Hansel And Gretel Ch 01 1

Librarian's note: Firstly, let me just make it abundantly clear that this is a story about adults, being a kinky retelling of the beloved fairytale. Furthermore, if you're reading this, I expect you to be fine with some incest, because obviously that's where this story goes, but I'll add a fair warning that it's not

just

sibling love in this case. Other tags that will eventually come up and might mean some people want to find other stories are futa, gender-changing, and some implied non-con (not in this chapter, though). For those who still want to read on - have fun~! And please let me know what you think! ^_^

Once upon a time there lived by a great forest a woodcutter with his wife and their son and daughter, Hansel and Gretel. Now, this was a time when children learned the craft of their parents, so while Hansel was taught by his father the art of woodcutting, Gretel had first been taught everything about keeping the house clean and tidy and turning what little they had into acceptable meals - but after she'd come of age, her mother's main concern had been to make her a good wife to a rich husband. However, no matter how many suitors her mother found for her, Gretel would have none of them.

Her mother became more and more frustrated as the years went by - the girl was well into her twenties, and still not married! - and took to spying on her daughter to find out what made her so stubborn. And so it was that she found the siblings one day, tightly interlocked, moaning as they kissed one another.

"Oh, Gretel, I don't know what I'll do if you ever get married," said Hansel when the kiss ended.

"Don't worry, brother dearest; I won't get married. I'll never leave you. But let's not worry about the future, but focus on the present - my cunt is drooling with hunger for your cock."

Their mother was scandalized, and filled with rage. She stomped immediately into the room and took both of them by the ear, dragging them before their father. To him she insisted that he throw them out immediately, for she could not live with such depravity within her house.

"Is this true?" the father asked his son and daughter, and they had no choice but to admit that it was. However, their father didn't look scandalized like their mother, nor angry.

"Do you understand that what you did is wrong?" he asked them.

"Yes, Father," they replied in unison.

"Do you promise never to do it again?"

"Yes, Father."

"Then I cannot in good conscience throw you out," he said. "But see that you behave, or I might change my mind."

"What?" shrieked their mother, outraged. "You can't just forgive them! Such perverted behaviour ought to be punished!"

"Oh, very well," sighed the father, but Gretel could spy a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "Come here, children, and let me punish you. A good spanking ought to hammer in the gravity of your trespass."

And he took them, one by one, and laid them over his knee and gave their bottoms a thorough thrashing, until they glowed red and begged for mercy. But Gretel could feel her father stiffening against her belly, and was even more aroused when they were finally allowed to leave the room, than she'd been before they entered. But Hansel kept his attention firmly on their mother, and he could tell that she had not forgiven them yet.

"She won't rest until we're out of the house," he whispered to his sister later that night.

"Oh, Hansel, what shall we do?"

"Don't worry. Whatever she plans, I'll thwart her. I'm not letting her hurt you."

And so, suspecting what their mother might do, he set about collecting a lot of white pebbles, and sure enough, the next morning their mother insisted that the two of them help her with something out in the woods, so she could keep an eye on them. She took them down a path they'd never gone before, twisting and turning so much that it didn't take long before they lost their orientation completely. When they reached a little glade, she told them to make a fire while she went off to relieve herself, but it didn't take them long to realize that she wasn't coming back.

"Oh, what are we going to do?" cried Gretel. "We'll never find our way home from here!"

"Yes, we will," said Hansel, and with a big grin he showed her the path of white pebbles he'd dropped behind them all the way through the woods. "But first... we're all alone, with nobody watching... and I've been thinking about your wet cunt ever since yesterday."

They got home quite a lot later, claiming to have stumbled through the woods for hours. It was true that they looked quite dishevelled and exhausted, though there was something quite suspicious about their grins and flushed cheeks.

"You haven't been naughty in the woods, have you?" asked their father.

"Of course not," they replied, as innocently as they could.

Their mother hrmphed.

"I think it's best if we separate you two when we can't keep an eye on you," she said. "Tonight, I'll sleep with Gretel in your room, and Hansel will sleep with his father."

