Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Complete Collection (52 page)

He knew he was being obsessive, but he got
like this when he was working on a project. His science project in
eighth grade—making his own version of an electrical generator—had
kept him in his room for over a week. Gretel had brought his dinner
to him on trays because he refused to stop working. Of course, as
his grandmother kept reminding him, the stakes now were so much
higher than they’d been in eighth grade.

He’d spent a few hours mingling at the
party, but he couldn’t get his mind off the work. He’d thought
about talking to Gretel. She didn’t understand the science part of
his babbling, but she was a good sounding board and asked
interesting questions that got him thinking in different directions
that usually helped, but she’d been dancing with Andrew. Although
he wasn’t sure what they’d been doing could be called dancing
exactly.

“You bastard,” Hans swore, holding up the
Petri dish where the organism they’d already developed was
currently residing. He had been able to reproduce this particular
bacteria without much trouble, but it only worked so fast and no
faster. They’d already tried everything from removing molecules
from the sugar itself before the fermentation process—that had
resulted in the artificial sweetener with the brand name Splenda—to
splicing it with all sorts of DNA, from frogs to goats to soybeans,
all with no successful results.

“We need to modify you, not the sugar, huh,
guy?” Hans slipped a slide under the microscope and turned it on.
They’d done that too, of course, slicing and dicing the bacteria,
introducing all sorts of agents to see if it would increase its
production, to no avail. He had a list four pages long of things
they’d tried.

It had been Gretel bringing him a meal on a
tray and sitting on a stool watching him that had given him the
first breakthrough, although he didn’t like to admit it. He’d
refused the sandwich and she had sat and watched, picking at the
little pieces of crust on the side and lining them up on the lab
counter.

“Would you stop making a mess?” He’d been
irritated at his lack of progress and short with her.

“Just making crumbs for the mice.” She had
nodded toward the three of them in their cage in the corner. “What
are you doing anyway?”

“I told you—I can’t tell you.”

Gretel had pouted, sweeping the crumbs into
her hand and then throwing them at him on her way out. He had been
about to add something to the Petri dish and one of the crumbs had
fallen in, contaminating the sample.

“Goddamnit, Gretel! You are such a
pest!”

She’d just stuck her tongue out and left,
slamming the door behind her. He’d set the sample aside and
forgotten about it, but the next day, he’d remembered and had
looked at it, just out of curiosity, before throwing it away, and
had discovered something extraordinary—the organism was active.
More active than it had ever been before!

But why?

The only difference had been the
introduction of the bread crumb, but when he’d taken bread from the
kitchen and tried to recreate the same experiment, nothing had
happened.

Hans sighed, putting the Petri dish down and
rubbing his eyes. He was tired, bone tired, sleeping only two or
three hours a night. He felt like the weight of the world was
resting on his shoulders. And maybe it was. He put his head down,
going through the list of ingredients in his head—flour, salt,
sugar, rye. It had been a Reuben sandwich, his favorite, piled high
with corned beef and sauerkraut. He’d eaten it later, feeling
guilty, and it was delicious, the bread toasted just the way he
liked it.

“It’s homemade. The cook baked it fresh
today!” He remembered his sister saying, pleading with him. “Come
on, Hans, eat something, please? For me?”

“Fresh!” Hans lifted his head from the
table, eyes wide. “That’s it!”

He had a feeling his little sister might
have just solved the world’s energy problem.

* * * *

“I’m sooo dehydrated.” Gretel stuck her head
out from under the covers, finding herself at the foot of the bed.
She had no idea what time it was, but from the light coming in the
window where Drew was standing, she guessed it was either early
morning—or early evening.

“You need some more fluids.” He came over to
the bed, sitting on the edge. He had showered and looked rather
fetching in his boxers.

“What a brilliant idea.” She stretched
across his lap like a cat, rubbing her cheek against his
crotch.

He laughed. “That’s only going to make it
worse.”

“Mmm, but it hurts so good.” She nuzzled him
some more, feeling his cock beginning to stir.

