I have been a reader of Lush Stories for years now and have shared a few tales, but I never thought I would share this one. That is, until this Obsession contest got me thinking about it. The thing is, it’s my sister’s obsession, but I protect and empower her. I am her accomplice. She denies being obsessed with this and says it’s just a bit of fun. I think it has evolved to be much more serious. So, to prove my point, I am providing one particularly interesting event for your reading pleasure.

My name is Hansel and my sister is Gretel. We are twins, born in southern Germany. Our names made us the target of ridicule as kids. Apparently, our parents didn’t think that would be a big deal when they gave us those names. As it turned out, it brought us closer and made it easier to accept challenges later in life. Much like the old story, we have always been very close. We walked to school every day, shared hopes, dreams, friends, and people we disliked. As we matured, we shared all of the intimate details of our pubescent flings, too.

I grew into a very large man, well hung with a square jaw and blond hair. She turned into a stunner with a gorgeous face, long, slightly curly hair, and I must say, some really impressive breasts. Now we go by Hans and Gretta, and no one gives our names a second thought.

My sister and I always enjoyed the Renaissance fairs held throughout the region. It was another of those things we looked forward to for some summer fun when we were growing up. As we got older, we joined various LARP groups. These provided us with sexual fantasies to discuss. These discussions went a long way to help each other understand what we each liked or disliked.

We became perfect partners for each other. She helped me bed many young wenches who needed a well-hung, muscular dude. I helped her live out her deepening obsession to take more than one guy at a time. From the beginning, I was intimidating and made sure guys knew not to abuse her gifts. I knew from her conversations that she didn’t want to be abused, emotionally or physically. I, being her brother, kept her safe.

When we went away to Uni, our love of acting led us to study theater and drama. We worked hard on our physiques and our presentations. We got good at acting out scenes, engaging in role play, and following the path of improv. We turn heads when we are together.

As we matured further, we came to love performance. We simply loved to grab an audience’s attention, and we found that people didn’t turn away when we displayed our toned bodies and naked skin.

So, there you have our shared passions. We live for role play, especially when it leads to outlandish improv. We are exhibitionists, with bodies that grab attention. We love; no, we are driven by sex. Just to be clear, though, we have never had sex with each other, but we have been together when each of us is having sex. And finally, we have become really good at facilitating each other’s adventures.

To summarize my involvement and Gretta’s obsession: When we play to all three of our passions at once, she will spin up and out of control, fully surrendering to the situation. It’s an obsession that I carefully orchestrate. She won’t stop until she is gasping for breath, completely satiated. I have facilitated turning my gorgeous sister into a gangbang slut.

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We were wrapping up the last day at our favorite fair of the summer. There were roughly one hundred people in attendance at a farm with a big field adjoining a woodland. We all built a medieval town where we spent a week camping, eating, drinking, and playing into the night.

I stayed in character as the town strongman/jailer. Anna, my girlfriend for the week, was there running the Meadery. Anna was a thin woman with a round face, short hair, and a very playful smile. Her distinction was that her natural breasts were proportionally huge compared to her slender frame. I loved to completely envelop Anna whenever I pulled her into my powerful embrace.

Gretta was the fair maiden who slowly became the hard-to-get wench. Luckily for everyone visiting the Meadery, Anna and Gretta both liked showing lots of cleavage while wearing their overly revealing dirndls.

About thirty of us were regulars, and we all got along well. Anna had been more than glad to see me. That turned out as I had hoped because I got laid every night, thoroughly enjoying her spectacular body.

Gretta flirted mercilessly, teasing several men all week with her incredible figure, gradually getting more and more daring. She stayed chaste. I knew she was staying in character as part of the fantasy. She was feeding her obsession by stoking her desire. And tonight was the after party. Tonight was the time for her hedonistic feast.

I, like many attendees, had spent the last day of the fair dismantling the parts of the town we had built the week before. Most folks had packed up their stuff and left by midafternoon. I spent the day moving my jail, and all the associated props, into the barrel room beside the old barn. The landowner, Jochem, was a big, capable man. He helped me because it was in his nature, and he knew from experience what would hopefully transpire before the night was through. He also happened to be the guy Gretta had hit on the most. The three of us had formed a casual friendship over the years, due to our shared interests, and his obvious infatuation with Gretta. He was a good man and a lot of fun to be around.

Joc and I set up three rows of benches along one of the long walls. We put my modular jail-cell walls up as a room divider, complete with a latching door. This helps me control access to Gretta as things get started. I put large mirrors on the back wall to ensure the gallery had a superb view of the proceedings. My skill as a theater rigger came into play as I placed spotlights, winches, and controllers. Free-standing faux torches completed the lighting ambiance. Some accessory sex-dungeon equipment was placed inside the bars, but off to the sides were stocks, a St. James cross, and two padded bondage benches.

