Gretel's Gratification

GRETEL’S GRATIFICATION by

Karen Mandeville

WHISKEY CREEK PRESS www.whiskeycreekpress.com

Published by WHISKEY CREEK PRESS Whiskey Creek Press PO Box 51052 Casper, WY 82605-1052 www.whiskeycreekpress.com

Copyright © 2006 by Karen Mandeville Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. ISBN 978-1-59374-638-4

Credits Cover Artist: Jinger Heaston Editor: Louise Bohmer Printed in the United States of America

WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT GRETEL’S GRATIFICATION “This reviewer found it refreshing to read a romance that involved a married couple and the nuances of the relationship. The conversations regarding the mother-in-law are a hoot and should provide a chuckle or two for readers who can relate all to well. It bears mentioning that this reviewer had some difficultly getting past the fact that in the original fairytale, Hansel and Gretel were siblings. That aside, GRETEL’S GRATIFICATION will satisfy readers looking for an afternoon escape.” Dee Gentle Love Romances July 2006

Dedication To my family and friends for being so understanding and encouraging. To my readers—Thank you and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1 Gretel squinted as she flicked the visor guard in the car to block the sun from shining into her eyes. “Well, this is nice, don’t you think?” Hansel asked, as they drove along the dirt road. “You know my stance on camping,” Gretel said, as she played with the ends of her hair. She was sick of the only view being trees for the last forty-five minutes. “It’s not camping. This cabin is the most luxurious one we could get. There is a spa; there’s gas heating. It’s got cable television. Everything you need,” he said, trying to make light of the situation. “If it has all this stuff, why couldn’t we just stay at home?” Gretel said, looking out the window. “If it has television, all you are going to end up doing is sitting in front of it, and then it would be no different than what would happen two hours drive from here.” Hansel sighed. “Honey. I am trying my best. I think the least you can do is be a little enthusiastic about this weekend retreat.” “I am enthusiastic,” she interrupted. “I just need to get out of this car. This scenery is driving me mad. All I’ve seen since the main road is trees!” She pulled at the seatbelt and moved to face Hansel. “How much farther is it?” “It shouldn’t be too much longer,” he said, gripping the steering wheel. The moment he suggested a weekend retreat, 1

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she was on edge. “What can I do to make this trip a little less tedious for you?” “I thought this retreat was supposed to be about rest and relaxation and a bit of fun,” she said. “You are making it sound like home. I want things to be spontaneous. I want to run free with nature, but not so much that I get bitten by bugs or chased by bears!” “I was hoping we would be inside the cabin too much to be out with the bears, but whatever turns you on, baby,” Hansel said with a grin. “It concerns me that you actually listened to your mother’s ideas about a weekend away,” Gretel said, rolling her eyes as she looked out the window again. “So how much farther is it?” “Gretel,” he said, his knuckles turning whiter as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. “I swear, I love you, but sometimes, you just shit me with your attitude. You know how far it is, yet you keep asking.” “Don’t be getting the shitties with me. All I have to do is just sit here.” She pouted. “I know we are doing this for our marriage, but it concerns me that your mother suggested a romantic weekend away in the woods. Does she not realize that it’s also a perfect opportunity to bury a body?” Hansel could feel her staring at him. “Is that a threat?” “Depends.” She smirked. “Live in fear.” “Look, the counselor said that we should try just being together for a weekend. If we can’t make it through the next two days without a shovel in one hand and one of us beneath the ground, then I will gladly sign the papers for you.” “I’m just surprised your mother suggested it. She does realize by her offering this, she effectively wants me to stay with her precious little boy,” Gretel said. “I just don’t have the energy to fight anymore. I love you, but you are my partner, not 2

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your family. I’ve said it a million times—if our relationship is going to survive, then they all need to stop meddling.” Hansel kept his focus on the road ahead. “This is supposed to be a weekend for the two of us just to talk, do whatever we want. Do you have to keep throwing my mother in my face?” “Well you throw her in my face when you don’t get what you want,” Gretel snapped back. “Oh, honey, I haven’t gotten what I want from you in a long time,” Hansel said. “And you have the hide to make comments about my attitude!” She seethed, as she folded her arms defiantly. “Enjoy the next two days, Hansel, because after this, I don’t know where we will be.” Hansel shook his head and thought, It’s going to be a long weekend indeed. **** Gretel looked around as they neared the cabin. It was in a small clearing and well concealed with trees. It looked like the only sign of human life within that pocket of the forest. She waited for Hansel to stop the car. “What? Are you waiting for the butler to open the door for you?” he asked, as he opened his own door. “No,” she said. “It looks dank.” Hansel moved to the back of the car to get the bags out of the trunk, while Gretel headed for the front door. She noticed a hammock strung precariously between two trees at the side of the cottage. Letting the door swing wide open, Gretel screwed her nose up and shut her eyes. “And it is dank.” Gretel slowly stepped inside for a closer inspection of the wooden cabin’s interior. Hansel sighed as he placed the bags down and stood by her side. 3

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Neither spoke, but they knew the other was staring at the one big bed in the centre of the room. “Your bags, madam,” Hansel said, moving into the kitchen area and flicking on the tap. “You have running water, a spa and heating. What more could you want?” “Civilization? Cell phone reception?” “You are a creature of habit,” he said, walking toward the bed and bouncing on the edge. “Time for you to live outside your comfort zone.” “I do live outside my comfort zone,” she said, glaring at him. “Every single day.” “And now what is that supposed to mean?” “It means what it means,” Gretel said, reaching for her bag. “Exactly what I said.” “So what do you want to do first?” Hansel asked. “What would your mother suggest?” Gretel said, pulling on her jacket. Hansel’s smile faded as he shook his head, “You have to make it so hard. I am trying my best, Gretel. I love you, but fuck, you don’t give anyone a chance. You have to look for fault in everything everyone does. If I didn’t love you, do you think I would have put up with your whining for the last two hours to get here, let alone the time that I’m surely chomping at the bit to endure for the drive home. You know I’m a patient man but Jesus, woman, you are pushing me to my limit. I love you; I know we can work through things, but you have to be prepared to make a compromise too.” Gretel opened her mouth to speak but Hansel cut her off by continuing. “You have—and always did and will continue to have—my attention, but just because I’m not looking at you when I speak, or I have to focus a little of my time on other things, doesn’t mean that I love you any less.” 4

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Gretel toyed with the cuff on her sleeve. “I’m sorry that you think of me that way.” She turned on her heel and reached for the door to pull it closed. “Where are you going?” he mumbled. “Just a walk,” she said. “Walk away then,” he said, looking back to his feet. “Fine,” Gretel snapped. “Fine!” Hansel quipped back. Gretel pulled at her overcoat and turned to face him at the door. “I can’t believe you just said that to me. You can be very insensitive at times.” “You can be just as annoying,” Hansel said. “Where do you think you are going? There’s nowhere for you to go for miles.” “I just can’t be in the same room with you for the moment,” she said. “I need to think about this by myself, okay? I’m not giving you a ‘no’ for an answer, but I need to think about this. There are many other factors to consider that don’t include either of us.” “But where are you going?” “For a walk,” Gretel said, opening the door. “You won’t get far in those shoes. The ground’s not ready for stilettos!” he yelled. Gretel didn’t even bother to respond. She slammed the door shut behind her, and looked at the forest that surrounded her. No phones, no cars, no people, no white noise to confuse her mind further. This was just what she needed. Sit quietly and take stock of where their relationship had come. They used to be so hot and heavy when they were going out, and then when they got married, they seemed to fall into a rut, learned to depend on the security that each other provided, but let the lust in their relationship fall to the wayside due to work commitments, deadlines and meetings. About 5

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the only spontaneous thing they had done as a couple was come on this retreat, and that was at the suggestion of their marriage counselor, who got the idea from his mother! Gretel disliked Hansel’s mother from the get-go. She was intrusive, would turn up at their house unannounced and find flaws in everything Gretel did. Nothing was ever good enough for her son. The woman frustrated the hell out of her. Gretel never had to worry about Hansel being with another woman. His mother was the other woman in their relationship. Pulling her coat tighter around her, Gretel set off walking past the car and headed towards the dirt track that led into the forest. The leaves crunched into the pebbles under her feet as she walked along. It was early afternoon. The sky was bright and the leaves in the trees looked their greenest. The sound of birds tweeting and calling to each other kept Gretel looking to the sky. The farther she walked under the canopy of the trees, the more the air took on a chill. She pulled the collar of her jacket around her ears and shoved her hands inside her pockets. She turned and looked to the cottage when she heard Hansel calling for her. He was standing in the doorway. Gretel scoffed at the sight and turned on her heel. She wanted to be by herself! She quickened her pace, knowing that he would most likely come after her. Choosing to go left at a fork in the track, Gretel stopped behind a large tree and caught her breath. She slowly moved her head around the edge of the tree to see if Hansel was coming along behind her. She held her breath and listened hard. When she couldn’t hear the sound of footsteps, she stepped clear and continued along the track.

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Chapter 2 Hansel sighed as he heard the door click shut. He looked at his hands as he shook his head. He was alone. Looking around the room, it dawned on him. This would be used as a honeymoon suite. Hansel stood clear of the bed and walked around the room. He had a golden opportunity to talk to his wife about where they were headed and he just let her walk out. He could see both sides of the argument. His wife wanted them to be independent of his family, while his mother wanted to be very much in their lives. He did agree with his mother’s idea that a weekend away would be a good thing for the pair of them, but couldn’t believe that Gretel took offence to the suggestion. Why can’t she see that my mother does like her? If she didn’t, Mother would be pushing the divorce papers in my face. He walked to the door and pulled it open. He could see the back of her. She was at the forest’s edge. “Gretel,” he called. He waved as she turned, but she didn’t stop walking. He moved out onto the porch and called again, “Honey.” When she disappeared into the forest, Hansel scoffed. “Fine, keep walking away. God knows that’s what you do best!” Turning on his heel, he stormed into the cottage and slammed the door shut. Again, he was alone. Within minutes, he was walking towards the forest in pursuit of his wife. 7

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**** With her skin starting to flush, Gretel peeled off her jacket and left it lying on the ground. Her long hair bounced on her shoulders, and she continued walking quickly along the narrow track. Small clusters of flowers dotted the edge of the path and kept her smiling. The thought of Hansel chasing after her made her blood course through her veins. She was surprised at how firm the ground was, her heels hardly sunk in at all. Her ankles started to ache as she tried to keep up her pace. “Men!” she cursed, as she crouched to undo the clasp that held the strap around her ankle. The sound of cracking twigs made her spring to her feet and set off running again. Her heart beat hard inside her chest as she continued to run. She held her arms under her breasts to stop them from bouncing too much. She looked at the ground as she ran before turning back to look along the path. Her nipples were tender against the cold air and the blouse’s material. She could see her breath starting to fog as she passed more and more trees. She didn’t want to get too far ahead of him for fear they might lose their way back to the cottage. Gretel continued along the trail and tugged at her top. Nipples aching, she breathed into her hands and placed them over each breast. “This was stupid,” she said. “I should just let him catch up and find me.” Her thoughts were interrupted by the distant sound of someone laughing. A woman’s laugh. Gretel stopped and listened. She thought there wasn’t supposed to be anyone for miles around. She wished the birds would stop their chatter so she could hear which direction the sound cam efrom. Gretel turned and looked behind her. There was no one. She looked along the path before her. Still no one. 8

