by Locket, V.
He groaned again, and muttered another curse. God was going to hate him if he kept cursing. I would have told him, but my heart was beating so fast that I could barely think. So I just kept rubbing with my trembling fist. “Don’t worry. I’ll save you! I’ll stop your fever, Hansel!”
“What the fuck am I thinking?” he shouted, and pushed me back.
I fell into the water, splashing. “Hansel!”
“I’m leaving, and don’t you dare fucking follow me.”
I gripped the edge of the ceramic tub as he slammed the door.
Chapter 2: God’s House
Hansel
MY ERECTION GOT CAUGHT IN MY PANTS as I tried to tie them up. Hurt like fucking Hell. Hearing her call my predicament a ‘fever’ was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard in my life. But it did snap me out of the moment, so I guess I could thank her for that.
What had I just done?
Her cheeks had been flushed when she threw open the door. Lips parted and red, as if she’d just been fucked and was begging for more. Her hair was mussed and not entirely dry. Strands clung to her cheeks, her neck, her tits.
Oh God, those tits.
They looked even better than I thought they would, and when she’d fallen onto the tub, its ceramic rim had pushed up her breasts just like her corset did, except this time I could see her small, pink nipples peeking over the edge. It was what they would look like if I’d grabbed them and pushed them up while fucking her.
And then she’d grabbed my dick.
She hadn’t even known what it was, but she’d grabbed it. She’d moved the skin over the head softly, tenderly, as if afraid she’d hurt it. I’d bit my lip to keep myself from telling her to squeeze it harder. I’d balled up my fists to keep them from taking her head and shoving it over my cock.
Because I wanted her plump little lips to open for my dick. I wanted to stuff my balls in her face, to rub my cock over all of her, while she whimpered and, without understanding, begged for what her body wanted.
I swallowed. Don’t think about it, I told myself, but my body refused to listen to my warning.
She wanted me. It was everything I’d ever hoped for. It was a fucking nightmare. How the hell was I supposed to keep myself from thinking of fucking her tight little cunt whenever she was around now that I knew she wanted it?
I ran downstairs. The sky was pink and violet, like a fresh bruise. Wind moved dust over the dirt road, bending the grasses in the direction of the setting sun.
I could barely hear my footsteps as I made my way to the church at the edge of town. It hadn’t rained in days, and the ground was cracked and hard. I didn’t see anyone else as I walked. No one lived out this way, so close to the woods. Most were afraid of their uncivilized, complete darkness. I was not.
The door of the church creaked open. I shut my eyes and walked down the center aisle. I stretched out my arms and let my fingertips touch the edge of each pew as I stepped towards the altar.
Someone had draped a white cloth over it. A row of unlit candles lay on the floor, and above, a wooden cross stood before the stained glass windows.
I got on my knees, in front of God, and tried to think of something other than my cock.
“Why did you do this to me?” My voice was harsh. Accusatory. I didn’t care. “I can’t relieve this pain, for the act of relieving it brings me closer to my sinful obsession. Why did you make me feel this way if it was so wrong? Why are you testing me?”
Silence.
I gripped my hands into fists, fighting the urge to undo my pants, take my cock, and pump it hard and fast until I emptied myself all over that white altar. I wanted to desecrate it. God already knew my weakness, so I might as well be weak in front of Him.
I heard something rustle behind me. “Who’s there?” I shouted, spinning around.
My voice echoed. For a few moments there was no sound, and then I heard the rustling again.
“I hear you,” I warned.
“Hansel.”
No. My body immediately reacted to that quiet voice. My stomach grew tight. My cock was so hard I thought it was going to explode. I couldn’t move—I didn’t trust myself enough to. So I just watched as she stepped through the open doors of the church and crept in between the pews.
She wore one of my over-sized shirts over her plain dress. Not a good sign. I liked seeing her in my clothes far too much.
“What are you doing here? Did you follow me?”
Her face crumbled. “Hansel.”
I grit my teeth. “I told you not to follow me.”
“Hansel, stop,” she begged. “Please, talk to me. Did I do something wrong? Why do you hate me?”
I don’t hate you.
I couldn’t say it. If I did, I might say other things I couldn’t admit. Things that had to be kept secret because to even explain them would be a sin. How did you tell your best friend that you liked it when she grabbed your cock? That her hand had fit perfectly around it? That you wanted her to do more than rub it?
“Hansel, please answer me.”
I glared at her. Why did she have to come to me now, when I was so desperate? My cock bulged in my pants. Restraining it made it feel like it was being hit by a hammer. I was so damn close to just bringing it out and waving it around. Hell, maybe that wasn’t a bad idea, because it would probably make her run away.
Or maybe it wouldn’t.
I didn’t know which option was worse.
“Hansel, you’re scaring me.”
My eyes narrowed. “Good. I should frighten you, little girl.”
She clutched my shirt, causing the hemline to drop, and giving me an agonizingly good view of her cleavage. “What are you talking about?”
The fear in her voice excited me. “I’m telling you to leave right now.”
