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Helping Hand	By : Nastyzak Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 4143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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10 Trimming the Pine Tree
Mabel’s energy had always been high, no matter what she was doing, art, dance, sculpture, and what have you. Maybe it shouldn’t have been a surprise that when she decided to pursue sexual experimentation she went whole hog, as Waddles might have said if he could have talked.
By Monday she had decided that her motto should be “ready when you are!” As long as she and Dipper were alone in the Shack, she was ALWAYS bottomless and much of the time topless as well, fully naked except for socks. He feet got cold.
Yet even she acknowledged that they both needed some time off from bed. And sometimes she made adjustments. For example, she did put on a sweater when they sat at the table and face-timed calls. Nobody on the other side of the call could see that she was sitting bare-assed on a chair, or that her foot, enclosed only in a thin sock now and then reached out under the table to give Dipper’s penis a friendly touch.
They put in their duty calls home—on Monday evening, Dad reported that instead of just an hour or two, he had worked online for half a day and felt great. They congratulated him.
The twins had discovered over the weekend that at any time and without warning, gruncle Stan might drop in. After his first surprise visit Mabel kept a bathrobe handy so she could grab it if she didn’t have time to dress, which she could do in a flash, since she never bothered with bra and panties when time was short.
She even had Dipper work out a drill with her. They’d keep the thumb bolts on all the doors fastened, so that Stan (or anyone else, for that matter) would have to pound on the door. Stan always came in by way of the gift shop, and because that door had a window in it through which he could peer, Mabel would avoid the gift shop when going au naturel. If somebody knocked on the door, she’d yell, “Hey, Dipper! Answer the door!” while grabbing the robe from the downstairs bathroom or running upstairs to throw on the minimum of clothing.
“Maybe you should just stay dressed,” Dipper suggested.
“What? And not let my pink chub pups breathe?” she asked, suggestively caressing her breasts.
“If you’re worried somebody’s gonna walk in and see you naked—”
“Who’s worried? Even if I just toss on my robe, I can say I’ve got my sleep shirt on underneath and excuse myself to go up and get properly dressed, ooh la la!"
"But what if it's afternoon?"
"Doy! I'll just say I slept in. Everybody knows I'm lazy! And if I run upstairs to get into my jeans and top, I’ll just flush the upstairs toilet before I come downstairs.”
“Yeah, but if you’re sitting on the table and I’m eating you out, even if you run upstairs, gruncle Stan will suspect something, with my chin all shiny—”
“Hang dish towels beside the back door, the kitchen door, and the doorway into the gift shop, Dipdope! You can wipe off my Mabel juice with a couple of swipes and then just toss the towel aside. Problemo solved-o!”
“Yeah, but if you’re actually blowing me—”
“Tuck my favorite little Dipper into your pants and if you don’t have time to zip, just pull your shirt down lower! Whatever, Dip, we can deal with it.” She cupped her tits, using her thumbs to coax her nipples into eager erection. “Speaking of handling things . . ..”
On average, Dipper later figured, they made out an average of four to six times a day. He was amazed that his dick held up and his balls didn’t ache from the strain. True, sometimes Mabel got more of the action—he fingered her, or used he vibes, or just sucked and stimulated her breasts while she got herself off down below.
Routinely, though, she’d jerk him off or give him a memorable blow job when they woke up, and they’d do something mutually satisfying last thing at night. Once Dipper said, “You know what your problem is? You’re oversexed!”
Grinning, with a little oozy drop of cum dribbling from her lips and dangling from her chin, Mabel asked, “Are you complaining?”
He had to smile ruefully. “Well . . . no.”
“Good,” she said, hopping up to sit on the dining table and spreading her thighs as wide as she could. “Then get down there and lick me until I squirt!”
In the in-between periods of "playing around" as Mabel put it, she kept slogging away at her online math class. Also, they kept up with the chores that their mother had scheduled and even got ahead of schedule.
Mabel, normally lazy about things like that, pitched in cheerfully. They didn’t bother cleaning rooms they weren’t using and kept closed—the museum, the Ramirez family living quarters, like that. Certainly not gruncle Ford’s labs, because dangerous stuff lurked down there, and he probably had monitors to alert him if anybody sneaked in. If it got dusty down there, Ford could handle it.
