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.” 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.

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.

“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. 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.

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

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,...