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Depravity Falls	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 15956 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls or its characters. I made no money from writing this story.

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Chapter 3: Two Steps Forward
“Yeah, it’s me,” Pacifica replied, adjusting her apron. “Welcome back to the Falls. Are you guys here for the whole summer?”
A bit blankly, Dipper replied, “Um, yeah, pretty much.”
“Yeah,” Mabel echoed, her mind still trying to wrap itself around the idea of Pacifica working as a diner waitress. Or working, period.
“Cool,” Pacifica said. “We should hang out sometime.” Then she pulled an order pad and pencil out of her apron pocket. “Now, what can I get you guys?”
Mabel scarcely managed to order a stack of “any-berry” pancakes as she tried to take all this in. Not only was Pacifica working at the diner, but had she actually invited Mabel and Dipper to hang out with her? Mabel wouldn’t have even expected Pacifica to know what “hang out” meant, except maybe as some kind of punishment in which disobedient peasants were suspended by their toes in the town square.
Pacifica’s appearance, too, gave Mabel a lot to process. Pacifica wore a sleeveless lavender top whose V-neck drew attention to her chest—the development of which was a little farther along than Mabel’s. Under her diner apron, Pacifica wore a black skirt that was rather short and rather tight, as Mabel saw when the blonde girl turned around and headed for the kitchen with their orders. And on top of all that, Pacifica was wearing as much makeup as ever.
She turned to Dipper and mouthed, What the heck? Dipper just turned his palms upward and shrugged.
***
The next day, Dipper was sweeping the wood floor of the Shack while Mabel dusted the shelves, along with various pieces of merchandise that had steadfastly refused to move since the previous summer. Mabel figured that the coffee mugs that showed Grunkle Stan driving a miniature train full of wide-eyed tourists into a dark tunnel and that read “I Got Railed at the Mystery Shack” were probably not Stan’s best-ever product idea. Especially since his plan to buy a deeply discounted miniature train from a condemned zoo in Boise had fallen through after the state of Idaho declared the train “criminally unsafe” and crushed it into a dozen cubes.
Two days had passed since Dipper and Mabel had shared Dee’s magic chocolate and discovered the joys of kissing and fondling, making for the most special Monday night in Mabel’s memory. The night after that, after they had returned from the diner and Soos and his grandmother had gone to bed, Mabel had still had a bit of chocolate left, so she tried it again and got equally fabulous results.
But the big turning point had come early that morning when, with no chocolate in his system and with nothing more than a sultry look from Mabel, Dipper had climbed into her bed and spooned with her. He slid a hand up her bare stomach beneath her nightgown and fondled one little breast and then the other as Mabel panted with excitement—not just from the intimate touch, but from the hardness she felt against her panty-clad bottom through the flannel of her brother’s pajamas. And then, after they had both brushed their teeth and dispelled their morning breath, they had shared one brief but intense kiss right there in front of the bathroom sink before Grandma Soos called everyone down to breakfast.
That morning was when the dam broke. When the kids took their mid-morning break, instead of goofing around in the break room or going up the ladder with Wendy for “roof time,” Mabel and Dipper sneaked off to the stockroom and made out like crazy among the unsold Grunkle Stan bobbleheads. After a couple minutes of kissing, Mabel boldly pulled up her top and bra and let Dipper fondle her breasts and kiss her nipples, making her gasp and bite a hank of her own hair to keep from moaning aloud, until their break was over.
Now, there were customers in the gift shop, but Wendy had just headed to the bathroom. So Mabel perched herself a bit precariously on the stool behind the ancient cash register and waited to serve any customer who needed her.
Two children approached the counter: a boy of about eight and a girl a year or so younger. Both kids had the same carrot-red hair and fair, freckled faces, from which Mabel inferred that they were siblings.
“How much are the stuffed Sascrotches?” the little girl asked, pointing to a row of white apes in jockey shorts on a shelf along the far wall.
“Hmm,” Mabel replied with a sly grin. “Let me do a price check.”
She reached into her purse, took out her grappling hook, and fired it in the direction of the Sascrotch display, hooking one of the stuffed creatures. Then she hit the retract button, and the doll flew into her hand. She looked at the price tag on the bottom.
“Eighteen ninety-five,” she said smugly.
“Whoa…” the little boy said, gazing wide-eyed at Mabel. “Is that a grappling hook?”
