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Fistbump 2: Unspeakable (a Pinecest story)	By : Edward_or_Ford Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 21283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The remainder of the first week of school went by in a haze for the twins, in their separate ways.
For Mabel, she dedicated all of her waking hours to concentrating on creating the illusion of normalcy. By all outwards appearances to everyone who knew her, her acting was perfect. Her parents, neighbors, friends, and teachers only saw the whirlwind of the Pines family, delighting and flustering everyone around her just as she always did. Deep inside, she suppressed everything else. The role that she had taken on, that of “Mabel”, was easier for her to adopt on a full-time basis than to deal with the real raw emotions she faced in her relationship with Dipper.
It was hardest at night, alone in her room. With nobody to distract her, nobody to perform for, her feelings fought to escape. The constant battle to keep her emotions about Dipper at bay was not conducive to sleep. On Wednesday night, the night of their disastrous tryst, she could not find any rest at all. Thursday night, it was after four o’clock when a brief sleep finally claimed her.
Dipper was not cut out to be the actor Mabel was, nor was he terribly inclined to hide his dejection from anyone anyways. On Thursday morning, it was obvious to his mother that something was bothering him, but he wouldn’t tell her what was wrong.
He was vaguely distracted by schoolwork, but appeared depressed to his friends and teachers both days at school. Anthony asked Dipper over to his house again. Ezra privately asked if Dipper wanted to unload anything on him. Both invitations were gloomily turned down.
After arriving home separately from Mabel on Thursday afternoon, their parents respected Dipper’s wish to be left alone. His father guessed that perhaps his son was dealing with a new bully at school, or some other uncomfortable situation facing a socially awkward introvert in the first week at a new school. He assured Dipper that he was there if he needed to talk about anything.
Their mother, however, did find it a touch odd that Mabel appeared unconcerned by Dipper’s behavior. Normally perking up her brother by whatever means necessary was the primary job of the “alpha twin” if he got into one of his sourpuss moods.

By Friday evening, Mabel’s ability to mask her own fatigue and sorrow was almost at its limit, and she knew it. She claimed an upset stomach after supper, got up from the table without a glance at Dipper, and went to her room and closed her door.
Dipper watched Mabel leave, then turned his attention back to his dinner plate and his barely-touched food. He knew that her act, trying to carry on as normal, was tearing her apart.
And I’ve made it even worse for her, he told himself. At first there was our secret, which is bad enough, but at least we had each other. Now she’s completely alone, and hurt, making herself sick, and she can’t tell anyone! It's all my fault! How could I have done this to her?
His thoughts were so low, to his dismay he found he was right on the brink of tears, and was about to fall over the edge. He had to get away from his parents right away! He quickly asked to be excused from the table.
“Dipper,” his mother said with concern, “you’ve not eaten anything! You barely ate yesterday at dinner, either. Please tell us what’s wrong!”
“It’s nothing, Mom,” Dipper replied quietly, getting up from his chair and turning toward the hallway to the bedrooms. He hoped they didn’t see the wetness in his eyes.
His father spoke up sternly. “Dip, being in a bad mood does not give you license to be rude, or to not clean up your dinner plate.” Dipper did not stop walking. “You come back here and …”
“Just leave me alone!” he snapped back, not turning his head so that they couldn’t see the streams now running freely down his cheeks. He hoped his voice just sounded angry, rather than betray the despair he felt. He strode quickly to his room and slammed the door.
Mabel heard the commotion as she was getting her nightgown on. She knew Dipper was still upset about Wednesday night, and she allowed herself to feel her first twinge of sympathy for someone other than herself in two days. But her overtired brain would not allow her to mull on the thought any further. She collapsed into her bed and quickly succumbed to a long, dreamless sleep of exhaustion.

Mabel awoke at almost noon on Saturday morning, having been allowed to sleep as long as she wanted due to her proclamation of stomach illness. She was stiff, hungry, and terribly in need of going to the bathroom.
Most importantly, though, the long rest had dissolved most of her fear and confusion about what had happened between herself and Dipper on Wednesday night. As Mabel rose to sit on the edge of the bed, her heart skipped as she realized that she badly wanted to reconnect with him again. She had completely shut him out the last couple of days, and she felt awful about it. She remembered hearing him storm off to his room last night. She had to talk to him. She had to let him know she still loved him!
