Everlasting dream (18+)

Silvia squinted her eyes, watching through the cave's dim light as her mother took their largest wooden bowl, one they had recently made, and
.
She glanced back at her daughter,
Nivalis placed the bowl on the ground near the fireplace and went to get the ingredients from the pile of charcoal and ash near the entrance. The pile was their storage for food; it protected everything inside from moisture. Over the past three weeks since Silvia woke up, the pile had significantly grown thanks to her Aster working tirelessly daily to fill it with food.
"No, darling, it's fine. Just keep the fire going, alright? Thanks, though," Nivalis murmured, glancing at her daughter.
Nivalis carefully picked up the hot stone from the fire and lowered it into the wooden bowl.
The hissing sound reached the girls' ears as the water began to boil instantly. "Can you add the ingredients to the water?" Nivalis asked, returning the wet stone to the flames to heat again, getting a new one.
"Sure," Silvia nodded, reaching her small hands to gather the ingredients from the cutting stone. Slowly, one by one, she dropped everything into the water. The hissing sounds continued as Nivalis lowered the next stone,
"Wake up, my love," Nivalis whispered, leaning in to gently kiss her son's temple. Aster opened his eyes, golden like the sun, and looked at his mother with a sleepy gaze.
"Morning, Mom..." Aster muttered, a sleepy smile playing on his lips.
"Time to rise and shine, sweetheart. We've prepared a tasty breakfast for you," Nivalis whispered, her fingers gently running through his silver hair.
A moment later, her brother tightly wrapped his arms around her small, delicate body, her head barely visible from the bundle she was trapped in, her hands inside, pressed against her chest, unable to move. "Aster! Let me go!" Silvia whined, squirming in his embrace.
"Ugh... good morning," Silvia groaned, rolling her eyes. "Let me go, dummy," she pouted at him cutely.
"No, not until you say something nice to me," Aster mumbled, kissing the little nose of his sister. Now, it's starting to itch.
"Astyyyy," Silvia whined into his ear, trying to catch his earlobe with her mouth,
. But Aster just laughed, dodging her attempts, catching her earlobe instead. He started nibbling it gently. "Haha-No! Mom! Tell him to let me go!" she pleaded, trying to free herself, wiggling her hips against her brother. "I'm innocent!"
"Honey, let your sister go," Nivalis giggled, her lips curling upwards as she watched the two.
"Alright, alright," Aster mumbled, pretending to be disappointed. Silvia's expression of hope suddenly turned into a laughing one when he started tickling her sides, making the girl squeal in his arms. "On the other hand, it's so worth the spanking," he laughed, feeling her ribs through the blankets.
"I-I'll make us some tea. Be right back," Nivalis chuckled, quickly standing up and making her way to the fireplace, leaving the two to play.
The breakfast was delicious, as expected. The three ate directly from the bowl, passing it to the next person every few bites. The hot, steamy, hearty soup filled their bellies, the smell of herbs, mushrooms, and roots lingering in the air.

"Thanks for breakfast, sis," Aster said, snuggling closer to his mother's side. He pressed his skinny body against her, feeling how she wrapped her arm around him. "You and Mom did a great job," he added, kissing his mother's pale skin.
"Oh, right... I forgot yesterday," Aster said, giving her a sad smile. "Sorry."
"That's okay. It was a long day," Silvia replied quietly, her golden eyes shining with hope as she asked again, "So... can you do it?"
The boy smiled and nodded, saying, "Sure, sis."
The feeling of his soft, little member pressed against her skin didn't stop her from hugging him. It was something Silvia got used to from sleeping with her brother all these years, and she liked the feeling. It wasn't something dirty or sexual. It was just him, her brother, being close. Aster carefully rolled her over, making her lay on top of him.
insignificant compared to the sensation that awaited her at the end.
"I'm ready," Aster whispered after ten minutes of igniting mana. As the words left his mouth, the pain started. He no longer had to place his hand on her chest to send his mana. After a week of doing this, they discovered that the process gets much easier when he pushes it directly from his chest into hers.
Her body stiffened, and a sharp, loud moan escaped her lips, echoing around the cave. Hearing it, Aster wrapped his arms tighter around his sister's naked body, the skin between them becoming wet. Silvia squeezed her eyes shut, her teeth clenched, her fingers digging into her brother's shoulders. Their pink nipples rubbed against each other, hardening from the friction.
Nivalis started gently massaging her daughter's back, trying to help her bear the pain. Her soft hand moved up and down, following the shape of her spine, feeling the gentle curve of her lower back.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was only five minutes in reality, Silvia felt her brother's warmth entering her again, where it belonged. The strange feeling of her mana being penetrated, her tiny hole forced to spread around him... It made her tremble as goosebumps appeared all over her petite body. The incredible feeling of her little brother filling her with his warmth made her release a long, muffled moan into his neck.
"It's okay... I'm inside," Aster whispered into her sensitive, half-elven ear, sending more and more mana into his sister, making her whole body tremble against his. The suckling on his neck intensified, her little mouth making him wince.

