(Chapter 1)
The two children ran from the candy cottage, followed by a woman's screams as she burned to death in her own oven. The old witch's screams quickly faded away as the brother and sister raced into the woods. The young girl all but carried her brother as they raced to get as far away from candy cottage as possible. They ran until they could run no more, and finally collapsed under the cover of a large twisted tree with low over hanging branches. The boy instantly dropped to the ground, shaking from their fight and flight, and sick from being constantly fed the sweet concoctions of the witch.
"Hansel," Gretel cried as she wrapped her arms around her brother and pulled him close. "Please, Hansel don't leave me."
Tears streamed down her face as she held him tightly and buried her face into the crook of his neck. Hansel wrapped his arms around his sister. He wouldn't stop shaking. He felt cold and drained. His arms and legs felt like heavy weights attached to his body. He fought to stoke her long brown hair to comfort her. He had always hated seeing his sister cry.
"Don't worry, Gretel." he stammered as his lips turned blue. "I'm not going anywhere...What would you do without me?" He asked trying to make her smile.
Gretel only cried harder and squeezed her arms more tightly around him. She couldn't lose him. He was all she had left in the world. He was everything to her.
(five years later)
Hansel walked into the room he shared with his sister carrying several parcels he had gathered in the market.
"Gretel?" He called setting the items down upon the table. "I think I have an idea on how we can trap a witch."
He stared at the pile of items for a moment quite satisfied with himself. He had bought a little girl's dress, with raw cotton, a cheap wig, and a pumpkin with which to make a dummy to lure in one of the monsters. His mind was running through the trap he had devised when he heard a soft humming coming from the adjoining room and suddenly realized that Gretel had never answered him. He quietly walked towards the cracked door and peaked through the opening.
Inside the room, his sister sat facing away from him on the edge of a large bath that the town had provided for them in wake of their last conquest against the witch hordes. She quietly hummed a lullaby that their mother used to sing to them as children, as she gently scrubbed herself allowing the water to run over her creamy skin.
Hansel felt his breath catch in his throat as his gaze ran over her naked curves. He was suddenly painfully aware of the beautiful woman his sister was becoming. Over night it seemed as if her young slender body had grown and developed curves in all the right places. His pants grew painfully tight as a strange heat surged through his body. He wondered where these feelings came from. He had never had them before. Gretel finished her bath and climbed out of the tub. She turned around giving him a full frontal view of her gorgeous body.
Hansel's eyes grew wide as his gaze ran the length of her body. His entire body tingled as he watched her. She walked out of view of the door to grab her robe. Hansel leaned forward with a shaking hand to try to open the door slightly to get her in his view again. Instead his hand bumped the small table beside the door making a loud scraping noise.
"Hansel?" Gretel suddenly called from the bathroom as the noise caught her attention. "Hansel is that you?"
Gretel opened the door to the bathroom just as Hansel slammed the door to their room shut in his desperation to get away. She quickly walked to the window in time to see her brother hurrying through the market. She could tell by his walk something was bothering him. She turned to look at the table where his items lay. She wondered what was wrong with him.
Later that evening, Hansel came back more than a little bit drunk. After his escape from the room he had ran to the forest to find release from the painful pressure that had built up in his breeches. Afterwards, he had stayed in the forest breaking branches and kicking at stones until nightfall. He was utterly furious with himself. She was his SISTER for God's sake. It was wrong for him to have the feelings he had. Yet he could not get the vision of her bathing out his head. He longed to touch her, to caress her, to hold her in his arms and never let her go. He growled in frustration as he took out his gun and shot a large hole thought a nearby tree. He should not be thinking of his sister in this way!
Only the man whom she would someday marry was allowed to think such thoughts about her. Yet the idea of another man laying his hands on his sister made Hansel angry enough that he took his gun and smashed it completely through a medium sized tree trunk, causing the tree to tumble to the ground. She had always been the most precious thing in the world to him. Even before the physical changes had come upon her. His temper had always been quick to rise at any other male even smiling at her. Which was one reason they were never adopted. On one occasion, he had even attacked a boy who had tried to kiss her. He had beaten the boy within an inch of his life and it had taken three full grown men to pull him off. His sister had been the only one able to calm him down. The incident had caused them to be banished from the town. But he didn't care, as long as he had her, everything was right.
When evening fell, he had gone to the pub and drank himself into a stupor before finally stumbling home. Gretel was already asleep on the bottom bunk of their bunk beds. Hansel stumbled over to her bed and stood over her, staring. She had kicked off her thick wool blanket and lay with one leg bent and hanging off the bed while the other stretched out. The result was her long thin shirt, one of his, ruffled up leaving her long slender legs bare. One of her arms was stretched out above her head and her long hair splayed around her shoulders in shimmering chocolate waves. She looked so peaceful, and content, and...beautiful.
