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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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13 When Will I See You Again?
Friday morning, early, Dipper woke up and felt for Mabel. She wasn’t there. Oh, yeah, she had told him the afternoon before that he in order to avoid temptation she had decided to sleep down in Ford's old place, now the guest room. And yet he had woken with morning wood and had already started to touch himself—
No, wait! Wendy would be coming home today. And he didn’t want to waste an ejaculation when before nightfall he and she would, he hoped, be . . . together. He got out of bed, went to the window, and looked out over the forest. An overcast day, foggy, the trees dulled to a gray-green. He touched the glass. Cold day, too, probably in the thirties, not freezing but not warm. The trees were still, not a pine needle moving, so at least the wind had died down.
He pulled on his shorts, jeans, and tee shirt and opened the door and immediately jumped in shock.
“GOOD MORNING!” yelled Mabel, just outside the door. “Big day, Dipper! Where you going, huhhhh?”
“Uh—breakfast,” he said.
“Nuh-uh! To the showers, brobro! Tootty sweet!”
“Mabel, let me eat breakfast first and then—”
“Wendy’s gonna be here today! I don’t want you to meet her with a stinky cock! Get your ass in the shower. I got some shampoo and conditioner for your hair! All your hair, upstairs and down! But first I want you to shrink me down for an up-close inspection. I’ll give you a spot depilatory treatment wherever you’re starting to sprout stubble.”
“Sis, I’ve got kind of a problem—“
“Yeah, I know, big old stiffy, but never mind, I’m gonna control my urges. I got the cotton swabs, I got the depilatory cream, you strip and lay down—use the same towel you dropped on the floor there, and then before Wendy gets to the Falls, we’re gonna do laundry! Don’t stand there, strip, lay down, and shrink your sister!”
He did, and once she was only a foot tall, she complimented his erection: “Wendy’s gonna love this, brobro! But remember, if you shoot your load the second she touches it, you’re gonna disappoint your crush. Yeah, from this close I can see your brush is already growing back. Open your legs wide. I’m gonna start on your upper thighs and ball sac, then get the sides and last of all your cock. Don’t wiggle, and it’ll go faster.”
After a quarter of an hour it was done, and Dipper enlarged her again. “Now,” she said, “we let the stuff do its work, and in a few minutes, we’ll go downstairs to the big shower and I’ll make sure you’re whistle-clean."
“Would you put your clothes on?” Dipper groaned.
“What’s the sense in that? I’ll just have to strip again to shower with you! Come on, Dip, just because I’m all nudey-nude doesn’t mean you have to look at my beautiful big soft boobs or my enticing pink pussy!”
“Yeah,” he said, turning on his side away from her. What are you doing?”
“Just patting your butt cheeks, broster. Ni-i-ice and firm. Wendy’s gonna love grabbing these love pads when she’s got your boner deep inside her pussy!”
“Mabel—”
“Okay, I’ll shut up. I’m just excited for you, Dip! I don’t guess you’d consider inviting her here and letting me hide in the closet and watch while you two are doing the nasty?”
“What would she think?” Dipper said. “She’d never even speak to me again.”
“Don’t get yourself down, Dip. Okay, it’s time. Let’s go and take a friendly platonic shower and I’ll make sure you’re starting the day smelling sweet.”
God, it was so hard—in both senses of the word—to soap up with Mabel, to let her shampoo his hair and his private area, to feel her hands as she rinsed the foam and the remnants of stubble away, to feel her tits nudge against him as they maneuvered in the shower enclosure. He reached out and massaged her boobs, and she let him for a few seconds, but then she said firmly, “Nuh-uh! Tell you what, after you have your Wendy adventure, when we’re alone together, we’ll go to bed, and you can give me a blow-by-blow account of how it went and maybe we can do a re-enactment. Come on, I’m as horny as you are, but I’m controlling my urges!”
Somehow he got through that, got into fresh clothes, and after Mabel started a load of laundry, they sat down to breakfast. The phone interrupted, and Dipper fumbled it, thinking it was Wendy telling him she was on the way, but no, it was Dad just checking in.
He was feeling so well that he was putting in his first full eight-hour day working from home, Mom had avoided re-infection, and though they were still sheltering in place, at home all was well. Dipper assured him that the valley remained virus-free, and Dad hung up after reminding them to give Mom a call on Sunday afternoon.
