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OMLG, is this an actual pinecest blog?

[ticknart]

Between Busses

Dipper Pines stood and stretched as the other passengers pushed their way into the aisle of the bus to try to be the first off. He yawned and scratched his stomach, watching those who made it into the aisle shuffle and trip over their own feet. He didn’t understand why people had to rush. It would be so much easier if the people in the front of the bus got off first, then the second, and so on.

People didn’t work that way, though. Logically, that is. Sometimes someone tapped the brake pedal and thirty minutes later there was a traffic jam, despite a lack of exits or accidents. Why did everyone for miles down the freeway have to push their brakes, too? Dipper thought that was an answer best left to the psychologists of the world.

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[asterism-pinoideae]

very nice work! i really liked zia; she seemed like more than just an OC. she has some real promise as a returning character. i really liked the flow of the story, too, since it seemed a lot less like a story and more like a diary entry. like everything that happened actually happened just that way, whether you like it or not.

i think this could use a couple of read-throughs to correct small grammatical errors and tense changes, but overall it’s an excellent first fic and i hope to see more in the future

[sevralships]

“Bloodlust”

(Entry for asterism-pinoideae’s Creature of the Week Challenge. Mine was prompted by the Journal 3 entry on Giant Vampire Bats)

When young supernatural investigator Stanford Pines hits a road-block in his study of Gravity Falls’ Giant Vampire Bats, his mysterious muse encourages some unorthodox research. TW bloodplay, TW vampirism/autovampirism, TW cutting/self-harm, TW all sorts of fucked up Bill stuff, TW Stangst. Billford. NSFW, 4370 words

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[asterism-pinoideae]

if you love well-written dialogue, subtle dramatic irony, loving detail, and that good old fashioned bill-style body horror, you had better take a look at this fic.

[equilateral-asshat]

Hands On

So I have this headcanon that Mabel is secretly obsessed with Dipper’s hands. No matter what AU I’m writing in, no matter what the story is, she loves having him touch her. Even if it’s spanking.

Especially if it’s spanking.

NSFW, 3500ish words.

It started on a Saturday afternoon.

Their parents were out over the weekend for a personal trip, leaving Dipper and Mabel with the house all to themselves. Far from being the first time this had happened, they originally planned to spend the weekend pigging out on junk food and watching bad movies.

However, Dipper realized he had a big test coming up on Monday at school, and had sequestered himself off to his room to do some studying. This, of course, had left Mabel to her own devices. And Mabel’s own devices on that day were started off by eating an entire two pound bag of gummy koalas. That was followed by a rainbow sherbet and orange soda float, and before long the inevitable sugar high kicked into gear.

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[ex-pinkpines]

Did someone say spankies?

[asterism-pinoideae]

tfw epic fics show up on your dash first thing in the morning

[equilateral-asshat]

Greedy; Chapter One

So hey folks! This one has been a long time coming. It originally began as a “somewhat lengthy oneshot” idea that quickly became a “Holy fuck I’ll need three chapters for this what the fuck have I done.”

The basic premise: what if some outside catalyst is what got the twins into one another? Like, say, a friend of theirs ended up turning them onto (or more onto) the idea of banging their sibling? What if that friend was a rich little blonde temptress that was unaware of what her actions would eventually cause?.

Greedy seeks to answer these questions.

Chapter one is NSFW, and is almost 11k words long. This chapter does NOT contain any incest, but given that the entire fic is leading up to that point, it’s getting tagged all the same.

[ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+]

-June-

=Pacifica=

For all she knew, it was the last Summer she would see them.

No more dragging your feet, Pacifica. Soon they’ll be off at college, you’ll be busy learning to handle family affairs. She frowned, steepling her fingers. But with time so short, how do I pick…?

She couldn’t help it, she actually chuckled at herself.

Ha! A Northwest, picking just one. Silly me! We always get everything we want…

=Mabel & Dipper=

“C’mon, Dipper! Drive faster, we’re almost there!”

“Mabel, if you hit me one more time, I’m going to drive this car into a ditch.” Fixing a level stare at his sister, he watched her cross her arms with a huff. “I’m not going to go over the speed limit. I never do unless it’s an emergency.”

