Hansel and Gretel

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 sibling incest, this chapter goes full on family incest and also contains dick-girls - 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

Once upon a time there was a brother and a sister who had been on a great, magical adventure involving candy, a cage, and a great deal of sex. But now, the adventure was over. They'd vanquished the witch, claimed the rewards, and were back home. They stood in front of their father's little hovel, which looked particularly shabby compared to the candy-cane and gingerbread house they had left behind. And they hesitated.

The last time they'd been here, their mother had led them out into the woods to abandon them. She had left them to die. Just because they loved each other more than anything, more - according to her - than siblings ought to, and particularly because of how they expressed their love by fucking as much and as often as possible.

But their father, they knew, did not think them perverse. In fact, he had seemed almost approving when their unusual desires were brought to light, and had promised to deal with their mother's hatred. This knowledge was the only thing bringing the siblings back now. And still they hesitated by the door.

"Hansel?" said the sister. "Aren't you going to knock?"

"Well, yes," said the brother, "but... Gretel, what if they're

not

happy to see us? What if things got all better with us gone? What if Mother convinced Father we really are abominations? What if..."

"What if," said the red-eyed, silver-haired slut they had with them, "you spitroasted me right here on the porch until I get so loud they come to investigate and decide they want to join in and we have an orgy?"

The siblings stared at her. She rubbed her tits and cock through the fabric of her dress and made kissy faces back at them.

"No," said Hansel.

"I don't think so," said Gretel.

"Well, how about we try your new

favourite

sixty-nine?" she tried, wiggling her eyebrows while staring unabashedly at Gretel. "We should try having your brother fuck my ass at the same time. You'll love it."

"Tempting," said Gretel, remembering how amazing it had felt to lie next to their new fuck-toy and having her dick slide into the slut's pussy, while having her own penetrated in return.

"But that's not what we're here for," said Hansel, in a voice that brokered no argument.

"Aw, you're no fun," said the slut, letting her hands fall. "Well, let's get this over with so we can get your minds back to more interesting matters."

And without further ado she pushed past them and knocked on the door. Hansel gulped. Gretel grabbed his hand and held fast.

The door opened. The man in the doorway looked first at the slut, asking "Yes? Can I help...?" before he noticed the siblings behind her and stopped short.

"Hello, Father," said Hansel.

"We've come home," said Gretel.

Their father stared at them for a moment, before running out and swooping them up, one in each arm, hugging them tightly.

"Where have you been?!" he exclaimed. "How did you survive? Who's that??"

Gretel laughed, and sobbed, and said, "Father, please, you're crushing us! Oh, we have so much to tell you..."

He let them go, but left his hands resting on their shoulders, stepping back to look at them, his eyes shining with joy and barely restrained tears.

"How is Mother?" asked Hansel, a slight edge to his voice. His father's face clouded over.

"She claimed at first that you'd run away from her, but I suspected the truth, and got it from her eventually. She regrets her actions, as I'm sure she'll be eager to prove to you." There was a funny tone to his voice, and the siblings gave each other a puzzled look.

"Ahem," said the slut, still standing in the open doorway. "Are we going in, or are you going to stand there staring at each other all day?"

"Oh, of course," said their father, collecting himself. "And will anyone introduce me to this lovely young vision?"

"I'm older than you," said the slut, her red eyes glinting, "but I'll still call you 'daddy' if you like. You can call me whatever you want, as long as it's saucy."

Their father raised an eyebrow at his children as if to ask "and where did you pick up this harlot?" They shrugged, and followed him inside.

"Honey, look who I found," he called ahead of them, and then they walked in on their mother.

It really felt like walking in on her. Her daughter even blushed, but not as much as she did. She was wearing an apron, which wasn't anything unusual in the kitchen, but she wasn't wearing anything else, which was

very

unusual, to say the least. Her hair was up in a bun, as usual, but it wasn't the tight, immaculate affair they were used to, but roughed up and ruffled, with loose strands sticking out every which way. She was wearing makeup, which was a little unusual unless there was a special occasion, but the lipstick was all smudged up, and the kohl around her eyes was runny, like she'd been crying. In short, she barely looked like their mother at all.

"Hansel, Gretel," she said, looking at them both with big, disbelieving eyes, "you're back... But how... And who -?"

She'd spotted the slut and quickly crossed her arms over her chest, trying to conceal how tightly her tits were pressing against the apron.

"Husband!" she said, her tone the good old scandalised they knew so well. "How can you let people see your wife like this?! The children are bad enough, but a stranger...!"

"If you don't want us to be strangers I'd be

more

than happy to get

familiar

," said the slut in a sultry tone. Their mother blushed deeper and didn't reply.

"Silence, both of you," said the father. "It's time we all sit down and you children tell us the whole story."