Anyway, Dipper figured if they dusted and vacuumed the unused doors once every other week, they’d be clean enough. He had inherited their mom’s finicky streak about the areas they actually used, though, so instead of sweeping and dusting every other day, they spent half an hour to forty-five minutes each day rotating cleaning chores in the parlor, kitchen and dining room, stairs, bedroom, bathroom, and—the gift shop, since they were in and out of it all the time.
They divided the kitchen chores, cooking and cleaning and washing dishes, between themselves. Mabel did her part. Even after they’d had an oral session with her perched on the table, afterward she’d happily spray lemon-scented cleanser and wipe up all the traces.
And Dipper discovered that watching her at the sink, industriously scrubbing dishes while wearing only an apron, was surprisingly erotic. Her whole butt, both pink cheeks, jiggled as if she were doing an in-place dance. And when she was naked and wielding a dust cloth, her boobs swayed and bobbled enticingly.
And all that nudity and availability had a definite effect on Dipper.
By Tuesday, Dipper found himself sporting an almost constant erection, watching Mabel’s casually nubile, lewd display and just thinking of Wendy’s imminent return to the Falls.
His thoughts of Wendy really made his dick stiffen. In her latest phone call she reported that her brother was completely well but grumpy and whiny, trying to get his dad to let him off from the logging job, but hundreds of fallen trees had to be cut up and hauled, Manly Dan was the boss, and he accepted no excuses. Wendy told Dipper, “I gotta hang around until Thursday night, and then Dad says he’ll let me go if all my brothers are putting in a good day’s work. They'll do it—or I’ll kill ‘em!”
As for Mabel, on Tuesday, not long after Dipper and Wendy had their call, she was finally able to persuade Dipper to let her neaten up his pubic hair. “I’ll use a cream on the sensitive spots,” she promised. “Like on your balls and the sideburns on your cock. And if you’ll shrink me down, I can come in real close with a safety razor and be sure to spot all the stray hairs and make certain that I won’t accidentally nick you.”
Unlike his completely bare sister, a clothed Dipper crossed his legs. They were sitting on the sofa, having just finished their daily clean-up. “I’ve never even thought about doing that before you brought it up. Why is it so important to you? Do you really think Wendy would like it better if I did it?”
Leaning back on the sofa, her heels on the edge of the seat, fingering her clit, Mabel smirked. “I know for a fact that SHE keeps her pussy patch neat and trimmed. Or anyway, she used to. I‘ve seen it! By the way, brobro, she’s a real redhead! And she keeps her little red garden SO nice and tidy! Believe me, bro, she’d really appreciate your taking that little grooming step for her. It might feel kinda strange to you at first, but you’ll be used to it in a day or so. And I bet it’ll make you even more sensitive down there, so when you and Wendy do the hot-cha, you’ll get more pleasure out of it, and that will give her more, too. Trust me on this.”
Dipper sighed. “If you nick me with a razor—”
“Never!” She hopped off the sofa, posed right in front of him with her back bent to lean backwards, hips thrust forward, opened her legs, and reached down to her own triangular patch of pubic hair. “In fact, this is growing out stubble more than I’d like. Look at it! Pricks don’t like prickles! Hey, I’ll do a deal with you, Dip. First, I’ll shrink you down with a safety razor and let you clean up the stubble over it and around the edges. Oh, and shape it so it’ll be like a Valentine, not like Bill Cipher standing on his head! You do me, and then I’ll do you.”
It was hard to take his eyes off her fingers, her brown triangle, and the pink slit peeking out beneath. “You’d trust me with that?”
She gave him a direct, solemn gaze. “I’d trust you with my life, Dipper, 'cause I know you love me. And you seem to love my pussy, too, so sure, I’ll trust you! Come on, let’s go upstairs and shape each other up. Fair’s fair and hair's hair!”
Dipper couldn’t argue with that. Up in the attic they spread a great big beach towel across the beds—the two single beds made a very adequate double one when pushed together—and Mabel got out the pink safety razor she used on her underarms and other hairy areas. It was one of those with five blades in an array, and she clicked in a fresh refill. She also had a can of shaving gel and she brought in a basin of very warm water and a washcloth. “Let’s get ready,” she told Dipper. “Off with the clothes and I’ll size you just right.”
