A twist on one of Grimm's Fairy Tales.
The small cottage huddled at the edge of the Great Forest, a tiny box fashioned of stone and mud. The thin whorls of smoke rising from the chimney were the only signs of life in the area. There were no cattle in the pen and no horses in the stable. No chickens cooed in the coop and no pigs rooted in the mud pit. Even the tilled earth was lifeless; no green shoots sprung from its brown depths.
The poor woodcutter lay abed with his wife, unable to sleep because of the worries plaguing him. "What are we going to do?"
"About what?"
"About feeding the children. We don't even have anything for ourselves!"
"Then I tell you what. Let's take them into the forest where they don't know where they are and leave them. We'll build a fire, give them some bread and we'll be off."
"I – I can't do that! They would be set upon by wolves!"
"Fine! Then I guess we will all perish!" She huffed and flung herself onto her side, away from him. He sighed deeply.
"But the children... the children... "
Gretel lay still in the big bed, tears coursing down her cheeks and her stomach growling painfully. Her 18-year old twin, Hansel, pulled her close, rubbing her back gently. "Shh, Gretel. Don't worry."
"How can I not, Hans?"
"Because I'm here, darling sister." He pressed a kiss to her fragrant forehead, smiling at the scent of roses. She always rubbed her skin with rose petals after washing in the big pond. "I will always take care of you."
"Will you?" She whispered.
"Yes." He tensed as he felt her kiss just on the side of his nipple. Her mouth was so warm, her breath so hot. His cock sprang to life. He hoped that Gretel wouldn't notice it. She snuggled against him, her hand just inches from his prick. "Now, get some sleep."
She sniffled. "Okay."
He waited until he felt her body relax, signaling sleep, before he dared to release his breath. Yes, he would always take care of her. He loved her. Not just as a sister;
he loved her.
He wanted to kiss her soft breasts and plunge himself into her white-haired pussy and hear her cry out his name as she creamed on his rod. It would be easy to take advantage of her but he didn't want that. He wanted her to be with him because she wanted it. Because he loved her.
Very gently, he pulled the covers back and cast his eye on her shapely figure. The corkscrew curls of her white-gold hair cascaded over his shoulder and her face was angelic in repose. Her body was a mass of sexy curves: rounded shoulders, sloping breasts, small waist, soft hips and long legs. He ached to lick the instep of her lovely foot, to rub his tongue against her hard nipples, to suck the cream from her pussy.
He tugged on his arm and succeeded in dislodging her from his shoulder and turned on his side, facing her. His hand drifted down to his still rigid cock and he pulled on it, his palm rough and exciting. He could see through her gossamer nightgown and the milky globes of her breasts beckoned, making his fingertips ache to touch them. She turned over on her back and sighed in her sleep. He released a shuddering breath as the hem of the nightgown rode up and her sweet pussy came into view.
"Oh, Gretel." He whispered, stroking himself. He loved the way he pleased himself. He liked a heavy grip on the shaft with a looser grip on the helmet. Sometimes he would just get off using the light grip on the head but tonight, he was trying to make it feel as if she were doing it. He bit back a groan as the visual of that act flooded his brain. Her small hand wrapped around his heated flesh, her tiny tongue tickling his piss hole and swirling around the head.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum. Swallow it! Yes!" His quiet hiss accompanied a low groan as he pumped his seed into his hand, jerking with each spurt. He imagined being inside her and pumping deep within, her warm body wrapped around his, her tongue in his mouth. He used his washcloth to clean up and settled back in beside her, his heart pounding like a drum.
Yes, dear Gretel. I will always take care of you...
* * * * *
"Kids! Kids, come on and get up! We have wood to gather!"
Hansel and Gretel arose from their beds and dressed, joining their parents outside. While her parents were talking in private, he used the time to stuff his pockets full of the white rocks that made up part of the entrance path. The foursome set off, heading deep into the forest. Hansel kept his arm around his sister, taking the time to drop a rock every once-in-a-while. When they reached the interior of the forest, they started a fire to stay warm and everyone went to gather wood. Once they'd gathered enough to keep the fire going, the mother told her children to sit down and stay warm, giving them a slice of bread for dinner.
The warmth of the fire lulled them to sleep and when they awoke, they were alone and it was night.
"Hansel! Wake up!" Hansel was slow to wake, warmed by the fire. He blinked in confusion. "Wake up! They've left us!"
"That's okay." He stood and helped her to stand. "Look."
The white stones he'd put in his pockets shone brightly in the moonlight and it was easy to find the way back home. They knocked at the door and were met by their mother.
"There you are! You sure slept a long time!"
It was a few months before Hansel and Gretel heard those hurtful words again. Late one night, their mother said, "We're down to a half loaf of bread. We have to take the kids out into the woods again. This time, we'll take them farther out."
Again, Gretel cried, curling her trembling body around Hansel and sobbing silently into the crook of his shoulder. "Quiet, sweetie." He rubbed her back again, holding her close. "We were fine before. We'll be fine this time."
"Oh, Hansel, how can you be sure?"
