Months of abuse rained down upon Hansel and, to a much lesser degree, Gretel. The children did not understand their stepmother at all. No one could who had lived in such harmonious surroundings all their life. Their father didn't understand her either, but then he didn't know about what went on in the cottage days when he was away.
After that first horrible winter afternoon, there were days of sullen silence and then every so often, some pretext was found for a similar abuse of Hansel. Gradually these days of abuse became more and more frequent and the pretext for punishment more flimsy. Finally the witchy woman would begin on him as soon as the time had passed sufficiently to be sure the children's father was indeed gone for the day.
Then she would scowl at the children and both would hurriedly undress. They had quickly learned that to resist her abuse would only worsen it. Once naked, Hansel and Gretel never knew exactly what might happen. One day she might spank both of their sweet pink bottoms with a heavy wooden spoon. According to the nature of her mood, the handle of the spoon might make its way, unaided by grease, up Hansel's backside or it might not. Sometimes she would play and twist and squeeze with his penis. And she had been known to force Hansel to insert a finger inside his sister. Once she had tried to force him to insert his little penis. When he was not able to, she became especially enraged at him, throwing him about the cottage and then settling down with his nude form across her lap, face up. She slapped at his chest, belly and thighs and most frequently slapped at his penis and balls.
The children tried to restrain their outcry and tears as these also further enraged the stepmother.
Then one day in spring, one of her "bad" days, (a relative term indeed!) the stepmother was sitting with Hansel spread over her lap, face up, smacking him in that way she had when she noticed a change had occurred. Above the boy's _c_o_c_k_, hair was beginning to sprout. Tiny fine curly little reddish blond hairs. She tried to yank at them but they were too short and too fine to grasp.
Frustrated she sat a moment frowning. Then her face lit up with what almost resembled a smile. "Gretel, dear," she cooed, in a horrific parody of sweetness. "Bring mama the bucket of lard!"
Gretel had no idea what this request might mean but she did as she was told. Hansel squirmed slightly. Any time something new was introduced into the episodes with the stepmother, he became exceedingly nervous as it usually meant further humiliation and abuse. This time was no exception to that.
"Good girl," the woman burbled as Gretel sat the bucket at her side. "Good, good girl! And watch what mama is going to do!"
She dipped all the fingertips of her right hand into the lard and rubbed them in her palm, to soften and warm the lard. Then she took Hansel's _c_o_c_k_ in her slick hand and began gently tugging it. This very quickly produced a change that surprised Gretel but was no surprise whatsoever to the woman: his _c_o_c_k_ began to thicken and grow. Soon it stood, a rigid, fat respectable member for a boy his age.
"Feel it, dear," the woman cooed to Gretel, "come feel your brother's sweet little boy thing!"
Gretel instinctively knew that she should not do this but stronger than instinct was the very realistic fear of her stepmother, so she did indeed feel Hansel's _c_o_c_k_.
"YOU stroke it, dear! NOW!" and in the last word, suddenly the rage emerged back into the woman's voice.
Gretel did as she had been told to do. Hansel was feeling very confused, torn between fear and the most exquisite sensations he had ever felt. The pleasure of the sensations soon overcame the fear as he began to breathe very heavily and moan in a low voice. Gretel was amazed at the continuing growth of his _c_o_c_k_ in her hand and then most amazed to see its fat red head swell up and turn purple and then shoot a thick white liquid into the air.
"Keep stroking it!" she was commanded. Hansel squirmed without restraint. His stepmother grasped him across his belly and held him on her lap, as spurt after spurt of the boyish cum shot up onto his chest after the first one which had hit his chin. Finally when his _c_o_c_k_ began to soften and he squirmed now with discomfort at the handling that was continuing. Gretel somehow understood that and let go of her brother's member.
"Now, Gretel," and the woman drew her words out to create suspense and fear, "lick the messiness off your hands."
Gretel again did as told. She wondered if putting this substance that so unexpectedly erupted from Hansel in her mouth would poison her but she risked that in the face of the punishment she knew she would receive if she did not do as told.
"Good girl! Now lick your brother's little pee thing off!"
Soon Gretel was forced to lick all the cum that had slapped Hansel's belly and chest and last of all the big puddle on his chin. The second phase of the stepmother's cruelty was now officially underway.