“But Diiiippeeeerr…” she moaned. A cross frown was directed towards her. “Stan and Ford are actually back this year! I wanna spend every moment I can in Gravity Falls so we can all be together as a family again! Isn’t that an emergency?!”

“Mabel, we’re only ten minutes away, just calm down!” This request was met with a playful punch on the shoulder. With a heavy sigh, Dipper tilted the steering wheel to the right. “Ditch, here we come.”

“Dipper no! No I didn’t even really hit you that hard!”

“The ditch is happening, Mabel! You were warned!” The car listed closer to the shoulder of the road. Mabel squealed and forced the wheel straight.

“Yer gonna get us killed!” she teased, blowing a raspberry at him.

“You were warned,” he repeated with a noncommittal shrug, grinning with defiance. She blew another raspberry at him.

“Yeah and you’re a poophead…”

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[asterism-pinoideae]

this is everything i was promised it would be and more!! but no amount of illicit twin-smooching is going to sate me for that sweet, sweet food porn. very excited. chapter two is officially requested.

[equilateral-asshat]

With Age Comes Wisdom

I’m a fan of the joke that suggests that, if somebody were the older of a set of twins, they’d offer advice to their younger twin in the form of “When I was your age” followed by a brief explanation of what they had just done beforehand. Now it becomes Pinecest fluff.

SFW, 965 words.

“Dammit, Mabel!” Dipper groused, “That was the last slice of pizza! I was gonna eat that!”

“Yeah, well,” she mumbled around a mouthful, “I’m older, and wiser, and thus had the foresight to grab it first.”

“You’re only five minutes older than me,” he harrumphed, tugging his hat over his eyes and crossing his arms tight against his chest. He sat like this and stewed for a few seconds as she chewed and swallowed.

“Maybe, but when I was your age,” she noted with a honeyed tone, “I was thinking about how I wanted the last slice of pizza because my little bro ate the other two thirds of it!”

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[asterism-pinoideae]

pizza: stolen

girl: mentioned

secret: out

[sirwaddlesesquire]

Loved the Stars

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

- Sarah Williams

Dipper Pines knows what it is to be in love. It’s a shooting star across the pitch black sky.

It’s the sudden explosion of light, illuminating in its radiance. It’s the streak of brilliance, spinning and twirling as it makes its journey, incandescent beams trailing behind and touching all that it passes. It’s the new capability of vision presenting the opportunity to drink in sights previously unknown. It’s the captivation caused by flash-point intensity.

It’s her.

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[mrdaxxonford]

SHAPES OF WRATH!

I was watching TV and this came to me, I don’t know why. I’d say this is the closest I could ever get to one of those weird 60′s high concept sci-fi movies. Co-Authored by the wonderful @asterism-pinoideae.

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Edwin asked the first question.

The young man in the chair in front of him fidgeted nervously, answering the strange hypothetical questions as best he could; “You are in a cafe, what do you order for your dog?; You come across a tortoise on its back. How do you report this to the authorities?; You come across a young boy crying from hunger, he appears to possess stolen property. How best do you subdue the child?; You see a clown feasting on a deer carcass, how best do you seduce it?“ When the questions were all answered, Edwin turned to the whiteboard behind him with a list of names on it. Next to the young man’s name (Colin), Edwin stuck two magnet shapes, an orange triangle and a yellow circle.

Once dismissed, Colin sat in the hall and pondered the significance of the odd interview, but decided it was best not to question it, so long as he got his food rations.

And so it went with the whole group, answering strange questions about hypothetical scenarios, and what emotion did they feel when they thought about certain things. At the end of each session, each name received a number of shapes.

Many gathered in the common area of the complex to compare notes. What did the shapes mean? What did the colors mean? Before long, the participants fell into a handful of distinct categories; Confused and annoyed, confused and nervous, and just plain confused.

Then, of course, there was Roger, who stood up and threw his chair at Edwin and told him to go fuck himself before stomping out of the room to wherever it was Roger went to when he got in one of his moods. This behavior was soon followed by the appearance of four red squares next to his name.

