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The witch’s shrill voice cut through the heavy silence of the cottage like a whip. “On the table,” she commanded, her long, gnarled finger jabbing toward the wooden surface. Her eyes gleamed with a hunger that made Gretel’s stomach twist into knots.

Hansel froze, his muscles taut as a bowstring. He shot a quick glance at Gretel, his brown eyes wide with alarm. Gretel’s face was pale, her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared back at him. Her hands trembled at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. The air in the cottage was thick with the scent of herbs and something else—something that made her throat dry and her skin crawl. They’d been lured here by the promise of food and shelter, but now they were trapped in a nightmare they couldn’t escape.

“Choose,” the witch hissed, stepping closer. Her breath was hot and sour, her face inches from Hansel’s. “Do as I say, or you’ll never leave this place alive.” Her voice was low, almost a growl, and it sent a shiver down Gretel’s spine.

Hansel clenched his jaw, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. He turned to Gretel, his voice barely a whisper. “Gretel, what do we do?”

Gretel’s heart pounded so loudly she could barely hear her own thoughts. “I… I don’t know,” she stammered, her voice trembling.

The witch’s eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin. “I said sit,” she barked, her voice sharp enough to make Gretel flinch. Gretel’s legs moved almost of their own accord, her body sinking onto the edge of the table. The wood was cold and unyielding beneath her, and she clutched the edge with both hands to steady herself.

Hansel stood beside her, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His heart hammered in his chest, a mix of fear and anger churning in his gut. He wanted to lash out, to protect his sister, but the witch’s presence was like a dark cloud pressing down on him, stealing his courage.

The witch circled them slowly, her eyes raking over their bodies with a predatory gleam. Her long, crooked fingers brushed against Hansel’s shoulder as she passed, and he shuddered, his skin crawling at her touch. “You’re brother and sister, are you not?” she asked, though it wasn’t really a question.

Gretel’s throat felt like it was closing up. She swallowed hard and managed to whisper, “Y-yes.”

The witch chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a chill down Gretel’s spine. “How… delightful,” she purred, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

She stopped in front of Hansel, her bony hand reaching up to cup his cheek. He flinched but didn’t pull away, his jaw tightening as her fingers trailed down his neck and over his chest. Her touch was cold, invasive, and he fought the urge to recoil.

“So strong,” she murmured, her voice low and husky. “So… virile.”

Hansel’s stomach churned, his skin prickling with disgust. He glanced at Gretel, her wide eyes filled with fear and desperation. He wanted to reassure her, to tell her everything would be okay, but the words caught in his throat.

The witch’s hand slid lower, her fingers brushing over his abdomen, and Hansel’s breath hitched. “You’ll do nicely,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Gretel’s chest tightened, her heart pounding in her ears. She felt like she was drowning, the weight of the witch’s presence pressing down on her. She wanted to cry out, to demand that the witch leave them alone, but the words wouldn’t come.

The witch stepped back, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Now,” she said, her voice sharp and commanding, “let’s begin.”

Hansel and Gretel exchanged a panicked glance, their silent communication speaking volumes. They were trapped, and there was no way out—at least, not yet.

Gretel’s stomach clenched, a cold wave of dread washing over her. She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “W-what do you want from us?” she asked, her hands trembling at her sides.

The witch turned to her, her smile widening into something cruel and predatory. “I want you to show me… how much you love each other.” Her voice was low, almost a purr, but the malice in it was unmistakable.

Hansel’s eyes widened, his breath catching sharply. His heart raced, a mix of fear and disbelief flooding his chest. “What are you talking about?” he demanded, his voice tight with anger and confusion.

The witch’s gaze darkened, her thin lips curling into a sneer. “You heard me. I want you to perform for me. Show me the depths of your bond.” Her bony fingers tapped against the edge of the table, the sound rhythmic and menacing.

Gretel’s mind spun, her thoughts tumbling over each other in a chaotic rush. She looked at Hansel, her twin, the person she’d shared everything with since the moment they were born. They’d always been close—too close, perhaps—but this… this was something beyond anything she could have imagined. Her chest felt tight, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.