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She heard the woman laugh again. This time there was a shriek accompanying the laugh. Gretel crept along the path and looked into the forest on both sides. She could see the woman. She was with a man. They were in a small clearing. Gretel moved slowly towards the edge of the forest, being careful to keep herself hidden. They were lying on a blanket. The woman had long blonde hair that reached halfway down her back. The man had light brown shortish hair. Gretel thought it looked like a corporate haircut. They looked to be the same age as Gretel and Hansel. They were acting like Gretel and Hansel used to. Gretel scanned the area they were distracted in, and could see the picnic basket on the opposite side of the clearing. Gretel smirked at the sight of the woman straddling the man. Their backs were facing her. She was looking up at them from their feet. They were both clothed. The woman was wrestling to keep the man’s hands off her. They were both laughing as she managed to hold his hands above his head. The woman leant forward and kissed the man. The way the woman moved above the man, Gretel could tell it was a deep and passionate kiss. Gretel looked to the ground before her. For a moment, she felt embarrassed for watching but something within her couldn’t bring herself to look away. Gretel had watched pornographic movies, even encouraged to a degree by Hansel, but she’d never openly watched another couple in the act. Shivers ran down Gretel’s spine as she watched the man’s hand move over the woman’s buttocks. He pulled the material of her flowing skirt tight to show the outline of her buttocks. Gretel felt her cheeks flush as she watched the man’s fingers slowly creep the material towards the small of her back. The woman wasn’t wearing any underpants. Gretel was given a clear view of the woman’s hairless pussy. More pangs 9

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of embarrassment washed over Gretel, and she felt she had to move; but when she shifted, juice squelched between her legs. She was turned on by what she was watching. Gretel remained crouching as she watched the woman’s hand move between his legs and caress his cock through his trousers. The man spread his legs, which in turn, forced her legs further apart, and brought his knees up. The man moaned as she fondled his cock and unzipped his pants. Gretel could tell from the outline of the bulge that he was a big boy. Gretel reached and placed her hand on a tree trunk to steady herself. Her nipples tingled. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was getting, and all shades of embarrassment had disappeared. The only thing she had to worry about was being seen, but the couple was so involved with each other, she didn’t have to be concerned. The woman rolled off the man and pulled his pants off his legs. Gretel’s mouth dropped open at the size of the man’s penis. It was thick, long and it stood straight up. No bow in the middle. The man moaned as the woman pushed his legs open and took his cock in her mouth. She didn’t flick it with her tongue like Gretel did. She just took it. And she took a lot of it. The man arched his back the more she took. Gretel moved along the path to get a side view. She wished she could be closer but didn’t want to get too close. She sighed as she watched the woman’s head bob up and down while her hand moved to massage his balls. The man rolled his head back to look directly along the grass before making the comment that he loved how she gave him head. The man said something that Gretel couldn’t hear, but she knew exactly what he’d asked her to do when she turned on her knees and straddled him again. Gretel joined in with the woman’s sigh of appreciation as she watched the man 10

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lift his head and put his face between her legs. Gretel felt heat growing between her thighs as the woman continued with her focus. The woman continued to work over his cock with both her hands and her lips. Gretel watched with wide eyes as the man’s cock disappeared into the woman’s mouth. Gretel could feel tingles as she watched the woman rotate her hips gently. The man held on to each side of her buttocks to keep his face there. The woman moaned and let his cock fall out of her mouth as she continued to massage his balls. Her back arched and then dropped in quick succession as the man kept eating her. She sat up and grabbed hold of her breasts through the fine light material and let her head drop back. The man was relentless. Gretel feared he might be drowning, until she saw his hand move towards her stomach and hold onto her breast. The woman cried out the instruction for the man ‘not to stop’ as she bucked on his face. She leant forward and the man pushed her forward so he could get free. The woman stayed on her hands and knees as the man moved behind her. He, too, stayed on his hands and knees and brought his face between her legs again. Gretel could feel the sensation of a tongue running over her own lips, which caused more juice to dribble between her legs. Gretel was sure there was going to be a puddle on the ground from her own pussy by the time these two finished. The man brought his hand up and brushed his fingers over her lips. The woman called out as he rubbed against her clit, then she leant forward and put her weight on her elbows before spreading her knees wide. She continued to writhe against the touch of his hand as he slipped his fingers inside her. Gretel was too far away to see how many he’d put in, but she 11

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thought it had to be at least two. Gretel couldn’t stand it any more. She pulled her jeans and knickers down to her knees. She snickered as she crouched into position again. The cool air on her buttocks made her skin prickle, but it felt good on her wet pussy lips. Gretel brought her fingers to her pussy and they slipped over it with ease. She couldn’t believe how wet she was. Her pussy gave her no resistance as she fondled it, and gave her clit some attention. She sighed as her fingers slipped over her clit and down to her hole. She wanted to match the rhythm of the man’s hand as he entered the woman over and over again. Gretel felt her pussy clamp around her fingers as she entered. There was nothing like the sensation of the first thrust. The feeling of all the nerves inside her pussy being touched as her fingers slipped past. She was forced to hold onto the tree again as she rocked back and almost toppled. The woman rolled onto her back and spread her legs high in the air. The man dropped his face into her sex again as she grabbed hold of her ankles and writhed against him. Gretel couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. Hansel didn’t eat her like that. Hansel ate her gently as if he was eating a delicious pie. Delicate and soft licks. This man was devouring the woman as if he was in a pussy eating contest. The woman’s screams silenced the birds for a moment, before she yelled that she had to have him. The man showed no hesitation as he pulled his face from her mound and brought his cock to her lips. Within seconds, he was bucking against her. Gretel’s pussy pulsed as he pulled at the woman’s shirt to expose her breasts. Again, comparing Hansel to this man, he didn’t do that. Hansel was a smooth guy. He liked to see the material fall off Gretel’s body slowly. 12

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Under the material, the woman’s breasts didn’t look to be big but, once they were free, they were at least a C-cup. Kneeling, Gretel kept fingering herself as she moved her hand to her breast and gave her nipple a gentle pinch. She watched the man’s buttocks flex as he plunged into his lover. She cursed silently at them for sitting so far in the centre of the clearing. One thing she did see clearly was the man’s cock being gobbled by the woman’s pussy. His balls squashed against her opening as he slowed down, despite the woman’s protests. “No, I want you to fuck me and fuck me hard,” she begged. The man quickened his pace and rammed her pussy with long, fierce strokes. She grabbed at his buttocks and held him inside her before he pulled out and pushed into her again. Gretel felt the warmness of her juice flow over her hand. She rocked her hips to the sound of the man grunting and the woman moaning in pleasure. Gretel struggled to keep her eyes focused as the man’s thrusts began to shorten and the woman’s legs straightened. Gretel sighed and bit her bottom lip as her pussy clamped down on her fingers. She shuddered against the tree as the couple called out their delight together. Gretel came longer than what the woman did, by her own hand yet, and forced herself to stop for fear of getting caught. Slowly easing her fingers out of her pussy, Gretel took a deep breath while the last of the spasms subsided. Gretel thought she’d better be moving on when she heard the man tell the woman he wasn’t finished. “Do you think that was good, baby?” he asked. Gretel nodded as the woman said ‘yes.’ “This is just the beginning, my love. We have much more to go.” His words came out breathlessly. 13

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Gretel wished for more action, rather than talking. “I will do what you want me to do, and I will fuck you, but I have to feel your delicious pussy,” he said. “You can feel it when you are inside me,” she said, reaching her leg out to coax him to enter her again. “I bought you a present,” he said, reaching into the picnic hamper. “For me?” she asked, moving closer to give his cock a stroke. “Yeah, and a present for myself but you get yours first.” “I have everything I need right here,” she said, bobbing her head to take a quick suck of his cock. She lifted her head and smiled, “Fuck, I’m a tasty woman.” “You drive me crazy when you talk like that,” he said, reaching into the basket. “Okay, close your eyes.” Gretel could feel tingles getting stronger at the base of her spine. She couldn’t help but compare this man to Hansel. He never came up and just took her. It was always her who instigated sex. She watched the woman close her eyes. Gretel moved gently to the right to try for a better look. She smiled when she saw the man pull free a long piece of material. “Silk,” she told herself. Gretel could spot fine materials a mile away. She watched as the man tickled his partner’s flesh with the end of it. Gretel’s own skin prickled as if the material was torturing her own skin. The woman squealed and squirmed in delight as she rubbed her arms. The man gently waved the material over her breasts and along her stomach as he reached into the picnic basket again. In the bottom of Gretel’s stomach, she knew her viewing time would be over if the man pulled out a hunk of food and smeared it on his partner only to eat it off her. She’d seen that done so many times before in videos and thought it was noth14

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ing more than tacky. The woman moved to sit up on her elbows. “What are you planning?” she asked. “I’m just planning how hard I’m going to fuck you. How hard do you want me to fuck you?” “Hard! Very hard. I want your balls to be pushing into me ’cause you are fucking me so hard,” she said. “Now don’t beg for it,” he said, waggling a finger at her. “But I want you to lie back and open your pussy.” She did as she was told. She spread her legs as wide as she could and pulled at her lips with both hands. “Now say ahh.” The woman did as told as she eased her lips open more. Gretel could see the man was ready for another session. The woman urged the man to stop the suspense. She watched the man’s arm move out of the basket and then stop at his wrist. Gretel held her breath as she watched the man move back from the woman. “What’s the matter, baby?” she asked. “Shh,” he said, turning and looking in Gretel’s direction. “I think someone’s coming.” Gretel froze. “Fuck!” she swore under her breath. She didn’t think she’d made any noise. “Hansel,” she said to herself before swearing again. The last thing she wanted was to be caught watching this. She looked to the ground for something to throw in the opposite direction and get their attention away from where she was hidden. She reached for a collection of small pebbles and tossed them into the branches as far as she could. A number of birds came to her aid and flew from their perches. The three of them fell silent and watched the birds fly overhead. 15

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Gretel watched the woman reach out and take him by the arm. “Yeah, it’s me; now get back inside me. I don’t care if someone comes along. Give them a nice treat. Come on, honey, you are messing with my high.” “You are a kinky girl,” he said, turning back towards her. Not wishing to take her chances, and be busted by either them or Hansel, Gretel decided she’d run her luck and better move on. She did think for a moment about waiting to see what the man had in store for his lover, but decided to get back to her own. Gretel tugged at her knickers, and swore under her breath when they twisted around as she pulled them over her thighs. She fought with them before she pulled up her jeans. She looked to the left before deciding that was the best and quietest way to get back to Hansel and the cottage.