Everyone figured this meant something bad, sending a chill through everyone with squares or red in their test results. But then someone pointed out that perhaps the significance was one of assertiveness or decisiveness, and there was much debate over this. As Roger had proven time and again, he was not the type to second-guess his choices, and definitely not the type to wait for permission for things.

Many of the red square-marked members adhered to this idea, but this soon led to a backlash among the non-red- or square-having participants, and before long several cliques had formed, including a small group who took it upon themselves to look in the door whenever it opened to see the board. Some noted that the results of some subjects had changed, and others said the reported results had been falsified.

A hierarchy of "Pre-Roger” and “Post-Roger” participants was established over the morning mealtime, Roger’s outburst being seen by most as a tipping point. A divider between when they had thought they had known what the shapes meant, and when all they thought they knew was questioned.

Other schools of thought arose. Accusations of who was what shape when were traded in shadows and in public. When Darcy started labelling herself with her results, others soon followed. People would eat and sleep and work in closely-guarded covenants of shapes and colors. The orange triangles spoke together after lunch. The purple circles would leer at the others during breakfast. The grey rectangles clustered their simple cots together, sleeping in a pack.

Tensions among the groups reached such a point that the first death wasn’t as shocking as everyone had imagined it would be.

It was Andrei, a Pre-Roger blue square, green pentagon, and orange triangle. He had been one of the most vocal of the inferiority of the “Post-Rogers” and their “false data”. He was found near the board setup in the common room, the one displaying everyone’s results and, by extension, their worth.

Once clean and smooth at the start, the board was found that morning to be marred by numerous asterisks and sub notes indicating various appendixes of results and interpretations of said results. Andrei had been stabbed from behind with a compass, his blood used to paint a large red square above his body.

The remaining reds were rounded up and confined to dome 5, the outermost habitat dome. The only ones deemed capable of securing them were the Squares. Not entirely trusted by the “higher shapes”, they nonetheless did appear to be the more imposing of the participants, and so were tasked with the responsibility of keeping the accused shapes away from the others.

The Council was discussing their long-term plans for the reds, each member at the table adorned completely with greens and blues, when the fire alarm sounded, Its ear-splitting annunciation rousing the whole complex. The reds had escaped Dome 5 and had taken over domes 4 through 7. The least inhabited, but the ones containing almost all the food. The “Children of Roger” were no longer under the Council’s laws, and were demanding representation.

A schism of the oranges and yellows of all shapes only made things worse. They were demanding seats on the Council as well within minutes.

“Jesus Christ,” Edwin said, watching the riot from the monitor room. “How much are we pumping in?”

Morgan looked at the display, squinting in the dim light of the hidden room. “Uh, twenty percent compound-white in the water, thirty percent yellow noise through the walls.”

“What about the new stuff?”

“Compound-green is at two percent in the air.”

“This is two percent?” Edwin marveled, turning back to the screen. The blues had used their self-proclaimed “advanced intelligence” to construct rudimentary incendiary devices, but the oranges had figured out how to cut power to certain sections of the habitat.

“Want to go to five?”

Edwin sipped his coffee, considering this, watching with clinical detachment as the greys were hunted down like animals by all factions, and the purples seemed to be preparing for yet another orgy in Dome 3.

“Fuck it, why not?”

.:.

Roger stepped carefully over the bodies littering the floor, shaking his head as he went.  Many were  sporting war paint made from food paste and carrying crude weapons. All of them were as dead as the others.

Getting wasted in the biome plant was how Roger usually dealt with the bullshit cooked up by his fellow participants. Moonshine made from fermented food paste tasted like he had wrung a wet dog out into a beaker and drank it, but it did help him escape from the woes of Dome life.

This had been a particularly long bender. But Jesus, he had only been gone a week or two..

Gathering what supplies he could, he decanted the main entrance.

“Fuck this, I’ll go see what settlement 3 is doing.”

Roger had heard strange rumors about that one, ones he wasn’t sure he believed. He didn’t know what a “hunger games” was, but, he figured, it couldn’t be any worse than this.