“Is this about what I did in the tub? I’m sorry,” she whimpered. She was right in front of me now, grabbing onto my arms. At first I thought she was trying to stay on her feet because she was shaking so hard, but no, she was reaching out to me.
Why do you cling to the thing that terrifies you? I wondered. But there was no way I’d ask her that.
“It’s not because of what you did in the tub,” I admitted. “It’s about me. About what I want to do to you. About these feelings I can’t suppress any longer.”
I lowered my lips to her throat. She gasped. She smelled so damn good, like those apples she kept selling. Her skin wasn’t tanned or hardened by the sun. It was just soft and sweet. Perfect.
“I want you,” I said, almost to myself. “I want to take you. I want to make you mine. I don’t want anyone else to ever touch you.”
She shivered against me. “What are you talking about?”
She yelped as I pushed her down. “Leave, and don’t come after me anymore.”
“I can’t leave you when you’re like this.”
“But you want to?”
“No, I don’t.”
I glanced down at her. “You don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“I don’t care! I love you, Hansel. Why do you always push me away?”
I could feel my eyes growing dark, as if drugged—my blood rushing through me, pooling in my belly—and my cock, rising even higher, throbbing as it slowly tore away at my sanity.
“You want to know why I have to push you away Gretel?” I whispered, lowering myself again. I grabbed the shirt she wore—my shirt—and ripped it open.
She screamed. Her hands latched onto my wrists, probably trying to stop me as I grabbed the front of her dress and yanked down, exposing those beautiful, perfect, breasts. Then, I did what I’d wanted to do when I’d seen them pressed against the side of the bathtub—I bent down and took them in my mouth.
She moaned squirmed beneath me. Her hand grabbed my bicep, and her grip tightened when I rolled my tongue around her pink, hard nipple.
I pulled her down to the floor. My thigh slipped between her legs as I pushed up her dress. She wore underwear—a lay
er of pink silk so sheer it was almost transparent. She never left the house without it. She was such a good, innocent girl. She didn’t know what I thought about when I ran my hands over her, but her body did.
I pushed my hand up her panties. She was already wet and ready for me. She cried as she closed her thighs, making my hand bump into her clit.
“Is this what you wanted, little Gretel?” I whispered. Her body trembled. Every part of her was so delicate that it felt like any fast movement I made would make her break. Even if that was true, it didn’t matter. I’d lusted after her for too many years to treat her gently.
Her eyes looked glassy, like pools of water at night. It was dark in the church, and quiet, save for her startled gasps.
“Are you afraid?”
Her fingernails dug into my shoulders. My muscles tensed beneath the mild pain.
“You know why I can’t be around you now,” I said. “You know why you should leave right now—why you need to push me away.”
I would tell myself later that the next thing I did was to prove a point—that it was in her best interest and I was being selfless. But really, I did it just because I wanted to touch her. Slowly, I ran my hand up her slit. She was so warm and wet. It would be so easy to slip in a few fingers, and tear her apart, right then, beneath the cross.
A part of me wanted to have her this way. If I was to descend, I might as well descend entirely. I was already beyond redemption. God, I wanted her—and He could watch, for giving me a burden I was not strong enough to endure. Especially not when she came before me like a virginal offering, smelling of spring while the world wasted away in late autumn.
“You’re not saying anything,” I whispered. “Does that mean you’ll let me have you? Do you like the perverted things I do to your body, little girl?” I ran a finger up her slit, until I reached her clit. She cried out as I brushed my finger against it. She was so damn responsive, so sensitive.
“Hansel,” she whimpered. Her heels dug into the stone floor and she pushed herself forward. It was probably unconscious, but it made my finger slip down her wet slit and into her pussy. Her cunt wrapped around my finger, pulling it in until it hit her hymen.
She’d be so tight. Perfect. Already, her little, untried muscles were doing their job, making themselves ready for my dick. I remembered her round, firm breasts. Even they were untouched. My cock twitched as I thought of grabbing hold of her hair and her tits while I rammed my dick into her.
“Gretel, for almost as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to fuck you. I’ve wanted to take you. I know you don’t understand what I’m saying—but your body understands. And unless you leave now, I will do just that.”
She was breathing heavily, her dress clinging to her body from her sweat. Slowly, I asked the question that would seal our fates. “Do you want me to show you? Do you want me to possess you?”
***
Gretel
THE SHARP ANGLES OF the church’s rafters made me dizzy. Muted sunlight streamed in from the stained glass windows. Still, it was too bright. It revealed my body—a body that ached for his forbidden touch and the sinful things he spoke of. I wished it was night. In darkness, I’d be able to hide my naked body from myself and him. I could dissolve into these desires completely. Even a mask I would accept. At least that way, I could pretend I was a different person—a woman who could surrender without judgment or restraint.
At that moment, I wanted to be his. My body ached for it. He’d slipped a finger into that forbidden part of my body that even I didn’t dare touch. He knew just what I wanted—how to ignite and tame that fire building inside me—how to make that delicious ache even more painful and, at the same time, even more desirable. I wanted the tainted paradise he offered—that pleasure laced with pain. I wanted him to possess me.
