[Aster]
The evening found its way to the little house in the woods, so dark and cold that even the owls decided to call it a day and huddle in their nests. So quiet that even the smallest rustle of leaves sounded like a roar, and the creaks of the old logs—like thunder. Distant stars twinkled high above, between lazy-swirling snowflakes and heavy clouds, giving just a hint of light to the land below.
Inside that same house, however, it was the exact opposite. Warm, cozy, and full of soft whispers and little giggles. After hours of nothing but chores, washing and boiling the clothes, then scrubbing themselves and making a simple dinner of porridge, the three of them were finally done and back in their hearthbed, atop the humming stones and soft furs. Just lazing about after a long, tiring day. "Gonna tell me now? I can do it aaall night," Aster breathed quietly into the delicate skin of his sister's neck, a childish grin on his face.
He lay on top of her much like he had in the morning, his legs between hers, and with his arms wrapped tightly around her to hold her in place. The heavy curtain of their hearthbed was slightly open and allowed a soft, orange glow to spill onto them, onto their pale, young bodies and their silver hair, still wet from the bath and wavy.
And onto the matching white panties they forgot to take off as well, small and delicate, they rubbed against each other with every wiggle. "Just tell me what Mom's making," he whispered after, nuzzling her gently to annoy her even more.
With her cheeks flushed from all the laughter, and her flat chest heaving up and down with each breath against his own, Silvia shook her head in defiance. "Nuh-uh," she huffed, and that immediately resulted in him blowing a nasty raspberry against her neck. Wet and loud, and incredibly silly.
A high-pitched squeal rose from her throat, and she began to squirm and giggle in his arms like a little girl that she was. "Stahahp ittt, you dork! Ew!" she whined, her legs kicking helplessly in the air behind him.
But he didn't and just kept blowing those, again and again, his lips vibrating against her skin and making the most awful noises a brother could possibly make. "Tell me," he demanded between them, his voice filled with just as much laughter as hers.
Sitting just nearby with knitting needles in her hands, Nivalis couldn't help but chuckle at them, at her children playing like that. She didn't say anything or try to stop them, just watched and knitted the very thing he tried so hard to pry about; the light-grey... something. Unlike the two of them, she was naked and pretty much ready for bed, leaning back against the warm stones with her legs covered by furs up to her hips, pale breasts in full view and jiggling softly with every stitch she made.
For a good two minutes, Aster kept blowing air against his sister's neck, making her squeal and whine the entire time. It was only when her wiggles got weak, and she stopped even trying to escape his hold, going all boneless beneath him, that he stopped and lifted his head to look down at her. A silly, victorious smirk on his lips, and flushed cheeks beneath his golden eyes. "Tell me," he said again, this time in a hushed, softer voice.
It took her a while to respond. She just lay there and breathed, eyes closed and face all scrunched up, with her delicate neck a wet mess of saliva. Eventually, after gulping down a lump in her throat, she sighed and murmured a tired, "I-I... can't. I pinky-promised."
That instantly made Aster groan down at her exhausted face, the sound of ultimate defeat. Everyone knew there was nothing stronger than a pinky promise, and that meant he had no chance of getting anything out of her. Zero.
Slowly and reluctantly, his arms loosened from around her, and with a quiet sigh, he pushed himself up a bit and gave his mother a look. An incredibly pouty, frustrated one, with his eyes squinting accusingly at her. "Mom," he breathed, barely audible over the soft clicking of her needles. But she just smiled sweetly back at him, not stopping her work even for a moment.
His head dropped back down with that, right onto the little hollow of his sister's shoulder, and he let out another, even more dramatic sigh that made his whole body slump against hers. Silvia didn't react in any way and just kept lying there beneath him, completely limp and exhausted from laughing, breathing softly against his messy hair.
For quite a while, that's all they did, just lie there in the dim of their hearthbed and breathe, a brother and sister in matching panties. Too tired to do anything else.
But it wasn't in a warrior's nature to surrender. So, soon enough, a little wriggle of his hips happened. An incredibly determined one, his buttcheeks jiggling a bit inside their tight woolen prison as he did. Then his arms moved, and suddenly he was pushing himself up and away from the exhausted girl in the furs. Like a spring, he jumped up to his knees and turned toward his mother, an expression of pure mischief on his face.
