Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Depravity Falls	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 15965 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls or its characters. I made no money from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Chapter 10: Sibs Sitting Sibs
“Mabel,” a voice murmured in her ear.
“Go ‘way…Hooty…” the sleeping Mabel mumbled. “Got a…Potions test…tomorrow…”
“Mabel!” the voice repeated, and now a hand was shaking her by the shoulder.
Mabel opened her eyes and saw the bedside clock, which read 3:07 AM. Then she looked up and saw her brother.
“Dipper,” Mabel whined groggily, “what the heck? Either the house’d better be on fire, or you’d better be seriously horny.”
“Mabel, I just realized something. Remember what McGucket said about how the maps might be more than just maps? Well, that made me think: What if the three maps give you more information when you put them together? So I tried this.”
He laid the first map on his bed, then put the second, translucent one on top of it, and then the third. Mabel’s sleepy eyes went wide when she saw that the disparate clusters of symbols on each map now lined up to form several solid blocks of what was obviously coded text.
“A secret message?” Mabel gasped. “Of course! If I wanted to make a diary that was really, really secret, writing it in code and scattering the pages around town would be a good way to do it. ‘Cause then, even if someone found one of the pages and cracked the code, one page wouldn’t be enough for them to figure out whose diary it is. Or to read any of my juicy secrets.” She winked at Dipper as she added, “And I’ve got a lot of juicy secrets.”
“Huh. You might be right,” Dipper replied. “I mean, you might be right about the diary thing; you’re definitely right about the juicy-secrets thing.”
Mabel giggled. But Dipper didn’t join her; instead, he was gradually raising his hand to point at her.
“Hey,” he said, “you know what else was a secret? Great Uncle Ford’s lab. Which has a computer that he used for encoding and decoding stuff! I mean, it’s super-old, but so is this message. I’m gonna run downstairs and scan the message so the computer can get started on it.”
“Perfect,” Mabel replied. “And I’m gonna go back to sleep. Although I kinda hope I’m not gonna keep dreaming about the creepy bird-tube.”
“Bird-tube?”
“Yeah, I don’t get it, either.”
***
That morning, as the twins got ready to go downstairs for breakfast, a somewhat bleary-eyed Dipper reported to Mabel that he had set Great Uncle Ford’s computer to work on the code, but there were no results as of yet.
“Like I said,” Dipper explained, “that computer’s really old. It could take weeks to crack the code. Or it could happen ten minutes from now.”
“Bro-Bro,” Mabel replied, “I can tell you’re getting ready to drive yourself crazy with this. But I’ve got something to keep your mind off it.”
Dipper looked at her with interest. “Are we talking about some fun new sex thing?”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure we are,” Mabel replied. “Because tonight, we’re babysitting Walt and Retta!”
Dipper’s brow furrowed. “When did you arrange that?”
“Professor…Doctor…Mrs…Their mom called me a few minutes ago.”
“And you didn’t consult me about this because…?”
“You were in the basement, and there’s no cell reception down there. Plus, I knew you’d wanna do it. You love those kids; it’s obvious.”
“Yeah, it’s true,” Dipper admitted. “But what’s the sex thing? Are we gonna do it at the Balzacs’ house after the kids fall asleep?”
“Actually,” Mabel replied with a wink, “that’s not even close to what I was thinking.”
Dipper leaned forward as though to study the look on Mabel’s face as he said, “Wait. Do you mean that you want us to…mess around…with the kids?”
Mabel smiled. “We’re brother and sister, and we’re having so much fun together. And I just know Walt and Retta would, too, if we showed them how. Even though they’re younger.”
In her naughtiest tone, Mabel added, “Besides, after you told me about your fantasy about five-year-old Wendy, I’ve been kinda curious to see what you’d do with a real live little girl. And what I could do with a little boy.”
“Wow,” Dipper said. “I…wow.”
“So, you wanna do it?”
Dipper took a deep breath and let it out.
“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I do. But…do you think you can seduce kids that young?”
“I think I could seduce a goat if I wanted to,” Mabel replied.
***
It was 6:30 on Friday evening when Mabel and Dipper walked up the driveway of the Balzacs’ summer home. The Doctors Balzac had described it as a “cabin,” but the house was a two-story affair with a bay window in the front and a second-floor deck with a picnic table and a barbecue grill.
“Huh,” Dipper said. “We actually found our way here without GPS.”
Mabel looked at him smugly. “Who needs maps when you’ve got Mabel?”
Dipper looked stunned for a moment, and Mabel wondered if he’d somehow misunderstood her brag. Then he exclaimed, “Ohmigosh! I’m an idiot!”
“There was a time when I would have taken that and run with it, but right now I just want to know why you’re saying it.”
“I got so excited about finding the code,” Dipper replied, “that I never even thought to look at the third map as a map. What if it leads to something important? Something that would give us all the answers?”
“You’ve got a point there,” Mabel said. “But right now—and I’m not sure any girl has ever said this to a guy in, like, history—I need you to think with the little head and not the big one. Let’s just get in there and have crazy sexy fun, and we can do the whole map thing tomorrow.”
Dipper gave her a weak smile. “Well, if you insist on crazy sexy fun…”
They walked up to the front door and rang the bell. Moments later, Walt and Retta’s mom opened the door, dressed in a medium-length black dress and simple pearls.
“Well, hello there, kids!” the woman said. “You’re right on time. And I just love your sweater,” she added, pointing at Mabel’s sunset-themed sweater.
“Hey there, Mrs. Doctor Balzac!” Mabel replied. “Or is it Mrs. Professor Balzac, or…?”
“We don’t know a lot of parents with advanced degrees,” Dipper added apologetically.
“Just call us Dr. Jill and Dr. Bob,” the woman replied. “Now come on in.”
The twins followed Dr. Jill inside. Then the woman looked up the staircase and called, “Kids, your sitters are here!”
The two children sounded like an avalanche as they charged down the wooden stairs. Retta pulled to a stop in front of Mabel, wearing sandals and a colorful tie-dyed dress that Retta clearly had chosen to please the older girl. Walt stopped right behind Retta; he had on a brown T-shirt and khaki shorts, which Mabel guessed were meant to give him an explorer vibe that would impress Dipper.
“Hi Mabel! Hi Dipper!” the kids shouted.
“Hey guys!” Mabel replied, sweeping both siblings into a big hug. “It’s great to see you. We’re gonna have so much fun tonight!”
“Hey, you two,” Dipper said amiably as he put a hand on each child’s shoulder.
