Everlasting dream (18+)

Chapter 78 — Sleepless boy

[Aster]

The thick canopy overhead blocked most of the sunlight, barely enough to see twenty steps ahead. Countless ancient trees stood tall and mighty around them, too large for daylight to penetrate their branches and leaves and reveal what time of day it was — or even if they were walking in the right direction. Was it morning or late afternoon? It was hard to tell without a clear view of the sky. And the forest looked the same no matter where Aster glanced.

It had been three long days since their family entered this godforsaken place, the most terrifying one the boy had ever experienced. The eerie silence, the fear, the dark, the cold... Everything about it was horrible. But at least no beasts appeared to eat them, not yet, likely thanks to their cautious approach of traveling through these woods.

Every time a twig snapped or a leaf rustled too loudly in the distance, they quickly hid among the roots of a nearby tree, barely daring to breathe, and simply waited for the danger to pass. And waited. And waited some more. Until a new day came, and they were sure it was safe enough to continue. Was it overly cautious? Perhaps. But considering where they were and what might be lurking around, it was better to be safe than sorry. They had enough food to last a few weeks, so they could afford to spend extra time hiding.

The silver-haired family walked for an hour on the second day before they had to hide among the ancient roots again. Today seemed to be much better, however, as they had already been walking for around three hours without incident. 'Maybe we are closer to the edge of the forest?' Aster hoped, glancing around at the dark woods that looked the same in every direction. Still, he clung to that tiny spark of hope.

At least the girls had plenty of time to sleep at such a slow pace of travel, but the same couldn't be said for Aster. The poor boy hadn't been able to catch a single wink of sleep for the past three days due to one tiny problem — his member in his pants.

His hairless, small penis never went soft unless it was being taken care of by his mother like they usually did during the nights. But considering how uncomfortably tight their sleeping places were and how close Silvia slept, there was no chance it would happen anytime soon. 'Maybe I can use her butt instead, like back then?' Aster thought, feeling guilty about the idea even crossing his mind. 'No, no... I can't do that. It's wrong. It's so wrong!' he scolded himself internally, but the pain in his groin cared little about that.

His golden eyes glanced at Silvia walking beside him. The lack of sleep was taking its toll on his young body, making it hard for him to stay focused. He felt exhausted beyond words, wanting a warm bed to rest on. But the sad thing was that even if he had one, he still couldn't sleep. 'Just a few more days, and we should be out of here, right?' Aster thought desperately, a yawn escaping his mouth as he rubbed his tired eyes, struggling to keep them open.

A sudden realization hit him like a bucket of cold water. 'Wait... what if we are stuck here for weeks?' the thought made his heart skip a beat in anxiety. 'Damn it... I need to think of something today. It can't continue like this. I have to be focused to protect us,' Aster decided, shaking his head slightly.

A loud crack of a branch snapping echoed around them, making everyone freeze in place. Nivalis and Silvia quickly crouched down, crawling towards the nearby tree roots for cover. But Aster took a second longer to process what was happening before following suit, squeezing into the tight space beside his sister, his mind still foggy from exhaustion. 'Looks like we are stopping here for tonight...'

They lay motionless, listening to their rapid heartbeats pounding loudly in their ears over the eerie silence of the forest. The boy wrapped his arms around Silvia's petite chest, trying to warm her up as she shivered nonstop against him from the cold ground and chilly air. It was his responsibility to take care of her, of his big sister, and so he did despite how exhausted he felt.

After an hour or so, when it was clear that nothing dangerous lurked near their tree, Aster quietly began undressing his sister in the darkness, helping her trembling hands remove her clothing and lay it on the cold ground beneath them for warmth. They did it as silently as possible, not wanting to make even the slightest rustle that could attract something lurking nearby in the darkness. As a result, it took almost half an hour for them to get settled and wrapped up warmly.

When they were finally done, all three felt much safer and more at ease despite how cold and dark it was between the roots. Aster could feel his mother's gentle hand massaging his shoulder and back in the darkness, and even though he couldn't see her face, he knew that tiny, reassuring smile would be on her beautiful face right now. The boy felt a weak, tired smile tug at his pink lips as he rested his head against the trembling shoulder of his sister, too exhausted to keep his eyes open any longer and too horny actually to fall asleep.