From under her long eyelashes, Nivalis glanced his way and instantly found herself smiling at the sight of him crawling towards her over the furs. Much like a cat, slowly and carefully, on all fours and barely making any sound. For a brief moment, she did, then pretended not to see him and returned to her work, wooden needles clicking and looping and doing their thing.
One hand in front of the other, one knee at a time, he slowly made his way to her, with golden eyes locked on her pretty face. It was so slow that she managed to finish the row she was working on, change needles, and begin the next before he even reached her side. Just once, she spared him a look and chuckled when he stopped moving entirely, even breathing, until she looked away again. Then he continued with the same silly speed.
When he did reach her side, a little pounce happened that made her laugh softly, and all of a sudden he was in the way of her knitting, clinging to her neck and shoulders. "Mom," he purred up at her, blinking those beautiful eyes of gold at her, his flat chest bumping into the side of her pale breast and squishing it. Nothing else, just a simple, quiet, "Mom."
Not saying anything at first, she looked down at him with a smile, her hands still moving the needles and the yarn by memory alone. Then, a faint, "Yes, my love? Something wrong?" came from her soft lips, a breathy whisper.
The boy huffed up at her cutely and gave a look that said, 'So you want to play this game, huh?' before leaning in and burying his face in the warm curve of her neck. With his butt sticking out behind him and his knees on the furs, he began kissing and nuzzling her warm skin there, all soft and gentle, unlike what he did to his sister just moments ago. Their wavy silver hair mixed together as he moved, strands so similar in color it was impossible to tell whose was whose; his pale arms all but disappeared in them.
A soft sigh left her at the feeling of that, of his skinny body pressing so tightly into her side. That broke her concentration, and the needles finally stopped moving in her hands. "Sweetie..." Nivalis breathed and tried to look down at them, to see where she was and what to do next, but that was very hard with a silly boy in the way. "Honey, I can't see the needles with you like that."
He just whined back at her and kept doing what he was doing, kissing and nuzzling, even nibbling here and there. All the while, he intentionally made it impossible for her to knit anything, his bum wiggling around right above her hands. Whenever they moved, he shifted and blocked them, forcing her to look at his wool-covered cheeks and the way the fabric hugged them, instead of her knitting.
It took her a good dozen sighs to finally give up on her knitting. Her hands stopped trying, and instead, she just waited for him to get bored and leave her be. But minutes passed, and he just kept doing that, smacking his young lips against her soft skin and breathing warmly against it. Bothering her and being a silly boy, as boys do.
And it was only when he pretty much just sat atop her hands with his bum, pinning them in place, that she finally spoke, "I just want to knit a little bit before we go to sleep, honey," she murmured in a bit of a breathy voice, "and it's nothing that special, really. Just a silly... thing for myself. Why don't you go back and annoy...—I mean, cuddle with your sister some more, hm?"
Silvia, still lying there all limp, let out a faint whine at that, a quiet, "No... I-I lost twice today already. It's not my day." The words slurred together a bit as she spoke, her eyelids barely open. "You deal with him."
Aster hummed softly at that, still busy with her neck, leaving it all pink from his kisses. "If it's nothing special," he whispered after a moment, "then why can't you just tell me what it is?" He then pulled away a bit, just enough to look her in the eyes. A tiny, high-pitched "hm?" followed, his lips a bit puffy and shining in the firelight.
Not saying anything at first, Nivalis simply stared at that smarty-pants of a boy with a smile on her face. "Well..." she eventually breathed, a bit of laughter in her voice, "...it's because..." and then nothing, just silence again. A ringing, telling silence that made it clear whatever she was knitting was very much special.
Huffing quietly through his nose, Aster just went back into her hair, his chest bumping into her much softer one once more and squishing her pale breasts. A breathy chuckle escaped her at that, then a tired groan when his hungry mouth latched onto the delicate skin of her neck, right where it connected to her shoulder. "Sweetie..." was all she said, a soft murmur that was meant to stop him, but he didn't.
Minutes went by like that, with just the sound of the stones humming beneath them, the fire crackling somewhere in the distance, and the soft smacks of his lips on her skin. Until finally, with a little groan against his skinny body, Nivalis let out a quiet, "It's just..." to which the boy immediately stopped moving his mouth and listened. He did for almost another minute, but she didn't continue. Just sat there and breathed softly, with her hand in his wavy mess of locks.
