The Real Story of Hansel and Gretel_New November 06

[NickTwisp]

It will be interesting when the female guests arrive the next day & catch a look at Hansel wearing only a small "skirt" which apparently just barely covers his private parts. Did Mrs. L get a look at his penis at all, or did Hansel manage to keep his hands covering after she threw his underpants into the fire?

[SensoryOverlord]

NickTwisp "after she threw his underpants into the fire?"

Actually Hansel threw them in himself. Btw there's a small typo in that too: "and stripping of the undergarment" --> "and stripping OFF the undergarment it gets tossed onto the flickering flames. The wool cloth immediately catches fire and is consumed. Hansel turns around, and holding hands over his groin he walks back ..."

Leckermaul made Hansel burn his own underpants. Because of course she would.


Oh gosh, the venerable and reliable 'several older ladies having tea, attended by the straping young (nearly?) naked youth' trope. This always delivers.
I wonder if there will be magical potions of some kind?

Lady to Scotsman: "So tell me, what is worn under the kilt?"
Scottsman: "Absolutely nothing m'lady. It's all in perfect working order!"

[TeenFan]

Hansel and Gretel
Chapter 6. Working For Food


Morning came bright and early. Actually, it wasn't so bright, the sun was just coming up. In the fireplace even the coals and last burning
embers had gone out and the floor is frigid. Hansel was woken by the nudge of a foot. "Get up and get moving, sweet thing,"
Mrs. Leckermaul says. "If you are cold do some knee bends or stretching to get the blood flowing. Some breakfast for you will be on the
table shortly."

On the table is a bowl of gruel made of oats and rice cooked with water and cream. Not very appetizing, but Hansel had a hearty
appetite that needed a fix. He washed the stuff down with a cup of water. After that less than hearty breakfast, Hansel is taken outside
and shown the woodpile.

Cutting wood is fairly easy if chopping logs into little pieces is easy. Being the son of the village woodcutter, Hansel didn't need any
instruction. Though the morning is cool, an eerie mist hugging close to the ground, the work soon has Hansel warmed up. Even in cooler
weather, Hansel can get heated up enough to get the shirt damp, but wearing no shirt or trousers he stayed cool enough to avoid breaking
into a sweat. Wearing only the strange mini-skirt and shoes, he makes a strange sight as he lifts and swings an axe.

As a small bundle of wood became a pile of chopped stove ready pieces, Gretel came out with a small pail of water.

"Mrs. Leckermaul poured something from two different bottles into the pail. She told me to tell you to drink all of this. It will do you
good she said," Gretel dipped a ladle into the pail of water that has a strange yellowish color to it.

Having chopped wood for several hours, Hansel was ready to take a break. He eagerly accepted the ladle. Yellow the liquid may be,
it didn't taste like lemonade, but it was refreshing though having an odd sort of flavor a little tart but sweet at the same time.
The thirsty brother drank it all down. Gretel took the pail back inside the house as Hansel stays on break a little longer.

Several minutes later, Hansel notices a surge of energy rush through his body. Starting at the tummy, it soon radiated to his shoulders
and legs. Fresh vigor and vitality filled him from top to bottom helping sore muscles get to action again. Hansel renews the
woodcutting chore. Whatever is in that water it did wonders. He feels great like he could chop wood all day long. If he and his
father had this water they easily could double their daily production.

Fifteen minutes later the welcome surge of energy and vitality settled down into another region of Hansel's body. Suddenly the penis
got stiff. Being a healthy fourteen year old with a vivid imagination, getting an erection several times a day is normal. The bulky
and loose-fitting trousers he wore did a sufficient job at hiding any evidence of having those pesky hardons. The thin layers of the
mini-skirt, having been sewn from his sister's undershirt has no creases or folds or pockets to hide anything.

The erection didn't feel like a typical one. This one is much more intense, more rock solid hard than even the ones Hansel has upon
waking up in the morning while having a dream about damsels in distress who need a knight in shining armor rescue them, and somehow
these distressed ladies lost some or all of their clothing while swimming in a river. The erection pushes the front of the skirt outward
and upward at a steep angle, sticking outward nearly six inches more than it did before.

