by Locket, V.
Mom and dad had been surprised to see us come home together. We hadn’t been spending enough time with each other, they’d said, and then mom had chastised Hansel for neglecting me just because he was getting older and starting to look at girls.
I didn’t like how she said looking at the girls. It made me think that Hansel did the things he did with me to other women. Is that what all those snide looks and winks were for? I hated thinking about him touching another woman’s forbidden place like that. About revealing himself to another person. About anyone else relieving his fever.
But I knew that other girls got a fever when they looked at him. Some of my own friends did. They liked watching him dig in the fields. They liked his long, lean body and muscles. They said that they wanted to touch them, and their cheeks flushed as they said it.
Yes, he gave other girls fevers. I was nothing special.
But I wanted to be.
I’d wanted to ask mother what she meant. I’d wanted to tell her that he was mine. But I couldn’t do that. Hansel had said I mustn’t tell anyone what had happened, and even if he hadn’t, I knew that it was wrong. Sinful. Something for which I could never be forgiven.
We’d already ruined the altarpiece. That was a sin for which I’d never be forgiven. We’d done something in God’s house that should never be done. I knew it. I’d known it as we did it, as my body screamed out in pain and I accepted Hansel’s sin. And a part of my body had liked it—had enjoyed the pain, the feeling of being split open, the feeling of being so close to him. I’d liked the way he panted. The twisted expression in his face as he drove into me. The dark look in his eyes, as if I were all that existed. All that mattered. I wanted that look for myself, always. I wanted to possess that look as he possessed me.
And so I had sinned even greater than he, who had just looked to relieve his fever, because I’d accepted his sin and added to it my own desire to sin again and again.
It had been a very long and awkward dinner. I’d been so hungry, but it was hard to eat. Hard to be so close to Hansel. Hard to look at his hands holding the fork, or to look at his lips when he ate and spoke. I remembered those hands on my body. I remembered his lips on my breasts. I remembered him pushing his fingers into my skin, bruising me.
Yes, it was even hard to sit because I was so sore and bruised from his fingers and teeth. But all of my sin was hidden beneath my dress I’d worn so many times before. My dress should have meant nothing to me, but now it meant everything because my life had changed while I was wearing it.
But Hansel had been composed. And when my mother had mentioned to him that something was wrong, he just said I hadn’t been feeling well, and so he’d taken me for a walk. She’d been satisfied with that. She’d told me to finish up eating quickly and get to bed, and that she’d be up in a while to check up on me.
So I’d run upstairs after dinner and gotten in my bed. I’d allowed my mother to tuck me in and kiss my cheek. But something about it felt wrong. This secret was between us, now.
A secret I must never reveal to anyone.
A secret I could never forget.
Now, away from Hansel, away from my parent’s, I still didn’t feel composed or safe. He was in the next room, probably sleeping. My parents, too, were sleeping.
I got up. If he was sleeping, it would be alright to look at him, wouldn’t it? I wouldn’t upset him. I wouldn’t scare him. I just wanted to see him for a few seconds.
I crept to my door and opened it.
It creaked. As I stepped into the hallway, the floorboards also creaked. I froze. What if someone heard me? What would I be able to say?
But there was no movement. Everyone was in their beds, except for me.
I got to Hansel’s door, raised my fist but didn’t knock. I rested my lips on the wood. He was on the other side, sleeping. He was in there, and he didn’t know the turmoil he’d given me. That ache was still growing inside me. I felt it, even though I knew I shouldn’t. And even though I knew it was wrong, and that it was the source of his pain, I still yearned for it. I wanted to feel that bliss of being ripped apart. Of losing myself. I wanted it even if it destroyed us both.
I turned the doorknob and pushed open the door.
***
Hansel
I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF trying to ignore the biggest boner I’d ever had. I’d already cum three times after dinner. My dick didn’t seem to care. Each time it just got fucking harder. I knew that giving in and rubbing it until I orgasmed wasn’t going to do the trick. I had to neglect it. Forget about it.