Then, just half-past eight, the phone rang again, and this time—“Wendy!” Dipper said. “Are you on the way?”
“No, Dip,” she said, and his heart sank. But then she laughed. “I’m in Gravity Falls already! I managed to sneak off a whole lot earlier than I’d first planned! So what’s the deal, man? You want me to come to the Shack, or do you want to spend some time with me in my house?”
“Um, wait, wait—hey, Mabel!”
“I’m right here! Sheesh!”
“Mabel, Wendy’s home, not home, but I mean she’s already in Gravity Falls she wants to know whether to come here to the Shack or me to go to her house I don’t know what to do we'd like privacy can you like go visit Stan all day?”
“You’re talking like a sped-up recording, but I think I got some of that,” Mabel said. “Give me the phone.”
Dipper handed it over, and she said, “Wen? Hey, it’s me, Mabel, talking on Dipper’s phone to you. Listen, he’s flipped out and his word-maker’s busted. Would it be okay if you came by and picked him up and took him home with you? Super! How long? Okay, I’ll sober him up and pack a bag for him. You, too! Later!”
“I wanted to talk to her!” Dipper complained.
“And you will. She’ll be here in ten minutes, Dipdop. Let’s pack your toothbrush and a change of clothes. SHE'LL come and give you a ride to her house, and then she’ll give you a different kind of ride and you’ll BOTH cum, hey-yo! Calm down. She won’t bite, you know. Well, maybe she will, but you’ll enjoy it.”
Mabel broke out Stan’s old duffel bag—it was a shabby, sun-bleached olive-drab and still had a faint, much-faded yellow stencil on the side that read Distrito Penitenciario Ciudad Santiva Colombia. “I didn’t know gruncle Stan went to Columbia University!” she said. “He must’ve majored in Spanish! I forget, what’s Santiva?”
"Don't know," Dipper fibbed. Once Stan had told the twins that the stencil meant “Santiva City YMHA,” but Dipper had looked up “penitenciario” and it didn’t mean YMHA.
Anyway, the duffel was big enough to use for a couple of extra pairs of Dipper’s undershorts, socks, and clean jeans and tee shirt. While Mabel was packing, Dipper brushed his teeth and hair, shaved—nicking his chin once, not badly—and then brushed his teeth a second time and used lots of mouthwash.
And then they heard someone knocking on the gift-shop door. “Shit!” Dipper said. “We left the door bolted!”
He and Mabel clattered down the stairs side by side and practically stuck together in the doorway. Dipper reached the door first and threw the bolt. A grinning Wendy, wearing Dipper's old pine-tree cap ane her face red from the chilly air, opened the door—she had her own key, of course—and stepped in. “Whoo, long drive! Hey, hey, Dip!”
She laughed as Dipper embraced her as though he would never again let go of her. Wendy put her hands on his cheeks and came in for a lingering kiss.
Mabel, watching, said, “Jeeze, Dipper, go ahead and pop your foot, you know you want to!”
He didn’t, but when they broke the kiss, he stood holding both her hands in his and just staring at her face, his expression completely dazzled. “I—I’m so—you look so good, Wendy!”
“Thanks, you’re kinda impressive yourself,” she said. She pulled him close to her and stood nose to nose with him. “Hey, Mabes, who’s taller?”
“Let me see. Huh. You two are exactly the same height, near as I can tell! Way to grow, Dipper!”
“We’re just the right size for each other, dude! Hey, you ready to go?”
“Yeah!” Dipper said.
Mabel waved her arms. “Broseph! Here, your overnight bag. And wear your jacket!”
Wearing one of her thickest flannel jackets herself, Wendy nodded. “That’s a good idea, Dude. It’s damp and cold out here, just three degrees above freezing. Lucky I’ve already been home and the heat’s on there.”
Flustered, Dipper put his arm in the wrong sleeve of his jacket, and a tsk-tsking Mabel took it off and put it on him and zipped it. Then she patted his back and said to Wendy, “Take care of my little boy. He’s just so helpless.”
“Come on, Dip,” Wendy said, taking his hand.
The cold outside air helped to clear his head. “I’m being an asshole,” he said.
She laughed. “No, just a dork. Just a little bit. Throw the duffel in the backseat and get in. I’m itching to get you alone.”
