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Fistbump 2: Unspeakable (a Pinecest story)	By : Edward_or_Ford Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 21283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dipper emerged groggily from a sound sleep into a thick and disagreeable wakefulness. He was lying on his back with his mouth hanging open. Upon closing it, he discovered with distaste that his tongue was dry and tasted awful. He really needed to take a leak. He craved food and water, and his joints and muscles were sore. Oh yeah, and there were the usual drug cravings.
Uhhhggh, he thought to himself, eyes still closed. Everything feels like crap! Where am I? It’s so cold! Why am I in bed without my shirt and shorts? Wh-
Then Dipper stopped and smiled, despite the gross feelings. As the fog cleared from his brain enough for him to remember the previous evening, he felt the presence of the warm body to his right, lying in the small bed with him. He carefully turned his head to the side and cracked open his eyes. The attic was illuminated by the bedside lamp, and he peeked at the face of his beautiful sister sleeping next to him, just inches from his nose.
Mabel’s face was relaxed, and she looked wonderfully content. Dipper was once again staggered by the feelings she generated in him. A shiver ran down his back as her exhaled breaths tickled his cheek. It’s real again! I can’t believe it’s all real again! he marvelled silently. I get another chance, to be what I should have been to Mabel before. In the low light of the attic, he spent several minutes hearing his heart pound in his ears, just from watching his twin sleeping peacefully. Then he closed his eyes again for a moment. Thank you! he prayed with complete sincerity. I don’t know if I deserve this, but thank you!
But he could ignore the complaints of his body no longer. He needed to get up and pee, if nothing else. Carefully rolling over back away from Mabel, he flipped the blanket off and sat up on the side of his bed. Man, it’s a lot chillier to be naked in this room at the end of December than it was at the end of August, he mused as he scratched his scalp, and looked down at the disarrayed contents of his suitcase for something to put on.
Something on Mabel’s bed caught Dipper’s eye. His bathrobe was already laid out for him. As he rose and crossed the three steps to retrieve it, he glanced over to the table between the beds to check the time. Besides seeing it was after four in the morning, he also noticed a wrapped peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a glass of water, and a Methadone tablet. He shook his head and grinned as he pulled on the robe over his shivering body, then picked up a sheet of paper that sat directly under the lamp. It was a note in Mabel’s handwriting:
Hey, sleepy Bro!
You know, you’re an adorable dork every day, but you are SUPER ADORKABLES right now! All sweet and snuggly! You might be my stud muffin by day, but you’re my new fave teddy bear when you get all tired and droopy heeeeeee!
I thought you might wake up needing some of this stuff later, so here you go. I made sure Grunkle Stan was already in bed when I went downstairs, cause it's gonna take both of us to get through that mega-awkward talk!
Anywhooooo, I’m tired and cold. And since I see a nice little spot beside the bestest and warmest Broseph in the world, I think I just might squeeze back in there!
XXOOXOXO
I love you, Dipper!
XXXXXXOOOOOO
(I’m kissing and hugging you on paper cause I don’t want to wake you)
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
(But I TOTALLY could wake you up anyways, cause you give big hugs and you’re are a GREAT KISSER eyebrow waggle ;-)
XXXXXXXX OOXXXXXOO XXXOOOXXXXXX
(OK I’m done now)
X
(Seriously that was the last one! G’night!!!!)
Dipper made a soft snort, and fondly gazed at Mabel again. He washed down the medication quickly with a long drink of water, and quietly attacked the sandwich. He knew he was awfully lucky to have such a thoughtful sister. After a stealthy trip to the bathroom downstairs to empty his bladder and brush his teeth, he felt much better and was ready to go back to sleep.
Turning off the lamp and removing his robe, he climbed back into his bed as gingerly as he could. But the movement and noise was enough to rouse Mabel. She made a cute moan as Dipper pulled the blankets back up, and he could barely tell that her eyes blinked open for a moment as he tried to get comfortable.
“Sorry,” Dipper whispered. “Didn’t want to wake you.”
Mabel’s eyes drifted closed again. “S’okay,” she muttered sleepily. “Did’ja get my note?”
Dipper leaned over and gently kissed her forehead. “Yeah. Thank you, that was really nice,” he whispered back. He pecked her forehead softly again and murmured “I love you,” and then started to settle his head on his pillow.
A pouty “Mmm!” noise came from the other pillow. Dipper grinned at Mabel’s face, still looking asleep save for the protruding puckered-up lips, and shifted back to the middle of the bed to kiss her lips sweetly. Mabel hummed appreciatively and reached out her arms. “I wanna hug my squeezy bear!” she mumbled.
It felt so natural, so right, for Dipper to just slide up against Mabel’s nude body and return the embrace. Their legs and arms instinctively found their way around one another, and their mouths melted together again.
And then they weren't quite so sleepy anymore.
For the next half hour, no words were spoken. Nor were they needed. The twins communicated everything they needed through soft gasps, quiet moans, and intimate touches. As they tenderly made love, they reveled in how perfectly they completed one another. They were two young siblings who, given their brief life and extraordinary experiences together, couldn’t have felt any other way.
This time when Dipper fell back asleep in Mabel's arms, she did the same moments later.
Stan was slouched at the kitchen table in his customary undershirt and loose jockeys, scratching himself distractedly while reading the latest edition of the Gravity Falls Gossiper. It was late on Saturday morning, and although he slept right through the night, he’d had to drag himself out of bed again. I’m always so damned tired! he thought to himself. This “getting old” business stinks. Seventy years old next summer! The old bones and joints ache more every day, it seems. He reached for his mug of coffee and took a long sip.
