[Aster]
The shock of the biting cold stole Aster's breath away in an instant, followed by a panicked yelp that echoed through the surrounding trees and shrubs. Suddenly, the idea of bathing in the freezing lake, in this weather, didn't seem like a good one at all. A quick dip was all he wanted, to wash away the sweat and grime that clung to his skin after a long day of nothing but walking. He should've just rubbed himself down with snow like his mother and sister did, but that understanding came to him all too late.
Despite having quite a bit of ignited mana inside his veins to fight off the cold, it was still too much for him. Every muscle in his body tensed and cramped painfully; his teeth began chattering so loudly that his jaw hurt. "S-s-sweet m-mother's t-titties!" Aster squeaked like a girl the moment his silver head emerged from the water, scrambling back out of the small hole he had made in the ice, his bare feet slipping on the underwater rocks and almost making him fall back in.
"I told you it was a bad idea," Silvia muttered from the safety of the shore, where she stood with her arms crossed over her flat chest, her thin cloak fluttering around her petite, naked body. Silver locks cascaded down her shoulders and arms, lightly dusted with snowflakes that drifted down lazily all around them. "Brrr... Just watching you makes me feel cold," she added with a shiver.
With the grace of a drowning cat, Aster dragged himself out of the freezing water, his skinny frame shivering uncontrollably as the wind immediately attacked his wet skin. "You're g-getting cold from pretty much a-any-anything... but yeah, you were r-right," he forced out through his chattering teeth, stumbling to his feet and running toward their small home as fast as his numb legs could carry him.
Water dripped in every direction, and steam rose from his body as he made his way through the snow, his little, completely hairless penis and well-spanked butt jiggling with every hurried step. "Let's go b-back," he mumbled, grabbing his sister's soft hand into his scarred one as he passed her and yanked her along.
She didn't protest, letting him pull her into a run toward their home and the welcoming, crackling fire within, his bare feet and her boots leaving behind a trail of little holes in the otherwise untouched snow. Above, the sky had darkened almost entirely, with only the faintest hint of deep purple lingering at the horizon between the tall pine silhouettes. Stars had begun to prick through the darkness, scattered and distant, cold.
The place they'd chosen for their shelter was as close to perfect as they'd ever found. A narrow, winding cove, tucked away in the corner of the lake, hidden from view by a narrow entrance, perhaps just a few steps wide. Pretty much a mini-lake next to the big one, and with an old, massive boulder at its center.
Vegetation grew thickly all around it, creating a cozy, secluded little world of its own. Almost invisible from the lake's side, unless someone knew what to look for, and where; from the land, nearly impassable thanks to the thick vegetation that even light struggled to penetrate. A little miracle in this freezing forest, and it was theirs.
Their snow-covered shelter, made of ice and prayers, stood just a stone's throw away from the water's edge, a cozy little bump on the landscape that blended in perfectly among the trees and bushes. So much so that even Aster, who helped build it, had trouble spotting it until he was just a few steps away. If not for the little puff of smoke rising lazily from the branch-covered opening at its top, he would have walked right past it.
"There, there," Nivalis murmured in that sweet, maternal voice as the two of them squeezed through the entrance, almost fighting over who would go inside first. After a bit of wiggling and grunting, they managed to fit through at the same time, a wave of warm, dry air washing over them instantly. Sighs of relief came from both of them, especially Aster, who looked dangerously close to turning into an icicle. "I was about to go out and look for you two. How did it go?" she asked, her hands immediately grabbing his little half-cloak and wrapping it around his shivering, soaked frame. "Not very well, I take it."
Taking the half-cloak from her, Aster mumbled, "C-c-cold, even for m-me..." and then began to dry his hair with it, rubbing his head vigorously with the worn fabric until his silver hair was a fluffy, wild mess. His hips wiggled in the process, so cute that it made Silvia and Nivalis smile at the same time, their eyes fixed on the small, shrunken thing between his pale thighs—the smallest they had ever seen it. "Never again. T-that was stupid..." he grumbled a moment later, giving the rest of his skinny body a good rub, his cheeks as red as the flames he was shivering next to.