Dipper scrambled into the Jeep. “Let’s go.”
“Seatbelt, dude.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Wendy started the engine. “Like my ride?”
“Yeah! Uh, what is it?”
“A Jeep, man! Four-wheel-drive, good mechanical condition, and the heater works. Hang on, I’m in a hurry!”
Just a few minutes later they pulled into the driveway to the Corduroy house. “Nobody here?” he asked.
“Just us, man. My dad and bros are working on an emergency logging job, cleaning up after a big windstorm up north. It's a great contract for Dad, but it'll take, like, weeks. They won’t be home for probably a month. Come on, get your bag and let’s get out!”
A low fire burned in the living-room fireplace. Wendy put a couple of new logs on it. “This is more for atmosphere,” she told him. “Dad put in central air and heating couple of years ago. Remember where my bedroom is?”
“Oh, yeah.”
She put her arm around his waist. “Then what are we waiting for?”
They made it to her room and kissed and hugged again. Then Wendy stepped back. “It’s so good to have you here, Dip,” she said. “All those pics we exchanged—I’m way wound up.”
“Me, too,” Dipper admitted, his voice shaking a little.
“Let’s get comfortable,” Wendy said, unzipping his jacket and taking it off him. She tossed it into a chair. Then she pulled his long-sleeved red tee shirt over his head, and then his undershirt.
“Mm,” she said, running her cool hands over his skin. “You’ve got hair on your chest now. Love these abs! Very manly.” Stooping, she licked his nipples the way Mabel had advised.
Shivering, Dipper groaned.
"Just a preview, man," Wendy whispered as she reached down to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans.
He took hold of her wrists. “Wen, I’m—I’m so excited. Horny, I mean. I’m afraid I won’t last very long—”
“We’re not gonna do it just once,” she murmured. “No sweat, man. First time’s for you. Just for my Big Dipper.” She unbuttoned and removed her own jacket and put it on the same chair. “Here, let’s make it fair. Take off my shirt for me.”
He did and caught his breath. “Wow. Your breasts are—they look—I mean in person, so beautiful—”
“Thanks, man,” Wendy said, reaching behind her to undo her bra and shrugging it off. “Hey, I did some growing of my own, you know! If you like my boobs, you can touch ‘em.”
He did, cupping them and massaging therm. The nipples grew stiff under his attention. Dipper bent to nuzzle and suck them.
“Mm! Feels so good, Dipper,” she whispered. “But we can both feel better. Here, straighten up just a minute.”
She had him kick off his sneakers, then pushed his jeans and shorts down. His erection jutted out stiffly, and she smiled. “For me, man? Nice present! Okay, you sit on the here on the edge of the bed, and I’ll give you a little show.”
He did. She took off shoes and socks and then did a lazy sort of limited dance-step, humming as she slowly unzipped her jeans and wriggling as she pushed them down. Her panties were a pale pink, almost sheer, and he could see her red pubic strip and the camel-toe outline of her pussy very clearly. She came close, making Dipper spread his knees. “Take ‘em off for me,” she whispered.
Dipper pulled the panties down and then pressed his face into her soft tummy. “I love you,” he said.
“Same back at you. Lay down, man. I want me some of that dick!”
She stretched out next to him, and he groaned. “Uh, don’t, you know, I mean no blow job, please. I couldn’t take it.”
“Okay, man, I understand. Listen, since this is our first time, will you let me drive? I mean can I take the lead and maybe tell you what I want to do?”
He nodded. “Whatever makes you feel good, Wen. Just tell me.”
“Good. I’m playing with my pussy, Dip. Wanna give me a hand?”
He couldn’t even speak, but reached down to finger her wet, slippery slit. “Good,” Wendy whispered. “You can tell I’m ready, but I want to make sure I can fit you in. Here, I’m gonna get on top for this first time.” She did, first sitting on his upper thighs, with his jutting erection just in front of her pussy.
She grasped his dick and began to rub the head up and down her slit. He shivered.
“I love you, Dipper,” Wendy whispered. “Now I’m going to put it inside me. You hang on as long as you can, but don’t worry about me this time. I’m gonna fuck you real slow. We’ll take our time. If it gets too much and you shoot, don’t even apologize, it doesn’t matter to me. I’ll get my turn later. All right, here we go.” She took a firmer hold of his dick and kept her eyes on his face as she raised up on her knees, edged forward, and then pulled his cock upright so she could settle her pussy down on it.
