The Real Story of Hansel and Gretel_New November 05

[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.