It was only when Aster decided to resume the kissing that she spoke up again, right when his lips twitched. "It's for you," she whispered, her fingers combing through his hair gently, "I'm making you something, but... but I want it to be a surprise, that's all. That's why Silvia knows, and you don't," her eyes flicked up to where the girl lay on the furs, then back down to him, "and why we didn't want to tell you."
And that, that was enough to make him pause completely and even pull away, the softest of hums leaving him. "Really? It's not something super girlish again, is it?" he asked with a little bit of suspicion and squinted at her. A slow, warm shake of her head answered that, which made him relax a bit. "Good. Because if it is, I'm not wearing it," he added with a firm, serious look that didn't match the white, childish panties he had on.
Nivalis couldn't help but chuckle at that, and she nodded once more. "It's not, I promise," she whispered, after which she reached down and tried to grab her knitting needles from beneath his legs. "Can I...?" she asked, and he made a sound of agreement and scooted back just a bit, enough to let her pull them out.
In that brief moment of him moving away from her, a sight met her eyes that made her hands pause. "You're not going to let me knit tonight, are you?" she breathed, looking right between his slender thighs and at the faint outline of his hardness against the soft wool of his panties, testicles bumping a little into her wooden needles. He just smiled sheepishly at her; he was planning some more kisses.
With a tired sigh, she put her work into her knitting basket that was at her side, and then moved it further away before turning her attention back to her boy. Without saying a word, she gently pushed his legs a bit more apart and then placed her fingers on that small bulge, right where the tip of him was. And then slowly, she began to trace the shape of his young shaft through the fabric, up and down, with only the tips of her fingers.
A small, shaky hum escaped him as he watched her do that, move along his trapped length and explore every curve of it, his hips wiggling in tiny, involuntary motions. Those warm, pale fingers played with him like that for almost a minute before moving to the waistband of his panties and pulling on it, a quiet, "Let's remove these and get comfy," coming from her lips.
With a small "Mhm," Aster lifted his hips, allowing her to pull the panties down to his thighs, where they dug into the soft skin there, and then down to his knees. White and delicate, they dangled there for a moment longer before he leaned back and lifted his legs into the air, and she took them off. A view of his pale butt and tight hole briefly greeted her.
A breath of relief came from him just then, at the sudden lack of squeezing and rubbing down there that had been bothering him the whole day. Ever since this morning, when he learned that this kind of squeezing was normal and even manly, he had been doing his best to get used to it. And he did, a little bit. Because he was one hell of a man. So much so that after their bath, once they'd dried, he'd put them back on all by himself!
Still, it felt good to be out of panties. "Ugh, that's so much better," Aster said, lowering his legs back down onto the furs, his thin, pink shaft twitching happily in the open air. "They kept... bunching up between my butt all day," he complained in a small voice, watching her fold his panties neatly and put them away into the basket as well.
Nivalis just smiled at that and gently wrapped her strong hands around his delicate hips, pulling him onto her chest, and all while lowering herself down onto the furs. Her breasts cushioned his fall, and a moment later, he was lying atop her and looking down at her soft features. "Yeah, mine did that too..." she whispered up at him as she covered them both with the furs, making the black hide their pale bodies.
A little hum escaped him as she did, his arms wrapping around her shoulders and his hips pressing down into her soft tummy. For a quiet moment, Aster just looked at her, at the way the dim light played on her features and in her blue eyes, at how her silver hair spread around the bed beneath her. Her hands kept caressing his back in gentle circles all the while, right above the faint line that the tight panties had left on his soft skin. Then, he began to lower his lips to hers, and as he did, he whispered, "Can we..."
But before he could finish, a small, excited voice came from beside them. "Are we getting a massage today, too?" Silvia asked, all eager and awake all of a sudden. With the grace of a falling log, she flopped right beside them and onto the furs, and with a little wiggle, got all comfy. "I'm so tired, I'd love one," she added, and then, "Do me first, do me first!"
That caused both of them to look at her, with Nivalis smiling softly and Aster sighing through his nose. "I dunno..." he mumbled, tendons in his wrists twitching slightly behind his mother's shoulders at the mere thought of it. They still hurt, though not as much as earlier in the day. But then again, after spending a whole day in girls' clothes—panties didn't count! Scientific fact!—he did kind of need to prove his manliness a bit, to both himself and them. 'I guess... but I really wanted to do the other thing,' he thought, looking back down at his mother.
A mistake, as he found the same kind of look on her face that Silvia had, a little smile and a hopeful glint in her eyes. She was very much into the idea as well, even if she didn't say it.