Dipper had to close his eyes. He felt her hot pussy opening and slowly slipping down over his shaft, so tight, so slippery, so exciting. He felt her lean forward, and when he opened his eyes, her face was right over him, and she supported herself with her hands and arms, but bent so low that her nipples blushed his chest. “I love you,” he said helplessly as he embraced her. “Oh, Wendy—”
“Can you feel this?”
She was very slowly fucking him, gently and at each stroke squeezing him with her pussy.
He nodded and reached up to pull her tight against him. He put his hands way down on the upward swell of her buttocks and felt her muscles flexing. She pressed her mouth against his and they kissed open-mouthed, hungrily.
Now she sped up her movements. She raised up again to smile down at him. “Okay so far?”
“It’s so good. Is it good for you?”
“I’m fuckin' lovin’ it, man. You’ve got the best dick ever! You can move now if you want. Just push up all the way inside me when I tell you—now." She gasped. "Aw, fantastic, man! That’s it. So nice when we’re in step with each other! Now fuck me, Dip. I’m all yours. Let’s push it through to the big finish. Faster now. Jeeze, you’re so big! I love the way you feel in my pussy. Ahh, I’m getting close. Can you hold out just a little longer?”
“I’ll try,” he said. She pressed down on him again, and he could feel her heart pounding hard against him. Now her fucking became faster, harder. Her pussy muscles rippled, urging him on. And then he felt her clench down and heard her gasp—
And he yipped as he came, hard, shooting a strong eruption of semen deep into her.
“Yeah, go!” Wendy yelled. “Aw, I can feel your cum jetting inside me! It’s so fuckin' incredible!”
For a moment she collapsed on him, loose and breathing hard, and he hugged her so tightly—and then she rolled to the side and his deflating dick slipped out of her pussy’s grip. “Fabulous ride, Dip! And I finished together with you! Now I wanna do a little—” she swung her legs off the bed and sat down with her butt toward the pillow—“taste test. Mind if I clean you up?”
“No, it’s—but you don’t have to—”
“I WANT to.” She adjusted her position and then began to lick his dick, cleaning the cum off and—he could hear it—swallowing it. “Not bad,” she murmured, smacking her lips. “Bet it’s crazy tasty when fresh and hot from your dick!”
“That felt so incredible.”
“Yeah, pretty amazing for me, too, even better than I'd hoped! Now let’s just lay her together for a few minutes. Catch me up on everything.”
So he told her about the pandemic down in California, and how his mom had a light case and then his dad a worse one, and how they were better now, but gruncle Stan had told them that Gravity Falls had escaped the virus, and so he and Mabel were here for the whole summer. “Mabel’s nearly done with her last online course of the semester, I’m all through with mine. And if our grades are good,” he finished, “I’m thinking about trying to get a full-time job with Soos and move here permanently while I wrap up my degree online.”
“Mabes okay with that?”
“I think she will be. She’s still wanting an epic summer romance. This could be the year! But how about you? Catch me up on you and your family and everything here in the Falls.”
“Not a whole lot to tell,” she said. “I finished college, pretty good average, but with this damn pandemic, the job market sucks. Like I told you, my dad and brothers are still logging, that big clean-up job up north, but my dumb brother Marcus came down with the plague, and Dad ordered me to drive up and take care of him. Between you and me, he was well like five days ago, but I had to hang on until I could slip away. Anyhow, I’ve been so lonely. Robbie and Tambry are still hooked up but busy, my old crew’s scattered, ‘cept for Thompson, and he’s running the Multiplex and he got married—you don’t know her. I miss the fun times we had. Remember the convenience store?”
“Sometimes when I have nightmares,” he said. "Hey, that hippie-girl outfit you wore to Woodstick! Remember that?"
"Yeah, and Robbie and Tambry got together and I was so mad at first! Oh, man, the swimming pool when we were lifeguards . . .."
They talked for a few more minutes, lazily kissing and caressing, until Wendy glanced down. “Look at that, man! You got wood again! Lucky there’s a lumberjill here to take care of you.”
“Would you let me—”
Wendy put a finger against his lips. “Shh. You don’t ask for stuff, go for it. If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you straight up. If I do, then just go on with whatever you’re thinking.”
