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Twin Pines	By : MichaelATownshed Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 37004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls or Twin Peaks, nor am I making any money off this story. Christ who would even pay for this?

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Thank you Latham02, Belfry, RandomReviewer, Harem Lover, lb54, and Anon for your reviews and comments!
Latham02: Mabel and Dipper are so fun to write dialogue for, and even more fun to write them interacting with each other lol. So cute.
Belfry: I’ve never had my writing described as excellent in German, so thanks! I don’t know if I can top it sexually, but I’ll definitely try.
RandomReviewer: Well, he’s not dead, so that’s something lol.
Harem Lover: Candy’s so adorable, she really isn’t on the show often enough. It’s a shame Dipper/Candy (Dindy? Candipper?) didn’t end up as canon, but who knows, the season’s not quite over yet.
lb54: Poor Stan, I love the old cheapskate but I can’t help but make him go through Hell for this story.
Anon: The story is going somewhere, though where and when I plan to keep to myself for now. I appreciate your honestly concerning your grievances with the plot and its structure, thank you very much.
So once more, thanks for the reviews, and for everyone else, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 5
mabeL ro lebaM
SUMMER OF LAST YEAR
A fourteen year-old Wendy Corduroy walked along the dusty dirt path on a cool, lazy summer morning. The sun beamed brightly without a cloud in the sky and the light breeze kept the warm day at just the right temperature. It would've been a perfect day to hang out with her friends at the pool or at the bowling alley, or maybe to engage in some activities considered a bit less innocuous, that is, if they could get their hands on the right sort of contraband.
Instead Wendy, with textbooks in hand, was stuck taking a summer school class. It was the math that had done her in, though even now she failed to see why she needed to know when Jeff’s train was going to pass by Mark’s train. Were they on a date or something? It's not fair, I failed math because I couldn't calculate when they were going to kiss? It was a downer to say the least.
But she was determined to enjoy the walk to school. She had decided on taking a longer route, one that cut through Gravity Fall’s deep, ancient, and utterly majestic forests. The cicadas sang their songs in the distance while the sunlight poked through the veil of sycamore leaves that swished in the breeze. Aside from herself there was no one around, save for the very occasional vehicle driving by on the nearby road. What a wonderful day, she said to herself.
“Just going to school, all the way to school,” she said in a sing-songy tone, with her arms swinging upbeatly. Despite the whole summer school thing she couldn’t help but feel pretty chipper, so much so that she began skipping, even though she considered it an uncool thing for a teenager like herself to do. “Just going to school, gonna try not to fail in class, cause dad will whip me if I do, and he’s a hardcore badass so he’ll totally do it too. Well, not really.”
Some sort of creature, dark and silent, swooped across her path, stopping her in her tracks. It was an owl, one that flew so close to her that one of its wings almost touched her. She watched as it flew into the forest and disappeared somewhere up above in the dense forest canopy. A shiver went up her spine. “Well, that was weird,” she said, trying to brush off the encounter. It wasn't like she hadn't seen an owl before; the town and its adjacent woodlands had plenty of them, along with any other forest animals one could think of. And yet she felt an unease that wouldn't pass, and then embarrassment over how ridiculous she was being. Shrugging, she continued on her merry way. “So I’m going to school, gonna be a busy little bun-ny and do my time, and nothing bad’s gonna happen to me. Nothing bad's gonna happen to me, nothing bad’s gonna happeennn, to meeee!”
Wendy was taken completely by surprise as someone slammed into her from her side, knocking the redhead right off her feet. She hit the grass with the other person on top her, and while in a panic, she knocked that other person off with a swing of her fist. The punch landed before she could correct herself, and Wendy, gasping, covered her mouth as the attacker, in reality another teenaged girl, cradled her bruised cheekbone and pushed herself away.
The terrified teenager got up and almost fell again, managing to stay upright only by supporting herself against a tree. The girl's shoes were missing and her socks were caked with mud and grime. Her torn nightgown, the only other thing she was wearing, was filthy and ruined. Leaves and a couple of twigs had gotten caught in her matted, tangled hair. Despite her ragged appearance Wendy knew exactly who it was: the huge, pregnant belly was a dead giveaway.
“Maddy Pulaski?” Wendy asked. Her eyes teared up. “Oh God, Maddy, what happened?”
Maddy Pulaski was a classmate at her school, one she wasn't friends with, but one she knew of mostly from her none too savory reputation. Her second pregnancy in as many years certainly didn't help her rep any. But here she was, looking like something out of a horror movie, dressed in a tattered garment that barely concealed her pregnant body, and with her terrified doe-like eyes starring off at nothing. She didn't even seem to notice Wendy's presence anymore. “Maddy?”
Maddy tore a fingernail off just digging her fingers into the tree bark.
“Jesus Christ Maddy what the Hell?” Wendy cried, as she approached the pregnant teen. But Maddy didn’t respond, wasn't even listening to her. Wendy tried to touch the girl's dirty, bruised arms.
Maddy jolted from her state of catatonia to meet Wendy's gaze. “Don’t come any closer,” she said, backing away from Wendy, “stay away.”
“No, it's ok, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise, just let me help you.” Wendy frantically searched her pockets for her phone. To her immense frustration it wasn't on her. Spotting it among her text books she scrambled for it, turning away from Maddy. “I'm calling the cops ok? Whatever happened I’m sure we can- damn it, what’s with the reception around here? Of all days for this fu-” When she turned back around, Maddy was gone.
“Maddy?”
The road was barren for miles in either direction. Wendy listened for and heard no gasps for breath, no crying, no rustling of bushes or of rushed footsteps shuffling through fallen leaves; the forest was bereft of any sort of human activity beyond her own. But she couldn’t have gotten very far, Wendy figured, not with that huge belly she was lugging around. “Maddy!”
Deeper into the forest she thought she glimpsed something moving before it slipped behind a tree. Wendy couldn't tell who or what it was, but she nevertheless darted in that direction. Gravity Falls had always been ripe with rumors of bizarre phenomena occurring deep in these old woods, or of stories of things seen that couldn't possibly be real. The townsfolk, including herself, regularly dismissed the stories as dumb campfire tales, or as the ramblings of drunken rednecks, but the truth was, everyone in town knew that something was different about these woods, it was just that no one really knew what. Today, running through these trees all alone, she couldn’t help but recall the scarier tales she’d heard around those campfires. An axe would be pretty nice to have right about now.
She didn't find Maddy. She didn't find anyone. What she did find was something shining on a patch of moss. It was a ring, one attached to a blue gemstone engraved with an insignia she didn't recognize. Did it belong to Maddy? Wendy wasn’t sure, but it was a sign that at least someone had been here recently. Wendy stepped closer toward the ring, and kneeling down, she reached for it.
“Don't,” said someone behind her. She quickly turned around to find Old Man McGucket standing a few feet away. The hillbilly was well known for his weirdness. No, more so, the man had lost his mind a long time ago, before she was even born. While he was generally regarded as harmless, Wendy couldn't help but wonder if he was somehow involved in this whole mess.
“Don’t pick up the ring,” he said.
“The ring?” asked Wendy. “Did you see Maddy Pulaski around here? She's a girl in my school, around my age, like, fourteen years-old I think. She's in really bad shape and she's pregnant and I think someone's chasing her and she needs help but I don't know where she went and the reception's terrible so I can't even call the police and I'm going to be late for summer school I don’t know what to do.” Oh God I'm rambling.
“No!” he screamed. “No, no, don't pick up the ring, don't pick it up!”
“What? Didn't you hear what I said? I- hey...” The ring was already in the palm of her hand.
“Don't you see it, don't you see it?” McGucket implored, while pulling maniacally at his frazzled hair. “He's wearing a mask! He hides in plain sight. But I can see him, I can see him. The Man from Another Time told me he is the evil that men do. Only two types can see him: the truly gifted or the truly damned. I don't know which I am, I don't know! No, no, no, he told me, he told me!”
Wendy slowly backed away from the crazy old man. Her heart pounding, she reached out behind her for the nearest tree. Much to her horror he stepped forward as if to give chase, but stopped before taking another step.
The cicadas had stopped singing, Wendy noticed. And something was behind her, moving, enshrouding her in darkness. Up above Wendy saw an owl perched on a tree branch, silently watching her as it spread its wings open and eclipsed the sun behind it.

* * *
PRESENT NIGHT
The living room was dark save for the glow of the aquarium and that strange neon H sign that hung right above the living room table. Seated at the table and opposite Wendy, Pacifica looked up at the sign. What does that H stand for? she wondered. It was weird and tacky, but then again, Stan Pine’s home wasn’t exactly the pinnacle of home décor. Pacifica held the cup of tea Wendy had served her. Her hand was shaking; she used the other to steady the cup. Far away, the dull crack of a thunder strike rumbled in the sky. Proper decorum told her she should drink the tea with all the grace and finesse of a girl of her social class. Instead she gulped the hot drink down in a single nervous gulp. It singed her throat. It wasn’t good tea either. I bet they bought this at a supermarket. But it did warm her up; the rain had drenched her trench coat and partially dampened her knee length pink dress and black leggings.