“Hello there, Mabel, Dipper,” Dr. Bob said, descending the stairs in a tweed suit jacket and a bow tie that he was trying to tie as he walked. “I know we’re paying you, but we still really appreciate you kids giving up your Friday night to do this.”
“The two of us haven’t had a date night since we got to town,” Dr. Jill added
“It’s no problem at all,” Mabel replied. Grabbing Walt and giving him a noogie on the top of his head, she added, “We love hanging out with these little delinquents!” Walt giggled.
“So what are you all going to do tonight?” Dr Bob asked.
Dipper unslung his tan-colored backpack and patted it as he asked the kids, “Do you guys like Duck-tective? Because I’ve got the whole first season on tape.”
Mabel remembered Dipper asking the kids if their rental house had a VHS player. Walt had replied that it did, “because this is the town that time forgot.”
Not to be outdone, Mabel unzipped her hot-pink backpack as she shouted, “And I’ve got drawing paper, and markers in every color and fruit smell!”
Mabel emptied the backpack onto the dining room table. Drawing pads and colorful markers tumbled out—along with Dee’s statuette, which Mabel had somehow forgotten was in there.
“What a fascinating artifact,” Dr. Jill said, coming over to the table. “Mabel, is this yours? It looks ancient.”
“Um…” Mabel began.
Dr. Jill picked up the figurine and inspected it, then handed it to her husband. “I’d say Babylonian,” she said. “Maybe even older.”
“Sumerian, perhaps?” Dr. Bob replied, peering at the statuette.
“Who’s Sue Mary Ann?” Mabel asked.
“Sumer was an ancient civilization in the Middle East,” Dr. Jill replied. “Long before the Egyptians.”
“Where did you get this, Mabel?” Dr. Bob asked.
Fortunately, not long after Dee had become able to shrink, she’d urged Mabel to come up with a lie in case anyone—Dipper included—ever happened to see the statuette.
“There’s an old storeroom at the Mystery Shack where Grunkle Stan keeps stuff he might want to put on display some time,” Mabel replied. “I found this little statue in there and decided to keep it as a good luck charm, at least for the summer.”
“Would you mind bringing it back here sometime?” Dr. Bob asked. “We’d love to take a closer look at it.”
This was a question Mabel did not already have an answer for. “Um, sure, I guess. If I get a chance.”
“Wonderful!” Dr. Jill said. Then she turned to her husband. “Ready to go, dear?”
Dr. Bob finished tying his bow tie and said, “Ready!” Then he looked at Mabel and Dipper. “We’re off to dinner, and then the symphony.”
“There’s a symphony in Gravity Falls?” Mabel asked. Her mind flashed on an image of Old Man McGucket playing the spoons, perhaps accompanied by Bud Gleeful on piano.
“The Portland Philharmonic is performing in Beaverton tonight,” Dr. Jill replied. “It’s a bit of a drive, so we won’t be back until eleven or so.”
Perfect! Mabel thought.
“By which time,” Dr. Bob said to the kids, “you two had better be sound asleep and dreaming about your bright futures.”
“Yes, Dad,” the kids said in dreary unison.
“All right then,” said Dr. Jill. “Dipper and Mabel, call us if you have any problems.”
“Will do, Dr. J!” Mabel said, snapping the woman a salute.
“Have fun, everyone!” Dr. Bob added. Then he took Dr. Jill’s arm and escorted her out the door.
Mabel and Dipper made some popcorn, and they all settled down in front of the TV to watch the first episode of Duck-tective. Mabel didn’t want to start the naughty stuff right away and then be surprised when the kids’ parents came back because Dr. Bob forgot his wallet or something.
Walt and Retta seemed to like the show, but they also seemed a bit antsy, like they wanted to do something more active. Which was just fine with Mabel.
“So, you guys,” Mabel said as the credits rolled, “wanna play a really cool game?”
“Yeah!” the kids replied excitedly.
After Dipper turned off the TV, Mabel said, “Dipper, why don’t you tell them how to play?”
“The game,” Dipper said, “is called Love Dice.”
Mabel and Dipper had invented the game that afternoon as a way of easing the kids into erotic activities. Dipper had wanted to call the game “Love Die,” since they would only be rolling one of them, but Mabel convinced him that “die” didn’t send the right message.
“Now,” Dipper continued, “this is a big-kid game, and it’s not approved by Standards and Practices, if you know what I mean. You guys think you can handle that?”
“Yes!” Retta replied.
“Totally!” Walt exclaimed.
“Okay then,” Dipper said. “Come sit down in a circle.”
They all sat down on the living room rug. Then Dipper reached into his bag and pulled out a four-sided die borrowed from his Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons set.
“We each get a number,” Dipper said. He went around the circle pointing serially at Retta, Mabel, Walt, and himself as he counted, “One, two, three, four. Then we take turns rolling this die. Whichever person’s number you roll, you get to decide whether you want to touch them, kiss them, or take off one piece of their clothing.”
“Wow,” Walt murmured.
“But,” Mabel said, “the other person gets to decide where you touch or kiss them, or which piece of clothing you’ll take off them.”
“What if I roll a one?” Retta asked.
“If you roll your own number,” Dipper replied, “then you get to choose which person to touch, kiss, or take clothing off of.”
“You guys ready?” Mabel asked.
“Yeah!” the kids answered.
“Okay,” Dipper replied. “Retta, you’re number one, so you roll first.” He handed her the die.
Retta rolled a two—Mabel’s number. Mabel grinned at her.
“Touch, kiss, or take off?” Mabel asked.
“Um, touch,” Retta replied.
“Then you can touch my hand,” Mabel said, wanting to start slow. She extended her hand to Retta, who gave the back of it a little stroke with her finger.
“Now,” Dipper said to Retta, “you pass the die to Mabel.”
Mabel accepted the die and rolled it. She rolled a four—Dipper’s number.
“Hmm,” she said. “I choose…take off.”
They had all removed their shoes before they settled down to watch TV. So Dipper replied, “Then you can take off my sock” and extended his foot toward her. Mabel peeled off his white sock and was glad that they had both showered shortly before they came to the Balzac house.
Mabel passed the die to Walt. He rolled a three, his own number.
“Um,” the boy said, “I choose, uh, Mabel.”
“Okay, then,” Mabel said to him with a smile. “Touch, kiss, or take off?”
“Um, well…” the boy began, his face reddening.
Dipper leaned over and whispered something in Walt’s ear. Then Walt said, “Uh, kiss.”
Mabel leaned toward him and said, “Then you can kiss my…cheek,” she finished, presenting her cheek to him. Walt leaned forward and kissed her there.
