[Silvia]
It was still a very early morning in the small village of Lonecandle, with its old wooden houses all dark and quiet, with barely any smoke rising from the stone chimneys. Families were yet to wake up and add more wood to the fires, roosters were yet to greet the new day with their annoying crows, and housewives were yet to start their ovens and fill the air with the sweet scent of bread. Soon, but not now.
The forest surrounding the village was just as silent, with nothing but the gentle rustling of the pine branches to break it. No birds sang their little songs, no critters dashed from one bush to another, and no predators stalked their prey. Not yet. All were still asleep, dreaming of the warmer days of spring that were still months away.
And among it all, just a short walk through the pines from the rest of the village, stood a small, dark house of logs and straw. A half-fallen wooden fence, crooked chimney, boarded-up window. A house that should be just as asleep as everything else, with a family of three snoring inside it. But in the dim warmth of its hearthbed, something else was happening, a hushed whisper that no mother and daughter should ever have.
Black furs covered Silvia's pale shoulders and everything below, as she lay in her brother's arm and looked at her mother on the other side of him. "His bits are... really swollen," she found herself whispering again, so quietly that she wasn't even sure if the words left her lips. "I kinda... um, squished them with my knee when I woke up. Did you... you know, after the massage?" Her cheek was squished against the boy's bony shoulder, the point of her ear poking out of the mess of her silver hair.
A tired sigh escaped Nivalis at the question, her own head coming to rest on the small shoulder of her son. "We kissed for a bit, and then we... then we fell asleep, sweetie. We were all so tired," she murmured after a moment, her hand slowly sliding under the furs and finding his young shaft as hard as ever, and the testicles beneath all swollen and full. Her fingers gently caressed them. "Yeah... he is," she added with a nod. After another moment of silence, she said, "I'll take care of it when he wakes up, don't worry."
Nodding along, Silvia shifted a bit and threw her leg back over his thigh, bumping her knee into her mother's pale hand. "I have an idea. What if..." she whispered after a second of hesitation, "...what if we wake him with something naughty? He was really nice to us yesterday, and we kinda left him like this overnight, so..." A little shrug of her shoulders followed, "he'd like that, I think. And you won't have to deal with him asking for naughty stuff he missed yesterday. Just... well, a quick thing and then back to sleep."
Nivalis closed her eyes at that and just breathed against the warm skin beneath her. "I... yeah, he would," she said quietly, then thought for a moment. An incredibly long, quiet moment in which Silvia was almost certain she would say no. It was just how it always went with her naughty suggestions—they get rejected and sent straight into the fires of hell for being too sinful.
But, much to her surprise, instead came a slow, hesitant nod. "Yeah, I-I think that would be... nice of us," Nivalis murmured eventually, opening her eyes and looking down at her baby boy, at his messy hair of silver, his pointy ears, those long eyelashes resting against his cheeks, and small lips being all soft. "Alright," she hushed.
That brightened the girl's face like a ray of sun, and she had to bite her lip not to giggle and squeal at her mother for saying yes to her naughty idea. "How do we do it?" she asked in a quiet, excited whisper. Without waiting for her to respond, she went on, "We could kiss him together until he wakes up? And... I know you don't like it, but maybe rub him down there a little while you're doing that? Just... all nice and stuff, you know?" A little nibble of her lip, then, "And if it gets... too much for you, I could take over the kissing part. Like we did that one time, you did the rubbing, and I did the smooching. He really liked that."
An embarrassed blush spread across Nivalis's cheeks at having to discuss things like that with her own daughter, about the ways to please her son. "I don't... that's not a bad idea," she whispered, still looking at the sleeping child beneath her, "...alright, we can do that." And with that, she gently pulled the furs off of the three of them, revealing their naked bodies to the gentle darkness of their hearthbed.
That made goosebumps prickle back onto their pale skins, a mother and daughter's chests rising in a quick breath. "But... no tongues. Keep the kissing chaste, or I'll spank you both," Nivalis added a moment later, her blue eyes looking into the girl's golden ones, sternly. An excited nod was her answer, after which she slid her fingers from his hairless testicles back to his swollen shaft and began moving them up and down it slowly, carefully. With care only a mother could give.
With a small, mischievous smile on her lips, Silvia watched her pale hand doing that for a moment, watched it gently move along the pink hardness of him, sliding the foreskin over the head and then back down. The little mushroom was all dry as it kept peeking out at her from beneath it. Being her mother's little helper and a good girl as she was, the sight of it made her tongue, that slippery little muscle, work inside her mouth and gather all the saliva she could. Until her cheeks bulged a bit.
