Today I’m really excited to release a new “cuter” revision to “Fistbump” (my first work of fan fiction). The new story is eight chapters and about 23,000 words, so you’ll need a bit of time to get through it all. But I’m hoping you’ll find the effort was worth it!
It tells the story of Dipper and Mabel’s fourteenth birthday, as they celebrate the occasion by themselves in the city. It is an “almost” Pinecest story: that is, this story contains passionate emotional discovery and some sexual tension, but they only go so far.
The Fanfic
Here’s the Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – Beg, Shame, and Extort
Chapter 2 – Onwards!
Chapter 3 – The Best Part of Waking Up…
Chapter 4 – She Blinded Me with Science!
Chapter 5 – Benefits to Being a Shopping Buddy
Chapter 6 – Dinner, a Show, and a Nice Evening Stroll
Chapter 7 – Shut Up, Nerd!
Chapter 8 – Fallout
The Artwork
To help mark this occasion, I’ve commissioned the tremendously talented pinestimes2 to create three new drawings, depicting scenes from the story. They’re SFW, but mildly “spoilerish”, so I’ve embedded them within the body of the text, and you can see them as you read. But if you simply want to view them anyways, click -----> here <-----.
The Audiobook
I’ve also created a text-to-speech “audiobook” version of this story, if you’d rather listen to the story on your mobile device as opposed to reading it. You’ll find my post linking to the MP3 files -----> here <-----.
I want this to be shared and liked, of course. Please add likes to every post that you want. And reblog the post with the artwork, it’s great and deserves exposure. But I ask that if you want to reblog the story, please do so from THIS post only. This is the “index” for a total of eleven new posts that make up this release, and it works best if a Tumblr reader starts off here. Thanks in advance.
I hope everyone enjoys “Fistbump Redux!”
Edward_or_Ford
(P.S. If you want to read the original “Fistbump” story, or its work-in-progress sequel, "Fistbump 2: Unspeakable", please feel free.)
This link opens a shared folder on Mega. Mobile users may have to install the Mega app (it's safe, and you don't have to create an account). You can either download individual files, or find the option to download the entire folder at once. Once downloaded, the MP3 files should open in your default media player.
So I ran the text of “Fistbump Redux” through my phone’s Text to Speech (TTS) program, and it didn’t sound half bad! After a few edits, I recorded and uploaded it. It’s almost 2.5 hours from beginning to end.
It’s a bit “dispassionate”, to be sure, but it is honestly quite listenable. Perfect for those who don’t have a lot of spare time, and would rather listen to their Pinecest than read it! Enjoy.
Knowing they love each other, what will the twins do about it?
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(Audiobook MP3 of Chapter 7)
It was after one in the morning by then, but for the Pines twins, they were no longer feeling tired at all. It was like they had tapped into an oil well: the pressure was released, and their passion started to erupt.
Neither of the twins were very experienced with kissing: they each only had kissed one other person, and both of those were innocent, closed-mouth smooches. Now with the feelings of long-suppressed love urging them on, Mabel and Dipper wanted to figure out how to make kissing more pleasurable. Both knew about French kissing, but neither had tried it.
Mabel opened her mouth first, silently encouraging Dipper to try it, too. Soon they were wrestling their tongues together like pros, while their hands rubbed up and down the backs and necks of their partners. Their bodies were pressed together as tightly as their lips, though still seated awkwardly on the end of Dipper’s bed.
They broke apart, both gasping for breath.
“Wow!” panted Mabel. “That’s really nice! That feels so good!”
Dipper was also in awe. “Everything about you is wonderful … I love you!”
Mabel shivered with delight hearing that. She planted another urgent kiss on his lips. “That means I love you, too!”
They rested their foreheads together. Dipper ran his hand through Mabel’s hair and caressed her face, and she hummed happily. They stared into each other's eyes again.
Suddenly Dipper was uncertain. “Mabel? Are we … is this … okay?”
“I don’t know,” Mabel replied quietly, looking down. “I know we’re not supposed to do this.” She looked back up to his eyes. “I’m not supposed to feel this way. But I do!”
“I do, too!” Dipper said with certainty. “I think I’ve felt this way a long time, but I just didn’t realize it.”
Mabel shifted, backing away enough to pull her right foot up onto the bed and rotate her body to face Dipper more comfortably, but kept her arms firmly around Dipper’s neck and back. “So when did you realize it?” she asked him.
“Just tonight,” he told her. “When we were in the river at the waterfront. When I was trying to make you get up.”
Mabel’s expression turned stricken. “When you were crying! I completely forgot about that! I’m so sorry!” She pulled his head towards her and kissed Dipper’s forehead.
“It’s okay. Really! If you hadn’t been in that state I might never have realized how I feel about you.” He kissed her lips gently. “What about you? When did you see this?”
“Oh, I was way ahead of you!” Mabel said proudly. “I had it all figured out way back … to this morning!”
Dipper smiled at the revelation that they would both discover their love on the same day, then thought a little more about what Mabel had said. Then his eyes widened, and his mouth formed a small “o”. “Wait a minute,” he said slowly, then his smile started to return. “In the shower, this morning?” he asked slyly.
Mabel’s hand flew to her mouth as her eyes grew wide with embarrassment. “You did hear me!” she cried in a hoarse whisper. “What did you hear?”
“That you had a really great time, mostly!” Dipper retorted, as he turned his body as Mabel did to make himself more comfortable. Mabel blushed, and Dipper grinned at her discomfort. “This serves you right, after all the grief you gave me today.”
“Oh, shut up!” Mabel shot back, forcing the issue by leaning forward and occupying Dipper’s mouth with her own.
As they kissed, they were both leaning forward awkwardly, their legs now in the way. Without losing the lock on Dipper’s lips, Mabel grabbed the front of Dipper’s bathrobe and yanked him and herself up towards the head of the bed, then grabbed hold of his shoulders as they flopped back to the mattress on their sides. They both laughed into each other’s mouths happily.
Their arms went around each other as the kiss heated up. Soon hands were rubbing up and down each other’s backs and sides. Their torsos pressed together as their arms squeezed tighter. Without any thought on their parts, their legs slid next to each other, then Mabel instinctively allowed Dipper’s knee between her knees, and their legs started intertwining, seemingly of their own accord. Both of them began sliding their legs up and down together.
Bare legs.
And completely bare bodies, covered only by bathrobes.
Their brains clicked in to the sensations they were both feeling at the same instant. They stopped the kiss cold, their legs and hands freezing in place, and stared at each other, panting and unsure.
Mabel broke the silence first. “What are we doing, Broski?” she asked through ragged breaths.
“I don’t know,” Dipper gasped back. “What should we do?”
Mabel stared at her brother. “I don’t know that, either,” she replied, “but ... “ she paused with uncertainty, “there’s lots we … could do!” Her hand slid down slightly from the small of Dipper’s back to the very top of his butt, as if to emphasize her point.
Dipper’s hips made a tiny reflexive thrust, pressing their groins together. They both inhaled sharply, still staring wide-eyed at one another.
Slowly, Dipper’s hand was sliding around, from between Mabel’s shoulder blades, to the side of her rib cage, his thumb bumping against the underside of a soft, pliable curve of flesh beneath the robe. Mabel’s mouth opened and she gasped, pushing herself tighter against him.
Dipper swallowed, then nodded slowly. “Yeah … lots we could do!” he whispered quietly, but trembling almost fearfully.
Mabel’s hand slid down and across to Dipper’s hip, gripping her fingers through the robe into his cheek. His pelvis ground into hers in a circular motion, and he let out a small whimper, as his eyes almost closed and his neck craned back.
She felt his hardness easily through the fuzzy material. "And I bet it would feel so good!" Mabel whispered back, lightly brushing her lips to Dipper's chin.
He leaned his head back down and touched his lips to hers, then pulled back. His hand moved slowly back away from her breast. His face grew more serious. "But ... isn't it supposed to hurt you the ... you know, the ... first time?"