Silvia snorted, sat down by the fire, and huddled close to her mother, her small hands held out toward the warmth. "Did I tell you already, 'I told you so'?" she hummed, undressing herself until only boots remained on her, and even those for not very long as she quickly kicked them off. "Because I told you so."
The boy rolled his eyes, muttering, "Yeah, yeah... you did. I had to try it, though," while handing the damp cloth back to his mother. She didn't hang it to dry but instead immediately put it to use again, scrubbing at his back, his butt, and his legs—everywhere, really—with that relentless maternal thoroughness.
Aster could only whine quietly as he stood there, for almost a full minute, with that little, wrinkled penis swaying in front of her face while she fussed over him. "Mom, stop, I'm already dry. And I'm not six anymore," Aster complained, squirming under her touch like a little boy, twisting his hips and shifting his weight from one foot to the other in an attempt to wriggle out of her grip.
She ignored him, giving his skin a few more firm passes with the cloth before finally giving that light smack of 'now you are' on his well-spanked butt before pulling away. "There," she said, satisfied, throwing the half-cloak near the fire where it would dry overnight.
Only then did Aster finally sit down, groaning and wincing as his sore butt met the soft needles of their bed, right behind his naked sister. His arms naturally found their way around her petite frame, pulling her into a warm hug from behind, her back against his chest. She didn't resist, even leaned back against him with a sigh of content, her hands covering his over her flatness.
Silvia wasn't as bony as she used to be, nor was their mother, nor was he himself. After a whole week of feasting on that delicious boar meat, they were starting to look more like people again. A bit more flesh appeared on those ribs of hers, a tad more roundness to that small butt he was spooning. And those cheeks of hers that begged to be pinched...
It brought a smile to Aster's face as he held her close, his chin resting on her small shoulder, her silver hair tickling his cheek. "How much longer until dinner? Silvia's tummy is asking," he whispered playfully, giving that soft belly of hers a little jiggle with his hand. It earned him a soft nudge in the ribs with her elbow in return. "Oof!"
The smell of roasted pork filled the hut, rich and mouth-watering as their mother turned the stick with just one hand. "Soon, sweetie. Almost done," Nivalis hummed, the light of the flames flickering over her naked, curvy body as she sat with her legs beneath her, her hips swaying gently from side to side.
Not a word was spoken for the next few minutes. They just sat there, a quiet little family of three, watching the fire sway before their faces, the only sounds the soft crackle of the flames and the occasional appreciative sigh from either kid whenever their mother turned the meat over, revealing its slightly browner, glistening side.
Slowly, warmth crept back into Aster's bones, the trembling subsiding, replaced by a pleasant, sleepy drowsiness. But the same couldn't be said about the girl in his arms, who continued to shiver despite the warmth of the fire and his hug. And all because of him and his stupid idea to bathe in the lake. 'Alright, I know a little something that could help,' Aster thought, a soft, mischievous smirk appearing on his face as he began to ignite mana inside his chest.
The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest grew faster, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red as the air in his lungs felt heavier and warmer with every passing second. Then, without any warning whatsoever, when enough mana was burning within him, he pushed it all out of his chest and straight between his sister's shoulder blades that were pressed tightly against him.
Mana invasion. It required quite a lot of his already low reserves, but he didn't hesitate. They would be sleeping soon, so it didn't matter much, and besides, he was the reason for her cold, so it was his responsibility to make her warm again. And there was no more pleasant way to do that, if a bit painful at first.
Flinching, she let out a quiet, "Mmh..." from the sudden pain that came with his fire trying to break through her icy mana. Her face scrunched up in discomfort for a few long moments, her torso and butt writhing in his arms as his warmth fought with the cold inside her.