And so it was that Gretel had a rather miserable night, her mother berating her about what a slut she was, and how sinful to copulate with her own brother. For Hansel, however, things went quite differently.

"You

did

fuck your sister in the woods today, didn't you, son? Don't worry, I won't tell your mother."

"I - I did, yes," said Hansel, too startled to keep lying.

"What is it like, fucking your own sister? What is

she

like?"

"Well, it's... it used to be weird, and exciting, and forbidden, but Father... she's amazing. She has the tightest, wettest little cunt, and when she cums she makes the most delightful noises... Really, I think I like her orgasms even better than my own."

"I'd like to hear that," said his father, surprising Hansel yet again. "But you make sure she won't get pregnant, I hope?"

"Of course!" said Hansel. "We're very careful. I only cum in her ass!"

"She lets you fuck her ass? Does she like it?"

Hansel squirmed a little, embarrassed at what he'd just confessed. "Um, yes... though she used to complain that her puss felt neglected."

"Used to?" asked his father.

"Well, yes," explained Hansel, "she's made a dildo that she uses to fuck herself on while I take her from behind. It's very realistic, too, with a ball sack and everything!"

"Clever girl!" said his father. "That must be quite the fuck... Ah, well, don't worry, son; I'll talk to your mother in the morning. I know she seems like a prude, but really, she has some kinky sides herself. Better get some sleep now, though."

And hopeful for the first time in days, Hansel fell asleep.

He was awakened, suddenly, by a hand clasped over his mouth.

"Don't you dare wake your father," hissed his mother's voice by his ear. "I have a task for you naughty children, and we need to get going at once if we are to get it done in a day. Now, come along!"

And she ushered him into the kitchen, where a groggy Gretel was preparing three small loafs of bread for breakfast.

"No time for that now; we can eat on the way," whispered their mother, and dragged them on their way. It was a gloomy walk through the woods, the sun not even quite up yet, the two women munching quietly on their bread. But Hansel, who'd had no time to gather his white stones, tore off pieces of the bread and dropped that behind them instead.

They walked even further into the woods this time, turning and twisting even more, and it didn't take long for the siblings to feel hopelessly lost. Finally, their mother stopped and told them to make a fire while she went to fetch something. They were to wait for her and not move; she would return shortly. But of course, she never did.

"Oh, Hansel, how shall we ever get home?" said Gretel, tears springing from her eyes.

"Don't worry, sister. I'll find the way; you'll see."

And he went confidently to his trail of breadcrumbs and started leading her after it... but after just a few meters, the trail disappeared. It'd been eaten by the forest animals. Hansel stopped.

"What's wrong?" asked Gretel.

"N-nothing," said Hansel, not wanting to worry her, and kept walking. Maybe they would find the way after all? But the further they walked, the more worried he became, and he was so hungry, having crumbled his bread and eaten nothing the whole day, and he was on the verge of a panic when Gretel suddenly cried out -

"Oh, Hansel! I think we're here! I think I see the smoke from our chimney!"

And indeed, there was a trail of smoke rising into the sky ahead of them, and the pair started running at once towards it... but it was not the house of their father at all. It was the most strange and marvellous house either of them had ever seen, with walls made of candy cane, and a roof of gingerbread, and windows of clear sugar. But there was something strange about the candy cane walls, and when they came closer, they could see that it had cocks growing from it all over, like the biggest collection of candy dildos. And there was something strange about the roof, too; for the gingerbread men and women it was tiled with were placed in an obscene order, like a massive candy orgy. And the windows were just as strange as the rest, for they were sculpted like vaginas, with parted pussy lips and erect clits, and with all the distortion this made they were quite useless for looking through.

"Um... Hansel, I'm not sure we should," began Gretel, but her brother wasn't listening. With a cry of hunger, he ran for the house, trying first to break one of the protruding pieces of candy cane off, but quickly giving up and simply wrapping his lips around it.

