"My dear wife. Things have come to the point where we have but one loaf of bread to share between the four of us. In the morning, with your agreement, I will take the two children into the town and sell them to Gustavia, the brothel keeper. We should get a really good price for two such desirable virgins, and we will reduce the demands on our resources by two, as well."

"Do what you think is best, dear," his wife agreed.

The two children happened to over-hear this conversation, and were appalled. They agreed that, that night, they would run away. In the dead of night, the two crept quietly from their beds, and down-stairs. Quietly, they lifted the latch and eased the door open, remembering that the hinges always squeaked if you opened it too far. Then out into the black, black night. Hansel, remembering the one occasion he had gone into the town with his father, turned to the right, wanting to get as far away as possible from both the town and Gustavia, whose brothel, he imagined, was in the very centre of the town. Together, they headed deeper and deeper into the forest.

Gradually, dawn broke. Now they could see the trees bending around them, as if to catch hold of them. When Hansel, (who was both a boy and five minutes older than his sister, so he always took charge), judged it was about 9am, he stopped, and they both sat and ate a little of the food they had packed. Then they staggered on. When he thought it was 1, they stopped, and again at 5. By the time it began to get dark, again, the two children were very weary. Hansel looked for a suitable clearing.

After a short search, he found just what he wanted. The trees thinned a little, allowing a lush covering of grass to cover the floor of the clearing. A little stream ran at the far side, giving them water for drinking and washing. Some wild strawberries carpeted one part of the clearing, supplementing their rapidly diminishing stores. Hansel cut some bracken for a mattress, and after eating, they snuggled together under the blanket they had brought.

Gretel wriggled onto her side, still inside her brother's arms, but facing him. She pressed against him, for warmth.

"Hansi?"

"Mmmmmm?"

"Hansi? What's that hard thing I can feel? Down here?" And she put a hand between there bodies, touching her brother's erect penis through his Lederhosen.

"That's my cock. It's for peeing through. But sometimes it grows and gets hard. Like now."

"Can I feel it properly?"

"Sure." She felt him wriggling under the blanket, and when she put her hand out again, the Lederhosen were gone. She felt in her hand, something like a very firm, long sausage - like Bratwurst. Gently she stroked and squeezed it, and heard him moan.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No Gretel, it feels wonderful. Please don't stop."

Now she felt something else. Hansel was pushing her Dirndl skirt upwards. Then he was pulling her little frilly knickers downwards. Finally he was exploring the tops of her legs, where she had noticed hair starting to grow.

"But you don't have a cock?" Hansel sounded puzzled.

"No, that's right."

His hand had moved down between her legs, and he was rubbing gently along her slit, and his fingers were slipping between her labia as they became moist. Suddenly his fingers accidentally touched her clitoris. Now it was her turn to moan. He turned to her and took her in his arms, causing her to let go of his cock.

"Did I hurt you, darling sister?"

"No, of course not. Like your cock, my little weeing hole feels wonderful when you touch it."

He wriggled, and then she felt something rubbing inside her slit. But both his hands were holding her shoulders. It must be his cock. With a smile, she settled against it and moved gently, causing herself a great deal of pleasure. He too sighed his delight, and pushed it hard against her. But where was it going? His cock was sliding inside her, through the hole she sometimes bled from - the hole she had heard other girls call their cunt. This felt even better, and Hansel thought so too, to judge by the way he was moving now.....(cont)