Mabel let go of Dipper's hip to hold his face. "Yeah, that's what they say," she said softly.
Dipper also moved his hand up to her face, gently caressing her cheek with his thumb. "I don't want to hurt you! I would never hurt you!"
"Daww!" Mabel breathed, smiling sincerely. Then her gaze turned pensive. "And we are pretty young to think about ... you know ... doing it!"
Dipper's eyes shot open. "And you could get pregnant!" he rasped, almost in a panic.
Mabel stiffened with fear at the thought, then immediately relaxed. "Nah. I just finished my period three days ago." She ran her fingers idly through her brother's messy hair. "I'd be okay."
"Oh! Really?" Dipper replied quickly, even hopefully. Then, he looked away. “We still shouldn’t … I don’t think … but, maybe we ...”
Mabel’s eyes widened. “Dipper.” Mabel’s voice was soft, but intense. “You’re really thinking that we could … go all the way? You know, that’s,” Mabel paused for a moment, trying to avoid the word she didn’t want to use, “... incest! I mean, that’s pretty heckin’ weird!”
“And this isn’t?” Dipper replied, stroking his hand through Mabel’s hair. “We’ve already crossed a pretty weird bridge here, haven’t we? And …” he looked back into Mabel’s eyes, “I’m not sorry for anything we’ve done so far.”
Mabel’s felt her heart melt a little more. “Me, neither … I love you, Dip,” she said weakly.
“I love you too, Mabes,” Dipper whispered back in reply, touching his lips to hers again.
The twins tried to keep things slow and under control. Their free hands stayed on each other’s faces and hair, and their kisses were light and brief. But slowly the kissing became deeper again, more intense. First Dipper, then Mabel shortly after, allowed their hands to wander down each other’s bodies again.
Dipper had read that girls liked to be kissed on the neck. He broke away and lowered his lips down to near Mabel’s left ear, and gave her a soft peck. She stretched her head back, and a tiny moan escaped from her mouth, letting Dipper know precisely how much she liked it. He took that as permission to plant more, harder kisses.
The urge to draw closer to one another continued to grow. Their bodies moved together in a slow rhythm. Their bare legs now rubbed against each other uninhibited. As Dipper's kisses graduated to gentle suckling and soft nibbles, Mabel's coos grew louder and longer. Urgently seeking closer contact, her hand reached for his behind, and pulled.
Dipper groaned and lifted his head slightly to move his mouth to the other side of Mabel’s neck. She anticipated that he was going to let her return some kisses of her own. Instead of finding his mouth, Mabel’s lips bumped into the bridge of Dipper's nose. No matter, she pressed forward, and softly kissed Dipper’s closed eye.
His reaction was to instantly shiver and draw an unsteady, ecstatic breath, as they suddenly discovered how erogenous Dipper’s eyes were. On pure reflex, he squeezed Mabel to himself as hard as he could. His free hand had just been caressing behind her knee, and as he pulled, his palm slid up beneath Mabel’s robe to the back of her thigh.
For the second time, they froze, gasping for breath. Noses still touching at their tips, they stared at each other, eyes ablaze with passion. Silently they knew. If this went any further, neither of them would be able to stop themselves.
“We should …” they both panted together, then again simultaneously “You first.” They laughed softly, partly calming the heat of the moment, then silence as the twins gazed at each other. Their hands remained precisely where they were, dangerously close to forbidden territory.
Dipper broke the silence. “Should we keep going?” he asked, searching Mabel’s face for confirmation or doubt.
Mabel felt something in her abdomen flutter, knowing what that meant. She also needed to know how Dipper felt. “Do you want to?” she said unsteadily.
Her brother’s expression was an anxious mask of longing and uncertainty. “Part of me … God yes, Mabel, I do! But …” he trailed off, unable to put his thoughts into words.
Mabel’s grip on Dipper’s butt tightened as she heard the desperate desire in his voice. But she also understood the words that wouldn’t come: she knew Dipper’s concern for her, his worry that they not regret something that they couldn’t take back. She knew that whichever way she decided, he would accept without hesitation. It only made her love him more.
But that’s not fair to him, she thought. This should be a decision by both of us!
“We’ve got two options,” she whispered. “We should wait, or …” she stopped for an instant, “we keep going.”
Dipper nodded. “We need to be honest,” he whispered.
“We should answer together,” said Mabel.
He nodded again. “On three?”
It was Mabel’s turn to nod. “One …”
Dipper’s voice was shaking. “Two …”
Together, with eyes locked on each other, they quietly said, “We should wait.”
They exhaled in unison, both relieved that the other felt the same way. The tension in their bodies slackened, as the glorious, excitable hormones flooding their systems slowed, but only a bit. They pulled each other into a warm, close embrace, still breathing deeply and unevenly.
Dipper pulled back first, looking ashamed and apologetic. “I need to go into the bathroom, Mabel,” he said quickly. “Like, right now!”
Mabel was thinking exactly the same thing. On hearing of Dipper’s identical “problem”, her hips betrayed her by unconsciously squeezing and pushing into his hips. They both gasped, then with effort she released his body from hers. “Don’t come out until I tell you!” she said shakily.
His eyes nearly popped from his head as he processed what Mabel was talking about. “Oh fuck!” Dipper cried as he leapt to his feet and awkwardly ran to the washroom, slamming the door behind him.
Less than ten minutes later, still in their robes, a much more relaxed pair of twins were back together on Dipper’s bed, Mabel comfortably laying on top of her brother and looking down, while they both dreamily caressed each other’s hair and faces.
Dipper gazed at his sister in wonder. She was everything to him! Partner in mischief. Mystery Twin. Best friend. Soul mate. Love of my life.
Mabel stared smiling tiredly at her brother. She loved every bit of him. She didn’t think she could be happier, and she adored making him happy, too. Best brother ever!
“I love you so much!” they said together, then smiled knowingly. “Twins!” they chimed in unison. They laughed softly, resting their foreheads together.
Mabel thought she was getting heavy on Dipper, so she slid off and they curled up together on their sides, stroking each other slowly and kissing deeply and lovingly. She tried to stifle a yawn, but when Dipper also yawned, hers emerged as well.
“You tired, too?” she asked, gently wiping hair from his face.
“Yeah. It’s been a long day,” Dipper replied quietly. “We should get changed and wash up before we go to sleep.”
Mabel flopped over and spooned in to Dipper, pulling his arm around her. “Just a few more minutes of snuggling. Everyone needs snuggle time on their birthday. It’s a new birthday rule I’ve just decided on.” Mabel’s voice was a dreamy sing-song.
“Technically, it’s not our birthday anymore, goofball,” Dipper said, nuzzling the back of Mabel’s neck, intertwining his legs into hers, and linking his arms around her stomach. “It’s Sunday,” he said drowsily.
“Shut up, nerd,” replied Mabel smiling, her eyes closed.
The phone between the beds was ringing.
Dipper dragged himself out from sleep to find himself and Mabel sprawled on his bed. They had fallen asleep without getting under a sheet, and had stayed huddled together. He scrambled over Mabel to get to the phone, producing a muffled complaint from her as he fumbled with the handset. “Hello?” he answered blearily, his voice cracked and hoarse.
“Whoa! Dude! Did I wake you up?” came Soos’ unmistakable voice at the other end of the line.
“Yeah, Soos … Why are you …” Dipper’s eyes finally focused on the clock beside the phone. 11:50. Check out time was Noon!
“Oh, crap!” he exclaimed. “We slept in! Mabel!!” he called. Mabel heard the urgency in Dipper’s voice and forced her head up in confusion. “Where are you, Soos?” Dipper asked hurriedly.