She shrank Dipper way down, and since he was holding the pink razor, it shrank with him. She said, "Oops! you're right, but the razor got too small. Put it down and I'll goose it up a couple of sizes."
She did, and then he stood on the bed as she lay back with a hot, wet pink washcloth over her private area. “When it’s your turn, you’ll need to shower,” she warned. “I will too. I always condition all my hair to keep it nice and soft, and besides that, my short and curlies are already nicely trimmed, where they aren’t stubble.”
“Got it,” he said.
She squirted some of the gel on her fingers and then worked up a foam in her dampened pubic thatch. “Be real careful with the stubble up at the top of the triangle,” she said. “I want it to be in like two equal arcs, so the triangle changes to a heart shape, understand?”
“Sure, I understand,”
She spread her knees wide apart. “In you go, and don’t get distracted.” She picked him up gently and set him down between her upper thighs.
He stared at the shiny love-slit she was displaying and the skin on either side of it. “Uh—Mabel, you’ve got stubble in the folds there, too—”
“I know,” she said. “Don’t worry about doing that part. It’s sensitive and needs a special touch, and I can take care of it. You just concentrate on my what do you call it, mons. I’ll do the rest.”
“All right. Let me know if I hurt you.”
Mabel had left the razor out of scale to Dipper's smaller body—to her, it was only about half its normal size, but to him it was oversized compared to his small hands—it was as if he were holding a razor about a foot long, in proportion. It was large enough to do a decent job, but small enough for him to handle it with precision.
He found shaving her . . . an experience. He was a little more than a foot tall, and to get to her pubic hair, he had to lean his upper chest against her spread pussy. The shaving gel had a citrusy scent, but the moist warmth of her against his chest and the musky aroma of her sex almost overpowered that. It was absurd, but he had a stiff erection, and it protruded into her slit—though so small in relation to her that Mabel probably couldn’t even feel it.
He concentrated on the task at hand. After a moment of surveying the situation, he wiped away handfuls of the foam, clearing the main triangle and outlining the arches that would be the top of the valentine shape. Then all he had to do was to shave away the foam he hadn’t scooped off. It took a couple of minutes and he thought he’d done a neat job. “How’s that?”
Mabel examined the results with the help of a hand mirror. “Just right, Broseph! And you did real good. It'll be so neat when the top parts grow in and I have a cute heart over my pussy! Okay, let me enlarge the razor and I’ll do the hard-to-reach parts. Why don’t you stay small and watch me tidy up from close range? You might pick up some pointers.”
“All right,” Dipper said.
He sat in a semi-lotus position within inches of her pussy and paid close attention as she held her outer labia with two fingers of her left hand and spread the gel with the fingers of her right. When she finished, she glanced at him and said, “I can see from your little guy that my big guy gets off on this.”
“Hey,” he said defensively. “You’re the one who climbed my dick when it was the size of a tree to you!”
“Touché!” she yelled. “That’s French for ‘touch me!’”
“No, it’s not.”
“Okay, here I go, shaving the most delicate part. Short, easy strokes, against the way the stubble grows, see? As long as the razor is nice and sharp, there’s no pulling or nicking or anything. I’ll change the blade for when I shave you. Hey, are you looking right at my pussy?”
“I can’t help it.”
“Good, ‘cause I like it when you notice me!”
She finished, took off most of the foam with her pink washcloth, then set the razor aside and reached for the flashlight. “Let me set you on the floor and I’ll blow you. Blow you up, I mean! Ha!”
She only needed two tries to get him to proper Dipper size again. Then she yelled, “To the shower!”
Though the tub was a little crowded, they made it work. At some point in the last couple of years Soos had upgraded the plumbing, replacing the old shower head with a hand-held attachment. Mabel let Dipper kneel in the tub and carefully sprayed her with the hand-held shower to rinse off the rest of the foam and the little prickly hairs the two of them had shaved off.
