?" into the silver mess of her hair. His hips remained perfectly still, though every fiber of his being screamed at him to move. Her only response was just a quiet hum, after which her soft hands came to rest on his forearms as he kept her firmly pressed against him.