[Silvia]
"How
come you made these so
much
faster than the real one? It only took you, like, five minutes, tops
,
" Aster asked in a whisper, but his
childish
voice still echoed around the dimly lit cave, accompanied by the sounds of dripping water and the soft, rhythmic breathing of their sleeping mother in the little nest behind them.
He stood there
without
a
single scrap
of clothing
covering
his naked
, pale
body, save for the old boots that barely fit him.
Not a single
hair adorned his skin, not on his small chest, nor on his smooth, delicate arms
and
legs, and certainly not on his
little
,
floppy
, limp boyhood, which
wasn't even big enough to hang
between his thighs, and instead just pointed down to the ground at a gentle angle. In one of his
scarred
hands, he held a dagger. Not a real one, no
.
It looked like it at first glance, but the blade was replaced with a smooth, rounded, and slightly curved shaft. "Hmm... and why does this look familiar...?" the boy mumbled to himself, gently squeezing the icy hilt with his fingers. For some reason, he couldn't help but feel like he'd seen something like this before, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it reminded him of. His skinny body shifted from one foot to the other as his gaze focused on the transparent ice.
Sitting next to him on a flat stone, tying her own old boots to her
equally
small feet, Silvia hummed quietly and shrugged her pale shoulders.
For
a brief moment, her golden eyes flicked to his limp
boy
hood, all wrinkled and
cute
between his legs, and a small, playful smirk formed on her lips. Then, as she lifted her gaze to meet his, her face got all serious and innocent. "Well... I didn't have to worry about making sharp edges, I guess? I just needed it to be sturdy enough, that's all," the girl said, the first thing that came to her mind.
There was no way she would admit that she had plenty of practice with the shaft part, thanks to their mother's needs. In fact, it took her longer than usual because "the blade" was much bigger than the thing that Mom was used to.
That secret
was for her and Mom only,
a mother-da
ughter
kind
of
thing
. Not for boys.
Aster nodded his head, slowly at first. "Makes sense, I think..." he mumbled, tilting the dagger left and right, scratching the back of his messy, silver hair. The dull, icy tip of the weapon moved along with his hand, reflecting the pale blue light of the crystals above their heads.
Cute
rib
bons adorned the front of Silvia's boots as she stood up from the stone,
red marks gracing her pale behind where the rock had dug into her flesh
. She took a moment
to
brush
off the dirt and bits of pebbles from her soft cheeks, then picked up her dagger from the ground. It looked exactly the same as the one Aster had, with a long, rounded, and curved icy shaft
and
a smooth,
comfortable
hilt
.
The weapon felt cold in her small, delicate hand as she gripped it, a chill running up her arm
, something she learned
to ignore
long
ago.
Noticing his confused expression, the girl let out a quiet sigh, her small chest rising and falling in a quick, nervous breath. Before he had the chance to figure things out, Silvia decided to distract him with the very thing he had asked for. A bit of sparring to warm up after so much time spent in th
at stuff
y
, dark hide
out, doing nothing. Just a bit of practice. It was supposed to be fun. "Well, are we doing this, or do you just want to keep staring at it all day?" she asked, stepping closer to him
with a little hop
, a tiny splash echoing through the cave as her old boots landed in a dark puddle. "It won't help you win anyway," she added with a playful smirk.
Aster looked at her for a moment before a
goofy,
silly grin spread across his
youthful
face, and he gave her a quick nod. "Sorry... yeah, let's do this," he breathed, bouncing up and down on his feet, warming up and shaking his arms and hands to get rid of the last traces of stiffness and coldness
.
His boots splashed in the puddles
as he did
, sending little droplets of freezing water everywhere
, causing the girl
to
sque
ak quietly and jump away from the splashes. "So... are there any rules we should
agree
on? Apart from being quiet and not waking up Mom, obviously," he mumbled, gesturing at the bed with a tilt of his head.
Silvia hummed quietly, keeping her eyes focused on the ground as she raised one slender, pale leg, starting with gentle ankle rotations to get her body ready. Goosebumps covered her fair skin, and her nipples grew hard and pointy, her small chest rising and falling with every quick breath as her heart started to beat faster with excitement. "Well, let's just keep it simple. Whoever manages to poke the other gets a point, and the first one to reach ten wins. No biting and tickling, and..." Silvia hesitated, tapping her chin with a finger in a thoughtful gesture. "Whoever wins gets a massage later tonight from the other," she said,
giving
him a wide, mischievous grin.