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Chapter 3 Hansel looked to the ground ahead of him. “Gretel’s jacket,” he said, as he ran to scoop it up. “Gretel,” he called. He couldn’t see any sign of her. “She wouldn’t have left her jacket behind.” He got no response when he hollered her name again. He continued along the track and stopped when he heard a woman laughing. That’s not Gretel’s laugh. A twig crunched and made a louder than normal crack, as he continued to walk slowly in the search for Gretel. Hansel threw her jacket over his shoulder and took the path to the left. The trail became narrower still and more overrun with debris, overgrown plants and low hanging prickly branches. “I’ve gone the wrong way. There is no way that Gretel would push her way through the forest like this.” Hansel looked farther along the track and turned around. The way he’d come in looked exactly the same as the way he was heading. He looked to the sky and swore. The color of the sky had taken on a reddish hue. He couldn’t remember which way he’d actually gone in. Maybe he should have left her clothes as a marker on how to get his way back. He cocked his head when he heard the woman laughing again. He had no choice. He had to call for Gretel. He prayed the laughing woman would not be the one to find him holding women’s clothes. He crouched to get a clearer view around the tree trunks. 17

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He’d spotted her. Well, he thought he did. He could make out a small white body in the distance. Why is she hiding? She wants to play that game. Hansel leant forward and looked for the best possible way to get to her without being detected. He stopped when he heard the woman’s laugh again. “Where the hell is that other woman!” He leant forward and moved along the track while keeping his eyes on his wife. The only sound ringing in his ears was his heartbeat. All of his senses were tingling at the thought of trying to hunt her. He’d never done this before. He’d thought of suggesting or revealing some of his fantasies but for some reason, something always stopped him. He put it down to the fear of rejection. Hansel scurried along for a while, and then took cover and observed the scene again; he wondered what she was so transfixed on, she hadn’t moved in all the time he’d been watching her. Hansel scanned the area again and could see a small clearing. He picked up and moved along the track, getting closer; he was certain she was going to spot him and take off. He took refuge next to a large tree and looked at Gretel’s line of sight. Now he could see what she was looking at. He watched the two bodies writhing on the blanket. The man has his face buried deep between the woman’s legs, while she was working her mouth over his cock. Hansel couldn’t help but allow his own arousal to take over. He welcomed watching Gretel’s collection of videos, but he never thought she’d go so far as to watching the real thing. He liked the fact they were both voyeurs. Hansel watched Gretel’s arm moving. He smiled at the delightful vision when he realized she was playing with herself. 18

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Naughty woman. Good woman. He moved slowly along the ground, switching his attention between the couple and his wife. A lapse in judgment came when Hansel didn’t see a low hanging branch, which he walked straight into. Knocking him backwards, he fell flat on his ass. Another rogue fallen branch didn’t break his fall and cracked loudly as he dropped. It felt like the whole world had stopped. Everything was silent. The woman was not laughing. He was sure Gretel would have heard. She had supersonic hearing when they were arguing, so he was damn sure she would have heard. Hansel held his breath as the sound of something falling to the ground caught his attention. He looked to the right, and didn’t think before he pushed his way through the rough foliage. Several birds flying overhead detracted from the noise he was making. The smaller and weaker branches broke, but it was the tiny bristles that stung his skin. Hansel sucked the air through his teeth as he grimaced, and he rolled to his knees to get up. He took off his shirt to feel for any injuries along his back, when he saw Gretel running from her hiding spot. He pushed through a small bush to get to the same path she was on. His hand, covered with tiny scratches, started to bleed within seconds. For such small things, they inflicted enough damage. He turned to look over his shoulder and could see a trickle of blood running down his back. Hansel reached around and felt the wound. “Not too deep.” He looked up and saw a flash of white skin run round a corner not too far ahead. “Gretel!” He set off running after her. Arms pumping at the sides of his body, the cool air seemed to spur him on to run after her faster. She refused to 19

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stop even when he called her name repeatedly. She wanted to play this game, and he was going to make sure he was the winner. **** Her knickers cut painfully into her delicate skin as she moved. What the hell was that? She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of being caught. She jogged quietly along the track and rounded the corner. Couldn’t have been Hansel, she thought as slowed her jog to a walk. She was well away from the couple. Hearing the rustle of a small tree made her set off running again. Her long dark hair flowed behind her as she ran. Her nipples strained against the material of her top, but she told herself to just get back to the cottage. A small scream escaped her mouth when she looked over her shoulder and saw a person emerging from a small shrub. She held tight to her heels and pushed herself to run. She pushed past the branches and winced when they prickled against her skin. She could feel a wet liquid seeping down between her thighs as she ran. Going farther along the track, she glanced over her shoulder again and caught another glimpse of the person pursuing her. She didn’t recognize him at first. He was covered with grit and his hands were bleeding. With the breeze whistling in her ears she could barely hear the man when he called out for her to stop. The last thing she was going to do was stop. She pushed herself to run harder when she knew the man was gaining on her. He called for her to stop again. Gretel grabbed a branch as she ran and let it spring back to hit her follower in the chest as she scampered along the trail. Gretel only stopped when her hunter called out in pain. She only wanted to startle the man, not inflict serious injury. 20

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She slowed to a jog and turned. She could see a mop of hair hunched over. He was grabbing his chest. She squinted and tried to get a better look. “Hansel?” she called quietly, as she gasped to get her breath. She took a few steps closer and brought her hands to the front of her jeans. Her lacy panties had managed to bunch between her cheeks and were terribly uncomfortable. A reminder of why she hated wearing knickers. “Hansel? Is that you?” She couldn’t get a clear view, and didn’t want to go any closer just in case it wasn’t him. “Gretel,” he managed to say, as he looked up and saw her before him. Gretel gasped as she looked at him holding his chest. Her eyes went wide before she felt the blood rush from her face. She rushed to his side and took hold of his arm to help steady him. “Show me what’s happened,” she said, looking over his body. “Jesus, Hansel. What the hell happened to you? Look at all these scratches. You have to show me your chest.” Hansel straightened his back and looked down at Gretel before letting his hand drop. There was not a mark on his chest. “Show me yours now.” Hansel reached out and grabbed Gretel by the wrist as she took a step backwards. “Oh, no you don’t. You tried to run, but you’re not going anywhere now.” Gretel stepped back as Hansel took a step forward. She brought her hand up to protect herself. “What?” “Do you want me to fuck you right here, or would you prefer to keep running?” he asked in a low voice. His throat was husky from the running. “What?” she said, as he held her wrist gently but firmly. He never spoke to her like that. 21

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“I saw you,” he said with a big smile. “You don’t have to hide it from me. I like the fact that you enjoy watching.” Gretel felt her face flush. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, trying to keep a straight face. Hansel laughed and stepped in closer. His arm snaked around to the small of her back and planting a hand firmly on her behind. “Now don’t tell me lies. I saw you. Don’t worry, I liked it. I thought it was hot that you were watching those two going at it.” Gretel looked at him. “What’s got into you?” Hansel pulled her body in close and held her tight. “What’s got into me? I didn’t know my wife was into kinky stuff? For the record? I thought what you were doing to yourself was very sexy. I would like to see more of it.” “You saw that?” she asked, quietly fighting the urge to try and run away.

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Chapter 4 A gentle breeze pushed past both of them and made the leaves jiggle on the branches. Hansel lowered his head to her ear and whispered, “I certainly did.” His lips gently touched her ear and sent a lightening-like shiver down her spine, making her skin prickle. “And I liked it.” The five o’clock shadow grazed Gretel’s cheek as he massaged a handful of her buttocks. Gretel responded by letting her free hand reach for his hip, and pulled him in to hold him close. She moved her head slightly and spoke so her lips caressed his face. “Well if you liked it so much, what were you doing in the bushes? Watching too? You’re not so innocent.” “I never said I was,” he whispered back to her, before abruptly stepping away. Gretel’s eyes flew open from his sudden movement. “Would you mind if I put my hand where yours was?” Gretel smirked. She was going to call his bluff. This was one of the most outlandish things he’d done. She doubted he’d have the balls to pull off his little plan. “By all means,” she said, letting her hands drop to her sides, waiting for him to make a move. They stood staring at each other. “Well come on, baby.” She brushed her hand along the front of her top, catching the hem with her finger and pulling it up to reveal a little of her bare stomach. 23

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The material stretched before it sprang off her finger and hid her flesh. Her caress continued along her chest. Hansel smiled at her as she worked herself over. He knew she liked it, as her nipples strained against the material. Hansel let go of her jacket and let it fall to the ground as he reached for her. In a moment, he was in front of her, holding her face and pressing his wet lips against hers. His mouth moved wide and sealed over hers perfectly. His tongue pushed and teased hers, as his fingers moved into her hair before cupping her face again. The fresh air made everything smell divine. She met his passionate kiss with a solid embrace. Her fingertips moved gently over his back being careful of his wound. Reaching up and holding onto his shoulders with both hands, Gretel leant back gently and cradled in his arms as she kissed him harder. Hansel pulled back and looked down at her; she had her eyes half-closed. “That’s how you used to kiss me when we first started dating,” he said. “Yeah, you used to want to hold me like this too,” she said. Hansel didn’t want to start an argument and brought his mouth back to hers, but stopped just short of touching her lips. Mouth ready for his kiss, Gretel opened her eyes and looked at him. “Why’d you stop?” she asked, tilting her head to his. She could feel the heat of his breath on her lips. “Because you look so beautiful. I just have so many thoughts of what I want to do with you running through my head. I don’t know which one to choose first.” “How about the kissing one?” she urged. “I love how you kiss me. You start off with soft feathery gentle ones, and then when you’ve warmed up, you get into it. Feels so good. I get so wet when you kiss me deeply.” Hansel looked at her and 24

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pushed her hair off her face. Her lips were red and her cheeks were flushed. “Kiss me.” Hansel brought his lips to hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue danced with his and fought back and forth. A soft moan vibrated from her throat and into his. His fingers splayed at the back of her head as she grabbed hold of his buttocks and pulled his hips close. He moved his foot inside her stance and pressed his knee against her thigh to spread her legs. His arms dropped and moved to take hold of her hips. He slipped his fingers inside the top of her jeans and moved around her waist. She pulled her tongue back and giggled as it tickled. “Don’t do that.” She snickered. “You know I’m not a fan of being tickled.” Between catching tastes of her lips, he said, “I didn’t mean to, doesn’t matter anyway. Those jeans are coming off.” Hansel took her lips again as his fingers found the large button at the front and flicked it open. Gretel didn’t move as he eased the zipper down. Her arms moved up and around his neck as his hands slipped inside her jeans and rested on her hips between the denim and her knickers. She kissed him hard as a sign of approval. Hansel lowered his head as he lowered her jeans. He didn’t worry about the knickers that were all tangled. His mouth pulled away as he got to his knees. “Let me help you out of those.” Gretel held onto his shoulder for balance and stepped out of her jeans. The cool air made her gasp. “Don’t worry about the weather, honey, you’ll be warm soon enough. Your skin feels warm.” “Hmm,” she sighed. “What?” he said, squeezing the back of her legs gently. “I like the way you’re touching my thighs. Your hands feel so good,” she breathed, and bent to kiss his forehead. As 25

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she moved to stand, he ran his hands along her body to guide him upright. “Those panties of yours look like they’re in a bit of a twist.” He smiled, kissing her cheek tenderly. Gretel wriggled against him as he ran his hands up and down her back, tucking his hands under her shirt. “In a bit of a hurry to get them up, or off?” “I hate knickers,” she said, burrowing her face into his chest. “They’re a waste of time.” “They are, aren’t they?” he agreed, pulling at them from the side. “Guess you won’t mind if I get rid of them for you.” Gretel smiled as she watched her lover lower himself down again and took her panties with him. She looked down between her breasts and smiled at him. She bit her lower lip as he kissed his way along her thighs, both the front and inside. He pushed his head harder between her thighs forcing her to open herself to him. “Fuck, you smell great. So fresh and sexy. I would so wear your smell as an aftershave.” Gretel didn’t hide her laugh. “And what would this aftershave be called? The sweet smell of your wife?” “Nah, I don’t want to market it,” he said, grazing his beard along her thighs causing her to move back. “I don’t want other men smelling like my wife.” “Nah, this is all for you,” she said, taking hold of his shoulder to steady herself. “Are you going to punish me for the rest of the afternoon, or are you going to eat me?” “Hang in there, baby; this isn’t some tacky fairy tale. I’m not the big bad wolf coming to eat little Red Riding Hood,” he said, before pursing his lips together and blowing directly at the spot she’d been waiting for him to lavish attention on.

