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Fistbump (a Pinecest story)	By : Edward_or_Ford Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 13065 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Stan noticed the change in their behavior. He’d have to have been an idiot to miss it. The guilty-looking meetup outside the bathroom on Sunday. The long field trips in the days since. Going to bed early each night. Locking eyes and smiling at each other all the time. And just getting along in every way even better than they had before (which was already unnaturally good).
These kids were smart, but apparently they were like most kids: they thought adults were stupid. It was obvious they were experimenting sexually with one another.
Stan had a hidden sensitive side for the twins, but he figured “gruff” would work better for this talk. He had to scare these two now, or they’d get into real trouble when they returned home to their parents and got caught.
Friday evening, after closing the door to business and sending Soos and Wendy home, Stan called Dipper and Mabel into the living room.
“Sit down, you two,” he ordered. “We need to talk!”
Mabel looked nervously at Dipper. Dipper was still working on standing up to his uncle, so he stoically stared back at him. Stan regarded him, silently approved of his toughness, then ploughed ahead.
“You want to tell me what you’ve been doing this week? And what you were probably doing in Portland?” he asked bluntly. Dipper’s eyes widened, and Mabel couldn’t meet his gaze. Neither sibling volunteered to speak.
Stan continued, “Look, I actually don’t know exactly what you’ve been doing, but you’re messing around with each other. Getting way closer than a brother and sister ought to. You think you’re not being obvious, but you’re wrong!” He let that sink in, watching their panic rise. Their silence spoke volumes. If it had not been true, they would certainly have forcefully objected to his innuendo.
After another moment of no response, Stan said, “I can just keep guessing increasingly uncomfortable questions! And you can bet your parents will notice too, and have the same questions!” This suggestion raised the alarm of the kids even higher. Mabel looked like she wanted to cry.
“Or,” Stan paused, “you too can just tell me you’re going to stop this right now, and that it will never happen again!”
Stan had hoped that he could just nip this in the bud, and end their playing around there and then. Make them see that it would be wise to not play with this particular fire. Give them a good scare, a chance to move on without getting punished, and they’ll concern themselves with more normal teenage issues.
Unfortunately, he had no idea how deep Dipper and Mabel were in, until now. Stan saw instantly on their faces that the idea that they stop doing anything with each other was downright horrifying for both of them. They grabbed each other’s hands. The idea sounded even worse to them than their parents finding out!
Son of a bitch! He knew exactly what the issue was.
Stan groaned loudly, turning away in frustration. The kids were too petrified to move. Their uncle turned back towards them. “You might as well fess up to me. I know what your problem is! No point in denying it.”
“Wh … What?” stammered Dipper.
“That you’re in love with each other?” shot back Stan.
The twins’ grip on each other’s hands grew even tighter. They said nothing.
“Yeah,” Stan sighed. “That’s what I thought.”

Grunkle Stan finally got the kids talking. He was very uncomfortable with the fact that his niece and nephew were in an underage, incestuous relationship, but he knew they obviously weren’t handling it well on their own, and they needed him. He told them how important it was to discuss this, and he offered to help them determine what they needed to do going forward. The twins eventually agreed that they could trust their great uncle. After the last summer, Dipper’s feelings of betrayal by Stan had been long forgiven. The Pines family stayed up late that evening.
They all agreed that they knew the twins’ parents would not be accepting of this development. Letting them figure it out, like Stan did, would be a recipe for an explosion. Their parents were fully capable of forcibly keeping the twins apart, sending one off to boarding school if necessary. Mabel and Dipper both couldn’t bear risking this fate.
And even if their parents had been willing to accept their relationship, no one else would. If their love became known, they would be shunned by their friends at school, and juicy targets for bullies. No social club would have them. Adults would be judgemental or cruel. And they couldn’t imagine what would happen if the church their parents took them to found out.
Mabel suggested that they could just be more careful, to not let anyone find out. But Dipper pointed out that they thought they were being careful in the past week, and that they would have vastly less room for mistakes in California: there was not wilderness to go to for private field trips, there were people they knew (and those that knew their parents) all around, and they didn’t share the same room in their house like they did at the Shack. Mabel admitted that spending a lot of extra time together in private would be very suspicious. They would surely get caught.
As much as it pained them, they concluded that the twins had to do exactly what Stan had told them they must.
They had to stop.

It was very late when bags were finished being packed and by the door for the morning’s trip to the bus station.
Grunkle Stan chose to look the other way as the twins sadly took each other’s hands and walked up the stairs to the attic. He couldn’t begrudge them one last night together.
Their lovemaking that night was long and slow, full of cries and tears of both ecstasy and sorrow. Neither of them wanted it to end. Mabel stayed in Dipper’s single bed, and when they finally fell asleep, they were huddled together in each other’s arms.

The bus ride required a transfer, and it would be late Saturday evening before the kids would be home.
Dipper and Mabel had time to talk about their feelings, about how their love would survive this test, about how they would wait for each other until they were eighteen, and about how then they could run away to be together. It sounded good, neither admitting that they both knew it was unlikely to turn out that way.
They mostly just spent the trip holding hands, kissing, and gazing at one another. It was young love, the first time for each of them. Precious for both, forbidden by everyone else.
They did make one practical plan. They knew that they may have to be able to carry on as just brother and sister in front of everyone, but they had to have a way to let each other know how they were feeling inside. A way that no one would think unusual. A secret way to say “I love you.”

Their parents met them at the Oakland bus transit station. There were lots of hugs, mussed hair, height checks, and exclamations of missing one another.
On their arrival at their house, it was well after midnight, and everyone was tired. Bags were dumped, and everyone just headed for their rooms.
Dipper opened the door to his room, Mabel to hers. They were directly across the hall from one another. They looked each other in the eye.
“G’Night, Mabel,” Dipper said, with a small, fond smile.
“Night, Dipper,” Mabel replied, unable to mask a catch in her voice.
They bumped their fists, and held it for a second.
Then, sadly, they backed into their rooms, and closed their doors.

The End
Hope you enjoyed this, this is my first attempt at fan fiction.
I'm going to ask that if you want to review the story, please do not "give away" the sad ending. I tried to foreshadow the possibility of everything not working out as they would want, but still I wanted the conclusion of the story to be a bit of a kick in the balls. I'm hoping that not knowing will make the impact to the reader all the greater. Thanks.
At the request of one reviewer, I have taken the time to edit the formatting. Hope it reads better now.
I have some ideas for a sequel, but don't ask (I have no idea when I'll be able to sit down and write it).
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