Aster snuggled tighter against his sister's skinny body, sharing his warmth with her. His chest pressed firmly against her back as his hips pushed into the soft flesh of her round butt. The boy's thingy, as she called it, throbbed hard and needily against her soft behind as usual, but they both pretended it wasn't even there.

For the first time in many hours, Aster whispered. Gently so, right next to her sensitive, pointy ear. "Are you okay?" his voice barely audible over their pounding hearts.

"Y-yeah... thanks," Silvia replied, still shivering from the cold despite being wrapped in blankets and hugged from both sides. Her teeth clattered uncontrollably against each other as she felt her brother's thing poking insistently at her buttcheeks. "C-can we do our m-thing? I'm freezing right now," she asked after a brief silence, her voice shaky.

— "Of course," Aster replied, keeping his voice low enough that even their mother probably couldn't hear it. "Let me gather more mana. I still have some left from when we walked, but a bit more wouldn't hurt," he added, closing his golden eyes to focus.

"I love you, Asty. Thank you," Silvia whispered, pressing her hips tighter against him, feeling his throbbing member poking into her round, underdeveloped buttcheeks. Since that night, siblings acted as if it wasn't even there, pretending his thing didn't exist. She never mentioned it or tried to touch it again. Aster also stopped tucking it away between his thighs like before; he simply let it rest free against her, letting it throb in her softness.

And truthfully, Silvia didn't know why, but feeling him like this gave her a strange sense of comfort and security; it felt like her little brother was hugging her extra close, keeping her safe with that little poking thing of his.

— "I love you too," Aster mumbled, feeling his face grow warmer from feeling her down there. 'I need to focus,' he reminded himself, igniting mana inside his chest. He breathed heavily as he gathered more, letting it burn painfully in his lungs until he felt like coughing before starting to push it into her.

The process was slower and more painful than when she did it to him, simply because her mana was stronger due to the age difference. Eventually, Aster broke through the icy barrier of Silvia's mana, causing her to sigh happily as the warm tingling spread throughout her petite body, slowly thawing her always-freezing muscles and bones. Nothing could compare to this incredible connection of their mana; it felt like her little brother was inside every part of her, hugging her from within.

A soft moan escaped her pink, delicate lips as she enjoyed the intense pleasure of her little brother's warmth filling her up, caressing away the cold that had seeped into her bones and muscles for hours. Silvia couldn't help but press her hips back harder against him, trying to get closer even though they were already as physically possible.

Aster didn't say anything, only panted heavily into her ear as he poured all his mana into her trembling body, feeling how she writhed in his arms. Her soft, round butt kept pressing and rubbing against his throbbing penis, but he tried to ignore it, focusing solely on giving her warmth. He loved seeing her enjoy his mana and how it made her feel good.

When Aster finished pouring all his mana into her, a tired girl eventually asked, "Want me to help you too?" her whisper mixed with soft panting.

— "N-no," Aster replied, shaking his head. "I'm alright. Besides, it will be warmer for you during the night."

"It will hurt, though? How will you sleep?" Silvia asked, her voice showed concern.

'I wish I knew. I have no idea,' Aster thought with a deep sigh. "I barely feel it, don't worry. You'll help me after we wake up, alright?" he answered, gently kissing her bare shoulder.

Albeit worried, Silvia nodded and pecked his cheek in return. "Alright. Have a good night, Asty."

"You too," Aster mumbled back, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist and feeling the softness of her tummy against his palms as she snuggled into him one more time.

...

Another hour passed, but Aster still couldn't fall asleep, his erect penis twitching insistently against Silvia's soft buttcheeks, making the boy's mind replay that incident from the river over and over again. Or how she held it with her hand briefly, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and even felt his ballsack.

Despite his tiredness, Aster's golden eyes fluttered open every time his little thing twitched. He wanted to rub it a little against her soft butt but knew he shouldn't. 'No... I promised I would never do that again. It's wrong,' Aster kept telling himself, even as tears gathered in the corners of his eyes from exhaustion and need.

'I just want to sleep...' he thought desperately, wanting a break, a pause, anything to relieve this aching hardness. This couldn't go on any longer. 'Maybe try with my hand?' Aster wondered, hesitantly reaching for his throbbing shaft that was pressed against Silvia's pale cheeks, pushing his hips slightly away to give himself room.

The boy wrapped his delicate fingers around the small, hairless member and started moving his hand up and down its length. The sensitive tip aimed at her soft buttcheeks as he stroked himself, almost brushing her with it.