“Yup!” Mabel replied. “Our Grunkle Stan used to sell them here at the gift shop, but he stopped stocking them pretty soon after he gave me this one. Something about ‘imitatable behavior’ and ‘legal liability.’”
“Wow,” said the girl. She pointed at herself and then the boy as she said, “I’m Retta, and that’s my brother Walt.”
“Hi, I’m Mabel.” Pointing at her twin, who was carefully refilling the jar of glass eyeballs on the counter, she added, “And that’s my brother, Dipper.”
“You’re really cool, Mabel,” Walt said. “Could I try your grappling hook sometime?”
“Why, thank you, and yes,” Mabel replied. “Are you guys from around here?”
“We live in Seattle,” Walt replied, “but we’re here for the summer with our parents.”
“They’re doing some archeology thing,” Retta elaborated.
“Archeology, huh?” Dipper said, strolling over. “Any chance it involves a crashed UFO?”
“Nah, it’s something boring,” Walt replied. Then he looked up at Dipper with interest. “Did a UFO crash here?”
Lowering his voice, Dipper replied, “Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but…take a look at these.”
He pulled out his phone and showed the kids some exterior photos he’d taken of the alien spacecraft.
“Whoooaaah,” the kids said in unison.
“Are those for real?” Walt asked. When Dipper nodded yes, the young boy replied, “You guys are both cool.”
Looking at Dipper and Mabel with awe, Retta asked, “Are you really brother and sister?”
“Twin brother and sister, in fact,” Mabel replied with a grin. Retta and Walt looked even more impressed.
“You must have super-cool parents,” Walt said. “Not like ours.”
Dipper chuckled. “Nope. Our parents are as ordinary as they come.”
Not as ordinary as you think, Mabel thought.
“Kiiiiids!” a woman’s voice called from somewhere just outside the Shack’s front door. “Time to go!”
A man’s voice added, “There are some real sights we want you two to see today.”
Mabel looked at the dejected kids and said, “Don’t worry, we’re going to be in Gravity Falls all summer, too. So we’ll definitely be seeing you guys around.”
“Cool,” Walt said.
“Way cool,” Retta agreed.
***
After work, Grandma Soos announced that dinner would be ready at six-thirty sharp. This gave Dipper—and Soos, who had agreed to drive him—only a small window of time to go to Crash Site Omega for their planned scavenging session.
“Do you, um, wanna come with?” Dipper asked Mabel. “It couldn’t hurt to have the other Mystery Twin along.”
“I would,” Mabel replied, “but I need to go see a friend. See you at dinner!” Then, with a wink, she whispered, “And after dinner.”
As Mabel left the Shack and headed into the woods, she found herself thinking about the future—mostly about how much she was looking forward to making out with Dipper some more, and especially about his playing with her boobies some more. She’d never realized how much she would like feeling his hands on them, touching and squeezing and rubbing and stroking. And then, when he had used his mouth on her nipples…wowie.
Now that Mabel thought about it, there was really hardly any limit to where, when, and how she and Dipper could do that stuff: the bedroom, the bathroom, the storeroom, and the roof, at least when Wendy wasn’t up there. They could even sneak off into the woods like the teenagers they were and do it amongst the trees.
Oh yeah, Mabel thought eagerly. Making out and getting felt up is gonna be my new lifestyle.
When Mabel reached the entrance to the cave, she didn’t use her flashlight app like before. Gravity Falls’ spotty cell service drained her phone’s battery fairly quickly, and she needed to save her precious charge for text messaging and Facetagram posts. Instead, before heading off into the woods, Mabel had put on her Rainbow-Jumper-themed light-up sneakers. The light they generated was more colorful than powerful, but it was good enough to keep Mabel from tripping as she made her way to the back of the cave, where Dee’s bosomy statuette was embedded in the wall.
“Welcome back, Mabel,” Dee said.
“Hi, Dee!” Mabel replied. “How come you’re called Dee, anyway? Is it short for Dierdre? Or Delia? Or Diplodocus?”
“‘Diplodocus?’” Dee replied.
“When your brother’s a big science nerd, you learn a lot of stuff by osmosis,” Mabel explained. “Including the word ‘osmosis!’”
Then Mabel glanced at the statue’s ample bosom and, sniggering, added, “Or maybe ‘Dee’ is your cup size.”