That made him sigh again, a bit deeper this time, and then nod reluctantly, "Yeah, alright... I'll do you both." With a slow, tired movement, he pushed himself up and sat on his knees, his pink hardness bouncing around a bit, foreskin covering almost a third of its tip.
Two happy hums of excitement were his answer, one low and sweet, the other high and squeaky, and he couldn't help but smile a bit at how eagerly they got themselves ready for him. Nivalis turned over onto her stomach with a little wiggle of her hips and then tucked her hands beneath her chest, while Silvia just kept wriggling herself into the furs like a little worm. "Hehehe" kept escaping her every few seconds.
Aster just shook his head with a tiny sigh and leaned over her, reached for the hem of her panties, and slipped his fingers inside. Slowly and very carefully, he began to pull the thin fabric down, revealing her smooth cheeks and then her little puffy slit to the dim light. Down her thighs and over her knees they went, and then over her ankles and off, leaving her naked. She barely even reacted to that.
Then, he did pretty much the same thing as yesterday: straddled her legs and began to knead her gently. Everything there was to knead, every part of her delicate body, he did. Back and sides, neck, shoulders, and arms, the area above the butt and below, the butt itself. Especially the butt. Then thighs, calves, and even feet. He did it all and then some more, until he was satisfied with the tone of her soft moans and sighs.
It took a good fifteen minutes of his poor, tired wrists hurting, but he managed. Managed to make his mother grumpy because he took so long that she almost fell asleep waiting. "Sorry, Mom," he whispered with a chuckle when that happened and quickly shuffled over to make it up to her.
And that meant more of the same, a whole lot of rubbing and squeezing of her curves and muscles and soft bits, with his hips occasionally bumping into her pale bum. Sometimes even accidentally.
That was a whole lot more tiring than the first time, but he did it anyway. For another fifteen minutes or so, up until Silvia began to whine and wiggle her naked butt, demanding he go back to her. "Awwstyyyy," came the call, and he obeyed like a good little brother should, crawling back to her and plopping himself atop her legs.
Back and forth, he went between the two of them like a busy bee, called by their needy voices, until both were nothing but puddles of happiness in the furs, smiling and breathing softly. He, however, was anything but that. A bit sweaty from all the effort and panting quietly, with his testicles aching on their insides and his young shaft all stiff and needy, still. "Done," he eventually whispered, but got no response from either of them, not even a hum.
For a quiet moment, he just sat there between them and watched their sleepy faces and matching, in everything except for the size, behinds. Each had faint imprints of his hands on them. Then, he rubbed his wrists a bit and sighed, deciding to give up on the 'other thing' and just go to sleep. It was already quite late, anyway.
With a little groan of effort, he lay down on his tummy and made himself comfortable on the furs, as much as it was possible with a hardness between his legs. "Ugh, being a man is tough..." he mumbled quietly to himself, closing his eyes.
Only to open them back again when he heard a soft chuckle from his mother. He looked at her and saw a very warm, loving smile on her lips and a soft sparkle in her eyes. "Come here, my little man," she whispered gently, lifting her arm and beckoning him closer.
Slowly, he did just that, moved closer and closer until his face squished into her soft breasts. A kiss landed on his messy hair, a tender thing that made him smile a bit. "You didn't hear that," Aster whispered shyly against her warm skin, which only made her chuckle more, the sound vibrating through her chest and into his cheek.
She hummed softly and covered them both with the furs, hiding their pale bodies from the world, and then simply held him in her strong arms that felt very noodle-y from his massage. They stayed like that for a good while, just lying there together in the dim of the night with Silvia snoring quietly nearby, doing nothing as there was nothing left to do.
Until Nivalis remembered something and whispered, "What did you want to say earlier?" She gave his shoulder a gentle rub, "...before the massage, I mean. You didn't get to finish."
A sleepy hum came from him at that, and after a moment, he mumbled a quiet, "nothin'" against her bosom, not bothering to lift his head. He felt her hand move to his hair and begin to slowly comb through it, and a soft sigh escaped him at the feeling. "Just... wanted to ask for the... other thing," he whispered after a while, "but it's okay."
Another few minutes of silence followed that, with her fingers gently caressing his long, wavy strands and his lips smacking sleepily against her skin. Until she murmured a faint, "Tell me," which made him open his eyes and look up at her. A young, pale face peeked from between her breasts, golden eyes sleepy and innocent-looking, blinking slowly at her.