He stared for a moment. Then he slowly reached out and gently ran his fingers down her cheek and neck line. She stirred in her sleep but did not wake. His hand continued to slid downwards between her full breasts, down her smooth flat stomach, and down to where his finger tips lightly danced across the soft bare skin of her legs. She stirred again, causing him to freeze with his hand upon her thigh. She sighed as a small smile appeared upon her face. Hansel grinned, he knew she was ticklish on her thighs, as he frequently took advantage of her weakness whenever they practiced their fighting skills. He looked to her face again and his smile disappeared.
He stared for several moments before he slowly leaned down and gently placed his lips upon hers. Heat surged through his body as their lips connected. Her lips felt soft and warm. He instantly felt happiness, and anger all at the same time. A strange feeling appeared, twisting his stomach into knots as his world began to spin round and round until he was dizzy. He had to fight to break away from her. He never wanted this kiss...his first kiss to end. Unwillingly he pulled away heaving a sigh.
Suddenly, Gretel's eyes fluttered opened. She slowly turned to look up at her brother.
"Hansel?" She asked in a quiet, sleepy voice as she attempted to focus on him. "Are you alright?"
Hansel stared at her for a moment. Then he turned around and roughly sat down upon the ground to take his shoes off. He did not want his sister to see his anger at himself for his actions. Gretel sat up and swung her legs off the side of the bed so she could slide down on the floor behind her brother. She gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders and laid her head upon his back. Hansel instantly froze.
"Brother..." She whispered. "Have you been drinking?"
"Yes," He answered curtly.
"What's wrong, Hansel?"
"Nothing."
Gretel got up from behind him and walked around to lean down on her knees in front of him.
"Hansel...I know something is bothering you..." She said as she leaned in giving him a full view straight down her shirt. The view was not unpleasant by any means.
Hansel lowered his head so he was concentrating on his boots. He seemed to forget how to take them off. Gretel waited silently for a moment. Then she leaned in again and gently placed her hands on either side of his face and pulled his head up to look at her. Hansel instantly closed his eyes, praying for strength. Why was it suddenly so hard to be close to her. They had been together their whole lives. He had never had a problem before. Being close to her had always been so natural.
"Please, don't shut me out Hansel..." She whispered as she leaned forward gently placing her forehead to his. "Please tell me what's bothering you...I'm worried about you."
Hansel breathed in her scent and felt his entire body grow hot from her touch. It took every ounce of will power not to lean in and kiss her again. He opened his eyes to look into her deep brown ones. Even with her hair wild and her eyes tired with sleep she was very beautiful to behold. Hansel's eyes focused on her lips before his vision traveled down to the thin loose shirt that left little to the imagination. Then he noticed his hands had traveled up to grip her elbows.
Anger instantly surged through him as he pushed her away and jumped to his feet.
"I'm tired and drunk and just want to be LEFT ALONE!" he all but shouted at her.
A look of shock and sadness appeared on Gretel's face as she looked up at her beloved brother. Why was he acting like this? What was wrong? Had something happened while he was out? Had she done something to earn his wrath? Had a witch cast a spell upon him causing him to suffer the curse of eternal anger? She silently got up, crawled back into her bed and turned towards the wall so her brother could not see how hurt she was.
Hansel instantly felt terrible for the way he had treated her. After all she had done nothing to deserve it. He ran his fingers through his hair as he watched her turn over, knowing good and well how upset she was. He opened his mouth to apologize but changed his mind. The damage was already done. So he set about trying to take off his shirt so he could get to sleep. First, he slammed into the wall trying to pull it over his head because his balance was off. Then he nearly did a summersault. Finally, with the help of alot of cursing he managed to get the damned thing off. Next, came the task of climbing to his bed on the top bunk.
Gretel listened as her brother worked to get his shirt off, and then as he struggled to climb to the top bunk. After several minutes and three loud crashes, she finally heard the sound of his blanket sliding down from his bed. He must have decided to sleep on the floor again. It was not an uncommon thing. Several times she had awoke to find him rolled up beneath her bunk sleeping peacefully. But tonight was a cold night. She knew there would probably be snow on the ground in the morning. She hoped he would be warm enough, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.
A while later she awoke to the sound of his teeth loudly chattering. She turned over and leaned over the bed. There Hansel lay curled up in a ball beneath the thin blanket, shivering. Slowly, she uncovered herself and got out of bed. The cold hit her like a brick wall. The temperature had dropped significantly. Earlier, she had gotten so hot she had kicked her thick blanket off in an attempt to cool down. Now, she was thankful to have had it. She quickly wrapped her arms tightly around her and walked to the table where she lit a candle and walked back to stand over her brother.