Pacifica cleared her throat. “So before anything else, I want to address the elephant in the room.”
Wendy stared at her blankly. She hardly took a sip of her tea. “Elephant?”
“Yes,” Pacifica said as she poured herself another cup, “the one in the room.” Normally she'd let the manservants serve the tea and crumpets and what not, but judging from the taste of the dime store tea she was choking down she was sure no manservants were to be found anywhere around these parts. Of course Wendy had neglected to bring out the crumpets too. You know what, I bet there aren’t any crumpets either. “I mean, you know…”
Wendy continued staring at her blankly.
“You’re dressed like a white Big Bird, which quite frankly got its butt kicked. And that’s clearly the only thing you’re wearing. Like, to put it bluntly, even from my vantage point I can confirm without a doubt that your carpet matches the drapes.”
Wendy looked down at herself. She crossed her legs. “Whoops.”
The two girls stared at each other. Whoops? thought Pacifica. That is not a whoops. Not bringing out the crumpets, that’s a whoops. Coming out with your va-jajay showing? That is not a whoops.
“Well,” Pacifica said, swallowing another gulp full of tea, “Elephant discussed. Um, may I have some crumpets please? I just need something to get the taste of this awfu- er- wonderful tea out of my mouth.”
Wendy looked at the girl in a perplexed manner. “Crumpets?”
Ha I called it, no crumpets. I'm in Hell. “I have to talk to Dipper. He’s upstairs right? I really need to talk to him, like right now.”
Wendy put her tea cup back down without having taken another sip. “It's kinda rude of you to be demanding things and hatin’ on my tea, especially considering you showed up in the middle of the night uninvited.”
Pacifica hated what she was going to have to do next. She gritted her teeth in preparation. “I realize I've been an ungracious guest and I'm... sore-y? Sarrwee? S-s-”
“Sorry,” Wendy corrected.
“Yeah, that! I'm... sorry, but this is no meaningless house visit. May I talk to Dipper, please? Pretty please? It’s really important, I’m not joking around here.”
“He’s asleep, which I think would be kinda expected with it being this late and all. So, how about you fill me in on what’s so important that you needed to come here during a hellish rain storm at night just to see Dipper. Or am over thinking this? He is a pretty cute boy after all.”
The blonde girl blushed. “No! It's not anything like that.”
“Oh come on, the kid's adorable! Don't tell me you don't want that heroic brainiac boy all to yourself.”
She nervously bit her lip. Her face was growing hot. “That's not why I'm here! And I think you know that too.”
Wendy shook her head. She picked up the tea kettle and poured Pacifica another cup, which she readily accepted. “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
“Thank you,” she said. “You were there, in the red room, and we were dancing around Dipper. I wanted to… be with him, so badly. And then he was gone.”
“I thought you said you weren't interested in him,” said Wendy.
“That's not the point. It was a vision!”
“And I was in your dream?”
“Vision! And yes! And Mabel was there too, I think, maybe, and other people, only I don't think I saw them. But they were there. They were watching us.”
Wendy shuddered. “Ew, pervs watching us while we dance all sexy around a boy before we engage in coitus, talk about a kinky dream.”
“But it wasn't!” Pacifica yelled, utterly distressed and slamming her fists on the table, “It wasn't some stupid sex dream!”
“Calm down I'm just joshing you. Still, sweety, I dunno, maybe you just went to be bed after having one too many ice cream sundaes powdered with gold shavings or something?”
“Nuh uh, I only have those like, twice a month, tops. All that gold is a killer on the waistline.”
“I'm sure it is hon.”
“You have to believe me, I know you were there. And you were in a black dress with a black wide brimmed hat, and I called you a hillbilly, so you called me a blue blooded jerk, you know, typical catty stuff, I guess we don't like each other or something. But then I heard a bell that you didn't hear and-”
“You walked through an opening in the red curtains...” Wendy finished. She wasn’t sure how she knew that.
A bead of sweet ran down Pacifica's face. She slowly nodded.
“The pig with the coffee… it was like oil,” mumbled Wendy.
“What?” Pacifica asked, before gulping down another cup of tea. Despite the taste she couldn’t help herself, it was something of a nervous habit for her when she got incredibly stressed out. Now was one of those times. She wiped the sweat off her brow.
“Nothing,” said Wendy. She reached over for the tea kettle and tried to pour another cup only to find it empty.
“There's something else. I need to talk to Dipper as soon as possible.”
“Well, like I said, he’s asleep, and I’m still not sure about waking him up for this. It could still just be a weird coincidence.”
Pacifica's eyes narrowed. “What exactly are you doing here anyway? I know you don’t live here, and you're definitely not the maid. Not with that work ethic you’re not.”
“Mabel’s on her period,” Wendy bluntly stated.
Pacifica eyes widened. “Wow, TMI. Wait, is it her first one?”
Wendy nodded.
“Huh, so our dearest Mabel's growing up. How's she handling it?”
Upstairs the sound of footsteps and giggling could clearly be heard.
“Well, it sounds like they’re up, I guess I'll go ask her. About her period. Yeah.” Pacifica put the tea cup down and got up. “It's been a pleas… oh wow, that's weird... oh hey…” Something was horribly wrong; she was light headed and her limbs were suddenly so much heavier. The girl's footsteps faltered, her sight began to blur. “What… what is… did you put something in my tea? I can’t…. so dizzy… why would you...?” The girl, no longer able to hold herself up, even with the use of a chair, collapsed on the floor.
Wendy watched on blankly. She looked down at her barely sipped at cup of tea. With a single finger she pushed it across the table.
Pacifica whimpered as she tried and failed to get on her hands and knees. Her consciousness was slipping away, disappearing into a world of black that threatened to swallow her whole. The last thing she saw before passing out was Wendy rising up from her chair.
Pacifica was cute, Wendy conceded. In a few years she'd be gorgeous. But Wendy didn't consider herself the type to dwell on the superficial. The teen approached Pacifica, knelt down before her and reached out for the golden locks of hair that covered her face. She brushed the girl's hair aside and admired her unconscious, spotless, angelic face. “You know, you kinda remind me of myself,” she said, as she continued to brush Pacifica's soft, perfectly smooth hair. With her other hand she reached down for the hem of Pacifica's dress. She lingered on the fabric; it was of a quality and brand that no ordinary teenager could reasonably afford. But Pacifica wasn't an ordinary girl, at least not when it came to her affluence. Pulling down the rich girl’s leggings, Wendy rubbed her pale thighs, then slowly pulled up on the dress’s hem, exposing her red panties. Upstairs the giggling continued unabated. Wendy ignored them as she fingered the younger girl's covered loins; she could feel the heat of her sex radiate from underneath her silky underwear. Using both hands she slid Pacifica’s panties down those smooth, milky thighs.
The perfect girl even had a perfect pussy. It was a little pink slit with lips that were hairless and fit tightly together. Wendy noticed the mild razor burn along the girl’s pubic region. She frowned. “And here I wanted to see if the carpet matched the drapes.”
Wendy wasn’t done though. She opened up the drugged girl's legs, gazed at her adorable sex, and kissed it. The familiar taste of pussy filled her mouth as she suckled on her sweet slit. Pacifica was helpless as Wendy cupped the girl’s small, covered, wet breasts and squeezed them. She deeply sniffed in the fragrance of the younger girl’s privates. She smelled even better than she tasted. After savoring Pacifica’s loins long enough to satisfy her thirst, Wendy gripped the girl’s hair and jerked her head back with one harsh tug, stretching out her neck for easy access. The blonde girl stayed limp and lifeless as Wendy nibbled and pecked her neck from her collarbone up her throat and into her mouth, all the while grinding against her naked leg.
Everything about her tasted good. Pacifica’s slack tongue didn’t react to Wendy’s exploring tongue, nor did she move when Wendy licked the blonde teen’s face from her chin to her forehead. Wendy took hold of the girl’s limp wrist and kissed it. She kept kissing her fingers until she noticed the neon H sign hung on the wall.
“I know you're there,” she whispered, “but you can't see me. You can't see anything.” Letting Pacfica’s wrist go, she stood up and took the sign down. She found a camera the size of a lapel pin hidden within it.
“Heya Feds. I know you're trying, but you wouldn't be the first ones to fail. Guess what? It's happening again.”
* * *
Dipper took a picture of the impossible Mabel clone named Lebam. When he awoke from his feinting spell he found himself dressed in a shirt and a pair of shorts, as both Mabel and Lebam had apparently decided a less intimate introduction might help break the ice better. Mabel, dressed in her nightgown in order to protect her dear brother from more sensory overload, laid in bed with her head hanging upside down off the edge of the mattress. She kicked the bed impatiently. Lebam, wearing an exact copy of Mabel’s nightgown, sat on the floor beside her. The two girls smiled for Dipper’s cellphone camera, and once the picture was taken, looked at each other and giggled.