A moment later, she pushed herself up and leaned over the naughtiness, her messy hair spilling over her narrow shoulders and onto the black furs. Her mother stopped her movements and gave her a questioning look, which Silvia ignored. Instead, she pursed her small lips and let a big, foamy glob of her saliva fall directly onto the tip of her brother's hardness. Just a bit of 'boy-pleasing-lotion', as she called it.
It splattered all over the pink, swollen head, then over her mother's fingers that held him in place. To make sure there was enough for her to work with, the girl gave it another little spit right after, a soft sound of 'pew' coming from her mouth as she did. "Here you go," she whispered with a satisfied hum, settling back down onto the bed and giving her mother a cheeky smile.
A quiet, "...t-thank you, sweetie," came from Nivalis at that, her face a bit unhappy with this kind of help, but not overly so. Ever since that mother-daughter lesson of theirs, where Silvia got to watch her take care of him, the girl kept finding all kinds of excuses to do it, to be involved in the whole thing. Weeks and weeks of it, and excuses slowly turned into just her doing it without asking, like it was the most normal thing in the world. How that happened, Nivalis had no idea.
After shaking her head and taking a deep breath, she resumed her work, her fingers now moving much more smoothly along the boy's hardness, the wet, squelchy sounds of it echoing against the stones. "Alright," she breathed when he was all nice and slippery in her fingers, "let's wake him up." That earned her a little nod from her daughter.
And so they pressed their chests even tighter against the boy—big and squishy on one side and flat and petite on the other—and began with their little plan. Nivalis was the first to kiss him as his head was turned towards her, her full lips pressing softly against his thin ones and smacking against them in a slow, lazy rhythm. Her fingers matched the pace of that, gently stroking his shaft from base to tip, then back down again, so very, very slowly.
That made him scrunch up his face and whine a bit, then turn away from this evil, wet attack on him. Right towards the girl with pretty lips. The moment his features softened, Silvia leaned in and began kissing him in the same slow, lazy way her mother did and in rhythm to the wet, naughty sounds happening below. As if made for each other, the pink of her lips matched his perfectly as they pressed and smacked, and pressed again.
Once more, his face twisted, and he turned his head away from that and back to his mother, all pouty and annoyed. With a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, Nivalis gave him another loving kiss just as soon as he turned to her, which made him whine even more. Both she and Silvia chuckled softly at that, at the cute way he tried to avoid their kisses in his sleep. He looked like a grumpy little baby, and once more turned his head away from the lips kissing him.
With a little hum, Silvia took over once more and smooched his pouty mouth. Again and again, they kept doing that, and he kept twisting his head left and right, all the while his hardness kept throbbing in his mother's hand, getting even hotter. For almost a whole minute, he kept doing that until he finally woke up, one of his eyes cracking open, and murmuring an incredibly annoyed, "Wha...?" That only made the two chuckle more.
"Good morning, my love," Nivalis whispered against his mouth, a gentle peck following each word, "it's time to wake up." As she did, her fingers slowly, incredibly so, slid up to the tip of him and squeezed, until a drop of pre-cum spilled from him, then went back down to the base. His pale thighs trembled a bit on their own at that.
He didn't answer at first, just inhaled deeply through his nose at the incredible feeling he had in his boy bits. Then, his second eye opened as well, and he looked around the dim of their hearthbed, blinking. A very mischievous-looking sister on one side, and a very smiling mother on the other, greeted him. "Good... morning...?" he breathed at them both, a confused look on his face. Then he looked down at what was happening to him, at the long, pale fingers moving up and down him. A quiet, "Oh..." came from him, then a happy hum.
Wrapping her skinny arms around his neck, Silvia looked down at him and murmured a quiet, "Morning, sleepyhead," before pressing her lips back to his. This time, he didn't turn away or scrunched up. He didn't do anything at first, just lay there and let her do the kissing, but after a few more smacks, he began responding, moving his own lips against hers.
With a soft sigh, Nivalis watched them and kept the stroking slow, her breasts squishing nicely against the bony side of him. Not a word about how inappropriate this was left her lips, even though her face showed a bit of discomfort.
When the kiss broke with a gasp from him, there was a silly, happy smile on Aster's face. He looked at the two of them, then down at the hand on him, then back up, a little bit of drool glistening on the corner of his mouth. "What's... what's it for? Wait, am I still dreaming?" he eventually asked, his golden eyes looking at their mother's, the words slurring a bit. "Yeah, I'd better not pee in this dream. We just got a new bed."
Nivalis didn't stop her fingers as she answered, "You're not, honey." An amused chuckle escaped her as she said it, the discomfort vanishing for a moment. "This is... our way of saying thank you for last night. It was very sweet of you to take care of us like that," she said, then leaned closer and, with a little glance at his small lips, gave him a smooch as well. His hardness pulsed against her fingers at that contact, a happy throb that was easy to feel in her palm, and she squeezed him gently in return. "We can stop if you don't like it?" she asked between the smacks.