Soos was happy as usual, but concerned about the kids getting in trouble. “Downstairs, in the lobby. Nice place you’re stayin’ in! Ya know, Dude, I can come up and help you get your stuff ready …”
“No!” Dipper shouted into the phone, in a panic as he looked at himself and his sister, obviously wearing nothing but bathrobes. Mabel was awake now, and looked at him in confusion. He lowered his voice somewhat. “No, it’s okay, Soos, don’t come up,” he emphasized so Mabel would understand. “We’ll be down as fast as we can!” and he slammed down the phone.
“We’ve got 10 minutes, Mabel!” Dipper cried.
It was pandemonium. Mabel screeched and leapt to the bathroom to quickly try to wash up. Dipper grabbed the soaked, soggy clothes from the bathroom and the floor and stuffed them in one of their suitcases. Into the other suitcase, they tossed everything else. They managed to find clean clothes and put them on, but as they were on the way out the door, they both thought they knew exactly what they looked like: two guilty teenagers who’d just done more than they should have together.
Thankfully, they had the elevator to themselves. They had only a few precious moments before its doors would open downstairs. “Mabel?” Dipper asked, “Are we okay?”
Mabel looked surprised. “Of course we are! Why wouldn’t we be!” as she ran her finger over his nose and lips. Her ability to be positive about her life never ceased to amaze Dipper.
“Well, we can’t let on to Soos about … you know … this!”
“I know,” she said confidently, “It’s going to be hard, but we’ll manage.”
The elevator was starting to decelerate for its stop at the ground floor. Dipper leaned forward, and they quickly kissed, breaking apart just as the doors were opening. Soos saw them and waved from across the lobby. The twins headed toward him and the desk for checkout.
“I love you,” said Mabel quietly as they walked, glancing at her brother.
Dipper smiled self-consciously. “I love you, too,” he replied equally quietly, glancing back at his sister.
The ride in Soos’ truck on the way back to Gravity Falls was awkward. For four hours, the twins had to tell a story as if they had a great time (which they did), without hinting at what they couldn’t let Soos know about. They also had to keep from touching each other or gazing at each other in ways that they hadn’t done before. They didn’t know if they succeeded in fooling Soos or not: they had found out last summer that he was far more insightful than he led on, or sometimes even realized himself. Regardless, he seemed to just be glad to have his little dudes back again.
When they arrived at the Mystery Shack late in the afternoon, Grunkle Stan was busy with a group of tourists. He made eye contact with the twins, but that was it. Thankfully, he didn’t stop to talk to them: if he had gotten a better look at them he may have been suspicious.
Mabel took a shower first and changed into clean clothes again. Dipper waited for her to finish with his own change of clothes. As Mabel was leaving the bathroom, they stopped for a quiet kiss. It was almost a disaster, as Stan had come in from outside to go to his office. They separated barely in time before he came around the corner.
After almost getting caught, both forced themselves to act normal for the remainder of the day. It was agony. All they wanted was to be able to do what young people in love do, and they knew they couldn’t.
Finally that evening after supper, they told Stan they were going to bed. Just as Mabel finished closing the door to their attic room, Dipper grabbed her. Their kiss was passionate, and full of pent-up longing.
Mabel was the first to speak. “I didn’t think it would be this hard!” she whined, holding Dipper’s face.
Dipper agreed. “I’d almost rather we not have to live together, then we wouldn’t have to see each other all the time!” Mabel looked at him with fake anger. “Almost rather, I said!” Dipper repeated with a smirk, glad Mabel had lightened the mood.
“Good!” she said sensually, gently running her fingers into the hair on the back of Dipper’s head. “Because if we didn’t live together, we wouldn’t be able to do this right now!” With that, Mabel pulled his face to hers, and the twins lovingly melted into each other’s arms.
Over the next several days (their last week of the summer), Dipper and Mabel found every excuse to find a place alone. A picnic in the woods one day. Exploring caves the next. A swim at a remote pond another day. Each time, they would arrive back much happier, but somewhat more stressed than when they left.
Then each night before going to bed, the twins would again sweetly bask together in the wonders of young love. They were comfortable knowing that they didn’t have to push their relationship further into a more sexual direction. There would be plenty of time for that, when they both felt they were ready. The delicious torture of anticipation only made their time together that much more intense.
Fistbump Redux - Chapter 5 - Benefits to Being a Shopping Buddy
Mabel drags her brother around on a shopping trip. It’s not all bad for Dipper.
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(Audiobook MP3 of Chapter 5)
The twins left the museum shortly after, and took the MAX streetcar train back towards downtown Portland. After a quick transfer, they were crossing the bridge back across the river, heading toward an afternoon of shopping at the mall.
Dipper was grateful that Mabel had respected his desire to not discuss the “incident.” He nudged her leg with his knee. “Hey,” he said with a small smile, “I am sorry for freaking out back there. I guess … that was as uncomfortable for you as it was for me.”
“Yeah,” Mabel replied, thankful Dipper had broken the ice. “It was pretty intense.”
“But I’m done with that,” Dipper continued, smiling bravely. “This is our day together, and I want to have a good time, and not be a stick in the mud.” Dipper looked at Mabel’s face for agreement. “Are … we okay?”
Mabel paused for several moments, seemingly for dramatic effect. Finally, she answered his question. “That depends,” Mabel replied craftily. “How good of a shopping buddy are you going to be for me?”
Dipper sighed, but knew he owed her one. “I will do anything a “shopping buddy” needs to do,” he promised.
Being a shopping buddy sucked.
For Dipper, the first part of the visit to the mall was fine. He and Mabel sat at the food court and ate lunch, reminiscing on the previous summer’s adventures. They stopped by the Apple store and browsed in the Game Stop for a while.
But they found that this was a fairly upmarket mall, with stores that tended toward the high end. As much as Mabel liked to admire the “shiny” things in life, she knew she couldn’t afford most of the clothes and jewelry they were seeing, and they really didn’t suit her well anyways.
So Mabel dragged Dipper around downtown. She found smaller, funkier stores, where she could find stuff that were more to her offbeat tastes, and her more modest means. Not ignoring her brother, she made sure that he found a nice sport jacket and tie, which she knew would go perfectly with his shirt and pants back in the hotel room. But the majority of Dipper’s time was spent waiting on Mabel to look around in a store, try a thing or two on, be forced to offer his opinion on how it looked (and then have the opinion ignored), then on to the next store. The only thing that kept him from losing it on Mabel was his promise to her that he had made on the streetcar.
It was getting late in the afternoon, and they were headed back to the hotel, when Mabel saw one more store she had to visit. It was advertising an end-of-summer sale, and she told Dipper that since fall weather in the Bay area could be as warm as summer in Oregon, she couldn’t resist. Dipper grudgingly followed, under the weight of Mabel’s bags.
While Dipper was looking for a place to unload the bags on the floor and rest his arms, Mabel looked at the “summery” clothes. The shirts and blouses all had such low necklines, and the shorts and skirts looked like they showed a lot more leg than she was used to. She found some of the more suitable pieces she could, and told Dipper to camp out near the changeroom.
Mabel strutted around in front of the large mirror with some of the outfits she had chosen. The girl who looked back at her from the reflection appeared far more mature and urban, and even Dipper offered that she looked good. Mabel grinned, and found a pair of high-heels to compliment the clothes. She was a bit unsteady on the stilettos, but when she got the strut down, the shoes certainly added to the look. Heading back into the dressing room, she told Dipper she was almost done.
Yawning broadly, Dipper was examining his phone. It was getting late, they’d have to hurry along if they were going to have time to change at the hotel and get to the restaurant in time for their reservation. He heard the dressing room door open, and was putting the phone in his pocket as he looked up.
He was sure that it was not possible for his heart to stop, but it certainly felt that way.
Mabel was still wearing the high heels. She just wasn’t wearing much of anything else. She had put on a criminally small black bikini, which stood out in stark contrast to her fair skin. The fabric triangles were barely large enough to cover much of even Mabel’s small endowments. The strings that connected them were tiny, with knots that invited untying. The strings that held the bottoms were tantalizingly low on her maturing hips. The high heel shoes forced her into a pose that thrust out her breasts more impressively than she had thought possible.