To her delight, that gave him an impressive hard-on, so when it was his turn for a trim and he shrank her, she said, “This makes my job easier and the view so much better! Decorative or just neat, Dip? I could do a pine tree shape or a great big hairy W if you’d—”
“Just a trim,” Dipper said firmly, lying back on the beach towel.
For the razor part, Mabel had him shrink her to a little more than a foot tall, with the razor about the same size as it had been when he had worked on her. First Dipper used the washcloth and warm water to get everything down there drippy wet, and next she had him squirt shaving gel onto his pubis and whip up the foam. Then she arranged it and then deftly took care of the hairs that led down to the folds of his upper thighs.
“How was it?” she asked.
“Didn’t hurt at all. Nothing to it.”
“Told ya! Go rinse this off and then let me do the touchy stuff.”
He did, and with his help she shrank even smaller. She used a gentle depilatory cream, applied with a long cotton swab that, to her, was the size of a cheerleader’s baton. She had shielded her head and body with a raincoat—very well, a condom with an oval cut out for her face and slits for her arms—because at that size she could wind up with bald spots from even a few stray drops of the cream.
However, the depilatory was thick enough not to splatter. She attacked the roots of the curls that led about a third of the way up his penile shaft, then made him spread his legs while she de-haired his ball sac and even—uncomfortable!—the space just behind it and around his asshole.
“Finished!” she said after about a quarter of an hour. “No more cling-ons, Captain!” She lounged on the bed, fairy-sized, on her stomach with her knees bent and kicking her feet and told him to wait a few more minutes before showering. When he did, the hairs she had treated all simply washed off with the warm water.
When he stepped out and dried, he called, “This is neat! It doesn’t burn or hurt at all, and everything feels real smooth down there!”
“Let me see, let me see!” Mabel insisted on his lying down and spreading his legs so she could take a survey. To his surprise, the tiny Mabel snuggled against his balls, putting her face down in the soft skin. “Smells good, too!” she said. Then she reached up to embrace his penis. “Smooth! Enlarge me so we can give this guy a test run!”
Dipper obliged her but once she was normal size again, he said, “I don’t know, Sis. Maybe we should lay off sex for the next couple of days. I don’t want to be too, you know, depleted to give Wendy a good time.”
“Pish posh!” Mabel said. “You’re at that age when you’re ALWAYS ready, brobro. Tell you what, we won’t fool around on Thursday. She’ll be home again by Friday noon, so you’ll have all that time to reload. Anyway, we gotta do it, 'cause having you do that stuff to me made me ache for a little action.” She shrugged and made a face. “Take my advice, strike while the Mabel’s hot. Next week, I’m gonna have to lay out of all fun and games starting about Tuesday.”
“Is something wrong?”
“Just the same thing that’s wrong this time of the month every month,” she said. “Aunt Flo is visiting for three days! So the only things I could do for you are hand jobs and oral sex, and while I like those, they won’t get me off personally. Plus, cramps. And plus plus, you and Wendy will be working out together anyway! But I’m so happy to be back in Gravity Falls, I’ll try not to get all period-grumpy!”
She and Dipper lay on the bed, and she reached down to cup his balls and run her fingers up his shaft. He’d probably had an erection for too long, because now his penis was only semi-hard, enlarged but on the floppy side. Mabel squeezed it and said, “Feels so nice and smooth, Dip. I’m gonna dive down and give you a little mouth action just to try out how it feels. I wanna make sure there won’t be any stray hairs!”
She knelt between his legs and took his whole penis into her mouth—though right away it started to engorge, and she had to surrender some of its length as it grew stiff and hard again. She bobbed and sucked and then looked up with a grin and a thumbs-up. “Lot nicer without all the foliage, Dipper! She’ll love this. Now that I’m all trim down there, too, what about we do the deed? Just one time?”
Dipper felt his face getting hot and red. “Mabel, it’s weird enough what we’re doing. That’s a . . . real big step to take. I mean, us actually having sex is incest.”
“Poo,” she said. “I’m preggo-proofed and completely okay with it, you obviously want it.” She reached down to waggle his stiffened dick.
