The Real Story of Hansel and Gretel_New October 30

[TeenFan]

The Real Story of Hansel and Gretel
Chapter 1. The cottage near the woods


Way back a long time ago, at the edge of a deep, dark forest, stood a little cottage where Hansel and Gretel lived. At fourteen years old,
Hansel was tall for his age, lean and exceedingly handsome. The son of a woodcutter, he has a strong grip with arms that are nicely muscled.
Hansel's curly blond hair was much talked about by the girls of the village nearby. Many a young maiden blushed and batted her eyes when
Hansel spoke to them. Hansel could have played around with the village girls, but he was completely devoted to his sister, Gretel.

The sister's silky-smooth vanilla creme hair matches the brother's in color, but hers is straight. Their eyes are a perfect match, light brown
like clover honey. Every adult in the village said twelve year old Gretel was most adorable with a sweet disposition. Everyone loved and
respected Hansel and Gretel, everyone except for their stepmother.

Hansel and Gretel's father is a strong man physically; he was weak of mind and let his new wife henpeck him constantly. Whatever the wife
wanted she got. What the wife doesn't want is children. From the beginning of the marriage the stepmother considered the two kids to be
nothing but a nuisance, little more than competition for food and resources. Stepmom is the opposite of her tall and slender husband,
being round cheeked with thick calves and being of normal height for a woman. Stepmom loves to eat, and her body is shaped accordingly.

This region of Germany is in the grips of a severe drought. Many of the crops have failed. The entire garden at the cottage has dried up and
withered away to husks and weeds. At mid-summer, Hansel's britches fit more loosely than they did the previous winter. This was due to the
family having less food to eat. This was due to Hansel giving a portion of his own meals to the sister. It's hard to tell, but underneath the
layers of clothing, little Gretel was plumping out nicely in all the places a young lady should. The blossoming is in progress as the girl nears
the teenage years.

Even though the big brother kindly and willingly shared his portion with Gretel, the stepmom ranted and raved at the cost of feeding the
children. As the daughter of the village Pig Keeper, the stepmom grew up without missing a meal. Stepmom is conditioned to having
bacon for breakfast, ham for lunch, and pork chops for dinner. Ever since she married the woodcutter it's been barbecued bony squirrel or
possum pot pie with a side of beans. Oatmeal and barley cakes is the typical breakfast, and she's just about had enough of it.

With the drought so severe, the stream near the house is nearly dried up. It takes more effort to get down to the lower level of the stream
to fill a bucket of water. It takes many buckets to fill the four feet long oval shaped wooden tub. Two times each week Hansel and Gretel
each carried two pails of water from the creek to the cottage, a trip of nearly 100 meters. On bathing days, the stepmom kicks the two
children out of the house when she takes her bath. The children did all the work; the stepmom bathes in the water at its freshest and
cleanest. Then Gretel was allowed in the house to take her bath. Finally, when the water is murky gray, Hansel is allowed his bath.
Of course stepmom and sister remain inside as Hansel sits in the tub, which is in the kitchen near the stove. Gretel doesn't look over very
often, mostly keeping her focus on her chores in the kitchen as Hansel attempts to maintain his dignity. Most of the time Hansel can
undress and slip into the water while sister's back is turned and stepmom is occupied with something else. But it didn't always work
out that way. Sometimes stepmom used bathtime as a punishment.

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Hansel's shirt is soaked with sweat by the time the third trip from the creek is done. He and Gretel pour the four buckets of water into the
wooden tub. It takes twelve bucket to fill it to the preferred level. The brother/sister pair kept their voices low, walked tippy toe on
the wooden planks. Stepmom is angry. When she is upset, stepmom doesn't like noise. The noise of dishes breaking put stepmom into this
foul mood. In putting away the dishes from breakfast up on the wall shelf, clumsy Gretel didn't notice the family's black cat curled up on the
floor, and she tripped over it. Dinner plates crashed, the cat screeches, Gretel shrieks with surprise and she begins to fall over. The quick
reflexes and Hansel's muscles kept her from hitting the floor. However, in catching his sister, Hansel knocked over the water pitcher which
ended up in a dozen shards on the floor.

Stepmother comes running from the bedroom. Seeing all the ceramic pieces strewn about, stepmother strikes out first asks questions
later. She slaps both the children.

"Such naughty monsters. You broke those on purpose." Stepmom glares at the stepchildren.

"I tripped over the cat. I didn't mean to," Gretel says. The girl was saying she is sorry when she got another slap across the face.

"Don't talk back to me. There are no excuses for breaking good dishes. You will both pay for this. Clean up this mess. After that fetch
water for the tub. It's bath day. I wish I could wash you two right out of my hair and be done with you."