Seated on a dusty old cardboard box on the other side of the room, Dipper examined the picture closely. Well, I guess she’s not a hallucination. But they look exactly the same, it's uncanny. “So, someone explain to me why I suddenly have a twin sister of my twin sister?”
Both girls scoffed in unison. “You don’t suddenly,” said Mabel, while she continued kicking the bed, “I’m your one and only loving and adoring twin sibling.”
“Yeah Dip,” said Lebam, “it's not like you can have a twin sister of a twin sister and be the twin brother of both twin sisters. That's not how that works.”
“There were a lot of twins in that sentence.”
“Twins!” Both Mabel and Lebam squealed.
“But seriously bro-bro,” continued Lebam, “it's not like I'm a new development around here, I've been my super cute adorkable-self all summer long.
“We've both been super cute and adorkable all summer long,” corrected Mabel.
This revelation made Dipper’s jaw drop. “No way.”
“Yes way!” both girls cried.
It was insane, his brain reeled from the impossibility of it all. “I think I would've noticed if a Mabel double was hanging around here for over 2 months.”
“Someone wants proof.” Lebam walked over to Dipper and extended her hand for the phone. He hesitantly handed it over. “For a while you got pretty obsessed with that journal Big D. I'm not always around, but when I am Mabel and I sometimes go on our own special girl-themed adventures that no one else gets to see or participate in but which are just as good as your regular adventures.”
“That or we superglue various animal couples together,” said Mabel. “We have our reasons.”
“Let's see,” continued Lebam, as she opened up the phone’s web browser, “we saved a butterfly kingdom from an evil crocodile-lizard guy, got caught in a dangerous web of romantic intrigue while visiting Mermando's aquatic castle, fought a vampire-”
“Dated another vampire,” added Mabel.
“-and got transported into Stan's TV where we had to help Duck-tective solve the case of the mysterious jewel snatcher from another dimension, who was legit from another dimension.”
That last one he definitely remembered happening. I always wondered how she ended up there. It was a pretty good episode too. “I'm still having trouble believing all this.”
Lebam pulled up the Mabel’s Guide to Dating video on YouTube, that ever popular site that Mabel sometimes used to veg out on cat videos. That or illegally upload badly recorded copies of Disney Channel shows that would get taken down a couple weeks later anyway. “The proof is in the pudding, or rather, in the videos we made so that we could become INTERNET FAMOUS. We're not there yet but we're both happy with our subscriber base.”
Lebam handed the cell phone back to Dipper. The video started playing. “As we all know, I’m a dating expert,” said Mabel in the video. She was seated at a table holding an empty mug, surrounded by her stuffed animals.
I hated being on this stupid segment so much, thought Dipper as he watched the vid. I mean, how did I get a failing grade on a dating quiz made by Mabel? He found that very ironic now.
“Oh, here it is!” said Lebam.
She sat herself down by Dipper. He couldn't help but catch a whiff of her odor. She even smells like my sister.
The video cut to a shot of Mabel right outside the house, by a window, holding a large cardboard figure that was crudely drawn on to make it kinda resemble a basketball player. “Mabel, I love you so much baby, why won’t you let me into your life?” Mabel said in a slightly deeper voice as she pretended to be Zack the cardboard basketball player.
The video cut back to Mabel sitting at the table. “You know what you did Zack!” she yelled out.
Lebam paused the video. “See, I was the one holding Zack, cause when Mabel’s at the table she’s wearing a blue sweater, but when I’m on camera in the next shot I’m wearing the purple sweater.”
Dipper played that part of the video over. “I always thought that was just bad editing.”
“Well, the editing was a little dodgy,” admitted Mabel, “but overall I’d rate our first effort a solid A minus.”
“Still,'' said Dipper, “that's a tenuous piece of evidence to base the existence of an entire person on.”
Lebam sat on Dipper's lap, took his phone and let it drop on the floor. “Dippy, Dippity Doo Da, Dippin’ Dots…”
The strange girl that looked exactly like Mabel spoke exactly like her too. She was an incredibly good imitation of his sister in every way possible. What copy machine did this one come from? he wondered. Wait, I know!
In a snap decision he leaned in and licked Lebam’s lips. He recalled that one time he made a bunch of copies of himself in a convoluted and failed attempt to win over Wendy's heart. The copies had all proven dangerously susceptible to water, to the point that even a few sips from a soda can had caused Tyrone, or the very first Dipper clone, to melt into a mushy pulp. Vaya con Dios, Tyrone. He wondered if a quick lick would melt her too.
But then he remembered that Lebam had been on his cock the very first time he saw her, right before he fainted. She had been sucking him off with a mouth dripping with saliva. Even now his cock was still wet with her spit. No, she's definitely not made out of paper. Still, he watched the shocked girl’s face for any reaction, anything that might help reveal just what she was supposed to be.
Lebam was blushing. Dipper quickly turned red when he realized what he had done. “Oh uh, sorry, I was testing to see if you were real.” I can’t believe I said that.
Both girls laughed. “Oh my Gosh, he just used the corniest line ever!” cried Mabel.
“Look at you, you lady killer. I could just kill you. With kisses!” Lebam pecked the boy’s cheek. He blushed madly.
“He really is,” said Mabel, fawning over her boy. “If you ever use that line on another girl again I will murder you,” she said much more seriously. “With kisses!” She pounced on him and kissed his other cheek.
The two girls looked at each other while bearing wide, metal braced, toothy grins. “Oh my gosh we made a Dipper Sandwich!” They shrieked in unison on each side of him, right into his ears.
“Do you two really have to keep doing that?!”
Both girls looked at each other. “Doing what?” they asked simultaneously.
“This?” asked Mabel, while smooching his cheek. “I thought you liked that.”
“Yes,” Lebam said, also while smooching his other cheek, “there's just something so yummy about you. You want us to stop that?”
The boy let the two girls snuggle up against him as they kept kissing his cheeks. Things were taking a turn for the even weirder. In a good way. “Are we about to do what I think we're about to do?”
“Maybe,” both girls said.
Mabel kissed Dipper’s neck. “I like playing dress-up with my boy toy. Putting his cloths on, taking them back off, it’s all good…”
“We didn’t put your underwear back on for a reason,” teased Lebam, “I’m sure you noticed you weren’t wearing any.”
Actually Dipper hadn’t. He felt a little more self-conscious now that he did.
“But,” continued Lebam, “before anything. I need to ask you something very important. Do you remember a dream you had a little while ago?”
Dipper gasped suddenly. “You were in my dream, as an angel, and there was something about someone named Bob.”
“No bro,” Lebam replied, “I mean the dream you had before that one? It's something you need to remember.”
Mabel rubbed up against his shorts while Lebam gazed into his eyes. The weird copy was anxious, and yet she was rife with a longing, a desire that Dipper found irresistible. “I’m kinda drawing a blank here,” he said. “Is it really that important?”
“You have no idea,” Lebam kissed the boy's lips, just a quick touch that made the boy ache for more. She turned her head away before he could kiss her more deeply. “But we can get it out of you. It's a good you're not the only one-”
“-with a hormone fueled brain!” said Mabel, completing the sentence, and then kissed Dipper on the lips much more fully than Lebam had, and with plenty of tongue involvement.
Lebam winked at Dipper. “Time for plan b.”
Dipper parted from Mabel's lips. “Wait, plan b?” Mabel kissed him again. He moaned and groped at her rear. She hadn't put her panties back on, which compelled him to pull up her nightgown and grab her bare bottom. She denied him, and slowly she backed off from her brother. He took hold of her arm before she managed to stand up. “On second thought I'm totally down for plan b, let's do plan b right now.”
“Hush my lover,” she whispered, caressing the boy's face with both her hands. “I love you, and I will take good care of my one and only Dipper. So trust your one and only Mabel, ok?”
Nodding, Dipper kissed the back of Mabel's hand before letting her go. “I love you.”
Mabel was so ecstatic she couldn’t stop herself from hopping. “I love you love you love you. What else, um, love you love you love you!”
Mabel and Lebam stepped away from Dipper. He stayed seated on the box while the girls stood. “Close your eyes,” both girls said in tandem.
“Anyone ever tell you the whole talking at the same time thing is kinda creepy?” asked Dipper. “It’s like I’m half expecting you two to hack me to pieces with an axe.”
Both girls shrugged. “Close your eyes for us,” said Lebam, “take the first step, and all the answers you’re looking for will soon be revealed. And it won’t even involve an axe.”
“Probably not,” said Mabel.
Reluctantly the boy shut his eyes. No axe no axe no axe.