“Okay. Okay.” He urged her onto her back and then kissed his way down her neck, gave both boobs tender loving attention, licked down past her navel, and she caught on and parted her thighs.
“It’s fine with me,” she whispered, ruffling his hair. “But you came down there not long ago!”
“Mm,” he said, and to prove that it didn’t make any difference to him, he started to eat her out.
“Well now, that’s another talent I didn’t know you had!” she said, arching her back. “Let me move my butt back—there, that’s great! You’re doing fine on your own, so I’m not gonna give you any advice on this one!”
He felt her beginning to undulate, moving her hips in time to his lips and tongue, and she whimpered a little. “You’re so good at this!” she said. And a moment later she asked, “Why’d you stop? I’m nearly at my limit, man!”
Looking up from her pussy, he raised his eyebrows. “Sixty-nine?”
“Hah!” Wendy said. “You got it, dude. You can even be on top! Get that dick up here!”
He quickly reversed and felt Wendy stretch her lips over his dick. He started to eat her out again, upside-down this time, and paid a lot of attention to her clit and the slippery spot just in front of it.
Wendy popped his dick out of her mouth and said, “Dude! Little favor! When you feel like you’re gonna cum soon, signal me. Like pinch my bottom!”
“Here?” Dipper asked, noticing that Wendy’s butt cheeks had little patterns of freckles, which meant that she must sunbathe in a bikini—he tweaked the flesh on the undercurve of her left buttock.
“Yeah, but you can do it harder. I don’t mind if you shoot in my mouth, but I want a few seconds of warning. And I wanna cum, too, remember! Let’s get back to the fun stuff!”
She sucked his dick, he licked her pussy, nibbled delicately on her frilly inner labia, and when she was beginning to thrust against him, he pinched her ass as she had asked. Ow! Wendy suddenly squeezed his dick near the balls, hard, and that shut off his impending orgasm. He understood—she wasn’t there yet. He pulled her clit into his pursed lips and started working it rapidly with his tongue.
Wendy now was jerking all over and humming “Mmmn! Ummmm!” She quivered with an unmistakable orgasm and then kept the head of his dick in her mouth and sucked and tongued it until he pinched her again, but she didn’t stop him this time, and he shot his load.
He rolled off her and sat up. She was coughing a little. “Are you all right?” he asked.
“Fine!” she said, a little drop of cum flowing down over her chin. “I got it down! Most of it! But I think some of it shot so hard that it like went up into my nose.”
With his thumb, he gently wiped away the drop of sperm. “You have a little something right—oh, God!”
Wendy had taken his thumb into her mouth and was sucking it around a gleaming-lipped smile. “Love me some fresh warm cum,” she said. Then she licked her lips. “You taste pretty damn good, Mr. Pines!”
He laughed. “Please don’t call me that! It makes me feel like gruncle Stan!”
“Yeah, you’re like him in some ways.”
Before he could stop himself, Dipper blurted out, “You didn’t—with Stan—I mean—”
She shut him up with a kiss. “You doofus,” she said fondly. “No, I never fucked Stan. Didn’t suck him off, either. What I mean was you’ve got these broad shoulders on you now, and you’re not afraid of anything.”
“I wish I wasn't. Truth is, I’m afraid of so many things,” he confessed.
“Not the important things,” she told him, gazing into his eyes. “That’s how Stan beat Bill Cipher, you know. Hell, EVERYONE was scared of Bill. He flat-out terrified me! But Ford told me the whole story once Stan remembered it. Ford had told Stan that he couldn’t fool Bill unless he cleared his mind. So Stan imagined he was sitting in the Shack, relaxing, and when Bill came in, Stan slammed and locked the door and trapped him.”
Dipper remembered a time when Gideon had made a deal with Bill to steal the deed to the Shack. “I met gruncle Stan in the mindscape once,” he said. “He told me that there you can do anything just by thinking about it hard enough.”
“Yeah. Well, Stan kept his cool. I mean, even Ford was scared of Bill. But Stan just sat there in his imaginary chair and when Bill showed up, he told him off and then set fire to the room and punched Bill out. Took guts to do that, Dipper. And you’ve got guts to go up against spooks and monsters and whatever.”
“If I just had a little more confidence,” Dipper said with a weak smile.