"Oh my fucking GOD, HANSEL!." she cried when she saw her brother.
His lips had turned completely blue as he lay upon the cold floor. Gretel quickly leaned down and began shaking him, attempting to wake him up.
"Hansel,...HANSEL!" she growled as she shook him.
Slowly, he awoke from his troubled sleep realizing that he couldn't feel his fingers or toes.
"What?" He whispered as he attempted to focus.
"Get up," Gretel commanded. "You're freezing."
She said as she hauled him to his feet. As soon as he was standing, Gretel pushed him over to her bed.
"Get in that bed right now." She said in an annoyed voice.
"No, Gretel, I'm fine...," Hansel whined before he lost his footing and plopped down on her bed.
"No, You're not. You are getting in that bed and you are going to sleep." She said as she grabbed his feet and threw them up onto the bed and under the blanket.
"Where are you going to sleep?" He asked looking up to her.
"With you...now scoot over."
Had Hansel been awake he might have protested. But he was too tired and still slightly intoxicated to care. Gretel slid beneath the covers with him and interlaced her legs and feet with his.
"My fucking god Hansel..you are freezing." She growled as she scooted over and pressed her body against his.
She grabbed his hands, cupped them between hers, and breathed on them in her attempt to warm him. Hansel quietly moaned as her hot breathe warmed his fingers. Then she took his arms and wrapped them around her body as she wrapped hers around his and laid her cheek against his face. Hansel naturally began nuzzling against her cheek with his before he buried his face into her neck.
"I love you, Gretel." He whispered.
His hot breath made her neck tingle and caused her to suck in her breath.
"I love you too...brother." She whispered as she nuzzled against him before they both drifted off into a deep sleep.
(Ten Years Later)
Moans of pleasure echoed through the forest as Hansel plunged farther into Mina with his enlarged, pulsing member. Again and again he surged forward into her warm depths as they reached the height of passion. With one final thrust he spilled his seed deep within her. Mina threw her head back with one final scream as she reached her climax. An exhausted but elated smile crossed Hansel's face as he laid his head against her neck for a moment to catch his breath.
"That was wonderful." She whispered as she brought her head back up.
Hansel picked up his head to look at her. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he saw the warm brown eyes and beautiful face of his sister Gretel wrapped in his arms. He quickly closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened his eyes again, Mina's face had returned as she smiled at him. Hansel gave her a somewhat confused...slightly disappointed smile in return. He wondered why he should be disappointed that was Mina and not...
(A while later)
Gretel was so relieved to find it was her brother she had tackled into the floor of the old abandoned house and not someone else. She was still exhausted from the attack of the sheriff and his gang. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed tightly. She had been so afraid of something happening to him, she had been contemplating going out in the darkness to find him. But now that he was here...everything seemed...so right.
She looked into his angry blue eyes as he demanded the name of whoever had put the wounds on her face. She couldn't help but be elated by his anger at someone having laid a hand on her. She felt so safe when she was with him. When they were together it was as if she knew she could do anything as long as he was by her side.
She suddenly became extremely aware of the fact that she was sitting on top of him. This fact made a strange light headed feeling come over her. She wondered if this were a position of lovemaking. She wondered...what it would be like...to make love...in this position...with him...Gretel suddenly came back to her senses and launched herself forward to embrace her brother to hide her embarrassment. She shouldn't be thinking these thoughts...especially about her brother...and yet...She couldn't stand the thought of another woman sitting on him in this fashion, of touching his rough skin...of kissing his lips... She had to get off of him she thought as she quickly slid off of his lap and looked around where they were. She looked back to him, she gave a small sigh of longing as she looked at the one thing she had wanted for years...and the one thing she could never have.
A young dark witch with long dark hair and brown eyes watched as the siblings left the candy cottage after just killing the grand high witch. She watched silently as the sister picked up the dark wand and hid it in her pocket. A dark, evil smile crossed her face. It seemed as if she would be able to exact her revenge upon the witch hunters after all. She continued to smile as she disappeared into the darkness of trees. She had only to wait. That night she would pay a visit to the siblings...and then...when the blue moon came...She would avenge her sisters...and bring back her mother...Muriel.
Author's Notes:
Alrighty so I saw the movie and absolutly loved it. Then I was speaking to a friend about it and my friend mentioned seeing a bit of incest within the movie. I didn't notice it until I watched it again and saw the scenes that could be taken as incest. I loved those scenes because they showed the affection and dedication between them. Then I started thinking about it and a thought hit me. What if they were truely in love? I mean like soul mates in love...and the more I thought about it...the more I thought how beautiful even though forbidden that could be. So I decided to do this story. I hope you enjoy. I will come back to re-edit this chapter. I hope you all enjoy. Please RxR