“My turn,” Dipper said. He rolled a three and took off one of Walt’s socks. Then Retta rolled a three, as well, and took off her brother’s other sock.
Mabel rolled Dipper’s number. Mabel thought it was time to escalate things a little, so she said, “Kiss.”
“Then you,” Dipper replied, “can kiss me on the lips.”
They leaned in and kissed—not too raunchily, but definitely not in a brother-sister way, either. Mabel heard Retta gasp faintly.
Walt then rolled Retta’s number. “Take off,” he said, so Retta leaned forward and let him take off her hair clip.
Dipper rolled Retta’s number, too. He gave her a sly smile and said, “Kiss.”
The girl’s face went pink as she stammered, “Um, uh…”
Mabel saw Retta glance at her, and Mabel knew what the girl was thinking: that she wanted to be like Mabel, and that she could do that by kissing Dipper the way Mabel had kissed him. What was more, Mabel could sense Retta’s excitement at the thought of kissing Dipper that way. The pink in Retta’s face darkened.
“My, my lips,” she said.
Dipper put an arm around Retta, pulled her close, and kissed her gently on the lips. The kiss lasted several seconds, and by the time Dipper pulled his face away from Retta’s, the girl’s blush had deepened again, from pink to red.
Retta then rolled Mabel’s number and chose “take off.” But instead of choosing one of her frilly pink socks, Mabel said, “You can take off my sweater.”
Retta stood up, and Mabel raised her arms in the air, allowing the younger girl to take off Mabel’s sunset-decorated sweater. Underneath, Mabel was wearing a pale-green tank top that left her bra’s shoulder straps uncovered. Mabel was pleased to notice Walt staring for a moment before catching himself and trying to play it cool.
Seeing Walt look at her that way began to stir up Mabel’s lust. As she took the die from Retta, Mabel tried to project that feeling outward. It wasn’t nearly as strong as the feeling she’d broadcast out into the world to draw Gompers to her, but she didn’t want to overwhelm the kids right off the bat, especially with feelings they probably weren’t too familiar with at this point in their lives.
Mabel rolled her own number, chose Dipper, and took off his other sock. Then Walt rolled Dipper’s number and, after a whispered hint from Mabel, chose, “Take off.” Dipper let the boy take off Dipper’s pine-tree baseball cap.
“Aww, I was hoping for some shirtless Dipper,” Mabel said.
“Taking my shirt off would knock the hat off,” Dipper replied smugly, “and I’m not giving you guys any freebies.”
Dipper rolled his own number, chose Mabel, and said, “Take off.”
“No freebies for you, either,” Mabel replied, extending her left foot and letting her brother peel off her pink sock.
Retta rolled Mabel’s number and said, “Um, uh, take off, I guess.” Mabel let the girl take her other sock.
Walt rolled Retta’s number. Apparently, he felt inspired by what he’d seen the Pines twins do a few turns earlier, because he said, “Kiss.”
“You, you can…kiss my lips,” Retta replied.
Their kiss wasn’t as long-lasting as Dipper and Retta’s, but it was very not-sibling-appropriate, which excited Mabel. As did the increasingly strong feelings she was perceiving from both kids. This was actually working.
Dipper rolled Mabel’s number this time. “Take off,” he said with a smirk.
“You know,” Mabel replied teasingly, “I’m starting to feel a little picked on, here.”
“Well, you’re wearing the most clothes,” Dipper said.
“Fine. You can take off my top.”
Mabel raised her arms and leaned forward, and Dipper scooched up to her to pull her tank top off. Mabel had chosen to wear a simple white bra tonight, but she’d used red fabric paint to make little floral designs along the top of the cups. Although when she caught Walt staring at her chest, she knew it wasn’t because of her skill with a fine-tipped paintbrush.
Retta’s turn came next. Retta, too, rolled Mabel’s number.
“Um, uh, take off,” the girl said.
“Okay, now I’m really feeling picked on,” Mabel said, albeit with a smile. Then she stood up. “I guess you’ll have to take off my skirt, then.”
Retta undid the button on Mabel’s skirt and pulled the skirt down. Beneath it, Mabel was wearing fire-engine-red panties that weren’t too racy but certainly weren’t granny-panties, either, given that they were pretty narrow in the back—which Mabel showed everyone by twirling around once before she sat back down. Walt looked mesmerized for a long moment before snapping out of it.
Mabel took the die and rolled her own number. She turned to her brother.
“All right, Dipper, take off. Time to lose that T-shirt.”
“Oh yeah?” Dipper replied. “Well, just to spite you, I’m gonna make you take off my shorts instead.”
Mabel grinned at him. “I don’t think you get how spite works. Now stand up.”
Dipper stood, and Mabel undid the button of his fly and pulled the zipper down. Then, slowly, she pulled down his shorts—revealing the black silk boxers he’d bought to wear for Mabel.
“Wow, fancy underwear,” Retta said.
“Those look cool,” said Walt.
Dipper sat back down, and Walt took the die from Mabel and rolled it. He rolled Retta’s number.
“Um, touch,” he said.
Mabel leaned over and whispered something in Retta’s ear. The girl gasped, but Mabel knew it wasn’t from surprise.
“You, you can touch my…chest,” the girl said.
She and Walt met in the middle of the circle. Retta’s dress was just plain cotton, and the girl clearly wasn’t wearing anything underneath, because the outline of her small nipples was visible through it. Mabel wondered if this was the first time the little girl had ever been horny enough for her nipples to get hard. Mabel also noticed how Walt’s eyes seemed to zero in on them.
The boy reached forward and put both palms on Retta’s chest. Then he moved them slowly up and down, right over the girl’s erect nipples. Retta made a tiny whimper, and Mabel could see a bulge forming in Walt’s pants.
Dipper rolled next and got his own number. He smiled eagerly and turned to Retta.
“Take off,” he said.
Retta looked at Dipper like a deer in the headlights. The girl only had two pieces of clothing on.
“Y- You can…You can take off…my dress.”
Dipper and Retta stood up, and Dipper said, “Arms up.”
The girl raised her arms, and Dipper pulled her dress over her head and off, leaving Retta in just her little pink underpants. Retta, turning red all over, quickly sat back down, but that did nothing to conceal her pale, bare chest and pointed little nipples.
Retta rolled next and got Mabel’s number.
“Um, uh, touch,” she said.
Mabel gave the girl a naughty smile, then stood up and turned around as she said, “You can touch my butt.”