At the center of the jail were the props for the main attractions. The first was a small, highly modified exercise barre, the kind dancers train with, firmly anchored to a polished metal floor piece. It was widened and padded to support Gretta’s hips comfortably. It could be adjusted vertically and slid horizontally. To either side was an inclined footrest, with wide leather ankle cuffs.

The other main attraction under the spotlights was a narrow, padded table with D-rings attached to the perimeter.  The table could raise, lower, and tilt 15 degrees in any direction. I call it my display table because of the way it can be maneuvered to enhance an audience’s view. The table had storage beneath it that held restraints, floggers, oils, water bottles, and other small accessories.

Above the barre and the table were restraint chains ready to be deployed from a winch. The props were ready. The scene was set. The cast and the spectators were primed for one hell of a show. As Joc and I stood back, he remarked, “Hans, this is amazing! I can’t wait!” Now it was time to see what kind of hedonistic debauchery would unfold. We were hyper with anticipation, like a couple of teens.

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I wore a headband to hold back my hair, a tool belt to carry my prop sword, boots, and a deerskin apron. Joc wore a black tunic and pants with his boots, and he led the procession with a torch.

Joc pushed Gretta before him with her arms bound and her hair defiantly flowing behind her. Her breasts jiggled spectacularly with every step she took.

I followed, with Anna before me, her hands cuffed behind her back. Her chest was proudly thrust forward, and she swayed her hips for the benefit of all who followed. Those followers were about twenty villagers with their torches, jeering loudly. “They look guilty to me! It’s time those wenches get what they deserve! It’s their fault! That brew made me do crazy things!”

We entered the barrel room/dungeon. The villagers dutifully pushed themselves into the best seats they could get as Joc and I entered the jail with our prisoners. I lowered two chains, with carabiners attached, from the rafters and connected each woman’s wrist cuffs.

Then I had them face the gallery. Standing to the side, I loudly proclaimed, “Anna, as owner of the Meadery, you seduced these fine folk with your feminine wiles, tricking them into consuming your magical brew! Do you refute those facts?”

Anna adamantly shook her head. “I did no such thing! I’m proud of my fine brew. These folk consumed it willingly!”

I next charged Gretta. “You, bar wench, you have been taking advantage of the fine patrons! You made lewd promises and then failed to provide satisfaction. What is your excuse?”

Gretta violently shook her wild head of hair, dramatically stating, “I only work for tips! Any extra I got was a fair exchange! I provided a gratuitous flash of my flesh! I’ve done nothing wrong!”

The town vicar stood from his bench. “That buxom wench gave me a priapism!”

In unison, the crowd offered an indignant gasp.

Joc stood before Gretta and unbuttoned the shoulder straps of her dirndl, letting it fall to fully expose her gorgeous breasts. “You showed these to me, offered me your services for a big tip, and then got me drunk! I slept it off alone!”

The crowd yelled, “Guilty!”

I raised my hand until they were quiet. As I was about to pronounce the inevitable sentencing, Anna defiantly interrupted. Despite having her wrists cuffed from above, she yelled out, “I call bullshit!” She addressed the spectators, “You all know I brew some great mead. Don’t disparage my work. And further, Gretta and I have some great tits. We kinda like showing them off, as long as you show some appreciation. Just give a compliment now and again and let us know you want to see ‘em! This misogynistic, blame-the-women crap is truly medieval. I know you are just playing, but it’s disparaging. It’s gotta stop.”

A woman in the gallery yelled out, “Hear! Hear!”

The mood was broken. I thought to myself, “Here goes. We’re off-script.”

The tension over what would happen next had everyone riveted upon the two women. I could feel the collective dread that this elaborate setup might fizzle out. The moments were drawn out as I thought, “Come on - it’s time for some improv!”  

One of the townsfolk, who drank a lot of mead during the week, seemed to comply with my thoughts. He stood to proclaim, “Anna, you do make a very fine brew!”

Another man, seated up-front, spoke next, “And you both have magnificent tits.”

Two others chimed in, “Show us some tits!”

“Yeah, show us the goods!”

Anna tossed her head with a laugh. “That’s better. OK, Hans, give ‘em a show!”

With that exchange, the mood in the dungeon snapped back to edge-of-the-seat anticipation.

I stepped over to Anna, whispering to just her, “My pleasure.”

I unbuttoned her outfit and let the top fall to her waist. Her huge nipples were a sight to behold, and a wolf whistle encouraged more.

With a laugh and a dramatic flourish, we both pulled the ladies' outfits down over their hips. The women kicked their feet free as the crowd voiced its appreciation.

I got my bottle of oil from the cabinet beneath the display table and proceeded to make Anna’s body glisten. I handed the bottle to Joc, who took his time oiling up Gretta. Both women writhed at the luxurious feel of manly hands caressing their soft flesh. With their hands still restrained above their heads, Anna and Gretta were helpless to resist. They could only undulate under the carefully directed spotlights, causing the oil to glisten warmly.