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“Well if you are going to keep teasing me,” she started, but he stopped her mid-sentence by running his tongue over her outer lips. “You were saying?” He pulled his head back, only to have Gretel push her fingers through his hair and yanked him back to his rightful place. “Don’t stop or I’ll have to hurt you,” she commanded, and pushed her hand to cup the back of his head. Hansel knew better than to torment her. He would have been lying if he’d said he didn’t want to take her back to where she was hiding near the couple. He slipped his tongue between the two plump lips and savored the taste of her sweet juice as he neared the source. His mouth closed over her clit. Gretel tilted her hips forward as he sucked on it gently. “Do you like that, baby?” he asked before returning his mouth. “Uh-huh,” she murmured, and let her head drop back. Hansel slid his hand over her stomach, under her T-shirt and up till he took hold of her breast. Gretel placed her hand over the T-shirt and joined in the gentle massage. Her nipple, once taut and almost causing her pain, started to relax under his touch. Gretel returned her hand to the back of his head when his fingers curled to tease her nipple through the fabric of her bra. The bark of a tree scratched against her back but she didn’t care. His tongue eased inside her. She moaned loudly from the urgent way he ate and kissed her. She closed her eyes and lifted her leg over his shoulder to give him more access. She giggled at the hungry slurping noises he was making while she eased her shirt off. Hansel used one hand to part her lips so he could kiss the inner ones deeply. He pushed his tongue in and out before returning to her clit. 27

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Gretel felt her leg going weak as she struggled to maintain her balance. She felt little flicks of electricity running through her insides. She moved her leg to stand firmly on the ground. “You okay?” Hansel asked, thinking she wanted him to stop. “Everything is great, keep going,” she said. “I’ll fall over if I have to stand like that. Keep going. Oh you do that so well.” Hansel did as requested. As his mouth covered her clit, he eased two fingers inside her. Gretel couldn’t help but let out an appreciative moan. Her pussy clenched around his fingers. The instant it felt like he was moving his hand away, she grabbed his wrist and pushed them in as far as they could go. Her eyes opened wide when he curled his fingers forward. A surge of energy pulsed through her. Every nerve in her body tingled from his touch. Hansel smiled at his practically naked wife responding. He could feel the wetness on his hand as he continued to push her to the edge. “You’re all over me,” he said, with a smile between breaths. “I want you to be all over me,” she said, pulling his head back and kissing him hard. The force of her kiss knocked Hansel off his knees, but the tips of his fingers managed to stay inside her. Gretel stepped to stand over him and found his lips again. She tasted herself as she pushed her tongue to feel all of his mouth. She rocked gently against his hand as the tension built up. Bent at the hip, Gretel felt like she was exposed to the world, and the thought that someone might be watching her like she was staring at the couple made her pull away. “What’s wrong?” Hansel asked, looking at his hand connected to her most intimate body part. He caressed her from the inside. Gretel circled her hips and took his hand with her. “Nothing at all. I just need you inside me now.” 28

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Gretel pulled on his wrist and looked at the wetness of his hand. “See how wet you get me?” she said. “I need you.” Hansel let his legs drop apart as Gretel reached for his belt. Flicking the buckle open, she looked up and smiled before pulling it out of the belt loops in one move. “Whoa, baby.” Hansel laughed. “Loved how you did that!” Gretel smiled. “I’m full of surprises. Get those pants off.” Four hands mauled for the button and zipper on his jeans. Gretel kneeled on the earth and pushed his hands out of the way. “Stop, we have to be careful. I can feel how hard you are, and if we just get in there and yank your jeans off, then you could end up with an injury.” Hansel lifted his hands above his head and rested on the ground. He turned his attention to Gretel's bare behind which was just within reach. Knowing his intentions, and seeing his hand move towards her back, she moved away. “Uh-uh-ah! No you don’t.” She crawled on her knees and moved between his legs. She lowered her head and looked directly at him as she eased the zipper down and brought the head out. Her tongue flicked through the pre-cum that covered it. His cock pressed against the material, as Gretel moved her attention back to the task at hand, trying to ensure no teeth, including her own, would interfere with bringing it safely out of his pants. Hansel’s hand reached down and brushed her cheek as she closed her wet lips around the head. She gently sucked his penis as her pussy twitched. She teased him by taking more of his cock into her mouth at an extremely slow pace. She trapped his balls with the palm of her hand and gave them a gentle squeeze. Hansel shuddered at the cold earth pressing against his back and the warmness she 29

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offered with her mouth. She took more of his cock until she felt the head pressing against the back of her mouth. “Oh I love it when you give me head,” he said, looking down at her. “I love how you suck my cock back deep into your mouth.” Gretel gently nodded and let his cock ease in and out of her mouth. Her fingers kneaded his balls as she shifted to suck along the bottom of the shaft before moving back to the head. “You know where I like it?” “Where?” he asked. The earth was chilling his shoulder blades. Gretel smiled and lifted her mouth away. “Deep inside me.” Hansel didn’t speak as he sat up and took hold of her arms. He pulled her forward, kissing her lips. Gretel put her hands down to stop her fall as she kissed him hard. She crawled along his body till her knees rested next to his hips. As she squatted over him, the head of his penis slipped over the folds of her outer lips. Hansel raised his hips and pressed against her till he found access. The wetness gave little resistance and assisted with the easy entry. They sighed together in appreciation. Their sigh was loud, but it didn’t drown out the sound of tires crunching over the gravel leading to the cottage. Gretel pulled back and wiped her mouth with a shaking finger as she looked over her shoulder and listened. Staring at her bare neck, Hansel layered kisses along her collarbone as his hands clasped around her breasts. “Hansel,” she whispered, trying to stay focused. “Did you hear that? There’s not supposed to be anyone else around here.” “When you are just about to make love to me?” Hansel said between kisses. “The rest of the world doesn’t exist.” 30

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The sound of the car slightly squealing as it stopped made Gretel pull her head back farther. She wriggled against Hansel, who put his hands on the ground out of frustration. “Tell me you didn’t hear that!” she said, looking over her shoulder again. “Fine. I didn’t hear that,” he said with a smile and stared at her breasts. Gretel curled her fingers around his hair and pulled his head back when a car door slammed. She looked at him with wide eyes when they heard a woman’s voice.

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Chapter 5 Gretel’s mouth dropped open before saying with horror, “Your mother is here!” Hansel matched her shock as he moved Gretel out of the way and got to his feet. Dirt, leaves and debris covered his back. Gretel scurried for her shirt and jeans and hurriedly pulled her clothes on. “What the hell is she doing here?” “How would I know,” Hansel shot back, as he grabbed his jeans, “what the hell she’s doing here?” “That’s my question.” Gretel seethed as she yanked the shirt over her head. She moved as quietly as possible along the track to get a better view of where her mother-in-law had gone. “She’s at the front door, Hansel. Oh no, great. In she goes! Too bad if we were having sex in there.” “I don’t know what to say,” Hansel said. “I sure as hell know that I didn’t invite her here.” Gretel glanced at him before turning her attention back to the cottage door. “There’s nothing you can say, Hansel.” Gretel didn’t know what to do. Should she go and see what the woman wanted? Should they just stay and hide and hope that she’d leave on her own accord? Gretel watched the cottage for any sign of her, but crouched down low when she saw her reappear. She heard Hansel gasp softly as he too sank to avoid being seen. Gretel turned slowly to look at Hansel, but started to snicker at the sight of him. 32

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“What are you smirking at?” “You, and how you have to go and meet your mother when you’re practically naked,” she said. “Well you have to as well,” he quipped. “Look at your clothes. You’re covered in dirt, twigs and shit. Your hair is a mess. You reek of sex.” Hansel slowly moved towards her on his hands and knees. For a moment, Gretel forgot the rest of the world, and thought how sexy Hansel looked crawling towards her. He looked just as disheveled as she did, but in a rugged sense. She reached her hand out to the ground and moved slowly towards him. She stared at his lips and tilted her head as she moved forward. Hansel smiled as she sat up and brought her hand to his cheek before she kissed him. She kissed him softly, and teased his lips with her tongue. They separated quickly when they heard the shrill tone of Hansel’s mother calling for her son. “Christ,” Hansel said. “Well—we can either go to the cottage and confront her, or we can just sit out here for a while and hope she’ll go away.” “She knows we’re here though,” Gretel stated. “All our stuff is inside. I hate how that woman makes me feel like a naughty teenager. Running around being a tramp with her precious son.” Gretel’s mouth dropped open and she quickly looked to the cottage. “What?” Hansel asked. “Shit! The last thing I need her doing is going through that bag of mine,” Gretel said, before swearing again. “What’s in the bag?” “Nothing. Just some things. Jesus,” she said. “Just what I need, for your mum to go rummaging through my things. You will have to go and get her to leave.” “I can’t go and just say you have to leave,” he said. 33

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“Fine.” Gretel rose to her feet. “I will.” Hansel grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her back towards him. “You can’t do that! Look at yourself. Besides, we don’t even know what she’s here for.” “Well that’s why you need to go and find out,” she encouraged. “Maybe if we just leave it for a while, she’ll go on her own accord,” Hansel said. “You’re such a pussy,” Gretel grumbled. Hansel looked to the cottage. “Well maybe she was just coming out to see if we took up the suggestion.” “Well if that was the case, why isn’t she leaving? Surely she would have seen the car, known we were here and then left?” Gretel reasoned. “Creeps me out to think that she has to watch over us so closely. We’re not teenagers. Makes me nervous. Unsettles me.” Hansel rubbed her back. “You don’t have to be on edge. I am by your side. I might not agree with everything that you do and say, but you are the love of my life. I will not let anything come between us, but I do think our best bet is to wait and see if she leaves.” “And if she doesn’t?” “Then we go to plan B.” “You haven’t thought of a plan B, have you?” Gretel asked, desperate for her mother-in-law to reemerge from the cottage. “Not yet,” he said. “But I’ll think of something.” “Well how about a walk while we both think of a plan?”