Retta reached up and put her hand on Mabel’s panty-clad ass. Then she slowly ran her hand up and down the curve of it. Mabel, looking back at her, saw that Retta seemed intrigued by the shape of Mabel’s backside, it being a bit curvier than Retta’s own. But when Retta noticed Mabel looking at her, the younger girl snatched her hand away and quickly handed Mabel the die.
Mabel rolled Walt, then grinned at the boy and said, “Take off.”
The boy let Mabel pull off his shirt. His torso was that of a child, not much different from Retta’s, but to Mabel, his boyish appearance merely accentuated the fact of his youth, and therefore of what a huge pervert Mabel was for playing this game with him. She liked that.
Walt rolled his die next and got Dipper’s number. Clearly, Walt didn’t want to be the only shirtless boy in the room, because he chose “Take off.” Dipper let the boy pull his T-shirt off.
Dipper rolled Mabel’s number. He leered at her and said, “Take off.”
Folding her arms across her chest, Mabel said with mock disapproval, “Oh, Dipper, do you really want me to show these sweet, innocent children my boobs?”
Mabel smiled inwardly as she watched Walt squirm, no doubt trying to adjust his sitting position in a way that would make the raging hardon in his pants less conspicuous, or less uncomfortable. It was adorable.
“I think they need to see your boobs,” Dipper replied. “For educational purposes. Don’t you think so, Walt?”
The boy’s eyes were enormous as he stammered, “Y- Y- Yeah.”
“Well, if it’s educational…” Mabel said with a grin.
She reached back and undid the clasp of her bra, then pulled it off, showing everyone her bare breasts. Walt gaped, and even Retta gasped.
“Wowwwww,” Walt murmured.
“They’re so pretty,” Retta said breathlessly.
“Why, thank you, Walt, Retta,” Mabel replied. “Oh, and Retta, it’s your turn to roll.”
The girl tore her eyes away from Mabel, accepted the die from Dipper, and rolled it. When her own number came up, Mabel could sense a thrill of lust go through the girl.
“Dipper,” she said eagerly, “take off.”
Dipper raised his arms and said, “Then my T-shirt is yours.”
Retta got up and pulled Dipper’s shirt off. Mabel noticed how hard the girl looked at Dipper’s naked torso before she sat down again.
“My turn!” the topless Mabel called.
She took the die from Retta and shook it around in her closed hand, making her boobs jiggle. Walt looked like his jaw might drop straight off his face. She rolled Walt’s number.
“You know, Walt,” Mabel said slyly, “I can’t help but notice that of the four of us, you have the most clothes on. So, take off.”
“You can…take off…my shorts,” the boy managed.
“Then you’ll have to stand up,” Mabel replied.
The boy stood, and Mabel came around behind him and squatted down a bit. Gratuitously, she pressed her bare breasts against the boy’s back as she reached around to undo the buttons of his fly and then slowly pull his shorts down, revealing the boy’s tighty-whiteys.
Mabel sat down again, as did the now dazed-looking Walt. Mabel handed him the die, which he rolled. He gasped when Mabel’s number came up. Then he looked at her as though in a trance.
“Touch,” he breathed.
“Oh, yeah?” Mabel said, scooching closer to Walt. “Then you can touch…my boobies.”
Mabel thought she would probably never forget the look on Walt’s face at that moment: eager, horny, and scared all at once. Only slowly did he reach out with his hands until they finally alit on Mabel’s breasts.
“Whooaaaaa…” he said as he gave them the gentlest squeeze. “They’re so soft…”
“I like the way your hands feel on them,” Mabel replied. She didn’t add that this was chiefly because the sensation of kid-sized hands on her tits made her feel ever so perverted.
Mabel let Walt feel her up for nearly a minute, and she would have let him go longer if Dipper hadn’t snatched up the die and said, “My turn.”
He rolled his own number. He grinned wickedly and turned to Mabel.
“Take off.”
“Well then,” Mabel replied sexily, as she stood up, “I guess you’re gonna have to take off my panties.”
Dipper remained seated on the floor and simply scooched up in front of Mabel. He grasped the waistband of her red panties and slowly pulled them down.
“Wow,” Walt murmured.
When her panties reached the floor, Mabel stepped out of them and declared, “Guess I’m the first one to get buck naked!”
After Mabel sat down, she turned to the kids. “Now that I’ve already taken off everything, you can’t pick ‘take off’ anymore when you roll my number. But when you pick ‘touch’ or ‘kiss,’ you get to choose what part you touch or kiss. Or you can pick a part of yourself for me to touch or kiss.”
Dipper handed the die to Retta. She rolled Walt’s number, then looked across at her brother. Mabel could feel the need in her and knew what she would choose.
“Take off,” she said.
Walt took a deep breath and let it out fast. Then he stood up, and his face flushed red—no doubt because of the way his erection was making a Gideon-style revival tent in his briefs.
“Y- You- You can…take off my underwear,” the boy managed to say.
Mabel’s eyes were glued to Walt as Retta came over to him and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her brother’s white jockeys. But she didn’t do it slowly like Dipper had with Mabel’s panties; rather, she yanked Walt’s underwear down to his knees, then gaped at the sight of his erect cock springing free. Walt went beet-red.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Walt,” Mabel said. “Your cock looks awesome!” She grinned at him and added, “I hope I’m about to roll your number.”
Walt sat back down, his face still red, and Mabel took the die. She rolled Retta’s number.
“Well,” she said, “it would be nice not to be the only naked girl in the room. Retta, take off.”
The girl’s voice was a squeak as she replied, “You can take off my undies.”
She stood up, and Mabel pulled Retta’s pink panties down, revealing the girl’s puffy, hairless sex.
It’s so cute! Mabel thought. Gosh, was my little bald pussy that cute when I was Retta’s age? I should have showed it to Dipper more often back then; maybe he’d have told me.
“Very nice, Retta,” Mabel said, smiling at the girl.
“Very nice,” added Dipper, who was obviously checking out the young girl’s petite ass.
Now, it was Walt’s turn to roll. He got Retta’s number, and Mabel saw the boy’s hard cock twitch in his lap.
“I- I- Um, touch,” he said.
“Remember,” Mabel said, “now that Retta’s naked, you get to decide which part of her you want to touch.”
Still looking at his nude sister, Walt said, “I wanna touch…your…butt.”
Retta came over to Walt on all fours and turned sideways to him. Walt reached out and ran his hand slowly over one of her little bottom-cheeks and then the other. On the second stroke, Walt’s fingertips grazed Retta’s pussy, making the girl gasp.