His brief foray into self-pity was interrupted by the creaking sound of the bottom step on the wooden staircase in the next room. He allowed the top of the newspaper to droop as Dipper and Mabel tentatively appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, dressed but looking disheveled. They were holding hands and wearing very apprehensive expressions.
Then again, dealing with getting old is nothing compared to what these two have been dealing with, he mused. And what they’ve chosen to still go through. He sighed loudly. “Alright, you two,” he said quietly, putting the paper aside. “Come over here and sit down.”
The twins hesitantly stepped over the threshold and approached the table, Dipper dragging a chair and placing it beside the one on the opposite side from Stan. Then they wordlessly sat together, still gripping each other’s hand tightly.
Stan regarded them soberly. “So .. no real need for me to tell you that I know what went on with you kids last night,“ he muttered, avoiding making eye contact. “It was pretty obvious all the way down here.” Dipper and Mabel both flushed, their faces blooming a bright red.
He leaned forward, cringing but knowing this discussion was required. “More important is what happens now. Are you planning to stay together when you go back home again?” The silence continued, but both twins glanced at each other, then back to their uncle and nodded, readjusting their grip on each other’s hands. Stan grunted softly, shaking his head. “Jeez, kids. Do you know what you’re getting yourselves into?”
“Umm … well-” Dipper said, then he swallowed nervously. “...yeah, we’ll … we know that we can’t tell anyone about us, or anything … and …” His words trailed off.
The silence hung over the room for several moments. Finally Stan said, “Of course you won’t tell anyone. But if you think you’re going to keep going …” he waved his hand back and forth at them, “... together … and think no one will notice, you’re kidding yourselves!”
Dipper tried to summon bravado. “We can do it, we’re just … going to have to be careful, that’s all!”
“Really?” Stan remarked, trying very hard to keep the sarcasm out of his tone. “How well did that work when you went home a few months ago?”
Mabel spoke up. “That was different, Grunkle Stan! When we went back the first time, we thought we were done. We spent the whole bus ride home trying to get ready for … being normal again.” Her shoulders fell. “But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let go! I pushed and pushed, and … it all kind of went thbbpthbpt!” she grumbled with a lackluster raspberry.
“It wasn’t just you,” Dipper said reassuringly. “I shouldn’t have handled everything the way I did, either.” He paused to squeeze Mabel’s hand, and she peered at him. “And you were right! I thought we could go back to the way we were, or at least fool ourselves into thinking that way. Now I know we can’t.” Mabel returned Dipper’s loving look, then he turned back to Stan. “We weren’t on the same page, from the moment we returned home.”
“Yeah!” Mabel exclaimed. “When I just decided the night we got home that I wasn’t going to let go, that I was going to try to keep us together … I didn’t even tell Dipper! He just had to deal with me!”
“And I never really asked Mabel about how I made her feel when I shut everything down after that,” Dipper added. “She thought I meant to break up with her, that I wanted to stop! I made her feel like I wanted to stop loving her!”
Mabel nodded. “We weren’t really good at the whole ‘communication’ thing, were we?”
“No, not really,” Dipper agreed. “But now … we’re talking again!”
Stan considered this. “So you’re talking. Great. How is this going to keep every single idiot in California from knowing you’re more than just siblings, just by looking at the way you are together?”
“You see it because you already know!” cried Mabel. “Come on, Grunkle Stan, you know that the Dipster and I have been been real weird close since the day you met us! You said yourself last year that it was unnatural for us to get along as well as we do. Everyone already knows that about us!” She held up their joined hands. “Seriously, we held hands all the time, even before we fell in love! What brother and sister does that?” Dipper snorted as Mabel continued. “Trust me, everyone in Piedmont has probably been trying to figure out what’s happening between us because we haven’t been doin’ the Twin Thing for the past few months! But now all we have to do is, you know ... tone it down a little, and I bet no one who knows us will think anything other than we’re back to the way we used to be!”
Dipper added his free hand, gripping Mabel’s hand with both of his own. “And we know we have to meet in the middle on how we react to this. I get really scared by even the smallest chance that we’ll get caught. I have to accept … that I have to risk a little sometimes to get what we need.”
“And I need to not be running my engines on full ‘impulse’ all the time!” Mabel piped in, adding her extra hand to their shared grip. “I can’t be rolling the dice like I’ve been doing.”
“But what if you both can’t do that?” Stan argued. “The way you behave isn’t easy to change, and you could fall back to your old ways. Or what if, for whatever reason, your feelings change? You’re young! Kids have always fallen in love, and then they fall out of love, and it could happen to you, too.” The twins glared at their uncle with decidedly unpleasant expressions. “I’m not saying it will happen, only that it might! Normally, teenagers just move on from a breakup, but you’ll have to still live together and be a family. Are you prepared for that?”
Mabel’s defiant scowl instantly transformed into determination, and she turned in her chair to face her brother. “Dipper, I promise you now, nothing will make me ever break our bond. Even-” She stopped and winced as she closed her eyes and forced herself to imagine Dipper in a relationship with another girl. “... Even if you’re with someone else … I will be the best sister ever!” she said with tight conviction.
Dipper gripped her hands tighter. “Mabel, we’re twins, and we always will be!” he said easily and sincerely. “I don’t care if the way you feel about me could ever change, it won’t ever matter. I will love you in every way you need me to, no matter what!” He smiled at his sister supportively, and they leaned closer together.
Stan tried to appraise the situation without feelings. His fondness for his niece and nephew would only get in the way of him being able to examine their situation objectively, he knew. They had to examine every consequence of their decision, and sentiment on his part would only get in the way.