When he was given the go ahead to open his eyes he was greeted by the sight of Mabel and Lebam kneeling in front of him, side by side, this time completely in the nude. Both girls giggled as they noticed the tent he was pitching in his shorts. “If you kiss me, would you be able to tell the difference between me and her?” asked Mabel. Or maybe it was Lebam, Dipper genuinely couldn't tell.
“Mabel?” he asked.
“I’m Mabel!” both girls cried.
“No, I’m Mabel!” both instantly retorted at each other.
“Uh… Lebam?” he asked.
“Yes?” they both replied, without hesitation.
Wow, they’re really good at this. “So plan b is for me to figure out which one of you is which?”
Mabel and Lebam nodded.
“What happens when I figure it out?”
“Play with us and find out,” they said in unison.
Hmm, ok, I can figure this out. “Mabel, who was the first boy you ever kissed on the lips?”
“You!” they both yelled excitedly.
“Ah-ha! No it – wait , how did the both of you get that wrong?”
The girls burst into laughter. One girl spoke up. “Come on Dip, do you think you can figure out who’s who-,”
“- by asking trivia questions?” the other finished.
“It was worth a shot,” he said.
“Mermando,” they both said together, “Mermando is the first boy I ever kissed.”
“Don’t worry Dipper-” one of them said.
“- you’re the one that's in our hearts,” finished the other.
Dipper rubbed his chin. “This is gonna be harder than I thought.”
Both girls laughed.
Dipper looked down at his shorts. “You two are really on point with the innuendos. I like that.”
“And we like you,” they both said, “No! We love you!”
“So,” said the girl on his right, “how about you test us with less questions and more kisses?”
“Yes, but kiss me first!” said the other.
He decided to play their game, choosing at random to make his first move on the girl to his left. He placed his hand on her right cheek and drew her in. She tilted her head into his caressing palm and mewled when he planted his kiss on puckered lips that opened up for his penetrating tongue. He moaned when the other girl, either Mabel or Lebam, whichever, for he still wasn't sure which was which, unbuttoned his shorts and took hold of his manhood.
She even kisses just like Mabel, thought Dipper of the girl he was kissing. Her tongue feels just like Mabel’s. Maybe this is Mabel.
Two sets of soft tween hands were on him, rubbing at his shoulders, his chest, his cock, at any part of his body they wished. The girl he wasn't making out with nibbled at his earlobe, tugged at it while purring sweetly. Her hands reached for the bottom of his shirt and he was forced to stop his make-out session so that the girls could undress him. One girl pulled his shirt off, the other removed his shorts. Lebam and Mabel giggled, threw Dipper's clothing aside, and squeezed the boy's hard-on. Dipper’s cock, pent up with his fluids, instantly spilled pre-cum onto their wiggling, curious fingers. He ached for a release, preferably all over them, and wanted to see them gleefully lick the cum off each other’s faces. He couldn't imagine anything more arousing then his sister and her exact copy swapping his sperm before swallowing it.
Mabel and Lebam showered him with more kisses, though their lips avoided his cock and mouth, at least for now. “Taste me,” said the girl that was kissing his nipples. The girl kissing his thighs pinched his ass, making him squeal. The twin kissing his nipple darted forward while he was squealing and forced their lips together. He held her tight, and she giggled when his hand glided down her chest to her soaked womanhood. He fingered the girl’s quivering cavern as she gyrated her body into his beckoning fingers. He pinched the other girl's butt in revenge for pinching him, making her squeal too.
“Dipper?” asked the twin he was making out with, while she placed his hand on her chest. He tweaked the erect little nubs that comprised her undeveloped bosom. “Oh Dipper, you sexy per-adolescent you, tell me, do you know who I am?”
Oh that's right, we were doing the thing with the guessing. “Uh…. Mabel?”
“Why do you think that?” said the other one, still rubbing her butt after Dipper’s mean pinch.
“Now I have to give you a reason?”
“Yes!” Mabel and Lebam cried. “Otherwise it's just random luck.”
He wasn't actually sure if he had gotten around to kissing the both of them, because otherwise they were indistinguishable in taste or kissing skill. “Because... you're so gorgeous?”
“Awww,” she said, “I appreciate the flattery, but no.”
“Dipper failed!” yelled Mabel, the one who had pinched his ass, “For the first time in his entire life Dipper failed a test! This is a dark day for the Pines family.”
“What would mom and dad think?” bemoaned Lebam.
“I think they’d be more concerned about what their children are getting up to,” said Dipper, as he kissed Mabel's forehead.
Mabel kissed his forehead in return. “I think they’d be happy to see us getting along so well.”
Judging now as good a time as any, and overcome by lust, he eased his sister onto her back and tried to invite himself into her entrance. Lebam grabbed him from behind and pulled him off a swooning Mabel.
“Whoa, back up Romeo,” said Lebam, “you answered wrong, so now we have to play again.”
“Wait, what? Mabel-”
Mabel crossed her legs and covered her nipples. “Do what the very pretty girl says, ok bro-bro? But this time on the bed, I don't like making out on the floor. Kinda gross.”
Lebam and Mabel helped him to his feet and led him to the foot of the bed. Seated, he closed his eyes and waited for whatever crazy thing Mabel and Lebam were planning next. He rubbed at his still unrelieved manhood, yearning to feel himself within Mabel, or Lebam, or anyone for that matter. Wendy's absence briefly occupied his thoughts. Man, how long is it supposed to take for someone to get some sandwiches? He opened his eyes only when the girls finally beckoned him to.
Both were knelt before him side by side, mere inches away from his leaking length, smiling shyly with eyes innocently gazing up at him. “If we took turns sucking your dick-” started the girl to his left, while kissing his left knee.
“- do you think you’d be able to tell which one of us is Mabel and which one is Lebam?” finished the one to his right.
Dipper bit his lower lip.
The girl to his left licked her lips, leaned forward and quickly swiped her tongue up the side of his cock’s shaft. The other Mabel, or Lebam, or whichever, kissed his testicles. His legs trembled. “Oh wow I'm not going to last long at all, you two are too much.”
“Aww,” Mabel and Lebam cooed, “that's what we like to hear.” The girls shifted their gaze from him to each other and kissed while Dipper watched on. They were so close to Dipper's erection that it kept tapping their faces; he wettened their cheeks with his clear, sticky pre-cum while Mabel and Lebam swished their tongues in each other's mouths with eyes shut tight. They whined, moaned, and breathed ever so softly through identical, cute button noses.
When their kiss ended they turned their attention back to Dipper. He groaned when Lebam and Mabel began to pepper his whole cock with loving kisses, pecks and smooches from the very top of his shaft's head to his scrotum. Dipper brushed the girls' silky hair as he watched them pleasure him. Without a word uttered both girls began lapping at his dick like kittens lapping up milk, with one of them lapping away at the tip of his penis while the other lapped at the veins of his shaft. Their tongues briefly touched and flicked the other’s as they coated his member with their saliva. Their lips connected while they slobbered on Dipper's cock, he could hear the sound of their lips softly smacking together while they kissed his solid sex. One girl played with his balls tenderly while the other gripped one of his butt cheeks and fondled the handful of rump in her possession.
Mabel and Lebam parted from his dick to make out some more, this time while they both slowly jerked Dipper's penis off. The girls, both very horny, seemed to have the same thought at the same time and decided to finger each other’s clits. They flicked at the other’s sensitive little sex organ roughly and quickly; they writhed when they slid their fingers into each other's pussies and began pumping their digits in and out of each other.
“You know,” said Dipper, “I'd be perfectly ok with sneaking Lebam back home with us. There's no reason why we can’t be triplets.”
Mabel and Lebam stopped kissing, and with their faces pressed together cheek to cheek, they looked up at Dipper. “We don't know about that,” the two said in unison, “you'd have to take care of us 24-7. Of course, we'd be happy to let you try...”
One of the two suddenly started convulsing and yelled as a powerful orgasm hit her, her ecstasy driven by the other girl’s nonstop finger-fucking of her dripping wet pussy. While she climaxed the other girl lowered her head and was quick to take as much of Dipper’s pine tree into her mouth as she could, which to him felt like a little over half his length. He loved it, loved having his cock back inside someone's mouth, loved it more than the act of sex itself. She slid her lips up and down his sex, each time lowering herself a little bit farther down his cock.
The girl recovering from her intense orgasm glared at Dipper. He wouldn't have been surprised if she tackled him then and there. Instead she sat by his side. “Now is this little game really so bad?” she asked, as she watched him get a blow job. “Cause to me it seems like you're having the time of your life.”
“Yes I am,” he said, “I was a little skeptical at first but things have turned out better than expected. You know what? I’m down for doing this all night.”
“Oh are you now? Well, if you’re up for it, I wouldn’t mind trying for a world record...” She kissed him; he could taste his salty pre-cum in her mouth as they exchanged saliva and rolled their tongues together. After a while she broke their oral bond, and with the other girl still performing fellatio on Dipper, she too went down on him, licking away at the lower part of his dick and at his ball sack. The purring of her mouth against his scrotum felt so tingly that it made Dipper’s legs tremble from so much wonderful stimulation.
