HANSELI had no idea how I had made it successfully from the bar to the cottage all on my own. I deserved an award of some sort. It was simply mind-blowing. I didn't make it into the cottage but at least I got to the property. I had seen five Chesters coming out from the cottage right before passing out in glorious drunken slumber.The next morning, I woke up to the familiar comfort of my bed. My room had my scent which helped in soothing me. I stretched out my squeaky joints yawning; a little bit of needed awareness returning. The first thing I noticed was the absence of my clothes. I was in my drawers. Just my drawers.My mind spun over the realization that Gretel must have carried my drunk ass into the cottage and she was responsible for stripping me. For the first time, I felt apprehension. Gretel had kissed me which was unexpected. Saying it was unexpected was an understatement.I got out of bed grudgingly and searched for clean clothes to wear. The box where I keep my clothes wa

GRETEL HARGREAVESThe sound of the door shutting caused a painful lump in my throat. Hansel had kissed me setting my soul on fire and in that little moment of weakness, I had slipped completely. Damn!Yanda blinked her teary eyes as she looked around with a confused expression."Was that Hansel leaving?" she asked staring at me with her huge set of eyes.No... It was the tooth fairy sneaking in to recover the sack he forgot the previous night.That was what I should have said. Instead, i nodded."That's a shame. I was about to ask him to fuck me senseless."You're already senseless as it is so just shut up while I still haven't gone psycho bitch on your dumb ass.I smiled at her as I increased the thrusts of my finger in her pussy. Her eyes shut tight as she resumed her intense moans.**Hours later, I sat on my bed alone with my thoughts. Hansel had figured me out at the final moment. I orchestrated the whole thing in an elaborate plot to get him to quench the undeniable passion that

GRETEL HARGREAVES"Wake up, fool." He stirred on the bed mumbling nonsense then continued his sleep. I was growing impatient. Waking Hansel was by far the most frustrating thing to do in life."Get the fuck up!" I yelled, throwing a punch straight into his jaw.My bony fist connected with his mouth which his head jerk as he sat upright instantly.Hansel eyed me surprised and worried all at once. He was still trying to figure out the reason I was looking mad and the person who had punched him. The green cloak I wore added to the mystery.I didn't have time for that. When I was sure his brain was fully functional, I sat on the bed and said, "We're going after her.""After who?""The tooth fairy. Who else do you think, idiot." I shot back letting a little of my frustration out.Three days had passed since Matilda left and we still hadn't gotten a word from her. I knew Hansel was worried even though he was trying hard to hide it. Today he had been so withdrawn, that he hadn't eaten before

GRETELBarbra glared at me letting her mask go down. Her smile twisted into an awful grimace. The cocky bitch!!! The Damned cocky bitch! Well, game on….I grabbed the last cake from the tray as I leveled her with a stare that surpassed hers. Without letting my eyes leave hers, I took a bite…The moment I swallowed, I regretted the action. The same cake the gang had lauded like it had been made by a world-class chef tasted like a rotten apple. I coughed struggling to puke out the crap I had consumed. Instinctively, I glanced at the part I had bitten expecting to see worms but all I saw was my bite mark etched there.Barbra saw my reaction and was surprised. Obviously, she expected me to react like the rest of them had. “This tastes like garbage. I’m sorry, lady but thanks.” I said as I dropped the cake back on the tray wiping my hands on my cloak.Barbra’s stare was starting to get on my nerves and I was about to indicate my discomfort when she said, “You’re an unusual child.”She w

GRETELI sighed...A bunch of ideas came into my mind just seeing my body the way it was. It took everything I had for me to ignore the whispers of lust and pull myself from the mirror to get dressed. Any bastard who would see my body the way I had just seen it wouldn't be able to resist the call of my sensuality. Yet there was one bastard I needed that didn't feel the same. I got out a dark leather jacket I kept for special occasions like this one. I was in my bad bitch mode and I needed a bad bitch outfit to go with it. I struggled into ripped denim completing the look. There was no need for the shades inside here if not I would have added them.I walked up to the mirror to inspect myself. Gretel, you're killing it. I smiled at the bad bitch starting back at me. I was fully dressed to release carnage and more. I squeezed the clothes I had just gotten out of into a separate compartment in my bag and tossed the cloak on the bed. There would still be the need for that bad boy soon.Wa