But damnit, it’s hard to be dispassionate when they’re sitting there like they’ve got no choice but to do everything possible to be together. And I BELIEVE them!
He exhaled loudly. “Okay, kids. This is the tough question.” He waited a beat as they turned to focus on him, then pulled a deep breath back in. “If you do this … despite your best efforts, there’s a real chance someone other than me is going to find out about the way you both feel, and that gets back to your parents.” He looked directly at Mabel, who couldn’t hide signs of a fearful look. Then his gaze fell on Dipper, and he saw an oddly detached expression. “Are you sure you want to chance that? Do I have to spell out how bad that would be for both of you?”
Dipper didn’t hesitate. “That’s not going to happen,” he replied tightly.
Stan blinked. Dipper was the most notorious planner of contingencies he knew. How could he not have thought this part through? “Uh, yeah, it could!” he retorted. “And if it does, you’d better have an idea of how you’ll handle it.”
“No I don’t,” Dipper countered in a quiet determined grumble. “It’s unnecessary, and it won’t make any difference.”
Mabel peered at her brother with curious concern. She understood that Dipper believed their relationship together was safe, and that his newfound faith was instrumental to this belief. But Stan didn’t know that! And she thought his reaction to Stan’s question sounded way too defensive.
“Kid, there’s any number of-”
“I don’t care!” Dipper interrupted loudly, an almost furious energy suddenly erupting from within him. He leapt to his feet, his chair clattering to the floor behind him. “We won’t be found out!”
A startled Mabel jumped up to Dipper’s side, grabbing his arm. “Dip, what the heck? Grunkle Stan’s only trying to help us!” She turned to her uncle. “I’ll explain! Last night, Dipper told me abou-”
“Mabel!” Dipper barked sharply. Mabel cowered slightly at the rebuke, and Dipper was immediately regretful. “I’m … I’m sorry, Mabel! It’s just that …” he lowered his voice imperceptibly, “... that’s not really important,” silently pleading to Mabel that she not tell Stan of his religious revelation. She didn’t get why, but she nodded back in understanding.
Dipper reluctantly turned his head to his uncomprehending uncle. “Sorry, I … I really appreciate that you’re keeping our secret, Grunkle Stan, and making us talk this through. And I know I’m ignoring what would happen.” He flinched in frustration. “But I really can’t think about that! I know that if anyone else finds out, it’s all over! If anyone finds out, there is absolutely nothing that I could do that would fix it!” His jaw set. “And that’s exactly why it won’t happen! It can’t!! We might not be allowed to be as free and open about how we feel as we want to. But Mabel and I need to be together, and we will!”
Stan regarded the resolute face of his nephew for several heartbeats. He could see that Dipper knew the risks, understood the consequences, and was completely prepared to go forward regardless. Arguing the point further was pointless. He just wished he knew what caused this almost reckless shift in Dipper’s personality, to seemingly act all of a sudden with his heart instead of his head, but he was unwilling to talk about it. A quick glance at Mabel told Stan that she was in agreement with her brother, but that was no surprise.
He raised his hands. “Alright alright! Just cool down and sit, okay?” he exclaimed, trying to change the subject. Mabel perched herself immediately while Dipper righted his chair and sat back down while taking a calming breath.
“Let’s say I believe all that,” he declared. “All the wishing in the world won’t stop you from being discovered if you two aren’t careful in another way.” He glanced sternly back and forth between the teens. “What did you use last night for protection?”
A decidedly guilty and sheepish look immediately formed on the twins’ faces. Stan grunted. “Yeah, I figured that. What have you used before?”
Mabel reddened in embarrassment, and Dipper appeared to be fixated on a note stuck to the refrigerator door. “We … kind of .... never have,” Mabel mumbled under her breath.
Sighing heavily, Stan lowered his forehead into his palm and shook his head slowly. “Sonofabitch …” he muttered. “And here I’ve always thought you two were smart!” He glared at them, genuinely feeling anger and disappointment in them for the first time. “You are both damn lucky Mabel never got pregnant in September. And if you’re really lucky, nothing will come from last night either!”
Mabel meekly tried to argue. “Actually, it’s not that time of the month fo-”
“You can get pregnant any time of the month, in the right circumstances! Even I know that!” Stan fired back. The twins shrank in their seats. “I might not be able to convince you two that this relationship you have is crazy, but I’m damn well going to get through to you on this!” Stan pointed directly at Dipper. “You will keep it in your pants unless you’re using birth control! Got it?!”
Dipper gulped. “Yes, Grunkle Stan,” he replied shakily.
Then he pointed at Mabel. “And same for you! You’d better not think you know every little thing about your body. Lots of girls more careful than you have still ended up with babies. I’m thinking you don’t want that?”
“No, Grunkle Stan!” came Mabel’s squeaky, frightened reply.
“Good!” Stan snapped, then examined his niece and nephew’s almost terrified expressions. They’d never looked at him like that before.
He shoved his chair back and stood quickly, aware that he needed to cool down. He paced the floor back and forth as he spoke again. “Look, here’s the deal! You two knuckleheads have already made things really hard for yourselves with what you’re doing. I just-” He exhaled heavily. “... I just don’t want you to add any more to your plate!”
Then he stopped in front of them and gingerly knelt down to one knee, so that he wasn’t looking down on them. “But regardless of anything, no matter what happens … the Shack is a safe place for you.” Mabel instantly began to tear up, and Dipper bit his lip. Stan even felt something catch in his own chest. “If you ever need help, you can always come here. No questions, no judgement. You got that?”