He didn’t forget that he was supposed to be judging their performances. The one with most of my cock in her definitely sucks dick like Mabel, thought Dipper. She had even managed to force the last inch of his cock into her mouth. Oh yeah that's gotta be my Mabel, such a good girl! Ok, now I just gonna sit back and enjo- “Ungh!” the boy yelled. His thoughts were interrupted by the girl he thought was Mabel disgorging herself of his big dipper and holding it still to allow the other girl to drive most of it down her throat in one swift motion. He listened to the sounds her gagging and lightly retching as she kept his dick down her throat. Gradually she began bobbing up and down along his pole. The twin girl not on his dick pressed her lips on one of his nipples and began to gingerly suckle upon it. She looked up at him with the most wide-eyed, innocent gaze she could.
Dipper quickly realized that whoever was pleasuring his cock also gave head just like Mabel did too. Of course they perform oral sex exactly the same, they do everything exactly the same. I'm not sure how this was supposed to prove anything. Are they just doing this for the sex? He could live with that if they were.
He was so close to another orgasm. Whatever misgivings he had were swept away by his need to spill his seed all over Lebam and Mabel's faces. “I'm gonna cum, oh yess baby!”
The girl blowing him rose up from his dick, gasping for air and with tears running down her face. “No, not yet,” she said.
The girl suckling on his nipple backed off as well. “Yeah, no cumming. So who am I?” she asked.
“Oh come on!” whined Dipper, “I'm really starting to grasp the concept of blue balls here.” In his need for a release he gripped his dick and started stroking himself off. Someone's gotta get this thing off, might as well be me.
“Dipper!” Lebam and Mabel both yelled out. Each girl grabbed one of his arms and tackled him, pinning him down on the bed while his erect cock throbbed helplessly. “No cumming until you guess! Who am I?”
Dipper sighed. “I have no clue girls, really, you two just do the creepy twin thing way too well.”
Both girls looked at each other. “I don't get that, how are we creepy? I thought we were being quirky.”
“Fine bro-bro, I'm you're adoring sister,” said Mabel. Letting go of his arm, she gave her brother a hug. “And I'm not creepy. I am pleasantly eccentric, just the way everyone likes it. Hey guess what I found Wendy's panties, wanna see?” She pulled out Wendy's underwear from underneath a blanket, covered her face with it, and then inhaled loudly and deeply through her nostrils. “It smells just like sex hormones and the scented candles I keep in the bathroom. You know, pussy and more pussy. I'm totally keeping this. If you want, we can take turns sniffing.”
Lebam laid her head on Dipper's chest. “You feel so warm. So warm I could just drift off. There's nothing better than having someone this close.”
Mabel nuzzled up against her brother's neck. “Did you like us down there? We really wanted to make it feel good for you.”
Dipper wrapped his arms around both girls. “It was the best blow job I've gotten from two versions of my sister at the same time ever. Granted, that's not something that happens often, but you know.”
Mabel smiled. “I know.”
Mabel brushed her shin across Dipper's privates. She felt him wiggle against her. My poor baby, you didn't even cum yet. Mabel gulped at the thought of another load of his creamy spunk streaming into her mouth. He liked it when she swallowed, that much she knew. Was it odd to feel great pride in making a man cum? She wasn't sure, but she felt that way each time Dipper climaxed from her own effort. I'm here for you sweety, for you and you only.
“Let's get out of bed,” said Lebam, “I wanna try something that'll really get Dipper's rocks off.”
Mabel didn't wait long enough for Dipper to get out of bed before she went down on him again. Dipper uttered the cutest moan she'd ever heard from him thus far, a moan that both warmed her heart and turned her on greatly. He was very careful to avoid Mabel's teeth and braces as Lebam nudged him off the mattress. Mabel, on all fours, followed his slow retreat with his dick firmly engulfed between her lips. He likened it to a bitch following a bone. Was it right to think of your sister as a bitch? He was sure it wasn’t, but it was so satisfying referring to her as such, so naughty just saying it, even if only to himself. Managing not to fall off the edge of the bed, she eased herself onto the floor, and once Dipper stopped backing away, she knelt before him, petted his balls, and fingered herself while she bobbed her head up and down his wood.
“Hey Dipper,” whispered Lebam into his ear, “wanna watch your slut sister deepthroat your cock?”
The boy recoiled from Lebam. “Whoa, that's a little harsh, she's still my sister.”
Mabel let Dipper's cock drop from her lips. “No, it's ok,” she said, “she can call me a slut. I am a slut. I'm your slut. Am I your slut Master? Please tell me I'm your slut. I wanna be your slut.”
“Go on,” said Lebam, as she pressed her chest against Dipper's back, “tell her. You want to, she wants you to, we all want to hear you say it...”
“You're my beautiful, dirty slut.”
Mabel smiled. “Do you want me to suck your cock, Master?”
The boy nodded. “I love you.”
Mabel cradled the boy's sex in her hands; she kissed its head. “I love you too.”
“You two are so adorable. I know how to make this cuter.” Taking Dipper's right hand, Lebam gently laid it against the back of Mabel's head and slowly eased Mabel's head forward. Dipper gasped as Mabel's mouth took in more and more of his penis.
Mabel gagged on his dick as the whole thing went into her mouth, just short of his scrotum. Don’t puke please don’t puke please don’t puke, she repeated urgently to herself. There could be nothing more embarrassing, she concluded, then regurgitating the semen her lover had already given to her and spraying it all over his handsome dicker. Dicker, I like that. Dicker. But it wasn't easy; the act of deepthroating was causing her jaw to ache, hurt her throat, and made her eyes to well up with tears till she could barely see.
“That's right Mabes, take all of my dick,” Dipper said as his sister’s lips tightened around the base of his cock, and his dick's head bumped against the back of her throat. Mabel nodded submissively, even as her face turned red and she made odd gurgled choking noises. She looked up at him through tear-soaked eyes, with her arms wrapped around his ass while Lebam's firm hold on her head kept her mouth filled with cock.
She wasn't breathing, Dipper realized. Watching her sister asphyxiate was alarming and guilt inducing, and yet undeniably intoxicating. It hurt him to think he was causing her suffering, and though he wanted to stop it, some bizarre thought popped up somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind. He didn't want to hurt her, and yet, maybe in some way he wanted to see her like this, under him, helplessly subservient and struggling for life itself till she... till she what? In his pleasure and desires he suddenly found a part of himself he had never come across before, something base and primal, dark even. It scared him. He tried to relieve Mabel's throat of his cock by pulling away, only for Lebam to push back and hold him steady.
“It’s so sweet how devoted she is to you,” Lebam said seductively into his ear, “she's always telling me about how wonderful you are, about how much she loves you. You know she'd sacrifice anything for you, right?”
Mabel's nails were biting into his rear. Her face was turning a weird color.
“She can't breathe,” he said, trying not to moan, “Lebam-”
“What would you do for her,” Lebam interrupted, “what would you sacrifice to keep her happy and safe?”
“Everything,” he said, “now let’s dial it back a little, we’re getting pretty sadistic here.”
Lebam chuckled. “I dunno, 'everything' is so vague, like, what does that even mean? Everything. Anything. How much is that really?”
“She's literally a shade of purple,” he said, “we're taking this way too far.”
Lebam bucked her groin against Dipper's rear, moaned into his ear. “Mmm, I don't wanna, purple is a good look for her. But, if you really wanted to I bet you could get out of my little hug of death. Go ahead hon, give it your best shot, do whatever you want to me, I like playing rough.”
He found himself not trying, even though his sister was clearly in distress. It just felt so good to feel her tongue whip and lash at his member, and to have her throat close around his head. “I don't understand,” he muttered in a strained voice.
“And that's what this is all about bro-bro.” Lebam kissed his cheek as she let go of Mabel.
Exhaling loudly, Mabel eyes bulged as she inhaled as much oxygen as her lungs would allow. She didn’t bother to wipe away the long, thick cords of saliva that tied her lips to his cock.
“Wow!” she exclaimed between huffs. “My life flashed before my eyes! You would not believe how many stickers there were. I'm pretty happy about that actually.”
“Are you ok?” he asked.
“You didn't cum,” she responded through hard breaths.
Dipper tried to touch her shoulder. She responded by brushing his hand away. “No, I can't believe you didn't cum.”
“What? Why does that even matter?”
“It matters to me,” said a dejected Mabel.
Lebam sat by Mabel and cradled her in her arms. “Great job you dweeb, now she's upset. It's ok sweetie, I've got you.”
“You don't get it, do you?” sighed Mabel. “Why don't you treat me like your slave?” She looked up at Dipper, her eyes were wide open and vulnerable. “Take me, use me, maybe marry me, I dunno.”