She had a strange mixture of determined mirth and terror on her face as she took two steps out of the changeroom. She turned, showing Dipper how her long brown hair hung impressively down her nearly naked back. Below that was, well, virtually nothing. The back of the bikini’s bottoms were merely strings, which served to draw attention to Mabel’s firm butt. Nothing was left to the imagination.
Looking back at her immobile brother, Mabel chirped, “Okay, I think I’m done now!” Then she strode back into the changeroom. Or tried to, as she stumbled over her high-heels on her first step and crashed into the small room. “I’m okay!” she cried out helpfully, and clumsily slammed the door.
Dipper’s heart eventually restarted, though his mouth was still agape. Holy shit! That was the only words he could think. The rest of his mind was trying to fathom the wondrous images relayed by his eyes. It was true that he had never in the flesh laid eyes on any girl so close to completely nude in his life. But it wasn’t just her face, skin, and her figure: it was more. It was the attitude, the seductive poses. It was the tiniest mystery of what was still hidden under the bikini. He was hard pressed to imagine anyone could have looked more desirable to him. She was stunning, his very definition of sexy! Everything about her had screamed out to him to ravage her, to forget any pretense of discomfort, any issue of embarrassment or moral questioning.
But he couldn’t forget. Oh, he was very pleased with the display, and amazed that his sister had done this in front of him. But Dipper was at least aware of just what part of his body was sending signals to his brain. These were feelings of lust, and he knew it. That was fine for dirty pictures or porno movies. Someday, when he was older, he wondered if he may be okay with lust for a casual girlfriend. What was the term, a “fuck buddy”? Maybe someday. But this? No, he knew that would be very wrong to act on. Not at his age, certainly not with Mabel! He was simply incapable of debasing himself like that. Dipper’s moral compass easily overcame any urges that his hormones could possibly put forward. He would not be a slave to his penis.
Besides, it was a moot point anyway. Mabel would certainly not be interested in letting him touch her that way! And he cared about her far too much to do that to her!
So Dipper was left with wondering what was up with Mabel, and why she had put on this exhibition. He was thankful that the show had been brief, and that he’d had time to settle down a bit, such that he was now only half-hard. She emerged from the dressing room, carrying several of the clothes she had tried on, plus one pair of high heel shoes and two tiny black garments. Smiling sincerely at Dipper, she breezed by him and headed for the cashier at the front of the store.
“Wait, what was that all about, Mabel?” Dipper asked quietly as he walked after her.
Mabel stopped and turned. With a playful expression and genuine smile, she replied in an exaggerated tone, “Oh Dipper! I don’t want to have this conversation! Please, please can we drop this, at least for now?” She was mocking his words from earlier, but in a way so he knew there was no actual animosity. Mabel was in one of her silly moods, and she was telling Dipper he would just have to wait for an explanation.
“Don’t forget to bring all our shopping bags!” she said brightly, resuming her route to the cashier.
The short walk back to the hotel yielded no explanations to Dipper for Mabel’s sudden odd modelling choice. In their room, Mabel sweetly told Dipper that she would tell him everything soon, and that he should be in no hurry. They changed into their semi-formal attire, and Mabel pronounced them a very smart looking couple, indeed!
On their walk to the steakhouse, Mabel cheekily took Dipper’s hand, making no pretense of subtlety like she had that morning at the museum. As they walked, Mabel was prancing and swinging their joined hands higher and higher, all the while commenting on the beautiful weather between humming upbeat pop music. She was hamming up her performance tremendously, and Dipper had found himself more and more amused by her antics, in spite of his curiosity.
Mabel was very pleased with herself. Her off-the-cuff plan was working out perfectly.
The plan had taken just a few seconds to hatch, back on the streetcar from the museum. Dipper had just been apologizing for flipping out over his woody, saying he just wanted to have a good day and move on. Mabel still wanted to tell him that she liked it that he had been aroused by her, but knew that the subject was delicate for him, and bringing it up again now would make him really uncomfortable, maybe even angry with her. There had to be another way to show him.
Then the idea materialized. She would show him! Dipper obviously was turned on by her body, so she would make sure he got a real eyeful! Then he would have to know that she was okay with being sensual towards her brother, and that his erection had been not only forgiven, but welcomed! Then they’d be able to have a meaningful conversation, where she would try to bring up how she felt about him, that she loved him as much more than her brother. She knew that now, even more convinced of it than she was that morning in the shower. She wanted to touch him, hold him, love him: to be in a real relationship with him. Forever and ever.
But back to her plan. How could she arrange to have Dipper see a lot “more” of her than he was used to? And wouldn’t he call her on it when it happened? To be sure, she wanted to have that conversation, but it had to be done carefully. Maybe somewhere a bit public, so she would be sure that Dipper wouldn’t freak out and he’d have to listen to her. She remembered their dinner reservation before the show coming up that evening. The perfect place for their heart-to-heart! So Mabel’s grand reveal had to be just before that. The hotel room, just before leaving for the restaurant? Just get naked in the bathroom and walk out? No, that would be too much, Dipper would probably have a fit. Again, she needed a more public setting. How would she manage that? Well, duh, we’re on their way to go shopping right now, how about a skimpy bathing suit? Perfect! She informed her brother that he would be her “shopping buddy” for the day, to make sure he stayed close as she found the right moment.
Mabel got lucky, as she was not finding many bathing suits in the stores (given it was late in the summer) when she spotted the store with the end-of-summer sale. Her attention focused on the black bikini almost instantly, but she also saw the other clothes that she actually wanted to try on, so she couldn’t waste the opportunity. Besides, Dipper might see her pick up the swimsuit, and she wanted it to be as unexpected as possible. The high heels were a last-second addition to her plan. She waited until Dipper was engrossed with his phone before plucking the bikini (two different sizes, just in case) off the rack on her way back to the dressing room for the big change.
There was nervousness as Mabel put on the bikini. Oh my God, she thought, it’s even smaller than I thought! There was very little coverage of even her breasts. The bottoms only stayed up with the assistance of magic, apparently: how else to explain that they just didn’t fall down over her hips? And the back! The bottoms didn’t cover her butt at all, just a string down her crack. How do they get away with making things like this? But she steeled her nerves, hoping beyond hope that this would work, and forced herself to open the door. Dipper’s reaction was priceless to behold, and it helped her to step out and show herself off to him. His wide-eyed and open-mouthed expression of shock told her that the effect was perfect, and her apprehension disappeared. She turned and struck a pose she hoped showed off her behind. Seeing where his eyes were focused on, she knew that she had succeeded. Mabel was delighted, and even losing her balance on her high heels didn’t dampen her spirits.
Mabel was pumped. Dipper held his tongue on why she did it, as she asked him to. As they approached the door to the restaurant, she was still sashaying around with anticipation. She would get him to admit his desire, and she would spill her soul to him. The plan was working out exactly as she wanted. How often does that happen?
Fistbump Redux - Chapter 4 - She Blinded Me With Science!
Dipper witnesses the best science demonstration ever!
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(Audiobook MP3 of Chapter 4)
The science museum was located on the other side of the Willamette River, about twenty minutes from the hotel for a pedestrian. They had planned to walk, but because they were late leaving, they decided to dig a little further into their savings and take a cab. They arrived in time to be in the first group of people through the gate as it was opened.
Dipper was in heaven. He knew they had only a few hours, so he raced through to absorb as much as he could. Mabel wasn’t quite as interested in the exhibits, but she wanted Dipper to be happy so she tried her best to keep up with his insatiable curiosity for knowledge.