He gestured to their little table, and everyone found a chair and sat down - except his wife, who wrung her hands and looked down bashfully.

"May I... stay standing," she said, and then, glancing at her husband's face, hastily added, "please?" He gave her a curt nod in return.

"You may."

The siblings exchanged another puzzled look. But then, when no explanation seemed forthcoming, and their father prompted them once more, they told their tale. They tried to skim over the naughtier bits at first, but their father kept prodding for more and more detail, until they were all quite hot and bothered. The slut was rubbing herself openly until Hansel commanded her to stop, which she did with a whimper, and their mother, who still wouldn't sit down, had to lean against the kitchen counter.

"So... my daughter has a cock, now?" said her father when the tale was through, his eyes boring into her. Gretel blushed, and nodded.

"May I see?"

She nodded again, pulled off her underthings, and lifted her skirts. Her dick was hard and throbbing, and just below it her pussy sat glistening and moist. Her father licked his lips.

"Honey," he said to his wife, "I think it's time you apologised to our children and beg their forgiveness."

She made a strangled sound, but it wasn't defiant, or upset, as they would've expected. Scared? Apprehensive?

Anticipative

?

"Dear children," she said, sounding surprisingly sincere, "I am so, so sorry for the way I treated you. I was wrong. Please, can you ever forgive me?"

Hansel and Gretel looked at her, their mouths hanging open in shock. But their father wasn't satisfied.

"I said

beg

," he growled, and with a yelp, she dropped down on all fours, crawled towards them, and kissed their bare feet. Thus prostrated it was impossible not to notice that she really wasn't wearing anything under her apron, and that her ass was glowing a brighter shade of red than her flushed face, and that her pussy was no less wet than her daughter's.

"Please," she said, "allow me to demonstrate the sincerity of my contrition. Please... punish me, in... in

any

way you see fit."

The siblings gave each other another look. Of all the strange things that had happened to them lately, this was, perhaps, the strangest.

"You said we were perverse," said Gretel.

"I was wrong!" said their mother. "And I was cruel for it, and deserve to be punished."

"So... you don't think it's wrong that I fuck my sister anymore?" said Hansel.

"As long as no children come of it, all I want is for you to be happy," said their mother, and to their surprise, they believed her, though that didn't mean they were ready to forgive her.

"How about," tried Hansel, expecting a protest, "if I fucked

you

?"

"That would be a very fitting punishment," said his mother, her voice heavy not with regret or resentment, but with lust.

"You like it!" exclaimed Gretel as realisation dawned. "You like being punished! You're a - a masochistic slut!"

Their mother winced, her cheeks burning, but she didn't deny it.

"Mother, how could you!" said Gretel. "How could you condemn us for our kinks when you yourself...?"

Her mother bit her lip. Her father cleared his throat. "Your mother was always embarrassed about her... preferences," he explained. "I'm the only one who's known her dirty little secret, and she wanted to keep it that way. When she found out about you... it amplified that shame. But she pushed it at you and refused to acknowledge that it had anything to do with her. And your transgression was so much

worse

. You

deserved

to be punished. She does so like punishment, your mother."

"And not just her own?" asked Hansel, bitterly. His father shook his head. His mother looked studiously at the floor. His sister bit her lip. The four of them regarded one another in silence.

"Well?" said the fifth person in the room. "Are you going to punish her or what? I can do it for you if you're too squeamish!"

Gretel gave a little laugh, bringing them all out of their reverie. "Thanks, Sugar, but no thanks," she said, making the slut frown (possibly because she really wanted to do it, possibly because of the almost-use of her real name, Sugartop, probably both), "I think it's better if we do this ourselves. Don't you agree, Mother?"

"O-of course," said she, still downcast, "whatever you think best."

"Uh-huh. What do

you

think, Hansel?"

"Spitroasting," he said, with no hesitation. "She deserves to have both of us at the same time. And I've longed to shove it into her rude mouth."

"Excellent idea," said Gretel, "but... can we try something else, first? Remember how she had Father spank us for our... perversity?"

"Of course," said Hansel, "and by the looks of things, she's felt his hand plenty of times since then."

"Yes, Father really does seem like an expert. Don't you think it's time he taught you how to do that?"

"He

is

supposed to teach me all his craft," mused Hansel.

"Exactly!" said Gretel. "And I worry Mother might not remember properly that we really are a family. We have changed a lot these past days, and fucking her won't have the same gravitas if she can think of us as someone else. So let's remind her that you truly are your father's son... and that I'm my mother's daughter."

"What did you have in mind?" asked her father, though she could see in his eyes that he already knew, and that he liked her idea just as much as she did.

"Hansel spanks Mother under your tutelage," she said while getting down on her hands and knees, "while you demonstrate... on me."

"If it's to be a proper lesson, I can't hold back," he said, his voice husky.