"Are you alright, sis?" Aster asked, running his fingers through her soft hair. The girl didn't respond for a while, making him wonder if she had fallen asleep, but finally, after a long minute, she took a deep breath against his skin and slowly let go of his neck.
"Don't worry about it," Aster smiled, pinching her flushed cheek, making her smile back.
"I tried. Did it work?" Aster asked, squeezing her hand gently.

"Alright," Aster replied, his frown disappearing. He carefully rolled her off of him and helped her lie back down on the bed, holding her head. "The sun will rise soon; I need to go," he said, sitting up.
"No, thank you, Mom. I'll manage," Aster shook his head, getting up from the bed. "You woke up way too early, so try to sleep some more. Both of you," he added, going to the fireplace where his clothes were drying.
"Be careful, honey," Nivalis said, smiling softly. "We love you."
"See you later," Aster chuckled at the sight and stepped into the dark corridors of their cave, making his way outside. His footsteps echoed in the dark, making the girls uneasy as they grew quieter until they heard nothing.
"I know," Nivalis whispered, holding her child tight. "No matter how often I watch him go outside, it never gets easier," she added, slowly rolling onto her back, making her little girl lie on top of her. "Do you mind sleeping like this?" Nivalis asked, looking down at her daughter's beautiful, sleepy face nuzzled against her soft breast.
"Look, do it like this, see? You need to lift your finger a bit higher," Nivalis whispered to her daughter,
crochet hook. They sat together in the kitchen, their naked bodies glistening with sweat.
The day was unbearably hot, and living next to the hot spring only worsened it, causing them to sweat even while doing nothing. At least the sunlight from the ceiling, a hole high above the water, provided enough light to work without a fire.
"A scarf is the simplest thing to make with a hook, honey. Everyone starts with it. And trust me, winter will arrive sooner than we think," Nivalis smiled, patting her daughter's head. "It's good practice for you."
Their soft breathing blended with the sound of moving strings. Silence hung between them, neither having much to say.
Nivalis stopped working, setting her hook and unfinished piece aside. "That's great, honey," she smiled, leaning closer and gently touching her daughter's bare thigh. Her hand moved up and down as she spoke, "See here? It's a bit loose in this part. Try to keep the tension. It's not usually an issue when working with something like wool, but we don't have that," she explained, pointing at a few rows in the middle.
"It's not easy, I know," Nivalis whispered, resuming her work. Her fingers moved swiftly, creating neat, small rows.
"Yeah... I'm not looking forward to doing it again. Let's hope four rolls will be enough for the scarf and tunic," Nivalis chuckled, glancing at the four balls of thread rolled up, lying next to them. "Though, we probably need to prepare a lot for the winter. With nothing to do, it will be a great way to spend time together."
"Want to take a quick bath?" Nivalis asked, glancing at her.

Nivalis silently kissed the top of her head, wrapping her arms around her petite body. "I feel the same, sweetie," Nivalis whispered with a hint of sadness.
As the sun's rays disappeared, the forest grew darker, with only a hint of light shining through the leaves. And the boy still did not show up.
"How about I massage your legs, honey?" Nivalis suggested, her hand gently sliding up and down her daughter's thigh, squeezing it lightly.
Silvia stopped her mother's hand, slowly intertwining their fingers.
Nivalis gently squeezed her hand in response, her heart pounding so loudly that even Silvia could hear it.