“My turn,” Dipper said, picking up the die.
He rolled Retta’s number, then smiled at her.
“Touch,” he said. “And the part I want to touch is your nipples. While you sit in my lap.”
Retta hesitated for a moment, perhaps because she was uncertain as to whether the rules allowed Dipper that much control over her. But Mabel could feel the moment when Retta realized that she didn’t care nearly as much about the rules as she did about Dipper touching her body with his teenage hands.
So Retta stood up, then sat back down on Dipper’s lap. Mabel saw the look on the girl’s face when she realized that Dipper’s cock was hard inside his underwear, and now it nestled between her little buns, with nothing between it and her ass but a thin layer of black silk.
Dipper reached his hands around Retta and found her two small, stiff nipples. Mabel had to believe that they were literally aching for Dipper’s touch. Retta gasped when Dipper rubbed them gently with his fingertips. The girl closed her eyes, and soon she was breathing harder as Dipper toyed with her little pink peaks.
Finally, Dipper dropped his hands and said, “That was fun. You’ve got nice little nips, Retta.”
Retta, panting, got off Dipper’s lap and moved back to her spot on the floor. Then Dipper handed her the die. The girl rolled her own number, then turned to Dipper.
“Take off,” she said soberly.
“Well then,” Dipper replied, “I guess you can take off my boxers.”
He moved directly in front of the sitting Retta. When the girl pulled down his black silk boxers, she took it slower than she had with Walt. The waistband pulled Dipper’s hard cock down with it, and when it came free, Dipper’s cock practically sprang up into Retta’s face.
“Isn’t it nice, Retta?” Mabel said.
The girl couldn’t take her eyes off Dipper’s member as she absently replied, “Really nice…”
“Okay,” Mabel said, “now that we’re all naked, it’s time for a new game. Dipper and I are gonna show Retta some fun things to do with a boy’s cock, and then Retta’s gonna try them with Walt.” Mabel glanced at Walt and added, “Don’t worry, this is gonna be super-fun for you, too.”
“Okay,” the boy replied eagerly.
“Show us, Mabel!” Retta cried
Wow, Mabel thought. I can seduce guys, girls, goats, and now I just need a word for “little kids” that starts with G!
Mabel and Dipper had talked about what they would do at this point. So Mabel didn’t have to say anything to Dipper; he just stood up, and he and Mabel positioned themselves so that Dipper was standing in front of the seated Mabel and both of them were sideways to Walt and Retta.
“Now, Retta,” Mabel said, “let me show you a trick.”
Mabel gently took hold of Dipper’s hard cock, then started slowly moving her hand up and down it, jerking her brother off.
“A boy’s dick is like a control stick,” Mabel said to Retta. “You can use it to make him feel good. Why don’t you and Walt give it a try?”
Mabel would have been hard pressed to say which of the kids looked more excited by this idea. Walt practically leaped to his feet, and Retta scooted directly in front of him and grabbed her brother’s cock hard. Walt grimaced.
“Be gentle, Retta!” Mabel said. “Like I said, a cock is like a control stick. If you’re too rough with it, you’ll crash the plane. Just do what I’m doing.”
Retta watched Mabel for several seconds. Then she gently grasped Walt’s cock and began stroking it in the same slow rhythm Mabel was using with Dipper.
“Am I doing it right?” Retta asked Mabel.
“You’ll have to ask Walt,” Mabel replied.
Retta turned to her brother. “Is- Is it okay?”
“Wow, Ret,” Walt breathed. He looked at Retta and gasped, “You’re doing it better than I do! I mean, not like I do it a lot, but-”
“Walt,” Mabel said, wanting to keep the boy calm, “just relax and let Retta make you feel good.”
For the next couple of minutes, Mabel continued to slowly jerk Dipper off while listening to the little sounds that Walt was making in response to Retta’s attentions. But much as Mabel was enjoying that, she was also excited to move things along.
“Now,” she said, “let’s switch partners. Retta, you rub Dipper’s cock, and I’ll rub Walt’s.”
The two girls switched places, and Mabel wasn’t sure she’d ever seen a boy look more excited than Walt did when she wrapped her soft hand around his shaft and started moving it up and down.
“I guess you like that, huh?” Mabel asked teasingly.
“Oh yeah,” Walt replied in a sharp exhale.
“Wanna touch my boobs some more while I do it?”
“I- I- Yes!”
Walt put both hands on her breasts and started squeezing them eagerly.
“Hey Walt,” Dipper said, turning from Retta, whom he’d been instructing in the finer points of giving a boy a handjob. “Try doing it like this.”
Dipper put both hands on Retta’s bare chest and used just the tips of his thumbs to rub her small, erect nipples. Retta closed her eyes and moaned faintly.
Mabel looked down at her chest as Walt moved his thumbs onto her nipples. Hers were twice the size of Retta’s, which Mabel figured would make this easier for Walt. The boy began circling his thumbs around them, and Mabel smiled at him.
“There you go,” she said. “Keep doing that.” Then she turned to Retta, who had let go of Dipper’s member when the boy started teasing her nipples.
“Retta,” Mabel said, “don’t forget to keep rubbing Dipper’s cock. This is about giving pleasure and getting it at the same time.”
“O- Okay,” the girl stammered, then put her hand back on Dipper’s member and resumed slowly jacking it.
They kept this up for a couple of minutes. Then Mabel switched gears and instructed Walt in the basics of fingering a girl’s clitoris, which Walt clearly found fascinating. At the same time, Dipper showed Retta how nice it was to have a boy play with her clit, and soon, he was pushing a finger in and out of her little pussy, too.
I guess she already broke her hymen doing sports, Mabel thought. Or, if she’s like me, riding a pony too hard at Maddie Devereaux’s ninth birthday party.
After a couple more minutes of mutual masturbation, Mabel said, “Okay, now were gonna teach you guys something really fun. Let’s switch partners again so Dipper and I can show you.”
The kids were clearly eager to find out what could possibly be more fun than what they’d already been doing, because it was only a moment before Walt and Retta were sitting on the rug and looking intently at Mabel and Dipper.
“What we’re going to do now,” Dipper said, “is called fucking.”
The kids gasped, and Mabel said, “Yeah, the name is naughty, but you two are gonna love it.”
Mabel got down on all fours and continued, “There are lots of ways to fuck, but we’re gonna do it in the way called ‘doggystyle’ so you can see everything.” As Dipper knelt on the rug behind Mabel, she added, “Come up next to Dipper so you can watch what he’s doing.”
