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Smells Like Teen Spurts	By : Nastyzak Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 15483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Post Script: Two Yeeaires Lataire
Dipper’s gruncle Stanley called every single day. “Is it time yet?”
And Dipper always laughed. “Not yet, Stan. I’ll call you as soon as things start to happen.”
“Ugh,” Stan said. “I hate waiting.” He sighed. “So tell me about my Pumpkin, how is she? Happy?”
“Oh, yeah, happy,” Dipper said. “Bobby’s a good husband for her and Eileen. Mabel’s got a gig as a clothing designer for Keen Teen Scene Clothing, Bobby’s replaced Deputy Durland, who retired—don’t think I told you that—and he’s a hundred times smarter than Durland and Blubs combined, so people like him. Eileen’s working with Wendy’s business as an interior-decorating consultant—”
“Yeah, and how’s Soos and Melody?”
“Fine,” Dipper said. “I see them almost every day. Melody’s expecting her third kid now, and business at the Shack is booming.”
“Yeah, I guess your pot cash is helpin’ that along,” Stan said.
“Podcast,” Dipper corrected.
“Whatever. And your girls, how are they?”
“You mean Pacifica and Tambry? Still working hard running Northwest Enterprises. They’ve expanded into stuff like Wi-Fi and web hosting and junk now—McGucket is helping them with all that—”
“And the main girl?” demanded Stan.
“She’s still running the carpentry business,” Dipper said.
“She goin’ in to work, you mean?”
“Every day,” Dipper said.
There was a long pause before Stan said, “It’s none of my business, but she’s my great-niece-in-law, is that a thing? So I want to know: When is she due, now?”
“The twins should arrive next month,” Dipper said. “Either late in August or early in September.
“Twins yet,” muttered Stan. “Do, uh, you guys know the gender or, like that?”
“Wendy’s getting excellent prenatal care,” Dipper said. “They’re fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Everything checks out fine. They’ll be a little on the small side—probably around seven pounds—but both of them are healthy.”
“That’s good, that’s good,” Stan said. “End of August or first of September. Uh. Now, you can tell me no, but me and Sixer have talked—”
“Come on up for the birth,” Dipper said. “You’re both welcome. Last year Wendy and I added on a room to the house—”
Stan barked out a laugh. “You, the nerd with noodle arms who couldn’t hit a nail with a mallet? Wendy, so lazy she won’t scratch her own ass if it itches? You kidding me?”
“We’ve grown up a lot,” Dipper reminded him. “No, not kidding. Wendy planned it out, we did all the work ourselves, even the roofing, which is no fun in the summer, and then we finished the inside. It’s a good-sized bedroom, fourteen by twelve. One day it’ll be the twins’ room, but right now it’s an extra guest bedroom.”
“Well, well,” Stan said. “Proud of you, kid. Uh, hey, listen, if Sixer and me come up for a month or so, and the Shack’s real busy, do you suppose—nah, forget it.”
“Soos would love to have you come back as Mr. Mystery,” Dipper said.
“I wouldn’t even charge him,” Stan said. “I’d just take the tips.”
“He’ll be fine with that. How are you and gruncle Stanley?”
They were very comfortable, living on a steady and increasing income from Stanford’s many patents and occasional consulting jobs for hauntings and cryptid problems. It was late afternoon, and as soon as he got off the phone, Dipper took the car—the Jeep, his had given up the ghost and they decided that until the kids came, they could do with one—and drove to Corduroy Fine Carpentry. It, too, had grown. Wendy, her chair pushed back from her desk because of her swollen belly, smiled as he came into her office.
“Quittin’ time!” he announced.
“’Bout time. Help me up, dude.”
Dipper gave her a hand. She stood, one hand on the bottom swell of her stomach, the other on the top. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” she said, kissing him. “These two have been wrestling around today, though. I’ve got my maternal leave all set up.” She raised her voice: “Hey, Marcus!”
The red-haired Marcus Corduroy, Wendy’s oldest brother, popped his head in. “Yeah, sis?”
“You used to know Dipper,” she said. “My husband.”
Marcus, now as tall as his sister and brawny rather than gigantic, like his dad, grinned. “Sure, hey! Sorry I didn’t come in to see you last week when I first got here, but Wendy’s been teaching me the ropes.” He swelled with pride. “I’m gonna run things here while she’s out with the babies!”
“But—” Wendy wagged a finger.
“But I’m gonna call you every day and keep you up to date on what jobs we’re doing. Oh, by the way, are we going to bid on the Karmunkle job?”
“Might as well,” Wendy said. “It’s a big job, but don’t lowball it. Tomorrow I’ll give you a list of specs and materials, plus our standard markup, and when you make the bid, go by that. If Old Man Karmunkle tries to bargain you down, don’t go under ten per cent less than the first bid. We don’t want a break-even job that’ll tie us up for two months. Tomorrow I’ll figure what size crew we need, labor costs and add everythiing together. It's gonna be big, so remember we have to have a profit and don't mess it up or promise Karmunkle stuff that will run us into the red." When her brother nodded, Wendy stretched and added, "I’m goin’ home, Marc. Close up shop, okay?”
“Will do.” He shook Dipper’s hand but didn’t try to crush it. “Good to see you again, uh, brother-in-law.”
Dipper helped Wendy out and then into the passenger seat of the Jeep. “You don’t need to fuss over me,” she scolded good-naturedly. “It’s still another month.”
Theoretically, the twins would be born on August 28, but realistically, they could come at any time between August 21 and September 3. “I want you to start taking it easy,” he said as he started the engine. “Remember, beginning Monday, bed rest!”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said. “Man, I can’t wait to be able to have sex with you again.”