-End-

[asterism-pinoideae]

if you enjoy Portal, Hunger Games, Fallout, or the concept of human beings in an experimental controlled society, you’ll like this. it’s short and sweet, but plenty good, and filled to the brim with good, old-fashioned human nature.

[sprucepinecest-deactivated20190]

A message from my inbox

Among the responses I received in the last 24 hours or so was this…quite wonderful private message. But because it mentions more than just some of my own stories, I felt it worth sharing. So with the sender, @starandtree‘s permission, here is their message:

it is dark outside, like usual at this time of the year, the cold rain and wind are cluttering against the window and everything is cold. Also like usual i sit on my PC, what else there is there to ? But unlike the last years there is something, i am sitting and reading fan fics, (something a year ago i vaguely where aware of even existing). And i am enjoining it, i laugh, i cry, i feel her long gone skin and smell her hair again for a few moments. unlike the last years i don’t feel alone at this time of the year. As long as the story goes. After it, the next morning, the hangover, i feel even more alone, but it’s worth it, somehow. These nights are my party nights, feeling my body shaking from the tension, no movie could, or ever had done that to me. These fics feels more real, since they come from real people, not from some overpaid, unambitious Hollywood writers with giant budget, and a target audience. So thank you and all of the other writers for making my night brighter, for make me sit with the twins in a foggy car in an drive-in cinema, for laying in their bed without any sleep, for camping at a naturist camp and feeling her soft skin (again), for reading there own fan fic, for sitting on a bed in a hotel room in Portland, for hearing a storm coming to an end, for seeing Mable defending the Wild Hunt, for siting on an beanbag chair in an old tree house, for having all those images and feelings, most of which i never had in the other world. Thank you.

[edward-or-ford]

I have an idea that i never found in any story: There are actually countries in this world where incest isn't illegal (France, Netherlands, Belgium, India). Despite this fact there is no story around this topic.

You’re right. I don’t think I’ve ever read a Pinecest fic that uses this idea.

For my own fics, having the twins move to a country a full ocean away just hasn’t been something to even think about, primarily due to them being too young to have it be practical (I’ve portrayed them in a very narrow age range, always as teenagers). It doesn’t seem likely that a move overseas would happen.

But putting that issue aside, I think I know why this kind of story has not been written. A lot of what makes Pinecest interesting, a lot of the drama, comes from the taboo of their relationship. If you take all of that away, and make their love completely legitimate and (somewhat) accepted, then you implicitly have a less intriguing plot. If you want to write a story that has a compelling reason for being, there must be conflict to overcome, obstacles put in the path of the protagonists. You don’t want there to be a “deus ex machina” contrivance that solves the problem just like that. For the answer to simply be “And so, Dipper and Mabel moved to France. They lived happily ever after. The End” would be a very cheap way to have a story come to its conclusion.

That, however, may just be my limited imagination. Perhaps there is a satisfying way to write this into a good Pinecest story: to incorporate the existence of countries where sibling incest is legal and does not carry the same stigma as it does in North America. If anyone knows of one, please let know. And if someone wants to write a good story about this, I will happily read it.

[asterism-pinoideae]

another issue with this, i think, that will have most writers shying away from the idea, is that most writers write what they know. to have a believable story, you will want to have at least a vague idea of what life in those countries is like, and almost every writer i’ve come to know in the fandom lives somewhere in the americas. if moving to a different country is the plot, you’ll have to address the emotion behind the twins leaving everyone and everything they’ve ever known and going somewhere completely new, which is a hard thing to do, and even harder to fathom if you’ve never experienced it yourself.

another consideration is, who would be in the story? there’s not a whole lot you can do with a story that has no characters other than the main ones, so you will either have to design a set of OC’s to live in this place for the twins to interact with, or else figure out why and how other characters from the show would be there, as well. and without the inner turmoil of “we shouldn’t be doing this, this is wrong, this is illegal, what if we get caught”, all i can think of for some sort of plot (assuming you want a plot at all), would be assorted issues that come with moving far away from home, like getting lost and missing the comforts of home, comforting each other when they begin to miss their family and friends, an just generally becoming more accustomed to pda, which, if you ask me, all sounds rather boring. i’m sure it's entirely possible to create a good and interesting story with this as a premise, but you won’t catch me trying to attempt it