Astonished, Gretel watched him suck on the white-and-pink-striped cock with such vigour that you'd think it was all he'd done his whole life. She knew it was his first, of course; she was the only lover he'd ever had. But the way he bobbed and slobbered, licked and sucked... really, it was hot. Kinky, a bit weird... and sexy. It was making her wish

she

had a dick, which was an entirely new thought, so that he could do that to her. It was making her incredibly horny. It was making all her misgivings about the strange house seem trivial.

She wandered over to one of the windows, thinking that if her brother was experimenting with the other sex, she might as well too. But while the sugar pussy was deliciously sweet, it was also cold and hard, and gave no clue as to what it might be like to eat out a real woman. With the dildos, though equally cold and hard, she could at least practice her deep throating. And besides, her brother's hungry moans were really getting to her now... perhaps she could do more with them than just eat.

Gretel hadn't realised at first, but the candy dildos came in all shapes and sizes, and were really quite realistic. Her brother must've just gone straight for the closest one without thinking about it, because he'd ended up with one of such girth that just fitting it in his mouth was an impressive feat. Gretel was pickier, though she looked for placement on the wall more than anything else. She didn't want it to be too high or too low; that'd just make things awkward. At last, she found one to her liking, significantly smaller than the giant her brother was swallowing, and gave it a tentative lick.

At once her taste buds were assaulted with flavour. Candy had not been a common treat in their father's house, but what little she'd sampled had been nothing like this. It tasted so sweet, and fresh, and cold, and somehow there was a salty undertone, but it wasn't a bad thing, not bad at all, but rather... arousing.

She moaned, wrapping her lips around the candy cane, moving her head down the long shaft... oh, gods, she could understand why her brother was acting so... single-mindedly. It was easy to imagine eating these amazing cocks for hours if not for a different need, which was becoming more and more pressing the more she licked. Her pussy was drooling, begging to be filled. No,

demanding

. She'd never been so horny before in her life, and perhaps that should've made her suspicious, but of course, the first easily banished the second.

She almost gagged in her haste to fit the whole length of the dildo down her throat, coating it with saliva all the way to the base. She needed it inside her.

Now

. Quickly, she shed her undergarments and lifted her skirts, and then without further ado lined up her opening with the glistening candy cock and pushed against it with such force that it was swallowed up completely by her hungry lips. She cried out, the feeling of fulness so exquisite that she orgasmed a little then and there. But the pleasure did nothing to mitigate her need, and she bucked her hips fervently, fucking herself like her life depended on it.

She didn't even stop when the door to the house opened a crack, and a voice from inside called out.

"Nibble, nibble, little mouse, who is nibbling at my house?"

Gretel thought she ought to answer - after all, Hansel's mouth was a little too full for him to do it - but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was a long, desperate moan. The voice called out again.

"Nibble, nibble, mousie small, who is fucking themselves on my wall?"

But Gretel still couldn't formulate an answer, and presently the door opened fully, and the owner of the house stepped out.

She was the most beautiful woman Hansel and Gretel had ever seen... or at least the sexiest. She had huge tits, barely contained within her bodice, her hard nipples clearly visible through the fabric. Her waist was slim and her hips wide, and it was easy to imagine a pair of shapely legs and a perky butt under her skirt. She had puffy lips and a pout that screamed for a cock, and though her hair was grey like an old lady's, it hung in soft ringlets all about her pretty face, and cascaded down her back. And her eyes... her eyes were crimson red, and burned with lust.

The siblings stopped, frozen in awe, staring at her with wide eyes, drool and pussy juices dripping from their respective lips, still wrapped around the dildos. But the beauty didn't look back at them: though she turned her head in their direction, her red eyes roamed over them without focusing, and they realised she must be nearly blind.

"Well?" she asked. "Cat got your tongue, little mouse? You have nothing to fear from me... But please, tell me who you are, and why you've come to my house?"

"My name is Gretel," said Gretel, finding her voice at last, "and this is my brother, Hansel. We were abandoned in the woods by our mother, because..."

Gretel trailed off, blushing profusely, not wishing to tell this beautiful stranger about their transgression. But Hansel pulled off his candy cane and finished for her, though he, too, thought it best not to tell the whole, dirty truth.