Hansel’s face was a storm of emotions—anger, fear, and something else, something that made his stomach churn. He opened his mouth to protest, but the witch’s sharp voice cut him off.

“Do as I say,” she snapped, her voice slicing through the air like a blade. Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. “Or you’ll regret it.”

The first touch was tentative, almost hesitant. Gretel’s fingers trembled as she reached for Hansel’s hand, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. His hand was warm, familiar, but there was a tension in it now, a charge that made her skin prickle.

“Hansel,” she whispered, her voice breaking. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision.

He met her gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and resolve. His hand tightened around hers, his other hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. His touch was gentle, almost tender, but it sent a shiver down her spine, a sensation that made her breath catch.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

Gretel’s chest tightened, a lump forming in her throat. “Me too,” she choked out, her voice barely audible.

The witch’s laughter echoed through the cottage, a sound that made Gretel’s skin crawl. “That’s it,” the witch purred, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. Her eyes burned with an intensity that made Hansel’s stomach twist. “Now kiss her.”

Hansel’s breath faltered, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. He looked at Gretel, his twin, his sister. Her lips were trembling, her eyes wide with fear and something else—something he couldn’t quite place.

“Hansel,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

He hesitated, his mind screaming at him to stop, to pull away, to do anything but this. But the witch’s gaze was locked on him, her eyes like a predator’s, and he knew there was no escape.

He leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against Gretel’s in a soft, tentative kiss. It was barely more than a whisper of contact, but it sent a jolt through them both, a spark that made their hearts race and their bodies tremble.

The witch’s laughter grew louder, her voice a haunting echo in the small cottage. “Again,” she commanded, her tone sharp and demanding.

Hansel obeyed, his lips pressing against Gretel’s with more certainty this time. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, his hands resting lightly on her back. Gretel’s hands found their way to his chest, her fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back. Her body responded instinctively, a warmth spreading through her that she couldn’t control.

The witch’s breath quickened, her eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. “Yes,” she hissed, her voice low and husky. “Yes, just like that.”

Hansel’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—fear, confusion, and something deeper, something he couldn’t quite name. He deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against Gretel’s lips. She gasped softly, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, her body pressing against his.

The witch’s voice was like a siren’s song, urging them on, pushing them further than they ever thought they could go. Her eyes burned with a hunger that made Hansel’s skin crawl, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t pull away.

Gretel’s chest heaved, her heart pounding in her chest as she kissed her brother, her twin, her Hansel. It was wrong, so wrong, but it felt… right. Her body thrummed with a warmth she couldn’t deny, her mind struggling to reconcile the fear and the strange, undeniable connection that was pulling them closer together.

The witch’s laughter filled the room, a dark, triumphant sound that made the twins break their kiss. Her voice was low and husky, commanding their attention. “Now,” she purred, her eyes gleaming with a twisted hunger. “Now, show me what you can really do. I want to see how deep your bond goes. Kiss her other lips.”

Hansel’s heart raced, a mix of fear and something else—something that made his stomach flutter. He looked at Gretel, his twin, her eyes wide and filled with uncertainty.

“Hansel,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Her hands clutched at the edge of the table, her knuckles white. “I… I’m scared.”

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I am too,” he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. “But we don’t have a choice.”

The witch’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and commanding. “Do it,” she snapped, her patience wearing thin. “Or you’ll regret it.”

Hansel’s hands moved slowly, almost hesitantly, as he lifted the hem of Gretel’s dress, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs. His breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure the witch could hear it. Gretel’s body trembled, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

“Hansel,” she whispered again, her voice barely audible. Her face was flushed, her lips parted as she looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and something else—something that made his stomach churn in a way he couldn’t quite understand.

“I’m here,” he murmured, his voice soft. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” His hands moved to her hips, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her underclothes. His touch was tentative as he slowly slid them down her legs, revealing her bare skin.