Dipper felt as if he were losing ground here. “Maybe if I wear a condom—”
“Nope, I wore the last one left from gruncle Stan’s old stash when I was using the depilatory on you,” Mabel said, pouting. “And I know you don’t carry one in your wallet! If you take time to go to the pharmacy, I'll probably cool off. Anyway, I don't want rubber,my pussy's craving the real deal! I mean, all I’ve really had inside me are dildoes and vibes and your tiny butt, legs, and feet that one time. I want to experience the actual feeling of man-meat! I want to give you my virginity and take yours.”
Blushing even more, Dipper said, “Too late for—”
“No, it’s not! You never fucked a girl, did you?”
“Mabel—!”
Softly, she said, “I already know all about it, Dipper. You’ve never penetrated any girl’s pussy with this nice big dick. Truth, now, have you or haven't you?”
“No,” Dipper admitted glumly. “What do you mean, you know all about it? Did you read my Journals?”
“B-I-N-G-O!” she sang. “Hah! I can read Caesar ciphers the same way you can! I really felt sad for you when I was reading some of that, Dip. That girl who seemed to like you at the party and then barfed all over your shoes when you two got alone and she yelled, ‘Don’t touch me! You’re not Pete!’”
“She was drunk,” Dipper said. “But at first she really seemed to want sex, when she mistook me for somebody else.”
“And you weren’t drunk at all.”
Dipper stared at her. “No. I never get drunk because I can’t stand alcohol. You know that. You can’t, either!”
“Yeah,” she said sadly. “In college I went to one fraternity party and had one vodkatini and the next thing I knew, I was out in the middle of the street in traffic, dancing by myself. The police were nice enough to take me back to my dorm, though. They kept asking me was I violated, but I checked and nope. Later I found out that I told the people at the party I was going to the bathroom and walked out of the house holding the vodkatini. I don’t even know where I left that martini glass! And then one other I got tipsy sharing just a little wine with Wendy. I guess sensitivity to booze is a Pines thing. Or a twin thing. I haven’t had anything but sips of Passover wine except for the vodkatini and the stuff Wendy and I sampled.”
“Yeah,” Dipper said. “Anyway, I didn’t have sex with that girl, but you know, once or twice I’ve had hand jobs.”
“Yeah, but those two, or maybe that one, ended too quick, I bet. And I know you came so close to doing it with willing girls three or four times, but nothing happened, you poor dear.”
Dipper felt his erection fading again as embarrassing memories of Sienna, Tara, and Liz came to haunt him with their rejections, though none of them had been particularly harsh. And it was true, that one time when Wendy had gently stroked him the whole experience was over in fifteen seconds or less. He said miserably, “I guess I’ve always been too shy around girls to, um.”
Mabel squeezed his dick. “Don’t lose your hard-on, brobro! This is your golden opportunity to um! I want to um, too! We could um together! What harm could it do? You know I’m off the baby train, neither of us has a disease or ticks, so let’s each take our equipment out for a test drive!”
He couldn’t help smiling at her big-eyed pleading-puppy mode. “Mabel, I don’t know. It’s tempting, but, um. It—well, I’ll admit we’ve done some kinky stuff, but incest seems, you know, beyond the pale.”
“Oh, come on. This won’t be a permanent thing, Dip. Please, I WANT some experience and you NEED some. You gotta know that Wendy’s gonna want more than blow jobs and slit-licking! And it’d be so sweet, the two of us getting as close as we were in the womb. I happen to know that gruncle Stan’s busy out of town all day today. Grunkle Ford's got his online teaching gig, Grenda’s moved off to Europe, and Pacifica and Candy are both married. Nobody’s going to drop in on us or find out.” She began to sniffle, much to Dipper’s surprise. “Please. Even if Ford should visit, we'll be upstairs with the door locked. We won’t get caught, not here, and I’d be j-just as g-good to you as I know h-how.”
Dipper blinked. “Are you CRYING?”
She choked back sobs and tears dripped over her cheeks. “Sorry, brobro. I’m f-feeling so awful and un-unwanted. Please, Dip. Let’s do it right. You get on top of me and put it in and, and make me cum, just once.”
“If we do this,” Dipper said, “we’re really crossing a line. Nobody can ever know about it, not your friends, nobody at all.”
