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Helping Hand	By : Nastyzak Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 4143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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5 Good Night. Good Morning!
At about 6:30, Mrs. Pines called Dipper again. “Hi,” he said.
“Get a pad and a pen,” she said without a hello. “There are legal pads—”
He laughed. “I know where they are, Mom. How’s Dad?”
He set aside his laptop and got up from the sofa, where he’d been halfway watching a WeTube video about UFOs, and went to “the office.” That’s what everyone called a former pantry just off the kitchen, where Mom had her computer and where Dad occasionally came to work from home because its internet connection was fast and reliable and the room was quiet except at mealtimes. Carrying his phone, he heard the update on Dad, good news, as he opened the top drawer of the computer stand.
Dipper found the package of yellow legal pads in and took a pen from a Mexican-themed, oversized, cracked coffee mug that had been repurposed. He took these back to the sofa, where Mabel, her knees pulled up, was scowling down at her laptop, trying to force it to reveal the mysteries of trigonometry to her.
She was a little distracting, because she still wore her absurdly small bikini panties and with one knee inside her tee shirt, she had stretched the neck opening so far that her right boob hung out.
"Got the pad and stuff, Mom," Dipper said. “Sis!”
Mabel blinked up with a math-dazed expression. “Huh?”
“Mom’s on the phone. I’m putting her on speaker.”
She nodded and gave her brother a smirky kind of smile, but she made her voice chirpy and innocent-sounding: “Oh, hi, Mom! How’s Dad?”
“He’s right here,” Mom said. "I'll let him tell you."
Their dad took over: “Hi, you two. Are you behaving yourselves?” His voice was raspy and thin, but he sounded as if he felt pretty good.
“Uh-huh!” Mabel winked at Dipper while she pulled on her exposed nipple. “How are you? You sound hoarse.”
“I coughed a lot over the last three or four days, but I’m over the worst. I’m looking forward to coming home tomorrow afternoon. I hear you kids are taking off for the far north before I get there. Hey, big favor, call me tomorrow after dinner, say about eight o’clock, and let’s face-time. I miss you!”
“It’s a promise, Dad!” Mabel said. “Mm-wah!”
“We miss you, too,” Dipper said. “Take it easy, all right?”
“I plan to. A week from Monday I’m going to start working from home again. Jay says not to rush it, so I’ll start with just a couple of hours a day—”
“Talk about it tomorrow,” Mom said in the background. “Give me the phone. You rest!”
“Aye Captain,” Dad said, with a rusty kind of laugh, but at least he sounded like himself.
Mom took the hospital phone again: “Dipper? All right, I’ve ordered your dinners. Is Mabel still with you?”
Mabel yelled, “Still here! Pizza night! I want a Double Plus Maxi-Meat Deluxe—”
“Absolutely not. I’ve already ordered from Denibon’s. Dipper, write this down: Two six-ounce sirloins, medium. Two baked potatoes, with butter and sour cream on the side. One deluxe garden salad to split between you. I ordered ranch dressing on the side, but we have other kinds in the fridge. Dinner rolls. Be sure to toss the packaging and put the cardboard and plastic in recycling. Wash any—”
“Mom!” Mabel yelled. “Hang on, Dip’s having a hard time keeping up. And you forgot dessert!”
“No, there will be two slices of apple pie,” Mom said. “Dipper?”
“I’m ready, ranch dressing on the side, apple pie, what else?”
“The restaurant and delivery charges are already paid, and I included a nice tip for the delivery person, so don’t add anything. Now. Next, write down your packing lists.”
“Waugh!” Mabel moaned. "Those checky-offy things!"
But Mom went through the list, not complicated, jeans, nice slacks, underwear, socks, etc. etc. Mabel rolled her eyes and protested, “That’s only like half of what we packed two summers ago!”
“You won’t need twenty sweaters,” her mother said firmly. “You may choose four to take. Now, where was I? Oh, right. For toiletries and anything else you need, I spoke to uncle Stanley and he’ll give each of you money for things like toothpaste, shampoo, all of that. He says he can either shop for you or arrange for everything to be safely delivered. Once we've decided whether you can stay for the full summer, your father and I will pack up your other things and ship them . . .."
