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Fistbump 2: Unspeakable (a Pinecest story)	By : Edward_or_Ford Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 21283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Where are they?” the twins heard their father asking their mother, then in a louder voice, “Dipper! Mabel!”
Eyes wide with panic, Dipper quickly jumped back from Mabel, flinching in pain as his foreskin did not unroll back up on its own as he pulled out. Mabel was unable to move, instinctively holding tightly to Dipper’s shoulders. Both were terrified, trying desperately to calm their gasping breaths.
The inside of Mabel’s room was not visible from the main part of the house, but they knew that the full length of the bedroom hallway was. Dipper had no way to dash out of Mabel’s room across the hall to his own room without being seen.
He whispered frantically. “Answer him!!” as he forced himself out of Mabel’s grip and to his feet.
“I’m here! In my room!” Mabel called, trying to gather her wits, looking around for her clothes that she had changed out of when her parents left. She spied them on her dresser. Dipper tip-toed to the door and closed it carefully.
“What are you doing?” came the voice of their mother, who they could tell was curious because of the long pause before Mabel’s reply.
Mabel was on her feet, and bent over to gather up her bikini, high-heels, and jacket, and flung them under her bed. Dipper picked up his clothes and shoes. “Nothing, Mama!” she called back loudly, the shake in her voice obvious to anyone who was listening.
Their mother was closer now. “That doesn’t sound like nothing, Pumpkin!” she replied with a touch of authority in her voice. “What’s going on? Why did you leave your sunglasses on the floor out here? And where’s Dipper?”
Dipper was looking around in desperation. She’s going to come in here! he screamed to himself. I’ve got to find a place to hide! He dashed quietly to Mabel’s closet and opened it, finding it completely filled with boxes and clothes. Seriously? Thanks Mabel!
“Please don’t come in, Mama!!” Mabel cried. She gestured hysterically to Dipper for him to get under her bed.
The voice of their mother came from directly outside the bedroom door now. “Why not, Mabel? Your door was open, now it’s closed. Just answer me, and I won’t think you’re up to something!”
Dipper scrambled to the floor, shoving his clothes ahead of him, barely able to squeeze beneath the bed frame. He was thankful for once that he was so skinny.
Mabel grabbed her clothes from her dresser and threw them to the bed, rifling for her underwear. “I’m just changing my clothes, Mama!!” She kicked at Dipper’s foot which was still visible beneath the end of the bed. The foot swiftly disappeared.
“Well, you haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before!” her mother replied, not being satisfied with the honesty of Mabel’s answer. She turned the handle and opened the door.
Mabel screeched, trying to cover her breasts with one arm and her crotch with her other hand. Her mother looked in uncomfortable surprise at her young daughter’s sweaty, disheveled body, not prepared for this to be quite what she would be barging in on. Mabel leaped on the bed to dive under her covers, the impact of her jump hitting Dipper solidly on his head through the mattress and box spring. He silently winced in pain.
“Mama!! Please get out!!” Mabel screamed in embarrassment.
“What on earth is going on?” called their father from just down the hall.
Mabel turned up the volume even higher. “Stay away, Daddy!!”
“It’s okay, Baby,” their mother told her husband, as she started to think she knew what was going on with their daughter. “I’ll handle this!” she said, entering Mabel’s bedroom and closing the door on him before he could come closer.
Their father wasn’t finished on the other side of the door. “Mabel, where is Dipper?” Under the bed, Dipper froze even more than he already had been.
Mabel tried to think quick. “He said he got a call from one of his friends. I don’t know where he is!” she cried out.
“All right. I’ll leave you two be.” their father said.
Dipper’s heart leapt to his throat. His cell phone was in his pants pocket, and his pants were behind him somewhere under the bed with him! And with Mom in the room, I can’t move to find it and turn off the ringer! If Dad calls me, it’s all over!
“Mama!” Mabel pleaded pitifully, wrapped up to her neck in her bedsheets. “Please … just leave me alone! Just go!”
“Pumpkin,” her mother said, much softer now, sitting on the corner of Mabel’s bed, “don’t worry … I understand … the feelings you must be going through at your age … you want to do things with yourself ...”
“Mama!” Mabel whined again, mortified and trying to get her mother to stop. Dipper tried to control his breathing, knowing that his Mom’s foot was just inches away from his knee.
Their mother was determined to get her point across. “Just know … just know that I’m sorry for waltzing in here without understanding. I think I know better now.” She paused, drew a breath, then continued. “If it makes you feel any better … I was doing the same things that you were just doing when I was your age.”