I indicated to Joc to trade places with me. He was quite happy to take a turn playing with Anna’s luscious breasts. He squeezed and bounced them together. He hefted her oversized globes and palmed her huge areolas, before letting them drop, to enjoy their seductive bounce.

While the audience was distracted by that display, I retrieved my heavy flogger. Stepping behind Gretta, I swished out ten, increasingly heavy, strokes across her incredible ass. I had custom-made my flogger just for this purpose. The long, thick strips of leather with tapered tips look intimidating, and they delivered a heavy, resounding thwack against her oiled flesh. Contrary to its look, it provides a sting that leaves red skin, but no welts. I never would cause Gretta any real pain because I know that, like me, what we really crave is intense stimulation and pleasure.

I turned Gretta slowly in a circle for all to appreciate her beauty, accentuated by her rosy ass cheeks. Then, while facing the audience, I gave her tits a similar treatment. I lightly struck each one. Anna flinched but showed her enjoyment by tossing her hair back and presenting her chest for more. The gallery oohed as I roughly groped each breast and gave each nipple a twisting pull.

Her responsive nipples peaked like ripe red raspberries. She gets very turned on when they are pulled, twisted, or lightly flogged. I knew this would give me irresistible targets for my continued flogging. Each stroke of the flogger caused her whole body to jerk, which, of course, caused her spectacular breasts to bounce. Gretta squealed every time, putting on quite a show. It always makes the men watching want to fuck her badly.

After five strokes to each side, Gretta’s breasts were also rosy. I again roughly groped them, both together this time. When I twisted and pulled her inflamed nipples, she screamed out in pain, the good kind of pain she sometimes craves. 

I denied her more attention, letting her cool down a bit while she was still on full display. I moved back to Anna and got Joc to help me secure her on the display table. We put her on her back, with her ass at the edge and her cuffed ankles, suspended so her legs were spread wide. As Joc clipped her wrist cuffs to the table sides, I positioned a heavy Doxy wand, attached to a boom, just above her clit. She gasped when I turned it on to a deep, penetrating hum. Her gorgeous, lithe body tremored with her heavy breathing. Now the audience was watching Anna with anticipation as we left her to squirm.

Joc and I moved Gretta next. We unclipped her wrist cuffs and led her to stand before the padded barre. I lowered the chain from above to reclip her wrists and slowly slid the barre against her hips. We pulled her legs apart and clipped her ankles to d-rings. This held her feet on the wedge-shaped footrests, so she was on her toes. This displayed her well-defined calf muscles. I next slid the barre back a bit further, until she couldn’t help but bend at the waist. Now with some of her weight supported by her arms, and her thighs securely spread, Gretta’s glorious breasts were available to play with, and her needy pussy was exposed for fucking. I was going to help her satiate that unquenchable sexual thirst, that need she had to get her pussy filled. As Gretta’s wild eyes surveyed the room for horny men, I knew she was in heaven.

The gallery was getting antsy. Many of the couples were openly groping and making out. Joc was impatient, too. He stripped out of his clothes while I delivered another tantalizing ten whacks to Anna’s ass. By the time I was done, Joc was ready to take my place with his erect cock. Joc is a well-endowed man. He has been with Gretta before, and she has told me about his skill. I watched him take his time and smack her ass with his very hard erection. We all watched impatiently as he rubbed it across her slit to get it nicely lubricated. I watched Gretta’s eyes close as she savored Joc’s slow, deliberate penetration. He was going to work sis Gretta into a frenzy.

Knowing Gretta was in good hands, I returned to Anna. It was my turn for a bit of fun. Anna had been watching us and trying to squirm herself up on the table, to further enjoy the vibrating wand. Of course, her restraints prevented that from happening. I caressed her cheek, and we shared knowing smiles.

I told Anna, “You look so incredibly sexy. Let me take care of you.”

“God, yes! I can’t wait any longer.” Her needy eyes drew me in for a heated kiss.

I dropped my apron to finally expose my hard cock. Anna lightly bit her lower lip. “I can’t help it. I need it. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

I kissed her again while pushing the Doxy vibrator aside. I palmed her mons and slid two fingers between her folds. She shuddered and panted, “Seriously?”

I thought, “Who am I to keep a good woman waiting?” so I walked around between her spread thighs. Her wet opening was ready and eager to be filled by my cock.

Anna moaned wantonly as I slowly slid into her soft, wet entrance. I slow fucked her with shallow strokes that I knew rubbed the ridge of my cock across her G-spot. I was soon rewarded by her first orgasm. She bucked as best as she could to get me deeper, and I thoroughly enjoyed seeing her breasts bounce through the seismic shocks.

As she finished, I continued to fuck her slick pussy. My cock was throbbing with a mind of its own, convincing me to go deeper. She was so tight and so hot. I held...