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Exposure (a Pinecest story)	By : Edward_or_Ford Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 25859 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1 of 2 - December 25
- 2-Chapter 2 of 2 - December 26
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Dipper is vaguely aware of strong, fast movement, of loud yet barely audible voices surrounding him. It bothers him, for he just wants to sleep. Soon he finds he is half walking, half being carried. The voices are urgent and concerned, and somehow familiar, but that alone doesn’t interest him enough for him to want to wake up. He hears a mechanical noise, and feels a blast of warm air as he is quickly guided to a seated position in the nice warm space.
There’s something beside him, something he’s leaning on. It moves a bit as he lays his weight on it. Reluctantly he cracks open his eyes.
Mabel’s eyes are just opening as well, staring back at him.
On instinct he manages to turn his body towards her, knowing she’s doing the same thing, and they wrap their arms around one another. Relaxing into each other, he falls blissfully back asleep as he feels the weight of several thick, fuzzy blankets cover their bodies, followed by the metallic thump of a car door closing.

Dipper woke up in his bed. He felt leaden and stiff, and the skin on his hands and face felt tender and tight. Out of habit he checked his bedside clock. It was after one in the afternoon.
Man, I really slept in! he thought to himself. Why did … oh … ohhhhh shit!
Memories of the disastrous events of Christmas Day flooded back to him. How he and Mabel had spent twenty-four hours trying to avoid the wrath of their parents. And now he was … home?
He was apprehensive about what it meant that he was home. His parents’ reactions had been so negative! How had anyone found him and Mabel? Was Mabel home as well?
He winced in mild pain as he pushed himself up. He had been changed into a pair of pajamas, and the clothes he had worn all day yesterday were over on his dresser. His bed was covered with extra blankets. He realized that he had been experiencing hypothermia the night before: he had been in the cold weather long enough to lower his core body temperature to a dangerous level, but it never got cold enough to damage his skin with frostbite.
On Dipper’s end table, beside his alarm clock, was a glass of water. Beneath the glass was a sheet of paper, on which a message had been written in his mother’s familiar style with a black Sharpie:
“We need to talk. Please come downstairs when you feel up to it.

- Mom & Dad.”
Dipper gulped down the water. How bad is this going to be? he thought. Maybe we overreacted when we ran, but now …
Drinking the water reminded him his bladder was full, and he needed to relieve himself. But more than that, he had to check if Mabel was safe in her room. He peeked out his bedroom door and saw no activity in the hallway. From downstairs he could only hear a radio station, still playing Christmas music. He quietly crept across the hall to Mabel’s door.
Before he could even give the door a light knock, it cracked open and he could see his sister peer out with uncertainty. When she saw who was in the hall, she flung open the door as Dipper rushed in to smother her in a strong embrace and quick, urgent kisses.
They held each other for several minutes, then Dipper noticed Mabel holding a sheet of paper, with the same message to her as was on his note from their mother. He looked back into his sister’s eyes.
“No matter what happens, Mabel, I love you!” he whispered. “Nothing will ever change that!”
They tenderly held each other close for a long moment, then with reluctance went to get dressed and washed up, in preparation to face judgement from their parents.

The twins eased their way towards the top of the stairs, their movements thick with trepidation. What awaited them downstairs was a mystery, as they still heard no sound other than festive music. Nodding reassurance to each other, they got halfway down and turned the corner at the landing.
Their mother was sitting on a folding chair in the foyer, looking a bit haggard. They stopped short, unsure of what confrontation would happen next.
She gave them a small, tired smile, but with understanding of their concern. “It’s all right, guys,” she reassured them. “I was waiting here only in case you two decided to make another break for it.” She paused for an instant, concern obvious in her expression. “We warmed you up as best we could. Are the two of you feeling okay?” Dipper nodded mutely, and Mabel squeaked a tiny acknowledgement.
“Good,” she said. The fatigued-looking woman rose and gestured to the adjacent room. “Can we all sit down together and talk about all of this?”
As they nervously descended the rest of the stairs, Dipper took Mabel’s hand. The action was noticed by their mother, and Dipper saw her place the palm of her hand on her chest as they stepped into the living room. Their father was seated in a chair, looking exhausted and slouched forward with his elbows on his knees. He looked up when the twins crossed the threshold of the doorway. Dipper thought he looked ten years older than he had on Christmas Eve, the last time he had seen him.
“Hey, kids,” he said, his face expressionless. He motioned to the sofa beside his chair. “Please … have a seat.”