[asterism-pinoideae]

You are amazing and great and your writing is adorable and really well done and I just love everything about all of your stories! So please please please remember that! Thank you!

wow! okay, i will remember that!! it’s so nice to know you feel this way about ALL my stories, i know some of them are noticeably better than others, but those little sad ones sure are trying! one day maybe i’ll rewrite them and they’ll blossom into good stories like their brethren!

hopefully i’ll have a fic ready for valentine’s, but i’m not going to make any promises about that. we all know i’m a really slow writer;; i’ll do my best though! knowing there are people out there who really want to read my stories fills me with DETERMINATION!  ..u 6 u..

[equilateral-asshat]

All I Want For Christmas

For Christmas, I got my followers a story I wrote all by myself! Featuring @asterism-pinoideae‘s favorite god ever :3

Pinecest, SFW, 2300ish words.

Dipper had never seen Mabel so excited to meet Santa Claus. This wouldn’t be a shock to many people, save for the fact that they were seventeen.

“Mabel, come on, calm down!” he begged, laughing with embarrassment. They were standing in the line at the Gravity Falls mall, as this year they had been invited to spend Christmas with Soos’ family. Mabel had jumped at the chance, eager to spend Christmas where it snowed.

“No can do, Dipperoo!” she chimed. “This year’s the year I finally get a good pic with Santa!” She bounced in place, every bell on her sweater jingling.

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[asterism-pinoideae]

i’m forever in your debt

[pinewreaths]

And A Happy New Year

While technically they had family around for the last three days, it hadn’t hit Dipper until he put their names in for the Christmas gift exchange.

“DIpper! Honey, you put your sister and you in the wrong jar! That was the ‘Couple's’ jar,” their mom had said with a smile.

“Oh, right. My bad!” he had replies, palms sweating as he realized what his mistake could have done.

He had taken his mug of spiced mead, sitting on the back porch and watching the reflections of the blinking lights reflected against the mottled and patterned glass of the kitchen window. Partly he watched to try and let his mind go blank, even as the rest of him tried to analyze and figure out a solution to the problem.

The result was a jumble, a veritable train-wreck of internal attempts to find calm and center on nothing at all as he simultaneously tried to guess and determine all likely scenarios of their relationship, and how others might react.

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[dddippinsauce]

Christmas Eve

A Double Dippin AU holiday treat for all you lovely folks. A little over 3k, with drunken games and musings on love. Based on a prompt by @asterism-pinoideae with a very helpful addition from @mrdaxxonford, with thanks to beta-readers @equilateral-asshat, @pinetreeoverme, and our dear Sir Waddles.

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[asterism-pinoideae]

i’m so in love with this

[pinewreaths]

Tug of War

NSFW.

Dingdingding.

In the middle of an awesome dream involving necromancers and cryptography, a faint noise jostled Dipper’s sleeping mind, nudging it slightly towards wakefulness.

Dingalingaling.

Dipper groaned, and the dream almost entirely faded. Now it was just a single sad skeleton holding a placard with an Atbash cypher on it; a far cry from the undead codebreaking he’d been performing moments before.

DINGDINGALINGALINGADINGDINGDING!

The sound of the bells finally pushed Dipper out of sleep, and into merely resting. The room was still dark, but there was a crack of light coming from under the-

Dipper’s brain skipped a beat in confusion. The light was coming from right in front of him, no matter how he moved his head. He went to go wipe a bit of sleep from his eyes, only to find his arm wasn’t responding.

A pair of muted giggling from somewhere nearby confirmed his suspicions as he tried and failed to move his other arm or either leg more than a half-inch in any direction. He smiled, and started to say something only to feel a soft but insistent pressure against his mouth of something fabric, and an experimental “Mabel?” came out instead as a muffled “Mmfl?”