At last, after more than half an hour of obsessive list-making, Mom asked, “Mabel, are you keeping up with your college work?”
“I am!” she said proudly. “In fact, I did the first part of my final art assignment today, and right now I’m working on the last part of the last unit of Trig as we speak! Conic sections!”
“Dipper, is she exaggerating?”
Mabel gave him a shocked glance. Dipper looked at her laptop. Mabel was indeed working on an interactive lesson on parabolas. “No, Mom, it’s true. She’s on the last section of Chapter 10, and that’s the final one in the book. She’ll just have to finish that section, then the review and practice tests and then schedule the online final.”
“And your history class?”
Mabel heaved an exaggerated sigh. “ART History, Mom! I’m an art major, remember? I told, you, I’m on it. All I have left there is to finish a thousand-word essay comparing two specific works from two separate historical periods. No final, even, and I’ve got a sure A. Really and truly! Cross my heart!” She crossed her exposed boob instead, grinning at Dipper.
“Dipper—”
“Everything’s done in my classes,” Dipper said. “Really. I told you, I took all my online finals. Just waiting for my exam and course grades now. And we’ll take one online course each this summer, but it’s been a hard year.”
Mrs. Pines’s voice became gentler: “It has, hasn’t it? All right. Mabel, how much longer until you finish all your—”
“Three weeks from today, tops,” Mabel said. “Done all the quizzes for my art class, already took the finals for lit and French, and now in math I have to do the online reviews and the practice tests. After that it takes like three days to set up and then take the final. You have to do that with your webcam on so they can monitor you for cheating. So I’ll finish that and then I’m done-done-done!”
The doorbell chimed.
Dipper hopped up. “I think dnner’s here, Mom! Love you! We’ll remember to call you when we get to Gravity Falls, then Dad at eight in the evening.”
He left Mabel saying goodbye to their mom and opened the door to see the delivery car pulling away from the drive. A big heavyweight paper bag with the beaming-chef logo of Denibon’s Fine Dining rested on the doorstep. He brought it inside, closed and locked the door behind him, and found Mabel folding up her laptop and holding out his phone. “Here you go, Dip. Is it still hot?”
“Feels hot. Let’s eat.”
Youre hungry already after our late lunch?"
"Less talky, more eaty."
They didn’t use the dining room, just the breakfast bar in the kitchen. Dipper got silverware and a couple more lemon-lime sodas. “You’ve stretched that shirt all out of shape,” he said.
“Uh-huh!” She pulled the neck way down so far that both of her boobs were exposed. “Whoa-ho! That really pops ‘em up! Is your mouth watering, Bro?”
“Please just cover up long enough for us to eat.”
Dinner was all right, the steaks tender and the huge baked potatoes still hot. Mabel confiscated all the cherry tomatoes from the salad and insisted that Dipper take all the cucumber slices. She finished everything, including both rolls, and then wheedled half of Dipper’s apple pie from him.
“I saw you were on the last chapter of the trig book, but are you really about to finish math?” Dipper asked her.
“Yup. I’ll really be done by early April. And just one measly-peasly-easy course for summer! I can knock that out in a month and then have a free and easy rest of the time! Yay!”
Once they cleaned up, Dipper went back to his room and again face-timed Wendy. She looked sort of drawn and tired, but she gave him a big smile. “Hey, Dip! So when will you guys be coming in?”
“Tomorrow afternoon sometime. We’re just waiting to hear,” Dipper said. “As soon as I hang up, I have to pack. I’ve got a list.”
She laughed. “Man, you ALWAYS have a list!”
“This is one Mom gave me. I think I can manage with my backpack and my rolling carry-on. She says she'll ship everything else to us if we do get to stay in the Shack all summer long. Mabel wants to overpack, but she always does. How’s your brother?
Wendy rolled her eyes. “Marcus is Marcus! He had a real light case and should be up again now, but he’s being like a drama queen. Or drama king, whatever. Wants me to wait on him on hand and foot. We're staying at my cousin's place up here. Dad’s gonna knock off work and look after Marcus once he finishes the job he’s on now, and he’ll make my little brother shape up, 'cause the big clean-up job in the state forest starts in like three or four days. So anyway, I’ll be home next Friday some time. I’ll have to go through Old Man McGucket’s screening, takes about twenty minutes usually, and then—I guess I go to our house.”