Gretel’s breath quickened, her chest tightening as she felt the cool air against her exposed skin. Her body trembled, her heart racing as Hansel’s hands moved to her thighs, his fingers trailing over her skin with a touch that sent shivers through her.

“Hansel,” she murmured, her voice trembling. Her hands moved to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as his touch moved higher, his fingers brushing against the soft curls between her legs.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with determination. “I’ll be careful,” he promised, his voice rough with emotion.

The witch’s laughter echoed through the cottage, low and throaty. “Yes,” she purred, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “That’s it. Show me how much you love each other.”

Hansel’s heart raced as he leaned in, his breath warm against Gretel’s skin. He hesitated for a moment, his mind screaming at him to stop, but the witch’s gaze was locked on him, her eyes burning with a hunger that made his stomach twist.

Gretel’s hands tightened on his shoulders as she felt his breath against her most intimate place. Her body trembled, her heart pounding in her chest as he pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh. “Hansel,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and something else—something that made her stomach flutter in a way she couldn’t explain. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Her chest tightened, a lump forming in her throat. “I love you too,” she choked out, her voice trembling.

Hansel’s breath was hot against her skin as he leaned in again, his tongue brushing against her in a slow, tentative motion. Gretel’s breath caught in her throat, her body arching into his touch as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging into his wool shirt as his tongue moved against her, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

The witch’s laughter filled the room, low and throaty, her eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. “Yes,” she purred, her voice dripping with cruel delight. “That’s it. Show me how much you love each other.”

Gretel’s body trembled, her heart racing as Hansel’s tongue moved against her, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. Her hands moved to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as she moaned softly, her body arching into his touch.

“Hansel,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with love and something akin to hunger that made her stomach flutter in a way she couldn’t explain. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “I’ll take care of you.”

Her chest tightened, a lump forming in her throat as she looked into his eyes. “I trust you,” she choked out, her voice trembling with emotion.

Hansel’s tongue moved against her again, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands tightened on his shoulders as she moaned softly, her body trembling with pleasure.

The witch’s laughter echoed through the cottage, low and throaty, her eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. “Yes,” she purred, her voice dripping with cruel delight. “That’s it. Show me how much you love each other.”

Hansel’s heart raced as he continued, his tongue moving against Gretel’s most intimate place, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he worked, his touch gentle yet insistent.

Gretel’s body trembled, her heart pounding in her chest as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her hands moved to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as she moaned softly, her body arching into his touch.

“Hansel,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Oh, yes. Hansel, my love…”

Hansel’s tongue moved with slow, deliberate strokes, each flick and swirl sending electric waves of pleasure coursing through Gretel’s body. Her hands clenched in his hair, her fingers threading through the soft strands as she arched her back, her breath coming in soft, shaky gasps. “Hansel,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and longing. “It feels… so good.”

He paused, lifting his head slightly to look at her, his warm brown eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice gentle and reassuring.

Gretel nodded, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “Please, don’t stop.”

Hansel hesitated for only a moment before lowering his head again, his tongue pressing against her with renewed intensity. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her thighs tightening around his shoulders as he worked. Her soft moans filled the air, each one driving him forward, urging him to give her more.

Gretel’s hands tightened in his hair, her fingers pulling gently as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her breath quickened, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt the tension building within her, coiling tighter and tighter. “Hansel,” she gasped, her voice trembling with anticipation. “Oh, Hansel… I think I’m going to…”

Her words were cut off as the wave of pleasure finally crested, crashing over her in a blinding rush of heat and light. Her body shuddered violently, her back arching off the table as she cried out his name, her voice filled with raw, unfiltered ecstasy. Hansel stayed with her, his tongue moving gently, guiding her through the waves of her climax until her trembling subsided and she collapsed back onto the table, her chest heaving.

Gretel’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze soft and filled with gratitude as she looked down at him. “That was… incredible,” she murmured, her voice still trembling.

Hansel smiled up at her, his own heart racing, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. He started to rise, but the witch’s sharp voice cut through the moment like a blade.