Yeah right. It hurt to lie on my back. It hurt to lie on my side. I needed to fuck her. Again. Jesus Christ, I’d just fucked her. She had been a virgin, and yet, my body was throbbing with the desire to kick open her door and take her while her parents slept in the next room. I was pathetic.
I heard something. I froze. Footsteps. One, two, then nothing.
My eyes were still closed, my body taught. No, it couldn’t be, I thought, and I waited to hear something else, but there was no more sound.
God, what was wrong with me? Was I now hallucinating, imagining her coming in here? Even if she did, all I would do was send her back to her room, where she should be.
Or at least I told myself that was what I’d do.
And then I heard the steps again.
What the Hell? I looked up to see her, the origin of my misery, standing in the middle of my room.
She was wearing a small night shift. The fabric was so soft and thin that I could see the outline of her breasts through it. Her pink nipples looked purple in the light. They were hard.
“Hansel,” she whispered. To my ears, it sounded like a moan.
Oh God, this isn’t happening. Please tell me this isn’t happening. How the Hell was I supposed to do the right thing when she showed up while I was struggling to subdue a raging boner? “You’re not here,” I whispered back.
“Hansel,” she repeated, as if she hadn’t heard me. Maybe she wasn’t really here. Maybe I had finally gone insane. Insane from wanting to fuck her so bad. Lord, I was sick. I needed to be put down, and anyone who heard my inner thoughts would agree with me.
“Hansel,” she said again, stepping closer. Closer. I pushed myself to the wall, as far away from her as possible. It wasn’t very far. I knew I should throw myself out the window, but my body was too tight to move any further.
She bent down over the bed. Her hand touched my hand, and goose bumps flared over my skin.
No, this was definitely not a dream. I wasn’t that lucky.
“Hansel,” she said again.
Yes, that was my name. Then, she continued to state the obvious. “It’s late, and you’re still awake.”
“So are you,” I replied.
She sighed, then stood.
Good, she’s leaving, I thought, but again, I wasn’t that lucky. She sat her round ass on the bed right next to me. And God, it was a tight, beautiful ass, too.
“I can’t sleep,” she said.
My cock twitched. Please don’t let the reason be what I think it is, I pleaded.
But it was.
“My fever is back,” she whispered. “I was so hot during dinner. I ached so much that I could barely sit, and now, even laying down in bed is hurting me.”
Oh God, did I really have to listen to this? I did not have limitless self control. I had barely any control, as my little episode earlier today had proven. I’d just fucked her like a whore, and how she was back, after her first time, in barely anything, sitting on my bed, touching me...almost...
“Hansel, I do not think we banished the sin earlier this evening. It is still here.”
What the Hell was she talking about?”
“Hansel,” she whispered, turning towards me, pressing her breasts against my chest.
Alright, this had to stop, immediately. “Get the fuck out of my room,” I said as nicely as I could.
She jerked back as if slapped. “What?”
“You nee
d to get the fuck out,” I rasped. God, this was so hard in so many ways. Couldn’t she see how hard I was? Her ass was right next to my dick, which was currently trying to bust out of my pants.
“I just thought, the aching...”
I grabbed her wrist. “You just thought what? That you could come into a guy’s room late at night, and everything would be fine?”
“I don’t know,” she babbled.
I glared at her. She needed to never come around me again. This would never end well. Never. I needed to scare her away completely, and apparently today I hadn’t done enough. “Hasn’t anyone told you to never go into a man’s bedroom at night?”
“Well, yes...”
“Do you know why?” I interrupted.
Her cheeks flushed. I could see them even in the moonlight. If it were day, if the sun were out, they’d be a delicious shade of pink right now. Pink as her apples, her nipples, her cunt...
I couldn’t do this. I grabbed onto her wrist and shoved her down on the bed, pinning her beneath me.
“What are you doing?” She cried.