The kids came up on either side of Dipper. Then they watched raptly as Mabel reached back and used two fingers to open her pussy. Mabel felt a thrill knowing that two young children were now seeing every detail of her sex.
“This little hole at the top,” Dipper said, pointing, “is where the boy puts his cock inside the girl. The hole might look small, but it can stretch open wide.”
Dipper positioned his cockhead at Mabel’s entrance. Then, slowly, he pushed in, and Mabel moaned.
“See?” Dipper said, his voice a bit raspy. “I can get my cock all the way inside her. And it feels really good.”
“It feels really good for me, too,” Mabel said.
Mabel and Dipper fucked slowly. Mabel pointed out how she was moving back every time Dipper pushed his hips forward so that his cock would go all the way in her each time. The kids were utterly entranced, but Mabel knew they’d like what was coming next even better.
“Now that you guys know how to do it,” she said, “give it a try. You can do it in front of us so we can help you when you need it.”
For a moment, the kids looked stunned by the very idea. Then, suddenly, Retta dashed to a spot on the rug in front of Mabel and dropped to her hands and knees, putting herself sideways to Mabel and Dipper. And then Walt was scrambling into position behind his sister.
“Walt,” Mabel said as she and Dipper continued fucking slowly, “you saw where the entrance to my pussy is. Retta’s entrance is in the same place. But don’t just jam your cock in there; push it in nice and slow.”
“O- Okay,” the boy replied.
“And Retta,” Mabel said, “spread your pussy open so Walt can see where to put his cock.”
Retta reached back and spread her pussy open with her fingers like Mabel had. Walt took hold of his cock and scootched forward a little on his knees to put his cockhead in place.
“That’s it, Walt,” Dipper said. “Now just ease it in.”
Still holding his cock by the base, Walt pushed his cockhead into Retta’s pussy. Both kids gasped.
“There you go!” Mabel cheered. “Just keep slowly pushing it in.”
Perhaps imitating Dipper, Walt put his hands on Retta’s hips. Then, slowly, he pushed in farther.
“Wowwww…” he murmured, watching the rest of his cock disappear into his sister.
“How’s that feel, Retta?” Mabel asked.
“G- Good,” the girl said.
“Now you can start fucking,” Dipper said. “Just start slow, like Mabel and I are doing.”
Walt started to pump his hips gently, eliciting a little gasp of pleasure from Retta.
“Nice, huh?” Mabel said.
“This feels so good…” Walt murmured.
“Yeah…” Retta replied.
Retta started to move her hips. It took her a few tries to get in sync with Walt, but when she did, Mabel saw smiles on both kids’ faces. She felt a surge of joy at having given them this gift, and then a surge of perverted pride for the same reason.
I can’t believe, she thought, I’m on somebody else’s living room rug, in somebody else’s house, getting fucked by my brother while I watch another brother and sister fuck who haven’t even hit puberty yet. This is gonna earn me a lot of check marks on the ol’ vagenda.
“Guys,” Mabel said, “you’re doing great! And since you’re both obviously super-horny, go ahead and start fucking a little faster.”
“Like this,” Dipper said, and increased the pace of his thrusts a bit. Mabel accelerated her movements to match her brother’s, and Walt and Retta quickly followed suit.
“Yeah…There we go…” Mabel breathed. “Now, you can speed up more whenever you’re both ready to. And if you’re ready but you don’t know if your partner is, just ask.”
Mere seconds later, Walt panted, “Retta…you wanna…go faster?”
“Yeah,” Retta said. “Faster…”
The kids picked up their pace, inspiring Mabel and Dipper to do the same. Mabel could sense that watching these two little kids fuck was as much a turn-on for Dipper as it was for her. And even if she hadn’t been able to sense his lust in her new, psychic-type way, she would have felt it in the eagerness of his thrusts.
“Pretty soon…” Mabel gasped, her voice vibrating a bit from the fucking, “you’re gonna…feel…this feeling… coming up…inside you…getting stronger…and stronger…” She paused for a moment to catch her breath before continuing, “Just let…it come…and you’ll…love it…”
Unprompted by Mabel or each other, the kids started fucking as fast and hard as their young bodies could. Seeing them go all out like that soon had Mabel and Dipper doing the same. But Mabel needed to tell the kids one more thing.
“And…if…you want…to scream…just…scream!”
“Ah!” Walt cried, clutching Retta’s ass. “Ah! AH! AAAAAHHHH!”
“AIIIIIIAAAAAAAAH!” Retta cried out.
Seeing and hearing the two prepubescent siblings bring each other to a climax was all it took to put Mabel over the top. She screamed “YEEEAAAAAHHH!” and her fingers dug into the rug as her body flexed with orgasm, and then Dipper shouted “YAAAH!” and she felt his hot load shoot into her.
Walt and Retta stayed as they were, panting for breath. Only when they opened their eyes and saw Mabel and Dipper lie down on the rug side by side did they do the same.
“Pretty great, huh?” Mabel said to them.
“Yeah,” Retta panted.
“So great,” Walt gasped.
“Well, in that case,” Mabel said, “let’s rest up for a minute, then after a little cleanup, we’ll switch partners and do it again.”
Mabel sensed both Walt and Dipper beginning to become aroused again, no doubt because Walt was eager to try sex with Mabel and because Dipper felt the same regarding Retta. This was good, because Mabel was feeling pretty eager herself, and now she wouldn’t have to wait long for Walt to get good and hard again.
Walt and Retta weren’t as messy as Dipper and Mabel, since Walt wasn’t yet old enough to ejaculate. So Walt got up and grabbed some dishtowels from a kitchen cabinet for the twins to use to clean up. Mabel enjoyed looking at his cute little ass when he walked to the kitchen, and at his bobbing, semi-erect cock when he came back.
Once they had all wiped themselves off, Mabel beckoned Walt over to her. He was standing and she was sitting, so she stood up on her knees to be closer to eye-level with him.
“Before we start with all the other stuff,” she said, “do you want to kiss me? We didn’t get to do that during Love Dice.”
“Yeah,” the boy said breathlessly.
Mabel put her hands on his face and gently pulled it to hers. She didn’t try anything fancy; she just pressed her lips to his and held his naked body close. By the end of the kiss, she could feel Walt’s erection poking her in the tummy.
“That was nice,” Mabel said. “How about we do it again, except this time, you touch my boobies while we kiss?”
“Wow,” Walt said. “Yeah.”
