“Yeah.”
Gretel paused, her heart palpitating in her chest. Her brother could sense it.
“What’s’a matter? What ya thinkin’?”
Gretel bit her lip. “What if ya wasn’t a virgin no more?” she asked tentatively.
Hansel frowned deeply. “Well, I don’t know. Guess it would screw things up for the witch, but . . .” He paused, suddenly understanding the implication of his sister’s words. His head snapped about, eyes seeking Gretel’s in the dark. “Ya can’t be serious, Greta.”
She swallowed nervously. “I-I was just thinkin’...I mean, if it’s so damn important that ya gotta be a virgin for some kind’a spell or somethin’, then maybe if ya wasn’t a virgin’, it’d, like, really mess things up. Maybe she’d shrivel up an’ melt inta, like, a puddle, or somethin'.”
Hansel turned so that he was directly facing Gretel. “But, sis, I mean, come on. Brothers and sisters ain’t supposed ta screw. That’s, what’cha’callit. Incest.”
Gretel scoffed loudly. “An’ me suckin’ ya off ain’t? ‘Sides, what if it works?”
Hansel’s shoulders slumped. “I-I don’t know,” he said. “It’s wrong. Like, Hell an’ damnation wrong.”
Gretel stared at her brother, mustering up as much strength as she could in an attempt to send it to him. “Ain’t no right nor wrong right now, Han. It’s just us and her.”
“But what if it don’t work?” he asked.
“An’ what if it does?” she cried emphatically. “Look, if I could think’a somethin’ else, I’d tell ya!”
Hansel fell silent, contemplating his twin’s idea. It made sense in a strange, desperate sort of way, that much he had to admit. There was no doubt that Greta turned him on, though he was reluctant to admit it. The previous few days, he had, in some small but growing way, anticipated Ginger’s visits, aroused in the knowledge that he would be enjoying his beautiful sister’s sexual talents.
In truth, the only thing that made him hesitate was the base taboo of incest. Once Hansel realized that, he also realized that the fact that he and Gretel were brother and sister was little more than a technicality.
If it works, then we might be able t’ get outta this, he thought. And if it don’t...well, least I wouldn’t’a given up my cherry t’ some ugly old hag.
Slowly, Hansel lifted his head, meeting Gretel’s gaze through the bars. He did not have to speak, nor even nod. His compliance was understood.
Gretel fidgeted nervously, aware of her growing arousal. The idea of coupling with her brother had occurred to her over the previous days, and the idea of it had slowly been simmering like a well-made stew with choice ingredients within her mind. Now that the reality of that desire was imminent, Gretel found her body responding appropriately.
“O-okay, um,” Hansel began, voice breaking. “I guess ya can stand up and, uh, turn ‘round, kind'a--”
Gretel reached with both hands through the bars, taking her brother’s hands. The nervousness radiating from him made her feel conversely more calm. “Han,” she said softly. “Stand up.”
Hansel took a few breaths, trying to control the shaking that seemed to begin in his bones and charge outward through his body. His mouth was dry, his mind clouded by...fear? Passion, perhaps? He did not know. The only thoughts his brain could produce were images of his naked sister, on her knees before him, soft pink lips coaxing out the milky gift of semen from his body.
Without a word, Hansel stood, presenting his growing penis to his twin. He shivered a bit when his body pressed against the cold steel bars, then again when he felt Gretel’s hands caress his stiffening shaft. A groan of pleasure fell from his lips when the warm envelop of Gretel’s mouth encased him, submerging his cock in exquisite, massaging wetness.
“Mmm...” Gretel’s enjoyment was palpable to Hansel, destroying whatever lingering doubts or fears or thoughts of damnation that remained. He did not even think that making love to his sister might possibly save them. He only thought how delicious her mouth felt, how incredibly massaging her fingers and hands were as they stroked and fluttered along his shaft and swollen testicles.
For several sweet, tender moments, Hansel held onto the bars for support as Gretel pleasured him with her mouth. She did not need to do so to make him erect or ready, she knew; she did so because she enjoyed it, because this time, this one time, it was just she and her brother and the love they had always shared, love that was now being taken to a new height.