She hadn’t resolved everything that was uncomfortable about the events of Wednesday night. It was still terrifying to recall the helplessness she felt, the feeling of violation. She never wanted to go through that again, but she absolutely did not want to lose what she had with Dipper because of it.
Looking outside, she saw that it was a gorgeous day, unusually sunny for the Bay area. She got dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, and grabbed her Rasta-orange sweater, tying the sleeves around her waist.
Mabel found she was alone in the house, but heard activity in the backyard. She looked through the kitchen windows and saw her father digging with a shovel outside. Mama had been pleading for the backyard renovation since the spring, and now it looked like Daddy was going to make it happen. Piles of freshly-dug earth marked where new landscaping features were to be located. She saw stacks of paving stones, and bricks for a new retaining wall, which must have been delivered that morning while she slept.
Her father was wearing jeans and a sleeveless undershirt, and judging by the sheen that covered his body, he was working very hard on this warm day. He paused his shoveling to speak instructions on where more stones needed to be dropped. That was when Mabel saw a shirtless Dipper emerge from behind the pile of landscaping stones, hefting a slab intended for a new walkway. Drenched in sweat and obviously very tired, he staggered under the load to the prescribed location, then dropped and placed the stone carefully on the smoothed gravel surface that their father had built earlier.
She correctly guessed that Daddy had not punished Dipper for his inappropriate manners the previous night, but was now making up for it. She watched Dipper closely.
He looks miserable, she thought, taking in his weary expression and slumped posture. But even though his movements betrayed his woe, his sweaty body still made her feel all tingly from head to toe. Dipper was no Adonis; skinny, pale, maybe even gangly, that’s how most people saw him. But all Mabel could see, after a good night’s sleep, was what he would look like in a few years. Dipper, you big dork! she thought wistfully. You’re gonna be such a hottie!
For his part, Dipper knew he would pay for his outburst at the dinner table the previous evening. He endured the back-breaking labor silently. Working for Grunkle Stan at the Mystery Shack had been beneficial for his work ethic. Mom was out for a weekend appointment with one of her clients, and Dad was usually a little easier on him when she wasn’t around. But not today. Guess I really pissed him off last night, he thought. Serves me right, I suppose. I deserve this!
Dipper heard the sliding door open and close, knowing it was Mabel. Or rather “Mabel”, he remembered, the air-quotes name for the character she played for everyone, including himself now. That's the way it should be, he thought bitterly. She should shun me for the rest of my life, for what I've done to her! He finished the placement of the heavy slab, avoiding looking up.
"Hey Pumpkin!" called out their father to Mabel. "Good to see you up. Feeling better?"
"Better than the two of you, I bet," she replied sympathetically, as the heat of the day hit her. She looked around to their neighbors' hilly backyards through the mature trees and over low fences, seeing many people relaxing rather than working. "I assume Mama must have some pretty cray-cray blackmail on file about you, Daddy, cause I can't think of a worse way than this to spend the day!"
Stopping to lean on the handle of the shovel, and glancing at Dipper and back again, their father sighed. "Yeah, that file's pretty thick, actually!" he said with a half-smile. "But your brother and I had some things to work on here, so this is on me today." He paused, addressing Dipper's slouched back as his son arrived at the stack to retrieve another stone. "You're still not much for conversation today, Dip, but I do appreciate how hard you're working. Thank you!" he said sincerely.
Dipper crouched down with bent knees, preparing to lift another of the seemingly endless supply of stones. He looked up briefly to his father, nodded acknowledgement, then grunted as he started back toward the path with his new load. He stared down at the ground in front of him as he walked. He couldn't look at Mabel. He wouldn't. Dipper had convinced himself that he was responsible for all of her pain, and she deserved to not be subjected to his attention.
"You both look way too overheated!" Mabel said. "Daddy, I want to make some real lemonade for you guys. Can you go get some lemons from the market?"
"My rubber arm has been duly twisted!" he replied immediately, smiling broadly. "You know I can't resist your lemonade! But please, no plastic dinosaurs! And we can use a rest and time to get something to eat." Again, he turned to Dipper. "You can take a break until after lunch, Dip."