It took almost a minute until the last of her defenses fell. When it did, her face instantly shifted into one of pre-moan, her little mouth opening soundlessly before he heard a quiet, "Nhhm, Asty..." from her lips. It took all her willpower not to make a sound louder than a mere whisper in front of their mother. Her eyelids fluttered closed, her long lashes came to rest against her flushed cheeks as her brother's warmth reached places no one else's could.
She continued to writhe against him, but not from pain this time, her back arching and hips wiggling uncontrollably as he kept pounding her from behind with his warmth. Over and over, in little bursts that matched his own heartbeat, each one leaving her a bit more breathless than before.
By the time their mother handed them their plates, she was a panting, blushing mess, her eyelids heavy with pleasure, her golden eyes glistening in the firelight as she stole a look at her brother over her shoulder. "Thank you..." she shyly muttered before turning her attention to the food in her lap. A quick, "...dummy," followed a heartbeat later.
Aster just chuckled at that, his fingers tracing lazy patterns over her warm thighs as he waited for his mom to hand him his bark plate as well. When he got it, he placed it next to hers, before rewrapping his arm around her, spooning her as a loving brother should. They ate their dinners, occasionally 'stealing' a piece of meat from each other's plates, which always ended up in a playful scuffle and a shushing from their mother whenever they got too loud.
"I wonder if there's fish in the lake. There has to be, right? Even though it's winter," Silvia eventually asked, leaning back against Aster's chest until his chin was resting on her head, her mouth full. Before either of them could answer, she turned her head just enough to press her nose into Aster's hair where it spilled over her shoulder, mumbling, "You smell nice, by the way. Very lake-y."
While Aster scrunched his face in confusion at what the hell that even meant, Nivalis answered, "Oh, I'm sure there are. Probably filled with them to the brim," all while gently blowing on her own piece of meat. Sitting with her legs to the side, she took the bite before continuing, "You know, I was thinking... maybe we should stay here for a week or two? We could try to catch some fish and smoke them for the road. And perhaps even build a small sled to carry them all. What do you think?"
Aster hummed thoughtfully, chewing slowly before swallowing, his scarred hand scratching at his cheek and leaving a bit of grease on his pale skin. "Sounds good to me," he said, his chin still resting on the top of Silvia's head, his eyes staring into the fire for a moment. "Maybe we could hunt some, too, while we're here?" Another bite of meat, followed by a thoughtful pause as he chewed. "We did alright with that bird today."
"Ugh, don't remind me..." Silvia muttered without looking at either of them, her small shoulders slumping slightly. The memory of the poor creature, caught between both of their spells, still stung her heart a little. "It was so cute. And so stupid, just sitting there like that. It didn't even try to get away. Probably just... curious..." she then added, her voice dropping to a sad whisper as she poked at her food with her finger, sniffles returning.
Nivalis shot Aster a quick, disapproving glance that said 'look what you did' before turning her attention back to her daughter, her voice softening. "Sweetie, don't think about it. It's just the way of things." She placed her hand gently on Silvia's knee and gave it a comforting squeeze. After a moment of thought, she reluctantly added, "How about... we try not to touch cute things from now on? Unless we really, really have to."
With a quiet, sad little sigh, Silvia seemed to accept that, her head bobbing in a slight nod as she popped another piece of meat into her mouth, chewing with a bit more vigor now. "Well, except maybe for rabbits... They're just too tasty," the girl then mumbled with her cheeks puffed out, making both her mother and brother chuckle and exchange an amused look over the top of her head.
"Oh, right, we almost forgot," Silvia began suddenly after swallowing, turning her head just enough to give Aster a curious look. "Happy very, very late birthday, by the way. Not sure what day it is, but I'm sure it's past your 17th after the first snow, given how much snow there is outside."
She then gave him a little smooch from beneath on his jaw, her soft lips moving ever so tenderly against his skin, before pulling away and whispering, "Didn't realize it before, 'cause we've been so sick and busy with... stuff... but happy birthday regardless, little brother." She then spun around and quickly put one of the smallest pieces of meat she had onto his plate, adding a quiet, "This is your birthday present," with a cheeky little grin.