An incredibly vigorous shake of his head came in response to that. "No, don't," he whispered back, a small, needy thing that made her smile sweetly. She nodded and continued both kissing and stroking him, much to his delight.
For a little while, they just stayed like that, the three of them cuddling and kissing in a warm bed of furs, in the gentle darkness of their small home, with winter just beyond the walls. A little family affair, quiet and intimate. No words were spoken between them, no naughty talk or anything like that, just the sound of their lips smacking against his and the wet, slow sounds of little hardness being stroked.
Nivalis managed two more such kisses before it became too much for her, too naughty, and she gave her daughter a guilty look over the boy's head. It was all it took for Silvia to understand, and in the blink of an eye, she took over the kissing part and let her mother retreat from the boy's mouth to focus only on rubbing him. Aster didn't even seem to notice the change, that it was only his sister kissing him now, not both of them.
Or maybe he did, as his hand slowly moved down her back and towards her small butt. She had a bit of fur covering her, so he managed to do that without being caught. Once his fingers reached the pale cheeks, they just rested there and slowly squeezed the soft flesh, making the girl hum into his mouth a bit.
Not more than twenty seconds later, Aster began to whimper against her humming lips as he neared whatever boys felt if you rub one long enough. Silvia didn't stop smacking his lips until the very end, until he whined a final, needy whine and began to spill his seed in spurts. The warm, familiar smell of it instantly filled their small bed.
Looking to the side, she watched his shaft twitch as he shot rope after rope of his thick, creamy boy milk into the waiting palm of his mother's, her other hand squeezing him and helping him through the whole thing. "That's a good boy," Nivalis murmured at the sight in front of her, at the way her son's testicles drew up with each spurt, "Just like that. Let it all out."
Silvia decided to whisper something similar to him, only she did that against his lips. Just the first thing that came to her mind. "Yeah, that's it. Little brothers are supposed to make lots of milk for their big sisters," she murmured, looking him right in his half-closed eyes as she did, so quietly it was almost just a movement of her lips. That... worked a bit too well, perhaps.
His spurts suddenly began to intensify instead of weakening like they usually did, shaft jumping against the fingers holding him. Again and again, he peed with white into his mother's palm with each painful contraction of his testicles, and each time it was more than the last.
So much so that at some point, there was just no room for more of him in it anymore, and a small river of cum began to spill over onto his trembling tummy. Nivalis tried to catch it with her second hand, but the moment she let go of the base of him to do so, the little thing jumped up and sent a long rope directly onto her naked breast.
Seeing that, Silvia broke the kiss and jolted up from the furs to her knees, a small "Ah!" escaping her lips as she rushed to help. In just one motion, her small hand replaced her mother's, cupped right underneath his tip. And he immediately began to paint it in white, causing the girl to flinch cutely at the feeling of it and how hot it was against her skin.
"Ugh, sweetie..." Nivalis muttered, looking at her daughter's pretty, young hand, and the way the ropes of cum landed on her fingers and began to slide down them, slowly and heavily, "...just hold him instead. I'll do the catching."
With a silent nod, Silvia moved her hand—the clean one—towards the base of him. But just as her fingers were about to curl around the pulsing shaft, her mother made a quiet "Wait, no. Just..." and gently pushed her fingers away, changing her mind. The image of her daughter holding her brother's hardness while he cums was just too much for her to see, so she chose the lesser evil. "I... I've got it. Just... stay still."
And so she did, keeping her cum-covered hand in the same place and watching Nivalis angle the twitching thing down, towards her small palm, before resuming her milking strokes. "M-mom, oh...!" the boy whimpered quietly, his face scrunched up in something between discomfort and overwhelming pleasure.
For three more spurts, he kept leaking into her small palm, each one weaker and weaker until there was nothing left in him but a few final, weak pulses. Then he just lay there in the warmth of the bed, breathing heavily and with his eyes closed, his shaft slowly softening at last. "We should've brought a cup. Or at least a rag," Silvia murmured right after and wrinkled her nose cutely. Nivalis couldn't help but agree as she milked the last few drops of white from him, her fingers all sticky and wet.
Very slowly, the two of them pulled their hands away from the boy's bits and looked at all the mess he had made on them. "Stay here, both of you. I'll bring a cloth to wipe everything," Nivalis eventually whispered, a tired sigh following that. Then one more when she looked down at the boy, at his tummy covered in the same sticky mess. "Keep an eye on him, sweetie. Don't let him roll over, or we'll never get this out of the fur," she hushed, and got an obedient little nod from her daughter.