“Ooooh, a dirty joke!” Dee exclaimed brightly. “You are the perfect person for me to guide. In any case, no, I’m afraid it’s just plain Dee. Now, tell me how things are going with Dipper.”
Excitedly, Mabel related everything that had happened that first night when she and Dipper ate the chocolate, and then on the subsequent occasions when they’d made out and he’d felt her up.
“And that last time,” she finished, “in the supply room today, he was totally rubbing his hard thingy against my leg! Through his shorts, I mean, but still, wow.”
“That’s excellent, Mabel!” Dee replied. “It sounds like you’ve earned some more chocolate.”
Another Choco-Blocko bar appeared in Mabel’s hand, its amber wrapper glinting faintly in the light from Mabel’s sneakers.
“Thanks to you,” Dee said, “this chocolate is a little more powerful than what I gave you last time.”
“What do you mean, thanks to me?”
“Every time you try a new sexual act, you make both of us a bit stronger. Especially when you do something that breaks a taboo—like kissing and groping your brother.”
“Stronger?” Mabel asked. “Do you mean, like, ‘pick up something heavy’ stronger, or more like ‘Pacifica makes fun of your hair and you tell her to go eat a pinecone’ stronger?”
“The second one,” Dee replied. “I don’t know if you feel it yet, but if you don’t now, you will after you take the next step.”
A sensation of both fear and excitement rose up inside Mabel’s chest as she asked, “What’s the next step?”
“Well, you and Dipper have been to first and second base. The next step is third and fourth.”
Mabel felt like a cat’s cradle being stretched to its limit as her fear turned to dread and her excitement became exhilaration.
“That seems like more than a step,” Mabel said, breathing a bit more rapidly. “I mean, that’s two steps, right? Or more like sprinting sixty feet and then turning left and sprinting another sixty feet and then sliding at the end and all that dirt around home plate goes up your shorts and all the other kids in gym class laugh at y-”
“Mabel,” Dee cut in, “please relax. I know you have anxieties about this. You probably think that you’re too young, and that you shouldn’t be doing this with your brother.”
“Yeah,” Mabel replied shakily, “that about sums it up.”
“What you must remember is that everything you think of as the ‘rules’ surrounding sex, like how old you should be when you have it and with whom you can and cannot have it, are completely arbitrary. They were made up by people who want to control society—to control you—by controlling sex.”
“Really?”
“Mabel, I am more than ten thousand years old. I have lived through many periods in history when a girl your age was considered more than old enough to have sex, and when sex between brothers and sisters was considered entirely normal, and even desirable. The pharaohs of ancient Egypt often married their sisters and had children with them so as to keep their bloodlines pure. Especially if they were twins.”
“Wow,” Mabel breathed. “They don’t tell us about that stuff in history class.”
“Of course they don’t. Keeping you ignorant about the sexual aspects of history is an important part of suppressing your sexuality and, thus, controlling your behavior. In part, that’s why I have taken on the responsibility of being your spirit guide: to ensure that you know all that you need to know in order to fulfill your destiny.”
Destiny, Mabel thought. Then she took a deep breath and let it out.
“I don’t know if they have baseball where you’re from,” Mabel said slowly, “so just to make sure we’re on the same page, here: When you say ‘third base,’ you’re talking about me touching Dipper’s thingie, and him touching my thingie, right?”
“I would choose a different term than ‘thingie,’ but yes,” Dee replied.
“And when you say ‘fourth base,’ you’re talking about-” she tried to come up with better words “-putting the wiener in the hoo-hah?” “Yes, that’s what I mean.”
“Wow,” Mabel said. “So…I guess I’m really going to do this. Wow.”
After a moment, she thought of something. “Wait, but I don’t want to get pregnant. I mean, not yet.”
“Don’t worry,” Dee replied. “The chocolate will prevent that.”
“Okay, great,” Mabel replied hesitantly. “But what about Dipper? He’s not going to want me to get preggers, either, and I can’t just tell him that the chocolate is magic birth-control candy.”
“Tell him you take birth control pills to regulate your periods,” Dee said. “Talking about your period will make most boys want to drop the subject like a hot rock.”
Mabel blinked. “You mean, you want me to lie to Dipper?”
Dee chuckled. “My dear, boys have been lying for sex for millennia. Why shouldn’t the girls have a turn?”
Mabel blinked again. “Huh. I guess that’s only fair.”