They kissed again, and Walt’s hands went to Mabel’s breasts. Mabel was pleased when the boy, unprompted, used the nipple-stimulating techniques she had taught him earlier. In fact, Walt’s intimate touch made Mabel so horny that she took their kiss from closed-mouthed to open-mouthed. Walt seemed to find it a little awkward at first but quickly got used to it and soon was kissing Mabel with great enthusiasm.
When the kiss ended, Mabel glanced over at Dipper and Retta. Retta was sitting on Dipper’s lap, facing him, with her legs around his middle. Dipper had both hands on her little bottom and had lifted her up enough for him to kiss, suck, and tongue her little pink nipples, which was making Retta gasp and moan. Mabel found something deliciously perverse about hearing such sounds of sexual pleasure in a child’s high voice.
“Why don’t we lie down?” Mabel murmured in Walt’s ear. “You can lie on top of me if you want.” Walt nodded vigorously.
Mabel lay back and pulled Walt down on top of her. She kissed him again, then said, “Want to kiss my titties, like Dipper is kissing Retta’s?”
“Uh-huh,” Walt replied dreamily.
Walt scootched down to put his head above Mabel’s chest. He kissed the top curve of her little breast, then kissed his way down to her nipple. Soon, he had it in his mouth and was sucking it eagerly.
“Remember to be gentle,” Mabel said. With a chuckle, she added, “A girl doesn’t want to feel like she got her boob caught in the vacuum cleaner.”
It only took a minute of Walt’s attentions to her nipple to make Mabel so horny that her pussy ached. And Walt’s cock was so hard against her thigh that she knew he must be aching, too. So she again put her hands on his face and gently pulled it up to look at hers.
“Walt,” she breathed, “I really, really want you to fuck me. Do you want to do it from behind, like you did with Retta? Or do you want to try doing it on top of me, so you can see my face and my tits while we fuck?”
“O- On top of you,” Walt gasped.
“Perfect,” Mabel said.
She helped him position his hips between her thighs. Then she lifted her legs up, canting her hips upward a bit to make sure that Walt could easily get inside her. Finally, she reached down between them, took hold of his cock, and put it at her entrance.
“Push it in, Walt,” she breathed.
He did, and Walt gasped and Mabel moaned with pleasure. Walt’s cock wasn’t nearly as big as Dipper’s, but Mabel could feel her pussy tighten around it, seizing it greedily. Mabel looked at Walt with a lusty smile.
“Does it feel good inside me?” she asked.
Walt nodded and gasped, “Yeah.”
Mabel’s lusty smile widened into an even lustier grin as she replied, “Then let’s fuck.”
Mabel began to move her hips, and Walt quickly fell into rhythm with her. Because of Walt’s relatively short cock-length, the movements had to be smaller than what Mabel used with Dipper, but Mabel found something delicious in fucking with care and precision instead of just pumping away. She reached down and grabbed Walt’s cute, firm little ass with both hands to help him stay inside her as they moved together.
Still grinning open-mouthed at the feel of a young boy’s cock inside her and that young boy’s ass in her hands, Mabel looked over at Dipper and Retta. Dipper had wisely suggested that they use the cowgirl position so that Retta could lower herself onto the older boy’s cock at her own pace. She currently had about half of Dipper’s length inside her.
“How does it feel?” Dipper asked the girl breathily. Mabel could sense how much he was enjoying this and could only imagine how sweetly tight Retta’s preadolescent pussy must feel around his member.
“It- It’s big,” Retta gasped.
“We can stop if you want to,” Dipper said.
“No!” Retta cried. “I don’t…wanna stop…I need it…in me…” Then she gently lowered herself down further.
Mabel’s attention was abruptly pulled back to her own coupling when she felt Walt’s lips close around her nipple and begin to suck it even as the boy continued pumping her slowly. The dual sensations sent an erotic thrill through her body.
I never thought about the up sides of fucking a boy who’s a lot shorter than me, Mabel thought. I’m definitely gonna want to do this some more.
Walt started fucking Mabel faster. Under other circumstances, she might have reminded the boy about the importance of pacing himself so as to maximize the girl’s pleasure, but Mabel was horny enough now that she didn’t need him to.
After this, she thought, I don’t think I’ll need to play Love Dice to get Walt in the mood. Heck, I don’t think I’ll need it to get any boy in the mood.
She remained conscious of Walt and his sweet cock moving inside her even as she imagined other scenarios that she could make happen with her lust-powers: An entire night of sex with Walt in his room, teaching him everything from sixty-nine to anal, even as Dipper did the same with Retta and their parents fucked in their bedroom. Babysitting cute boys back home and teaching them how to please her. Banging a little boy she didn’t know in a department store dressing room. Seducing an entire troop of Cub Scouts and letting them fuck all her holes at once, and maybe their den mother’s, too.
“Let’s go faster,” Mabel gasped in Walt’s ear.
“Oh yeah,” the boy panted.
They fucked at a rapid pace, not quite full speed but fast enough that Mabel could begin to feel the approach of orgasm. Walt stopped sucking her nipple, and she heard him pant with effort and excitement.
“Oh, yes, Walt,” Mabel gasped. “You’re really getting the hang of this…Fuck me just like that…”
“I…can’t…stop…anyway…” the boy panted. “Need…to fuck you…”
Mabel went from gripping Walt’s ass to squeezing it as she helped the boy force his cock into her again and again. She could feel his intense lust, and she felt Dipper and Retta’s, too. She again glanced over at them and saw Dipper gripping Retta’s waist and helping the girl ride him at a gallop.
Way to go Retta! Mabel thought. Keep this up, and you’re gonna have the funnest life you could ever want!
Now, Mabel fucked Walt as fast as her hips could move, and the boy sped up to match her. Mabel was fully focused on the two of them now: his rapid breathing, the flexing of his ass as he fucked her, and the feelings of pleasure he was giving her that grew more intense by the moment.
“Walt,” she panted, “I’m…gonna…cum…really…soon…”
“Oh…God…Mabel…” Walt gasped. “I…AAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Hearing Walt cum pushed Mabel over the line. She shrieked, “YES, WALT, YES!” and clutched the boy’s young body to hers with her arms and legs as she came.
When her orgasm faded, Mabel continued to hold Walt against her. She smiled as she heard Dipper and Retta cum simultaneously.
“Wow…Walt,” Mabel panted. “If you…were old…enough…to make…sperm…I think…you’d have shot…a gallon…in me…”
Walt was apparently too breathless to answer. He just put his arms around Mabel and held her like she was holding him.
