Librarian's note: Being a naughty retelling of the beloved fairytale, all characters are adults, and as stated in chapter 1, our heroes are in their twenties. In addition to incest, this chapter contains dick girls and some borderline non-con (though everyone is still enjoying themselves) - if that's not for you, may I suggest trying one of my other stories? As always, thank you for reading, and if you want to make my day, please leave a comment! <3
The third day in the witch's candy cane-and-gingerbread house, Gretel woke up and felt
different
. She was still wearing her ridiculous maid uniform. Her handcuffs and ankle cuffs were still loosely chained together with the collar around her neck. She was still slightly horny, a feeling she'd been unable to escape since she first saw the house, no matter how much the witch fucked her.
She touched herself, and there it was, just above her clit: what had yesterday just been something like the idea of a dick had grown overnight, and while it was still very small, the hard object between her fingers was now undeniably a dick. The thought sent a little thrill through her, and in her excitement she almost ran straight to show it to her brother.
But of course, she couldn't do that. Her brother was locked in that horrible, door-less cage, as magical as everything else in this house, and soon, the witch would feed him his breakfast cumshot - the one that would, once he'd had many enough, turn his own cum into a potion that would turn whoever he fucked into a submissive slut.
And besides, she was
supposed
to be upset about him fucking her the day before, because she was
supposed
to be against such perversions, and the witch was sure it was only happening at all because of the magic cock-ring that was
supposed
to be sat snugly at the base of Hansel's dick, but was really working its magic on the realistic dildo they'd given her instead. Thank goodness she was nearly blind.
"Gretel, my dear, come watch as I fuck your brother," came the witch's melodious voice from the other room, right on cue.
"That's perverse," Gretel shot back; "I am done with your perversions."
"If you're not here within the next minute there'll be a good spanking for you instead," said the witch, still sounding annoyingly cheerful.
Gretel was of a mind to disobey her anyway. The truth was, she'd been spanked only once before, by her father, and she'd rather enjoyed the 'punishment'. But if the witch found out that about her... best not to risk it.
She came out just in time to see her brother presenting the dildo to the witch, still pretending it was his own dick, and watched the witch's mood sour.
"How are you still not diamond hard?!" she yelled, looking about ready to throw something. "Why aren't your balls full to bursting?! Gretel! Come here!"
Her tone of voice would broker no argument, and despite her resolve to be rebellious, Gretel hurried to her side, though studiously
not
looking at her brother, keeping her back to him. She could feel
him
looking at
her
, though. Practically burning a hole through her clothes with his eyes.
The witch did him one better, though. She ripped off her outfit in one, swift motion, leaving her just as naked as the rest of them, save for the shoes and headdress. Despite her giddiness from before, Gretel managed to blush, and did her best to cover herself. The witch, however, would have none of that, either. She yanked her hands up, securing her wrists to the metal bars that bent so easily to her will.
"Aha," she said, triumphantly, stroking her hand along Gretel's brand new limb. "At least
something
is working as it should. One more dose and you'll grow to a decent size, too. Perhaps it's time for a little change of pace...?"
She snapped her fingers, and Gretel yelped as she felt the metal move again, almost alive, like cold serpents against her skin. The bars that had pressed against her back coiled sidewise, making a hole in the cage just big enough for her, but coiling around and between her arms and legs, not tight, but keeping her firmly in place anyhow.
"There we are, my sweet," said the witch, trailing a sharply manicured finger down her cheek. "Are you ready for your final growth spurt?"
Gretel bit her lip and tried to maintain her sullen defiance, but she just couldn't help herself. A grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes sparkled. She gave up, and gave the tiniest of nods.
"
Excellent
," said the witch. "And are you ready for your brother to fuck you again?"
Hansel chose that moment to run his hands down her back, and if she hadn't been so very well secured she'd probably have jumped five feet into the air from sheer surprise. It was a good thing, too; she had been about to forget their whole ploy and nod some more - there was nothing she wanted more than to be fucked by her brother, after all. If she hadn't known that
that
would probably happen no matter what she said, she might not have managed to keep protesting against it, either.
"He - he can't fuck me again," she said, trying her best to sound innocent. "You'll be fucking my... you know..." Somehow, she managed to blush. Maybe she should become a real actress. "... My pussy. And he's back there, and my mouth is all the way up here, so... he can't..."
She trailed off, casting her eyes down and biting her lip. It was easier to blush now: the witch was looking at her like she'd just handed her the Crown Jewels.
"Oh, you sweet little lamb, you're more fun to fuck than a full brothel. I'm almost jealous of our darling Hansel! But there's something appealing about having
him
pop your virgin asshole, oh yes, I must say I like the thought."
While she talked, the witch reached around her, getting real close and personal, and pulled her ass-cheeks apart. Gretel widened her eyes dramatically, and did her very best impression of her mother.
"That's obscene!" she cried out. "It doesn't matter whether he's my brother;
nothing
should - should go
in