Gretel suckled him slowly, carefully and lovingly massaging every inch of the throbbing shaft she could get into her mouth. Her tongue fondled every bump, every vein, rubbing against the sleek, spongy firmness of the head of his cock. Her hands gripped the warm shaft, feeling the pulsing of her brother’s heart through it, and cradled the soft, distended sacs beneath. She did not suck with the intention of making him erupt. Rather, she wanted to savor the act itself.
Still, her ministrations eventually had Hansel panting and moaning with impending bliss, and he pushed out with his hips, instinctively wanting the release Gretel’s skill promised to provide. But, just moments from heaven, Gretel pulled back, leaving Hansel’s cock wet and straining in the cool night air.
“Not yet,” she whispered, pushing to her feet. She stared upon her brother, her own eyes heavy with lust. “Inside me.”
Hansel wavered a moment, swaying on faulty feet. He clenched the bars more tightly in his hands, and nodded. “Turn ‘round,” he said.
Gretel grinned, then did so, bending at the waist and pushing her hips back, legs straight and slightly spread, hands reaching back to hold her firm cheeks apart. The glistening wetness of her sex was just visible to Hansel in the darkness. More apparent was the tart, spicy scent of his sister’s arousal.
“Hold still,” Gretel whispered, looking over her shoulder as she moved back against her brother. The head of his cock touched the slippery, searing folds of her sex. The twins moaned in unison. Gretel’s mouth fell slack, lips slowly stretching with a smile as she felt the firm head of Hansel’s cock slide past her labia, against the tight opening, and into the snug, sucking depths beyond.
“Oh, God!” groaned Hansel, arching his back deeply in pleasure, savoring the snug heat, the rippling and sucking motions of Gretel’s tunnel. It felt as if dozens of tiny kneading hands were pulling his cock inside her, guiding him to the deep, burning center of her sex.
Gretel moaned and moved her hands from her cheeks, placing them upon the bars behind her, pulling herself against them so that Hansel’s cock was firmly seated inside. Her body quaked with pleasure; for long moments, she held him there, relishing the fullness, the faint twitches and pulses of their shared passion.
“Greta...oh, God, Greta...”
“Shh. It gets better,” she whispered with a grin, then pushed forward slowly, eyelids fluttering with pleasure as Hansel’s cock slid sublimely between her slippery folds. Just before the head of her brother’s penis was to slip free, Gretel jerked herself back, impaling herself once more with a short, sharp cry. That cry was echoed by another loud groan from Hansel’s throat.
Back and forth, slowly at first and then with more desperation and need, Gretel rocked against the cage, sinking Hansel’s cock inside her again and again. She reached one hand between them and stroked her insistent clitoris, making her tunnel spasm around her twin’s shaft. Hansel abandoned his grip on the bars in favor of running his hands across Gretel’s taut cheeks and narrow lower back. He matched her movements perfectly, pushing and pulling when she did.
The cages rocked, metal clapping against metal. The witch’s claim that every room in her abode had been magicked to prevent any sound from escaping from one room to another was one the twins hoped was true, not that they would have stopped had Ginger come storming into the chamber.
Harder and faster, sister rocked against brother. Pants and gasps, moans and groans filled the air, as thick and cloying as the sweet scent of their lovemaking. Hansel felt his release building, his pl
easure mounting. He knew Gretel’s passion was quickly cascading like a waterfall as well, eager to reach the glorious pool that awaited her.
“Greta! G-Greta!”
“H-Hansel! Oh, God!”
Once more grasping the bars between them, Greta shoved back deeply, feeling her brother’s cock spearing deep within her womb. Simultaneously, Hansel shoved forward as far as he could reach, catching his breath as the tremors of orgasm exploded through his body, matching the roiling wave of release which washed through Gretel’s spasming form.
For many moments, neither of them moved. All that could be heard within the room was the labored breath of lovers slowly returning from the highest cloud of pleasure. The warmth of Hansel’s seed was a radiance within Gretel’s womb that slowly spread throughout her body, eliciting a smile of satisfaction upon her sweaty face. Her internal muscles rippled and sucked with aftershocks, making Hansel wince and hiss with a mixture of pleasure and pain he had never known before.