“Dude, by the time we two get through a few more rounds, you’re gonna have more confidence than you can stand!”
They broke for a little lunch—just canned soup and a couple of grilled-cheese sandwiches—and then went back to bed. They got under the quilt and touched and kissed for a long time. Dipper said, “You must be really tired. You had to get up at like one or two in the morning to get to the Falls as early as you did.”
“I don’t feel sleepy,” she said. “I feel kind of pepped up. Where you going, Dip?”
“I’ve got to visit your boobs,” he said.
She rolled on to her back and beneath the cover, he started to love up her tits and nips again. She hugged him and squirmed happily as he zeroed in on her areolas and nipples, the unfamiliar strong tingling that had come with their increase in size definitely getting her ready again.
After some time, she tossed back the quilt. “Want to get in the saddle, Big Dipper?” she asked. “You on top, me on the bottom, and this time you do whatever you want down there? Man, I love the feel of your dick inside my pussy! Let’s see what those old-timey missionaries knew!”
He settled between her legs. Though now they were both completely bare, the house really wasn’t all that cold. Dipper supported himself on his knees and his left arm and used his right hand to seize his shaft and rub the taut head of his dick up and down Wendy’s slit, once more wet and delightfully slippery.
“Kiss me as you put it in,” she murmured.
He came in for the kiss as he pressed forward and down. When they broke the kiss, she smiled up at him. “I guess I must love you, Dipper Pines!”
“I’ve always loved you,” he said. “From that day when you showed us your roof hideaway and I watched you ride the trees down. I don’t know why, but I fell in love right at that movement. You feel so warm and tight.”
She squeezed his dick with her pussy. “And you feel so warm and hard! Ease up your weight and let me change position just a little.”
He did, and she rolled her ass toward him. He put his arms around her thighs and began to plow. “Look what I can do,” Wendy said. Giggling, she put her long legs around him and thigh-hugged him tight—but she also reached down and grabbed handfuls of his butt. “Gotcha!” she said.
“Never let me go,” he said.
“Oh, shut up with the lovey-dovey crap and fuck me hard!”
This time for Dipper it was like riding a bucking bronco. Wendy, never loosening her grip on him, rolled her hips and ground her pubis against his, her sleepy eyes half-closed, a lewd smile on her face.
“Rougher?” he croaked.
“Try me!”
He began really to pound her then. Remembering how she had gyrated earlier, he started to work his hips in a tight circular motion. Wendy said in a husky voice, “God, yeah, stir me up good! Oh, yeah!”
She moaned wordlessly and then at the same moment they both came hard, though Dipper’s load had diminished since their first time. Again Wendy clutched him close and said, “Don’t pull out. Just stay on top of me and inside of me. Love the feel of your dick relaxing, man.”
She had hooked her legs over Dipper’s, and she wouldn’t stop caressing and massaging his back and butt. “I don’t want this to end. Not ever,” he whispered.
“It’s so good, man. You and me, we’re great together. Wanna know something? You’re the first guy who I ever had who wanted me to cum every time! That’s so refreshing!”
“Well, you know what they say,” Dipper told her with a smile. “The lady always comes first!”
“Ha! Not all that many guys would say that. The girls I know, most of ‘em tell me they have to fake cumming like more than half the time. I’ve done that myself a time or two, but I won't do it ever with you, Dip. We got the real goods.”
Eventually he rolled off her and they lay on their backs, both sated, both happy and a little sex-dazed, holding hands. “What are we gonna do this summer?” Wendy asked. “I mean, Dad and the boys will be back like in a few weeks, like May 15 at the latest. This house is already too small for them and me! And the Shack will be full with Soos, Melody, and their kids, along with Abuelita and you and Mabel. We need us a place to rendezvous, dude!”
“Are you gonna work at the Shack this summer?” Dipper asked.
Wendy shrugged. “Kinda doubt it. With the pandemic and all, tourists will be like non-existent, and the locals will get tired of the place after a while. But if Soos needs me and asks me, fine.”
“I’ll be volunteer help,” Dipper said. “About privacy, um. This may be too scary to mention, but there’s the Bunker.”
Wendy shivered. “And the Shapeshifter. God, that voice! Like Luke Skywalker and the Joker had an evil baby!”
