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Dib and Gaz	By : gothickun Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Het- Male/Female Views: 15134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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(EnPassant: It is time for a disclaimer. Disclaimer: All characters from Invader Zim are property of the renowned Jhonen Vasquez, greatest among artists. He owns Invader Zim along with Johnny The Homicidal Maniac and Squee, HE‘S A GOD, I TELL YOU!! A GOD!!)

Dib and Gaz (second chapter)

Prof. Membrane went to sleep as soon as he fell down to bed. The thoughts of his dead wife invaded his sleep, his dreams, that all of a sudden she appeared in front of him. He looked at her and smiled at her as if she was still alive, moreover he reached for her and tried to caress her cheek. She warmly smiled at him and sat down beside him.

“Oh, Proffy. I miss you so much.” She said and caresses his cheek and brought her lips to his and gave him a kiss. He probed his tongue into her mouth and began to taste her in his mouth. She straddled him and hugged him, laying on his chest. She rested her head on his chest and moved her hips to his crotch.

Prof. Membrane woke up in an instant, eyes a bit wide and his eyes investigating his room. He noticed nothing strange and worked himself down from his startled state. A sweat started to work on his forehead and it ran to his glasses. Prof. Membrane grabbed a small handkerchief and cleaned his glasses before getting up from his bed, noticing the clock it read that he had been asleep for ten minutes. Ten minutes, ten minutes...it rang in his head, rationalizing the actions he was about to do; get up from the bed, walk out the room, see what is happening, maybe go back to work, ten minutes of sleep did not impede him from getting to the TV studio on time.

‘Yeah, maybe I should not cancel today. Many little human brains need my tutoring or else they’ll rot into much and commit misdemeanors like G--’ He stopped his train of thought. He suddenly though of Gaz, and he felt worse than when he came out of her room. Maybe I shouldlogilogize, ran through his mind, just torturing him to set things right with her. He looked at the mirror that hanged from his closet door as he took out a clean coat. He saw the fire in his eyes still, and he knew that he had acted like a demon towards his only daughter.

He stepped out and closed his door, making sure his coat was on evenly over his mouth. He had taken a personal liking to this look, which was almost his personal trademark--because his wife had made him wear it like that. He walked up to Gaz’s room and stopped in front of it, tried opening the door and heard little sobs and whimpers getting stronger and louder, though a bit muffled. Her cries made him cringe so much that he stopped his hand from turning the knob and slowly made his way to the living room.

Making his way to the living room, he noticed the TV was off, Dib’s materials settled on the floor and his spiral notebook on the table, along with some articles from a UFO magazine and two books on paranormal investigation.

‘The things they are teaching today in Kollege.’ Though Prof. Membrane as he made his way past the debris and to the door. He took out his cell phone from his pants’ pocket and dialed the studios number.

“Hello, Dana? I‘ll be a little late today but I‘ll make it to the studio after all.” He said into the phone’s mic and got on his car.

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Gaz made no movement to stop his brother from hugging her, nothing more than hugging her pillow tighter. He caresses his cheek on her hair and rocked her body back and forth. He held her as if she were still a baby. She buried her face on his chest and let the pillow go and put her arms around Dib. She held her face on his chest there for a good five minutes until she just could not hold her tears in anymore, that slowly, breath by breath, she began to weep on his chest, not caring about her hatred for him, not caring that Dib had made her life miserable by just being the professor’s favorite, just holding him close to him made her feel better. Dib noticed the extra strength Gaz had put into the hug and just let it go. He figured she was still suffering from whatever was eating her up inside. He held her close to him, patted her back and made little shushing sounds. Her tears did not cease, nor did her whimpers, and she began to cry louder and stronger, more deep-rooted feelings pouring from the floodgates.

Dib looked at the door and noticed the knob moving a little and then stopped, heard the sounds of footsteps heading towards the living room. He knew it was his dad’s footsteps knowing there was only one more person in the house. He was a little worried that he might have come in and had seen him comforting his little sister that at the moment he saw the door knob move his heart began to --no--not that Gaz noticed, anyway. And after two minutes he heard the sounds of Prof. Membrane car starting up and pulling out of the driveway.

But just because she didn’t notice Dib’s heart racing didn’t mean she wasn’t going to noticed the car pulling out, and when she did she snapped back to her reality, back to her personal hell--that she noticed she was hugging Dib.

“Dib!” She said before putting her hands in front of him and pushing him away. “What do you think you are doing?”