After the tub was filled with water stepmom took her bath while Hansel and Gretel sat on the steps of the front porch. The girl cried as
Hansel tried to comfort her. When the front door opened, Gretel got up to go inside. As soon as the girl is inside the house, stepmom
pokes her head out, "You too, boy. Inside with you."

Hansel gets up, not knowing why he is being asked to come into the house at this particular moment. He is wise enough not to ask
questions, just do as he is told.

Bringing both children to the tub, stepmom makes her intention clear, "I don't have the patience, and you don't have the time to take
separate baths. I have more chores for you to do the rest of the day, so off with your clothes, both of you."

[TeenFan]

This is going to be my Halloween story for this season.
As you know, there is a hungry witch in this old Fairy Tale. However, the story most of you have heard before is the sanitized, cleaned up
version kept to a minimum merely to frighten the little children from straying too far away from home. This true version will scare
the pants off of the grownups.

[flyingmonk]

Well, that is a bit of a twist on the ole tale. Be interesting to see where this goes.

[Themarble]

I know I'm going to enjoy this Halloween tale! And it gets right away with them needing to strip at the end! I can't wait to see what Hansel ends up packing!

[SensoryOverlord]

Cool! Fairlytale porn, I wish there was more of it. Err... well, that I know of.
This should be fun. The nasty stepmother, hopefully has some nasty but hot ideas.

I wonder if 'hungry old witch' implies actual magic? Another potential spicy ingredient in the fairytale stew.

De-sanitize to the max!

[TeenFan]

Hansel and Gretel
Chapter 2. Beyond Basic Bathing


Normally, Gretel is finished with her bath and at least partially dressed when it comes to Hansel getting into the wooden tub. This time,
the brother and sister must undress at the same time. Hansel has on only one layer of clothes, just a shirt and pants, so he is down to
underwear first. Gretel has on an undershirt to match the under-skirt garment. They both hesitate to go further, shyly glancing at
each other.

"Hurry up, or I'll whip the both of you," stepmother wants immediate action.

Gretel is more fearful of getting a spanking, she slips the undershirt off over her head giving her brother the first glimpse he's had of her
chest in a couple years. Two years earlier, Gretel was completely flat chested and skinny. Now at twelve years old, Gretel has gained
some width to the hips, the beginnings of a curvaceous bottom, but her chest is the most developed feature of her feminine form. The
breasts have grown beyond the small mound stage into a pair that easily will turn a boy's head. The plain lower class dresses village girls
wear do little to accentuate their womanly assets. Little Greta has filled out quite a lot since the last time she was seen even partially
naked by her brother. In shame she covers herself with the arms.

Stepmother is not impressed by the stepdaughter's sense of modesty. Stepping up behind Gretel, the under-skirt is yanked down. Gretel
squeals as she steps over the side of the wooden tub. She moves as fast as she could, but not fast enough to prevent Hansel from seeing
his sister's girlhood has only a few wispy strands of blond hair.

Hansel knows he cannot wait any longer. He pulls the underwear down and steps out of them in one swift motion. Stepping into the tub
there is a problem. The tub is not large enough for two people. Gretel got in first, and in a seated position her body takes up three-fourths of
the tub which is only three feet at the widest point, only four feet in length. For Hansel there is standing room only. Not being able to
sit down into the water, he covers himself with the hands.

Normally, there is only one washcloth in the tub. Gretel has this cloth in her hand, though not exactly doing anything with it yet. The
shy girl is trying to keep all of her body under the water, her feet and knees nearly bumping into those of the standing up brother.

"I need a cloth to wash with," Hansel calls out.

Stepmother comes back to the tub, "What you need doesn't matter. I will not have another cloth dirtied getting you filthy children clean.
Hand me that washing cloth, Gretel. I'll take care of this myself." The stepmother kneels down at the side of the tub. She takes the cloth,
begins at the lower part of Hansel's legs which are long with skin perfectly smooth. Firm muscles at the calves and thighs are due to the
type of labor required to assist in moving loads of firewood to town. Hansel is a fine looking fella from the bottom to the top, and his
stepmother wastes no time in washing those legs up toward the groin, but she is not pleased with the placement of the hands.
"Pull those hands away you silly boy. Keep them at your sides until I tell you to move them."

Hansel moves his hands to the hips, revealing a penis that is limp but still several inches in length, though the thickness makes it stick
straight outward more than down. A patch of golden hair is nestled at the top of the shaft like a delicate bird's nest, a weave of silky
smooth strands that reflect the light that comes in through several open windows and the open doorway. Hanging loosely in a totally
smooth sack of skin, plump testicles are amazingly large for a boy of only fourteen.