“You could, um, you know, Mabel and I are gonna be staying in the Shack,” Dipper said. He couldn’t keep a grin off his face. “All alone!”
“Is this an invitation, dude?”
He couldn’t keep a grin off his face. “If it is, will you accept it?”
“Will you give me a good firm reason?” she asked flirtatiously. “Let me give you a list: Unbutton Wendy’s shirt, take it off, unfasten Wendy’s bra—"
Dipper suddenly yelped, “Mabel, I’m face-timing with Wendy!”
“Whoops! BRB!” She slammed his door.
“What’s Mabes up to?” Wendy asked.
“Um, you know, just . . . running around. I guess she must be, uh, packing.”
She was packing all right, a matched pair of 36 boobs. Bare, at that. If he hadn’t yelled, Wendy probably would have glimpsed her.
“Be sure to check in with me the minute you get to the Falls and we’ll finish your to-do-Wendy list. Man, I wish I could be there to meet you!”
“I wish you could, too—”
“Wendy! Hi! It’s me, Mabel!” Mabel leaped onto the bed beside Dipper. She’d thrown on a red sweater, anyway. “Hi, how’s your love life?”
“Like my brother,” Wendy said. “It’s sick! And not in a hot way.”
“Aww,” Mabel said. “I’m hoping this will be THE summer for me! Hey, is it true that nobody has to wear masks in Gravity Falls?”
“So far, no masks, last I heard. They’re trying hard to kind of seal the place off from the rest of the world—”
Faintly, they heard a whiny boy yelling, “Wendy! I’m thirsty!”
“Aggh! Gotta go,” Wendy said. “I will be so glad when Dad can take over this gig. He’ll make Marcus get well quick! Bye, guys, talk to you later!”
When he’d hung up, Dipper said, “Do you have to run around naked?”
“How was I to know you had her on face time? Anyway, do you have any extra space in a suitcase? I need to stow my makeup kit, and my suitcase is full of clothes.”
“Just take the makeup case on its own,” Dipper suggested. “It doesn’t even need to go in a suitcase!”
“Excellent suggestion! Okay, I’m gonna run and pack my carry-ons now.”
“Wait, what? You packed—”
“Dad’s big suitcase. It was hard to latch once my sweaters were packed.”
“Okay, I suppose gruncle Stan’s car will hold everything.”
“Let’s hope!” She pulled the sweater over her head and tossed it to him. “Hey, at least put this one in your carry-on! Thanks!” Wearing only her absurdly tiny pink underwear, she ran out.
Shaking his head, Dipper got his small suitcase from the closet, checked off everything on Mom’s list as he packed it. He had some stuff left over, but the backpack was just big enough to stow that.
Just before nine-thirty, his phone rang once. When he answered it, his gruncle Stan’s gruff voice said, “Hiya, knucklehead! How’s it hanging?”
“Are you in town?” Dipper asked.
“Nah, not yet. I’m getting’ sleepy, so I’ve pulled off here in—where the hell am I—let me see—the Heraldsburg Happy Sleep Inn. I hope it’s clean. Anyways, I got the shots, so I'm probably safe from the virus. Heraldsburg, so how far am I from you?”
“Um—I think about seventy-five miles?”
“Yeah, there’s like Napa and Santa Rosa and crap to go through. At least with this disease keeping busninesses closed, traffic ain’t heavy. Okay, so I’m gonna sack out early, and then tomorrow—let’s see, seventy-five miles—I’ll haul in at your house tomorrow, say about eight o’clock. You two have your breakfast or whatever, be ready to load the car and head out. Make me a big cup of coffee, okay?”
“Sure. You can have breakfast with us,” Dipper offered.
Stan seemed to think that over. “Okay, so I leave a little earlier. I’ll have coffee to wake me up and then be there for breakfast. Don’t make fancy pancakes or anything fancy.”
“Toast, eggs, coffee, orange juice?”
“Sounds good. See you tomorrow. Hey, I found out Wendy won’t be in the Falls until late next week, like Friday or Saturday, maybe.”
“I talked to her, thanks,” Dipper said.