“He’s gone,” Dipper said. “Gruncle Ford tried to give him one last chance to change his ways, but he turned into first Bill Cipher and then McGucket and tried to fight his way out, so Ford had to disintegrate him. There aren’t any frozen specimens left down there. I think if we stay in the entry room and then Emergency Shelter A—I don’t think you and I saw that room the first time we were there—we’ll be all right. Ford shielded those areas against intruders and especially mole men.”
“Mole men, dude?”
“You don’t want to know. Anyhow, I’ve been back and found the Shelter A. The main part's about the size of a motel room. It’s got a bed, a bookshelf, a small closet, and its own toilet and shower. In the corner there's a mini stove and refrigerator. We could live there for days at a time, and nobody could find us.”
“’Cept Ford and Mabel and Soos!” Wendy said with a snort.
“Soos won’t go near the Bunker. I asked Ford three or four years ago about it, and he said, ‘That was my fortress of solitude away from Bill. I don’t need it now, so I plan to let it molder away quietly.’ Anyhow, the shelter room can be locked from the inside. I think we could be safe slipping away there now and then.”
“Let’s check it out one day,” Wendy said. She turned her head slightly. “Not today, though. Hear that? It’s started to rain.”
Dipper glanced at the window. Heavy drops wriggled down it, and the metal roof of the Corduroy house gave out a rhythmic clatter. “Raining pretty hard,” Dipper said.
“Yeah.” Wendy reached over to rub his chest. “I love that sound. Always makes me horny.”
“Ready for another round?” Dipper asked, turning toward her.
“I could be talked into it,” she said with her green eyes half-lidded and a smile on her lips.
He rolled into the saddle and found she was already open to the possibilities. This time he glided right in, and still inserted, he tugged her around so he could stand on the floor and still fuck her.
“Stand-up missionary? Never done it this way,” Wendy said. “But if you’re up to it, cut loose!”
Standing and gripping her upper thighs let him explore her deeply and move as hard and fast as he wanted. She tried to keep up, but her face clenched on pleasure, her fists on the sheet, and she started to whimper in pleasure. Without warning, Dipper stopped, backed, and made her flip over onto her stomach. Then his cock rammed back into her pussy. “Do you like this?”
“Could—AHHH!—get to love it!” she said. "Yeah, fuck me rough!"
“You know, this would feel better if you had one of those remote-controlled clit stimulators in the right place.”
“I don’t know what that is, but I WANT it!”
Dipper persuaded her to stand, too, her butt against him, his dick fully inside her, and he did her doggy-style, encouraging her to rub her own clit.
When she came, it seemed to be her best time yet. Her knees almost gave way, she threw her head way back, and she groaned, “DON’T STOP HOLY FUCK!”
Her whole body went limp, she gasped for air, and he rolled her back onto the bed. Wth a few orgasms under his belt, Dipper had managed to hold off his own climax. Then, his dick still hard, he got between her thighs and put his cock head just into her slit.
She gazed up at him with wide green eyes. “Jeeze! You—you’re not kidding? You can—still go?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Cause I’m a fuckin’ Pines!”
With a happy gurgling laugh, she hooked her legs around him, her heels against his butt, and started to fuck him hard. He could hear the excited, slurching sounds of flesh on wet flesh, the drumming of the rain, Wendy’s wordless, ecstatic groans, and the pounding of his own heart.
This time was different from all the ones with Mabel, all the other ones with Wendy. She wanted wild sex, rough sex, and he did his best to deliver. She reached out at one point and grabbed the sheet on both sides, screaming “YEAHHH, FINISH ME OFF!”
When she clenched in a furious, thrashing, sexy climax, he finally shot his load—how many that day?—and pulled out of her. He kissed her passionately, and grinning as though she were on some drug, Wendy murmured, “I caaaaamme so harrrrd!”
He lay down beside her, his arm over her stomach, and, gasping, she kept trying to say something without quite getting it out, until finally she reached down to her pussy and drew her fingers, dripping with his cum, to her lips and sucked on them. Then, still dazed, she whispered, “Bes’ sex evah!”
Moments later she was asleep, curled up like a child. Dipper slipped out of bed, delicately covered her, and then lay spooning her, her butt pressing his lower stomach and upper thighs, his left hand cupping one full, warm breast.
She napped for over an hour, but he lay awake the whole time. Finally she stretched, yawned, and put her hand over his. “That better be Dipper Pines’s dick I’m feeling back there.” She gave her buttocks a playful clench.