"Well...the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," stepmother speaks with disdain. "I caught a glimpse of your father when he was
swimming in Fern Meadow pond. His bull like size is how he ensnared me with his physical charms. And so I ended up the wife
of a guy who spends his days chopping wood for other people to use, and he's gone all day and I have to take care of him at night.
But I must admit your father is quite a sight, and this lad is well on his way. If I knew his children were nearly grown I'd have searched
for a husband someplace else."

Stepmother reaches for a small metal bucket. Dipping this bucket into the tub, this water is poured over Hansel's head to wet the
remaining parts of his body. Starting at the top and working down, every inch of Hansel's body is scrubbed thoroughly. This is the
common method a mother uses to clean her small children, but Hansel is no long young or small. The young teenager is already the same
height as the stepmother, and that means there is a lot of body to wash. As the cloth is rubbed on the skin of his back followed by the
arms, armpits, and chest, Hansel can't help but look downward at his penis sticking out. He can't help but notice how his sister tries to
look away, but her gaze keeps coming back. By the time the stomach is being washed, Gretel no longer looks away but stares with
growing interest as she watches a penis that grows larger by several more inches.

Stepmother pauses as she glances down at the lewd display. "Boys this age just can't control themselves, can they? They are naughty
with dirty thoughts constantly running around their pea sized brains." The washcloth slides over the firm curves of the stepson's rear.
"Spread those cheeks," she says as the fingers push the cloth into a more sensitive area. As the fingers press the cloth into the crack,
pressing hard, Hansel's face shows signs of strain. The penis suddenly lurches upward another notch. Gretel gasps upon seeing a shiny
pinkish head pop out beyond the cloak of skin that normally covers the end, the head entirely exposed from the pissing slit to the
raised ridge that nearly goes all the way around. This is something Gretel never saw before.

Stepmother has seen something like it before, and she berates the boy. "Such a perverted and evil monster you are. Showing yourself
like that is pure wickedness."

Evil or not, the wicked dick needs to be washed. Stepmother abandons the washcloth, preferring to soap up her bare hands. Without
much gentleness or constraint, Hansel's wicked boy parts are pulled, tugged, squeezed and massaged as the boy winces and grimaces
at the rough treatment. Her grip on the testicles is too tight. Hansel groans when the washing hand strokes the penis. He moans when
stepmother slides a thumb and forefinger all around the glans. Finally, the washing is finished. The metal bucket is used to dump water on
the top head again.

Time to trade places. Gretel must stand as Hansel gets to sit down in the water.

He tries to look away, but his gaze also keeps going back to Gretel's naked body. His sister tried to cover up so stepmom swatted her
on the butt as she said, "Put the hands on your head and keep them there." Stepmom seemed to enjoy putting Gretel on display as the
washcloth rubbed vigorously across the nipples before sliding slowly and inexorably down to that special and magical place between
the legs, that place many boys dream about seeing but never have the chance. A most thorough rubbing up and down the slit, the hand
held cloth reaching between the legs toward the back end, it all has Gretel quivering, moaning with her eyes closed. As the rest of the
legs are cleaned Hansel sees the small amount of pubic hair is basically invisible. Stepmom even made the daughter spread herself wide
down there! As the cloth touches parts that are not normally visible to the eye, Gretel's eyes nearly rolled back in her head, whimpering
like a lost puppy dog.

Hansel stayed hard the whole time seated in the tub. With such a view before him, how could it be otherwise? Upon standing up, Hansel
got another berating, a literal verbal beating. Hansel got his ass swatted for being guilty of boyish lustful thoughts that caused him to
display himself in such a manner, as stepmother said things like, "Such a vile and filthy beast. Gretel, you stay away from boys. They will
try to stick their thingamajig up your bum hole."

After the bath the tub must be emptied and cleaned. Without dressing first, Hansel and Gretel dragged the water laden tub across the
floor to the front door. At the edge of the porch the tub is tilted until the water begins to slosh out. After being emptied, the tub has to
be wiped down and then carried back inside. Only then were the brother and sister allowed to put clothes on.

[Freesub]

What a chapter! I wonder if they will be required to spen more time naked, perhaps to dry

[flyingmonk]

That's probably one of the most erotic bathing stories I have read.

[Freesub]

That's probably one of the most erotic bathing stories I have read.

It really captured the feeling of trying not to look, but being unable to pass up a chance to stare at the opposite sex naked close up.

[NickTwisp]

Yes, definitely a very descriptive story of bathtime. Well done!