Hansel, now a grown twenty-three-year-old man and nineteen-year-old Gretel, stood at the edge of the forest, their eyes wide with wonder. The trees, lush and green, seemed to stretch forever, their trunks rustling in the warm summer breeze. The air was sweet with the smell of wildflowers and pine needles, made perfect by the chirping of the birds.
"This is amazing," Grete said. "But we should get going."
As they walk, there was something they couldn't identify, but soon enough, they realized it was a feeling of protection and peace. It seemed like the forest was welcoming them back, offering them its solace after so many years of absence. They haven't been in this forest ever since they killed the witch.
They walked for what seemed like hours, until finally, they reached a clearing in the woods. An abandon house in the center of the clearing with a small pond, surrounded by tall grass and tall trees. There was a certain beauty to the scene that neither of them could deny.
"Can you believe this?" Gretel said softly.
He smiled. "It's like something out of a fairytale."
"I could live here forever."
"Yeah, me too." Hansel's heart raced as he looked into Gretel's eyes. He knew it was wrong to lust after sister, yet he couldn't help the incestuous desire building within him.
Gretel seemed to sense his feeling and stepped closer, placing her hand on his chest. "Big brother, do you want to fuck me?" she whispered.
He looked at her seductive eyes and swallowed. "I thought about it. Dream even."
"Me too," she said, letting go and setting down on the side of the pond. Gretel faced Hansel, her eyes burning with desire. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her hip. "I saw your cock," she whispered. "And it looks a lot more amazing than the men I've had sex with."
Hansel felt himself stiffen at her touch. He moved his hand farther up, grabbed her breasts with one hand and yank a handful of hair with the other. "You have sex with men?"
"Of course," she whispered. "I'm an adult." She glanced briefly down between his legs, then looked back up into his eyes. "But I can't be satisfied with other men anymore, because all I can think of is your cock."
He pulled her closer and responded in a deep whisper, "Are you saying that you want your brother's cock in your pussy?"
Gretel gasped as pleasure coursed through her body at the mere thought of her brother ravishing her. She wants him to take complete control of their pleasure now from this moment forward. In response to his question, she moved closer still and whispered, "Yes."
Hansel could not believe what she was saying. "Are you sure?" He asked, still searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation or doubt.
"Yes, I'm sure. I love the thought of you fucking me, big brother." Gretel smiled seductively as she ran her hands across his chest, fingers entwining with chest hair that had grown back since their childhood days.
He grabbed her hips with a strength reserved only for moments like this, lifting Gretel up off the ground and pressing her against the wall. His body fiercely pinned her to the cold surface as he violated her lips. He wants it to last forever but at the same time felt like it would end too soon if he allowed himself to pull away from her lips even for an instant.
Gretel clutched at Hansel, her lips dancing with his as they explored each other in a passionate embrace. Panting heavily, she pulled away - unable to tear her gaze away from him.
"I-I... I love you," she whispered, her cheeks flushed and eyes burning with need.
Hansel could feel Gretel trembling beneath his touch and he allowed himself a small smile, loving the way her body responded to him. His fingertips brushed across her skin in a tantalizing stroke that made her shiver and moan. His voice was a low rumble when he said, "You are my sin."
"Please," she begged, clinging to him like a lifeline, "Big brother, fuck me hard and take me like the dirty girl I am for wanting you."
"Are you sure? I won't hold back if you truly want it hard."