She was surprised he had any fluid left
either. They hadn’t left the room in two days. Drew had basically
called in sick, having food left outside of his room for both of
them. At least they had food and water. And as far as she could
tell, no alarm had been raised about her disappearance on the boat.
She’d wondered at that, but she knew Hans was busy doing—well,
whatever he was doing. And her grandmother? The woman was shrewd.
She probably knew exactly where her granddaughter was.

“You’re such a little minx.” Drew petted her
hair, shifting to let her have better access.

“How long have you been awake?” she wondered
aloud, unable to resist sliding her hand into his boxers. “How long
have I been asleep?”

“A few hours.” He nodded toward his laptop.
“Trying to get a little work done.”

His cock was only half-hard. She was going
to have to work at it—but she was up to the challenge. “What time
is it?”

“About dinner time.”

She laughed, kissing the head of his dick,
breathing in the fresh-showered scent of him. “I think we’ve got
our days and nights mixed up.”

“I think we need to forget days and nights
altogether,” he murmured, pressing her head down, groaning as she
took him deeply into her mouth.

“Good idea,” she said, but her words were
mumbled, too full of cock for him to understand, and he wasn’t
paying attention anyway. She worked her tongue around the mushroom
tip, flicking, teasing, finding the spot underneath that made him
bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut tight every time she rubbed
her tongue there.

His cock was almost fully hard now but she
wasn’t done. Instead, she slid naked to the floor and he lifted his
hips so she could take down his boxers, freeing him completely. She
nibbled up the inside of his thighs, pumping him slowly in her
hand, her tongue snaking underneath his balls, making his toes
curl.

When she got to the head of his cock, he was
leaking precum, and she licked it off playfully, round and round,
her eyes never leaving his.

“No hands, just your mouth,” he urged as she
went down on him. “Look up at me. Oh god, yeah, like that.”

She swallowed him nice and slow, taking as
much as she could, even choking a little, her eyes watering, but he
thrust up again anyway, aiming for the back of her throat.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he
instructed, his eyes full of hunger as she followed his direction,
her breasts jutting forward with the motion, his cock pressing past
the pink spread of her lips, seeking the heat of her tongue. “Oh
god, what a sweet little mouth.”

She practically purred under his praise,
sucking him deeper, faster, whimpering as he fingered her nipples,
sending jolts of pleasure straight down to her already wet pussy.
She couldn’t remember how many times he’d licked and fucked her,
even just that morning after their breakfast in bed, yet she still
wanted more.

“Stand up and show me your pussy.” He leaned
back on the bed as she stood, used to this already—he loved to see
her touch herself. She parted her lips, showing him pink, sliding a
finger down into her slit. God, so wet.

“On the bed,” he said, his cock in his fist
as he watched her. “Right over me.”

“Drew,” she protested, blushing, but she did
as he asked, balancing a foot on either side of his body, moving
her way up until she was standing directly over his head.

“Good girl.” He smiled, reaching up to touch
her himself, sliding two fingers into her wetness, making her moan
softly. She loved his fingers, so much larger and rougher than her
own. “Spread it for me. Like that. Stay just like that.”

She bit her lip, flushing, holding her pussy
spread wide for his gaze and his touch. He explored her moist pink
folds with his index finger, teasing her flesh, avoiding the aching
bud of her clit. Instead, he dipped his fingers into her, first
two, pumping easily in and out. She whimpered and rocked with the
motion, spreading herself even wider for him.

“Can you take more?” he wondered out loud,
slipping a third finger in, making her howl. “Too much?”

“No,” she gasped, getting used to the
sensation, more like his cock than his fingers, stretching her
wide. “It’s good. Oh…god…”

“So tight,” he remarked, working his fingers
in and out of her wetness. “Christ, baby, you make me want you so
bad.”

“Me too.” She smiled, glancing down to see
his cock clenched in his fist, the tip seeping precum for her.

“Get on the bed.”

She sank down to the mattress, letting him
roll and move her the way he wanted, this time on her hands and
knees, her ass high up in the air.

“Reach back and spread it,” he whispered.
She felt the heat of his cock pressing against her thigh and she
couldn’t believe how much she wanted him. “Both hands.”