I stuffed my hand over her mouth. “You need to be quiet. No one can find you in here, do you understand? Do you want to get us both in trouble?”
She shook her head.
I yanked up her arm and, with my hand still clamped over her mouth, I pushed her into the far wall. My erection was right up against that beautiful ass, with one hand on her tits and the other on her mouth.
“Do you hear that?” I whispered in her ear.
She nodded. Her skin was so soft beneath my lips. Far softer than my lips.
“That’s mom and dad, in the next room, sleeping,” I whispered. “They can never know about what happened between us. Never.”
She gulped. Tried to move her mouth.
“No.” I pushed her harder into the wall. “You are not allowed to speak. Not one word.”
As she struggled against me, she unwittingly pressed her ass into my cock. I felt her tight ass muscles clench around the head of my dick through my thin pants. I pushed deeper inside of her, showing her that regardless of how hard she tried to keep me out, I’d be able to take her.
“Do you want me to show you, little girl?” I asked. The darkness I’d tried to suppress was creeping up into me, threatening to consume me. No, it already consumed me. I bent down and bit her neck, hard. She tried to cry out but I muffled her whimpers with my hand.
I reached into my pocket, pulled out my handkerchief and stuffed it into her mouth. It was the same one I always gave her whenever she was upset. The one she cleaned for me daily. The one she’d embroidered, lovingly, with an H inside of a heart. She said the H stood for Hansel, and the heart represented how she’d always love me.
Will you still love me after this, dear Gretel? I wondered as I pushed my hands up her dress. She whimpered as my fingers spread over her naked skin, grabbing onto that nice, firm ass.
“You know what I’m going to do, don’t you? Is this what you came here, for? Are you really just a little whore, beneath all that sweetness and innocence? Do you want to be my whore?” I shoved my hand down her hip, then up her night gown. Goosebumps flared over her skin. I slid two fingers up her cunt. Her little muscles were already clamping around them, working them like they’d work my cock in a few moments. She cried as I moved them in and out of her, from pleasure, surprise, pain, or a combination of all three.
“Do you want to be my little whore?” I repeated.
She had no idea what the word meant. I knew that much, but she did understand enough, I think, to get the idea of what I was asking for. She arched back her head, showing me shocked eyes.
I stabbed her cunt with my fingers, then slipped them out of her. I licked them, smiling as her eyes grew even wider. “You’ve got such a wet cunt. I bet you’d let me take you right now, up against the wall. I bet you’d even get off on the fact that your parents are sleeping next door. Do you want to taste how much of a whore you already are?” I pushed my fingers beneath the handkerchief, dipping them into her mouth. Her tongue recoiled. She wasn’t used to her sweet taste, or maybe she was just ashamed of how much she wanted me.
God damn, it was too much, seeing my finger slip in between those plump lips. I pushed my finger to the back of her throat, felt her gag, and imagined my cock sliding in and out of that perfect mouth.
No, I had to hurt her to make her leave. This couldn’t continue. If anyone found out...
“Well, Gretel? Don’t come into a man’s room unless you’re ready,” I sneered, climbing off her and dragging her to her feet.
There, that should have frightened her. I couldn’t think of a single woman who would accept that kind of abuse from anyone. Now all she had to do was leave before I lost my sanity and actually did all the things I’d promised.
“I...” Her voice shook. She gulped. I turned around, to see her moving her toes over either side of her feet, wringing her hands on the hem of her dress, making it rise far above her knees.
“Hansel,” she said, struggling to keep her voice clear. “I want to be your little whore.”
She didn’t look at me when she said it. Seemed to know, instinctively, that it was something bad, something she should not be saying, and my dear little Gretel never did anything that wasn’t right. She was incapable of it.
Until now.
My cock was so fucking hard. I hadn’t noticed that I’d undid my pants until it was in my hand, pumping. I stepped towards her. She shuddered, but didn’t retreat.
Good girl.