"Our family was starving," he said, "and mother was worried that we would all perish if we had to keep sharing our food. She forced us to leave, and we thought we'd be wandering the woods till death found us... but then we found your delicious house instead. I'm sorry for not asking before eating of it, but we were delirious with hunger."

"Oh, yes," said the woman, sounding amused, "your sister certainly sounded... hungry."

Gretel blushed again.

"But come in, come in!" said the woman. "If you're hungry, I've more wholesome food to share with you, and beds and a bath besides. I've been alone for such a long time; I'd be delighted to have you as my guests. Get to... know you a little better."

She winked, and the siblings understood very well what she was suggesting. Hansel suddenly realised that his trousers were uncomfortably tight, and he had no idea how long that had been the case.

"Do you live here all alone, then?" asked Gretel, who had never heard of such a thing before. "And how come your house is so... ah..."

"Naughty?" said the woman, finishing the sentence for her. "My husband bound me here. He was a jealous man, and thought I was too much of a slut, and as he knew powerful magics, he made it so I cannot leave this house. Here, I am all alone and can't cheat on him, and the house is fashioned so that everyone will know at a glance what a pervert resides inside, and so stay well away. I've been lonely for a long time, but I suppose his wards didn't work entirely as intended."

This wasn't the whole truth, though, for she was also a powerful witch, and hoped every day that a naughty man or woman might fall into her trap, so that she might turn them into her obedient slave. And now she'd snared two, and siblings, no less! She was almost beyond herself with glee as she took them inside and served before them a delicious meal of pancakes with sugar, apples and nuts. The siblings had never eaten anything so good before, and afterwards she drew them each a hot bath.

"Shall I help wash your hair?" she asked Gretel, who went first. Gretel thought that was a nice offer, and besides, it wasn't like the blind woman could threaten her modesty. But as she relaxed in the hot water, the witch suddenly grabbed her boobs, squeezing them and teasing her nipples.

"Oh, Gretel," she moaned, her mouth close to her ear, "you can't believe how happy I am to have you here. I've been desperate for a good fuck... you won't mind if your brother fucks me, will you?"

"I - I suppose not," said Gretel, feeling a twinge of jealousy, and somehow uncertain about which of the two she was jealous of.

"Oh, thank you, sweet Gretel. Would it be too weird for you to watch? Would you let me eat you out while your brother fucks my pussy?"

"Oh, I - I mean, it'd be a little weird, of course, since he's my brother, but I think it'll be okay," said Gretel, trying not to sound too excited by the proposal.

"Well, it's not like he's fucking

you

, after all," said the witch. "Just an innocent little threesome."

Gretel gave a little laugh. "Right! As long as he doesn't fuck

me

, everything is fine."

She finished her bath in silence, her arousal slowly leaking into the water.

"Shall I help scrub your back?" asked the witch when it was Hansel's turn in the tub, and like his sister, he saw no reason to turn her down. Of course, she didn't scrub just his back, but let her hands rove much, much further.

"Ah... you're so strong, Hansel. I would love to have this chiselled chest pressed against my bosom. And this hard tool hammering into me... hard and fast and relentless. Would you do that for me, Hansel?"

"I - I mean... I'd like to, but... what about Gretel?"

"Oh, don't worry, I've asked her permission already. I would never dream of making a pass at her brother otherwise! Actually... would you be okay with her watching? It wouldn't be too weird, would it?"

"Weird?" repeated Hansel. He'd been thinking that Gretel might be jealous if he fucked another woman, but... "Oh, er, of course it'd be weird. But, well, if Gretel is okay with it..."

"Oh, Hansel, thank you! You can't believe how much I've longed for this. You two really are the best thing to have happened to me!"

And she threw her hands around him, hugging and kissing him, and his hard tool stayed hard for a long time afterwards.

They didn't fuck that night, though. The witch insisted that they'd had a hard day, and needed to sleep. Tomorrow, she promised, and guided them to their beds - sure that they would be haunted by particularly wet dreams. She had great plans for tomorrow, and would want them both as hot and bothered as possible...