Dipper laid down the stone and started positioning it on the path. "It's okay," he replied sullenly. "I'll keep working on this until you get back."
Their father shook his head sadly as he picked up his overshirt and headed toward the house. He stopped briefly beside Mabel. "See what you can do to cheer him up, Pumpkin?" he whispered.
She nodded earnestly. He patted her shoulder as he walked past her. "You're a great sister," he murmured appreciatively to her.
Mabel watched Dipper walk tiredly back to the pile of stones. No, she thought to herself, biting her bottom lip to keep tears at bay. He's a great brother!

Moments later, with their father on his way to the nearest grocery store many blocks away, Mabel walked slowly to Dipper. He had his back to her, wrestling more paving stones from the pile and standing them up. She hadn't really spoken to him at all since Wednesday, just a few cursory comments around the house, trying to make "Mabel" appear authentic. This was going to be their first time actually talking since the uncomfortable incident.
Her subconscious, it seems, had other plans. Unbidden, a quick flashback of their last sexual contact entered her mind. It stopped her in her tracks. With effort, she forced the experience away.
No, I will not feel this! Not now! She resumed her slow walk, just a few yards away to her brother.
Dipper heard the soft footfalls behind him. She's going to blame me, he thought with dread. That’s why she sent Dad to the store. She should hit me. Maybe she’ll use Dad’s shovel. He stopped his work, but kept his back to Mabel, accepting of whatever his sister wanted to do to him.
He felt her punch him … but it wasn’t remotely hard enough. Barely more than what it felt like to bump into a door frame. He reluctantly turned to face the music.
And for the second time that week, he found Mabel presenting her fist to him. Her face was wet, her mouth turned up in a trembling, lopsided smile.
Dipper’s poise disappeared, as he was unprepared for Mabel to want to be forgiving of him, to communicate love to him. Hormones he never knew existed flooded through his body, overwhelming him. He staggered, needing to grasp the pile of landscaping bricks. Mabel caught him. He disbelievingly allowed himself to be guided unsteadily to the ground, where they knelt in front of each other. Mabel's heart was breaking to see Dipper's sadness and shame.
Tears mixed with the sweat on his face. His chest struggled, unable to draw a breath. He looked at her with desperate eyes. "I’m … I'm so sorry!" he finally managed to choke faintly.
"I know," she wept quietly, pulling him gently into her arms. "I know ... I'm sorry too!"
Both of them broke down then, sobbing uninhibited into each other's shoulders. They clutched each other tightly for several minutes, allowing their shared grief and the enormous pressure of their secret to be released.
"Are you kids alright?" called a concerned voice.
It was Mrs. Zeidenberg, their neighbor in the home next to theirs. She and her husband were an older retired couple who had been in the neighborhood long before the Pines family moved there. She had walked over to the low fence to see how her neighbor's landscaping project was coming along, when she saw the twins huddled and crying together.
Dipper and Mabel separated quickly and clumsily, unsuccessfully trying to regain their composure. Mabel panicked over how they must have appeared. Dipper was thankful that at least they hadn't been kissing.
"Yeah, we're fine!" he blurted in a quivering voice, standing up and trying to wipe his face with his dirty hands.
Mrs. Zeidenberg's eyes narrowed slightly. They could tell she was concerned, and very curious. "Are you sure?"
Amazingly, a perfectly plausible story came to Dipper. He didn't even have to lie! "It's okay,” he sniffed, helping Mabel to her feet. “I was just … helping Mabel through some stuff ... boy troubles.” He looked over to his sister. “She's … having problems with some big jerk of a guy." His voice broke as he placed his arm protectively around her shoulder.
Mabel looked back at her brother and immediately picked up the ball. "Yeah ... and Dipper's got a thing for this messed up girl, too!" she said haltingly, sliding her hand around his bare waist and giving him a squeeze. She turned back to their neighbor with a small smile. "We were just trying to make each other feel better!"
The older woman smiled sweetly. "Oh, goodness! You two are just the nicest pair! You are awfully lucky to have each other to lean on!" she told them fondly. "I’m sorry to bother you, I'll leave you alone now. Good luck, kids!" She turned back towards her house.