I couldn’t say it. These thoughts could not come from me, surely. Especially not while I was in a house of God. He was watching. I knew it, and yet my body trembled before him, begging him for those things that were a sin.
“Gretel.” Hansel’s voice was a warning. His eyes and body were, too. They were dark and taught. Soon, there would be no turning back.
I didn’t care about the consequences. I just wanted whatever came next. If I didn’t have it, I’d go insane. “I can’t leave you,” I whispered. “I won’t. So take...what you want from me...”
He pushed up my left leg, making my forbidden area tighter and even tenderer. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
I shut my eyes. There, I found the darkness I needed to be myself. To answer him honestly. To shut out everything standing between us, so I could surrender to the sensations building inside me. “I don’t care,” I said, voice hoarse and shaking. “I want you to possess me.”
He growled and backed off. For a moment there was silence. I almost thought I’d imagined the whole thing—perhaps I would have if my legs weren’t still sore from where he’d touched me.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded.
I did. My vision was a bit blurry.
“Now, take off your dress.”
I shot up. “But I’m not wearing anything under—”
“Take it off,” he interrupted.
Suddenly, I was afraid to argue. Afraid, even, to comply, though I did it. Slowly, I got on my knees, grabbed the hem of my dress, and pulled it over my head.
The air was cold, and my body reacted immediately—my stomach flexed, I pulled my legs together, and goose bumps flared over my skin. The dress caught on my chin as I pull it off, but I pulled it harder, ignoring how the buttons scraped my skin, until it was gone. Then, I threw the dress beside the altar.
I hugged my arms around my breasts. My cheeks were so hot that it made me dizzy. “I’m naked. Now what?”
“Not naked enough. Take off your undergarments.” His voice sounded less certain and more strained. I was tempted to look at him, but was too afraid.
Instead, I gulped. “I don’t think...”
“You were so bold in the bathroom just an hour ago.” I heard the steady clack of his boots as he approached. “Do you want to leave already?”
“No. I just don’t think I can...”
“That’s alright.” He dropped onto his knees, into my line of vision, and looked at me.
His eyes were dark. Glazed over. He looked as delirious as I felt. “I don’t mind ripping these,” he said, pushing his hand, once again, up my silk undergarments with one hand, and with the other, pulling down the elastic to kiss my lower stomach.
I moaned as my hands fisted hair. What was it about his lips that did this to me? They were just lips. I’d seen him use them many times before, for speaking. I’d kissed them when I was younger. In fact, we’d kissed often. He would play the prince and I the princess—and each day he’d save me, and I’d reward him with a kiss. Why did these kisses feel so different now?
“You like this, don’t you?” He whispered, moving his mouth lower, lower, and his hand higher. “You don’t even know what this is, and yet you like it.”
“I don’t...” know, I was about to say, but I couldn’t think straight enough to say it.
He lifted his mouth from my skin. I moaned in protest. “You lie. Do you want me to show you how much of a liar you are?”
His hands gripped my hips. His fingers dug into me, bruising me.
“You’re hurting me,” I whispered.
“Good.” He grabbed my hips and hoisted me up on the altar.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking you.” He raised my legs and fit himself between them. There was a budge in his pants—where that thing I’d discovered him touching earlier was located—the origin of his fever. I caught his fever when the tip of it hit my forbidden area. It didn’t matter that it was behind his pants. I felt the heat of it through his clothes. Or maybe that heat emanated from within, pumping from my stomach to my legs, making me insane.
“Please,” I whimpered as his hands brushed over my naked body.
> “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “So beautiful that, sometimes, I wonder if it would be better if you didn’t exist. If I’d never seen you, or wanted you. Men often blame women for their own desire. Looking at you, I can see why.”
I tried to move my neck, tried to speak, but my body was too weak. Bliss and pain throbbed from my forbidden area, mixing with fear and anticipation until I couldn’t think.
He pulled my undergarments to my ankles. I grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him, but he pushed me onto my back and yanked them all the way off. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but he grabbed my wrists, holding them out, so that I was completely open to him.
“What are you doing?” I yelped.
“I thought you wanted me to see all of you. Have you changed your mind? Do you want to leave?”
He was giving me another opportunity to leave. I knew, somehow, that this would be my last. I should go, my mind chanted, but I couldn’t. Not anymore.
“I don’t want to leave,” I answered unsteadily.
His eyes grew even darker. He grabbed my hips, held them down. My thighs tensed. He pushed his body into mine, until that strange thing between his legs hit my forbidden area.
“Then I will take you.” He was breathing too quickly, losing control. “And after tonight, there will be no secrets between us. We’ll be more than just best friends, or brother and sister. I’ll have had all of you, seen all of you, and you will never be able to hide from me again.”
Though he let go of me, I didn’t dare wrap my arms around my belly. I knew he’d hold me down again. That his grip would be as harsh and unforgiving as his words. Shame welled up in my stomach, but I told myself it didn’t matter, he’d already seen it. Seen all of me.
I knew it was wrong, and yet I instinctively spread my legs further apart as he slipped a hand between my forbidden area and the bulge in his pants. I heard a subdued, metallic sound. He’d undid his pants.