Mabel hurled herself past Dipper into Stan’s chest, weeping freely as Stan’s right arm held her tight. Dipper slid off of his chair and joined them, easing into Stan’s left side. He buried his head quietly but solidly into the old man’s shoulder. Stan felt the boy’s body shudder from barely contained sobs.
It was late in the morning, and brunch was a welcome relief after the intense talk. Stan suggested they make a batch of his famous Stancakes, and the kids happily agreed. The twins consumed most of the entire stack by themselves, as they were both very hungry.
Stan announced that a trip into town was in order. There were more groceries to buy than usual due to having two growing kids in the Shack for another week, and he needed to stock up. Also, there were “family planning” products that had to be procured. Stan took pity on Dipper and Mabel as he realized how embarrassing (and potentially dangerous) it would be for either of the teenagers to buy condoms in a small town where they were so well known. Instead, he volunteered to go and get them himself. Sure, he’d get some strange looks at the drugstore instead, but it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing anyone had seen him do since he arrived in town over three decades before.
After he had finished eating and gotten dressed, and following a quick and stern reminder for the twins to restrain themselves, Stan stepped out into the cold winter air, headed for his beloved Stanmobile.
As soon as the old sedan left the driveway, Mabel declared that Dipper was stinky and needed a shower right away. And in the interests of “saving water”, she insisted that she join him.
They took their time undressing each other again, both of them once again feeling the wonderful rush that accompanies young sexuality. They managed to eventually make their way into the old clawfoot tub, caressing and kissing one another the entire time. The water took several seconds to warm up, triggering a brief outburst of shrieking and silly shouts, but soon after they were playfully and seductively washing one another’s bodies. They took turns rinsing under the showerhead, giggling each time they almost lost their balance trying to maneuver their way past the other in the narrow tub, groping and tickling each other every time. As he turned off the water, Dipper noted with a smirk that the shower had taken longer than the combined time it would have taken them separately. Mabel nonetheless loudly declared the experiment a victory for the environment as she squeezed excess water out of her long hair, then pulled the curtain open.
This was when they discovered that in their haste to enjoy their time alone, they had forgotten to bring down towels or robes from their room upstairs. Rather than put their dirty clothes back on, Mabel grinned naughtily, grabbed Dipper’s hand, and pulled him out of the bathroom naked. With Mabel in the lead, they streaked soaking wet from the bathroom, detouring through every room in the building, and finally up the stairs to the attic, giggling the whole way. The air was cold, but they were still laughing as they located towels and started buffing themselves dry even as their teeth began chattering.
Mabel was mostly dry but shivering when she dove under the covers on her bed. “C’mere!” she shrieked. “I need you to help me get warm!”
Dipper tilted his head and smiled shyly as he kept scrubbing his legs. “Mabellllllll,” he complained. “If I get in there with you, we’re gonna want to … you know!” He blushed, despite the chill. “We can’t … you know … do that for now…”
“Oh, tish tosh!” Mabel scolded, gesturing him with her arm vigorously while holding up the blanket with the other. “We just don’t give into it! Get a grip on those hormones and get over here, man! You’ve got serious boyfriendly duties, and you’re falling down on the job!”
The will to resist was immediately gone, and Dipper scrambled beneath the offered sheets. Their skin was still clammy, and they squealed and growled delightedly as they wrestled and squirmed against each other like silly puppies. The bed’s sheets became twisted in the scuffle, but the young combatants didn’t care. Soon all the bed coverings and pillows were strewn randomly on the floor, with two aroused and naked teens still fighting for dominance.
Finally Mabel managed to grab both of Dipper’s wrists, and with a triumphant yell she forced Dipper down on his back with his arms pinned to the mattress on either side of his head, and she clambered on top of him to hold his entire body down. Her face was inches away from his, wet hair cascading around them, as they grinned and panted happily.
Still gasping for breath and keeping her weight on Dipper’s arms, she leaned down and kissed him passionately. Allowing himself to be immobilized, Dipper strained to lift his neck and push into the kiss. Mabel’s legs were astride Dipper’s hips, and their bodies naturally began rubbing against each other. The delicious friction of Dipper’s skin rubbing against Mabel’s drove her to gyrate harder and faster.
Any temporary shrinkage caused by the cold that Dipper may have been suffering from was now firmly in the past. Dipper moaned loudly into Mabel’s mouth as she used long pelvic thrusts to drag his erect shaft up and down her sex.
Dipper broke the kiss, his eyes wild with desire. “Mabes!” he gasped. “... We can’t … We promised Stan-”
“We promised Stan … that we can’t do anything … that might make me pregnant,” Mabel panted, continuing to grind herself steadily against her lover. Her movements slowed, and she gazed at him adoringly. “There are other ways to do this,” she whispered, followed by a quick, hard kiss on the mouth. Then she released Dipper’s wrists and began sliding her way down. Peppering his chin, throat, neck, chest, and stomach with short kisses, causing Dipper to giggle and squirm with ticklishness.
As she passed his belly button and continued to work her way down, he felt her palm grasp his penis and it finally dawned on Dipper’s frazzled brain where Mabel was headed. At once his hands were at the sides of her head, gently but firmly insisting that she stop.
“Mabel …” he stammered, “... you don’t … you know, have to! I’m ...”
She looked at him with a coquettish smirk. “I know I don’t have to,dum-dum!” Her grin spread wider. “It’s myyyyyyyyyy pleasure!” She swirled her tongue tantalizingly around her lips as she gripped harder and pulled on his erection.
Dipper sucked in a breath from the stimulation, but pressed on. “No Mabel, really!” he said, a little louder. “That last time you did … I didn’t mean for it happen like tha-”
“Seriously, Brobro! Ancient history! Fuggetaboutit!” Mabel replied easily with a seductive smile. She resumed her task of jacking Dipper steadily and tilted her chin down, sticking her tongue into his navel and subtly pulling against Dipper’s grip on her head.