The twins' adrenaline was pumping from the close call, hearts pounding, panting lightly. They were alone again, but remained in plain view of the backyards of at least four other houses. Still with an arm around each other, they looked around, then at each other.
Mabel spoke first in a harsh whisper. "The house!"
"Definitely the house!" Dipper whispered back without hesitation.
They ran to the patio door, barely closing it behind them before urgently grabbing each other. Their mouths came fiercely together, their arms forcing their bodies together securely. Both of them were desperate to replace the emptiness they had been feeling, wanting to feel love again as quickly and as strongly as possible.
They stumbled to Mabel's bedroom and collapsed together on her bed. Both knew what they needed without even speaking. They intertwined their bare legs, wrapped their arms as far around as they could, pressed their chins to the side of each other's necks, and squeezed with every muscle in their bodies. The catharsis was almost immediate, the remainder of their heartache seemingly washed away after a minute or so of the intense, intimate embrace.
They backed off a bit and rested their heads on the mattress, kissing gently, their noses touching lightly together, their moist eyes peering directly at one another. They started smiling even before they spoke.
"I love you so much," they said softly in unison, smiles broadening into wide grins. Still twins!
Wrapping themselves together for another squeeze, Dipper happily sighed, "You were absolutely right, Mabel. I hereby approve of the name 'not-so-awkward-sibling-hug'. It's got a nice ring to it!" Mabel hummed in agreement, contentedly holding Dipper’s sweaty body close to her own.
They heard the car door slam in the driveway outside, startling them. Eyes wide and quickly scrambling to their feet, they dashed out to the kitchen. In a low voice, Mabel cheekily said, "Well, that was almost an extremely-awkward-sibling-hug!" Dipper didn’t see the humor in the situation as their father walked in the side door carrying a bag of produce.

Life didn't exactly return to "normal" for Dipper and Mabel after that, but compared to the previous few days, things were a cake walk.
The twins avoided their parents’ gentle prompts on what had been wrong with Dipper, and what Mabel had done to cheer him up. Dipper called it “just some stuff at school.” Mabel, always loathe to lie, told them she “hugged it out of him!” They were satisfied with the vague explanations, happy to just have Dipper back to his normal self.
That evening, after the kids got dressed for sleep, Dipper went to conspire quietly in Mabel’s room for several minutes. They sat on her bed, a discrete distance maintained between them. Mabel wanted to hold him again, to be able to reconnect with those feelings that had been interrupted that morning before lunch. Dipper had to reign in Mabel’s enthusiasm, reminding her of what they discussed in Oregon and on the bus ride home. It was risky, all it would take would be their father or mother opening her bedroom door at any time. Getting caught even in an affectionate embrace would be difficult enough to explain. And he asked her if they had ever been able to limit themselves to just hugging. Grumbling, she agreed with him.
“All right, I’ll try to back off. But you owe me two things!” Mabel told her brother.
Dipper raised an eyebrow. “Only two?”
“Two new things!” she retorted. “First, you never replied to this outside today.” She held her fist up towards him. She found his smile adorable as he returned the fistbump. They found they couldn’t pull back their fists quite so easily, so they kept them pushing together.
“Second,” she said in a much lower voice, “on Wednesday night, you owe me everything you’ve got stored up down there!” pointing at his crotch with her other hand and smiling wickedly. “We’re going to be able to go back to doing things the right way!”
Dipper blushed, his breathing starting to become more labored. He was very aware of his penis hardening inside his sleeping shorts. He reluctantly stood up from the bed, smiled ruefully and shook his head at his seductress. “See, this is why we need to be careful!” he said quietly, gesturing down to the rising tent pole in his crotch. “Now I’ve got to get back to my room looking like this!”
Mabel just continued to give him her smirk. “Sweet dreams, Bro Bro!”
Dipper blushed deeper. “Guaranteed! G’night, Mabel!”
“Night, Dipper!” replied Mabel gleefully, as Dipper cracked open the door, looked both ways, then closed her door behind him.
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Fistbump 2: Unspeakable (a Pinecest story)