Then his lips moved, and a very small, soft sound came from them, "Humping." Just a single word, said so quietly that the humming of stones almost swallowed it.
That made her sigh and lower her gaze, from the gold of his irises to where their chests met. Slowly, she lifted the furs a bit and looked down at his skinny hips and the little thing sticking out from them, all swollen and in need of her. It twitched as she looked at it, then even harder when her hand traveled down his flatness, over his tummy and hairless pelvis, and gently took hold of him. In a very motherly, caring way.
A soft, "I see..." came from her at that, at the heat and hardness of her baby boy in her fingers. Her blue eyes then flicked up, but not to his face. Instead, they moved to the snoring girl just nearby, checking whether she was truly asleep. A little breath left her lips, and after another moment, she looked back down at him; her fingers never stopping their gentle touches. "Okay, sweetie. We can do that if you really want to, just..." she paused, her thumb gently circling the pink head of him, "...let's be really quiet, alright?"
Like a beam of sun, his face lit up at that, and he nodded eagerly against her breasts, making them jiggle quite a bit. That made her chuckle softly, and then hum when he pulled himself up a bit and brought his lips to hers. A tender, silent kiss followed, and then another, and one more, all soft and loving and slow, which she returned every time. Soft smacks and sighs filled the quiet of their warm bed, for a sweet moment or two.
When it ended, Nivalis smiled down at him, her hand still holding his stiff little thing, which felt hotter than even the scorching stones around. She gave it a little squeeze and whispered, "We should put something beneath us... so we don't make a mess. I think I had a rag in here somewhere..." Her eyes drifted to the side as she thought, to the knitting basket she had pushed away earlier. That made Aster nod and reach for it, pushing the furs off of them in the process.
A dark rag, the same one she used to clean him in the morning, was soon in her hand, and she unfolded it between them. A little bit of shuffling happened right after, with her carefully putting the cloth down on the bed and him helping by straightening it out. Soon, it was all nice and ready for them to... be naughty.
With her heart beating just a bit faster in her chest, Nivalis took a deep breath and, with her eyes on him, she slowly rolled herself fully onto her stomach and presented her round, soft butt for him to hump against, her hips lifting just a tiny bit. And then she just waited for him to mount her, a blush slowly forming on all four of her cheeks as she did.
For a few quiet gulps, Aster just sat there and enjoyed the view, the way her wide hips curved down into her thick thighs, at the way her big breasts squished beneath her and spilled out the sides, at the faintest of pink between her soft cheeks and wavy locks of silver all over her shoulders and back. And then, with a little bit of hesitation, he took a shaky breath and climbed atop her, with his knees on each side of her hips and hands on her back.
A quiet exhale escaped her when his warm, pulsing thing touched the back of her thigh, so very hot against her pale skin. Then another, when he gently spread her buttocks apart and looked down at everything that was hidden there, at the tiny, twitching hole and the delicate, pink flower of her womanhood. Puffy and hairless, just for his eyes to see. "Honey..." Nivalis breathed after a few seconds of that, the soft whisper making his gaze flick up to her blushing face, looking over her shoulder, "Be careful, okay? Gently..."
A small nod came from the boy, after which he reached for the furs and pulled them over himself, then slowly, so very slowly, lay down on her back and covered her as well. The black hid every bit of naughtiness from view, not that there was much to see in the dim light, and made it look like they were just cuddling. But they did not just cuddle, though his arms did wrap around her tightly.
Deep beneath the heavy covers, where no one could see and no one would know, his hips began to move against her bottom. Just around at first, as he aimed himself properly, at the between of her cheeks, and then forward, into the softness of them. Both of them gasped at the feeling of his hardness spreading her pale cheeks apart and pushing through them, of the small tip of him bumping gently against the forbidden hole there.
Her toes curled up at that, face scrunching a little, and a quiet whine escaped her mouth. "D-don't push... just rub," she reminded him in a whisper, to which he nodded obediently. With his face pressed against her shoulder and his hands beneath her breasts, he began to do just that and rocked his hips against her, slowly and gently. Like a lazy bunny in heat, humping her. And it felt incredible.
So much so that he barely made it to twenty seconds before his hips stuttered and his whole body tensed, and his entire soul tried to push itself out through that little opening in his tip. A distant and incredibly annoyed, "Ugh... for the fu—it's all over the furs! H-how did you even hit that far?!" was the last thing he heard before everything went dark.