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Chapter 6 Gretel rubbed her arms with the palms of her hands, trying to generate some heat. It felt like they’d been walking for hours. The soles of her feet were blackened from walking on the bare earth. “Are you okay?” Hansel asked. Gretel nodded, but he knew she was biting her tongue. “Okay—we have to do something about this. I’m just going to tell my mother to get the hell out and let us sort out our own lives.” While they’d been waiting and watching, Gretel had time to think. She liked being outside with just Hansel. She liked that her mind wasn’t being pulled in ten different directions at once. She liked the quiet time she shared with him. Gave her time to think about things she’d like to do in the future with just him. “Look at your hair,” he said. “It’s all wet.” “Yeah—the night dew is soaking our clothes. We have to find a place to stop for a while or we’ll get hypothermia, or drop from exhaustion and then the animals will come to feed.” “Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Just getting a little tired,” she said. “Wonder if she’s gone?” “Do you want to head back and see?” “I’m game if you are.” She smiled. “I just don’t want to argue any more. I feel like I have to fight for everything.” 35

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“You don’t have to fight anymore. I’ll just tell her to back off,” he said. “But I don’t understand why you have to tell her. She should just know to back off.” Gretel stopped and looked at Hansel. “What’s wrong?” She stopped questioning him and looked around. She looked along the ground in the direction she thought she’d just come from. She circled and looked at the surrounding trees. It all looked the same. She knew why Hansel had stopped. “You don’t know where we are either?” “I don’t know how we got here,” he said, glancing up at the sky. The last of the day barely made it through the canopy of trees. “I can’t remember either,” Gretel said, as her heart started to race. “But we can’t keep walking in the dark. We’ll have to find a place to stay for the night.” Gretel bit her tongue hard to stop herself from having another jibe at him. “And don’t say, there’s a perfectly good cabin waiting for us but it’s been taken over by the evil woman.” “I wasn’t thinking that,” she lied. “Well. You didn’t see that couple’s car, did you?” he asked. “Because if they are out here for the weekend, then they must be at another cabin. We just have to find it.” “Honey, we’ve been walking for hours now. I don’t remember seeing any other cabins,” she said, letting her arms drop to her sides in frustration. “We can keep walking all through the night and never find anything.” “Don’t think like that,” Hansel snapped. “You have to think positive. Now I think we came from that direction, so if we go back towards it, then hopefully, we will either come to their cabin or our own.” “And what do we do if we find their cabin?” 36

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“Hopefully they have gone home and we can take it over,” he said with a smile. Hansel grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her along the track. “Come on. At least it’s not a freezing cold night. I think the air will be warmer once we’re out of these trees.” “Then I say that we just pick a direction and keep walking in a straight line till we make it out,” Gretel said, making Hansel stop. “You’re so beautiful when you’re aggressive, yet so annoying at the same time.” He smiled before kissing her lips. Stepping back, Hansel looked over the top of Gretel’s head. “What’s wrong?” she asked, noticing he was focusing on something; she turned to catch a glimpse. “Can you see a light there?” “Yes I can!” Gretel exclaimed, setting off and pulling Hansel behind her. “Could it be the other cottage?” “It has to be. What else could it be?” he said. “I can’t believe it. How could we not have seen it?” “We tend to focus on the other little things rather than what we really need, I guess,” Hansel said. They pushed through the small shrubs and winced when the little branches prickled through their clothes. “Are you okay?” “Fine, just not used to being attacked by nature,” she said, taking hold of his hand again. “Does it look like anyone is home?” “Well it’s awful quiet,” Hansel said. “Just stop here.” His arm stretched out and pushed against her stomach to make her stop. “I don’t think anyone is there,” she said, looking at the surrounding area. “You’d think they’d be back by now if they were staying the night.”

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“You never know,” he added. “They might be in the same predicament we are. They might be lost. Walking around. All confused.” “We are not confused,” Gretel said. “We are lost, but we have found a place to stay, so let’s go.” “And what if they come back?” “Then we tell them that we got confused and thought that this was our cottage,” she explained with a smile, and set off to get out of the forest. “What if they don’t even come back at all? You worry about things that might not even happen.” “Well you have to worry about them,” he said. “Can you please stop arguing with me?” she asked. “Now stop. We have to be quiet. They might be inside.” “Are you gonna go up and see if they are inside?” Hansel laughed. “No, my plan is to creep along and peer in the window,” she said. “Ahh, continuing on from earlier?” Hansel teased, letting his hand brush over her buttocks. Gretel could feel her cheeks starting to flush as she continued to look for any sign of life in the cottage. “So you are going to keep reminding me of that incident?” “For as long as it keeps turning me on,” he said, leaning over and stealing a kiss on her neck and giving her buttock a healthy squeeze. “Shame I didn’t catch you doing anything,” she said. “There’s still plenty of time, my sweet,” he said. “I don’t think anyone is home.” Gretel stalked out of the forest and bent forward as she moved along. “What are you doing?” “I’m preparing to run away if someone is there,” she said, before she was overrun with giggles as she reached the window. “There’s no one there. God, I feel so stupid but I can’t help it. This is just such a funny situation.” 38

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“I know. This could only happen to us,” he said, moving to the front door and knocking gently. “We come here for a nice, relaxing weekend, and end up getting lost and having to camp in a cabin that isn’t ours.” “Why are you knocking?” “Just in case someone is home,” he said, before reaching for the door handle. “Hello? This will be fun if the door is locked.” “Then you will have to use your tough guy skills to get inside,” she said, standing alongside him and watching the forest. “I can so picture us getting caught.” “Well it’s like you said, we thought this was our cabin.” A click sounded when the door handle turned. “Why would you not lock the door?” “You didn’t,” Gretel quipped. “That’s why we have a small infestation in our cabin at the moment.” “Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” Hansel apologized, leaving the door ajar. “I promise tomorrow I will tell my mother to stop meddling in our business. We are the ones with the issues to sort out; therefore, we don’t need any influences from outside parties.” “That’s all I want,” Gretel said. “God you look sexy when you say things like that.” “Shall we go inside?” Hansel pushed the door to make it swing open. “As long as you’ll go inside me, too,” she said, brushing her body past his. Hansel watched, mouth gapping as she sauntered into the cabin. “I’ll make sure of it.” He moved behind her and surveyed the room. The cabin was certainly lesser quality than the one they’d paid for. “Well this is quaint,” Gretel said. 39

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Chapter 7 “Quaint? You thought the one we got wasn’t very nice.” “Well with the choice of this or the forest floor for sleeping—this one is the winner,” she replied. “Besides, I think it’s kinda nice. Reminds me of when we first started out as a couple. We couldn’t afford the best, so we made do.” Hansel reached his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, as he looked around the cabin. “Yeah. I remember those days.” They stood silently as they held each other. “I remember how your hair used to be. I remember what perfume you used to wear.” “Where did we lose sight of that?” “I don’t know,” he said. “I guess we just became a stable part in each others’ lives, and focused on what we thought needed our attention.” “And that’s why we are here. To focus on us again,” she said. “We’ve come full circle.” “We certainly have,” Hansel agreed. “Not to kill the mood or anything, but man, I’m hungry.” “Oh, I didn’t want to be the one to say anything but, yeah, me too,” she said. They dropped their arms and walked to the kitchenette. “What do we have here? Strawberries, cream, chocolate. These two have taste.” “There’s caramel pie…so many sweet things,” Hansel said, reaching for knife. “I feel kinda bad about eating it. Do you think that means they will be back tonight?” 40

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“Well if they’re at our cabin, they’ll have all the same,” she said. “Unless my mother has eaten it all.” They both snickered as they grabbed at the food. Hansel watched Gretel’s lips seal around a strawberry. “Would you like something to drink, madam?” he asked. “Certainly. What do you suggest?” she asked, as the strawberry rolled around her mouth. “Well, we have a lovely selection of champagne here. Slightly warm. We have bottles of water. Again, slightly warm.” “I think I might go a slightly warm bottle of water actually,” she said, holding out her hand. “I feel a bit parched from all that walking today.” “I’ll get you a glass,” he said, walking to the small cupboard and looking for a clean glass. “Everything is covered with dust.” “That’s okay. I don’t mind drinking from the bottle,” she said. “You’re going to rough it the whole way?” “I sure am,” she said. “Speaking of roughing it, how about a shower to get this grit and shit off us? You have a couple of wounds that need to be inspected, too.” “Well you get the bath ready and I’ll get the fire going.” “Sounds like a plan,” she agreed, taking another strawberry and popping it into her mouth. “The tub is much smaller than the one we have.” “Then it will be a tight fit.” Hansel smiled, reached for some newspaper and stuffed it between the logs in the fireplace. He turned and looked over his shoulder to see Gretel leaning over the edge of the bath adjusting the taps. Her damp jeans clung to her buttocks. Scraping the match head along the black strip, Hansel watched the flame spark up, 41

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and forced himself to look away. He turned and held the match under the paper till it caught alight and crumpled into itself. Hansel moved the kindling in closer till the flames grabbed. He piled another log on top, as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Crouching, he stopped and turned as he pulled his hands out of the fireplace. “Stay there; once the fire gets up and going, it’ll be the best light to look at your back in,” she said, lowering to kneel next to him. “Let me help you get that shirt off. Don’t want any more dirt getting into the wound if we can help it.” “And here I was thinking you wanted to take my shirt off so you could get a better look at me naked,” he said, lifting his arms up as Gretel tugged at the hem to lift it over his head. “I saw that flinch then,” she said, looking him in the eye. “Don’t try to be a hero. I know that scratch has to be sore. I just need to see how deep it is. Are you in much pain?” “A little,” he murmured, flinching as she moved her hands gently around his waist and along the lengthy scratch. “Your hands are cold,” Hansel said, wriggling on the spot. “Sorry, plus you are little bit ticklish,” she said, lifting her hands. “There’s a little bit of dirt in it, but no splinters or debris that I can see.” “So I’ll live?” Gretel smiled as she sat back on her heels. “I think you will, but you have to take it easy. You don’t want to aggravate it. Would you prefer to sleep first or a bath?” Hansel looked around the room and then back to the fire. “I’d like to have a bath and then a quick sleep. That would be great actually. By the time this fire gets going and heats up the room, I’ll be ready to get naked again.” “Well the fire seems to be taking care of itself,” Gretel said, as she got to her feet. “Let’s get you into the bath and then into bed.” 42

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“Thought you’d be keen for that,” he said. “No, you’re the one that’s going to have the bath first. Need to know you’re being looked after,” she said, reaching to turn off the tap. Bending forward, Hansel couldn’t help but let his hand move over her buttocks. “Hey,” she slapped his hand away. “You get undressed and get into the bath. I’m just going to check the cupboard for some clothes. Tell me if the water is alright.” Gretel crossed the room to the tall cupboard and looked inside. Hansel unbuckled his jeans and reached a foot into the water before grabbing the edge of the bath and stepping in. “It’s great. There’s something missing though.” Gretel returned with a large blanket and two towels. “What? What’s wrong?” Hansel extended his hand out to her. “I want you in here with me.” “We both can’t fit in the tub,” she said, putting the towels on the floor and flipping the blanket over the top of the bed. “You’d have to have your knees up around your ears for us both to fit in.” “You know I like it best when your ankles are near my ears,” he said, still holding his hand out. “No, honey, we both can’t fit,” she said, as she turned to face him. She reached down and took his jeans. “There’s no clothes in this place, so I’m going to hang these near the fire to get them dry. Go on, sit in the bath. I’ll clean your back up for you.” “Okay,” Hansel said with a huff. The warm water made him relax instantly. Gretel returned with the bottle of champagne and two glasses she’d rinsed. “Would you like a glass of this?”