Aster chuckled at the sight of his sister, noticing the slight pink hue that rose to her cheeks as she did her warming and stretches, the bones and joints of her skinny
, malnourished
body cracking and popping with every move.
"Only ten?"
he asked,
stretching
out his arms and legs, and then his back, the same popping and cracking sounds coming from his joints.
With
a little shrug and a nod, Silvia
replied
, "Well,
we can continue
for longer
if we
both
feel
like it, I guess?" and then added, "
But I doubt
you'll want to keep going after losing so many times," the girl giggled quietly, her voice dripping with playful confidence as she watched her brother's funny, clumsy stretches. "Ready when you are," she whispered, taking a few
more small
steps
away
from him, her little feet leaving wet boot prints on the
cold
stone.
"
Uh
-huh
.
Alright, bring it on," the boy breathed, rolling his shoulders and neck, his messy, long hair swaying around his chest.
He
stood with his knees slightly bent and his feet shoulder-width apart,
holding
his dagger firmly in his hand.
Well, as much as his
weak
fingers allowed
, at least.
H
is flaccid boyhood
didn't
sway
much
between his legs in that moment, being too small and
shr
iveled from the cold, only jiggling and wobbling gently whenever he shifted his hips and thighs
.
"I'll be looking forward to my reward tonight," he added
,
his voice barely above a whisper, just a bit louder than the sounds of water dripping around them.
Not wanting to wait even a second more, Silvia lunged at him,
lowering
herself
slightly
as she did, swinging her dagger at his chest
,
her golden eyes focused on her target, the beating of her heart loud in her ears. A cute yelp of surprise escaped Aster's throat as he jumped back
with
his arms flailing around,
narrowly
avoiding
the
icy blade of her weapon.
It flew
right past his
skinny
, hairless chest,
the
cold tip of it almost grazing his skin
.
Without a second of hesitation, the boy retaliated immediately
.
He tried to strike her side with a swift, clumsy swing, but the girl was quick to sidestep it.
The whole thing lasted barely
a couple of
heartbeats
, and they ended up right where they started, facing each other in that small, open area in the middle of their cave, underneath the glowing, icy ceiling. "Oof... that was close," she huffed quietly,
the
icy hilt of her dagger feeling cold and uncomfortable in her
small
hand as she adjusted her grip on it, her golden eyes watching him closely, waiting for his next move.
"Yeah," Aster
simply
muttered,
his gaze focused on her dagger, not letting
it
out of sight for even a single moment.
Slowly, they began to circle each other,
spl
ashing in the puddles
with
every little step. Their
breathing echoed faint
ly around them as their gazes locked onto one another.
For a while, neither dared to move, waiting for the other to do something silly. A whole minute must have passed by, maybe two, without anything happening, just a few feints here and there, making the other flinch.
Then, with a
single, quiet breath
, Silvia lunged at her brother once more.
The only
thing,
though
, was that Aster had the same bright idea, much to her surprise. In the blink of an eye, they both jumped at each other, swinging their daggers in clumsy arcs, and, in a heartbeat, they hit each other's sides at the same time,
and did
it pretty hard, too.
Silvia, only by some miracle, managed to m
uffle her pained
y
elp, keeping her lips tightly shut as she jumped back and looked at her side
where
the dull, icy hilt of Aster's weapon hit her.
Her hand rubbed at the sore spot as she squinted at her brother
, about
to scold him, but she stopped when she noticed that he was doing the exact same thing, rubbing his bony ribs
; his face was just as pained and miserable as hers
.
After a
few seconds,
the
pain started to fade away slowly, and Silvia let out a long, quiet groan before adding, "Ouch... dang it, why does it hurt so much
?"
She
shifted
her weight from one foot to the other, unable to stand still, trying to soothe the ache in her side.
Aster let out a quiet, pained groan
of his own
and nodded in agreement
.
"Let's try not to hit each other so hard. We
... ughh
... we might break our ribs like this," he suggested, earning himself a quiet hum from the girl.
"Oh, and I guess we can each take a point, right? Although... in a real fight, we'd both be dead. So maybe, neither
?" he added,
letting
go of his side, and after a bit of thinking, Silvia did the same, nodding her head in agreement.
With a little shrug of her pale shoulders, Silvia
mumbled
, "Yeah. No points, let's just continue," and then tucked a few silver strands of her hair behind her pointed ear. She took a deep breath and stretched out her hand with the dagger, adjusting her grip on the cold hilt
once more
. "Ready?"