“Now,” Dee said, “even with the chocolate, you still need to play an active part in getting your brother to have sex with you. By which I mean that you will need to seduce him. And one aspect of the art of seduction is to escalate things slowly. Start with kissing and fondling before you even hint about wanting to go further.”
“That makes sense,” Mabel replied.
“Once the two of you are nicely hot and bothered, you’ll take things up a step by fondling Dipper’s cock through his pants. And once he’s obviously enjoying that—which he will—you’ll reach inside his pants. And don’t forget to position yourself so that it’s easy for him to return the favor.”
“Oh, wow,” Mabel said a bit distantly. “We’re talking specifics now. This is really happening.”
“Don’t worry, Mabel, you are going to enjoy this more than anything in your life to date.”
Mabel snapped out of her fog. “Well, all my dates have been pretty sucky, so that’s not exactly a high bar to get over.”
“I meant- Never mind. Now, you should take some time to enjoy your visit to third base, but keep in mind that your ultimate goal is full-on sex. Which means you should be sure that your and Dipper’s clothing ends up on the floor, or the dresser, or anywhere but on your bodies. Total nudity may not be strictly necessary for going all the way, but it’s nice to be naked for your first time.”
“Naked…” Mabel replied, the thousand-yard stare returning to her eyes. “First time…Wow…”
***
Later, as Mabel walked back to the Shack, she considered what Dee had said about seducing Dipper. Even with the new chocolate, Mabel wasn’t sure how to broach the subject of full intercourse with him. What exactly was she going to say when the moment came?
“‘Hey, Dipper,’” she said aloud, “‘I really like the salad and breadsticks, but now I want to try the main course.’ Nah, that’s just gonna make him think I want to go to Oregano Greenhouse or something. Um, ‘Now that we’ve been to most of the bases, wanna slide into home?’ No, Dipper won’t relate to a sports metaphor. ‘So Dipper, remember how I used to shove gummy worms up my nose? Well, what if we shoved something else up a different-’ Gah, no, what am I thinking!?”
She sighed, then perked up as she said, “You know what? I’ll just wing it. Once I eat that chocolate, it’ll probably be easier to say sexy things.”
***
Dinner that night was even harder to get through than the one before Mabel’s first makeout session with Dipper. Mabel was so preoccupied that at one point, as they ate their grilled chicken salads, she asked Grandma Soos to pass the “undressing.”
Then later, as Mabel ate her last spoonful of flan, a terrible thought occurred: What if Dipper wasn’t in the mood for chocolate tonight? This brought to mind an even worse question: What if Dipper figured out that the chocolate was an aphorism, or ambrosia, or afro-dizzy, or whatever Dee had called it? It didn’t take much to make Dipper suspicious. She had more than once heard him quote the words of one of his favorite novelists: “Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action.” And this would be the third night in a row when Mabel offered him the chocolate.
After dinner, Mabel, Dipper, and Soos helped abuelita, as Soos called her, clean up the kitchen. Then Soos drove into town to hang out with Melody, and his grandmother settled down in front of the TV to half-watch a Chilean game show (via an old satellite dish on the roof) while she worked on the matching wool sweaters that she was crocheting for Soos and Melody. Mabel got the idea that this was Grandma Soos’ way of telling them that it was time to get more serious about marriage and kids, and Mabel wondered if she should advise Soos to lock in an interest rate.
Right now, though, she needed to focus on the task at hand. As soon as she and Dipper got to their room—where they had told Grandma Soos they would be “reading”—she offered him a piece of chocolate.
“Um, sure,” Dipper replied with a raised eyebrow.
Oh no, Mabel thought. He’s on to me.
But Dipper still took the chocolate and ate it as Mabel ate a piece herself. Then, practically as soon as he swallowed, he came over and sat next to her on her bed.
“So,” he said, “you wanna…”
That’s why he looked at me weird, Mabel realized. He wanted to start making out right away. Nice!
They shared a chocolate-flavored kiss, then another, and another. Dipper’s hands were already starting to move around on her body, so Mabel reached back and unsnapped her bra so there would be nothing in the way when he got to her boobs—which he did almost immediately after Mabel let the undergarment fall to the floor.
Mabel fell back on the bed, pulling Dipper down on top of her and making sure that his hips ended up between her open thighs. Then, as they made out, Mabel ground her groin against his. Dee had described this as “dry humping” and suggested that it would be an excellent way to put thoughts of going beyond second base into Dipper’s head.