“Now it’s your turn,” the witch commanded, her dark eyes fixed on Gretel. “Suck him.”

Gretel’s cheeks flushed, her heart pounding in her chest, but she didn’t hesitate. She slid off the table, her legs still a little unsteady, and knelt in front of Hansel. Her hands moved to his pants, her fingers trembling slightly as she undid the ties. She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide and filled with nervousness and eagerness. “Are you ready?” she asked softly, her voice trembling.

Hansel nodded, his breath quickening as she pulled down his pants, revealing his hardness. Gretel’s eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushing even deeper, but she didn’t falter. She leaned in, her lips brushing against him in a soft, tentative kiss, her breath warm against his skin.

Hansel’s breath caught, his hands moving to her shoulders for support. “Gretel,” he whispered, his voice filled with wonder and anticipation.

Encouraged by his reaction, she took him into her mouth, her movements slow and careful at first. Her tongue explored him, her lips tightening around him as she gained confidence. She could feel him growing harder in her mouth, his hands tightening on her shoulders as he let out a low moan.

“Oh, Gretel,” Hansel gasped, his voice trembling with pleasure. “That’s… that’s amazing.”

Gretel’s eagerness grew as she felt him responding to her touch, her own heart racing with the desire to give him the same pleasure he had given her. Her hands moved to his hips, holding him steady as she worked, her movements growing bolder, more deliberate. She wanted to make him feel good, to give him everything he deserved.

Hansel’s body tensed, his breath quickening as the pleasure built within him. “Gretel,” he gasped, his voice filled with urgency. “I’m… I’m going to…”

She didn’t stop, her mouth and tongue working him relentlessly, her hands gripping his hips as she felt him teetering on the edge. Hansel’s body shuddered, his hands tightening on her shoulders as he cried out, his release surging through him in a powerful wave. Gretel stayed with him, her mouth and hands moving gently until his trembling subsided and he collapsed back against the table, his chest heaving.

Gretel looked up at him, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes filled with a quiet satisfaction. “Was that… good?” she asked softly, her voice trembling.

Hansel smiled down at her, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude. “It was perfect,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “You were perfect.”

The witch’s voice sliced through the room, sharp and commanding, her eyes gleaming with a twisted hunger. “Now,” she said, her long, bony finger pointing to the table. “Fuck each other. I want to see it. All of it.”

Hansel’s heart thundered in his chest, his breath catching in his throat. He turned to Gretel, his eyes wide with panic and confusion. “Gretel…” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “We can’t… this is… wrong.”

Gretel’s lips trembled, her face flushed with a mix of fear and something else—something that made her stomach churn and her body ache. She looked at him, her eyes searching his. “I know,” she said softly, her voice shaking. “But what choice do we have? She’ll kill us if we don’t.”

Hansel’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his mind a whirlwind of shame, guilt, and a strange, almost magnetic pull toward her. Gretel’s chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, her body betraying the same conflicted emotions. She took a tentative step toward him, her hands reaching out to grasp his. Her fingers were warm, trembling slightly as they wrapped around his.

“Hansel,” she whispered, her voice trembling but firm. “We’ll get through this. Together.”

His throat tightened, a burning ache spreading through his chest. He nodded, his heart heavy with love and fear. He let her lead him to the table, his body moving as if in a trance. Gretel climbed onto the wooden surface, her movements slow and deliberate. She laid back, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, her legs spreading slowly apart. Her pussy glistened in the dim light, slick and inviting, and Hansel’s cock twitched in response, already hard and aching.

He stood between her legs, his hands trembling as he reached down to touch her. Her skin was warm, soft, and he hesitated, his eyes searching hers for permission. Gretel nodded, her lips parting, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Go slow,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please.”

Hansel nodded, his throat dry. He guided the tip of his cock to her entrance, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure she could hear it. He pressed forward, gently, feeling her tightness resist him. Gretel’s breath caught, her hands gripping the edges of the table as he slowly pushed inside her, inch by inch.