But Dipper couldn’t just allow the subject to drop. “Mabel, I’m serious!” he cried. “You don’t … I don’t want you to have to do this …” He battled against tears, caused by the bitter memories of the first Wednesday after their return to California in the fall. “I mean last time I … when I forced myself on you an-”
“Oh, no … no no Dipper!” Mabel interjected, all pretense of sexiness gone in the blink of an eye, replaced by loving concern. “No, no you didn’t mean to force anything!” She looked away for a second. “Yeah, it felt that way, and it wasn’t fun, but ... I don’t blame you anymore.” She pulled her body up as she spoke so that her chin rested on Dipper’s breast bone. “Honest! I haven't for a long time now. And truth is, I could’ve stopped you, and I know you would’ve stopped, but … I got all frozen up and stuff.” She shrugged, trying to be dismissive. “It happened! But it’s done. And I don’t want it to be a thing anymore.”
Dipper said nothing, obviously still upset and unsure. Crawling further up so that her eyes were looking down directly into his, Mabel placed her free hand on his cheek. “Hey!” she whispered with a sweet smile. “I know you’re sorry, so ... please don’t beat yourself up about it!” She gently kissed his lips. “I forgive you.”
A shuddering breath escaped Dipper’s lungs, and he wiped his face quickly. “I’m sorry!” he said quickly after an unsteady gasp. “It’s just … I guess we’ve never even mentioned any of this since that big fight, have we?”
Mabel shook her head sadly. “We have a lot of catching up to do.” She ran her fingers through Dipper’s tousled hair affectionately. “It’s really sweet of you to be all concerned about it. But I really am over it!” She lightly pecked his nose. “And I love you,” she said softly, kissing his lips slowly and lovingly. After their mouths parted with a quiet smack, Dipper gazed up at Mabel with grateful adoration. She smiled back warmly. “You okay now?”
“Yeah!” Dipper murmured back, relieved.
“Good!” Mabel replied suavely with a suggestive grin, eyebrows waggling dramatically. She again began stroking Dipper's length, and he gasped. She slithered her way back down his body, kissing his skin along the way before pausing again at his belly button. She looked up, and this time instead of resistance, Mabel got a look of awed anticipation from her brother. She flashed a delighted, crafty smile and a huge wink at him while extending her tongue into his cute tummy hole. She was rewarded with another sharp intake of breath, and her hand felt his penis jerk with renewed vigor. “Hmmmmmmm!” she purred. “I count two Dipsticks who seem to like what I’m doing!”
The shuddering exhale she got in reponse was an adorable combination of horniness and amused exasperation. Mabel giggled, quickly blew a kiss, and then scooted the rest of the way down to the bottom of bed. She hunched down on her knees between Dipper’s shaking legs, still focussing intently on his wide eyes.
Finally, she lowered her attention to her target.
Dipper’s penis wasn’t exactly a stranger to Mabel, but she wasn’t terribly familiar with it up close, either. On their birthday in Portland and the week that had followed, they’d made love many times, trying a few different positions for intercourse. Dipper also proved to be very naturally skilled at going down on Mabel. But for whatever reasons, Mabel’s experience with orally pleasuring Dipper was limited to only a few unsatisfactory attempts. And this was to be her first time trying it since the disastrous evening in early September, the day their new relationship together was nearly destroyed. Dipper’s unintentional actions had left Mabel feeling horribly violated. Now months later, his member was directly in front of Mabel’s mouth again.
And despite her assurances to Dipper moments before, she was not nearly as confident as she was trying to appear to be.
I’ll just get through this, she thought determinedly, not letting her worry affect her smiling facial muscles. I’m not going to let these dumb fears get in the way of our relationship!
Slowly, tantalizingly, Mabel puckered her lips and kissed the hooded knob, hearing a small gasp from Dipper. She tilted her head and kissed her way down his shaft on one side, placed a little peck on the ballsack, and then up the other side. She could have sworn that it looked a bit longer than in September, and maybe a touch thicker, too. Well of course, we’re both still growing, she thought, and obliquely wondered how big he would get. She continued to give attention to his length up and down, finishing with a collection of kisses right on the sensitive tip.
I’ll force myself to do this, and it’ll make Dipper happy! He has to like it. They say every guy likes it!
Sticking out her tongue, she gave the foreskin a lick, then another. She ducked her head and drew her tongue up from the base of the shaft all the way to the tip, like it was a popsicle. A soft groan came from above. Well I’m doing something right, she thought, repeating the motion. She crawled higher to enable access to either side of Dipper’s manhood, bathing the shaft in her saliva as she went. His curly hair has grown in thicker, she noticed as she continued to lap attention on every part of the organ.
When Dipper uses his mouth on me, it feels so wonderful! It’s only fair I do it for him in return. It’s worth it to do this for him, to pleasure him. He deserves to feel good.
Mabel opened her mouth wide, remembering to tuck her lips over her teeth, and lowered her mouth over the head of the penis. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she pushed down further. It’s not gross, it’s just skin, she thought. We just got out of the shower, so nothing is dirty about it. Running her tongue over the underside of the pole, she took as much as she could until his tip touched her tonsils. Gag reflex! Gag reflex! she panicked, then backed off quickly before her throat could convulse. Raising her head back up, Mabel directed some more saliva to the cause of lubrication, then went back down again.
Dipper won`t ever hurt me again. He’ll always be careful from now on, so it’ll be fine! And it’s really not so bad! I can totally see getting used to this. Eventually. Just gotta keep this smile on my face every time I pull off!