The boy's chewing slowed dramatically, then stopped altogether as his brain tried to process her words. Another kiss came, this time from his mother, who had leaned over and planted a soft one on his forehead. "Happy birthday, sweetie. I'm sorry about forgetting it as well," she murmured against his skin, her lips lingering for a moment as she inhaled his scent. "Hm. Yeah, very lake-y," she added with a nod, but Aster was barely listening at this point.
Only after a long moment of silence did he eventually manage to whisper, "It's okay. T-thanks..." A small, almost shy smile spread across his face, and a quiet, "Hehehe," followed soon after as he picked up the new piece of meat and popped it into his mouth, chewing happily. The girls chuckled at his cute reaction and returned to their meals as well.
That sweet memory of him annoying his mother so much that she finally gave in to his wishes and promised him a very naughty, very secret birthday present flashed in his mind, and it brought a deep flush to his cheeks. 'Ohh, finally. Finally! I've been waiting for so long!' the boy almost shouted in his mind, his thoughts accompanied by the loud, excited thumping of his own heart that made his feet wiggle in rhythm. His eyes kept darting toward his mother, a glint of mischief in his golden depths.
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"Honey, you don't have to do this. It's your... ugh... birthday," Nivalis mumbled through a barely-there yawn, her words slurred with exhaustion as her son's hands worked on her sore, tired back. Her hands were folded beneath her head, serving as a pillow, her face turned to the side, toward the hypnotically dancing fire, its light casting a warm, gentle glow across her curvy figure.
The bark plates were discarded near the fire, empty and licked clean. The smell of roasted pork and old pine filled the small, cozy space, mingling with the lingering scent of the cold night that seeped through the branches with every gust of wind. Silvia was lying on her side just nearby, watching them with heavy, half-closed eyelids. Her breathing was already slow and even, on the very edge of sleep. "I'm not sleeping," the girl mumbled when she noticed his gaze on her, right before her head fell from the hand that she had propped it on, hitting the bed of pine needles with a dull, soft thud.
Aster just smiled at that before putting more pressure into his thumbs, pressing them deep into the tense muscles just above his mother's hips. A soft, contented sigh escaped her lips as her body relaxed more against his touch, her back arching slightly into his hands. "But I promised you a massage today. And promises... promises are to be kept," he whispered into the cozy quiet of their little shelter, his voice low and gentle. "Right?"
A small, sleepy smile touched Nivalis's full lips. "Right... I'm glad you understand that now," she hummed, her body melting under his confident touch as he kept massaging away every knot and bit of tension in her lower back. All the while, he straddled her thighs, his hot, mostly soft flesh resting comfortably against her, getting squished whenever he leaned in to reach higher.
When her lower back was thoroughly massaged, Aster moved up the gentle curve of her butt until he was sitting right on top of it, his knees sinking into the soft pine needles on either side of her. His hands smoothed over her waist, up the sides of her ribcage, and finally to her shoulders, where he began to rub away the soreness that came from carrying their belongings and those big, heavy breasts of hers all day.
"Ooooh... yes... right there... right... there..." Nivalis moaned beneath her boy as he worked in silence, his breathing coming out in soft, a bit tired puffs. Hearing her soft, breathy sounds, feeling her body arching against his, his little shaft started to swell between his shy thighs, slowly at first. But with every moan that came, with every wiggle of her hips, it throbbed more, hardened more. Combined with naughty images that coursed through his mind, it didn't take long until it was fully erect and throbbing for his mommy.
Every time he leaned forward, it poked ever so gently against the softness of her behind, leaving a bit of wetness there. And every time it did, his breathing hitched ever so slightly, a soft little intake of breath that barely disturbed the quiet hut.