He felt like he somehow missed something. How am I the bad guy here? And all the S&M talk was starting to get to him too. “What's with all this slave stuff? When was that ever a thing with you?” He wasn’t sure about any of these weird fetishes his sister seemed to have developed over the course of a single night. Or had she gotten those ideas from one of those terrible young adult romance books she read way too often? He didn’t even like that sort of thing, with the vampires or werewolves, or the whips and the chains and the strange torture devices. Was that what she wanted?
“Pff, I’m a slave to love,” Mabel said, “I always have been, how do you still not know that? We've been together for 12 years and it's like you still don't know a single thing about me. I love you, that means I’m completely yours. Be my Master, don't make me beg. Or make me beg, whatever pleases my Master. The point is you need to be my Master.”
She seemed pretty set on it, after all it seemed more important to her than her own physical well-being. He just didn’t think it was a good fit for him. Would he have to start wearing leather chaps? That wasn’t his thing either. “Yeah, I'll be your Master, my, um, slave.”
Mabel grimaced slightly “That was kinda weak Master. Still, we can work on it.” She cleared her aching throat. “Let's start with getting your cum on my face.”
“You still wanna - wait, oh! Hngh! Mmm...” He gave in to Mabel, letting her guided his well lubed cock back into her mouth, albeit this time not so deeply. Lebam, crawling around on all fours, made her way behind him again, spread his butt cheeks open, and licked his asshole. He wasn’t expecting that at all, and yet it felt surprisingly good to have her tongue waggling back there, flicking away at a hole he never thought could be used in that way. She then plunged a finger into his butthole. “Hey! That's my- oh yes! Yes! Mabel, I'm cumming!”
Mabel pulled back, opened her mouth wide, and jerked Dipper's cock off as he squirted long stretches of his milky sap all over her face. She closed her eyes tight after the first stream of jizz streaked across her left eye. She tasted several streaks of it across her tongue. It was a flavor she still didn't particularly like but nevertheless welcomed having spurted on her, and especially in her. It was a thrill to feel it dripping down her face and onto her thighs, to feel errant drops of cum splatter on her neck and chest, to know that he was at last satiated. At least until he needed his slave again, which Mabel planned on making sure would happen very shortly.
Lebam didn't stop fingering Dipper’s anal hole till his penis finally stopped unloading on Mabel. When he was finished, Mabel opened her right eye and saw her brother's penis slowly shrink, a feat that never ceased to amaze her. A long line of clear fluid leaked from his cock, something she immediately fixed by lapping it up and swallowing. “How do I look?” she asked.
“You're gorgeous,” Dipper said. He stroked her hair; she purred.
“Ooh we need to save this!” said Lebam. She found Dipper’s cellphone, pointed it at Mabel, and flipped the camera’s view screen to let the cum-drenched girl take a look at herself. “You look like a frosted glazed Mabel donut. A Mabelnut. Say cheese!” Mabel yelled ‘cheese’ as Lebam took a picture, and then sent a copy to Mabel’s phone.
Mabel admired every inch of her glossy, whitened, wet skin. “I am a delicious looking Mabelnut. Ow, kinda stings my eye though. Note to Mabel: keep cum away from eyes.”
“Sorry,” said Dipper, “I can't really control where it goes.”
Lebam handed Dipper his phone and sat on Mabel's lap. “Don't worry you two, I'll take care of this messy situation.”
“Don't swallow,” said Mabel, as she shut her eyes.
“I know my sexy Mabel Pie. Hey Dipper, watch me give our lover a tongue bath.”
“Slave,” corrected Mabel.
“Err, love-slave?” Dipper asked.
Mabel thought about it. “I like that too.”
Dipper sat on the floor, watching as Lebam licked globs of thick cum off Mabel's face. They giggled as the spunk was wiped off her cheeks, her lips, her eyebrows, her chin, even from her nipples, where many drops had fallen upon. Lebam kept the load in her mouth as requested, though a small amount had trickled down her lips.
“Give me my Dipper's milk,” said Mabel in her most sultry voice. Lebam did, they swapped it while they kissed and caressed each other. When the white, creamy cum finished spilling into Mabel's mouth, they swapped again, both pretending to savor its taste, and both observing Dipper's loins growing again.
“Look at that, Big D's gonna serve up more,” said Lebam, after she once more finished filling Mabel's mouth up with jizz and saliva.
“Yep,” said Dipper, “I wouldn't want to disappoint my beautiful girls now would I?”
“Aww, I'm one of your girls,” said Lebam, “I'm so happy. Horny. Both.”
“My slave, let me see my cum,” Dipper ordered.
Mabel opened wide and showed Dipper the ample puddle in her mouth. “Cmm hwere,” she ordered. Dipper shuffled forward and kissed his sister, his mouth becoming flooded with his seed the moment their tongues made contact.
“Aww,” cooed Lebam. She picked up a phone and started more taking pictures. And then a video. “This is, this is the appropriate thing to do in this situation. Yep.”
Mabel and Dipper swirled the semen around for a short while until, with both aching for more sex, they parted their kiss and swallowed the load. “I love doing that!” they both said simultaneously. They blushed, and then laughed.
“Marry me,” blurted Mabel.
“I- what?” said a shocked Dipper.
“I like where this is going,” said Lebam, still filming.
“Marry your slave. I can't imagine being with anyone else, I can't! Will you marry me?”
Dipper didn't even know where to begin. “There's so many reasons why that's a bad idea. Also, shouldn't I be the one asking?”
Mabel's eyes widened. “You wanna ask me if you wanna marry me?”
Yes, Mabel was the type to throw caution to the wind and to act with her emotions first. It was part of who she was, and it was something Dipper loved her for. But marriage? Dipper didn't think of himself as the type that just jumped the gun on anything, and certainly not on something like this. “Mabel...”
“I guess you don't...”
“Will you marry me?”
Mabel started shaking, then smiled the widest smile he'd ever seen her smile. “Oh my Gosh yes, yes I'll marry you I'm getting married!” She jumped on her brother and hugged him so tightly that it crushed the wind out of him. “This is the best day of my life! Lebam, I'm getting married! I have so many people I need to invite. Let's see, Candy, Greta, mom, dad, Grunkle Stan, everyone in town, everyone back home, everyone at school, any mysterious great relatives that may show up sometime in the near future. I wonder if we can send invitations to federal agents. Gasp! I need to make a YouTube video! Mabel's Guide to Marriage! Forget Summer romances I'm officially hitched!”
“Whoa, whoa, let’s not go crazy just yet,” said Dipper, holding his hyperventilating, manic sister. “I feel like some of that might not be feasible right now. Maybe let's plan this out a little.”
“But you’re going to marry me right?”
“Yes.”
She kissed him. “We'll make it work, I know we will. We have to celebrate. Pick me up and take me to our bed and have your way with me! It's our pre-Honey Moon Honey Moon!”
With Lebam's help he managed to pick her up, for Mabel was thrashing about a little too much for the boy to handle. When they laid her down she stopped moving, surrendering herself to her fiancé. Screw me, Mabel thought, screw me, screw me, SCREW ME. SCREW YOUR WIFE!
And so he did.
“Yes yes YESSS!”
***
SUMMER OF LAST YEAR
“We’re screwed,” said a muddled, vague voice.
Wendy stared at something blurry and indistinct, moving over and over in a fast, steady pace. Her eyesight began to slowly adjust, sharpening until the outlines became clear and the shapeless masses above became something real. It was a ceiling fan. Wendy kept staring at the ceiling fan. The fan blades kept spinning endlessly, accompanied by the soft hum of its mechanisms. “Hmm?”
“Hello, Earth to Wendy,” said Tambry, her voice clearer now, “we've only been talking about our little predicament for the last like, 10 minutes. Where have you been?”
Wendy looked around her surroundings. She was at home, in her room, lying on her bed with Tambry seated on a nearby swivel chair. A phone was in the dark skinned girl’s hand, like usual, though at the moment she was more focused on Wendy than her Facebook updates. The tv on Wendy's dresser drawer was on, with some behind the scenes thing about the Duck-tective reboot playing. A never opened, unreturned history textbook was on the table by the tv, covered by a copy of Self-Absorbed Teen Magazine. A bra she had tossed on her nightstand weeks ago was still there. So, she was in her room, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She just couldn't remember how she got there. “Where have I been?”
Tambry cocked an eyebrow. “Uhh..?”
Did I fall asleep or something? The clock on her wall showed it was just a little past noon. The sun was still shining brightly outside, and she was still in the same clothing she put on earlier that morning. “No, just... Nevermind, what were we talking about?”
“The weed,” Tambry said.
“The weed,” said Wendy, “what weed?”
“Exactly!”
“Oh! The weed.” Wendy and Tambry had only just that year become acquainted with the somewhat illicit world of marijuana. For the last few months or so a consistent supply of the drug had been secured courtesy of a modestly wealthy, bored teen with no social skills who was paying for it so that Wendy and her friends would hang out with her. So they did, and everyone got what they wanted, for a little while anyway.