She winced, a soft whimper escaping her lips, and Hansel froze, his heart aching. “Gretel,” he murmured, his voice thick with concern. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, her eyes squeezing shut. “Just… give me a moment,” she whispered, her voice strained. Hansel waited, his body trembling with the effort to hold still, until Gretel let out a shaky breath and nodded again. “Okay,” she said. “Keep going.”

He did, slowly, carefully, his cock sliding deeper into her until he was fully sheathed inside her. Gretel’s pussy clenched around him, warm and tight, and a moan escaped his lips before he could stop it. Gretel’s breath quickened, her hands tightening on the table as she adjusted to the sensation.

“It’s… so much,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as she tried to steady herself. Hansel’s breath was ragged, his body trembling with the effort to hold back, to keep from thrusting into her. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and desire.

“Gretel,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry… I…”

She reached up, her hand trembling as she cupped his cheek. “It’s not your fault,” she whispered. “We have to do this. Just… stay with me, Hansel.”

He nodded, his throat tight. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath mingling with hers. Slowly, he began to move, his hips rocking against hers in a gentle rhythm. Gretel’s body responded, her pussy gripping him tighter as she let out a soft moan.

“It’s… not so bad,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Just… keep going.”

Hansel nodded, his heart aching with love and shame. He moved inside her, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure and guilt through him. Gretel’s hands gripped the table, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her body began to respond to his movements.

The witch watched, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as the twins succumbed to her demands, their bodies entwined in a forbidden act that neither of them could escape.

The table creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with their quiet moans and the witch’s low, appreciative chuckle. Hansel’s hands gripped Gretel’s hips firmly, his thrusts deliberate and controlled as he savored the feeling of her tight warmth enveloping him. Gretel’s breath was shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she adjusted to the rhythm of his movements. Her hands reached up to grip his shoulders, her nails pressing into the soft fabric of his wool shirt.

“Hansel,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of emotions—fear, excitement, and a growing sense of pleasure. “It’s… it’s not as bad as I thought. It feels… good.”

Hansel’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. He knew this was wrong, but the sensation of Gretel’s body responding to his was intoxicating. “I… I feel it too,” he admitted, his voice husky with need. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, her eyes locking with his. “Yes,” she breathed. “Just… keep going. Slowly, please.”

He obeyed, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, each thrust drawing a soft gasp from Gretel’s lips. As their bodies moved together, the initial tension began to melt away, replaced by a growing wave of pleasure. Hansel’s pace gradually increased, his thrusts becoming more confident as he felt Gretel’s pussy tighten around him.

“Oh, Hansel,” Gretel moaned, her voice rising in pitch as her pleasure intensified. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. “It’s… it’s so much better now. Don’t stop.”

Hansel’s breath quickened, his own pleasure building with every movement. “I won’t,” he promised, his voice rough with desire. “I’ll take care of you, Gretel.”

Their bodies moved together, a symphony of need and forbidden desire, their rhythm growing more urgent with every passing second. The table beneath them creaked and groaned, its legs scraping against the wooden floor as it shifted under the force of their union. Gretel’s hands clung to Hansel’s shoulders, her nails digging into his worn shirt as her back arched, her body seeking more of him, more of the pleasure he was giving her.

“Hansel,” she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and disbelief. “I… I can’t believe how good this feels. It’s like… like I’m burning inside.”

Hansel’s breath was ragged, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back, of trying to savor every moment even as his body screamed for release. “Gretel,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re so warm, so tight. I don’t want to hurt you, but… I can’t stop.”

Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. “Please, Hansel. I need you. I need this.”

The sound of their skin meeting filled the room, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure rippling through both of them. Gretel’s moans grew louder, more urgent, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of release. “Hansel, I’m… I’m close,” she panted, her voice breaking as her pleasure began to crest.