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[asterism-pinoideae]

Heyy. When can we see more of that Smabble story, I really enjoyed it. ;) Everything you write makes me so immersed in the world you depict. Hope to see more writing from you down the line

ahhh stanks so much!! yeah, i’m working on Double Dating sort of off and on, right now my main focus is getting a fic out for the winter holidays, one I’ve titled: Shmipper’s Guide to Kissing the Pig. that one has both Cedar twins in it as well, but the pairings will be a little bit different. look out for it; with any luck it should be done in a few days!! ;3c

[mrdaxxonford]

No tanlines

So @pinecesttrain encouraged me to post this after I wrote it as a joke to make @panpacificpines hot under the collar. Edited by train and @asterism-pinoideae. both of whom may be wizards. anywho 6000 words of Wendip smut. May get a sequal if train writes one

Wendy looks up as Dipper approaches, the sound of his feet padding on the tile floor heralding his return with their drinks. She accepts it from his hand without a word, knowing she’ll expose more tantalizing skin while doing so. Letting her sunglasses slide down the bridge of her nose as she takes a sip.

Dipper retakes his seat on the deck chair next to her, awkwardly trying to be looking anywhere but where he very clearly wants to.

“Sure uh…sure was nice of Pacifica to let us use the pool while she was away” Dipper says as he casts a wary glance to the massive windows. The double paned glass keeping out the winter’s chill, all part of Mabels “Tropical Winter getaway”. Which sounded like just her excuse to add pineapple to all the regular holiday treats, but had been a nice distraction from the awful weather. She had even taught him to make a mai tai. Though Dipper neglected (at her strong disapproval) to add gummy bears and Boba to his and Wendy’s.

Wendy enjoyed his nervous fidgeting for a minute longer before deciding she had let him squirm enough, after all why get the most lovable (and honestly pretty hot) goof she knew alone if she wasn’t going to make something happen.

“Hey, Dip? You like tan lines?” she says, setting her drink down to the side, she sits up and slips one hand behind her back.

“Uh, I guess not?” Dipper says, shooting a glance at her obscured hand. “Why?”

Her bikini top hits his face.

“Just curious. You wanna help make sure I don’t get burned?” Wendy said with a nod to the lotion bottle by her towel.

Dipper reaches for the bottle trying and failing to remember that mantra the journal mentioned for controlling his breathing.

‘Easy does it, Don’t freak out. It’s just one friend helping another not get sunburnt. The intensity of UV rays during the winter is different so-’ Dipper looked up mid thought, unintentionally squeezing the lotion bottle and splattering it on the ground.

Wendy can’t suppress her laughter. “Aww, dude, you made such a mess,” she says. “You gonna oil up the pool deck, or you gonna get some on me?”

“I’ll get it all over you, I MEAN, UH - ”

And there’s that laugh again, the one that makes Dippers brain go into standby. His shaking, lotion-covered hands caress her shoulders; her long, flowing red hair casually draped over one like a length of expensive silk. The faint noises she makes as his hands glide over her sun-kissed skin seem to indicate he hasn’t screwed this up yet.

The lotion had started as a way to get him to touch bare skin. “the hard part over” she thought as his hands caressed her, breaking that barrier of awkwardness and doubt that paralyzed him every other time one of them tried to make a move.

Of Course, she hadn’t counted on him being so good with his Strong hands, deep and penetrating. Kneading out some tension she hadn’t noticed until it was gone. ‘If I this wasn’t going to happen before…its definitely happening now’ Wendy thought.

Once he was finished, Wendy turned to him, biting her lip. “Since you did such a good job on the back…”

‘Oh no…’ Dipper thought, ‘this is not happening’ His hormone soaked brain was in overdrive ‘She’s gonna look at me with those eyes and that face and say, “How about you try the front”?’

“You wanna touch my boobs?” Wendy said witch a playful grin

‘…Well… that’s not… exactly the line’ Dipper thinks.

“But, I mean, same result… how long have I been thinking? Did she really just say that and I’m staring at her? ohGODITSBEENTOO LONG - ”

Wendy rolls her eyes and, grabbing his wrists, thrusts his hand forward.