Their mother sat in a chair across from her husband as their children sat, Dipper putting himself between Mabel and their father. The atmosphere was highly uncomfortable and tight with distrust. A long silence hung heavy over the four members of the family.
“So … “ their father began, clearing his throat. “Why don’t you start by …”
“How did you find us?” Dipper interrupted. He was desperate to forestall the discussion. He knew it would happen eventually, but he had to draw at any straw. His father actually made a tiny smile at the redirection.
“We called the police. But I’ve also got an old friend who’s a detective at OPD,” he explained. “We gave him your cell phone info, and he said he’d feed us information directly. At about 3:30 yesterday afternoon, both your phones connected to the network for less than a minute. Just long enough to establish an approximate position.” He raised an eyebrow at his children. “Since we never found your phones, I take it they were stolen?” The twins nodded, as did their father. “We assumed that. My buddy said the thief probably turned them on long enough to determine they worked before he could sell them.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Regardless, we knew what neighborhood you were in, so we started there. Figuring you’d have lost everything, we went looking, asking if anyone had seen you. Eventually we found a shelter where someone remembered you, and we followed the trail from there.” His expression cracked slightly, his eyes blinking twice. “We got … lucky at the end. When we got to Fruitvale and didn’t find anyone who had seen you, we … just started driving up and down the streets. Your Mom spotted you, and we got you into the car.”
“You were so cold!” their mother spoke up, wiping her eyes with a tissue. “We thought about taking you to the hospital, but I knew they wouldn’t do anything more for you than we could, so we brought you home instead.” She pursed her lips, her motherly concern obvious. “I’ve been taking your temperature often, and you’ve been back up to normal for a few hours now.”
“Thanks, Mom,” Mabel said sincerely.
Thier mother swallowed. “But before we got that information about the cell phones, we didn’t have anything to go on! We drove around all through the night and day looking for you! Why … why did you …” She exhaled hard, exasperated with herself. “Oh, I know why you ran away and turned off your phones! I just …” She put her hand to her brow and bowed her head down.
“We were scared, Mom!” Mabel cried. “We knew you were mad, and I had a feeling that …” she turned her head towards her father, but didn’t quite look at him, “… that Dad wouldn’t take it well.” She hung her head in shame. “I texted Dipper and convinced him to get dressed and that we had to run away,” she quietly confessed.
“No wait! I was one who pulled you out of here, Mabel!” Dipper interjected. “I’m to blame! I shouldn’t have just gone off like that.”
“Yeah, well I was the one who made sure we stayed hidden all sneaky when the cars were coming by! Being all ninja-like in the shadows so Dad didn’t see us!”
Dipper wouldn’t allow Mabel to take responsibility for the events of the past day. “I was the one who knew Denny’s would be open. I shouldn’t have taken us down there. And we shouldn’t have kept walking to Berkeley.”
Mabel was equally unwilling to let Dipper be at fault, her voice rising with irritation. “Well it was my idea to catch the bus up to Grunkle Stan’s, you dope!”
“Oh yeah? Well it was my fault I got robbed!” the volume of Dipper’s voice rising to match his sister’s.
“Oh, come on, Dipper! I practically had to drag you away from that creep!” she shouted. “You totally would have kicked his ass if he didn’t have that knife!”
“You’d have kicked his ass first!” he shouted back.
Mabel glared at Dipper, then relaxed. “Yeah, I would’ve,” she sighed. She put her hand on his arm. “Well … we were both pretty dumbballs for staying outside when it got really cold.”
Dipper paused, then nodded. “We should have given up … and come home,” he agreed. “We were both way too stubborn.”
She looked into her brother’s face with fondness. “Must be one of those cray-cray twin things, huh Broski?” she said with a small smile.
“Must be,” Dipper replied with a smile of his own.
Dipper knew they were ready to accept their fate, of whatever it was that their parents would do to them. His smile turned into a knowing smirk. Mabel immediately recognized the cue, and they quickly slapped their hands and fingers together in one of their oldest practiced secret handshakes. “Blip, Blop … Bloopity Bloop … Twins!” they recited, bumping their fists together, followed by fingerguns and silly raspberries. They chuckled softly, then turned to face the music.
They were unprepared for their mother’s bright, delighted smile, which she was trying, but not all that hard, to hide behind her hands. Her chest was jumping from suppressed giggles.
Confused, Mabel and Dipper turned their attention to their father. He was shaking his head back and forth, one side of his mouth turned up in bemusement, while looking back at them.