Unfortunately, Aster felt barely any pleasure, only the usual pain he felt back then when he tried it in front of his mother. His foreskin slid back and forth his small shaft, and despite how gentle he tried to be, the skin still stretched uncomfortably, aching as if it was going to tear apart at any moment.

'Doesn't work. Ugh...' Aster groaned, his breathing quickening as his hand moved faster, trying to achieve the release. Due to the tight space, his tip sometimes accidentally touched his sister's behind, and every time it happened, he internally cursed and moved his hips further away. Or at least tried to.

After twenty minutes of struggling in vain, the exhausted boy finally gave up with a long, defeated sigh. Tears of frustration began to roll down his flushed cheeks as he pressed his forehead against Silvia's tiny shoulder, feeling utterly hopeless. 'It's no use. I can't do it alone,' Aster thought miserably, releasing his grip on his member.

Just then, Nivalis softly whispered into his ear, surprising the boy. "Is something wrong, honey?" her voice was gentle and quiet, a bit hoarse from sleep.

— "Um... yeah," Aster whispered back, taking his mother's hand by the wrist and guiding it to his aching shaft. He felt her delicate fingers brush briefly against it before they quickly moved away as if afraid of touching it. The boy didn't say anything, nor did she. They lay in awkward silence, not daring to utter a single word.

"We can't do it here, sweetie," Nivalis eventually whispered apologetically, breaking the tense silence.

— "I know... That's why I didn't say anything about it until now," Aster sighed quietly, his voice shaking slightly from exhaustion and frustration. "It's just... I-I can't fall asleep ever since we entered this forest because of how badly it hurts," he admitted quietly into his mother's ear, not wanting to wake his sister.

"Have you tried doing it yourself?" Nivalis whispered gently, feeling Aster's warm tears against her fingertips as she stroked his soft cheek.

— "Yes, but it doesn't work. It doesn't feel good," the boy mumbled, pressing his face into his mother's palm, not elaborating further.

A tired sigh escaped her lips. Deep in thought, Nivalis remained silent for the next few minutes, troubled by her son's words. Of course, she wanted to help her son, but how she could do it mattered just as much, if not more. The last time she "massaged" him down there was nerve-wracking, to say the absolute least. Back then, she cried her eyes dry, regretting what she did and fearing Aster would hate her forever.

But a lot has changed since then. For months now, Aster often woke her up in the middle of the night to help him get rid of his erections. She didn't participate much, just lying there and letting him hump against her navel until he calmed down.

However, if, at first, she needed to do it once a week or so, the frequency increased over time to the point where they did the same thing almost every single night until now. It became just another routine for Nivalis, merely taking care of her son's needs without much thought, nothing more.

She should have thought of some solution when they planned this whole thing; after all, Aster's magic depends on how calm it is inside his pants, despite how weird it sounds. What if something attacked them, and he couldn't use his fire magic? Stress and lack of sleep won't do anything good to help them survive.

Still, Nivalis didn't feel comfortable touching her son's boyhood again, but what choice did she have? The space between these roots was too tight to do their usual routine, not to mention that Silvia was right here. That alone complicated everything even more.

Reluctantly and very slowly, Nivalis's hand moved from Aster's cheek, sliding against his neck and collarbones. Then lower, her fingers brushed his flat chest and soft belly and finally rested on his hairless groin just above his little member. Her index and thumb took hold of his throbbing penis, as it was too small for the entire hand to wrap around, feeling it twitch between them.

"Just try to keep your voice down, honey," Nivalis whispered, starting to move her hand up and down his tiny, delicate shaft, sensing his foreskin sliding against it as her fingers moved. Aster held his breath, golden eyes fluttering as he felt his mother's gentle strokes along his sensitive length. He tried to give her more room by pressing his hips back away from his sister, not wanting to wake her. The boy released a shaky sigh of relief as the pleasure washed his small body.

"Honey, please never tell anyone we did this, alright?" Nivalis whispered against his ear, her soft lips brushing it. Feeling her son's shaft throb needily in her grip and how hard it was despite its size, she continued stroking him slowly, adding, "We will be in a lot of trouble if you do."

— "Y-yeah, of course," Aster whispered back, enjoying her warm lips against his ear. She breathed heavily as she worked his shaft, and it sent shivers down his spine and caused goosebumps to appear across his pale skin.

