[Silvia]
Somewhere far in the north, hidden in the depths of a pine forest, amid piles upon piles of snow that the winter winds had brought in, a small, cozy burrow lay. A burrow made in a hurry, yet sturdy enough to withstand the worst of storms, warm enough to protect against the harshest of frosts the night had to offer, and hidden so well that even the keenest of eyes wouldn't notice its existence.
Beneath the tightly packed snow and walls of ice, surrounded by the swirling pale-gold mist, a small family of three was sitting near the small, carefully tended fire. Its soft crackle and the muffled winds outside were all there to hear, a mother and her two children all silent, just hugging each other with their eyes closed for only gods knew how long. Their pale bodies all pressed against each other, nothing between them, not a single stitch of clothing to cover their naked skin except for the long, wet locks of the same silver hue falling all over their shoulders.
Eventually, their mother's blue eyes fluttered open, and she broke the silence. "You two choosing to be honest with me shows just how much you've both grown up," Nivalis said, tucking their silver waves behind their small, pointy ears one at a time, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly. "I'd like things to stay this way, so I'm going to place a bit more trust in you." Her arms loosened around their shoulders, giving them a bit more space.
Both wore the same curious look on their faces, the same pair of golden eyes blinking at her. "I had a lot of time to think about it today, and realized... if something ever happens to me, well, you know, you will have to take care of yourselves," she started, and her children instantly began to fuss in her arms, trying to say something, but she shushed them with a quiet, "You never know. It is why we're going to make a deal." That made them both go silent and curious again.
Nivalis then took a slow, heavy breath, her full breasts pressing against her children's faces as she did so, before continuing, "Maybe I'll get sick for weeks, or we'll get separated somehow, or maybe something worse will happen. If an emergency like that ever occurs—and I hope it never does—and for whatever reason I can't take care of... Aster's needs..." She looked at her son for a heartbeat before shifting her gaze back to her daughter, "...then, and only then, are you allowed to... get it over with. Instead of me." It was clear that she didn't like the idea, not one bit; her face showed it all too well.
Silvia didn't know how to react to that and just kept blinking, while Aster lit up with a mischievous grin that quickly disappeared when his mother's eyes returned to him. "I'm not done yet. There are rules," she then added, raising her hand into the air and pointing one finger up. "Rule number one. Only during an emergency. Not because you're bored or just want to have some fun. Not because I'm sleeping." Her finger wiggled in the air for emphasis. "Got it?"
When both kids nodded in unison, she raised another finger. "Rule number two. Keep it as... not-naughty as possible, just like you did last time. No kissing, no hugging. No putting things where they shouldn't be." Looking directly into her daughter's eyes, she added, "You are to use your feet, and only your feet. And you," she then turned to her boy, "are to look away while she does it and imagine me doing it. Understood?"
They nodded again, and her third finger went up, her voice getting softer. "And the last one... be completely honest about it. As soon as you can, come to me and tell me everything that happened, just like you did today. You won't get into trouble as long as you tell me the truth." She paused for a moment, her gaze shifting between their faces. "Can I trust you with that?"
"Mhm. If we ever have to, we will do it properly," Aster answered with a serious face, though with her armpit covering most of it, it was anything but. The girl, however, just nodded shyly with quite a bit of a flush on her cheeks. Talking about these things so openly, rules on how she should pleasure her little brother should the need arise, was a completely new and incredibly awkward experience for her.
Glad to hear that, Nivalis leaned down to plant a kiss on each of her children's foreheads, her long, silver locks falling over them. "Alright. Let's finish the tea and go to bed. It was a long day," she whispered against Aster's warm skin before releasing them from her loving embrace. It was a nice ending to a rather terrible day that almost ended with a lot of crying and red bottoms.
Just when Silvia leaned away towards the fire to pick up their tea, half-finished and still steaming, her little brother's voice cut through the soft crackle, "There's something I was dying to ask you the whole evening, Mom..." When the girl turned back to him, holding a clumsy bark cup in both her hands, she saw him shyly spread his thighs apart to show their mother what he was hiding there. "Please?" he asked, presenting his pink hardness to her, all veiny and hard, throbbing for mommy's attention.