“What?” the twins said in unison.
Still smiling smugly, their father looked over to his wife. She was still shaking with quiet laughter, and nodded to him. He directed his attention back to the kids.
“When I couldn’t find you the first few hours, I came home and your mother went out with the car.” His face fell. “I thought … I thought that the two of you were … perverted. That because you were … doing that together … I just couldn’t understand! So … I took a look around your rooms.” This brought a look of uncertainty to the faces of the twins.
“Mabel, you really need to find a better hiding spot for your diary than under your mattress,” he told her apologetically. Mabel’s mouth fell open in horror at the realization that her father had read her innermost secrets.
“And Dipper,” their father continued, “I’d have thought you’d know better than to leave your email account logged in on your computer, and for your screen password to be ‘ihatebill’. I mean, Dip, think about security! Not even one capital!” his father deadpanned as Dipper’s face paled.
“And of course, when my detective buddy put in the trace on the cell phone locations, he also pulled the text message history, and forwarded a copy of that to me, as well.” The twins were completely mortified now, as they recalled what manner of sexting their father had access to viewing.
Their father ploughed ahead. “I take no joy in snooping around in your private things, and I’m sorry. I really am. But I had no choice! And …” His voice halted. He steadied himself and then continued while staring at the wall behind where his children sat. “And after all that I read … I found that …. you’re not perverts!” He focused on Dipper’s face, then Mabel’s.
“You’re just … you’re just in love!”
Dipper and Mabel gaped at their father in disbelief.
Having finally composed herself, their mother added, “You two have been crazy close all your lives! Your father and I have never failed to be delighted with the way you’ve always been there for each other, standing up for one another! And think about all that the two of you have been through, particularly that one summer in Oregon! Well, of course you love and care for each other, we never doubted that.” She paused to give her eyes a swift swipe with her tissue. “But for it to become even more … we never thought … we just never considered that your feelings for each other could grow to the level they have.”
The twins’ hands grip to one another grew tighter as their mother continued, “But now that this is out in the open, now that we’ve thought about it … it makes … sense!” she exclaimed. “I look at you, and I look at the way you act together, and how you do things together … just the way you are together … and … and well OF COURSE you’re in love!!” She looked back to her husband. “How did we never see this before?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know, dear,” he replied with a sigh. “But you’re right … Our children have fallen in love with each other!”
Dipper couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Their mother and father weren’t furious anymore! Could it be that they were … accepting of their feelings? He turned to face Mabel, not daring to show the excitement he was feeling. He could see the same emotions threatening to burst from his sister.
But then their father’s attention refocused in the direction of the teenagers. He spoke reluctantly. “And now … we all have to deal with it.”
The last statement hung over the room for what seemed an eternity. Dipper, wishing he knew where this would lead, finally broke the silence. “What … do we all have to deal with?”
Their father managed to look everywhere in the twins’ general direction, except directly at them. “Your mother and I decided that …” he stopped to cough and rub his mouth with his palm. “We’ve decided that you two are free to … to continue to …” he swallowed with difficulty, “… have sex … here in the house.”
Four faces in the room immediately became noticeably redder. Dipper couldn’t imagine a more awkward conversation topic for a teenager to have with his folks.
“We know that if we forbid it now, you’ll only do it when we’re not at home anyways,” their mother added with embarrassment, “or do something foolish somewhere else, where you’re not safe!”
“But we have three rules,” their father put in quickly. “First, you have to use protection.”
His wife glanced over to him. “Is this a discussion for you to have with our son, or me with our daughter?”
“Mo-om!” groaned the twins in unison.
Their father grunted. “Probably both, to be safe.”
A louder harmonious groan. “Da-aaaad!!”
He simply continued on. “Second, you restrict your … time together …” he was forced to cough again, “… to here in the house, and nowhere else! You … you really don’t have to be ashamed of who you’re in love with, but I’m sure you already realize how this whole … ‘incest’ thing works in society.”
“Yep, we got it!” Mabel piped up.
Dipper was in just as much of a hurry to end this conversation. “Loud and clear, Dad!”
“Finally,” began their mother, then after taking a deep breath, she continued, “… We don’t ever want to hear a thing!”
“Ever!” emphasized their father immediately.
“Okay!!” agreed the twins together as quickly as possible. Not one of the four people in the room was looking anyone else in the eye. Mabel’s fingers were tightly wound in her long hair, and the back of Dipper’s neck was getting raw from his hand rubbing it vigorously.