She had intended to imply that she had masturbated at fourteen: instead, Mabel and Dipper both conjured up the same mental image: their mother as a young teenager, on her back and being rutted by a young version of her brother Steve. “Ewww!!” Mabel blurted out in revulsion, drawing a bemused expression from her mother. Under the bed, Dipper struggled not to cough in disgust.
“All right, all right, I guess I’ve embarrassed you enough!” her mother told her with an understanding smile. “I’ll make sure that your father never speaks of this!” She got to her feet and started toward the door, then stopped. “I’m sorry for not bringing up any of these things before this. If you change your mind and want to talk, I’ll be here. I love you, Pumpkin.”
“Love you, too,” Mabel squeaked back, not budging an inch from under the sheets. Their mother left the room, closing the door shut behind her. They could hear their father’s questioning tone, then both voices faded as their parents walked away down the hallway towards the living room.
Dipper carefully extracted himself from under Mabel’s bed, reaching back to pull out his clothes with him. He began fishing in the pocket of his pants for his phone.
“Oh my God! Dipper, that was so embarrassing!” Mabel said quietly, but excitedly. “Even if it’s not what she meant, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at Uncle Steve again! Bleaah! I can’t believe how …” Dipper sternly signalled to Mabel to stop talking. Mabel acknowledged him silently.
Dipper was all business now. He was scared out of his mind, for they were not nearly out of danger, but the short time under the bed had given him time to think about what he needed to do next. Finding the phone, Dipper quickly found the ringer settings and set it to “mute”. After a short exhale of relief, he grabbed his clothes and started pulling them on. He whispered an order to Mabel that she needed to get her clothes on as well.
When they both were fully dressed, Dipper used hushed tones to outline his plan to Mabel.
"Okay, good job saying I’m out of the house. So if I’m coming back from visiting a friend, let’s say Anthony, I have to come back into the house through the front door, right?” Mabel nodded agreement. “Obviously, now I actually have to get outside. First things first, I have to get out of this room. I'll be seen by Mom or Dad if I go out through your door, so no way around it, the only other way is out your window. There's a screen that has to come off, and I highly doubt you have a set of screwdrivers in your room!" Mabel shook her head. "Didn't think so! So since I can't go get it, you have to go into my room and get my set. It's in the 2nd drawer in my desk, buried under a bunch of crap in the left side of the drawer. I think. I hope. Be careful, I think I might have also stuffed some dirty underwear in that drawer one time a couple of months ago when Mom told me to clean my room.” Mabel's face was slowly contorting in disgust. "Well ... you'll see when you get there! Once you bring that back here, you'll have to help me hold the screen after I unscrew the clips, because we can't let the screen fall down. There's about a seven foot drop to the ground under your window, I hope I can make the jump without making any noise. Or … breaking my leg, for that matter." Mabel was looking at Dipper, trying to determine just how confident he was in this plan. "Then I sneak around the side of the house …” he paused, “... somehow get over the chain link fence, haven't quite figured that out yet ... and then out to the street without being seen from the living room window. Or maybe I get out to the street through the Zeidenbergs’ yard. Whatever, if I make it that far, then I can just turn around as if I'm just coming back from visiting Anthony!" Dipper waited for Mabel to agree to the logic of the plan. "So, c'mon, go get my screwdriver set!" he whispered impatiently.
Mabel regarded Dipper blankly for several seconds. "Or," she suggested quietly, "I make up a reason to get Mama and Daddy out into the back yard through the patio doors, then you just walk out the front door and back in again."
Dipper was silent for several more seconds. "Or we could do that, yes," he whispered in a deadpan tone.

Mabel’s plan worked perfectly. It was easy for her to distract their parents with her suggestions for the still-unfinished landscaping work in the backyard. When they closed the sliding door behind them on their way out, Dipper carefully sneaked out of Mabel’s room, through the house to the front entrance and out, locking the door gingerly behind him. He waited a few moments before re-entering normally, trying to act casual. Of course, Mabel and her creative ideas could have kept their parents occupied for an hour, so Dipper’s subterfuge was unnecessary.
Later in the evening, the adrenaline had stopped pumping, and Dipper signaled that he and Mabel had to talk. This time they went to Dipper’s room. They both had the same math class, so they spread out their algebra homework on his bed to make it look like Dipper was assisting Mabel, in case either parent were to come in.
“Wow, that was close!” Mabel said with quiet relief. “I’m just, like, all ‘Blargghh’! Kind of like some of our old adventures last summer, am I right? I was so scared! I can’t believe we got away with that!”
Dipper didn’t say anything for several moments. Mabel peered at his face, and couldn’t read his expression. He was just staring down in the direction of their homework. “Dipper?” Mabel prompted gently.
“That’s just it, Mabel,” he said quietly. “That was close. Too close! I actually can’t believe we got away with it either!”