Nivalis let out a soft sigh, giving Aster that knowing look of hers before reluctantly reaching for his length. Her fingers wrapped around his warm shaft, the touch making his hips give a little jerk forward. "Can't wait until bedtime?" she asked quietly, looking into his shy, golden eyes while feeling his heartbeat in her hand. When he shook his head and made a cute pout, she just sighed again. "Then let's get this quickly over with, before the tea gets completely cold. Come here," she motioned closer by giving his shaft a few gentle tugs.
To that, the boy responded by turning around and plopping himself right onto her lap with a happy smile, his legs draping to the sides. "Thanks," he mumbled as he rested his head against the soft pillow of her breast, her hand never once letting go of his stiff little boyhood.
The girl's face scrunched up in a way that was all too familiar to her mother, only with an added roll of her golden eyes. 'Like every evening...' it read, showing her thoughts. However, instead of just sitting there and pretending she wasn't hearing the lewd squelching happening nearby, as she would normally do, she did the opposite. She now had a perfect excuse to see all that naughtiness up close, even to ask questions about it.
With the bark cup of pine tea in her hands, the girl shifted closer, her curious golden eyes locking on the place where her mother's two fingers were moving slowly, up and down. The boy's foreskin followed obediently, revealing the mushroom-shaped tip on every downstroke, already leaking a clear fluid that made it shine in the firelight.
A heartbeat later, the whole thing suddenly stopped when their eyes flicked to her face. "Something wrong, sweetie?" Nivalis asked, hiding her son's throbbing hardness between her digits, only his round testicles left out in the open.
Silvia shook her head in response and put the cup carefully beside her in the pine needles, then scooted even closer until her knees bumped into her mother's thigh. "No, just... now that I have to take care of him, too, I kinda need to know what I'm doing?" she mumbled, pointing at the pink foreskin peeking out from between her fingers.
Her golden eyes then looked up at her mother, pure innocence shining in them. "I was pretty much improvising last time," she muttered with a gulp, "just did whatever I remembered you doing with your hands. So... a few tips wouldn't hurt, I guess? To make the white stuff come out faster." A pause, then, "For the emergencies, you know?"
Aster gave her an embarrassed look, but didn't protest and just watched their mother expectantly from the softness of her big, soft breasts. It took a while for Nivalis to answer, though, as she just sat there in silence, her arm wrapped around the boy, the other still holding his shaft gently in her fingers. Eventually, a reluctant nod came from her, along with a shaky sigh. "Alright. Just... look, then," she said, slowly uncovering her son's hardness for her daughter to see.
Her fingers began to move again, this time slower, letting the girl take a good look at every detail. "It's not that complicated. Simply... up and down," Nivalis explained, forming a circle with her thumb and index finger and squeezing the base of his shaft gently before sliding it all the way to the tip, making a tiny droplet of clear fluid form at the slit on top. "See? When that happens, it's a good sign. It means he's enjoying it." She smeared the fluid around the tip, causing the Aster's hips to buck slightly with a soft gasp. "Was there a lot of it last time?" she asked, ignoring the boy.
A very shy, "...yeah," came from the girl as she kept looking at her brother's boyhood, how it twitched and throbbed under their mother's skilled touch. "What do I do if there isn't enough of it? If he peed right before the emergency?" she asked, looking up at her mother with a tiny blush on her cheeks. Aster's golden eyes kept darting between the two as they spoke, not uttering a single word.
Nivalis couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at that, never stopping pumping that overly young shaft. "It's not pee, sweetie. It's... a special boy fluid that makes things more... slippery, to help him put it inside. Just like how we girls can get... wet, to help them get it in," she mumbled with a blush rivaling her daughter's. "It's natural."
She let go of the boy's length for a moment, watching it throb pathetically without her touch in the soft, warm light of the fire. "But sometimes it can happen that there isn't enough of it, mostly when he's too tired. If that's the case, I usually just play with these two little things to make it come out." She reached between his skinny thighs and gently took his testicles into her warm fingers, rolling them around gently. "You'll need to do it with your feet, but... it should work."