Gradually Mabel became more proficient at the skill of applying suction while withdrawing, and swirling with her tongue and lips as she pushed in. It’s like copying the way my hand strokes him, only wetter, she pondered. I bet it feels really good for him. At least I hope it does!
Over the next few minutes, she increased the speed of her motions, adding one hand to the action. Man, my jaw and neck are getting kinda sore! she thought. He should be close by now, shouldn’t he? Mabel slowed and lifted up, not quite pulling entirely off. She closed her lips around the head, forced the corners of her mouth up, and peered up to see how well Dipper was enjoying himself.
Dipper looked back at her, but it was not with a face she expected. There was no desire, no excitement in his expression. Instead, she saw … worry! And this made Mabel also realize that over the last few minutes he hadn’t been squirming or twitching with delight like he normally did when he was all worked up. Nor had he been making his cute aroused noises.
He knows! Mabel thought. Against her will, her eyes widened and her smile fell.
This was immediate confirmation for Dipper, and the muscles on his face instantly communicated to Mabel how he felt about her: intense sympathy, concern, protectiveness, even despair. He knows I’m not liking this! she thought. He’s upset! He shifted his arms, preparing to raise himself and sit up. He was undoubtedly going to stop her.
But this isn’t Dipper’s fault! He’s going to blame himself again! No, no. Poor Dip! The big goober, he can’t go through this again. I love him too much … too much to let him feel like that again! Quick, I need to let him know that this isn’t about him! I need him to know I LOVE him! Right now, Mabel! RIGHT BLEEPING NOW!!
These thoughts flashed through Mabel’s mind in a split second. In any normal circumstance, acting on her frantic urge to communicate her love to Dipper would have resulted in her flinging her arms around him while babbling any words of love and devotion that came to mind.
But this was not a normal circumstance, because at that moment her arms were wrapped around Dipper’s thighs, and the inside of her mouth was occupied by his penis.
Mabel’s instincts could not be suppressed, her need to prove to Dipper her powerful feelings for him would not be delayed. Her arms squeezed his legs tightly. Then as her eyes fluttered closed, a soft high-pitched sigh escaped as her mouth melted smoothly and tightly around his length, as if she were hugging and kissing all of him.
The reaction from Dipper was immediate. He groaned and gasped, and she felt his hips jerk slightly.
Oh, that’s better! thought Mabel with relief. She was desperate to feel it again, needed to feel that Dipper knew how much he was loved. Without another thought, she pulled her head back and repeated the passionate embrace and massage of his penis with her mouth, accompanied by a louder noise of growing happiness. Dipper’s moan was also louder, his pelvic thrust more pronounced His arms gave out, and he fell back to the mattress.
Oooooohh, yes that’s SO much better! Why is this so different now? What changed? This was now so natural, where just a moment ago it had felt uncomfortable. She hadn’t been herself before as she tried to please Dipper, she knew. It was like she was … a different person!
I was wearing my Mabel mask again! she realized. Mabel hadn’t consciously worn her “Mabel mask” for some time, not since the night she’d become furious with Dipper when he’d broken off their relationship the first time. It was a shield that she imagined for herself that she used to wear when she had to act the way others expected, the way she thought others wanted. When her true feelings had to remain hidden. Being in the role of wearing the mask had always felt tiring and stressful. It had caused her attempts to please Dipper to be dull, procedural, and soulless.
But now she knew that Dipper didn’t want the mask. He didn’t want her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Dipper wanted her! The real Mabel! He was obviously very turned on by what the real Mabel was doing!
And to her joy, she now realized the real Mabel was free of any fear or apprehension of Dipper, and of anything that had happened before. There was nothing to fear about loving him any way they pleased! Dipper loved her completely, and she loved him just as much in return. She truly wanted to do this for him!
With the barricades finally removed from her mind, Mabel had no thoughts of steeling herself, and dismissed any dumb “techniques” for oral stimulation. Sighing and whimpering with desire and love, she just let go and made love to Dipper, using her mouth.
For his part, Dipper didn’t know what caused the change in Mabel. He knew her better than anyone, and had suspected she was not comfortable with what she was doing. But whatever happened when he began to sit up, the difference was incredible! In a matter of seconds, his sister had somehow subtly switched from performing a cold and clinical blowjob, to something that may have looked pretty much the same, but felt mind-blowingly more erotic and passionate. This was not acting. This was genuine! Dipper knew Mabel’s heart and soul were into doing this for him now.
He had no control over the increasing volume and pitch of the groans he made with every labored breath. While her tongue, lips, soft palate, and even occasional brushes of teeth attacked his straining erection with delicious physical stimulation, he was emotionally toppled over by waves of love and empathy that somehow emanated from her.
Mabel adored every bit of her lover's helplessly aroused state. These cute little balls look so lonely! she gleefully thought, and like magic her fingertips were caressing the soft skin of the scrotum.
The combination of Mabel's mouth and the sensual tickling caused a convulsion in Dipper's lower body. His hips thrusted strongly in sync with his knees bending and straightening repeatedly, and his groans sounded like exquisite agony.
Suddenly Dipper was gasping rapidly. He gaped down with eyes huge from enormous sensations. “Oh shit!” he cried hoarsely. “Mabes!!”
For an instant, Mabel stopped and glanced up, a beautiful and unmistakably sincere smile somehow visible despite the fact her mouth was stuffed. Time stood still as their gazes locked, Dipper’s in shocked ecstasy, Mabel’s in total satisfaction. She felt his erection grow harder and thicker, quivering with built-up strain, and her fingers felt his testes pull up close to his body. Then she let her eyes close in contentment, engulfed Dipper’s penis deeply, and sucked and licked as hard as she could.