After a few seconds of excruciating silence, Dipper and Mabel jumped as their father forcefully slapped his thighs. “Well!” he declared. “So much for the elephant in the room,” as he gave the teens a lopsided smile. Their mother’s expression was of understanding and compassion.
Mabel couldn’t hold back any longer. “So … are we all … okay now?” she asked timidly, tears threatening to burst from her eyes. Dipper moved his free hand over to join the other in Mabel’s grip, and quickly all four hands were clutched together.
There was a short laugh from both of their parents. “We don’t know!” their mother replied. At the twins worried look, she continued, “Well, this is all new for your father and I, too, you know? There’s a lot of stuff we haven’t talked about yet, things that I don’t know if you’ve even given any thought to.” She looked back to her husband. “But right now, today … our family missed Christmas this year, and I for one would rather celebrate a day late than not at all!”
Shrugging his shoulders, their father waved at the speakers. “We’ve still got Christmas music playing,” he said, then he gestured to the decorated tree. “There’s presents under the tree, eggnog in the fridge, and the turkey is in the oven.” Rising to his feet and smiling, he stuck out his hand to Dipper. “What d’ya say, Dip? I haven’t slept in two days. Can you help your tired old man bring in some wood for the fireplace?”
The massive weight of the events of the last day, plus that of months of subterfuge, suddenly evaporated from Dipper’s shoulders. He sobbed violently as he grabbed his father’s hand, then leapt to his feet and attempted to crush him in the biggest embrace he could manage. His cheeks were already soaked by rivers of pent up tears streaming down his face, as he heard a stifled sniffle from his father.
Mabel crashed into her brother and father, hugging and bursting into loud cries of happiness and relief. She was followed immediately by their mother, who also joined in the tight family huddle.
“We love you,” both twins sobbed together as they all tried to hug one another.
“We love you, too,” replied their parents.

Dipper’s arms are wrapped tightly around Mabel from behind, holding her back against his chest. They are spooned together, his lower hand grasping her hip, the top hand cupping one of her breasts. Their legs are intertwined, and neither twin is the least bit bothered by the sticky sweat between their bare bodies as Dipper nuzzles the nape of Mabel’s neck.
“Wowsers!” gasps Mabel, trying to regain her breath. “That was … bleeping incredible!” as she scoots her butt harder to her twin’s pelvis while lightly caressing his fingers.
Dipper chuckles happily, panting along with her. “You’re bleeping incredible!” he murmurs back, squeezing her nipple while sliding his lower hand towards her crotch. She squirms and squeals delightedly.
“Stop!” Mabel cries, trying to keep her voice down and pulling Dipper’s hands back to their previous positions. He grumbles playfully, blowing a zerbert between her shoulder blades and triggering another laugh.
They sigh contentedly. “It was nice, just this once, to know that Mom and Dad were so tired, that they weren’t gonna hear anything we did tonight,” Dipper says, pulling his sister against himself a bit harder.
“Yeeeaaaaahh … I wish we could get used to that!” Mabel giggles, then her voice turns mischievous. “But what is this ‘it WAS nice’ and ‘just this ONCE’ nonsense I’m hearing from my Bro Bro?”
Dipper barely has time to raise an eyebrow, when Mabel twists around out of his grip, pins him down on his back, and smothers him in kisses. He gladly succumbs and returns as many kisses as he is able.
She groans passionately, grinding her mouth and hips onto her brother. He moans back into her mouth, and she feels him grow beneath her again.
Slowly Mabel breaks the kiss, while continuing to rock her hips against Dipper’s. Her expression turns sincere as she gazes into her lover’s eyes. “You know … we’re really lucky!”
“I know,” Dipper replies, his smile growing. “I can’t believe it! After what happened two nights ago … and then all day yesterday … look where we are now! We don’t …” he quickly laughs, “… we don’t have to be afraid anymore!”
Mabel’s smile is as broad as Dipper’s. “I love you, Dip!”
Dipper lunges up to meet Mabel’s kiss, then holds her as he rolls them over. He enters her, and the twins cry out in ecstasy as their pubic bones meet.
“I love you too, Mabes,” Dipper pants. “Merry Christmas!”
“Aw, Merry Christmas to you, too,” Mabel growls. “Now shut up and make love to me!”
They’re not freezing cold. And there is no longer any judgement from their parents. The danger is in the past. They had suffered from the exposure. But now, at home at least, they are safe!
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