“Okay, good. Good. Tell Pumpkin I said she should behave herself!”
“I will, for all the good it’ll do,” Dipper said.
His great-uncle hung up laughing.
Mabel showed up again, leaning in the doorway. She was wearing one of her sleep shirts. “I’m ready!” she said. “All packed! Hey, look at how my big old boobs fill out my shirt! Lots tighter than when I was twelve!”
“Real attractive,” Dipper said. “So gruncle Stan called. He’s gonna be here tomorrow morning and have breakfast with us. Then we start off for the Falls.”
“Yay!” she said. “Then how long until we get there?”
“It was sixteen or eighteen hours when we used to take the bus with all those stops in between,” he said. “It’ll still be about eight hours driving straight through in the car.”
“I get to drive first!”
“We’ll see what Stan says,” Dipper told her. “All right, I’m going to turn in and read. See you in the morning.”
“Aw. Give me a brotherly kiss?”
She came over and sat on the bed beside him again, and he leaned to kiss her cheek, but she yanked up her sleep shirt. “One on each one!”
So, smack, he kissed her left nipple and then, smack, the right one. “Go to bed,” he said.
He got his tablet out and until about ten he lay in bed reading supposedly true stories about haunted hotels, abandoned churches, and even cruise ships. He’d had experiences with ghosts, and he strongly doubted any of the accounts in the book were even close to true. Before long he started to blink, and the paragraphs began not to make very much sense.
Like “The manifestations cannot be dismissed as hallucinations on the part of fiddler cabs, because they never perk up passenger pigeons when it’s raining garkle needle noddle noo.”
Then he’d sort of wake up and realize he’d dropped off right in the middle of the paragraph. He tagged an electronic bookmark in where he’d lost the thread and laid the tablet down on his bedside table. By the time he’d turned over once in bed, he was asleep.
Some time later he began to twitch a little. He was lying on his back and Wendy was standing at the foot of his bed. He tried to get up, but it was too much of a bother. “I’m glad to see you,” he said.
She smiled—he didn’t know how he could even see her, the whole room was pitch-dark, but she glowed with an inner radiance. Wendy took off her trapper’s hat and tossed it aside, and her red hair tumbled down, and then she took off the green plaid shirt, and that had been all she was wearing. She raised her eyebrows in mischievously silent question.
“Oh,” he murmured. “Wendy! This is a dream.” Wendy crept up onto the bed on all fours, her knees straddling his legs, and she reached down to caress his balls and his already straining dick. “It’s a WET dream,” he said with a smile. “Are we gonna make love?”
“Fuck, you mean?” Wendy whispered. She smiled down at his dick. Heck, he couldn’t even see his dick, everything but Wendy was dark.
“Can you see me?” he asked.
“Clear as day, dude. Did you say you wanted to fuck me?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Dunno, man. This is like our first time. I think I’d like to take this baby out for a test drive before we start the real stuff. How about a blowjob?”
“Mabel says that’s not real sex,” Dipper told her.
"It's real the way I do it. Lay back, man, and let me take care of you.”
Dipper closed his eyes and felt rather than saw Wendy lowering her luscious mouth. Felt her hot breath. Felt her tongue teasing his glans, urging his erection to become longer and harder. And then she took his dick into her mouth and with an audible “glomph” started to fellate him.
“Unnhhh,” he said. “That feels—uh, it feels—what’s going on?”
Now he was definitely awake, and it was definitely dark, though the window showed a pale promise of dawn, and Wendy no longer glowed, but she was sucking away, taking him really deep, and it was no dream. Dipper reached over and switched on the bedside lamp.
“Mabel!”
“Hmm?” she asked from down where she was sucking his dick.
In the light he saw that somehow without waking him, she had pulled his shorts down and had slipped onto his bed to surprise him. She was stark naked again, on her knees, holding her hair back with one hand while she braced the other on the mattress. She took his dick amazingly deep into her mouth, and once she gagged a little.
“Sorry!” She pulled way back, a sliver string of drool curving from her lips to his dick, and said, “Hi! It’s nearly six o’clock! Time to get up! Oh, wait—you ARE up!”
“Mabel, I was dreaming about Wendy!”