"
Mhm
," the boy
hummed
, rolling his shoulders. They resumed circling each other, their
naked, prepubes
cent bodies
growing
tense under the pale, blue glow of the crystals above, their golden eyes locked onto one another, not daring to blink even
once
. This time, Aster was the first one to attack, and while Silvia managed to sidestep his clumsy thrust at the last second, she failed to react fast enough to stop his second, much quicker swing that struck her
soft t
ummy,
hitting
her just below her belly button, making her gasp quietly.
There was barely any
strength behind that hit
; the only thing that hurt was
her
pride
.
"This is kinda fun. One-zero," Aster quietly chuckled, stepping back to get away from her retaliatory swing
that came
a
split
-second later. His messy, silver hair flopped over his skinny chest as he leaned back,
just
barely avoiding the dull blade of her dagger as it flew past his face
, his
golden eyes widening at how close it had been to hitting him.
Rubbing her tummy
in
slow, gentle circles, Silvia couldn't help but mock him a little by repeating his words in a quiet, silly voice. "This is kinda fun, my butt," the girl huffed, suddenly jumping at him with a muted battle cry,
putting
all
the
strength and speed
her
small
frame
could muster into that one swing of her weapon. The icy dagger swung through the air and
left
a trail of
wetness on
the tender, delicate flesh of the boy's inner thigh,
just
above the knee
.
He winced at that, not from pain, but because it felt right
to do so
,
adding a bit
of
drama
to the whole thing. He retaliated immediately, trying to hit her wrist with the rounded, dull tip of his dagger, but she was already out of reach, taking a few steps back with a smug grin on her face. "One-one. What
about
now, mhm? Still fun?
Hmmm
?
!
" she whispered, sticking her
pink
tongue at him, making an immature,
silly
fart sound with her mouth that echoed around the cave.
Aster couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable she looked when she got all angry
and
competitive like that, the way she puffed out her cheeks, furrowed her brows, and scrunched up her little nose ever so cutely.
Just
perfect
,
in his eyes. "I thought we agreed on no tickling? That little hit of yours definitely felt like it," he said, sticking his equally small tongue at her, and then immediately lunged at the girl again,
hoping
to catch her off-guard.
And
catch her off-guard, he did.
Just as she was about to say something even meaner, he jumped, and all that came out of her mouth was a cute yelp of surprise as she stumbled away from his swing
. Not far enough, though. Seeing the dull blade of the icy dagger draw dangerously close, Silvia reacted
purely
on instinct and grabbed his wrist with both of her hands, stopping the
icy dagger
mid-thrust, just a hair's breadth away from her soft tummy. "Not hap... ugh... happening," she groaned, struggling to keep his arm from moving, their faces growing red from the strain. "I won't... ugh... let you, dummy..."
Aster kept twisting his hand in her grip, trying to reach her wrist with the dull tip of the icy dagger. However, the girl adjusted her grip on his arm each time that happened, moving away from the dagger's reach. She tried to do the same—poke his arm and get a point—but in her efforts, she nearly let the dagger slip from her fingers due to all the wriggling happening around. As a result, she had no choice but to awkwardly press the dagger against her chest with her forearm to pin it in place. Lo
sing
it would
make her chances
of winning even worse, and she didn't like that
one
bit
.
Weird stalemate
, that was.
The two half-elven children wrestled in the dark
, dimly lit cave, their naked
bodies
of the same pale hue
tensing up under the effort, brows furrowed, and eyes squinting. Their
thin
arms shook from the strain, feet slowly sliding across the wet stone as they tried to find a better position to push or pull.
Then, Silvia did the only thing she could think of in that situation. With a quiet, barely audible grunt, she quickly rotated herself in place so that she was facing away from her brother, making the boy spin around her clumsily. When his chest pressed against her back and she was sure that she had a good grip on his wrist, the girl started pushing him
away with that little butt
of hers, all while still holding onto him tightly.
She hoped it
would
make
him drop
the
icy dagger. Again and again, her soft buttcheeks slammed into his
hariless
pelvis, making the boy wince every time it happened. "Just... drop it...
a
lready!" she huffed quietly,
additionally
hitting his hand with her knee to make him let
that stupid fake
knife go.
But Aster was stubborn,
not wanting to lose
that
precious point
.
He didn't drop the weapon; instead, he wrapped his free arm around the girl's waist, pressing himself
against her
back as
tightly as his skinny body allowed,
no matter how much his testicles
and floppy, small boyhood hurt from all the hitting
she did.
His chin rested on her shoulder as he kept trying to hit
any part of her with his dull blade
,
feeling
her heart racing in her
small
chest,
getting even louder
than the
rag
ged, hot breaths she took
, clouding the cold air around them
.