“S-slowly,” murmured Gretel, gingerly easing forward, feeling the slick, tumescent length of flesh gliding out from within. Hansel held still until he was released from the sweet grip of his sister’s tunnel, upon which he groaned. He leaned against the bars for support, breathing in sharply when Gretel turned about, dropping to her knees, her eager mouth cleaning his penis of the evidence of their coupling.
His twin finally stood, slipping her arms through the bars and hugging Hansel tightly. He was just able to kiss her temple and caress her back.
“Han.”
“Y-yeah...”
“Ya ain’t no virgin no more.”
Hansel began chuckling like a drunken fool, a chuckle which turned into an idiotic laugh. “Ya know somethin’?”
Gretel breathed in, inhaling the scent of their lovemaking. Never had it smelled so sweet. “What?”
“Right now,” Hansel said. “I don’t care if it’s gonna work or not.”
Feeling her brother’s chest against her cheek, Gretel smiled.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The twins were anxious the following morning when the door opened and Ginger returned, clad in a shimmering, dark silk robe which revealed glimpses of her abundant cleavage and lean, strong thighs. As with the days before, she carried a food-laden tray with her, setting it down upon the floor before the cages of her captives. Her eyes glittered with anticipation, focused almost solely upon Hansel.
“This is our day, my love,” she said with all the air of an obsessed lover.
Hansel took up his plate, regarding Ginger sourly. “I ain’t your ‘love,’” he said. “I only doin’ this ‘cause I got no choice.”
The witch wasn’t the least bit perturbed by Hansel’s words. “I suppose it doesn’t really matter,” she said. “So long as the deed is done. And it will be done.”
Hansel grumbled, but remained silent throughout the meal, sharing worried and speculative looks with his sister. Anxiety was like a binding cord between them, vibrating with the tension they felt. They had no way of knowing if their incestuous coupling would result in liberation, or the harshest of punishments.
Whatever happens, I love ya, Greta.
She stared back, eyes watering. Love ya too, Han.
* * * *
The twins were surprised when Ginger ordered them both from their cages and to the bathroom. Gretel showered first, redfaced beneath the spray since both the witch and her brother watched. It seemed Ginger wished no end of humiliation upon them, even commenting on how Gretel washed between her thighs. Then it was Hansel’s turn, as Gretel toweled.
“Wash that gorgeous cock thoroughly, Hansel,” Ginger purred, licking her lips with anticipation. “My, my. You truly have a wonderful body, young man.”
The witch’s praise was anything but flattering. The knowledge of what he was being forced to do, after having seen Ginger’s true form, sent a taste of bile into his throat. He tried to find comfort and encouragement in his twin; although it was there, it was tempered with the despair they shared, the uncertainty of their plan, such as it was.
“That’s clean enough, Hansel,” Ginger said sharply, reaching into the stall to switch off the water. She handed him a towel impatiently, snatching it away from him after only a few moments. Obviously, Ginger was anxious to perform her ‘ritual.’
Hansel and Gretel were marched through the kitchen, which was pristine as usual. The twins wondered peripherally as to where the witch’s help was; someone had to be getting the kitchen ready for the day, yet there was no one else about. How did the witch service her customers, if she ran the diner alone?
In fact, the only piece of equipment that appeared to be ready was the immense furnace, radiating infernally as the twins passed it by. They could feel the heat against their skin, like standing too close to the sun. Hansel’s arm brushed the large handle on the grill-like door, resulting in seared flesh and burned hair. His cry of shock and pain startled Gretel, who screeched as well.
“Be careful what you touch, Hansel,” Ginger warned sarcastically.
He said nothing, giving the witch a dark look before continuing on toward a large door at the opposite end of the kitchen. “Through there, children,” Ginger directed.
I hope it’s over quick, Hansel thought morosely, and pushed open the door. The bedchamber beyond was nothing like either of the twins would expect from a foul, evil witch. They had imagined thick, dark candles dripping with wax, spiderwebs coating the ceiling, and some dirty old bed with soiled sheets that stank like a dog kennel.
Instead, they entered a room that would have impressed Alver Crowley, the richest man in Brimstone. The walls were painted a deep crimson, accentuated with dark wooden runners and baseboards. The furniture was ornate, classically impressive, and kept well, all of it constructed of polished, oiled cherry or mahogany. Dominating the room was an immense four-poster bed, draped with pale silk sheets and a turned-down burgundy blanket, thick pillows piled at the head.