Unfortunately that girl and her family moved to the east coast after the end of the school year. Wendy had promised that they’d keep in contact over Twitter, Facebook, Skype, Snapchat, Twapclap, so-on and so-forth, though she pretty much knew that none of that was going to happen. The real issue now was how to cover the cost of purchasing more weed.
But the drug was the last thing on Wendy’s mind. “Well… I guess... we have to start paying for it ourselves.”
Tambry cringed. “We're talking J-O-Bs aren't we?” She typed up some message on her cell phone. “Good bye carefree youth, hello cruel world.”
A malaise clouded Wendy's mind, one she couldn't shake off. She definitely remembered walking to school, but then everything after that, the last couple hours, seemed lost to a haze. Some uncomfortable hard thing poked at her rear. Annoyed, she fumbled in her back pocket for it. She found a ring. That's right... “Hey, you know Maddy Pulaski right?”
“What, the skank from school?” she asked while tweeting.
“Come on, don’t be mean.”
“Well she is. I mean, pregnant again? I heard she was in an orgy, with like the soccer team. Not even the football team, the soccer team. How low can someone possibly get? Before you know it she’ll be checkmating the chess team.”
“Nice chess-based pun,” said Wendy.
“By blowing them,” clarified Tambry.
“Yeah, I got that part.”
Tambry stuck her tongue out at her. Wendy found it adorable. “Seriously,” continued Tambry, “wasn't Maddy's mom a whore? I mean, flat out turning tricks for cash? I heard her mom even had sex with a dead girl.”
“No, Maddy's mom had sex with a girl that was murdered, that’s why she had to leave her hometown. It happened back in the 80s. What was that placed called, some mountain name… I forget, I read about it once.”
Tambry shrugged her shoulders. “I guess when your mom’s a hick prostitute and your dad’s John # 2,841, your future career’s pretty much spelled out for you. So, what about her?”
“I saw her on the way to school.”
“Not surprising. No offense.”
“She was in the woods, and then she ran off. And then… I dunno, but I found this.” Wendy showed her the ring.
Finding the strength to put her phone down for the first time in a while, she got up from the swivel chair, sat on the bed, by Wendy's legs, and inspected the ring. “Not impressed. Is it Maddy’s?”
“I think so.”
Wendy offered the ring to her, to let her take a closer look. She didn't take it. “Why was she running away from you?”
Each time she tried to give her an answer she found she couldn't. It was like there were pieces missing in her mind that she just couldn’t find. Why Maddy was running, where she had gone, and whatever happened afterwards, all of it was still a blur. “Maybe she thinks redheads are bad luck?”
“Are you on something?”
“What?”
Tambry sniffed Wendy’s clothing. Wendy couldn’t help but feel a little turned on. “You don’t smell like weed, but you’re acting pretty out of it. And don't think I didn't notice that you didn't actually go to school. Your dad is going to be so pissed.”
“No I'm not tripping balls, as for my dad, don't worry about it, I bet he won't even find out.” He's totally going to find out. Why didn't I go to school?
“It's your funeral. As for that thing, toss it. It's probably going to turn your whole finger green or something.”
Wendy fiddled with the ring. She held it up to the light, inspected its band and the blue stone embedded on it. It wasn’t half as trashy as Tambry was making it out to be. “You know, they say Maddy’s haunted by the ghooostt of a dead girl.”
“They also say she’s a whore. So which rumor are we supposed to believe?”
Wendy stuck out her middle finger. “I think I’d know a whore when I see one.”
Tambry rolled her eyes, sticking her finger out in return.
Wendy laughed. She playfully retracted her middle finger and extended her ring finger out instead. “Think it fits?”
Tambry’s eye twitched. “I… who cares? It’s junk, get rid of it. Or give it back to Maddy. You have prettier ones that you never wear anyway.”
“Those are my mom’s rings.” Both girls looked at each other in awkward silence. “I wanna try this one.”
“Wendy please.”
“Why are acting so weird? It's not like you to get spooked over nothing. I mean, that’s what they say about her, but you know, it's high school. I think someone started up a rumor that I was actually a guy. With a 10 inch penis.”
Tammy's muscles tensed up. She shook her head in silence.
“Fine.” Wendy put the ring back in her pocket.
Sighing in relief, Tambry picked up her phone and continued texting in peace. “That’s my good girl.”
A smile spread across the redhead's face. She scooted up closer to her friend and placed her hands around her waist. “You know, you're right, who cares about some cheap ring? Instead, how about we test out that aforementioned 10 inch penis rumor? Who knows, it's been awhile after all, maybe I grew something down there while you weren't looking...”
And it had been awhile, weeks since the last time they did anything intimate. It didn’t help that Tambry had been acting particularly distant during those last few weeks. Wendy had given her as much as space as she possibly could, and aside from the lack of sex things seemed to be going ok. Today Wendy needed that intimacy now more than ever. She needed to listen to Tambry’s comforting heartbeat, to sense the warmth of her nude body, to escape from the weirdness of a very strange morning.
Wendy copped a feel of Tambry’s small, perked bosom, and followed her groping with an affectionate kiss to the nape of Tambry's neck. Wendy had gotten to know her friend and sort of lover’s body over the years. She knew what she liked, what she didn't like, and just what to touch to make her forget all about her phone and its various little apps. The redhead leaned in and pecked the dark girl’s cute little ears. All it usually took was a gentle tug of an earlobe to draw Tambry into Wendy's awaiting arms. Usually. To feel Tambry's body yield and melt in her arms, to hear her whispered murmurs escape through excited lips that longed for a kiss, that was what Wendy desired; it was she was denied.
Tambry's body tensed up and a tremor shot up her body. She was stiff, uninviting, and oddly anxious. Wendy tried loosening her up by kissing her along the nape of her neck and kneaded her breasts. The teen’s scent reminded Wendy of roses, or of some other nice smelling flower. Or maybe vanilla. The redhead’s hand slipped under the other teen’s shirt and bra. She felt the soft, caramel-colored flesh in the palm of her hand, all jiggly and flawless, and her nipples were perked in a familiar state of arousal.
But while Wendy was burning hot with lust Tambry was cold, refusing to melt in the redhead’s arms. Her back remained uncharacteristically straight. “Let’s make out,” said Wendy, nuzzling her cheek against Tambry's. “It's really been forever, and you seduced me with your good girl comment. I love being Tam-Tam's good girl.”
“I-I-,” she said, stammering. She took a long, deep breath, turned to face Wendy, and then eased Wendy's hand out of her bra. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
The redhead's heart sank. “What do you mean?”
“Wendy, you know I love you.”
“Yes I do,” she said happily.
“But…”
“Hey now, that’s not the kind of ‘but’ I like.”
Tambry sighed. “I love you, but I’m not in love with you. And I don’t think we should be doing this anymore.”
It was like her whole world was crashing down around her. Tears welled up in her eyes. “You don’t want to be with me anymore?”
“Of course I do! Just, not physically. No more kisses or oral sex. It’s just… not anymore. It’s not like this was ever a thing. Like a thing. You know?”
Wendy crossed her arms. “I know. Yeah, it’s not like we were ever official, we just got wrapped up in our fun and games, right? I was just something for you to just do till you got bored and met some guy.”
“Don’t be like that. We only started kissing because we were nervous about kissing boys. We were practicing.”
“I know,” Wendy said, though she always thought of that as an excuse rather than the real reason for what they did together.
“And well, we’ve both had boyfriends for a while now. Granted, you dumped yours last week… but I feel bad about cheating on my guy with my best friend. It’s weird, and I don’t even want to know how he’d react if he found out. You know how weird boys can be. I don’t want to lose him, and I especially don’t want to share him if he… gets stupidly weird.”
Wendy didn’t dare look at her friend. “I know,” she growled out through gritted teeth.
“We can be best friends, just like always. We can hang out, chill, and blaze up, and do all the other things we were doing before. Just, not the other stuff. I don’t want to lose you over this.”
“If that’s what you want,” she replied, rather bitterly.
“I always worried that maybe you… liked me more than a friend.”
“Oh really? Whatever gave you that idea?!” Wendy curled up into herself and wrapped her arms around her knees. The tears were soaked up by her jeans.
“Wen-Wen, come on,” Tambry said, “don't cr-”
“Don’t touch me!” snapped Wendy.
Tambry jerked her hand back. Unsure of what to do next, and holding back tears of her own, she got out of bed and picked up her purse. “I guess I'll go now. I, I dunno, I never meant to hurt your feelings, you have to know that.”
Wendy reminisced on their many youthful indiscretions. She remembered their first kiss together. The braces hadn't even come out yet, and at a time when she was awkward and lanky, Tambry had been so supportive and loving. Curiosity and a black rainy night had made the two do the strangest things together. At some point over the years Wendy had hoped it would lead to something more. And now it's all over. She couldn't bare it. “No, don't go.”