“It’s me,” he said. “Uh—was I too rough—I mean, did I go too far?”
She purred like a kitten. “Mmmm. I think you just set the bar real high, man. Doesn’t matter. Gives us a goal to try to beat next time! My God, Dipper, that was crazy! I loved every second of it. Was it good for you?”
“Oh, Wendy,” he blurted, “it was the best ever, it was fantastic, it was, um you know, God, the greatest! Uh—sorry, I didn’t mean to gush.”
She pushed back the covers and sat up in bed, admiring his growing erection. “No sweat, man, I love it when you gush! In my pussy or in my mouth!”
“W-Wendy, I don’t think I can do it again—”
“Just put yourself in my hands, dude. We don’t have to go all rough and ready. Let me just—“ she kissed his shaft—“mm, give—” and now the tip—“a little tender loving care. No, don’t move, man. You don’t have to do a thing. It’s my turn now to be real good to you.”
He looked down, almost not daring to believe that he was watching Wendy, Wendy Corduroy, stark naked, lying on her stomach beside him, her knees bent, her ankles crossed, her heels bobbing above her ass cheeks, carefully and lovingly licking his very own dick, from balls to tip and back down again, her tongue so soft, her touch so adoring—
Then she glanced up at him and smiled, and he completely lost it.
“Knew you had one more left in you!” Wendy said.
“Not much, though,” he muttered as she crawled up the bed and lay her head on the pillow next to him.
“Yeah, just a couple of squirts,” Wendy told him. “Are you disappointed that I didn’t swallow them?”
“No,” he said. “Wow. I can’t believe that I’m here with you, naked—”
“With rain on the tin roof,” she added.
“—with rain on the tin roof, and I totally think I can’t get it up again. Not for hours.”
“Well, you gave me a good run,” she said, kissing his cheek. “Now what will we do with the rest of the day?”
“Sounds like it’s raining too hard to go outside and play,” he said. “Or even to go out for something to eat.”
“I think we’ll need to, though, man. There’s not even a loaf of bread in the house. The slices we used for sandwiches were the last of the loaf I brought down with me on the trip, just in case I wanted something to eat on the way. Got some peanut butter, a few more single-wrapped slices of cheddar, soup, beans, and that is just about it.”
“Shoot,” he said. “I really wanted to spend the rest of my life in bed here with you.”
Wendy laughed. “Hey, if Dad came back unexpectedly, that could happen! What time is it? Late afternoon. I want me some . . . let me think . . . I know! I want me some home-made chili, with chunks of steak and fresh hot tortillas on the side! Think you could stand to get dressed and go with me to the market, Big Dipper?”
“I don’t know . . . .”
“I’ll go braless and without panties if you’ll go commando. And maybe in the spices aisle I’ll flash you.”
“You talked me into it.”
It was raining and sloppy and he didn’t have a raincoat, but at least the day had warmed up to the middle forties. Wendy went through the supermarket with a sureness that would have impressed Dipper’s mom. She obviously had the aisles memorized and quickly collected items to fill a shopping basket: fresh tomatoes, assorted spices, a couple of onions, some peppers, though nothing hotter than a jalapeño, a bag of masa harina, a juicy-looking twelve-ounce top sirloin steak, and a few other odds and ends. Dipper tried to pay but Wendy waved him off. “We’ll put it on Dad’s tab!” she said cheerfully.
The rain slacked but continued to fall into the evening, but Wendy and Dipper paid it no attention. She taught him how to make chili, which they stewed in a big pot for nearly two simmering hours, and how to mix, roll, and flatten out thin, tasty tortillas. She had also bought pepper-jack cheese and sour cream. When the chili was ready, they sat at her table and helped themselves to steaming bowls, so spicy that Dipper’s face got red, but delicious.
And then, comfortably, they watched one of those rotten old sci-fi movies on TV, made fun of it, laughed a lot, reminisced a little, and then went to bed, Wendy settling for a nice, innocent goodnight kiss (except they were both naked). As they got under the sheet and blanket, she said, “Thanks for a lovely day, Dipper. And just a friendly warning—”
“What?” he asked, not sure if she were teasing.
“After we wake up tomorrow,” she said seriously, “I just might try to fuck you to death!”
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