“It’ll be our secret forever,” Mabel promised. “Let’s make love. Please. I’m so horny just thinking about it.”
“I’ll have to get fully hard again.”
“My pleasure,” she said.
It was odd, but she moved with a kind of regal dignity as she slipped down on the bed and started to nuzzle his dick. She felt him turn in bed and reach to stroke her butt and paused. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“I want to do to you what you’re doing to me.”
“You really want to go down on me?”
He completed turning around. “Sixty-nine,” he said, his breath warm on her inner thighs. “We’re good at oral stuff, I like the way you taste and react, and it’ll get you wet and ready.”
“And I’ll get you hard and ready, but I'll break off before you cum. Deal. I love you, brobro.”
“And I love you, Sis.”
“Me on top for this part, but when we really do it—”
“We’ll switch,” Dipper said.
Then he was opening her slit with his tongue, feeling her writhe as he lavished attention and saliva on her clit. It was fun in the way that sex is always fun, and it made his heart pound harder, and he could tell that the good feelings were rolling toward him like an express train. Still, he felt a pang of melancholy. He and Mabel were giving up their last remnants of innocence with this, and that felt somehow solemn.
Her taste and aroma aroused him, and her licking and sucking confirmed him, and he rolled her off and she turned onto her back, and as he positioned himself on hands and knees, she opened her legs and welcomed him. He put his forehead against Mabel’s and his brown eyes gazed into her brown eyes. “Last chance to change your mind. Do you want to go through with this? Yes or no?” he asked.
“I’m ready,” she whispered. “Here, let me help.”
She reached down and aimed his cock. He poised with his tip just inside her slit. “You really, really want to do this?” he whispered.
“Put it in and kiss me as you do,” she whispered.
Oh, she was so ready. The head of his dick squeezed inside her pussy, and her pussy opened for him, and their lips locked, and they thrust with their tongues. Dipper paused when he was fully inserted. “It feels great,” he murmured into her ear.
She sighed with pleasure. “It does. You fill me up so good. Let’s just enjoy this for a moment.” She squeezed him with her pussy. “Your dick is so nice and hard and warm. Oh, Dip, I love this feeling. So full! Now let’s do a slow dance at first.”
Hah. Mabel had taught him to slow-dance a couple of years before. Now, horizontal and pressed together, and naked and eager, they began to move in rhythm, as if they were doing the warmest, most embracing waltz of all time. Her cheek cushioned his. Little by little, she began to move her hips and he responded. Then she pressed hard, and she gasped a little. “So deep!” she said, clamping her legs against his hips and arching her back. Dipper reached to hold her butt cheeks and lifted them, getting a better angle.
“I love how hot and tight you feel,” he said. “I have to start moving.”
She gave him a couple more intimate squeezes. “Yeah, fuck me now. God, this is so much better than a vibrator! Your size and shape are just right. Ahh, so good. You can move faster!”
After a series of sharp, hard, shallow thrusts, by instinct Dipper suddenly paused and then pressed forward very slowly and to his dick's full length.
Mabel whimpered and covered her mouth with the back of a hand. “Oh, Dip! I just came a little! Whatever you just did makes your cock feel sooooo long! You’re really stirring me up!” She grasped both his hands in hers, their fingers interlaced, clasping hard.
Dipper felt his whole body tensing. “I’m trying to hold out, Sis. I don’t want it to be over too soon.”
She kissed him again, hard. “Ride me, Dip. Do that fast then slow thing again!”
He did, mentally reviewing trig functions to keep himself from ejaculating. When he changed pace for the long, slow stroke, she trembled, arched her neck, and moaned, “You’re driving me cray-cray! Lucky Wendy! I’m getting so close to—uhh—to a big one!”
“Yeah,” he said with a grunt. He was right at the edge, too. “I should pull out before—”
She let go of his hands and clasped her arms around him, tight. “Don’t you dare! I want the full intercourse experience! And we’re NOT gonna make a baby! Come on, man. Fuck me hard! Pretend I’m Wendy. Fuck me like you mean it, Dipper!”