Hansel’s hips moved faster, his thrusts more desperate as he felt her pussy clenching around him, pulling him closer to his own climax. “Gretel,” he groaned, his voice rough with his impending release. “I’m going to…”

With a final, powerful thrust, Hansel buried himself deep inside her, his release surging through him as he spilled his seed into her virgin womb. Gretel’s body convulsed beneath him, her orgasm washing over her in waves as she cried out, her voice echoing through the room. They clung to each other, their bodies trembling with the intensity of their shared pleasure, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

As the waves of ecstasy began to subside, Gretel’s hands moved to cup Hansel’s face, her eyes searching his. “Hansel,” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with emotion. “That was… I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

Hansel’s chest was still heaving, his heart pounding as he looked down at her. “Neither have I,” he admitted, his voice thick with guilt and awe. “Gretel, I… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… to hurt you.”

She shook her head, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “You didn’t hurt me,” she assured him, her voice gentle. “It was… it was beautiful, Hansel. I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

Their foreheads pressed together, their breaths mingling as they held each other close, the weight of what they had done settling over them. But in that moment, there was no room for guilt or shame—only the lingering warmth of their shared pleasure, and the unspoken bond that had grown between them.

The witch’s voice broke the silence, her tone filled with dark satisfaction. “Good,” she purred, her eyes gleaming with approval. “Very good.”

Hansel and Gretel turned to face her, their bodies still trembling, still connected, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and the lingering echoes of their pleasure. The witch’s smile was wide, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light.

“You’ve done well,” she said, her voice low and smooth. “But now it’s my turn.”

The witch’s eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as she stepped closer, her bony hands gesturing sharply. “Strip,” she commanded, her voice low and firm, leaving no room for argument. Hansel and Gretel exchanged a glance, their faces flushed with a mixture of fear and reluctance.

“Do we have to?” Gretel asked, her voice trembling, her hands instinctively clutching at the fabric of her dress.

“Now!” the witch barked, her tone brooking no disobedience. Her long, crooked nose twitched as she glared at them, her impatience palpable.

Slowly, they began to undress, their fingers trembling as they peeled away their clothes. Hansel’s hands shook as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and reluctance coursing through him. Gretel’s breath quickened as she slipped out of her dress, the cool air brushing against her pale skin, making her shiver. The witch watched intently, her gaze lingering on their youthful bodies as she began to disrobe as well. Her aged body was surprisingly voluptuous, her full breasts and thick hips contrasting sharply with her hunched frame and absurdly long nose.

“Now that’s a sight,” the witch cackled, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Her eyes gleamed with lust as she took in their youthful forms.

The witch climbed onto the table and laid back, spreading her legs wide, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Hansel. “You,” she said, pointing a gnarled finger at him. “Fuck me. And you,” she continued, turning her gaze to Gretel, “sit on my face.”

Hansel and Gretel shared a look of disbelief and jealousy. Their recent discovery of each other’s bodies had ignited a forbidden desire, and the thought of sharing that intimacy with the witch felt like a violation. But the witch’s menacing presence left them with no choice.

“Hansel, I—” Gretel started, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with fear and reluctance.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” the witch snapped, her eyes blazing with impatience. Her voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.

With a heavy sigh, Hansel positioned himself between the witch’s legs, his cock stiff with a mixture of reluctance and arousal. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes locking with Gretel’s.

“Now!” she barked, her tone leaving no room for further delay.

With a grunt, Hansel pushed into the witch, his movements forceful and unyielding. She moaned in pleasure, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. “Harder,” she demanded, her voice a low growl. Hansel complied, his body moving with a rough intensity that contrasted sharply with the tenderness he had shown Gretel.

Gretel, meanwhile, positioned herself over the witch’s face, her heart racing. The witch’s long nose brushed against her pussy lips, sending a jolt of sensation through her. She gasped, her body tensing as the witch’s voice commanded her again. “Sit.”

Gretel lowered herself slowly, her breath catching as the witch’s nose slid inside her. The sensation was strange but also pleasurable to her already sensitive pussy, and despite her reluctance, she couldn’t help but moan. The witch’s tongue lashed out, flicking against Gretel’s clit with an obscene dexterity. Gretel’s hips began to rock involuntarily, her body responding to the witch’s skillful touch.