After a minute, they all got up. It was now just past ten-thirty, and the adult Balzacs had said they would be home at eleven. So Dipper and Mabel shepherded the kids upstairs and, not wanting to smell like sex when they said goodnight to Dr. Jill and Dr. Bob, got in the shower with them, helping them wash up quickly but thoroughly.
“Remember, you guys,” Mabel said as she helped the kids towel off, “you can’t say anything about this to your parents. But as long as you’re careful, you two can fuck every day if you want. And you can fool around with us, too, the next time we babysit.”
“Yay!” the kids shouted.
***
It was eleven-thirty when the twins got back to the Shack. They were both quite tired.
Nonetheless, Dipper said, “Before we go to bed, I want to take a look at Map Number Three.”
Dipper unrolled the map on his bed, and Mabel came over next to him to look at it. The map was a mess of symbols like the others.
“There’s no X marking the spot,” Dipper said. “Maybe this map is like the second one, where there are symbols that fit together into one.”
“Uh-huh,” Mabel said slowly, gazing at the map. “Like…maybe these?”
She pointed to four small, arcing lines on various parts of the map. Then she grabbed her sketch pad and drew them as one merged object: a sideways, hollow oval with pointed ends.
“A football?” Dipper said.
The sketchpad was the same one Mabel had used to draw the symbol from the second map, which was another ovoid with pointed ends, although that one was vertical and solid, and smaller than the one on this map.
While Dipper got out his ruler and started trying to find the midpoint among the four pieces of the oval, Mabel continued to stare at the two strange symbols on her sketchpad. Then she grabbed the first map from behind Dipper’s bed. Dipper looked up at her.
“Mabel, what are you doing?”
“Not sure yet,” the girl replied absently.
Mabel unrolled the map and looked at the X on it, which was wider than it was tall. Then she copied it onto her sketch pad and looked at it with the other two symbols.
“Wait a second…” she murmured.
Mabel redrew the symbols, this time one on top of the next. When she finished, she gasped and held up the sketch pad so her brother could see it.
“Dipper! Look at this!”
Dipper looked, and his eyes bulged.
“Omigosh,” he said. “That’s the symbol of-”
“-those blind guys!” Mabel finished.
“They were called the Society of the Blind Eye, but yeah, them. But what would they have to do with all this? Let’s see if the map tells us anything.”
He went back to making measurements on the map, then placed the penny on the midpoint among the four symbols.
“Huh,” he said. “It’s someplace in the woods. Not a place I know, though.”
OMG, Mabel thought. That’s where Dee’s cave is!
“We should go there,” Dipper said. “Let’s grab the flashlights and-”
“Wait!” Mabel said a little too loudly. She was too tired for a marathon session of lying to Dipper about not knowing about the cave and what had been in it.
“It’s dark, and we don’t know what’s lurking in the woods at night these days,” she said. Then, struck by an idea, she added, “Besides, shouldn’t we go down to Great Uncle Ford’s lab and see if the computer has cracked the code?”
“Good idea,” Dipper replied. “I am pretty beat from…everything. We can go into the woods tomorrow.”
They went down to the lab beneath the house. Dipper’s eyes went from slightly bleary to bright when he saw that the old dot-matrix printer connected to Ford’s computer had produced two full pages of text.
“Whoa, the computer did it!” Dipper cried, ripping the printout off the continuous ream of paper that was threaded through the printer. Mabel stood next to Dipper as he read the decoded text aloud.
“‘This diary is the only way I can confess my shameful secret,’” Dipper began.
“Hah! Called it!” Mabel exclaimed.
Dipper kept reading. “‘Like many before me, I have become the servant of a being both ancient and evil, and I have committed many bizarre and depraved acts in her name.’
“Wow,” Dipper commented, “this went dark really quickly.”
“‘Perhaps the most twisted of all was when she commanded me to go to a town in California and use her magical confections to make two specific people lust for each other, and then fall in love and marry. To me, this task seemed innocent enough at the time; only later did I learn that the young man and woman were twins, who were separated at birth by one of my mistress’ previous disciples.
“‘To my eternal shame, I did none of this against my will. In exchange for my service, she gave me things I secretly desired, among them the ability to seduce anyone I chose. What was more, she told me many of the secrets of Gravity Falls, including the greatest one: a crashed alien spacecraft, buried beneath the hilltop. Many times did I explore the craft, seeking to understand those who built it and their technology. And much did I enjoy using the aliens’ hair-styling device—at least until it caused me to lose my hair permanently.’”
“What?!” Mabel cried, clapping both hands to her head.
Dipper read on. “‘Only after years in her service did I come to understand her ultimate plan. She wishes to rule this world, but having been cursed by the ancients with incorporeality, she first requires a human body to inhabit—a perfect vessel that embodies the perversity that sustains her. The twincest child of a twincest child.’”
A what of a what, now? Mabel thought with unease.
“‘In secret,’” Dipper read on, “‘I searched for a way to destroy her. The only method I uncovered was to use the very power she gave me—not to place her in one perfect vessel, but to divide her spirit between two imperfect ones. This would split her consciousness, such that she would cease to exist as a thinking, sentient being.
“‘But no such vessels were available to me. So I found another, less permanent solution: a ritual that will weaken her, reducing her powers to almost nothing and her voice to a mere whisper, and another ritual that will enlarge her statue and fuse it with any rock with which it is in contact. I have already found a cave where I can place her, and where I hope she will never be found.
“‘Facing the demon’s temptations was more than I could bear. I knew that I would not be able to resist her much longer. So I have hidden my writings away. But I have also left a series of clues to their location, so that if the demon should ever return, I or another like me will know all that I know of her. I only hope that this knowledge will be of use should that day come.
“‘Once I complete the ritual, I will ensure that no one can find her—not even me. A scientist named McGucket has offered me the chance to bury all my secrets by using a device that will make me forget. Even my name will be lost to time, and I shall be known only as…Blind Ivan?!’” Dipper shouted.
“Whoa,” Mabel said. “So that’s why he used the Blind Eye symbol thingy!”
“‘Now, I shall erase my memories of her, so that Dee Pravitty can tempt me no more. She shall be…unseen.”
Mabel’s eyes grew enormous.
“Dee…Pravitty?” she murmured.
“Mabel?” Dipper said. “Are you okay?”
Slowly, she turned to him.
“Dipper,” she breathed, “I think I’ve made a big mistake.”
Before Dipper could respond, Mabel rushed upstairs to their room and yanked open her backpack. Beneath the colored pens and drawing paper, she found Dee’s statuette—in dozens of pieces.
“Dee? Dee!” Mabel cried. “What happened? Where are you?”
There was no answer.
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Depravity Falls