Dipper winced loudly in agonizing pleasure. His entire body went completely rigid as his penis erupted, projecting the first of several powerful spurts of warm semen into Mabel’s welcoming mouth.
The force and volume of the stream surprised Mabel, but she kept her lips sealed tight and pistoned the shaft one last time, slowly but firmly. More of the thick, salty fluid was firing into the back of her throat, and she relaxed her cheeks as her mouth quickly started to fill. Dipper cried out desperately, finally able to take a breath after three strong shots, and the adorableness of the sound almost made Mabel choke as she struggled to not laugh in delight.
The contractions quickly grew weaker in Mabel’s mouth, the pulses further apart, until she knew there would be no more seed to come. Carefully she pulled off and sat up on her knees, gathering her precious cargo on her tongue and in her cheeks. As she swished the viscous fluid around experimentally, she looked down to see her panting brother watching her in amazement.
Dipper’s expression grew even more disbelieving when, with a saucy wink, Mabel swallowed the entire sticky load down in one gulp. “MMMMMMmmmmmmmMM?” she hummed, taking a few deep breaths and smacking her lips. “That’s … not really all that bad!” she proclaimed matter-of-factly. Dipper could only gape dumbly. Mabel stroked his trembling thighs down to his knees. The saucy look spread to Mabel’s entire face. “I loved that,” she purred, “just like I love you.”
Struggling to regain his poise, Dipper weakly held Mabel’s hip in one palm and her face in the other as she leaned forward to her hands and knees over his stomach. “Ohmygod …” Dipper gasped, “... Mabel … I love you, too! …that was amazing! … ” Mabel hummed appreciatively and settled herself lower, holding herself up over her brother’s heaving chest, their skin brushing lightly across each other. “… But oh man … I can’t believe … you swallowed that!”
Mabel shrugged and crawled forward, sliding herself down to Dipper’s side. “It was no biggie!” she said smiling, snuggling in. “Can’t have you leaving your stuff all over my bed, can I Bro?” Dipper looked doubtful, and Mabel just had to mess with him. “Hey, I’ll have you know I’ve tasted and eaten a lot of weird stuff, man!” she stated proudly. “Dust, hair, bugs … stuff way jankier than your Hot Dippin’ Sauce!”
His incredulity at Mabel’s pun made Dipper blush, but he still couldn’t help but laugh. “Mabel!” he chuckled.
She pecked his temple. “But seriously, the taste was … just really different, okay? It was hot, and salty … a little sweet ... and kind of thick …” Mabel paused for a moment, then focused with a smug grin on dorky lover, “... kind of like you! That’s how I’ll describe it! Your Dippin’ Sauce tastes like Dipper!”
Dipper groaned pitifully, closing his eyes and knowing it wouldn’t be the last time he would be told how his semen tasted. Mabel cackled with joy and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled and tilted his head. She obliged the unspoken request and kissed him again, this time on the mouth.
As their lips slowly parted after the long and gentle kiss, Dipper’s face had fallen. He touched Mabel’s cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he whispered. “You said you were over it, but … you weren’t! I could tell. Why didn’t you want me to know how hard that was going to be for you?”
Mabel half-smiled in sympathy. “Because of you, dummy!” she whispered back. “I knew you’d never let me try it again if you didn’t think I was okay. And I really did want to do it again, to prove to myself I could get over it.” Her smile bloomed to cover her entire face. “And as soon as I stopped thinking of your thing as a thing, and that it was just you …” she shrugged happily, “... ka-POOF!! End of brain cramp! I really did get over it!”
“You’re sure?” Dipper asked, considerate and cautious as ever.
“I’m sure,” she replied quietly. “It’ll never be hard for me again.” Another snarky grin formed on her face, and she fingerwalked her hand across Dipper’s skin down to his groin. “Unlike this …” she teased, grabbing her brother’s deflated tool, making him snort uncontrollably, “... which I demand be hard for me as much as possible!”
Dipper squirmed and laughed even harder, begging Mabel to stop tickling him. When he finally had his breathing back under control, he rolled over on top of his lover, kissing and nuzzling her all over her face and neck while caressing her arms, ribs, and breasts with his hands. She enjoyed the attention, relaxing and humming at the wonderful feeling of Dipper’s warm skin and soft lips all over her. Her breath caught when he moved down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, and she whined with increasing desire as he lavished the attention of his mouth on both of her breasts.
But when Dipper’s tongue dropped down to Mabel’s stomach, she felt her apprehension to where this was leading, similar to her brother’s concerns earlier. “Dipper …” she pleaded goofily, holding his hair to keep him still.
“Seriously?” said Dipper, legitimately confused. “C’mon, I want to do this for you!”
Mabel reddened. “I know, but … maybe you should … just wait until …” Her voiced trailed off, clearly embarrassed to explain further.
Dipper’s confounded face made it clear he didn’t understand what the problem was, forcing Mabel to reluctantly go on. “It’s been a pretty long time since I’ve … you know ... “ she blushed again, “... trimmed the hedges, so to speak …”
Understanding flashed across Dipper’s face, followed by more confusion. “Wait, what … is that it? That’s all that’s bothering you?”
“Well … yeah …cause I was feelin’ all poopy the last few months, I didn’t feel like doing the shaving thing,” she whined. “And now … it’s a real big garden of flipping dental floss down there!”