“Oh, God,” Gretel moaned, her fingers digging into the table for support. Her body was on fire, every touch sending waves of pleasure through her, despite her initial reluctance.

Hansel’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as he watched Gretel’s expression shift from reluctant tension to pure, unbridled pleasure. Her body moved with a rhythm that was both desperate and graceful, her hips rocking against the witch’s face as her moans filled the air. The sight of her like this—her skin flushed, her chest heaving, her hands gripping the table for dear life—sent a surge of heat through him that made his cock twitch inside the witch’s slick pussy.

“Gretel,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with something he couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t just arousal; it was something deeper, something that twisted his stomach and made his heart ache in a way he hadn’t expected.

“Focus, boy!” the witch snapped, her voice cutting through the haze of his thoughts like a whip. Her nails dug into his hips, sharp and demanding. “Fuck me like you mean it!”

Hansel’s jaw tightened. With a low growl, he thrust into her harder, his hips slamming against hers with a force that made the table creak beneath them. The witch’s moans escalated, her body arching up to meet his thrusts, her hands gripping the edges of the table as she reveled in the rough treatment.

“That’s it,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Harder, boy. Show your sister how it’s done.”

Gretel’s moans joined the witch’s, her body trembling as the witch’s obscenely long tongue flicked against her clit with precision as Gretel bounced up and down. Her hips moved faster, grinding against the witch’s face as she fucked herself on the long, intrusive nose. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of strange and exquisite pleasure that made her head spin. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning, from rocking her hips in time with Hansel’s thrusts, even as her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Hansel, I—I can’t—”

Hansel’s gaze locked onto hers, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the way her body responded to the witch’s touch, the way her thighs trembled and her breath came in short, desperate gasps. It was impossible to look away, impossible not to feel the heat building inside him as he watched her. His thrusts became more erratic, driven by the sight of his sister’s flushed face and the sounds of her pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned forward, his hands reaching out to cup her face. Gretel’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his for a heartbeat before she leaned into his touch, her lips parting in a silent plea.

Their mouths crashed together in a desperate, heated kiss. Hansel’s tongue slid against hers, his hands tangling in her hair as he poured everything he couldn’t say into the kiss. Gretel moaned into his mouth, her body arching as she ground herself against the witch’s face, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her.

The witch’s laugh was low and guttural beneath them, her tongue never faltering in its relentless assault on Gretel’s clit. “Such a sweet pair of siblings,” she purred, her voice thick with amusement. “Go on, boy—fuck me harder. Let your sister see just how much you desire me.”

Hansel’s growl was primal, his hips snapping forward with a force that made the witch cry out in delight. His eyes never left Gretel’s face, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into the witch with a rhythm that was almost savage. Gretel’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge, the witch’s nose and tongue driving her closer and closer to the brink.

“Hansel,” she gasped, her voice breaking on his name. “I’m—I’m going to—oh, God—”

Her body went taut, a strangled cry escaping her lips as pleasure crashed over her in waves. Hansel’s thrusts faltered for a moment as he watched her, his cock throbbing inside the witch, the sight of his sister unraveling in ecstasy sending him spiraling toward his own release.

“Me too,” Hansel groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his body moving with a desperate rhythm as he felt his release building. His hands gripped Gretel’s hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her closer, their bodies trembling in unison.

“Me three, my beautiful kiddies,” the witch cooed underneath them, her voice thick with satisfaction. Her long tongue flicked against Gretel’s clit with unrelenting precision, her nose buried deep inside her as she reveled in their shared pleasure.

Gretel’s body arched sharply as her orgasm crashed over her, her cries echoing through the cottage with a raw intensity. Her pussy clenched around the witch’s nose, her release spilling out and soaking the witch’s face in a warm flood of ecstasy. “Oh, God—Hansel!” she gasped, her voice breaking as she rode the waves of her climax, her body quivering with pleasure.