Aster's pale thighs started to tremble slightly when she did that, a tiny whimper escaping him that he muffled with her breast. "Mhm... I see," Silvia muttered, watching her mother's fingers tug and squeeze his small, sensitive bits. "What if it still doesn't work? I'm not sure I can do that properly with just my feet... and even if I do, he might not like it," she asked with her brows furrowing slightly.
Nodding in understanding, Nivalis took a moment to think about it while her fingers played with her son's little treasures. "Hm, yeah. That's a good point," she admitted, her gaze shifting to Aster for a heartbeat before returning to the girl. "Well... you could... try to spit on it a little bit. That should do the trick. But if it comes to that, try not to bring your lips too close to it, just... lean over and let it drop onto it. Alright?"
Silvia's face scrunched in thought, and a quiet hum escaped her as she tried to imagine the whole thing. "Can I-I... try? So you can tell me if I'm doing it right?" she then asked, shifting in the pine needles to kneel properly before her brother, her small, delicate hands resting atop his knees. Her silver locks slid off her shoulders and cascaded over her flat chest, completely hiding her pink nipples from view.
The boy's shaft gave an excited little throb at that, which did not go unnoticed by either of them. However, Nivalis was a lot more reluctant than that, giving her a few shakes of her head, but Silvia didn't give up, mouthing that one word over and over, "Pwease?" with those big, pleading golden eyes of hers, small fists beating lightly against the boy's knees.
After a few moments of staring down at her, the woman finally caved in with a long, exasperated sigh. "Ugh, alright... but only this one time. We won't be doing this again, understood?"
Nodding enthusiastically, Silvia tucked her messy hair behind her pointy ears, then leaned forward until her face was just above her brother's hardness. "Like this?" she asked, gathering as much saliva as she could in her mouth. When Nivalis nodded, the girl put her small, delicate hand on the boy's pale hip to hold him still, and opened her puffy lips, letting a long string of foamy spit slowly descend onto the twitching tip.
The very moment the warm droplet hit his skin, Nivalis was already there to smear it all over his length with two fingers, making her baby boy all slippery and shiny with his sister's saliva. A loud gasp followed from Aster, his hips moving involuntarily at the feeling of his mother's fingers sliding up and down without any resistance, coated in the slimy drool that just kept coming from his blushing sister's mouth. "O-oh-my..." he couldn't help but moan shyly.
The silver-haired girl kept adding more and more until her mother had to stop her with a quiet, "Alright, I think that's enough, sweetie." After wiping her lips with the back of her hand, Silvia just smiled and went back to her previous position, watching her little brother's hard thingy twitching furiously in rivers of her saliva. Even his testicles were covered in it, shining in the firelight.
"See how much more he likes it now?" Nivalis continued without stopping her fingers from sliding up and down the slippery length, making the boy squirm and whimper in her arms. Some guilt appeared on her face at this whole situation, but she quickly pushed it away and cleared her throat, her gaze flicking back to her daughter. "After that, you just keep rubbing it until all the white stuff comes out."
Silvia gave a tiny nod, her eyes following the slow path of her mother's fingers along the shaft. The lewd squelching sounds filled their small home, accompanied by Aster's rhythmic gasps and whimpering. "He didn't... react this much when I did it," she mumbled, her brows furrowing slightly as she watched her brother writhe in pleasure.
Nivalis could only give her an awkward smile at that, one that disappeared as quickly as it came. A few heartbeats passed in silence before Silvia broke it with another question, "What if I need to keep him quiet? In the middle of a real emergency, like, there are bad people nearby. He was pretty loud just now."
Sighing, Nivalis slowed her movements to a gentle, teasing pace that made Aster groan in frustration that she ignored completely. "Well, I usually kiss him a little, or give him my breast to suck on," she admitted with a sigh, her blue eyes looking at her baby boy. Carefully, she placed her hand behind his head and guided him to her nipple until his pink lips of almost exactly the same color wrapped around it.
The soft suckling followed right after, much quieter than the sounds he had made moments ago. "But you're not allowed to do that. It's too... naughty," Nivalis added, shifting her gaze back to her daughter, who was looking down at her flat chest with a tiny frown. "You could make him something out of ice, I guess, or cover his mouth with something. Or you could just use your finger if you can. That should work too."