“Dipper, we’ve always managed to get away with it! Think about it! Let’s see … we’ve been shrunk, turned into wood, swapped bodies ...” Mabel paused to shudder at that memory, “battled killer golf balls, defeated a time traveller … heck, we’ve kicked a demon triangle guy out of two brains, including yours! We’re still here, aren’t we? Seems we got away with all that!”
“We didn’t always get away with all that so smoothly, did we? How many times did I come back to the Shack with a black eye, or worse? How many scrapes and band-aids did you get? We got away with all that only because Grunkle Stan chose to look the other way.” Dipper looked up to his sister’s face. “You know he wasn’t stupid, Mabel! He knew that there was crazy stuff that was going on! Don’t forget, last month he saw right through … us … almost immediately.”
“But Daddy and Mama haven’t, Dip! We’re doing a better job of keeping it hidden than we were up north.” Mabel smirked confidently. “Time to face it, Bro! We’re just good!”
“Or maybe we’ve just been lucky. Really lucky!” Dipper replied, looking back down, his voice softening. “... And luck has a way of running out.” He paused, trying to find the right words to continue. Mabel was starting to be uncomfortable with where this conversation was going.
“Mabel … one of these times, with some stupid little thing, we’re going to slip up, something that will be noticed.” Dipper straightened, looking intently at Mabel. “When that happens, what do you think Mom and Dad are going to do? To us?” He waited, daring Mabel to try to put a positive spin on such a scenario. She was unable to answer him.
"We’ve already talked about this,” Dipper continued. “You know they won’t stand for it! They won’t let us continue to be together! They won’t even let us live together! One of us, maybe both, will be sent away to boarding schools!”
Mabel feebly tried to argue. “They love us, Dipper! They couldn’t do that to us!”
“I know they love us, Mabel. In fact, that’s exactly why they would separate us! They would say it’s for our own good! And if anyone at church were to find out the reason for it, they would agree with them!” Dipper paused again, longer this time. His mouth trembled, and he struggled to draw another breath. “We can’t let them do that to us, Mabel! We can’t let that happen! I …” his voice broke, “... I can’t let that happen!” he finished wretchedly.
Mabel sensed where this was leading. Within her, she had built a shield of denial to protect herself from this possibility. She had started constructing it the night Grunkle Stan had revealed he knew about them. She built it stronger when she arrived home in Piedmont. Now, she felt the shield starting to crack.
No way, he is not going to tell me what I think he’s going to tell me! she thought to herself. There is no way in heck that Dipper will say this!
But aloud, she couldn’t stop herself. “So … what are you saying?” she asked shakily.
Dipper knew that it had to be said. He hated it, more than anything in the world, but he saw no choice. The risks they faced were too great. He forced himself to look Mabel directly into her eyes. It was one of the most difficult things he had ever done.
“... I’m … saying we … we can’t do this anymore …” he managed haltingly.
Mabel's shield shattered into a million pieces.
No! No! Mabel wailed in her head. Her face conveyed to Dipper her despair and heartbreak. It’s over? No, it can’t be over! She was numbly aware of Dipper taking her hands and holding them, neither having any words to say.
Grief quickly gave way to confusion for Mabel. She focused on Dipper’s face. It’s over, Mabel thought to herself. Dipper just … just ended our relationship together! He just broke up with me! Even though we need each other. Even though we love each other! How … how could he do this? How could he do this … to us? To me?
Mabel’s eyes narrowed slightly, still focused on her brother.
Dipper saw the shift in her expression. “I want to be with you, Mabel. You know that!” he told her softly.
Mabel said nothing, she just continued appraising her brother with growing intensity. Her features seemed to grow hard, her face of confusion slowly transforming into a glare. After a moment, she pulled her hands free and silently started gathering up her homework papers off Dipper’s bed.
“Mabel, please … don’t be angry!” Dipper pleaded. He made a fist and presented it to Mabel. She stopped, looked at it and then Dipper’s face for an instant.
Then her eyes flashed, and she forcefully picked up the last paper and her math textbook.
No!! Dipper thought despairingly. No, I knew this would hurt her, but not this much! “Wait! Please, wait a second!” he implored.
With her schoolwork in her arms, Mabel quickly rose and strode to the door, opening it with a yank.
Dipper didn’t care that the door was open. At that moment, his parents could have been standing right there in the hallway, and it wouldn’t have mattered to him. “I love you, Mabel!” he desperately called out.
She didn’t slow down in the slightest, crossing to her room and loudly slamming her door.
From the far end of the house, their parents called out to see what was going on, after hearing a door bang shut. They got no response, and found two closed bedroom doors, with an uncommunicative teenager behind each one.

To be continued ...
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Fistbump 2: Unspeakable (a Pinecest story)