Hansel felt the witch’s pussy tighten around him, her walls gripping his cock like a vice as she reached her own climax. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts as she writhed beneath him. With a final, powerful thrust, Hansel spilled himself inside her, his release surging through him in waves of pure ecstasy. “Gretel,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and strained, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into the witch.

For a moment, the room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the witch’s satisfied sighs. Hansel and Gretel stayed pressed together, their foreheads touching as they caught their breath. Slowly, Hansel pulled out of the witch, his cock slick and glistening, and moved to stand beside Gretel. His hands trembled as he reached for her, his fingers brushing against her cheek. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice filled with concern and something deeper—something that made Gretel’s heart skip a beat.

Gretel nodded, her breath still coming in short gasps, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. “I’m… I’m fine,” she whispered, her voice shaky but sincere. She reached for Hansel’s hand, her fingers intertwining with his as she leaned into him, her body seeking the comfort of his warmth.

The witch let out a low, throaty chuckle as she sat up, her sharp eyes flickering between the twins with a glint of mischief. Her lips curved into a sly smile, and she tilted her head, her long nose casting a shadow across the table. “Well, well,” she purred, her voice smooth and dripping with amusement. “You two are quite the pair, aren’t you? I must say, I wasn’t expecting that level of enthusiasm. You’ve earned your freedom. Go on, then.”

Hansel and Gretel stood frozen for a moment, their hands still clasped tightly together. Gretel’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her heart pounding like a drum in her ears. Her cheeks burned, and she glanced at Hansel, who seemed equally flustered, his bare chest glistening with sweat. The air between them felt charged, electric, and the memory of what they’d just done—of how their bodies had responded to each other—lingered in the room like a secret they couldn’t escape.

“We… we can’t go back,” Gretel whispered, her voice trembling but steady. Her fingers tightened around Hansel’s hand, her grip warm and grounding. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and searching, her emotions laid bare. “Not after this, Hansel. Not after what we’ve discovered.”

Hansel’s throat tightened, and he swallowed hard, his gaze locked on hers. He could feel the weight of her words settling in his chest, heavy and undeniable. “No,” he agreed, his voice low and rough. “We can’t. I don’t want to pretend this didn’t happen. I don’t want to lose… this.”

The witch’s grin widened, her sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of the cottage. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Well, aren’t you just the sweetest little pair,” she murmured, her tone teasing but not unkind. “You know, old Helga gets so lonely out here all by herself. Maybe you two would consider keeping me company? No more threats, no more demands—just… mutual enjoyment.” She winked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “What do you say?”

Gretel’s breath caught, and she exchanged a quick glance with Hansel. Her mind raced, her thoughts a whirlwind of fear, excitement, and a deep longing. She squeezed his hand again, her fingers trembling slightly. “What do you think?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hansel hesitated, his brow furrowing as he considered the witch’s offer. He looked at Gretel, his heart swelling with a mix of protectiveness and desire. “If we stay,” he began, his voice firm, “you have to promise to keep your word. No tricks, no threats. We’re not your prisoners anymore.”

The witch leaned back, her hands raised in mock surrender. “Cross my heart,” she said with a smirk, her voice light and teasing. “I’ll be on my best behavior. Scout’s honor.”

Gretel let out a small, incredulous laugh, the tension in her chest easing slightly. She looked at Hansel again, her eyes softening with affection. “Then… I think we should stay,” she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “Together.”

Hansel nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Together,” he echoed, his heart swelling with warmth. He squeezed her hand, his touch reassuring and filled with unspoken promise.

The witch clapped her hands together, her laughter ringing out like a bell. “Oh, this is going to be delicious,” she declared, her eyes sparkling with glee. “Welcome home, my dears. Welcome home.”

And with that, the three of them began a new chapter of their lives—one filled with passion, companionship, and a love that defied all expectations. In the heart of the enchanted forest, they found a happiness they had never imagined, living together in a polyamorous bliss that brought them closer than ever before. The cottage, once a place of fear, became a sanctuary—a home where their desires and hearts could truly be free.

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