My heart beat too quickly, making my throat pound. My head pound. “Get on your knees,” I demanded. Where had that voice come from? That desire? It didn’t matter—I wanted it, though I knew it was wrong, though I knew it was impossible—and she complied.
“So you want to be my whore?” I asked, rubbing her cheek with my hand. She shut her eyes and turned her face into my palm, kissed it with her sweet, soft lips. She had no idea what was about to happen. A part of me liked being the one who would show her; the fact that she didn’t know. And a part of me wanted to frighten her, not because it was the best thing for us both, but because this obsession was so far from pure. I wasn’t a little boy anymore, content with secret smiles and flowers and fruits. Even her body could not satiate me. Even her submission...
“I want to be whatever you want me to be,” she whispered.
I ran my thumb over her lips. Her tongue flicked out. “After tonight, you’re going to regret that choice.”
“No I won’t.”
“Yes you will.” I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to my cock. My dick hit her in the eye and she winced. In the moonlight, I could see my precum shining under her eyelashes, as if she were a fairy that had been captured and bound to the earth. She looked up with me, a reverent expression in those blue, deep eyes, as if she’d been drugged.
I fisted her hair, and she winced again from the pain. I had to make her never come to me again. I had to make sure this never happened again. Because if it did...I was afraid what I would do. I could barely contain this obsession, and if she kept coming to me instead of going away, it would never end and we would be discovered.
I could not let that happen.
“Open your mouth.”
“Why?” She asked, and I slapped her face. The shimmering precum smeared over her cheek, making her skin purple.
“No talking. You are not allowed to make a sound. Not unless I ask you a direct question.”
She nodded.
“Now open your mouth so I can fuck your face.”
She cringed, but did it. I wondered if she knew what that meant—if she’d possibly ever done this with another man. The feeling filled me with a rage so intense that for a moment I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but watch her, imagining another cock in her mouth, those lips and tongue pleasing another man, being his little whore.
My hand fisted her hair harder. I hadn’t noticed how hard I was gripping it until she let out
a small moan.
“Sorry, I won’t say anything again,” she said hurriedly. “It just hurt.”
I loosened my grip. What kind of monster was I? It was none of my business who she was with. I couldn’t keep her. After tonight, she would never be mine.
My hands shook. “Those sounds...you can make them whenever you want. Just don’t do it too loud. Mom and dad can’t hear us.”
She nodded.
“Keep your mouth open,” I said, and slipped my cock inside.
Her lips closed around it like a suction cup. I mashed the tip into her tongue.
“Just suck on it, just like that...” I murmured, closing my eyes. “Swirl your tongue around it, yes. Kiss it with your lips. Keep kissing. Just like your sucking on a lollipop.”
The lollipop reference hit it home. Her lips pushed against my cock, and she rolled her tongue around it lazily. She began to lick it, with a smile, just like how she sucked on lollipops. She grabbed the base and held it up as she began licking from base to tip. God, as if that image wasn’t erotic enough already, I’d never be able to watch her eat candy again.
I let her play with it for a moment longer, until the ache wouldn’t leave my chest. I wanted this—this. These sweet, little moments of exploration. Watching her get used to my length. Easing her into sex. I wanted this kindness. If only she weren’t my sister. If she were just some girl from town, I’d be able to love her sweetly. I’d be able to accept her kindness. And we would do this together without anyone else dictating what was right or wrong, because it wouldn’t be wrong. And then, there’d be no pain.
But it wasn’t worth thinking about possibilities that could never come true.
I grabbed her head and pulled her closer, until her mouth was right over my balls. She took one of them in her mouth, still swirling her tongue. Pleasure shot through me as she licked me, making little sounds in the back of her throat from trying so hard. God, it was almost too much.
I moaned as I brought the head of my dick to her mouth and forced it in as far as I could. I was starting to soften towards her. I couldn’t do that. I needed to be hard, for her to fear me so that she would stay away, because whenever she came to me I couldn’t say no.