Soon, Mabel found that she very much enjoyed dry humping, especially as the increasing hardness in Dipper’s shorts gave her more to rub against. But after a few minutes, she needed more than rubbing. She put her arms around Dipper, rolled them both onto their sides, and pulled off her top, baring her small breasts to Dipper’s eyes. Then she resumed kissing him before she slid her hand down his chest and then his stomach and then, finally, over and beyond the forbidden border of his beltline until she found that hard place in his shorts and began feeling it up for all she was worth.
Dipper gasped, but he didn’t stop kissing her. In fact, it wasn’t long before Mabel felt his hand sliding down her stomach. She raised her top leg and used her free hand to hike up her skirt just enough for Dipper to begin exploring her hot place through her now rather wet panties.
The feeling was incredible. Even though Dipper was just exploring and had no idea what to do with anything down there, feeling the hand of an actual boy on her special place was electrifying. And feeling Dipper’s thing through his shorts at the same time made it even more amazing.
But still, she wanted to do more. And she wanted Dipper to do more.
So Mabel didn’t even bother reaching into Dipper’s shorts like Dee had suggested. Instead, still kissing him, she blindly undid the button and pulled down the zipper. Then she broke off the kiss so she could watch the unveiling as she pulled down the front of Dipper’s jockeys and his erect cock sprang out like an erotic jack-in-the-box.
“Wow, Dipper!” Mabel exclaimed, pleased by the size and shape of him. “That’s nothing like what I saw in the bathtub when we were six.”
Dipper blushed. “Well, you know, we’ve both, uh, grown.” He glanced at her bare breasts and sheepishly added, “Obviously.”
Maybe it was the chocolate, but Mabel found herself staring at Dipper’s erect penis like it might very well be the key to eternal happiness. But she still remembered what Dee had said about escalating things slowly. If she just jumped Dipper right now and tried to cram his cock into her, he might freak out. Luckily, there were some other things she wanted to do first, anyway.
“Can I touch it?” she asked.
“Um, y- yeah,” Dipper replied.
She reached down and touched Dipper’s hard shaft with her fingertips, then ran them up to the head. She heard Dipper inhale deeply.
“Wow,” Mabel breathed. “I thought it would be hard, like a rock or something, but it feels more like silk.”
She didn’t know how long she spent exploring every square millimeter of Dipper’s cock, but at some point, she realized two things: first, that she was only halfway to third base, and second, that she was getting so horny that she might lose her mind. Fortunately, both problems had the same solution.
She stood up and shucked off both her skirt and her panties. But before she could sit back down and go back to obsessively playing with Dipper’s cock, her brother sat up and breathed, “Wow…”
Mabel realized that from Dipper’s point of view, she’d almost skipped an important step: him seeing her fully nude for the first time since puberty hit. And apparently, he liked what he saw, which made Mabel feel very sexy and even hornier than before. She slowly spun around to give him a good look at everything.
“Wow,” Dipper said again. “You’re definitely different from when we were six.”
As Mabel finished turning around and looked at Dipper, her intense desire and lust banished any and all residual hesitancy and doubt from her mind. So when she sat back down on the bed, she spread her legs wide and gave Dipper a good look at her hoo-hah—and a chance to touch it. He took her up on her unspoken offer almost immediately, and soon he was pushing his finger into her little opening, making Mabel stifle a scream of pleasure.
It only took a couple more minutes of mutual hand-play before Mabel decided that the moment had come—or, at least, that she couldn’t wait any longer for said moment. She leaned forward and put her head next to her brother’s.
“Dipper,” she murmured in his ear, softly, sultrily. “Do you want to put it inside me?” She squeezed his cock gently, making it crystal-clear what “it” referred to.
Dipper’s body stiffened. He had probably never imagined that Mabel would want to go this far, so he’d never thought about how he would respond when she asked him to. But when Dipper did respond, it was clear to Mabel that thought hadn’t played a part in it.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Yes. I wanna put it inside you.”
While Mabel had only recently decided that her first experience with full-on sex should be with Dipper, she’d been thinking more generally about her first time for well over a year. She’d had visions of a fancy canopy bed, candlelight, romantic music, and all that stuff, creating the perfect environment in which Mabel could give herself to her perfect boy or man as he made sweet love to her, only their shadows visible through the gauzy veil that hung around the bed.