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“Hmm, I think I will actually,” he said. Gretel popped the cork and poured a glass till the bubbles almost flowed over the top, and handed it to him. “Thanks.” “Okay, I need you to sit forward,” Gretel instructed, sitting behind his head and reaching for the sea sponge. “I’ll try and be as careful as I can. As I said, there doesn’t seem to be anything in the actual wound, but it needs to be cleaned up.” “Yep,” was all Hansel said, as he leaned forward to expose as much of his back as possible. “And how’s the front? I couldn’t see anything of where that branch hit you,” she said, plunging the sponge into the water before lifting it and pressing it against his shoulder blade. “Just going to run some water over it first. Loosen the bits up.” “My chest is fine; it didn’t hurt as much at that one did,” he explained, nodding his head backward to point to his back. “The front one just didn’t leave any marks.” “I’m sorry that happened to you,” she cooed, moving the sponge closer to the wound. She gently moved it over the red raised part. “Sorry if this hurts.” “It’s okay,” he said quietly. “It’s actually relaxing having you do that.” “Really?” she said. “Well I’ll have to do it more often. It’s good to just be able to focus on you for a change, rather than everything else, and then just focusing on you for sex, if you know what I mean.” “Yeah, I know what you mean. Sometimes,” he started. “And I know this is going to cost me in the ranks of the Y chromosome, but sometimes, we just like to hold our woman and it doesn’t mean it has to go any further. Sometimes I just want to hold you, and you think that I’m only doing it for sex. Not always the case.” 44

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Gretel continued cleaning his wound in silence. Hansel knew that the silence was a good one. They both listened to the crackle of the wood taking over the logs in the fireplace. She moved the sponge gently over his back and brought it up to his shoulders. Hansel sighed as the water ran down his chest. “So does this mean I have to do this for you next?” he asked. “No. You don't have to, but I wouldn't stop you.” She laughed. “That's looking much better.” Gretel put the sponge on the tray next to the bath and got to her feet. Hansel reclined slowly and grabbed hold of her hand. “You must be tired. I'll get out now and you can have a wash.” Gretel put her hand up and stopped, shaking it in protest when he took hold of her. “No I'm getting a little tired but I'm okay.” “No,” he said, dropping her hand and taking hold of the bath edge and standing. “You have been going all day. You are looking very tired. Not to mention that I'm glad there isn’t a mirror around; you’d be freaking out about your hair.” Gretel scoffed. “Great. So I look like a banshee. Get out of the tub.” The tired feeling faded from her mind when she saw her husband before her. The flames in the fireplace caught the small droplets of water that glistened on his skin. His wet hair stuck out wildly on his head. “I think you look pretty damned good,” he said, stepping out of the tub. "Can you hand me a towel?” Gretel realized she was staring. “But then the towel will cover you. Let me dry you off.” She reached down and picked the towel off the floor before letting it unfold to its full length. 45

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“Well this is a new one,” Hansel said, as she patted the towel against his skin. Gretel stepped slowly around him as she wiped his body dry. “There is another towel if you preferred to wipe yourself dry,” she said. Hansel shook his head, “No, you’re doing fine.” She balled the towel and pressed gently on the area over the wound. “You have to keep this as dry as possible.” “I like it when you play nurse,” he said, as she moved the towel down to his lower back. Using both hands, she brought the bath sheet down to wipe over his buttocks. She let her hands linger in the crease where his body joined his legs. “Copping a feel, eh?” “Hmm, just enjoying the scenery while I’m here,” she said. She stood so close, he could feel the heat from her breath on his back. “I need you to turn around now.” Hansel slowly shuffled on his feet to face her. Gretel wiped the towel vigorously over his arms and chest. She slowed as she wiped along his stomach, before his erect penis rubbed against the back of her hand. She didn’t say a word. She lifted her head to look him in the eye, as she moved her hand to cup his balls in the towel. He smiled as she rubbed the towel between his legs. “I’m not responsible for what might happen if I crouch down and wipe your legs.” “We’ll have to see what happens then,” Hansel said, without looking away. Gretel smirked and held his gaze as she lowered to kneel on the floor. She wrapped the towel around his leg and rubbed it down before switching to the other one. She told him to lift his foot off the ground so she could wipe the underside of his feet. “There,” she said, this time looking directly at his penis. 46

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“Well, thank you very much,” he said. “Now, let me run you a bath and you can get in and relax.” “Okay, but while I’m having a bath, I want you to lie down and take it easy,” she demanded. “Sure thing,” he agreed, reaching in for the plug. As he leaned over the edge of the bathtub, Gretel caressed the soft skin on his white buttock. Hansel looked over his shoulder and smiled. “That tickles.” “You have the most beautiful skin,” she said, tilting her head to look at his penis again. “Would you like to do something with that now or are you going to go to bed with a hardon?” Hansel looked at her. “Well what did you have in mind?” “I’m thinking I want to fuck you, but I’m all dirty and you’re all fresh and clean,” she said. “Well that’s okay,” he said, stepping forward to take her face in his hands and kissing her gently. His hands brushed past her breasts as he moved to take her shirt by the hem. Gretel lifted her arms above her head and allowed him to peel it off. “Take off that bra; it’s soft but I prefer skin to skin massage.” Gretel stepped back and unclipped her bra as Hansel turned. She stopped as he grazed his hands over her arms and slipped his fingers under the straps. Tenderly easing them off her shoulders, his thumbs traced the small indentations of where they had been doing a mighty job of making her breasts fuller than what they truly were. “You know you don’t need these push-up things. I think you have the sexiest breasts just the way they are.” “Aww, thanks, baby,” she said. “I like how they look in those bras.” “So do I,” he said. “I’m just saying is all.”

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head dropped back as he jogged his penis inside her. His balls slapped gently against her buttocks, where he was holding her. Her pussy was so wet that it wasn’t long before his balls felt damp. One leg straightened as she felt her inner muscles twinge. “It won’t be long, baby. Just keep doing what you are doing,” she whispered. Hansel flicked his tongue over her nipple as he quickened his pace. Gretel wrapped one arm around his neck and leant back. She wriggled against him, causing him to tighten his grip. He lowered himself as gently as he could while holding her body. He let one leg drop to the edge of the bed while he held the other one apart. Moving his hands so they were flat on the bedspread, his hips continued to push into her. Gretel steadied herself by holding on to his arm and letting her hand reach down to find her clit. Using one finger, she circled her clit as Hansel maintained his tempo. His balls slapped hard against her ass as he drove into her. Several cries of appreciation escaped her mouth, as her clit responded and sent a chill of sensation through the nerves of her pussy. Gretel lifted her head and looked down at his cock moving in and out of her. Her swollen nub throbbed as she rubbed it harder and made her pussy clamp around his cock. “That’s it, baby,” he said, knowing that she was not far. “Come with me. I love it when your pussy tightens around my cock.” Gretel let her head drop onto the bed as she opened her legs more. She continued to rub as she felt herself coming. Hansel found the strength to push into her harder and keep her climaxing. “Stay on it,” he said. “Keep rubbing your clit.” 50

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gently inside her. She knew he was searching for her g-spot, and he knew exactly where to find it. Another delicious wave ran through her body. She bucked against his face as more of her juices covered his hand. “Damn you are so wet.” Gretel slowed her hips and leant forward to lift her lover’s face. “I can’t take any more.” “Are you sure?” he said, giving his fingers another wiggle. Gretel’s mouth dropped open before she nodded. “No, and take them out slowly.” Gretel sucked in a long breath through her lips as Hansel’s fingers moved out of her. “Did you like that, baby?” he asked. “I did. I loved it,” she said. “So when do I get to eat on that delicious cock of yours?” Hansel reached for a towel and seemed to wipe his thighs. “Well, give me a little while and I’ll be ready to go again,” he told her, moving on the bed alongside her. Gretel was confused. “But you didn’t…I didn’t think you came…inside me?” “No,” Hansel said. “I didn’t come inside you. You might want to be careful with that towel. I came when I was eating your beautiful pussy. Your orgasm ran straight through me. I didn’t have a chance to stand up, let alone get back inside you.” “Oh,” Gretel said, her mind foggy. “Just let me lie here for a minute before I get into the bath.” They lay diagonally on the bed next to each other. The last thing Gretel remembered was the sound of the log fire crackling, and Hansel running his fingers through her hair.

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Chapter 9 Hansel moved his arm out across the bed, searching for his wife. He opened one eye when his hand found nothing. Lifting his head, he soon realized that he had the whole bed to himself. “Hey,” Gretel said. “Did I wake you?” Hansel rolled onto his side and wiped at his eyes. “No, I just woke up. Are you alright?” “I’m great. I just wanted to have my bath,” she said. “How long have I been sleeping?” “I don’t know but it’s been a while,” she said. “I’ve added more hot water about four times.” Hansel moved off the bed and walked to the window. “It’s still dark outside.” He moved to the fireplace and added another two logs. Gretel let her head recline on the edge of the tub and slowly moved her hands through the water as Hansel moved alongside her. He dipped his finger into the water. “That’s a nice temperature.” “Hmm,” she agreed, closing her eyes. “I could stay in it forever.” “It’s actually quite warm in this room,” he said. “The night air might do us good.” Gretel’s eyes flew open, “What? We don’t have any dry clothes.” 53

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“So, we have big thick blankets from the bed,” he said. “And there’s a hammock outside. Each cabin has a hammock.” “You’re serious?” “Yeah. We have to live life on the edge a bit more,” he said. “Move outside our comfort zones. I’ll protect you. I’m sure it will be fine, and if we get too cold, we know we can come back inside.” “You are serious.” “I am,” he stated. “So come on. I’ll run another bath for you when we’re done.” Before she knew it, Gretel was being toweled off and wrapped in a thick blanket that he held up to the fire to warm. “The hammock, right?” she said. “Yep,” Hansel said, wrapping his blanket around his shoulders. “Let’s go. It will be fun. It’s something you can say you’ve done.” “Okay, well let’s be quick about it before I change my mind,” she said, with a smirk. “Oh the things I do for you.” Gretel didn’t give herself any time to rethink. She moved to the door and pulled it open. The cool air made her suck her breath in. “It’s a bit cooler outside. Come on then.” Hansel pulled the door closed behind them as Gretel started down the stairs. She danced on the spot and tried to lift her feet. “Bit cold on the old toes, babe?” he asked. “Just a bit,” she said. “Hammock?” “This way,” Hansel said, putting his arm outside his blanket and guiding Gretel to the side of the cottage. Gretel looked at the soft orange glow flickering through the grimy windows. She moved quickly on her toes as Hansel strode ahead. “Here, let me put this blanket on there first.” He whipped the blanket off his shoulders and laid it across the hammock. “Okay…ready to jump on?” 54