Silvia's frown softened at that, and a quiet hum escaped her lips as she turned her attention back to what was happening between her brother's legs. "Who would have thought there was a whole art to it..." she murmured, causing that slightly awkward smile to appear on her mother's face again.
No longer than half a minute later, Nivalis let out a quiet, "He's close," to which the girl leaned closer to see for herself, her silver hair brushing against her brother's trembling thighs. There was little difference, however; he was squirming just as much, throbbing just as hard, his testicles drawn up just as tight as they had been. At least to her eyes, nothing had changed.
A confused look appeared on Silvia's face. "How can you tell? Last time, I had no idea he was about to... you know. He made quite a mess." She kept her small hand on his pale thigh the entire time as she waited for an explanation, her thumb gently stroking the soft skin.
Nivalis loosened her grip around her son's shaft so the girl could see more of it, the squelching sounds disappearing for the moment; Aster groaned and wiggled his hips in protest. "In the way he throbs, I guess it gets more intense?" she answered, ignoring his squirming. "At this point, I just know without even thinking about it. See here?" She pointed to the big, pulsing vein running from base to tip. "His veins bulge more when he's close. Also, his... mushroom swells up slightly, but it's hard to notice."
She gently squeezed the tip with her thumb and index fingers, making the boy's hips jerk with a whine. "He's not very big, so it's a lot easier to feel than to see." He suddenly got all shy and pouty at the mention of him being small and started to suckle on her nipple harder, as if that would somehow prove her wrong.
Silvia watched her little brother's face for a moment longer, a small giggle escaping her before she turned her attention back down to his hardness, one she didn't quite agree was small. Taking a deep breath, she then asked for something that she knew had almost no chance of being allowed, but she tried anyway. "C-can I feel it? Just one finger, so I know how it feels," she blurted out in one breath, her golden eyes wide and pleading, long eyelashes fluttering furiously, "so that... his white stuff doesn't land where it shouldn't. That's kinda important."
A long, loud, and quite annoyed sigh escaped Nivalis, her shoulders slumping. "Oh, what have I gotten myself into..." she mumbled to herself, looking at her daughter with a weary expression while her baby boy kept throbbing between her wet fingers, her nipple still in his mouth. "Yeah, he can get quite messy. Fine," she finally said after a short, internal battle, "but just a quick touch, okay? With the tip of your finger, and only where I point you to. That's it. The last thing for today."
Silvia's face lit up instantly at that. A happy, wide smile spread across her pink lips, which she then bit into, trying to hide her excitement. With her heart hammering in her chest, she raised her small, trembling hand from her brother's thigh and brought her index finger over to his hardness. "Here," Nivalis said, gently guiding the girl's finger to a spot just below the mushroom tip, where the biggest, thickest vein was pulsing rhythmically.
The very second her finger touched the warm, slippery skin, Aster's whole body shuddered, his suckling stopping for a brief moment. "It's... yeah, it's really intense. Also very warm," Silvia whispered, her eyes wide with child-like wonder as she kept her finger pressed against that spot. After a few heartbeats of that, she slowly moved her finger away and waited for the next spot she was allowed to touch. The feeling of that throbbing hardness lingered on her fingertip.
Nivalis then guided her finger all the way down to the base, pressing it right against where the shaft met her other fingers that were still holding it. "Here as well. Feel how blood pumps into him?" The girl nodded, gently massaging that spot with the pad of her finger, feeling just how fast her brother's heart was beating and blood pumping through the shaft.
Aster once again shuddered under the gentle touch of both his mother and sister, a soft whimper escaping him around the nipple. Shushing him with a quiet, "Shhh... almost done, honey," Nivalis gently rubbed the back of his silver-haired head, then pointed the girl's finger right at the little slit on top of the tip, where a drop of that clear, slippery fluid was oozing out, mixing with the saliva. "And lastly, here. He's getting a bit... puffy right here when he's close. Try to press a bit into him to feel how it is. But be very gentle, it's the most sensitive spot."