The sound of the door closing behind them startled the twins from their impressed perusal of the room. Ginger gave them a sneering look as she stepped past, turning at the foot of the bed to face her imminent lover.
“Try the door, Gretel,” she directed, without taking her eyes from the hungry survey she made of Hansel’s body.
Gretel did not budge, instead glaring at the witch. “Why?” she asked rhetorically. “It ain’t gonna open. I ain’t dumb.”
Ginger chuckled. “So you’ve learned to accept your fate,” Ginger said. “That’s good. It will serve you well.”
Gretel swallowed nervously. What's she mean by that?
“I’ll make ya a deal,” Hansel offered. “I do what ya want, but ya let my sister go.”
Ginger cackled loudly, the sound reverberating off the walls and assaulting the twins’ ears. It faded to a soft, evil laugh as Ginger shook her head. “No, you will do what I want because I’ll kill your sister and call her meat loaf if you don’t.”
Hansel ground his teeth angrily. He looked to Gretel apologetically. I don’t wanna do it, but I gotta.
She stared back sagely. I know.
Ginger snickered again. “Let’s not ruin the moment, my dear,” she said. “A young man’s first time should be special, after all. Gretel, why don’t you have a seat?”
Gretel touched her brother’s hand reassuringly, before stepping away toward a large, carved chair made of cherry in the corner. She sat down reluctantly, fighting the impulse to run. But she would not leave her brother. She could not. The only thing that gave her hope was that the deed she and Hansel had committed the evening before would somehow lead to their salvation.
So she lowered herself to her seat, watching with a sense of morbid curiosity as Hansel approached the witch. Ginger untied the belt of the robe, letting the garment slip from her shoulders to fall with a whisper around her feet.
Hansel stopped for a moment, staring at the physical beauty of the woman before him. Though he knew—or, at the least, suspected—that Ginger’s
appearance was the result of some potion or spell, he could not help but admire what his eyes beheld. Strong yet supple, toned yet voluptuous, the nude woman before him was exotically, supernaturally, perfect.
Enormous breasts hovered upon her chest, like balloons resisting the pull of gravity, capped with thick pink nipples which puckered like minute fish mouths. A slender torso below, replete with flat belly containing a hint of softness, drew Hansel’s eye to the perfectly sculpted nest of bright, flame-hued curls above the witch’s plump sex. Her legs were long, toned, athletic without being overly muscular, ending in dainty feet with the nails painted to match those upon Ginger’s slender fingers.
The witch smiled, impressed with herself upon witnessing Hansel’s interested and aroused expression. The young man’s cock began stiffening, filling out and rising before him. “You want this body,” she said softly. “I can tell. Well, it’s all yours, lover. Take me any way you’ve ever wanted to take a woman.”
Hansel struggled to restrain his libido, but such an effort was far too Herculean. Part of his mind tried to remind him of Ginger’s hideousness, of the leathery skin and snarling teeth, the claw-like hands and sulfuric breath. But that part was growing tinier and tinier, as if the rapidly-growing arousal in his mind was crowding out all other thoughts or considerations.
Gretel grimaced, squirming in her chair as she watched her brother step forward, reaching out to touch the witch. His hands went for the ridiculously large breasts, and Ginger sighed, pushing out her bosom, encouraging Hansel’s clumsy gropes. She did not mind as he squeezed and kneaded the heavy, firm globes, as he caressed and pinched the stiff nipples, finally lowering his head to take them in his mouth.
“Yes, Hansel, that’s it,” whispered Ginger, her pale cheeks beginning to color. She reclined slowly onto the bed, bringing her young lover with her. “Go on, bite them. I like that.”
Hansel groaned, thinking of nothing but what his Id, his cock, demanded. Bracing his hands upon the bed, he pulled on one of Ginger’s stiff nipples with his mouth, sucking hard and grazing it with his teeth. Freeing it, he descended upon the other, this time pushing his teeth into the rubbery, firm protrusion. Lust hissed from Ginger’s lips as she lightly raked her nails across Hansel’s back. She spread her legs widely, giving Gretel a glimpse of the glistening, bright pink folds of her labia before Hansel’s body obscured the view.
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