As if she were his red-haired crush, Dipper sped up and pounded into her, making her yip. He did try to pull back when he felt his orgasm coming, but she leg-locked him and gripped him tight with both arms and thighs and ground her pubis hard against his—
“Awww, ffffffuck! FUCK! YEAHHH!!” she exclaimed, and he felt her clench and then came the sudden hot flow of fluid from her pussy, and deep inside her, he shot his load, too, making her gasp, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my fuckin' gawd, that was the best yet!"
Breathing hard, Dipper feeling her tits soft beneath his chest, the beating of her heart, they put their foreheads together again and kissed and kissed. “I loved that,” she whispered, almost in his mouth. “Those hot spurts at the end were great! Nothing like it. Was it good for you, Broseph?”
“So good.”
She held him still when he started to move. “No, don’t pull it out of my pussy, not yet. That was the best I’ve ever felt! Let’s roll over and let me get on top. Careful, don’t let it slip out!”
Still linked, the two rolled until she lay stretched on him. She raised a bit and swept her tits across his chest, mischievously making little circles with her still erect nipples. “Slippy-slidey. We’re a little sweaty,” she said, smiling down at him. “Oh, my God, Dipper, that was fantastic. Better than I ever imagined. You do the same things to Wendy, and she’s gonna be yours forever.”
“I’ll try,” he said. “But you know, you’re awfully good at this!”
She giggled. “Can you feel your cum oozing out of my pussy?”
“Yeah, it’s dripping down over my balls. I guess shaving them makes it easier to feel stuff like that.”
“Yeah, and your cock’s getting all soft inside me. I love feeling that! It’s something I can’t get with Mr. Buzzy or Forky. So tell me, do you think things will go smoother now that you’re trimmed?”
“Yeah, I think so,” he said.
“You look so sweet right now,” she whispered. “So happy and relaxed, not all stressed and worried like you do so much of th time. Do you regret anything?”
He thought about that for a few seconds. “No,” he admitted, loving the flush of pink on her cheeks, the adorable expression on her face. "No, I don't. I love fucking you. I love you so much! No regrets."
“Me, neither. Hey, tell you what. Next let’s try anal!”
“Uh—”
She lowered herself on him, her soft breasts flattening against his chest, forehead against his, her eyes gazing into his. “Don’t get all shocked. Butt sex isn't anything. We just took the really big step, Dip. And Wendy might want that too, you know, to have her butt stuffed, I mean. I’ve talked about sex with her a lot, honest feelings, girl to girl, and I can tell you she has some kinks!”
“Um, what?” he asked.
She kissed the corners of his mouth. “Nope, not gonna be explicit!” she said. “First, Wendy and I kinda swore that we wouldn’t tell anybody what we were saying to each other, and second, you’ll have a lot more fun finding out for yourself. Oops, you just slipped out.”
“Yeah, couldn’t help it,” he said. “It always shrinks down and goes soft like that after I cum real hard.”
“That’s okay.” She slid off him and pulled him so they lay on their sides, face to face. “This is real important, Dipper, so make a mental note. After you and Wendy finish making love, you cuddle her really gently and tell her how much you love her. Never, ever turn over with your butt toward her and doze off.”
“Like golf, you have to follow through.”
“Yeah, but don’t holler ‘FORE!’ when you cum,” Mabel warned.
Dipper reached up and pushed her hair back and then caressed her cheek. “I’m so lucky to have a sister like you,” he said. He kissed the tip of her nose and then hugged her, stroking her shoulders and the small of her back and the swell of her buttocks. “You’ve got such a sweet, sexy body. And when you get your sexiest, you have the greatest fragrance! Better than any perfume.”
“Yeah, you’re actually pretty good at this cuddling stuff,” Mabel murmured. “This is so nice. Makes me wish we’d started earlier. That was great. Now I could go for a nap.”
“Are you sleepy?”
She kissed his cheek. “Happy-sleepy.”
“Then let’s just hold each other like this and relax,” he whispered.
“Yeah, warm and just lazy and—” she yawned. “Just . . . hold me.”
And though it was not even close to noon, they embraced each other until they both drifted into a contented doze, and even then, sound asleep, they held each other, fully relaxed, together and happy.
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