Mid-way through, Mabel got infatuated with a big Rube Goldberg-like machine with rolling and bouncing balls, ramps and levers going all different directions, and lights and gongs going off to mark each event. She was so enamoured that she didn’t pay attention to Dipper calling her that they needed to move on. Dipper sighed, figuring the contraption would keep Mabel’s attention for days if he didn’t take action, and so he grabbed her hand to drag her away. Mabel was used to casual touch from her brother, but after her realization that morning, the simple act of holding Dipper’s hand sent a little jolt of excitement through her.
After that, Mabel made sure that she “held up” her brother three more times, so that he might need to come take her hand again to keep her going. Each time, she made sure to keep holding his hand a bit longer than necessary, finally adding a squeeze the final time. She couldn’t help but try to signal Dipper that she liked having him holding her hand.
Dipper noticed after the third time he had to pull her along that Mabel was being “touchy feely”, more so than usual, and that she had to be faking these bouts of distraction. What was going on in her head, though, was a mystery. What is she playing at, he wondered?
As Dipper prepared to head across the central gathering space to the Turbine Hall, the only exhibit area they had not been to, he looked back and saw Mabel apparently beguiled by a display detailing the production of renewable energy, of all things. Seriously? She expects me to believe that this isn’t a game of some kind? Knowing it somehow involved him guiding her around, he warily grabbed her hand again and pulled her with him, if for no other reason he wanted to get the joke over with sooner than later. He started weaving through the ever-growing crowd of patrons, Mabel needing to follow behind while still grasping her brother’s hand.
Then Dipper had a sudden sinking feeling that Mabel’s clinginess had to be related to the “shower incident” that morning. Maybe all that noise she made was just an elaborate act he was supposed to overhear. Oh God, he thought. He was now instantly certain that she knew exactly what he did when he went in the bathroom after she got out! She was preparing to laugh it up at him when they were in public, where he couldn’t run and hide!
Right on cue, he felt Mabel squeeze his hand, right in the center of the main hall. With supreme trepidation, Dipper stopped and turned his head to Mabel, expecting to see her watching him with smugness, with some over-exaggerated innuendo thrown in for good measure.
What he saw was a small, shy smile on a face that was tilted down only slightly, and wide eyes looking back at him with sincerity. It was an expression of … affection?
That was, to put it mildly, not at all what Dipper expected. Unprepared to respond with any kind of smoothness, he glanced down to where his and Mabel’s hands were joined, then looked back to Mabel’s face, forced a lame toothy grin and a fake chuckle, squeezed Mabel’s hand back for a split second, and then “dead fished” his hand so that Mabel would take the hint and please pretty please could she just let go of his hand so that this whole painfully awkward scene can just end?
Mabel let go and instinctively glanced away. She feared she had made a big mistake. She had just freaked out her brother, and now he was scared. Stupid, stupid! She had to focus on being more like a “normal” sister, because she was close to ruining their birthday, and maybe more than just that!
Dipper watched Mabel’s face fall. She tried to cover it, but it was there. He knew he’d hurt her, but he didn’t really know what had just happened.
What better way to handle an uncomfortable situation than to clumsily change the subject? “Let’s head to the last hall,” Dipper blurted, gesturing toward the final exhibit space. Mabel shrugged in agreement.
Dipper immediately spotted the perfect way to distract them from their mutual discomfort. He pointed toward a large metal machine that looked like an oversized old-fashioned joystick. “That’s a Van de Graff generator,” he told Mabel excitedly. “Come on! You’ll love this!” Mildly curious but thankful for the change in subject, she followed close behind Dipper.
Mabel saw that this was one of those things where you put your hand on the machine and it makes your hair stand on end. “Oooohh, yeah, I always wanted to try one of these out!” she exclaimed, excited despite herself. Her long hair was perfect for this. She took out her head band and hair ties, and shook her thick mane loose. Dipper laughed at the way she got a bunch stuck in her mouth. “Get out your phone and make sure you get a picture,” Mabel said. “Then I’ll take yours while you do it!”
As they waited in the short line, they watched others try the machine, listening to the exhibit operator explain what static electricity was, and how it causes sparks when you walk on carpet and touch a doorknob. When it was Mabel’s turn, the operator addressed her. “Wow, that is an awesome sweater. Just be careful, though, with all that wool you’re wearing, the static charge is going to be extra strong, and you might still get a shock when you step down.”
“That’s no problem, I’m wearing a shirt underneath. Here!” she yelled to Dipper, whipping the sweater off and throwing it to him in one quick motion. “Let’s do this!” she said, almost squealing. She was going to look so poofy!
The machine turned on and Mabel’s hair began to stand up, but it was all very long and quite thick, so the effect was uneven. Another staff member suggested she shake her head a bit to loosen the hairs from one another. Dipper laughed hard as Mabel whipped her head around like a heavy metal singer, but it worked perfectly. “Quick, take the picture!” she called out to Dipper, as her hair splayed out in an outstanding fashion.
Dipper held the phone in front of him and zoomed in to frame the shot better. This was when he noticed something about Mabel’s state other than her hair. Knowing how static electricity worked, he realized that Mabel yanking her sweater off had generated a charge in her t-shirt. This charge was obviously opposite to the charge that had now formed in her body due to the generator. It was obvious because her already-snug shirt was now clinging tightly to even the smallest curve of her torso.
A torso that Mabel, as was normal for her, had not covered with anything other than the shirt.
Dipper’s mouth involuntarily dropped open as he stared dumbly at the phone’s screen in front of him. Mabel’s breasts were pert, handful-sized, and had small but beautifully prominent nipples. The twins hadn’t gone swimming together since the previous summer, and with the way Mabel dressed during the day and for bed, Dipper had never seen even a hint of his sister’s developing figure. He was rocked as he saw that Mabel’s breasts were …. perfect! In a split second he took in the rest of her, seemingly for the first time. By God, her body is beautiful!
“What’s wrong? Is the phone okay?” called out Mabel. She could see Dipper’s confused look and noticed he hadn’t indicated that he had taken a picture yet. She had been standing motionless, hand still pressed to the generator, for several seconds now.
That snapped Dipper out of his paralysis. “No, it’s okay!” he called back, trying to zoom in closer to frame her in a “head and shoulders” shot, but the phone’s camera would not zoom close enough. He only ended up taking a picture that showed off Mabel’s chest even more than before.
“Got it? Good! Your turn!” Mabel chirped, waiting for permission to remove her hand to be given by the (now smirking all creepy-like) operator. She snatched the phone from Dipper and pushed him towards the dias.
Dipper shuffled up to the generator, taking off his cap and holding it in his hand in a strange awkward stance. The operator asked him to drop the cap by his feet. Mabel thought he looked scared of being electrocuted, of all the silly things. He actually looked kind of flushed. His hair was thick and wavy, and as he was getting the static electricity treatment, Mabel thought he looked like an adorable Pomeranian puppy, what with his hair all big and fuzzy. And it was fun seeing the birthmark on his forehead again: Dipper was very adept at keeping it hidden from view at all times. She had to coax him to look to the camera, then she quickly snapped several shots. Dipper disengaged himself, retrieved his cap, then tried to snatch the phone back from Mabel as soon as he reached her.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked, concerned that Dipper just got all weird on her again. She held the phone away, backing up as Dipper tried to get it from her again.
“Nothing, I just want to make sure you don’t drop it, or something!” Dipper mumbled back, advancing forward while Mabel retreated.
“Well, wait a second, I want to see how the pictures turned out!” she responded in a huff. Turning her back and holding the phone tight to her body so Dipper couldn’t touch it, she looked down in the direction of the phone, preparing to bring up the camera roll. That was when she finally noticed for herself the effect that the static electricity had made on her t-shirt. It continued to hug tight to her skin, and as she looked down on herself it was painfully obvious that she was not wearing a bra over her embarrassingly small breasts.
Subtlety was not a strong point for Mabel. “AAHHHH!!” she cried loudly, drawing the gaze of everyone nearby as she swiftly reached for her sweater and pulled it back on, still clutching the phone. “Where’s that picture you took?” she said frantically, stabbing at the phone’s screen. “I’ve got to delete that!”