Hansel tries, but there isn't any way to hide the obvious state of arousal. He can't lift it up or tuck it down. He can't slide it over to hug
the hip to stay put which can be done in the old underwear. The dick pushes out and that's the way it is. Not being able to do anything
about it, the boy goes back to chopping wood. He still feels awesome, and he barely notices the wind picking up, the clouds departing,
the mist fading away and the sky becoming brightly filled with golden beams from the sun. Then over the sounds of chopping, he hears
voices, the sounds of conversation coming from just beyond a small grove of apple trees. As if having long distance super hearing,
Mrs. Leckermaul steps out of the cottage. The woman steps up next to the woodpile, and she glances down at the mini-skirt around
Hansel's waist. The woman smiles while winking her left eye, then she turns toward the apple grove.

The previously mentioned visitors come into view, two middle-aged woman and one young girl. The women raise hands to wave
as they continue to advance.

Mrs. Leckermaul yells a greeting, "Greetings Raven Wraithbone. How are you Broomhilda Deathrattle? Welcome to my humble abode
here in Goreslaughter Glen. I see you brought adorable little Evila with you."

His current physical condition not being the best to present himself, Hansel tries to cover the frontside of the mini-skirt using the head
of the axe. He covers just in time as the small group comes near.

"Who is this delectable dish," the woman named Raven asks.
"Yes, where did you find him?" asks the other woman.
The little one, who appears to be around eleven or maybe twelve years old, only stands there as she smiles, her big, wide dark eyes
taking in the sight of a nearly naked boy several years older than herself.

Mrs. Leckermaul pats the boy on the shoulder. "I didn't find him. He and a sister showed up on my doorstep. We will meet Gretel in
short order, but first I introduce you to Hansel. Fourteen years old he is and a strapping young lad, a wee bit too strapping. Now don't
dawdle there boy. Get back to work. The ladies and I must discuss upcoming plans for the holiday season. Go on, what are you
waiting for?"

With three woman watching him, with no place to hide and no options available, Hansel raises the axe to resume wood cutting. The two
guest ladies smile with appreciation. The young girl opens her mouth in happy surprise upon seeing what the large axe head previously
covered up.

"That boy has lots of muscle," Raven observes.
"Quite slender he is. Such a handsome manchild," says Broomhilda.
"He swings a lot while swinging that axe. What is that he is wearing?" Young Evila looks right at the skirt.

Hansel had felt it, but he ignored it while working. As he swings the axe and connects it with the logs, he could feel the erection swinging
this way and then that way with the momentum of the axe strokes. The end of the penis rubs on the material of the undershirt, giving
him a sensation he never felt before, but all this was nothing to be overly concerned about when Hansel was all by his lonesome.

Hansel feels his face burning. These guests can all see how improperly he is dressed. They can see how the front pushes out as a poorly
timed hardon looks like a thick stick tenting the frontside of the mini-skirt. Not only is the front pushed out, but it is also lifted up. The
front must be a few inches higher than the backside.

"He has nice legs, and arms...and everything," Evila continues to gaze upon and comment about everything that interests her. "I very much
wish to know more about this boy. We don't see many where we live. Oh, and his bellybutton is an innie. But something is poking outie."

"Yes, where are my manners," Mrs. Leckermaul declares. "The interests of my guests comes first. You two young people get to know
each other. And while you are doing that. I suggest you go to the apple grove. Can you bring back a dozen or so apples. I can
make some pies later tonight."

Hansel isn't sure what is going on. He stops chopping and stands unmoving. The young girl comes closer, and she takes hold of his
right hand. Placing the axe against the log, Hansel allows himself to be led toward the apple grove. Holding hands the young girl and
slightly older boy arrive at the apple trees. As bad luck would have it, there are no freshly fallen apples scattered about on the
ground. The ones overhead look ripe and red.

Evila seems to have a plan of action, "You'll have to climb up and pick them. Toss me twelve apples and that should be good enough."

Being the son of a woodcutter, Hansel is an expert climber. He can easily scamper up to the lower branches to pick some apples.
However, the thought of climbing a tree while wearing the mini-skirt has him nervous and nearly trembling.

"I don't want to do this," Hansel says. "Maybe if you climb another tree we can get this done faster."

"Who cares about fast? We have loads of time. Anyway, you must drop the apples down to me. We must not allow an apple to hit
the ground and get bruised. Mrs. Leckermaul would bruise my bottom if I let that happen." Evila turns her backside toward Hansel, and
she pats her rear end. "You wouldn't want to see this bottom with a red handprint on it...would you?"