"Not... happening," the boy grunted quietly in her ear between her relentless slams of her butt against his hips. With every single hit, his tiny, limp testicles and shaft got squashed
flat
against her soft, round ass, making him wince and shudder quietly in pain, his little balls throbbing gently. "Ouch... hey, that's... ouch..."
he
eventually muttered
as
the hits grew stronger, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hearing his pained groans, Silvia smirked and looked over her shoulder, their flushed faces just a breath away from one another. "Hm? That's what? You'll give up and let me win this one?" she
breathed out
, the words coming out in quick gasps between her slams, her buttcheeks turning slightly red from all the hits, yet she didn't stop.
On
the contrary,
seeing
that it worked so well, the girl increased the frequency and power of her strikes, hitting him even harder, not allowing him a moment of respite. "Give up. Give. Up," she whispered, the icy blade almost grazing the softness of her tummy a couple of times, but
each time she found more
strength to push it away, not wanting to let him have
that sweet, sweet point. Her big-s
ister
instincts
kicked in, not allowing her to be bested by the little brat.
"Nope... not a chance..." Aster mumbled between her relentless slams, gritting his teeth as he endured the torture of her soft, bouncy ass hitting him. If it wasn't that bad at first, after a minute or two, it started to really hurt; his small, tender boy bits simply were not built for such treatment, reddening and aching from the constant hitting.
Seeing no other choice, he took a deep breath and
opened his fingers, letting the dagger fall onto the stone with a quiet thud
. The moment that happened, Silvia immediately released his wrist and began moving her dagger into his side, a smug, satisfied smirk spreading across her lips
.
But before she could do so, the boy, in just a heartbeat, wrapped his arms around her hands and locked them against her own chest, leaving her helpless. "Gotcha," he whispered,
pressing
his naked, skinny body
even
tighter against her,
bury
ing his face into her messy silver hair, his nose getting tickled by the stray strands of her shiny locks. His chest rose and fell in a fast rhythm, trying to catch his breath, and his heart beat like crazy, pounding against the girl's back.
Struggling in his embrace, Silvia shook and wriggled, but couldn't free her arms no matter what she tried. "You dropped your weapon, you dummy... You can't win now," she huffed in his arms, resuming her squishing against his pelvis, slamming her soft, bouncy ass into him with all the force she could muster
, but to no avail
.
He pressed himself so tightly against her that her little butt didn't have any room left to move, and her efforts were now more like cute, desperate rubs and wriggles.
"You can't either," Aster breathed heavily into her neck, the girl's hair sticking to his flushed face as he kept the girl in his tight grip. For a while, they remained like that, standing naked,
with
their pale, skinny bodies pressed tightly together, and their chests rising and falling as one. His hairless boyhood stayed trapped against her soft, small ass, the little, tender testicles and fl
accid
shaft taking the
soft
hits and rubbing against her warm, smooth skin. "Let's call it a draw," he murmured after a long pause.
A grunt of disapproval was Silvia's only response. She continued her desperate wiggling in his arms, trying to poke him with her dagger, their old
, worn
-out leather boots splashing around in the puddle as the girl shuffled in place, attempting to free herself, but nothing seemed to work.
Then, she suddenly paused. A quiet, surprised "oh..." escaped her lips when she felt something soft and warm start growing against her
tender
,
pale
butt, gently pushing itself in between her
smooth butt
cheeks.
Twitches and throbs of life ran through Aster's limp boyhood, slowly hardening and stiffening up, forcing the tip deeper into the softness of the girl's behind. A quiet, barely audible moan slipped out of his
lips as he felt the warmth of her
fair
skin surrounding his sensitive, needy shaft
,
his pink
tip slowly poking its way deeper and deeper between her soft cheeks
until
it was
stopped by
her puckered, tight hole.
A cute sque
ak of surprise escaped her mouth as she felt that. She
lifted herself a little on her tiptoes
, clenching her butt tightly to stop it from entering her,
b
ut
that only
made
things
worse.
Because
she
did that, Aster's stiff, throbbing shaft slipped from her buttcheeks and slid right in between her thighs, the pink tip of
it
gently kissing
her soft, delicate folds
.
Her whole body trembled, her knees buckling at the sudden, unexpected touch
, eyes going wide with panic. Trying to
revert the situation to how it was, Silvia lowered herself down
, and
that
turned
out to be an even bigger mistake,
as
the movement caused his stiff, warm shaft to rub along the length of her slit, parting it slightly with the pink tip.