But now, Mabel didn’t care about any of that. To hell with candlelight and vague, gauzy imagery—she wanted to see everything, in full, naked, sweaty detail. To hell with sweet music—she wanted to find out what kind of sounds Dipper would make in her ear once his cock was inside her. And to hell with making love—she wanted to fuck.
So Mabel didn’t wait for Dipper to pull her down onto the bed with him and move gently on top of her. Instead, the buck-naked girl flung herself backwards onto the bed, then raised her legs up in the air in an inviting V.
“Get in here,” she said in a seductive growl.
Dipper practically jumped on top of her. At the same time, they both reached down between their legs, Mabel spreading her pussy open for Dipper while he grabbed his cock and put it between Mabel’s open folds. Mabel’s fingers let go of her labia, letting them close to embrace Dipper’s cockhead, and helped guide Dipper to the exact spot where she very much needed it to be: the place where it could enter her the way she craved.
“Push,” she gasped.
He pushed. The sensation of his cock stretching her opening and entering her wasn’t painful at all; instead, it was every bit as delicious as she’d ever fantasized. And the reality of it—the fact that she was really, truly having actual sex—was blowing her mind.
“Oh, God,” she cried, “we’re doing it, we’re really doing it! Keep going!”
Dipper didn’t seem to have needed the encouragement, because within moments, he hilted inside Mabel. Then, slowly, he pulled out and pushed back in, again and again. It felt so good that Mabel thought she might faint, but she gripped Dipper’s shoulders and held onto both her brother and consciousness.
“Ohhhh, Mabel…” he breathed in her ear.
Mabel found her body moving instinctively along with Dipper’s, her hips pushing against his to get him nice and deep inside her on each slow thrust. But even though Mabel wanted to savor this incredible moment—not just the physical pleasure, but the sheer, life-changing momentousness of it—she needed more. The slowness of her and Dipper’s pace was maddening.
So she started moving her hips faster. And to her surprise, Dipper immediately accelerated the rhythm of his thrusts to match hers, panting in her ear with excitement and exertion. In the part of Mabel’s mind that wasn’t completely overcome by the sudden increase in her sexual pleasure, Mabel realized that Dipper had been holding back because he’d thought she would want him to.
He might be my brother, she thought, but he really is the perfect guy for me.
The twins were so horny that it wasn’t long before they were fucking fast and hard. Mabel moaned and gasped and writhed beneath her brother, whose grunts of effort in her ear sounded incredibly sexy. The sound inspired her to remove her arms from around Dipper’s shoulders and instead to grasp his ass with both hands, helping the both of them to fuck each other harder.
“Dipper,” she whimpered in his ear. “I’m…I’m gonna…”
“Oh yes,” he panted. “Oh… oh…NNNNGH!”
“NGYAAAH!” Mabel cried, cumming as hard as her brother was, feeling his hot seed shooting into her deep inside.
When it was over, Mabel felt as though she were floating inside a fluffy cloud made of good feelings and happy thoughts. And when she opened her eyes and looked at Dipper’s face, she could see that he, too, was in a blissful daze. Which was why, she supposed, when he rolled off of her, he forgot how close to the edge of the bed they were, and he landed on the floor with a thump.
“I’m okay!” he yelped, then scrambled back onto the bed and lay down on Mabel’s other side. Then they both looked up at the ceiling.
“Wow,” Dipper said. “I can’t believe…Wow.”
“Yeah,” Mabel replied. “Wow. But…in a good way. Right?”
“Well…I mean, doing it for the first time is amazing, but the fact that it was with my sister makes it…a little weird.”
Mabel began to worry. This was supposed to be the first of many times, for the rest of their lives. What if-
“But,” Dipper continued, “weird is kinda my thing. So honestly…” He took her hand. “…it was great.”
“Really great,” Mabel agreed. “And guess what? We’re sharing a room, Soos’ room is downstairs, and Gramma Soos always takes her hearing aid out when she goes to bed. Which means we can do this every night if we want to.” With a grin that was simultaneously goofy and sexy, she added, “We can do it all night if we want to.”
“Wow,” Dipper said again.
Then he rolled back on top of her and said, “All night sounds perfect.”
“Oh yeah it does,” Mabel replied.
She put her arms around him and spread her legs wide, and they were off again.
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