The mental image of seeing the lovely, the adorably cute Evila getting her bare bottom spanked by Mrs. Leckermaul has the effect of
making Hansel's penis twitch. It doesn't go unnoticed as the young girl laughs, her eyes looking so pretty even though they
are so dark to match the pitch blackness of her hair. The young girl smiles nicely, but it makes him shiver as if cold water were being
dripped along his spine. Maybe it would be safer to be up in a tree.

Like a monkey from the jungle, Hansel grabs hold of the trunk of the nearest apple tree. He easily climbs up to the first main
branch. More bad luck, the lowest branches had already been picked clean. The branches above his head are full of fruit, but he'd
have to stand up to reach them.

Reaching upward, Hansel grabs and plucks the first apple. He turns to look downward, to toss the apple to the girl. It is at this point
he realizes that girl is almost directly below, and Evila is looking straight upward. The face she has is the happiest one yet, her teeth
glistening and so white as she grins.

"I see your peckerwood, ha ha," the supposedly sweet natured girl gives an evil laugh. "Big dangly man-stones too. I'm so glad you
showed up at Aunt Rosina's cottage in Goreslaughter Glen."

Hansel has to hold onto a branch to maintain his balance. His other hand holds an apple. There is nothing he can do about the view
he is presenting to the little lady of the woods. He drops the first apple, and the girl catches it no problem. However, Evila bites into
the apple, making a loud crunching sound.

"I'm eating this one. You will have to add one more. Take your time. We don't want you to lose your balance. Oh yes, I'm going to
love getting to know you."

[SensoryOverlord]

"Goreslaughter Glen" says lovely little Evila. Bwa ha ha!

Potions! Ones Mrs. Leckermaul probably didn't pick up at Hogwarts. I expect there were TWO for a reason. And what will the 2nd one be?

[NickTwisp]

Evila has now seen Hansel's penis and it's predictable the older club participants will soon see it too.

[TeenFan]

Hansel and Gretel
Chapter 7. An Unexpected Accident


The gathering of the apples in the tree, all while Evila happily watched from below, was the most embarrassing moment of Hansel's
short life as a teenager. For some reason he is beset with a hardon that is harder, stiffer, and perhaps larger than any he has
experienced before. It throbs and occasionally jerks or twitches, and not having underwear on the girl below can look right up the
gap between his legs. The fact the erection was lifting up the front of the mini-skirt meant Evila could see everything!
Evila was smiling for the longest time as she caught the apples tossed to her, but she was now talking to herself, some sort of mumbling
Hansel could only half hear.

After reaching for and picking thirteen apples, (it was to be twelve but Evila ate one of them) the bad luck number of thirteen proved
to be true when Hansel lost his footing on the branch. He was too preoccupied by thoughts of how to get down from the tree, combined
with trying to figure out how NOT to show his butt and other things to the girl as he came down the trunk of the tree. His foot got
misplaced and down he went. Straight down Hansel went, his two feet coming off the branch at nearly the same time. Fortunately
the two feet slipped off on opposite sides of the branch. Unfortunately, Hansel's body came straight down onto the branch and he placed
both hands down to stop the momentum. It was just in time, or he would have straddle landed with force enough to cause some damage
to a most sensitive area.

Hansel didn't get his balls busted on the branch, but the momentum swung him too much to the left. His body swung over the branch
and Hansel felt himself about to go over the side. He hooks the feet together as his body tips over to the left. Only this leg hook around
the branch keeps Hansel from crash landing on the ground head first. That is the good news, no crash landing with a busted head. The
bad news he is hanging upside down.

Being upside down, the mini-skirt flipped the wrong direction. It no longer covered anything it is supposed to.

Evila is in the right place at the right time to grab hold of Hansel's arms. She moves even closer, wrapping her arms around the boy's chest.
Looking upward she has a closeup of Hansel's penis hanging down, all six inches of it fully engorged and throbbing. Flopped over the
bottom of the shaft are the pair of testicles which are surprisingly large and loose for a male of this age.

"You can let your feet go now. I got you."

Hansel is in no position to choose a different plan of action. He can't get back up to the branch. He can't just hang upside down like
a bat. He is aware how ridiculous his body position is, and that the girl of eleven or twelve has her face only a foot away from his exposed
crotch. Letting go is the only choice available. Hansel unhooks the feet. The weight of him is enough to cause Evila to crumple to
the ground, but her body cushioned the blow of Hansel coming down while upside down. It would have been a disaster if the young
girl wasn't there to grab hold of him.