The feeling of its warmth, its shape, and the way its veins pulsed against her soft flesh made her shift her hips uncomfort
ably,
which only helped
his
erection
nestle snugly between her equally pink, puffy folds.
H
is hot, throbbing length pressed
firmly
against her most sensitive spot,
her slick fluids coating the boy's needy cock in her juices, making it shiny and wet.
T
he gentle curve of it match
ed
perfectly
the shape of her folds, her little nub pressing right into his
puls
ing
tip, as
if they were made to fit together just like that.
"Sorry... ugh, sorry," the boy
breathed
softly in her ear, loosening his arms around her.
"I
-I
... let's just take a break, I think? I feel a bit winded," he
lied
, mumbling quietly
, his shaft
thudding
in between her soft folds
intact
with his racing heart.
Biting her lip at the feeling of his growing, warm hardness, she nodded her head. "I think so, too... yeah," she whispered, her legs trembling as she gently pulled herself away from his embrace
,
feeling his stiff, warm shaft
slowly slide
out from
between
her
wet
folds, the tip of it rubbing
along
the soft, puffy slit all the way
and
past her
tight opening
.
The boy's member sprang free, bobbing in front of him for a moment
, and when she turned around to face him, she couldn't help but notice
how much it glist
ened in the faint blue light of the crystals above them, all because of her.
It took her a moment to find her
voice
, clearing
her throat quietly. "I guess you won? You poked me
good
... with it," she giggled softly, looking down at his crotch with a shy, curious gaze, the pink tip of his erection shining in the pale light of the cave, a small dollop of precum forming at the slit.
Following her eyes, Aster looked at his
shaft
, a deep blush covering his entire face. "Yeah, well... I'm not sure if that counts," he mumbled, unsure what to do with his hands
. Fidget
ing awkwardly, he
ended
up just
holding
them
behind
his back
, letting
her
stare
at his
stiff
,
leaking
erection as much as she wanted. "I... uh... sorry
.
I
didn't mean to, I swear," he whispered, averting his golden eyes, looking anywhere but at her.
Silvia smiled at him and shook her head softly, letting out a long, embarrassed sigh. "It's okay... I mean,
it happens
?
It's
how boys are, and... uhm... I
'm just glad
Mom didn't see that
,"
she mumbled, her golden gaze shifting from his stiff, glistening shaft to his flustered face.
"I can't even
imagine
the
spanking
she would give both of us
. Yikes,
" she added,
trying
to fill the awkward silence, the girl's face getting redder by the second.
The boy could only
nod in response, standing there quietly, his heart thumping wildly in his chest, blood rushing through his veins
,
and keeping his shaft nice and hard for her to see. "Can we keep going? Not with the rubbing, I mean... the sparring
.
The, uh... the massage is still up for grabs,
"
Sil
via
eventually spoke
up, her voice barely above a whisper
. "Not
the kind
M
om would give, though. A normal one," she quickly
clarified
, hoping he wouldn't get the wrong idea.
Clearing his throat quietly, Aster nodded and reached down to pick up his icy dagger from the stone floor. "Sure, yeah. But let's add a new rule to call it a tie if we end up in that... weird hug again
.
We need to learn how to dodge and attack properly, not whatever the heck we did just now," he suggested, taking a step back, his shaft swaying between his legs with every move of his hips, his thin foreskin
stretching painfully as he did so; it always did when he was this
hard.
"Ready?" he asked after a long pause.
Just as she was about to nod, her golden eyes for some reason wandered up to the tousled, silver hair on his head
, still
in need of a good morning brush from either her or Mom. She didn't know why, but when she blinked again, her attention was glued to it. Something was simply not right, a feeling that she couldn't quite put her finger on, and the longer she watched his hair, the stronger that feeling grew.
A soft frown graced her youthful face as she tried to figure out what had changed, then her brows slowly lifted as the realization began to dawn on her. It was something she should have noticed long ago, during winter, but refused to admit to herself until this very moment... He had grown taller than her.
Not by much, but for someone as small as she was, who hadn't grown at all since turning ten and gaining her affinity, it was quite significant.
Tears welled in the depths of her golden eyes, threatening to spill onto her pale cheeks, but she blinked them away,
forcing a small, awkward smile on her face. "Mhm. Let's keep going," she mumbled,
raising
her icy weapon
.
Dull pain throbbed in her chest, a pain that was completely unrelated to their little
spar
, a pain that came from a deep sadness that threatened to burst out of her. Aster had gotten taller.