Her shoulders pressed into the bed, she
reached back with both hands to spread her cheeks wide, showing him
everything. Drew groaned, slapping the head of his dick against her
pussy, teasing both of them.

“You make me want to fuck you so hard.”

Gretel cried out as he entered her, losing
her grip as he buried himself deep, driving her forward onto the
bed. He grabbed her hips and pulled them back, lifting her to her
hands and knees again, using his thighs to spread hers as he began
to thrust.

“Oh god yes,” she whispered, reaching
underneath to rub her clit.

“That’s a good girl,” he urged, rolling his
hips as he thrust, exploring every inch of her insides. “Play with
yourself. Rub that pussy for me.”

Gretel did, circling her clit with her
finger as he fucked her. She lifted her ass in the air, giving him
an even deeper angle, making him groan in response and fuck her
even harder. Her pussy was swollen and wet, their bodies slapping
together every time he pulled her back into the saddle of his
hips.

“That’s so hot,” he murmured, exploring the
crack of her ass with his thumbs. “You’ve got a sweet little
ass.”

“Drew,” she protested, feeling his thumb
pressing against her asshole. The sensation made her shiver. “Oh,
no, not there…”

“I thought you were a naughty girl,” he
teased, pressing his thumb a little deeper, making her squeal and
wiggle.

“Nooo,” she wailed, burying her hot face
against the covers.

“Easy…” He chuckled. “I won’t put my cock in
there. Not today.”

She gasped at the thought, her eyes flying
wide in surprise.

“But you can take just one finger, can’t
you?” he teased, pressing his thumb in deeper, to the first
knuckle. She hissed and closed her eyes, but she didn’t move away
or protest. “Oh god, that’s tight. So gorgeous. Such a hot little
ass.”

Gretel moaned into the bed as he began to
fuck her again, this time with his cock, deep into her pussy, and
with his thumb, in and out of her ass. The sensation was almost
more than she could stand, her thighs trembling in an effort to
contain it.

“You like that, don’t you?” Drew’s thumb was
all the way in her now, moving in rhythm with his cock.

“Yes,” she gasped, not wanting to admit it,
but oh god, she did like it—she did.

“Tell me.” He stopped thrusting, keeping his
thumb buried deep.

“I like it,” she admitted, feeling her whole
body fill with heat. “Oh Drew, I love it. Please, don’t stop—finger
my ass while you fuck me.”

He gave a low growl, driving his hips
forward again, his cock swelling even bigger inside of her. Gretel
cried out, her fingers rubbing her clit in fast circles, matching
his rhythm. His thumb in her ass made her feel completely filled,
her already swollen pussy hugging the length of his dick.

“Oh baby,” she whispered, the feeling
beginning to peak. “So close. So close.”

“Yeah,” he urged, his breath coming faster,
slamming his cock into her. “Do it, baby! Come for me!”

“Ohhhh!” She let it come, her orgasm setting
off a chain reaction in her body, her nipples tingling as they
grazed the bed with every thrust, her clit throbbing, her pussy
clamping down around his pistoning cock, and her little asshole
clenching his thumb in a hot, steady rhythm.

“Oh fuck.” Drew slipped his cock out of
pussy and his thumb of her ass at the same time, making her cry out
at the loss of him, but then he was bathing her in a white hot
eruption of cum. He pressed the head of his dick against the hole
his thumb had just vacated—not inside, just at the opening, fiery
blasts leaking out around the tip and down the swollen pink folds
of her pussy.

“Oh Jesus.” Drew collapsed beside her on his
belly, burying his face into a pillow. “Now I’m the one who needs
fluids.”

Gretel laughed, going to the bathroom to
clean up. She opened a bottled water and brought one for him, too,
finding Drew already snoring. She left the water next to the bed
and went to the window. The yacht was moving again, out of port
just that morning, into open water now. That made her think of Hans
and she wondered what he must be thinking about her.

“Where are you going?” Drew asked as she
pulled on her sundress. It was the only clothing she had to wear,
not that she’d really needed any in the past forty-eight hours.