“Aw, gee, would you look at that,” she pouts, offering a small shrug as their eyes meet.

“YES!” Dipper says, several minutes too late.

“Yes? To what?” she asks, enjoying his clumsy intensity as she squeezes his hands, causing them to squeeze her in turn. Dipper isn’t sure where to look, his hands on her chest, or her eyes burning into him.

“You just gonna squeeze ‘em, Dip?”

“C - can I…?”

“You can do whatever you want, believe me,” Wendy says, leaning in and trapping his hands between them. “I’m game.”

Dipper doesn’t need to be told a third time. His lips come crashing against hers, his hands roaming all over her lithe but muscular frame, emboldened by her words.

He kisses down her neck, finding that perfect spot where her neck met her shoulder, suckling and marking her with what’s sure to be a massive hickey. Meanwhile, his hand meets the edge of her bikini bottom, and he hesitates.

“What are you waiting for?”

Dipper needs no further encouragement as he helped them both out of their swimwear.

Wendy wraps her arms around him drawing him closer. She knew they both wanted this. It had been a long time coming and she didn’t want him to second guess her.

Dipper buried his face in her neck as he entered her, knowing if he could see her face he would lose what shred of composure he had.

With the feeling of their coupling, her legs parted and her arms around him, he felt complete. like a circuit had just been connected after so long apart. Here he was with the girl of his dreams, her fiery red hair flowing around her shoulders like something from a dream.

Dipper’s thrusting was awkward at first, but he quickly got his rhythm, finding the way Wendy ebbed and flowed with him. Soon he could feel the tension; he wouldn’t last much longer, but Wendy’s moans told him neither would she.

“Nnnf, Dipper,” she moaned into his ear.

Wendy shuddered and came, clenching around him, drawing out every last bit of him as they climaxed together. Dipper nearly collapsed onto Wendy, feeling as though she had drained the very life from him.

“Wendy, that was…”

“SO AWESOME!” Mabel shouted from the door to the pool area, her towel over her shoulder. “Gee, I thought I was gonna miss all the action, but dang-a-rang, looks like I got here just in time!”

Dipper hid his face in wendy’s fiery curls, and Wendy couldn’t help but laugh that perfect laugh. “Sorry we got started without you.”

“Don’t be,” Mabel said, kicking off her flip-flops, towel, and bathing suit, but curiously keeping her flower sunglasses. “Looks like the fun’s just beginning.”

[asterism-pinoideae]

100% certified wizard

but dax is more magical than both of us combined

[pinewreaths]

Return to Sender

NSFW.

“Oh Dipper, you, uh, you shouldn’t have!” Their mom smiled awkwardly, holding up a string of bright translucent pink plastic balls adorning a silicone-rubber string. Dipper felt his stomach drop, and Mabel’s frantic eyes met his in equal parts surprise and alarm.

She turned over the newly-opened gift, turning it over in her hands as she frowned in puzzlement. “Honey, I, um, I like it, but what is it, exactly?” Dipper was already bounding over, mind racing, until he awkwardly grabbed the offending gift, threading a few of the smallest plastic nodes through a silicone loop near the bottom.

“Uh, it’s a necklace!” Dipper gave her a grin, displaying the small and colorful loop of anal beads as he thanked the gods above that his parents were shut-ins when it came to anything sex-related. He swallowed, his collar of his t-shirt suddenly feeling constricting and tight. Dipper tried to pad out his voice with as much of an apologetic tone as he could muster, to drown out the notes of stark fear and guilt that threatened to creep up and draw attention.

“Unfortunately, I, uh, I think I got the labels mixed up.” That much was truth; he had been falling asleep when he had been labelling gifts, and in his distraction he must have not only mislabeled some gifts, but his eyes caught on the distinct lack of a blue-and-white-striped bow stuck to the opened present, a bow that would indicate a gift that in no way should be opened in front of any parents whatsoever.

He shrugged, a rueful and honest grin temporarily appearing as the hilarity of the situation quenched some of the inferno of his sudden attack of anxiety. His eyes glanced over to his sister. “That necklace was actually originally for Mabel.”

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