“No no no!” interjected Dipper, again reaching to stop Mabel from using the phone. “You can’t! I only took one shot. You know … with the hair and everything?”
“But could you see all … this?” she whispered urgently as she waved helplessly at her chest.
“I don’t know … ”Dipper replied, pausing for an extra beat or two. “Maybe?” he added meekly.
Mabel was mortified. “Dipper!” she rasped.
“Alright, alright, let’s just go find a bench and sit and we’ll see if I can fix it. Okay?” Dipper said nervously.
Mabel reluctantly agreed and they found a seat on a wall, then grudgingly handed over the phone to Dipper. He brought up the photos in the phone’s memory, quickly sweeping past the shots of himself with the generator and stopping at the picture of Mabel. It was a good shot, and Mabel’s hair was captured spectacularly. Dipper thought Mabel’s breasts were even more spectacular, an opinion he noted that she obviously did not share.
“Ack!” she blurted. “Dipper, please delete that picture! That looks terrible!”
“No it doesn’t!” Dipper replied quickly. Mabel gaped at Dipper. “I mean … I can crop the picture later! The shot of the hair is great! I can make it so that it only shows you from the shoulders up, if you need me to.”
“Yes, I need you to!” snapped back Mabel. Then, a bit quieter, she said, “Fine. Don’t delete it. But please fix it, okay?”
“Okay, okay. I can do that, it’s no problem,” Dipper said, words spilling out. “Head and shoulders only. And the hair. It really is a good photo. The detail shows up great. I really like them a lot. It!!” he corrected quickly, eyes wide. “I like it! The photo! I like the photo a lot! And … them, your … your … hairs! Yes, your hairs! I like them a lot, too!”
Mabel regarded Dipper carefully. “My ‘hairs’? You like my ‘hairs’?”
“Yes, your hairs!” Dipper repeated with attempted bravado. “Yes, I do!” Mabel heard the crack in his voice as he replied.
Mabel let Dipper off after that, and his attention went back to the phone. His Freudian slip had not been missed. Dipper likes my breasts! No, he said he likes them a lot! Just a few hours ago she wondered if she was isolated or sick, perhaps the only one who was demented enough to feel attraction or love for a sibling. Now she knew that if nothing else, Dipper liked her body, specifically her boobs! She felt a knot of excitement low in her abdomen at the thought.
She glanced over at Dipper again, and saw that he was deleting the pictures of himself that she took of him!
“Hey, what are you doing?” Mabel cried.
“Nothing!” Dipper cried back.
“It’s not nothing! You’re getting rid of the pictures I took of you! Why are you doing that?” she demanded loudly.
Dipper panicked. He could think of no answer, not even a plausible lie, that he could give Mabel for why he needed to delete those pictures. The only answer that would come to his mind was the truth, and he couldn’t tell her that! For all his cleverness, for all the knowledge he had in his brain, he was utterly unable to determine a way out of being caught. With a few more years’ maturity, he might have been able to man up to Mabel, and take her challenge stoically. But at fourteen, his emotional tools were not up to par. Dipper lost control, and in horror realized he was starting to cry.
Mabel’s anger instantly turned to concern. “What’s wrong, Dipper?” she asked him sincerely, putting her hand on his shoulder. At the touch of her hand, Dipper only started sobbing harder.
She was so confused, what had happened so quickly? She looked down to Dipper’s lap and the phone he held, still showing the last of the photos in the camera roll of Dipper that Mabel had taken. Besides his hair standing on end, Dipper in the photo looked so stressed out about something. Then she noticed it: the front of Dipper’s shorts was tented out, almost comically so. Without thinking, she moved her glance from the phone to Dipper’s crotch. There it was, visible even though he was seated, even though he was now crying even harder. Dipper had a very prominent erection. And Mabel correctly guessed that her breasts were the cause of it.
In a strange way, it made Mabel feel good! To know that Dipper could at least see her as attractive, even erotic, meant that her own feelings for Dipper weren’t so abnormal.
Mabel wanted to say something, because Dipper needed to know that she understood. Really, she did understand! But she set aside that for the time being. First, she had to help him pull himself together: he was crying because he didn’t want to tell her what she had now already seen for herself. Once that bridge was crossed, as awkward as that would be, she would be able to try to tell him at least some of her own feelings, and that would make things better. Right? She just had to lighten the mood at bit, that’s all.
“Dipper, it’s okay. Look … you don’t have to say anything. I think I know what’s wrong,” Mabel said gently. “I can see the … “size” of the problem,” she added with a bit of a smile.
Dipper didn’t see the humor. He pushed his legs tightly together and turned half away. His face turned a deeper shade of red, and he groaned pitifully. But his breathing started to even out.
“And, you know … things like this happen, am I right?” Mabel continued helpfully. “I mean … we’re growing up, and … you know … hormones and stuff?” Mabel was getting more animated. “Things getting all … sweatier … even then before?” Dipper was enduring her “pep talk” as best as he could.
“And besides, it’s not like you’re not like every other boy out there! C’mon, I’ll bet it happens all the time, doesn’t it?” Mabel's growing enthusiasm to helping Dipper was making her forget the concept of “tact”. She wasn’t any better at tact then subtlety. “You’re probably just laying around, or sitting in class, minding your own business, and then “Hello!!” right!?” adding in a twist of her hips for effect.
“Oh, God!” exploded Dipper, leaping to his feet and pressing the heels of his hands to his forehead. “Just stop! I do not want to have this conversation with you, Mabel!” He looked around and he saw a lot of people watching him. Taking a deep breath, he sat back down. His face was red and wet, but he could control himself. He continued quietly. “Okay, so now you know … I just …” He couldn’t explain himself, so instead he went into apology mode. “Mabel I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! That should not have happened to me. It won’t happen again, I swear!” Mabel tried to interject, but Dipper cut her off. “No, please, just please! I just want to forget this happened! Can’t we just forget it and just go on with our birthday?”
“But Dipper …” Mabel urgently wanted to tell him that she didn’t think this was as nearly as horrible as he thought it was.
“Please?!” pleaded Dipper desperately, thinking this couldn’t get more horrible for Mabel, wanting to protect her from his depravity. “For me? Please, just please drop this, at least for now! Okay?”
Wordlessly, Mabel nodded her head. While temporary relief poured over Dipper, Mabel felt her heart squeeze painfully in her chest.
Fistbump Redux - Chapter 3 - The Best Part of Waking Up ...
Interesting things happen when Dipper and Mabel wake on the morning of their birthday.
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(Audiobook MP3 of Chapter 3)
The alarm sounded, and Dipper woke up quickly. As usual, Mabel took much longer to rouse, so as usual Dipper left the alarm going and started getting up. Mabel groggily tossed her pillows in the direction of the end table, to no avail.
“Come on, Mabes,” called Dipper. “We need to get going. Up and at ‘em!” while he tossed one of Mabel’s pillows back at her head.
“Hey!” complained Mabel’s muffled voice, her head buried face-down on the mattress. She half-raised her head and didn’t appear to process where she was. Not seeming to care regardless, her face fell back to the bed.
“C’mon, Mabel,” Dipper said, more gently this time. He sat down on Mabel’s bed beside her. Not so much as a twitch came from her. He grinned slowly, as he knew what to do to get her up.
Trying to keep a tune as best as his still-cracking adolescent voice allowed, he started in. “Happy Birth-day to uuussss…” he sang quietly, then paused. A smile crept across Mabel’s face.
“Happy Birth-day to uuusssssss…” This time, Mabel managed to match Dipper’s rising volume, pushing herself up with one arm while she struggled to clear the sleep from her eyes and hair out of her face with her other hand.
“Happy BIRTH-day dear MabelandDipperrrrrrrr” (or “DipperandMabelllllllllll”, depending on which of the now-loud voices you were listening to) as Mabel sat up gamely, then pushed herself up to her knees. Dipper rose off the bed and stood, and they moved to the final line.