"I know," she said, her own voice equally affected; "I don't want you to."

"In that case," he said, adjusting her position with a firm hand, "you learn from your mother, as your brother learns from me. You can look at her, but are otherwise required to keep your head down. Keep your legs spread and your bottom up, and no squirming. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Father," she said, and worked hard not to quiver from anticipation. She looked at her mother's face straight ahead; she was biting her lip and looked just as excited. Behind her, she could see her brother getting in position, and could imagine how he was mirroring his father.

"Firstly, for a real punishment you want them bare-bottomed," came the instructions, as her skirt was lifted up and draped over her back.

"Now, son, you strike their bottom with a flat hand, like so," said her father's voice, and then she felt the first delicious sting upon her ass cheek.

"Aim low; you don't want to hit their back or tailbone. Thighs are okay, and a few swats to their pussy can be fun." He demonstrated this, too, and oh, yes.

Fun

was definetely the right word. "But the real target is the ass. Be generous in your attentions; don't let one cheek feel left out."

He was silent for a bit, but the room still reverbrated with the sound of hands hitting flesh, and Gretel couldn't hold back a soft moan. They weren't spanking them very hard - not yet, at least - and she loved the warm, tingly feeling spreading evenly across her buttocks. Her mother's face in front of her was quite the aphrodisiac, too, flushed and wanton.

"See how they raise their butts up to meet our blows?" said her father. "Such an eager pair of sluts ought not only to be told how depraved they are, but also to say it themselves. In fact, they ought to thank us for giving them the punishment they so rightfully deserve. Isn't that right, slut?"

"Oh

yes

," said Gretel, "thank you so much for spanking my naughty ass, I've been

such

a bad girl, and it's so generous of you to punish me for it."

"That's right," said her father, and increased the force of his blows a little.

"What about you, Mother?" said Hansel. "Do you deserve this?"

"This, and so much more," she replied.

"Have you been a bad girl?"

"Oh, I

am

a bad, ah... girl..." She blushed and bit her lip, clearly enjoying being called a girl by her own son. "I'm a really bad girl who loves to be punished for my bad behaviour. Please, darling, spank me harder, really mark my ass and make it burn, I deserve it, I need it...!"

The family fell silent as the men increased the force of their blows and the women increased the volume of their moans and cries. The sound of hands hitting bottoms resounded through their little house, until Gretel's bum burned as brightly as her mother's.

"I think that's enough for now," said their father finally, giving his daughter's ass one last, affectionate tap.

"I think you're right," agreed Hansel. "Thank you for teaching me, father. Mother, thank Father for his guidance."

"Thank you so much for showing our son the best way to punish me," said their mother. "And thank you, Hansel, for every delightful spank; they were very well-deserved. And Gretel... thank you for being such an incredibly sexy, kinky slut, and for taking this punishment with me. It was even better when I could share it with my... my daughter."

She blushed, again, or perhaps she'd never stopped, and was just getting a shade darker.

"Takes one to know one, Mother," said Gretel, slowly getting to her feet, letting her still-kneeling mother see the erection that was jutting forth under her skirt.

"Y-yes, daughter," her mother replied, eyes wide as saucers.

"Are you ready for more punishment? Do you still think you deserve it?"

"I," she started, and then had to swallow, obviously struggling with herself. "I will... never be punished enough for... for what I did to you," she finally said, her voice trembling.

"Well, then," said Gretel.

"Get ready to be fucked raw, Mother," said Hansel.

"But what about meee?" whined a sugar-sweet voice behind them. "I'm the one who tried to turn you both into my submissive fuck-toys, yet I'm not getting any punishment at all!"

"I think I can deal with that," their father said, sternly, picking the ex-witch up effortlessly and locking her legs in a full nelson with his strong lumberjack arms.

"Oh,

Daddy

," she moaned, as three eager cocks entered two willing sluts, and fucked them into oblivion.

Much, much later, the siblings told their father about the riches they'd brought from the witch's house, and what they intended to do with them - while the witch gleefully edged their mother in the corner of the room, keeping the punishment going.

"You want to turn my house into a brothel?" he said, perplexed.

"Well, a sex shop, of a sort," replied Hansel.

"A place for any kink or body to get what they want," added Gretel.

"We're a family who really enjoy sex - there's no denying it. Not to mention Sugartop. Why not earn some money on it?"

"But mostly, we'll be selling potions. Gender-changes, for anyone who wants to try a pair of boobs, or a dick, or a pussy, or everything at once..."

"And we have the slut-makers, too. A single dose, for anyone who's curious, double for anyone who wants to really let lose... I think we should hold off on triples, though."

"And fertility, infertility, aphrodisiac; we can supply it all."

Their father didn't need much convincing. And from that day onwards, everyone (really everyone, for miles around) lived happily ever after.