Now she was jerking him off, not hard, but slowly as if she wanted to prolong the activity. “Yeah, yeah, I already heard you moaning her name.” She lowered her voice and mocked him: “Oh, Wendy, this is a wet dream! Mabel says that’s not real sex!” She giggled.
“Mabel, it’s—” he looked at the alarm clock—“seven minutes to six? You never get up this early!”
“Couldn’t sleep! We’re going to the Falls today, Dipper!” She reminded him. “We gotta be ready when gruncle Stan gets here! And we won’t have privacy for any sucky-sucky when we’re in his car! Speaking of which—”
She went down on him again, this time lavishing attention on the head of his cock. “Mabel,” he groaned.
She surfaced again to say, “Lay back and think of Wendy! Hey, here’s a deal. If you want, I’ll tell her exactly how you like to be sucked off. For instance, the famous Mabel popper!”
She sucked his glans inside her mouth, then pulled back with a sound like a cork leaving a bottle. “Hey, Brobro, get with the program. We got only a couple hours before Stan gets here. I know you want to cum. I want to cum! My clit's real sensitive since you put the sizey light on it! And I want to try that sixty-niney thingy! How about you lick me, I suck you, we both get off, and everybody’s happy!”
“Can’t we take a day off?”
She stopped sucking him and instead very slowly beat his meat, letting the swollen head touch her warm cheek. “Come on, Bro. Girls can cum like twenty times to a guy’s one, and I’m just now getting used to it! If you won’t do it for Wendy, do it for me, Mabel.”
“You said you had a vibrator. Why don’t you use—”
“It’s not the same.” Mabel gave a theatrical sigh. “I can get myself off with Mr. Buzzy or with my fingers, even, but doing it with you is intense. And I want to make sure that it can be just as intense every time when I’m with a boy. And that it’s intense for Wendy when she’s with yo-ou!” She squeezed his shaft. “Come on, you’re getting soft. Sixty-nine! Sixty-nine! Sixty-nine! You’ve already had your tongue in my pussy, so what’s the big deal? Here, let me warm you up.”
She shifted position and suddenly he felt something hot clasping his penis. Dipper looked down at her. She had pulled his erect cock down and had bent it, and now she was sitting on it, sort of clasping it with her pussy. She fondled her boobs and licked her lips invitingly. “Sixty-nine,” she whispered.
He said, “You’re not gonna let go of this, are you?”
Mabel moved herself down his body so her pussy was past his knees, then leaned far down to suck one of his balls into her mouth, then licked her way up the shaft to the tip, where she teased his slit with her stiffened tongue. “Nope! Come on, Brobro, sixty-nine! Sixty-nine! Do it for me, Mabel!”
“Okay, okay,” Dipper said. “You get on top so I don’t accidentally squish you. Come on, turn around!”
“Goody!”
She spun around, swung her leg over his chest, knee-walked back a bit, and settled her pussy down into place. “Fresh, sweet Mabel pussy! Take a good look. Notice the difference?”
Dipper blinked. There, inches from his face, were her puckered pink asshole, her glistening wet slit, and above it—
“You shaved?”
“Trimmed!” she corrected. “Took care of the high brush so you won’t have to worry about getting twigs in your mouth.” She wriggled her whole ass. “Take a gooood look!” She raised her butt high, and he saw that her thick brown pubic patch now was a much smaller, sharply-defined inverted triangle, the apex pointing to what she called her clitty. “So Bro, what do you think?”
“It looks like Bill Cipher the Bush, but upside-down,” Dipper said.
Mabel clenched her buttocks. “Augh! I didn’t think about that! I KNEW I should’ve gone with the valentine shape!”
“Nobody else is going to picture Bill Cipher when they see that,” he told her. “Sis, I think I’m starting to lose my morning wood, so if we’re gonna do this at all—mmph!”
She pressed her pussy against his mouth, while at the same time she enthusiastically dick-dived again. Once more she almost gagged and stopped for a second.
Dipper twisted far enough away from her slippery snatch to say, “You don’t have to swallow it! Don’t make yourself sick!”
“Just gotta master the old gag reflex, Dip! Some guys might love deep throating!”
