by Reed James
“Gretel!” Hansel shouted in relief as the girl turned and shoved the collar at the witch.
It snapped around Mistress's neck
She froze, the enchantment striking her. The stone began consuming her feet, working up slowly as the witch stood frozen, her hand on the hilt of the knife, on the verge of ripping it out and using it on the siblings.
Hansel pressed into Gretel from behind, the clothespins rubbing on the trembling girl's back. “You saved me.”
“I'm so sorry,” Gretel gasped, turning from the witch to stare up into her futa-sister's eyes. “She... I...”
“I know,” Hansel said. “I know. She's a witch.”
Gretel kissed her futa-sister while behind her the futa-witch became stone, locked in a pose of shock and horror. Gretel didn't care. Her heart exulted at the soft feel of her futa-sister's lips, sharing their forbidden love. As they kissed, she reached behind Gretel and pulled the pins out of her manacles. The metal restraints fell to the floor.
Hansel embraced her with a desperate passion, pulling their bodies tight.
Gretel felt the clothespins and gasped, pulling away from Hansel. “I'm so sorry. This must hurt so much.”
Hansel smiled. “I...I liked it, too. When you hurt me, it makes me feel good.”
Gretel blushed. She grabbed the clothespin and yanked it off her futa-sister's fat nub. Hansel's moan of pain made Gretel's pussy clench, her heart beating faster. “I...I think I like hurting you. Spanking you. Making you whimper. You are so pretty when you cry. But I also like making you feel good.”
Gretel bent down and sucked on her futa-sister's abused nipple. She swirled her tongue around the pink nub, savoring it between her lips. Hansel's nipples were three times as large as her own. She shivered, her pussy clenching as she soothed it with her mouth.
Her hand found the other clothespin, pulling it off. Hansel let out another gasping moan. And Gretel had another nipple to soothe.
“I love you so much, sweet sister,” Hansel groaned, her hands stroking Gretel's pigtails.
Gretel flicked her eyes upward, her hands cupping her futa-stepsister's pillowy breasts, and smiled with her eyes. They gazed into each other's blue depths, Gretel sucking hard, Hansel whimpering in pleasure, and shared their love for each other.
Gretel's pussy grew hotter and hotter. Juices trickled down her thighs as she nibbled and sucked and soothed her futa-sister's nipples. The girl went back and forth, nipping and loving them. She batted them with her tongue while her hands massage the pillowy mounds.
“Oh, Gretel, you are so wonderful. You spoil me.”
“I'm just beginning to spoil you,” Gretel purred, pushing her sister backward towards the bed.
She savored Hansel's wince of pain as she sank on the soft bed. I'm going to whip your ass again. I know you'll love it. But right now she wanted to give her futa-sister pleasure. She pushed Hansel onto her back and noticed the butt-plug's knob peeking out of her sister's butt-cheeks.
She grabbed it and tugged on it, but Hansel moaned, “Leave it in. It feels so naughty in me.”
Gretel grinned up her futa-sister's body. “Okay, my dear futa-sister.”
Then she buried her face into Hansel's snatch, making the futa's cock twitch and throb as it thrust out of her pussy lips. The futa's blonde bush tickled Gretel's face as she tasted her futa-sister's tangy juices. She ran her tongue over and over through the folds, making Hansel whimper and moan.
Gretel feasted. Her tongue washed through her futa-sister's pussy lips, gathering up every tangy drop of cream she could find. She sucked on the futa's labia and nibbled on them. Hansel shuddered, her dick twitching.
“Oh, my sweet sister,” groaned the futa. “Oh, yes, you spoil me.”
“Always,” Gretel moaned before burying back into her futa-stepsister's pussy.
She tongued and licked, drinking the tangy ambrosia with the same enthusiasm her futa-sister had devoured her sweet cream. She plunged deep into her sheath, swirling around through the very tunnel she'd deflowered with the dildo.
That was fun.
Then she flicked her tongue up to the base of her futa-sister's cock. A hunger surged through Gretel to taste salty cum once more. She climbed up and up the shaft, dragging her tongue. She gaze up at Hansel, a big grin on her round face, her blue eyes smoldering.
“Thank you, sweet sister,” groaned Hansel. “I loved it when you sucked my cock yesterday.”
“So did I,” Gretel grinned. “I love your cum firing into my mouth. So your cock has to be available whenever I want it, dear futa-sister.”
“Always!” Hansel moaned. “I'm yours, sweet sister. Yours!”
The words made Gretel shiver. The submission thrilled her. She engulfed her futa-sister's cock, sucking on it hard. The shaft throbbed in her mouth. Yummy precum coated her tongue as she swirled it around Hansel's throbbing tip.
You taste delicious, dear futa-sister.
Hansel whimpered, her face contorting every time Gretel sucked. The girl felt like a puppeteer playing with a marionette, controlling her futa-sister just by the way she sucked and swirled her tongue. Gretel's pussy grew hotter and hotter, itching to be touched as she savored the power she had over her futa-sister.
“Love you,” groaned Hansel, her hands seizing those big, soft tits. She squeezed them, playing with them while Gretel watched.
And sucked so hard.