“HAAAAAPPY BIRTH DAY TO UUUUUUUUSSSSSSSS!!!!!!” they bellowed together, Mabel now standing tall on the bed, and Dipper jumping up to join her. Then they fell down to the bed in a fit of childish laughter. They had thought themselves very clever when they created their own birthday song when they turned four years old. Now ten years later, they still loved the tradition of singing it together. For the last several years, the introverted Dipper had always felt self-conscious letting anyone but Mabel hear him sing, so here in the hotel room was the perfect place to be free.
Mabel was delighted to see Dipper be able to let out his silly side, and decided to pounce on him. They hadn’t play-wrestled in a long time, but Mabel still held the advantage of being far less ticklish than Dipper. It had never taken Mabel long to force Dipper into a squirming mass of total defeat, and this turned out to be no exception. After she accepted his surrender, she affectionately punched his arm.
“Thanks, little bro,” Mabel teased, rubbing in how she was born five minutes before Dipper, and thus was his older sister. “I’m up now!”
“So is this whole floor in the hotel, probably,” Dipper added, trying to regain his breath. He was still in a fetal position, looking like he was expecting another tickle attack shortly. “I think we’d better get out of here quick before we get complaints.”
“Ah, stop ackin’ all cray cray!” Mabel replied happily. “It’s our birthday! We’re allowed to be nuts! Actually, I was wrong a second ago. Keep ackin’ all cray cray!” she laughed, as she launched herself off the bed towards the bathroom.
“Hey, I always go first!” called Dipper, lifting his head from the bed.
“Snooze you lose, pal!” Mabel retorted, then quickly closed and locked the bathroom door before Dipper could even get off the bed.
Dipper had a problem. A “hard” problem. His problem was the degree to which he was wound up, and that degree was a high number.
Mabel had no idea what that tickling match had done to Dipper. Having a girl, even one’s sister, grab a boy all over his body, then drape her body over him to hold him down while she digs her fingers into his ribs and stomach, is a sure-fire recipe for a hard-on. Dipper hadn’t gotten up after his surrender not because he was tired out: he simply didn’t want Mabel to see his erection.
Mornings were problematic for Dipper, and his attempts to tame his occasionally unruly organ. He would always wake with a partial to full-blown erection, but it also usually calmed down shortly afterwards so he could avoid having anyone, particularly Mabel, see it. But if it didn’t go down, he had found that the one way to make it go down was to force a bladder full of urine through it. This is a somewhat long, actually painful process for the male of the species, and just getting things going can require patience and supreme effort, but the end result is certain anatomy will be relaxed and soft.
Of course, he knew the other way to make it go down, and that was, well, “finish the job”. But that took time and concentration, and certainly it took some privacy.
Dipper found himself with no way to perform either action. The door to the only toilet available to pee into was now locked with his sister inside, and he couldn’t exactly just start tugging himself when she might come out of the bathroom at any time.
He had no choice but to tough it out until she came out of the bathroom. He sighed and tried to think un-sexy thoughts.
Inside the bathroom, Mabel had stripped to step into the shower, but paused to appraise herself in the mirror. She had a healthy body, and a healthy body image. She knew she didn’t have to look like a supermodel to be pretty, and she was happy with what she saw.
Mostly happy. She did wish that her body would hurry up and grow some breasts, for pete’s sake! Mabel wasn’t flat as a board, but she was far from “endowed”. The one minor advantage of having small breasts is that they don’t really require a bra to support them, and Mabel rarely wore one. Of course, a bra can help hide nipples from peeking through a thin fabric top, and Mabel’s solution to that was easy: she just continued her long-standing tradition of wearing big and baggy sweaters over a tight t-shirt. What had been a goofy fashion statement as a tween, had become a practical solution geared for comfort and modesty. Oh, and still a goofy fashion statement, that was a plus!
Still, she was glad to not be too hung up on her appearance. After fourteen years, she thought to herself, I’m doing just fine. Some boy will appreciate me very well, thank you very much!
Some boy.
Wait, what boy? she thought to herself. Who’s going to appreciate me? Well, my boyfriend! Then who’s going to be my boyfriend? Who do I want to be my boyfriend? Mabel was genuinely confused, and she had to pause to consider this.
It dawned on Mabel that she had no prospects for her next boyfriend. And wait a minute, when was the last time there had been a prospect? Why had she not noticed that she hadn’t had a prospect in, how long had it been, anyways? She always had prospects!
She had been boy-crazy for years, long before boys her age would ever consider wanting to be a boyfriend to anyone. A romantic at heart, and impulsive, she vividly remembered being infatuated with endless numbers of boys, and had instantly “fallen in love” over a half-dozen times the last summer alone. Mabel sure remembered that it had been easy, maybe too easy, for that twelve-year-old to just slobber over a new target of her affections. She was now fourteen, and she realized that she didn’t do that any longer. When had that stopped? It seemed to her it might have been late last summer, or perhaps the beginning of the school year. She couldn’t picture a single boy at her school in Piedmont that caused her heart to lunge the way seemingly countless boys used to be able to do.
But it’s not because I don’t want a boyfriend, she thought. I’m almost desperate to have a boyfriend. I just want the right boyfriend. Yet I apparently have no candidates, where as a pre-teen I targeted them left, right, and center! WTF? This is too weird!
She wracked her brain, trying to come up with some reason for this change. Her thoughts were interrupted by Dipper’s knock on the bathroom door.
“Mabel? Are you getting ready or not? I need to get in there!” Dipper sounded like he was in a bit of pain. He probably needed to pee.
“I’m just getting in the shower. Can you hold it for a bit?” Mabel replied through the door. Dipper groaned in response. “Thanks, Dip!” Mabel called, as she stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain.
After getting the water to the right temperature, Mabel relaxed under the feel of the flowing water over her body. It felt wonderful, as there was much higher water pressure here than at the Mystery Shack. The soothing force of the water on her back and neck relaxed her, and she unconsciously reached for her breasts. She almost jumped, they were so sensitive. Now she remembered how horny she was the previous night, and how she wasn’t able to relieve the stress.
Mabel’s left hand remained on her left breast, while she slid her right hand further down, over and past her stomach. She lightly caressed herself. She had discovered masturbation on her own late last year, and for a short while she thought there was something wrong with her. And even though she now knew that it was completely normal, she still felt odd about it sometimes. Like how when she fantasized while pleasuring herself, she never pictured an actual boy or man with her. Instead, she pictured only an embodiment of the emotions that were her triggers for her arousal: a person whose reality was not important, only that this was a guy that could make her feel attractive, special and loved. That was kind of weird, she thought, since she knew other girls who masturbated usually pictured themselves with hunky movie stars or pop singers.
This lack of a face to her fantasy reminded Mabel of her lack of any knowledge of a boy, any boy, to possibly be her boyfriend. Dipper had interrupted her thoughts, and now as she gently rubbed herself, she wanted to get back to that topic.
Surely, she thought, there must be some boy at school who would make me drool over him. She ran down the names in her head of her classmates the previous year, looking for one who sparked her romantic interest. Aiden? Way creepy. Brock? Pig (and not in an adorable Waddles way). Gary? Too boring. Jeffrey? Yeah.. no. Just no. Jose? Obviously gay. Who else? What about Devon? Isiah? Greg? Sandy? Ezra? Anthony? Dipper?
Wait… Dipper?
Mabel gasped. Dipper? Why on earth would she come up with Dipper’s name? She was obviously not concentrating on her task, because she was trying to think of boys that made her want to make them her boyfriend. It would make no sense to think of Dipper, he’s her brother!
As one part of Mabel’s brain finished that thought, another part was making the realization that her hands had just started following new orders. Her left fingers were pinching herself with greater force. Her right fingers were rubbing faster and harder.