The position of their bodies is an awkward one. Evila fell on her back with Hansel on top of her. Hansel's face is next to the girl's
knees.

"Thanks for catching me," Hansel says, his body intertwined with that of the girl. "I don't know what happened up there. I never fell
out of a tree before."

"No need to thank me. It was my pleasure," Evila says and the sound of her voice is slightly muffled, as Hansel's crotch lay directly
above her face.

As the girl spoke, Hansel could feel the movements of her mouth directly against his dick and balls. Totally embarrassed and making
apologies, Hansel rolls over to the side. He gets to his feet, pushing the mini-skirt back down and brushing himself off. All the while
Evila sits on the ground laughing.

"That was a lot of fun, wasn't it?" Evila says as she stands up. "You look even bigger up close. I'm impressed. I've only seen little boys
with wee wittle wee wees the size of my thumb. I love the size you got, but why does it keep sticking up like that?"

It's not a subject Hansel wants to talk about. He's never ever had anyone ask a direct question concerning his dick. He would like
to avoid answering, but that doesn't seem possible.

"Ahhh, I don't know. I mean this does happen sometimes. This one won't go away. It's not supposed to last for this long. And I'm all
achey and feel stuffed down there. I don't know what I'm saying. I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"I'll help you gather up the apples and we'll go back to my aunt's cottage." Evila helps gather up the twelve apples. For some reason
she insists the full dozen of them need to be held by Hansel. His hands and arms are put together to hold the pile of red, shiny
apples. Hansel can hold them in his arms, but he'll have to move slowly and cautiously.

Half way to the cottage, Evila does something unexpected. She had been glancing over at Hansel, mainly looking down at the front
of the skirt. Now that would be normal. What she did next was pull the front of the skirt up and fold the thin material over the back
side of the erection.

Hansel stops walking. He looks down but he can only see the pile of apples in his arms. Only Evila can see the erection sticking up
free and unencumbered by the weight of any clothing. The penis points up at a steep angle, pinkish in color, and pulsing up and down.
Even Hansel's ball sack seems to have turned several shades of red darker.

"Why did you do that?" Hansel asks, his voice high pitched like he's a small child.

"I did it because I wanted to...because I could...because it is fun to look at you. Let's keep going."

"Just cover it up when we get there, okay," Hansel pleads.

"Sure. Whatever," Evila says, and then she laughs.

The pair proceeded to complete the walk back to the cottage. Upon approaching the cottage the door opens and both
Gretel and Mrs. Leckermaul step outside.

"Cover it up now," Hansel says.

Evila keeps walking toward the house. She ignores the calls for assistance. She ignores the boy's need for his cock to get coverage.

Gretel gasps when she sees what is sticking up out in the open. The sister places a hand over her mouth.
The older woman shows no sign of surprise.

"Those are some lovely apples," Mrs. Leckermaul says as she meets the pair. "And a lustful laddie we have here I see. I do enjoy seeing
strong boys full of such spirit and energy." The woman was going to grab an apple, but her hand redirects downward as she pulls the
erection downward. The penis is pulled down only to be let go to swing violently upward, smacking on the stomach. "Oh my...
that thing is hard enough to hammer a wooden stake into the undead. How are you feeling my dear?"

Hansel has no idea what to say. His face is burning again, probably turning red to match the color of the apples in his arms. "I feel okay.
But I fell out of the tree and landed on my butt."

"He landed on me," Evila corrects. "I ended up with a face full of cock-n-balls."

"Oh really? I wonder how that happened?" Mrs. Leckermaul laughs with an evil mirth, her eyes full of merry mischief. The woman then
places her hand onto the swollen and pink colored balls. "You have a high temperature young man. We'll have to put something on
you to cool things down a bit. Go inside and put the apples down on the kitchen table. I'll get something prepared to ward off your
fever."

Hansel steps inside the cottage. He moves over to the table, and the sister unloads the apples from the brother's arms.

Gretel is curious and concerned, "Why is your penis poking up like that? Why is it uncovered?"

"I don't know why this hardon won't go away. But that girl pulled the skirt over to expose me. That girl is evil. I don't trust her."

Hansel was whispering when he said this, but when he turned around there was Evila looking at him from the other side of the room.
She winked while giving him a wicked smile. Even in his feverish state, Hansel feels a chill run down the spine.