“Are you sure?”
Wendy didn't answer. Her body convulsed in a quiet sob. Tambry sat back down and brushed her friend's hair. After a long silence, Tambry finally spoke. “I like what you did with your hair.”
“I didn't do anything with it.”
“I still like it.”
“Kiss-ass,” snarked Wendy.
“Crybaby,” taunted Tambry.
A pillow was let loose at Tambry, courtesy of Wendy. It bounced off her head, and Tambry, in deadpan exasperation, looked back down at her phone. “And everything is right with the world again. Yey.”
Wendy wiped a tear from her eye, and then hugged the other teen. Tambry was still oddly stiff and distant. “Friends still give friends hugs don't they? Or did we outgrow those along with the Disney films?”
“No, we can still do both. I'm just not in the mood for hugs.”
A wild realization came to Wendy. “Oh my God you lost your virginity, didn't you?”
Tambry blushed. “We sorta lost that a while ago, you and me.”
“No, I mean, your penis virginity. Is this what all this is about? You did it with what’s his name?”
Tambry gently pulled herself away from Wendy's touch. She hid her face behind her cellphone's screen. “Yeah, you win, I lost my... penis virginity? That's a thing? Just, yeah, I lost my v-card in every way possible. And I'm not comfortable talking about it right now, maybe some other time.”
Wendy wanted to press the matter further, but decided to leave it alone for now. Her nerves were frayed, and she was still stressed by the strange black-out. This calls for a cigarette! Her cigarette stash and lighter were not particularly well hidden in a dresser drawer, and upon finding them, she lit up. One deep puff later and things were looking better already.
Cigarette smoke irritated Tambry more than most things usually did. Tambry actively discouraged the habit, instead praising the million and one health benefits that came from marijuana use, which she had read off some clearly unbiased website. But this time she let it slide. Sorta. “Just this once, ok?” she said. “And only because, you know. I'm just saying, you'll end up tasting like an ashtray and you'll get cancer so they’ll have to cut your boobs off only for you to die a horrible death anyway. Without your hair.”
“Thanks for the lecture, mom,” said Wendy, rolling her eyes and blowing the smoke out through pursed lips. Tambry tried to wave the billowy cloud away. It was in vain; she began coughing like there was no tomorrow. At least some of that wasn’t exaggerated. “Alright, alright.” With a giggle she opened up a window. “There, now you won't have get cancer and die with your ex-FWB.”
A thought came to Wendy while she smoked outside her window sill in broad, sunny daylight. She fished the ring back out of her pocket. “Hey, do you know who really goes for stuff like this?”
“Like what?” asked Tambry, who was now laying on the bed with her face buried in her phone.
“Maddy's ring.”
“Um, I don't care?”
“No, I think you will. You remember Soos right?”
The teen shrugged. “What about him?”
“Well, he’s always using weird crap to make those exhibits for the Mystery Shack. Who knows, maybe he’ll dig this? Use it in a fake mermaid-dog thing?”
Her interest peaked, Tambry lowered her phone just slightly. “A trade? For weed?”
Wendy shrugged her shoulders.
“I thought he stopped dealing.”
“He did. But who knows. If anything, maybe he’s still got some illicit merchandise around. You know, for ‘inspiration.’ Or, maybe we’ll try to get a couple hundred off him for it. Like, we can say it’s a family heirloom, of a ghooostt family! Real spooky.”
Tambry tapped the phone against her chested. “It's worth a try, and it's not like I have anything else to do today. You know what? This is why I love you so much. Platonically I mean.”
That last sentence stung her more than Tambry would ever know. Wendy flicked the cig out the window. “I guess that’ll have to do.”
***
Present Night
“I guess that’ll have to do,” Wendy muttered to herself. A bucket of ice cold water was on the floor by her feet.
Dragging Stan's unconscious body into his shop's exhibition room had been nothing short of a pain in her ass. But it was going to be worth it, she told herself. She had decided on using the old steel cage that Stan sometimes advertised as holding only the most 'dangerous' and 'mystifying' of the creatures on display. It was all smoke and mirrors of course, just like everything else in the Mystery Shack; the cage usually held some random concoction of taxidermied animal parts creatively stitched together by Soos, though Dipper had once used it to imprison a true to life cave troll in order to prove that authentic monsters were better attractions than Stan's fakes. Apparently that ended up not working out, but the cage was big enough and its bars sturdy enough to serve Wendy’s needs.
Cages and chains, handcuffs and ropes, the Mystery Shack had everything she needed. Standing outside the unlocked, opened cage door, she picked up the bucket and splashed the water at Stan’s face. Then she threw the bucket at his head, just because.
Stan, suddenly awakened by that splash of water, yelled when the bucket bounced off his cranium. Every part of his body hurt, more than usual even. It was dark, save for the glow of a lantern placed on the ground just outside the cage he found himself in. His legs were tied to a chair by rough, heavy ropes that scratched at his bare shins. His arms were handcuffed behind him and cold steel metal chains had been applied to his ankles. His cloths were gone, right down to his underpants. Even his fake gold necklaces and watches had been stripped from him. And right outside the cage was the figure in the dark, the slim body of a young girl, a teenager, her face shrouded in darkness, her naked body only dimly lit by the flame of the lantern.
“Wha…?” he started, before the crack of a whip slashed across his chest.
“Mother Fucker!” he screamed, writhing in agony as he tried to get up. It was no use; the chair had also been securely fashioned to the cage by even more chains. He wasn't going anywhere. “Whatever you want, just take it. Except for the money, don't take the money. I earned that fair and square. Sorta.”
“Don't worry, you can keep your sleazy money all to yourself,” she said.
He vaguely remembered what happened before blacking out. The walk up the attic stairway, seeing Mabel and Dipper doing... something he couldn't make himself believe, and then the fall down the stairs. It was coming back to him, especially the part with the grappling hook. It was still raining; the pitter patter of raindrops was unending. “Wendy, is that you?” he asked.
Wendy smiled, even though Stan couldn’t see it. The storm thundered in the distance. “Hey you.”
“I have a feeling this isn’t about your paycheck.”
Another crack of the whip across his chest made him howl. Wendy felt a shiver run up her spine. “No Stan, this isn’t about my paycheck.”
“Come on kiddo, what are you doing? We can talk about this, whatever you remember, whatever you think happened, we can figure this out.”
She sat down on his lap; she rubbed her bare loins against his thighs. “Oh? It's too late for talk, I don't wanna talk.”
“Wend-”
Stan was silenced by the hard smack of Wendy’s backhand across his face. Christ, that kid sure packs a wallop.
“Shut up,” she whispered. Reaching down she found his soft, shriveled sex firmly tucked between his legs. She gently pumped his shrunken tool. “You're so cold, that's no good. If you behave I can make you nice and warm. I can still make this good for the both of us, or I can make this a lot worse for you.” She coiled up the whip and rested it around his neck. She was no dominatrix, and the whip wasn't nearly as versatile as she would've liked. But it wasn't the only useful weapon she had found around the Mystery Shack. The axe, which she pressed against his cheek, and threatened to slash him open with, that was something she was much more comfortable wielding.
She straddled her body against his, she pressed her petite breasts against his aged, hairy chest. She moaned softly, shutting her eyes as she felt him rising between her legs. He was getting there, stronger and thicker, his weathered tool neither rendered impotent by the ravages of time nor slowed by age. Like a good boy he stayed obedient and silent, even when she dropped the axe to get a firm hold of his readied shaft. She uttered a low groan as she slid down his length and bucked her hips at Stan's throbbing cock. Stan eventually started matching each one of Wendy's thrusts with ones of his own, though whether because of shame, fear, or hatred, he didn't keep eye contact with her.
“I know you,” she suddenly uttered between moans of pleasure. “Look at me,” she ordered.
He didn't, he didn't do anything except keep looking away. Enraged, she grabbed both sides of his head and forced him to look to her. She kissed him, made him accept her tongue into his mouth. He was a better kisser than she would've expected from an old man who didn't know how to talk to women, and in her growing desire she bit his lower lip hard enough to make it bleed. He yelped; she licked the blood off, then pressed their foreheads together. She looked directly into his eyes.
“I know you,” she repeated. The flash of a lightning bolt cast everything in the exhibit room in a harsh, white glow for a splint second, and for that split second it was like Wendy's face had completely shifted into something else, a face Stan didn't recognize, one full of rage and fury.
“Wendy, snap out of -”
“Stop talking!” she screamed. A thunder clap roared outside. She grabbed the ends of the whip she had wrapped around his neck and tightened the noose. He squealed, helpless as she strangled his throat shut. She kept pumping up and down his cock, even as he gasped for air.
“S-t-op”, he croaked out.
“I know you,” she said, “I know what you really are, deep down, beneath all that flesh and blood. The evil that men do. We know who you are, BOB.”

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