More and more precum flooded her mouth. She savored each drop while eager for Hansel's true flood. Gretel's right hand stroked her futa-sister's soaked bush, finding wet pussy lips. Hansel gasped, trembling as Gretel's fingers penetrated her depths.
Hot and sucking, clenching down on her fingers. Gretel's own pussy tightened in envy, wanting to feel something penetrate her depths. She shuddered, pumping her digits faster and faster, sucking so hard as she wiggled her hips, fighting her horniness. She controlled herself as she loved her futa-sister.
“Gretel, yes!” gasped Hansel, her pussy squeezing tight on Gretel's plunging fingers. “Goddess in Heaven!”
And then that wonderful moment arrived. Salty and hot futa-cum fired into Gretel's sucking mouth. She closed her eyes, gulping down the delicious passion of her futa-sister. She pumped her fingers through Hansel's spasming pussy, listening to the futa's moans of rapture.
Her body bucked. Her big tits jiggled. Her girl-cock fired more blasts of cum into Gretel's hungry mouth.
And she gulped them all down.
The creamy treat coated her esophagus and warmed her belly. It basted the insides of her mouth, her tongue. The salty delight lingered on her taste buds. She held the last blast in her mouth while Hansel whimpered.
Then she threw herself up her futa-sister's curvy body.
She ground her pussy into her futa-sister's girl-cock as she planted a hot kiss on Hansel's mouth. Gretel shoveled futa-cum into Hansel's mouth. The Futa whimpered, her tongue passing it back. They kissed hard, fast, savoring the salty delight while their nipples rubbed together.
Hansel's dick stayed hard beneath her wet pussy, youthful passion burning through them both.
Gretel broke the kiss, grinning at her. “I need you in me. I need my futa-sister's wonderful cock filling me.”
“Do it,” Hansel moaned. “It's your cock, sweet sister. Use it! I just want to love you.”
Gretel savored the submission. She was glad Mistress taught her a few things about domination. But it was so much more fun to take the futa she loved in hand instead of just a futa-whore. Love made Hansel's surrender even more exciting.
“Sweet sister!” gasped Hansel as Gretel pressed her pussy back into the tip of the futa's big dick.
“Mmm, I missed this cock. I wish I never fucked Mistress's dick.”
“I missed your pussy,” panted Hansel as Gretel worked her pussy farther and farther down the big shaft. “I wished I never fucked our step-mother.”
Gretel only whimpered. Her futa-sister's girth stretched out her pussy wider and wider. She wigg
Then she rose on her hands, her hips swiveling in circles, swirling that amazing cock through her hot pussy. She stared down at her futa-sister, savoring her big dick. Then she moved her hips, pumping her tight pussy up and down her older futa-sister's cock.
“Oh, my sweet sister!” groaned Hansel, her hand sliding up to cup Gretel's small tits. “Love me.”
“Every day, dear futa-sister!”
Gretel groaned, the pleasure burning through her pussy as she slid it up and down Hansel's throbbing dick. She arched her back, the friction so sweet. Rapture burned through her as she pumped her hips. She had no doubts. No fears. No confusion.
Their forbidden love felt right. Was right.
Her pigtails swayed about her face as she groaned and gasped. She worked her hips faster and faster, pumping up and down her futa-sister's big dick. Her flesh gripped it, increasing the friction, the pleasure. Waves of heat washed through her body.
Making her gasp and groan.
Her blue eyes fluttered. She licked her lips, grinding her clit into her futa-sister's pubic bone. Ticklish delight rippled through her pussy. She groaned, squeezing down hard on the thick shaft as she slid her pussy up the futa's dick.
“Goddess in Heaven!” gasped Hansel, her blue eyes widening. “Oh, sweet sister, your pussy is amazing.”
“Better than our step-mother's?”
“So much better than that bitch,” she moaned, squeezing Gretel's breasts, thumbs rubbing across the girl's throbbing nipples.
Delight shot down to her pussy. “Good,” Gretel moaned. “And your futa-dick is so much better than that witch's.”
Gretel spoke the truth. Hansel was thicker, longer. And even she wasn't, even if she possessed a tiny cock, it was still the dick of her futa-sister. The futa she loved. She cherished. Gretel would care and dominate Hansel every day. They would find a place to live as futa and wife.
She pumped her pussy faster, the fantasy surging through her. She whimpered, her pussy growing tighter and hotter. Her orgasm built in her, stirred by Hansel's amazing futa-dick. Gretel shuddered, her tits jiggling in Hansel's hands.
“Cum on my cock, sweet sister,” panted Hansel. “I can see it in your face. Take your pleasure on my dick.”
“Then you'll cum in me!” Gretel commanded. “I want to feel your seed flood my pussy.”
“Yes, sweet sister!” Hansel moaned.
Gretel slammed her pussy hard down her futa-sister's cock. She shuddered, her clit throbbing as it ground through Hansel's bush and brushed her pubic bone. Sparks shot through her hot cunt. Her snatch clenched on her futa-sister's girl-dick.
Gretel's body spasmed.
Her pussy convulsed.