With a soft groan, she got up on her knees and began to shuffle her way out of the hearthbed, her big, round, pale breasts swaying with her every move, while the silver-haired girl just kept sitting there with her hand raised in the air, all white and sticky and gross. "Boys are so weird," Silvia mumbled in the quiet that followed, wiggling her fingers and watching the strings of cum between them stretch in the most disgusting ways possible. That got a little chuckle out of her, a mischievous thing that she couldn't help.
She kept playing with it for a little while, just doing whatever came to her young head. Pushing her fingers together, then spreading them, and then squishing her thumb through it. A little sniff as well, her nose scrunching up at the weird, musky smell of it, then a soft hum. She even tried making little bubbles with it, blowing softly through the gap between her thumb and index finger, but that didn't work out too well.
Throughout it all, she didn't notice the little boy beside her. His eyes were no longer closed; they were cracked just enough to peek through his long lashes. A silly, sleepy grin on his face as he watched her do all that.
It was only when a particularly long strand of cum stretched all the way from her pinkie to her thumb that Silvia finally caught sight of those golden eyes watching her. Her fingers froze in mid-air, and her face went from curious to incredibly innocent in the blink of an eye. With her lips awkwardly smacking together, she looked away and pretended to be very interested in the stones around them. That only made his smile even sillier.
A little pinch to the thigh, right below his spent bits, and Aster suddenly wasn't so smug anymore. "Ow!" he yelped, his whole body flinching in the furs. Then, an annoyed glare from him, a pouty glare, which she fixed with another nasty pinch to the same place. A yip of pain, then another glare, then another pinch. Two pinches later, and he was the most well-behaved boy in the whole wide world, looking up at her all obedient and sorry with streaks of white on his tummy.
Pointing her cum-covered finger at him, Silvia mouthed down, 'not a word,' at him, her lips barely moving. A little nod came from him at that.
In just a moment, Nivalis returned and saved him from any further sisterly discipline, a dark rag and a bowl of water in her hands. She pushed the heavy curtain aside and climbed back inside, then got onto her knees beside the boy. "There we go," she breathed, putting the bowl down and then wetting the cloth in it. The sound of water trickling down followed as she wrung it in her hands, and after that, she began gently wiping the gooey mess off her children, starting with Aster.
Silvia watched in silence as she did, how her fingers carefully picked up his soft, completely drained little thing and wiped it from base to tip, not a twitch coming from it. His sack followed right after, the thing much smaller now that all the naughtiness was pushed out of it. Each testicle got its own little wipe, and in no time at all, there was not a single drop of her saliva on them.
Then came the tummy, where most of the mess had ended up, a gentle wipe and then a wring, another, and then another wring until nothing remained but a sleepy Aster with a soft penis. "Now you, sweetie," Nivalis said, looking up at the girl with the still very messy hand, a quiet sigh leaving her lips at the sight.
Silvia obediently stretched it out for her to clean, and a moment later, the dark cloth was moving between and over her delicate fingers, scrubbing each and every bit of white from them. She just sat there with nothing but her hair covering her nakedness, her legs folded under her and making her hips look a bit wider than they really were, and her other hand resting in her lap. "Good thing I caught it, or it would've been all over the bed," she murmured, looking up at her mother's eyes and giving her a little smile.
But Nivalis didn't return it and only shook her head. "Silvia, honey. Don't do that ever again," she said in a serious, quiet tone, her blue eyes looking from the little hand she was cleaning to her daughter's golden ones. Then she paused and thought for a second before adding, "I... I appreciate the help, I really do, but..." A little sigh escaped her, "...just don't. I'd rather him make a mess all over the bed than see you two like that, with him... all over your hand. You're not in trouble or anything this once, just..." she didn't finish, just kept looking at her.
That smile on her face fell almost instantly, and a soft, quiet, "Okay..." left her lips. "Sorry, Mom..." Silvia added after, looking down at her small, pale hand and at the dark cloth cleaning it. A little kiss on her forehead was her answer, quick and gentle.
After another minute of that, the two of them were finally done, and Nivalis put the cloth and bowl away. "Alright," she breathed, looking at the lazy boy and then at her daughter, "let's go back to sleep for a bit longer, hm?" Two nods came as an answer, and a moment later, they were all back under the furs and cuddling, naked and sleepy. It was only when Silvia snuggled into her well-milked brother that a little smile returned to her face, from the warmth of him against her.
But just as their eyes began to close and breathing turned to snores, the first roosters crowed faintly in the distance, causing quite a lot of groans from behind the heavy curtain. And the morning truly began.
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