For the next twenty minutes, the boy tried his hardest to give his mother the most thorough, most relaxing massage he could, the best one she ever had. He wanted her to feel loved and cared for, so that when the time came for his... special gift... she wouldn't feel as guilty. And to show just how much she meant to him, especially after all the worrying he had put her through, of course. 'Hehehe,' Aster chuckled in his mind, his cheeks hurting from all the grinning he was doing.
Just when he was about to slide back to her legs and knead her thighs, a quiet, sleepy murmur came from the side, "It's my turn now..." Silvia's sleepy face appeared in his vision, her big golden eyes blinking slowly as she propped herself up on her elbow, watching him. "...for a massage. I'm tired, too. My back hurts..." Her gaze momentarily drifted to that throbbing thing of her brother's, before snapping back to his eyes. "Please? I've been waiting for, like, forever..."
A quiet sigh escaped Aster's lips as he looked down at his over-relaxed mother, and then back at his sister, a bit of frustration showing on his face. 'I do need her to be asleep, I guess,' he thought before sighing again and reluctantly sliding off his mother's warm, naked body, his stiffness bouncing a little as he did so. "Alright, fine. But just a quick one," he whispered, tucking his hardness between his thighs as he knelt next to his sister. "On your belly."
Silvia beamed at that, wasting no time in doing as he said, her skinny arms sliding under her head to serve as a pillow, just as Nivalis had done. Lying side by side in the same pose, mother and daughter, their long silver hair and naked, pale butts illuminated by the flickering light of the nearby flames. They looked almost identical, down to the last minute detail, except for the size. Silvia's tender, petite behind looked like a smaller version of her mother's, but just as beautiful and a tad cuter because of it.
Straddling his sister's skinny thighs, Aster began his work, his scarred fingers gently pressing into the tense muscles of her lower back. Soft, contented sighs came from beneath him soon after, blending with the crackling of the fire nearby. Then came moans, "Harder... that spot... ooooh yesss..." that kept escaping from her lips whenever his hands worked on a particularly tense spot.
He repeated the same rubbing he had just given his mother, just a fair bit shorter. Neck, shoulders, upper back, and even legs... he did it all, with his little hardness tucked firmly between his thighs, throbbing more and more with each passing minute.
Only when a soft snoring sound came from beneath him did he stop. With a tired smile, he leaned over her and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, before slowly, carefully sliding off her. "And now... for my gift," Aster breathed out, his heart thumping with anticipation, his member springing out from between his thighs, only to glisten cutely under the dim, flickering light, throbbing in need.
Carefully and very slowly, Aster crawled back toward his mother on his hands and knees, trying hard not to make a single sound that could wake his now-sleeping sister. "I'm back..." he whispered so quietly that it was almost inaudible, leaning over to press his lips to her ear. "...and very, very excited about my present. The very naughty one, remember?" he added with a soft nuzzle, his butt wiggling cutely in the air. "Should I stand or...?" he was about to ask, but the only answer that came was a soft, barely audible snore, similar to his sister's.
Scratching the back of his head in confusion, the boy just knelt there, staring at his mother's sleeping face with a dumb look on his own. After a few long moments of just doing that, a very quiet "...Mom?" left his lips, accompanied by a slight nudge of her shoulder with his scarred hand.
Completely asleep, without a single care in the world. Eyes tightly shut, lips slightly parted, a quiet groan leaving them in response to every single one of his nudges. By the looks of it, a pleasant dream was already playing out behind those closed eyelids.
Looking around, Aster took a moment to think about what to do, his gaze drifting between his sleeping sister and the beautiful, naked backside of his mother. 'Alright... today was kinda exhausting, I guess...' he thought, with his shoulders slumping in defeat. With a heavy, frustrated sigh that ended in a quiet whimper, Aster slumped onto the bed next to her, burying his hardness into the pine needles, his butt joining the row of soft, slumbering ones, and just as feminine-looking as theirs. 'Tomorrow then... maybe in the morning? If I wake up before Silvia does...' he sighed miserably, before closing his eyes as well.