Hot flesh massaged Hansel's dick as Gretel bucked. Her hips rose and fell, working her cumming pussy up and down her futa-sister's hard cock. Rapture flooded through her body, washing through her mind.
Ecstasy danced stars across her vision.
“I love you, Hansel!” the girl screeched, collapsing forward onto her futa-sister's pillowy tits, her body writhing. “Dump your cum in me. Love me, too!”
“I'll always love you!” Hansel moaned, her hips thrusting upward, fucking her cock in and out of her sister's spasming pussy.
Gretel kissed her futa-sister hard on the mouth. Her orgasm raged through her pussy. Her hips kept working, pumping her cunt up and down her futa-sister's dick. The dominating, little sister burned to please Hansel.
Hansel's hands grabbed Gretel's asscheeks, squeezing both of them. Then the futa moaned into their kiss. Hot cum spurted into Gretel's snatch. She shivered, feeling the jizz splash against the depths of her cunt.
Her pussy came again.
She screamed her rapture into her futa-sister's mouth. She trembled atop her submissive Hansel. Her pussy milked out every drop of cum as ecstasy boiled through her body. They shared their rapture together.
And Gretel loved that. She moaned and gasped. She drank in the rapture that shot through her body. She ground her clit into her futa-sister's pubic mound. They shared their passion with every moan, with every gasp, and with every cry of passion.
Then they collapsed in sweaty passion. They broke the kiss, Gretel resting her head on her futa-sister's breasts. She hugged them to her face, savoring the feel of Hansel's futa-dick softening in her pussy but remaining in her.
“What are we going to do?” Hansel asked. “Where are we going to go?”
“We're going to make love here all day,” Gretel said. “Then tomorrow, we'll ransack the witch's house, take what we can. She has food. Maybe she has coin. Then we're going to find a village. Start our home. You'll be my futa-wife. My secret futa-sister-wife.”
Gretel's futa-stepsister smiled. “I'd love that. I love you, Gretel.”
She smiled up at her futa-sister. “With all my heart. I'm never letting you go. I own you.”
Hansel blushed so prettily. “Maybe...”
“What?”
“Never mind.”
Gretel shook her head. “No, you're going to tell me right now.”
Hansel smiled, “Yes, sweet sister. I was wondering... Maybe... You could find me a collar. I could wear it. Just so we both know.”
Tears beaded Gretel's eyes. She nodded her head. “I promise you I'll find something.”
It was at that point when the door opened and a futa broke in. She stood in stained leathers, her blonde hair pulled back in a tight bun, twigs and leaves caught in her hair. A wicked wood axe gleamed, clutched in her hand.
“You witch, you won't...” Hansel's futa-mother (and Gretel's futa-stepmother) trailed off, staring at the petrified statue of the witch then at her two children entwined on the bed.
The step-siblings clutched at each other. “Futa-mother,” Hansel said, “I didn't force myself on Gretel!”
“It's not like Mother said,” Gretel blurted out at the same time. “Hansel didn't force himself on me. Or her. Mother did the forcing.”
“I know,” their futa-mother said, her voice a throaty contralto. She averted her gaze from her naked, adult children. “When I came home last night, her lies were so transparent. Hansel would never hurt you, Gretel.”
“How did you know that?” Gretel asked, trembling, unable to move from atop her futa-sister, cheeks burning with embarrassment at being caught by her futa-stepmother.
“Because she's always loved you.”
“You know, Futa-Mother?” gasped Hansel, squirming beneath Gretel.
Their futa-mother nodded her head, leaning on her wood axe's haft.
“And you're not mad?” Hansel continued. “She's my step-sister. It's forbidden.”
“I'm not mad.” Their futa-mother swallowed. “It's not...what I would have wished for either of you, but you love each other. I know what that's like. I loved both your mothers.” Wistful sadness entered the futa's voice. “I miss them both. I won't stand in the way of your affections.”
“And your current wife?” Gretel asked, voice hard.
“I threw her out,” the futa growled. “Then I came out into the woods. I followed your trail. You wandered in such circles. And then when it led towards the witches cottage...” She shook her head. “I feared the worst.”
“Gretel killed her,” Hansel said, sounding proud. “She rescued me.”
Gretel blushed, squirming atop her futa-sister and lover.
“Well, get dressed. I'll be waiting outside.” Their futa-mother slipped out of the cottage.
Gretel beamed at her futa-sister. “See, it all worked out.”
The two disentangled themselves and dressed. But not before Gretel grabbed a sack and pulled a few of the witch's toys off the walls: a paddle, several flails, a pair of manacles, and a riding crop. Hansel added the clothespins and the strap-on dildo that Gretel had wielded and used to take the futa's cherry.
Two months later, they were married. They had to use a priest from two villages over, but they were so happy. The priest did find it strange when Gretel tied a black ribbon about her new futa-wife's neck but didn't question it as Hansel cried for joy.
And Hansel wore the ribbon whenever she left their home, proving, even if no one else knew it, that her sweet sister owned her. But in private, she wore a thick, leather collar, gasping out in joy as Gretel fucked her from behind with her leather dildo.
And they lived happily ever after. Though their neighbors did wonder about the sounds of spankings coming from their house late at night.
The END
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