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“There will be no wild swinging on this or you’re on your own,” Gretel warned. “I promise to behave,” he said, peeling the blanket from her. “Quick.” Gretel shivered as the cool air touched her skin. Her arms crossed her breasts, and found her nipples were rock hard from the cold. She backed up to the hammock and allowed herself to sit before she moved again. “I think I’m on,” she said, with a laugh. “Quick, it’s freezing.” Hansel fanned the blanket out wide with both hands and let it float down to cover both Gretel and the hammock. He lifted one side and climbed in next to his wife. Gretel brought the blanket around his back and held it close. She’d forgotten what it was like to simply lie next to someone skin to skin. Despite the cool air, she felt warm against him. Almost as if her skin was melting into his. She let out a low full breath as his hand caressed her hair. She sank farther into the nook of his arm. His hand moved along her forearm and gently toyed with the hairs that stood on end. “Despite being lost, spending the night in someone else’s cabin and having no clothes,” Hansel said quietly. “This hasn’t been a bad weekend away, has it?” Gretel lifted her head. “It’s been one of the best weekends I’ve had in a long time.” “And tomorrow, I’m going to tell my mother to stop sticking her nose into our business,” he promised. Gretel remained silent. She believed him this time. He’d never actually said those words before and that’s why she didn’t doubt him. “Let’s make a pact right now. I promise to talk to you and you do the same.” 55

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“And in that promise, we have to make sure we listen to the other person’s argument before we’re allowed to speak?” “Deal,” he said, lifting his hand out from under the blanket and holding it out for her to shake. Gretel lifted out her hand and shook his hand. “Deal!” They both looked at the stars in the clear sky and watched their breath fog as they exhaled. “Okay, it’s freezing; we’re done here,” Hansel said, slipping out of the hammock and wrapping Gretel in the blanket. “Oh thank God.” She laughed as she wriggled over the edge to stand. “Back to the fireplace.” **** The bright light of the sun shone through the window and woke them early. Despite only having a small amount of sleep through the night, they both felt surprisingly refreshed. “Are we ready to go and find my mother?” Hansel asked, as he pulled on his jeans. “We are on the right path; we just need to follow it along and it should take us back to our cabin.” “Ready as I’ll ever be,” Gretel said, making sure the last of the fire was out by dousing the logs in bath water. “Let me just say this. I know your mother has good intentions, but sometimes, they can be misinterpreted as something else.” “I know what you’re saying. You didn’t live with her for as many years as I did,” he started. “No, but when I try to say something, she carries on like I’m…” Hansel cut her off. “I know, and I’m going to take care of it. She will just have to come to terms with being my mother. You are my wife. You outrank her now.” Gretel smiled. This time, she believed him.

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They closed the door of the cabin before taking hold of each other’s hand for the trek back to their own retreat for the weekend. After walking for what seemed to be half an hour, Gretel lifted her hand. “Oh look.” It was the blonde woman and light-haired man they’d seen the day before. “Hi there,” the woman said. “Hello,” Hansel and Gretel said at the same time, trying to fix their smiles to stop them from laughing. “You must be Gretel and Hansel?” “Yes we are,” Gretel confirmed, bringing her hand up to shield her eyes from the sun. “Oh, we are Samantha and David; we were staying in another cabin when we got lost and came across yours,” Samantha explained. “Funny thing that, the same thing happened to us,” Hansel said. Gretel couldn’t look any of them in the eye. She found it all too funny to even think about. “So we ended up at your cabin, and your mother was there, Hansel.” David laughed. “Oh really?” Hansel said, squeezing Gretel’s hand. “Yeah,” Samantha said. “She’s such a lovely woman. She said she came out looking for you to tell you something really important, and then when she couldn’t find you…well. She welcomed us in. She’s so lovely. She gave us some really good advice.” “Yeah, she has a way of doing that,” Gretel said, trying to stop her comment from dripping with sarcasm. “Well she made us feel right at home. We kind of ate your food though,” Samantha said. “Don’t worry about it; we ate at your cabin,” Gretel said. She had to bite her tongue to stop herself from saying that 57

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David shouldn’t have been hungry after all the eating he did from Samantha. “Your cabin was so much nicer than ours,” Samantha said. “I feel a bit guilty because you were left with what we had. Was it okay? I feel kind of bad.” Hansel looked to Gretel. “No, it was great.” “Better than great,” Hansel agreed. “We hope you had a rested night. We’d be cranky if all the food and wine went to waste, so we are glad someone got to enjoy it.” “Well thanks,” David said. “It was nice to meet you; in case you get lost, just stay on this track and it will lead you back to your cabin,” Hansel said, moving past them. “We’d better get back.” The couples waved goodbye to each other and moved along the track. “Oh, is my mother still at the cabin?” Samantha turned and shook her head, “No, she had to get back to town, but I think she left you something. She had to get going early this morning.” Gretel’s mind raced. What would she leave behind? Divorce papers? “Hmm, that sounds , doesn’t it?” Hansel asked. “Hmm,” Gretel agreed, holding tight to his hand. “Guess we’ll find out.” “Guess we will,” he said, pulling her along the track as he started to walk again. “Nice to meet you,” Samantha called. Gretel and Hansel waved goodbye again as they started to laugh. “Imagine what they would have done in our bed.” She snickered. Hansel laughed. “Well we know what we did to their floor.” “What you did to their floor.” She joined his laugh. “I only left a few marks on the blankets.” 58

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“You sure did,” he said, bringing his arm around her shoulder and pulling her in tight to his chest. The pair walked the remainder of the way in silence. A comfortable silence. A quiet neither of them had experienced for a long time. “Are you going to be the brave one and go in first?” Hansel asked. “So all that talk about standing up to your mother was exactly that? Talk?” she challenged, stopping dead. “Well, I can’t see her car. Maybe she has gone,” he said. “No, that was a joke just then. I will talk to her.” Gretel bit her tongue to stop herself from saying that she’d believe it when she saw it. Hansel held her hand tight as they walked to the door of the cabin. “Well we can’t stop here, if she is inside, then she would have heard us coming up the stairs,” Gretel said quietly. “Her car’s not here.” “Doesn’t mean she didn’t park it off a little way and then walk back,” he said. “Hmm, we are dealing with a clever woman here remember,” Gretel whispered. Hansel reached for the doorknob and turned it as slowly as possible. He poked his head around the door and scanned the room. Nothing. There was no sign of life. “Mother?” he called. “She banshee,” Gretel called quietly, behind him. Hansel stopped and turned back to Gretel. “Sorry, sorry, I know, force of habit.” Gretel placed her hands on Hansel’s waist and walked with him into the room. “What’s that on the end of the bed?” 59

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They both stared at the white envelope resting on the folded blanket at the foot of the bed. Gretel scanned the handwriting. “It’s from your mother.” Hansel scooped the envelope off the mattress as he sat on the edge and let out a low sigh, “Okay,” he said. “It says; Hello Hansel and Gretel. I wanted to start off with an apology. I'm sorry that my suggestions are taken as interferences; I want the best for my family. Gretel, I love you like a daughter. I know we are not in competition for my son’s affection. I now know my bounds from spending time with a wonderful young couple who stayed with me last night. Please accept my apology, and I look forward to talking to you when you arrive home. You can call me. Any time. You know that, Love, Mom.’” “Well there you go,” Gretel said. “But?” “There is no but,” she said, with a smile. Hansel stared at her, waiting for her to speak. “There is no but, so if you’re waiting for it, it ain’t coming.” Hansel nodded, “Okay. I believe you.” “So shall we have a sleep before we head back, or what did you want to do?” Gretel asked. “I think we should probably head back, get home while it’s still daylight. Then we can have a nice dinner out, and then be home in time for the game.” Gretel scoffed. “So an early night for me then?” “No, I didn’t say which game. It can be let’s find out what’s in that bag that Gretel packed?” “Oh yeah, better make sure your mum didn’t have a look,” she said, rushing to the bag that had been pushed to the wall. “Everything in order?” Hansel asked, trying to look over her shoulder. 60

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“It certainly is,” she said, zipping the bag quickly. “Thank you for your concern. If we want to beat the weekend traffic, maybe we should head out now.” “Sure thing, would you like me to take that bag for you?” “If you promise not to look inside.” Gretel smirked. “Okay, let’s get this place packed up,” he said, putting his arms out wide. “Give me a hug first.” Gretel moved slowly and maintained her eye contact. She moved in close and rested her cheek against his chest. “Let’s go home.” “Let’s,” she agreed.

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Chapter 10 “Thank you for thinking of doing this. I think, all in all, it’s been great,” she said, reaching over and stroking his shoulder-length hair out of his face. As she fondled his hair, she turned her attention to the trees. “Oh for the love of God. I like trees but this is all just a bit too much. Remind me next time to bring something to do in the car.” “I know, baby, but we’re almost there,” Hansel said, wishing the trip was also over. “You are gonna have to pull over, honey,” Gretel said. “I have to get out and stretch my legs.” “But we’ve only just started the drive,” he protested, without decreasing the speed. “Honey, please,” Gretel begged, letting her hand drop to glide along his arm, across his stomach and down to rest on his crotch. “I really need to go.” Hansel rested farther back in the seat and pushed his hips forward to expose more of his crotch to her hand. Gretel smiled as she felt the perfect outline of his penis through his pants. She moved her hand so his balls rested on her fingers before giving them a waggle. The fabric started to strain. “Alright, but you can’t hold it for a few more minutes?” he asked. “Can you?” she said, taking her hand away. “You don’t play fair,” he growled, as he pulled the car as far off the road as he could. “There you go.” 62

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Gretel smiled as she reached for a box of tissues and opened the car door. “Oh look…trees!” “Just hurry up and we can get home,” he said, with a laugh. Gretel ran into the forest, but not so far that she lost sight of the car. She crouched and sighed as she relieved herself. She’d been holding on since they first left the cabin. She looked slowly around at the nature that surrounded her, before Hansel called out to her. “Come on.” He knew better than to honk the horn. “I’m coming,” she yelled back, as she wiped herself dry. “Christ, talk about impatient.” She stood and pulled at the fabric on her skirt as it dropped just past her knees. She took a step before turning towards the roadway and ran full on into Hansel. “Christ!” she yelped, when he caught hold of her wrists. “Shh,” he whispered. The only thing they could hear was the sound of the engine running a short distance away from where they stood concealed by the forest. “What? What are we listening for?” she asked, as her forehead rested on his chest. She took a deep breath. Everything smelt so fresh, and she loved the scent of Hansel. A mix of his aftershave and his own unique smell. “Nothing. I just wanted you to stop and listen for a minute,” he said, bringing his mouth to the top of her head. He loosened his grip, and she instinctively put her arms around his waist. She rested her hands and took a firm hold of his buttocks. “Hmm,” he sighed, pushing his hips forward. Gretel giggled as she felt his hardening cock pushing against her stomach. “I love how you try to have stomach sex.” “Well you are just the perfect height,” he said, as he lifted his head. Gretel tilted her head and smiled. Hansel brought his hand up to the back of her head and pushed her off balance, 63