With the utmost care, Silvia gently touched her baby brother's most sensitive spot with the very tip of her finger, her digit sinking slightly into the squishy flesh. The moment she did that, Aster's entire body convulsed suddenly, his back arching, hips jerking away from her finger, a muffled gasp escaping him as his pale legs shot straight and stiff.
— "Oh," was all the girl managed to let out as his testicles drew up almost completely and his shaft began to pulse with an unmistakable urgency, thick, hot ropes of his seed about to paint everything around in white just like he did last time. To make matters worse, he bit into her mother's nipple with a sudden, loud whimper, distracting her for just half a second.
The most important half-second out of all half-seconds out there. Nivalis's fingers jerked away when they were needed most, her palm nowhere near the tip to catch the inevitable eruption like she usually would. But just as hope was all but lost, just when it seemed too late... a clumsy bark cup, the same one they drank tea from not long ago, appeared out of nowhere, sliding right under the spurting tip. Silvia did that without thinking, just a quick reflex to save the night from turning into a messy cleanup.
First wet splatter against the inside of the cup was followed by another, then another, each one making the girl's delicate hand recoil slightly from the sheer force of it. Aster's hips bucked with every throb, the wet shaft bouncing up and down, all making it incredibly difficult for her to keep the cup in the right place. "Stay still... you dummy!" she whisper-yelled at him, her face scrunched up with concentration as she struggled to catch her brother's warm release.
It was around the fourth or fifth spurt when Nivalis finally recovered from the stinging pain in her nipple, a soft hiss escaping her. She wrapped her fingers around her baby boy's pulsing shaft to keep it steady above the cup. Like a team, mother and daughter worked together to catch every last precious rope of his seed, everything those little balls had in them after the whole day of walking and practicing. One holding the cup, the other holding the wet length.
"That's it... that's my good boy. Let it all out for mommy," Nivalis murmured to the trembling child in her lap the entire time, helping him through the intense waves of pleasure. His mouth kept suckling on her nipple, but weakly, his lips unable to even properly close around it with all the moaning and whimpering coming out.
"...and for your sister, too," Silvia shyly added after her mother, her left hand moving from the cup to her brother's trembling thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. When Nivalis looked at her with a tired look, the girl just shrugged and whispered, "What? I'm helping, too." A sigh was all she got in response.
Silvia watched as, again and again, the white globs landed in the green liquid, clouding the tea, how they floated on the surface like tiny, wriggling ghosts before slowly sinking to the bottom to join the earlier ones. It reminded her of a herb tea with milk she once had back at their village, when she was four or something, long ago. Her nostrils flared at the thought, but instead of tasty herb tea, all she could smell was her little brother, incredibly boyish and overwhelming, mixing with the faint scent of pine.
The boy's body kept jerking and shuddering for a good while as he emptied himself into the cup, and when the last weak throb finally faded, he collapsed against his mother's soft body, completely spent. Nivalis gave his still-hard shaft a few more gentle strokes, milking the last few drops into the cup until there was nothing left to give.
He squirmed a little at that, whimpering from the overstimulation, but didn't protest much and just nuzzled her breast like a kitten. "There we go... all done now," she whispered, giving the tip one final squeeze before wiping it against the edge of the cup. Turning her attention back to her daughter, she added, "Thank you for... catching it all, sweetie," wincing slightly at the words leaving her mouth. "Put that away, I'll toss it in the morning and wash the cup properly."
Silvia just smiled back and carefully lifted the cup away from her brother's skinny legs, her golden eyes watching the cloudy liquid slosh around inside as she moved. With a slight wrinkle of her nose, she carried the cup to the far side of their fire, setting it down in the pine needles where it wouldn't bother them through the night.
— "That was... kinda fun. I've learned a lot," the girl then admitted, turning back just in time to see her mother wiping her hand and Aster's softened bits with his old blindfold. Silvia watched it for a moment before raising her hand into the air, one finger still slightly damp, and offering a hopeful, "High five?" The glare she got in response made her hand drop faster than it had risen, a quiet, "No high five..." following as she tucked her hands in her lap. With a small, awkward smile, she just sat there and waited for her mother to finish tending to the now-snoring boy in her arms.