The early dawn came too quickly. Hansel and Gretel had fallen asleep, she with his cock in her mouth and he with his face buried in her fragrant pussy.
Their father calling them through the door brought them awake and scrambling out of a potentially embarrassing situation were the woodsman to come in and see them like this.
"Come on, kids, we're going into the forest to cut some wood for the winter."
Their stepmother was there to see them off. She went to her husband and gave him a long, deep kiss, running her hands against his crotch, which was already rock hard and ready to fuck her. "Save that for me, baby," she whispered to him with a devilish laugh. "I'll enjoy sliding that sausage into my buns later," she tempted him further with the delightful promise of sodomizing her. "Just don't come back with those brats."
The woodman knew what he had to do to please his wife. With his ax in tow, he led the kids deeper and deeper into the woods where neither child had ever ventured. All the while, Hansel used the pebbles he'd gathered last night and left a trail as they went along.
The woodcutter, his heart breaking at what he had to do, mumbled some lame excuse about needing to relieve himself behind a bush. He sprinted for home and into his wife's waiting ass.
Meanwhile, Hansel and Gretel were getting chilled the longer they waited for their father to return. But he didn't. They comforted each other with a hug, holding each other until the moon came up.
Gretel was frightened of the night sounds around them. "Don't worry, dear sister, let me take your mind off this place." And so he parted her legs and knelt between them to lick and suck on those fleshy crevices he now knew so well. It worked like magic. While the wildlife around them called out in the dead of the night, brother and sister took comfort and refuge in each other's newly found desires. She loved his cock and her mouth couldn't get enough of it. They pleasured each other for hours like this, until finally they were too tired to have any more orgasms.
"Oh, brother, what'll we do?" Gretel lamented, rubbing her brother's flaccid cock lovingly.
He only chuckled, seeming to have no care in the world.
"What's so funny? We're about to die out here and all you find that amusing?" She yanked on his cock in anger, and his mirth turned into desire.
"Suck on my ball, sister, and I'll tell you why I'm not too worried about our situation."
More than ready to humor him, she dived in between his legs and took his hairy wrinkly balls into her mouth, sucking on them as she would on a peach pit.
"I left a trail of white pebbles for us to find our way back again. I see one right now as the moonlight is reflecting off them."
She leaned over and gave her brother a deep kiss full of excitement. "Why didn't you tell me that earlier, you jerk!"
"Would we have had that marathon lapping session between each others legs had I told you?"
She laughed, shaking her head in amused consternation. "Probably. I've grown a liking for the taste of that thing." She still refused to call it by its name, always referring to it as that thing.
It didn't take them long to get back to the cottage in the moonlight. They didn't even need to creep back into their rooms because their parents were at it again tonight—the noise of grunts and screams of pleasure coming out of their room was enough to wake the dead.
The next morning a scream of outrage rang through the cottage when Gerta walked into the room she expected to be empty and instead found the two brats sleeping together in their bed. Ready to have it out with her husband, she locked her stepkids in the room for the rest of the day, all the while raging at her husband and belittling him as a man. And then she'd tease him by fucking until he was just about to cum, only to jump off him, laughing at his discomfort.