“Don’t take it so far inside this time, anyway,” he said. “I don’t mind. Just, I don’t know, to the back of your tongue, not into your—mmph!”
“You stick that tongue into me!” she said. As he did, tasting again the diluted mango of her juices, she quivered. “Dip, that feels so incredible. Wiggle it! Now work back to my clitty, and if you can manage to stick a finger in, all the better!”
Her clit was definitely somewhat larger and firmer as he sucked it between his lips. She was back to sucking, bobbing so hard that his hips started to move involuntarily, and he fucked her mouth while he tongue-fucked her. Squirming around to get his hand in position to plunge one finger into her was difficult, but he managed it. She started to gasp and moan but didn’t interrupt her blowjob.
In the light Dipper could see her clit when he pulled back for a breather. It was quite beautiful, he thought, more obvious after its enlarging treatment, a glowing, shiny pink pearl peeking out from a fleshy sheath. He sucked it and polished it, and he felt the first twitches of Mabel’s orgasm.
That spurred her to suck him even harder—no hands now, just her mouth and tongue—and he felt the build-up in his balls and belly.
“I’m gonna—"
They both came at the same moment, and they said more or less the same thing as they did. Actually Mabel yelled, “Aw fuck yeah!” and Dipper “Oh-ahhh!” but it blended together as “Awawfahgahaaahhh!”
She slurped his cum and swallowed, and obligingly Dipper swallowed the little amount she had squirted. Finally they rolled apart and, with her hair mussed and her boobs heaving as she took deep breaths, she spun around, plopped down beside him and said, “Now THAT’S the way to start the day! Uh, did you, you know enjoy—”
“I really liked it,” Dipper said. “Only—”
When he didn’t finish the thought, she said, “Only what?”
“Well—I hope, you know—I mean, this is great, but when Wendy and I, um, get together—”
“And fuck like crazy bunnies!”
“Stop that. It’s what you said about how many times a girl can orgasm, as opposed to a guy. I just hope that, well, you know I won’t disappoint Wendy or, um.”
“Or vice-versa,” Mabel finished for him. “Come ON, Broseph! Wendy is like an experienced woman of the world, and I’m still a virgin. Technically. I don’t count Mr. Buzzy, ‘cause he doesn’t shoot any cum—”
“That’s another thing,” Dipper said. “We both have to think about that. If you and I are going to be sexually active with other—”
“If we fuck, you mean!” Mabel said with a laugh. “I mean if you fuck Wendy and I fuck my dream guy, whoever he is, the lucky son of a bitch!”
“Mabel! Listen to me. If we do, we’re going to need protection.”
She pouted a little. “Rubbers, you mean?”
“Condoms. And supposedly McGucket will go through all our luggage, so we shouldn't pack any—”
“Dipper, Dipper, Dipper! Chill. I’m already covered. I’ve got a device down in my baby cave that’ll mow down those sperms like Grant at Gettysburg!”
“Grant wasn’t at Gettysburg,” Dipper said.
“Dip, little advice. Don’t mix nerd talk with S-E-X. It’s a turn-off. What I’m saying is I have an IUD. Mom doesn’t know, ‘cause I got it through the college medical services, just in case I met Mr. Right, but so far, no luck. Still, I’m fixed.”
“Wendy can probably get condoms for us—”
“You two won’t need ‘em either,” Mabel said. “Wendy’s wearing a Baby-B-Gone inside her, too! She’s the one who gave me the idea, and she suggested the college health services, ‘cause that’s how she got hers. I really don’t want my significant fucker to wear a condom, ‘cause I love semen. At least, I love yours. But if you really want to wear a raincoat for Mr. Cocky, I’m sure you can buy ‘em up in the Falls.”
“If Wendy’s okay with doing it raw, I guess I won’t wear one,” he said. She looked so cute with her cheek on his pillow that he impulsively kissed her. “That was a nice way to wake up, Mabel.”
She returned the kiss. “And we’re gonna have five or six days all alone in the Shack to get you ready for Wendy’s big opening! Her big wet, tight, slippery opening!”
“Mabel! You’re just trying to get me aroused again!”
“That’s the idea,” she said, reaching down to take hold of his dick in a perfectly platonic way. Almost sisterly.
Almost.
And then the doorbell rang.
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