A quiet moan escaped Aster's lips when his mother's thumb pressed against his tip, slowly moving in circles, slowly but surely getting under his tight foreskin to rub that sensitive little mushroom. But the digit was too big for that small space, causing his skin to stretch around her thumb as she continued.

At some point, it became slippery, much to Aster's surprise; he felt it make her glide more easily over his delicate tip. "What is that?" the boy asked, his breathing getting heavier.

"Pre-cum," Nivalis replied, feeling the slick liquid coat her thumb as she kept rubbing his little nub. "I guess you are growing..." she whispered, trailing off.

— "Wh-what is that?" Aster asked again, trying to see her face in this darkness but failing since it was too dark. "It's normal, right?"

"Mhm, it is... It's just a liquid that makes your thingy slippery so you can push it into... you know, the woman parts I showed you once," Nivalis answered, keeping the same rhythm. "Well, not into mine, of course. You have to find yourself a wife for that..." she added quickly, her voice slightly panicky.

— "O-oh..." Aster hummed as the image of his mother's tight hole contracting around her finger appeared in his mind, a memory he would never, ever forget. A happy, a bit even stupid smile spread across his young face at the thought, and he turned his head to kiss her soft lips gently. He simply felt... grateful. And maybe he just wanted to taste her while she stroked him. But mostly grateful.

A long sigh escaped Nivalis' nostrils before she pulled away her mouth, whispering, "Honey, please. I love you, but no kisses when we do this."

— "I-I'm sorry, Mom," Aster whispered, turning his head away immediately as a deep blush spread across his cheeks. 'Why did I do that?' he wondered, biting his lower lip.

Nivalis didn't reply, focused solely on her movements. Her slick fingers slid up and down his tiny shaft much more easily now that her fingers were coated in the boy's natural lubricant. She felt every bump and vein of his shaft, its heat, how it throbbed and pulsed wildly in her grip.

The wet sounds of her stroking her son echoed lewdly between the roots, making the mother worry that something might hear them or that it might wake up Silvia, so she decided to slow down, trying to reduce the noise.

Nivalis hesitantly moved her wet fingers down to her son's tiny, delicate ballsack, feeling how incredibly soft and vulnerable they were, not a single hair on them. She was beyond careful when she gently rolled the testicles in her palm, massaging them with utmost care, hoping it would help Aster finish soon.

Aster shivered and gasped sharply; his body writhed as his mother played with his balls, making his heart pound rapidly against his ribcage, so strong that it echoed in his ears. Aster forgot how incredible her hand felt. He decided to try his luck again and kiss his mother on the lips, but Nivalis moved her head away, refusing him again, much to his disappointment—this time without a single word.

When her fingers returned to his small shaft, it didn't take long for Aster to feel his orgasm approaching, his mother's two fingers doing wonders with his penis. He bucked his hips up, pushing himself harder into her grip as his breathing grew labored and erratic. "Mom, I'm close," the boy moaned quietly.

"It's okay, honey. Just let it out," Nivalis whispered reassuringly against his ear, her soft lips moving against it. The moment she whispered those words, Aster's body began convulsing slightly as an intense pleasure overtook him completely. She felt how his little balls contracted desperately, trying to push something out but failing miserably since his little sack didn't have anything in there yet.

"Good boy," Nivalis cooed softly, feeling her son's shaft twitch and throb wildly against her fingers as she made tiny milking motions with her hand to intensify his orgasm. "Just like that," she added, listening to him pant heavily.

Aster's toes curled as waves of intense pleasure crashed over him. He did his best not to move too much, afraid it would wake Silvia, who was just beside him. His golden eyes fluttered shut as a long, satisfied sigh escaped his parted lips, enjoying the amazing sensation of being milked by his mother's delicate hand.

He loved this sensation, loved everything about it. He loved her and how much she cared about him, even ready to do intimate things to help her son. 'Oh... this was so good,' Aster thought dizzily as the orgasm slowly ebbed down.

Nivalis kept stroking his little shaft for another minute to make sure he finished completely before removing her hand. A gentle whisper reached the boy's ears, sounding distant... "All done," she said softly, realizing Aster was already fast asleep, breathing deeply and quietly. Her hand was still coated in his slippery liquid as she gently patted his naked hip.

Nivalis smiled tenderly and leaned closer, softly kissing her son's sweaty forehead. "Good night, honey," she whispered before closing her eyes, snuggling against her children to get comfortable.