“Pfft! Mabel, I don’t care about that!” Dipper said with easy dismissal. “Every part of you is perfect! You look beautiful, you feel beautiful …” a sneaky finger had found its way lower down and started lazily tracing down Mabel’s outer lips, making Mabel gasp, “... and I want to make sure you still taste beautiful!” He smiled bashfully. “Please?”
Mabel couldn’t help but melt for her brother’s sappy brand of sexy. Her hands lost their will to hold Dipper’s hair, and her legs parted easily.
“Leapin’ Leggy P. in a Pod! ” Mabel gasped heavily, brushing a lock of her hair away from her sweat-soaked forehead. “You got a totally talented tongue, young man!”
Dipper crawled up to Mabel’s side, his mouth tired and wet but smiling in happiness. “It was my pleasure, m’lady!”
Mabel threw her arms around Dipper as he collapsed beside her, and they held each other tightly as they shared another long, passionate kiss. Her breathing slowly returned to normal, and they relaxed in each other’s arms, their noses touching, gazing lovingly at one another.
“I love you,” they both murmured in unison, triggering twin smiles of contentment. Then they pulled each other even closer, pressed their cheeks together, and squeezed with their entire bodies as hard as they could. They both loved the closeness they felt from sharing their “not-so-awkward-sibling-hug” together.
After they finally released their grip on each other, Mabel shivered. “I kinda forgot how cold it is up here,” she said, leaning over to grab a blanket off the floor. Pulling it up over them, she fell back next to Dipper and snuggled. “I need warming up!”
“I think this is how we got started!” Dipper snickered, but returned the snuggle regardless. “But really, we can’t stay here like this too much longer. Stan’s probably going to be back any time now.”
They hugged quietly for a long moment. Then Mabel broke the silence. “Dipper?”
“Hmm?” Dipper grunted back easily.
Mabel paused for a heartbeat, then continued carefully. “Why did you cut me off when I was going to explain to Grunkle Stan about your … belief? That God will let us stay together?”
Dipper tensed, then relaxed again. “Oh … that,” he mumbled. “I don’t know … you know how Stan is, he doesn’t believe in anything. I just …” He shrugged, looking down. “... I just know he wouldn’t understand. I’m not sure that I understand! It was … I guess it’s just easier to not have to try to explain it to him, that’s all,” he finished morosely.
“He’s the only one who knows about us, Dipper,” Mabel said softly. “He may not like everything that we’ve done, but he’s supported us through all of this.” She ran her fingers through Dipper’s hair. “He loves us! And he knows everything else. Why not tell him this?”
“I know he loves us, but … he already thinks I’m weird, Mabel!” he grumbled defensively. “I’m a scrawny, weak little nerd, and I’m in love with my sister! And you want him to find out that I believe that the Flying Spaghetti Monster is protecting us from anyone finding out about us?” Dipper rolled over onto his back. “I just think this would make me look even worse.”
Mabel was saddened to see Dipper’s feelings of inferiority, and believed that Stan could help him with that. She decided to try one more time. “I don’t … I don’t want to have to lie to him, that’s all,” she said quietly.
Dipper exhaled impatiently. “You don’t have to lie, Mabel, you just … don’t have to explain everything, either. If he wants to hear more, let me handle it. I’ll think of something that will satisfy him.” He looked at her directly. “C’mon, please?”
She reluctantly nodded, and Dipper hugged her. She returned the hug, but he felt a split-second hesitation, and he released her. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Mabel bit her lip. “Nothing’s wrong.”
Dipper squinted. “Mabel?” he asked more seriously.
Huffing in frustration, Mabel sat up and swiped at the wetness that formed in her eyes. “How do you always know when I’m being a crybaby?”
“Cause I know you better than anyone,” Dipper replied quickly, sitting up beside Mabel and placing his hand on her leg. “Now ... what did I do? Did I say something wrong?”
“No,” Mabel said timidly. “Just … I just got scared for a second, that’s all.”
Dipper gripped his sister’s shoulders and leaned close to her face. “Tell me … please.”
Mabel waved her hand. “It was just a dumb thought that crossed my mind. Forget it!”
But Dipper remained in front of Mabel, holding her tight, not letting her drop the subject. Giving in, she drew a deep breath. “It was just that you don’t want to tell Grunkle Stan everything … and that it seems so easy for you … I thought …” she took another unsteady breath, “... I just wondered if you could ever do that … if you could ever lie like that … to me!” she whimpered as a tear rolled down her cheek.
“Oh Mabel no!” Dipper gasped. Looking like he’d been punched in the stomach, he lunged to Mabel’s mouth and kissed her franticly, a sob gathering in his chest until he couldn’t hold it in any longer. The cry burst out and he held her tightly. “Oh God, Mabel … I would never do that to you!” he wept. “You’re the only one on earth that … that I could never lie to!” He squeezed even tighter, burying his face in his lover’s neck. “Please … you have to believe me, Mabel!” he sobbed quietly.
Hearing and feeling Dipper’s despair easily pulled Mabel from her doubts. She cursed her feelings, making her think that her soulmate would be ever be capable of betraying her. She cried openly now, but in relief instead of worry. “Ah Dipper, I do believe you! I’m such a jerky jerkface!” she sobbed as she hugged back. “I love you! I’m so sorry!”
“I love you too,” Dipper whispered. “I love you … so much!”
The cold air didn’t matter any longer. All that mattered was comforting and being there for each other. For several minutes, the twins just held each other securely. They felt like they could have remained there all day.
But the sound of a car pulling up the driveway outside signalled that Stan had returned from town. Suddenly they realized that neither of them wanted their uncle to find them naked together in bed. They giggled awkwardly and bolted off the bed to locate clean clothes, dressed quickly, and hurried down the stairs before Stan reached the door.
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