“Tambry’s coming over,” Dipper said. “She offered to cook dinner for us.”
“Yeah, and screw you,” Wendy said, her grin getting wider. “I know.”
“Yeah,” he admitted. “We’ll go in the guest room—”
“Hell with that,” Wendy said. “Even if I can’t do it right now, I wanna watch it.”
“Uh, Tambry asked if the offer of group marriage is still on. She and Pacifica, well, their business is doing great, and Paz said she always wanted a June wedding, so, uh, if we’re okay—”
“Of course we’re okay with it!” Wendy said. “Hey, don’t we all fuck each other once a week anyhow?”
“We may have to move to Pacifica’s place,” Dipper said. “The twins will need space.”
“We’ll negotiate,” Wendy said. “I’m not giving up this house, not after Dad built it and you and me enlarged it—there’s Tambry.”
Tambry stood in the open doorway, waving. “Hi, guys! Wen, you need help?”
“I’m not a Ming vase!” Wendy said, hopping out of the Jeep. “I wish everybody would stop worrying about me so much.”
“Pacifica will come over tomorrow,” Tambry said. “She’ll bring lunch and dinner.”
Wendy groaned into a chair. “Be a sweetheart and take my shoes off for me,” she said.
They did, and Tambry massaged Wendy’s somewhat swollen feet. “All right,” Dipper said, “Any cravings? What do you want for dinner tonight, Wendy?”
“Dad called me about an hour ago. He’s sending Kevin over with some trout he caught. Dipper can get the grill going for that. And, let’s see . . . a nice green salad, some balsamic-glazed green beans, I’ll tell you the recipe, and Dip, let’s cut the angel-food cake and top it with a mixed-berry compote.”
“Sounds delicious,” Tambry said.
“Good.” Wendy pushed up from her chair. “Now I want to go sack out. And I want you to entertain me.”
“You know we can’t do this when the babies come,” Tambry said.
Wendy laughed. “Look at who’s getting all self-conscious! Hey, I wouldn’t want to have an orgy with kids present, but they’re gonna have two aunts—”
“Four,” Dipper corrected. “Let’s count Mabel and Eileen.”
“Four, then, to watch ‘em and give me some free time to catch up on the loving I’ve missed for two months now!”
They went to bed, and Wendy lay patting her swollen belly and smiling as she watched Dipper and Tambry make love—nothing too athletic, just a reverse-cowgirl ride.
“She’s got a great butt, hasn’t she?” Wendy asked.
“One of the great butts of the western United States,” Dipper said as Tambry energetically fucked him.
“Hey, Tam, when he cums, remember I want a taste of it!”
“Is—is it safe?” Tambry gasped.
“Sure! My OB-GYN says I need lots of protein!”
“Okay, then.”
When she and Dipper both came, Tambry held her palm cupped under herself as Dipper’s sperm drained into it. Meanwhile, Dipper scooted way up against the wall so Wendy could lick his cock clean.
“Mm, guess that’ll hold me,” she said after she drank the cum that Tambry held. “Hey, Dipper, I saw Mabel in town today. Is she pregnant?”
“If she is, she hasn’t told me. Why, does she have a bump?”
“Hard to tell, but I think maybe.”
“She told me they were gonna wait a little while,” Wendy said. “She wants to experience being an aunty before being a mommy.”
“Stanley and Stanford are coming up next month,” Dipper said. “They want to be here for the birth. In place of, you know, Dad and Mom.”
“Yeah, that was rough, Dipper,” Tambry said. The Pines parents had died nearly a year earlier when the private plane they were flying on went down in the Pacific.
“Still hard to get over,” he said. “I’m just glad Mabel had two people to marry. She still mopes sometimes.” He sighed. “But, you know. Circle of life and all. Wendy and I want to give the twins my parents’ names as their middle names.”
“What about their first names?” Tambry asked.
“Still thinking about that,” Wendy said. “How long until dinner?”
“Kevin hasn’t brought the fish yet.”
“Oh, right, right. I think I’d like to go sit on the porch,” Wendy said. “Wait for him. You two don’t get up to anything too loud or kinky. Tam, why don’t you blow him? Sometimes he can cum twice!”
“Okay with you, Dip?” Tambry asked.
“Sure,” he said.
“Only,” Wendy told them, “do it with your clothes on. Kevin’s probably gonna want to tour the house. When I see his truck, I’ll ring the doorbell. Then I'll make a big deal out of standing up and I'll take a couple of minutes to admire the fish or whatever while you guys tidy up. Make sure you’re decent when he gets here.”
So the two of them got back into their clothes, and Dipper sat on the edge of the bed and Tambry, now well-practiced, deep-throated him. He had just cum, not a flood, but enough for her to swallow comfortably, when the doorbell rang.
They got up and zipped up to go meet Wendy’s brother, Tambry wiping her mouth. “You owe me an orgasm,” she said.
Then they stepped out onto the porch, where Kevin had parked his truck and was getting out with an ice-packed mess of trout. Kevin had a red beard and resembled a two-thirds scale model of his dad. “Hi!” he said. “Hey, Dip, Tambry. Got four of the best ones here!”
He didn’t stay long, and when he had gone, Dipper said with a sigh, “I’ll clean and fillet the fish.”
“Good man,” Wendy said.
Tambry said, “I’ll get the salad and veggies ready.
“Good woman.” Wendy sighed. “I’ll sit here and rock a while longer and dream about being a mother.”
Dipper bent to kiss her.
“Good lumberjill.”
The End
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