Dib tripped over his own feet and fell back down, hitting the back of his head on one of Gaz’s steel-toe b. Th. The pain screamed at his brain and he put his hands where he had landed on her boots. She looked him at quite angrily at first when she noticed his eyes. He looked directly into her eyes, and his eyes did not have any resentment towards her He got up from the floor and rubbed the back of his head. She looked at him and scoffed a little, to think she had let him touch her, let alone hug her. Who is he to give me pity, she thought, and why is he interested in me all of a en.
en.

“I‘m sorry.” Dib managed to get out, but still looked at her. He knelt in front of her and moved closer to her, placed his hands on the pillow and held her hands on his. She looked at him funny for a minute and noticed it again, that look, and it was only there for a second. It was a smile, a genuine smile. She felt strange, she felt her stomach churning and battle with her inner organs. But it was only temporary that he held that smile and pouted a little, making funny faces that he remembered little baby Gaz had laughed at. He stuck his tongue out and licked his nose, running his hand up and own her hand. He turned his lips inside out and started talking like a bass fish, glub glub glub.

She couldn’t hold it in any longer, his goofiness had actually gotten to her, and he knew it when she stifled a giggle from coming out from her lips, but she couldn’t stop the smile. He laughed lightly

“What do you think you‘re doing Dib?” She asked him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you‘ve never done any of this to me before, why start now?” She rubbed her eyes clean and placed her hands back on his.

“I don‘t know.” He looked away. “I thought maybe I should, though this is the first time I‘ve ever seen you cry like this.”

She looked at him with a bit of anger in her eyes. “This has been going on for more than five years, and you‘ve only noticed me crying today?” her anger boiled more now.

“I mean, I knew you got hit by dad, but I never saw you cry before, only today. And to tell you the truth, no one knows what is going on with you because you don‘t talk to us.”

“I never get the chance to.” She retorted

“Well, now is your chance. I‘m here for you to listen.”

She held her gaze on his eyes and said nothing. Her hands embraced his and looked down at them, noticing the strangeness of them actually taking his hands upon hers. Her heart started to beat a bit faster now, and she knew it. Her body being flushed by emotions she had never experienced.

“Dib?” She asked his name. “Had you ever had a feeling at the bottom of your stomach that you would sometimes ignore?”

He thought about it. No, not really, he thought and looked down at his hands. She was holding his hands rather strangely, as if they were in a movie and they were the protagonists of it, maybe a chick flick. He had his gaze on their hands and not at her face, so he did not notice what she had done.

For the very first time, Gaz had blushed. Her eyes went wide as she felt the rush of blood turning above the surface, blotting her skin with the reddish hue of sexual attraction. No, she thought. Not now. She noticed it, main reason why she had blushed, the wetness between her legs. Why, she asked herself. She was worried that because she was only wearing panties that Dib might notice the musky smell of her sex.

Shit

He looked back up at her and saw the color difference in her cheeks, but he didn’t notice the smell, the odor was not strong. But the pheromones were strong, so strong he had to shift his place in order to accommodate the rising in his pants. What’s going on here, he asked himself, and he noticed her close her legs as if she was hiding something, until he smelt it. He caught a big scent and his penis was now fully erect. She noticed the look in his face and thought he was disgusted, her wetness seeping from her nether regions to her bed sheet. She quickly placed her hands underneath the pillow and between her legs, as if trying to stop herself from emng hng her honey. She didn’t know what had happen, and she looked at him kind of worried.

He looked down at her hands, how quickly she had placed them under the pillow, and it was kind of hard ignoring his own sex rising up, and because of that smell...It was wrong of him to start thinking of sexual pleasure, especially because the images were of him and his sister, holding her leg up to his hip and thrusting hard into her, inserting his cock deep into her, placing one hand on her shoulder and pushed her down to his thrusts. He placed his hand on her leg and started to go upwards and below the pillow.

Gaz’s mind was being intruded by images of sex, and to her surprise it was Dib whom she was deriving this pleasure from, and she started to instead of stopping her honey to rubbing herself through her panties. ‘Oh, god, Dib, yeah. More.’ she called his name in her head, almost in to the point of cuming.

And she felt him. She felt his hand on her knee and his fingers caressing her skin, riding his palm upwards. Her skin flushed crimson again and knew what he was going to do. More so that she stopped what she was doing and grabbed his hand and quickly jerked it up and placed it between her legs and closed them.

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(EnPassant: I, again, do not own Invader Zim. Thank you.)
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