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forcing her to grab hold harder. Gretel snickered, as she knew exactly what he was trying to do. She felt herself going limp as he held her body close to his. She watched his lips coming closer to hers. “Kiss me hard,” she begged, straining to get closer to him. She smiled as she opened her mouth and watched his tongue flick out and lick his lips. “Whatever you desire,” he said, taking her mouth. He kissed her softly but intensely. Gretel let her tongue wander past his lips and searched around inside his mouth. Hansel’s mouth opened wider as Gretel’s fingernails dug into his firm behind. She rubbed her chest against his. Gretel loved it when his hand would brush through her hair and hold her head for him to kiss. Hansel moved his hand from the small of her back to around her waist, and then under her shirt to her breasts. She pursed her lips and pulled back. “Your hands are cold,” she said with a laugh, and brought her hand around to pull his away. Giving her another long slow kiss, he replied, “Well you will have to make them warmer for me.” “I have a few ideas, but you will have to wait for those to happen,” she said, kissing him quickly on the mouth and moving along his jaw line. “As much as I’m loving what you are doing here, can we please get home? I already feel like I need a shower.” “Sure thing,” he said, letting her go and taking hold of her hand. “Shall we go back to the car?” “Yes, please. Just be careful where you walk.” She laughed, pushing him to the left as she ran ahead to the car. Just as he got to the edge of the road, Gretel threw her lacy knickers at him, hitting him in the chest. “And what are they for?” he asked, twirling them around his finger. “Hope you don’t expect me to wear them?” 64

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“Not at all.” Gretel laughed. “I just want you to be thinking that for the final part of this trip, I will have no underwear on.” Hansel shook his head and shook the knickers at her. “You can’t do that to me.” “I can do whatever I want,” she quipped, leaning into the car and pointing her behind in Hansel’s direction. She looked over her shoulder and watched him walk behind her. She smiled as she saw him stuff her knickers into his pocket, and laughed out loud when she felt his hands take hold of her hips. Her skin prickled as she felt the material of her skirt skimming over her thighs and revealing her buttocks. “Hey.” She squirmed. “Hey nothing. I can do whatever I want,” he said, running his fingers between her cheeks. She flinched as his fingers brushed past her asshole before slipping over her wet pussy. “Hmm, someone’s horny.” Gretel reached her hand between her legs and felt Hansel’s groin, giving it a long stroke. “So is someone else.” Gretel sighed as Hansel stroked across her clitoris and gently squeezed her buttocks. “I love how wet you get.” “It’s because you turn me on so much,” she said, closing her eyes and relishing in his hand play. “Keep going.” “And what would happen if I stopped?” “I would lock you out of the car and make you walk the rest of the way home,” she threatened, pushing back against his hands. “You wouldn’t be so cruel,” he said, letting her stand before him, but he did not remove his hand. “You know I couldn’t walk that far with an erection.” Gretel grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She was so very grateful to the inventor of pushup bras. “You are getting brave. Stripping off on the side of the road.” 65

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“I’m just trying to make it as annoying for you as it is for me,” she said, turning around and sitting in the car. “I’ve been sitting in the passenger’s seat for the last two hours. The vibrations of the car are not helping the thoughts of what I have in mind for you. Time for you to suffer a bit. But this is suffering in a good way, don’t you think?” “You don’t play fair,” he said, as she curled her legs into the car. “Hmm, those fingers of yours look tasty.” “Yeah, and they’re all mine,” he said, sticking his index finger into his mouth. “Oh greedy,” Gretel pouted. “Get in and drive this car.” Hansel slowly pulled the finger from his mouth before giving her a big smirk. “I will. On one condition.” Gretel turned her legs and faced him front on. She lifted one leg to rest on the edge of the seat. Her skirt lifted and gave him a clear view of where he yearned to be. “And what condition would that be?” His gazed dropped from her eyes to the glistening and relatively hair free area between her legs. “I want you to play with yourself for the rest of the drive home.” Gretel slowly moved her hand along her thigh and strummed her fingers along the slit. “Sounds like a fair deal to me.” Hansel put his hand on the door and motioned to close it. “I think the deal is a bit unfair, since I have to keep my eyes on the road while you get off.” “I promise to make it good for you,” she said, as she pulled her legs inside the car and waited for him to close the door. She laughed at the thought of what lay ahead for her, as she watched Hansel jog around the car. “Come on then, baby,” he said, putting on his seatbelt. “God your breasts look delicious in that bra.” 66

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“You like? I thought you would when I saw it in the catalogue,” she said, slipping her thumbs under the straps and giving them a jiggle. “Oh, honey, you shouldn’t do that to me when I have to drive,” he said, licking his lips again and forcing himself to look to the road. “Do you think you can get us there safely?” she asked, as she let her hand drop to her lap again. “’Cause you know I like to get a bit loud. You aren’t going to be distracted? You look like you’re ready to pop there.” “Aww, hell, quick. I don’t think I’ll be able to put the car into drive, let alone get us there, without diving head first into your pussy,” he said, reaching for her breasts. Gretel screamed as she watched his hands pawing her. She kicked her leg over the gear stick and reached to kiss him. She snuggled into his neck and pulled at his shirt. “Thank God we have the keys already, and we don’t need to speak to the groundskeeper.” She laughed. “Give me a second,” Hansel said, kicking the door open. Gretel sat as he left her. One leg over the gear stick, breasts precariously hanging out, skirt bunched around her waist and the smell of sex circulated through the vehicle’s air conditioning. The air felt cool against her back as Hansel opened the door again. “Come here, you.” He reached in and took her around the waist and pulled her out of the car. “God you smell so good; I can smell you from here.” Gretel smiled and wiped her finger through her slit and brought it to his mouth. Hansel sucked hard on her finger as he spun her around to face him. “I need to have you now.” “How do you want me?”

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“I want you all over me,” he said, taking her finger and placing his own against her opening. “We’d better hope that no one comes along this road.” Gretel laughed. “As long as we’re the only ones coming, I don’t mind.” Hansel dropped to his knees and pushed Gretel’s leg up onto the car seat before inching his face towards her. “You smell so strong.” His tongue slipped over her outer lips before curling between then. Gretel sighed as a delicious sensation washed over her. Her hand ran through his hair and pressed him farther in. “You taste so good.” Gretel moved her legs farther apart and leaned against the door frame. Gretel looked down between her breasts to Hansel’s head bobbing in and out as he ate her. “Oh, you do that so well,” she breathed, as a tingle shot through the base of her spine. She clamped her hand over her breast and tilted her pelvis forward. She bent her legs as she felt his fingers slowly easing inside her. “Hmm, deeper.” Hansel got to his feet and kissed her hard on the lips as he continued thrusting inside her. Gretel worked quickly to undo the button on his jeans and pull his pants down. His cock sprang forward and hit the side of her hand. She kissed him hard as she fingered the pre-cum along his shaft. She liked how he moaned through his kisses when she played with his cock. She couldn’t wait to have it inside her. She pulled her mouth away only to have him bury his face into her neck. “I need you inside me...now,” she said breathlessly, as the walls of her pussy pulsed. “I need to be inside you, too,” Hansel said, pulling his mouth away. The extra height she got from the car gave him the perfect position to enter her. Gretel lifted her other leg to stand on the door’s arm rest. She balanced herself against the door and held onto Hansel’s neck as he rested his forehead be68

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tween her breasts. He inched his cock towards her and looked up to watch her face as it pressed against her. She loved the sensation of the first thrust. Her walls closed around his eight inches like it was the first time she’d ever had him. She moaned in great delight as a rush of tingles crawled over her bare skin. Hansel ran his tongue over the top mound of her breast before moving down to find her nipple. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he found his rhythm. She clenched her muscles and made her pussy clamp over his cock. Within minutes, they were both panting and announcing they were close to coming. “Fuck, you are so tight,” he panted, as he continued thrusting. “And you feel so good,” she moaned, letting her head drop back. Her juice was all over his shaft and made his balls glisten. Gretel pushed her hips forward and instantly felt her pussy twitch. “Play with yourself,” Hansel instructed, watching his cock slide in and out of her. Gretel knew her orgasm would be seconds away if she touched herself. “I have to hold onto the door or I’ll fall.” “I’ve got you, baby,” he said, holding her about the buttocks. His shoulder muscles bulged as he took her weight. Gretel pulled at her opening to expose her clit. She gently ran her fingertips over it, causing it to spring to attention. “Fuck that looks so good. I wanna eat you after you come.” Those were the last words she heard before her fingers pressed harder. She worked her fingers round and round her clit as Hansel continued to thrust. True to her word, within seconds, she was bucking against him so hard, he had to steady himself so neither of them would tumble. Hansel groaned as he felt her pussy pulsing around his cock. It contracted and then swelled around his shaft. Gretel grabbed for the door 69

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frame to steady herself as Hansel’s thrusts became short and sharp. She smiled, as she knew the end for him was near. Hansel threw his head back and announced to the forest his delight of coming in his lover. Hansel’s head rested in the nook of her neck as his thrusts slowed. “Christ that was awesome,” he said breathlessly. “It was great, baby,” she said, lowering her shaking legs. She caught sight of his penis. “I love how your cock always looks ready to go.” “I love how it looks when I have you all over me,” he said, kissing her hard. “Give me those fingers.” Gretel didn’t have the energy to lift her arm, so Hansel reached for it himself. “Let’s get you home.” Hansel turned the ignition and turned to Gretel. She was slumped into the seat and was smirking at him. “What?” he asked. “Nothing,” she answered, with an even bigger grin. “I love how your cock thinks it’s going to drive us home.” Hansel looked to his lap. His cock was resting on the lower part of the steering wheel. “Hey there, big fella.” He laughed. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Honey, can you or ‘big fella’ drive fast? I think I’m dribbling onto the seat,” Gretel said, with a smile. “Well I’m hoping you’ll be dribbling all the way home,” Hansel said, staring at her nipple, precariously covered by her bra. “Are you alright to drive?” she asked. “Just give me a minute to focus,” he said, staring at the road before him. “Okay, well your time starts now, and think of it this way, for every minute that you’re over the twenty mark, that means less time you get to spend inside me,” Gretel said, crossing her legs and relishing the last of the sensations that 70

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Ever since Karen Mandeville was a little girl, she wanted to write. From horror, to romance, to children’s novels and short stories—she has written whatever her heart has pushed her to write. Now twenty-eight and living in Newcastle, New South Wales, Australia (with her problem child of a cat), Karen is busy working on other stories to keep readers tantalized for hours. Karen worked as a journalist before making the decision to change her career, allowing her the time (and the sanity) to focus on her creative writing. www.karenmandeville.com

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