Then there was a new realization. Mabel’s masturbation fantasy, the faceless embodiment of her emotion, had suddenly coalesced into a clear picture, and she saw that it was her twin brother Dipper! In her mind’s eye, it was now Dipper’s hands working their magic on her body instead of her own. She was rocked with the understanding that Dipper was, in fact, exactly the kind of boy she dreamed of in her sexual fantasies. Not just the kind of boy, he was the boy she fantasized about! Why had she never seen this before? Dipper was the boy she had wanted to be her boyfriend! Dipper was the one who aroused her so much! Dipper, who she knew had always protected her and loved her. She loved him! She loved him!! She love loved him!! Oh my God! Oh my God Oh my God OhmyGodOhmyGod….
Mabel was entirely unprepared as the most massive climax she had ever felt suddenly crashed over her like an avalanche. She almost collapsed in the shower, but managed to lean against the wall as she continued to keep rubbing, caressing, and pinching herself, not wanting the feeling to ever end. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, fueled by the knowledge that only one boy could ever make her feel this way, and it was Dipper.
Eventually, though, the moment passed. Mabel found herself sitting on the floor of the tub, pelted by the water from the showerhead. She struggled back to her feet, knowing she had been in the shower a long time, but not knowing how long. As she washed her hair, she remembered Dipper was right in the next room, and had been waiting for her to get out of the bathroom. Poor Dip! She shut off the water and stepped out, calling to Dipper that she would be out just as soon as she could. She’d just have to deal with these new feelings after getting out of the bathroom.
As she reached for a towel, she realized that her memory was missing more information than just how much time had passed. Also missing was any knowledge of sound while she was in the throes of passion. Oh God, she wondered frantically to herself. How much noise did I make while I was in there? And, I wonder if Dipper heard me?
Had Mabel actually asked those questions aloud, Dipper would have been able to answer them. To the second question, yes, Dipper definitely heard Mabel. And as for the first question, the answer would be “quite a lot, actually.”
After Mabel finally started the shower, Dipper had sat back down on his bed. Time was taking care of his “problem”, and he was now only half hard. But now he did really need to pee, and Mabel was taking her sweet time.
Faintly through the bathroom door, Dipper heard Mabel groan. He thought it sounded like pain. Instinctively, Dipper was on his feet. He had listened to his instincts before, and they always called him to be ready to act to help his sister. In a few seconds he was at the door, knuckles raised to pound the door and ask Mabel if she was okay.
Before he could strike the door, Mabel made another noise: a sharp, short intake of breath, followed by another moan, louder than before. Dipper could plainly hear it over the sound of the water in the shower. His instinct screamed at him louder, demanding he take action for his sister. But a conclusion about the sound had just been made in his brain, interrupting his gut reaction. His conclusion was that Mabel was not, in fact, in any pain at all.
To understand how Dipper reached this conclusion, one must understand Dipper himself. He was very much like any other young teenage boy, in some ways. One of those ways was that Dipper, like most boys, was attracted to pornography. Looking at pictures of naked women and reading stories of sex has been a standard part of growing up as a boy for decades. But Dipper hadn’t seen all that much by this point in his life. He didn’t have friends cool enough to have access to printed magazines or books, and Dipper was smart enough to not want to have possession of hard copy anyways.
Dipper knew the better solution: the Internet. It was a perfect porn distribution tool, and he had figured out the purpose of the web browser’s “incognito mode” a long time ago. All he lacked was an abundance of opportunity. Grunkle Stan had no Internet connection at all at the Shack, and at his home in California his parents had put the family’s PC (the only one the twins were allowed to use) out in the living room. Still, Dipper had gotten good at being able to steal a quick look at some of his favorite material, then quickly destroy the evidence with a fast ALT+F4 when anyone might be about to enter the room.
Only once had he managed to find himself alone in the house for enough time to watch a porno movie. It was only about twenty minutes before he heard his mom’s car in the driveway, but it certainly was enough to prove to him that actual video and audio of explicit sexual foreplay and intercourse was a much stronger stimulant than photos or stories. He had watched it only the one time, but the details were burned permanently into his memory.
One of those details was the sounds the young woman in the movie was making, over the course of most of the twenty minutes Dipper had watched. And the noises he was now hearing from Mabel in the bathroom sounded a lot like that!
Dipper gaped at the door. Mabel? Is she….. turned on? Another gasp and moan escaped through the bathroom door. Wow, thought Dipper. He hadn’t really considered that girls masturbated like boys, or that Mabel could ever be masturbating, like he did. Is she really getting herself off in there right now?
Conveniently, Mabel answered his unspoken question. The next sound her brother heard was a very sharp intake of breath and an unmistakably clear, urgent whisper of “Yeeessssssssssssss!!!!!!!”
Dipper was frozen to the spot, unable to stop listening to his sister. His need to empty his bladder was completely forgotten. And his “problem” was back to full strength.
Obliquely, he realized he wasn’t bothered by the fact it was Mabel that was causing these erotic feelings in him. He supposed she was very pretty, if he was any judge, and of course he liked his sister. Well, he loved his sister, of course, and, well, but…. he wasn’t supposed to feel horny about her. But he quickly guessed it wasn’t hurting anyone for him to just fantasize about her now, especially since she was providing him with a private recital.
If he was thinking about Mabel, Dipper started wondering about what guy Mabel was thinking about in there? No, he pushed that consideration away, as the thought provoked a quick feeling that was decidedly not arousing, so he didn’t want it. Whoever he was, Dipper didn’t want to know him. As he forced it from his mind, he still idly examined the emotion. It was… anger? Loneliness? No, neither of those, but it was definitely not a pleasurable feeling.
Then it was forgotten, because suddenly, a whole new class of noises erupted from the bathroom. Dipper could hear accelerated gasping, followed by a quick succession of “ohmygod”s, and then almost a keening wail. Oh man, he thought, is she still alright? Mabel repeated the noise again, then gradually transitioned to a long series of heavy gasping, so heavy that it sounded like she was sobbing. It seemed like it was going on forever.
This performance was almost too much for Dipper. His arousal was virtually total, and he was as hard as he could imagine. If he even touched or arranged himself, he didn’t think he could stop his climax if his life depended on it. All he could do was slowly ease his way back to the nearest bed, and sit perfectly still until Mabel let him into the bathroom. Mabel’s ecstatic noises continued to emanate through the door. Dipper’s tension was actually painful.
Mabel hadn’t brought in one of the hotel’s big housecoats into the bathroom with her. She’d have to be satisfied with wrapping herself in a large towel so that Dipper could get in.
Before Mabel opened the door, she knew she didn’t want to look at her brother. She knew that if he heard her, he’d probably have something to say, or at least give her a knowing leer. Under the best of circumstances, she might be able to handle that (but it would still be really embarrassing). But she was also dealing with her new-found knowledge that this same boy who might tease her was also the boy who made her feel so intensely horny, and safe, and …. loved! And that he was her brother. And that they were about to spend the entire day together. There was no doubt that she would shatter if he teased her right now.
She quickly opened the door and marched straight past Dipper, who was sitting on Mabel’s bed with his head down, elbows on his knees. He glanced up, muttered “thanks,” and immediately entered the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Well, that was okay, she thought. At worst, he knows what happened in there, and is choosing to be polite. And at best, I wasn’t noisy at all, and he really just needs to pee, really really badly. I can deal with that!
As she pulled on a bathrobe and towelled her hair dry with a second towel, Mabel started examining the situation, and began to despair over how any of this could turn out. For starters, Dipper would never reciprocate her feelings. She knew he loved her, and had proven that over and over, but he couldn’t be in love with her! He thought of her as his silly sister! Was she doomed to living through the remainder of her youth, so close to the source of the most intense feelings of her life, yet forced to stay silent?
Then she considered that Dipper may not even “get” any of how she felt. She knew he’d had crushes on girls before, but she’d never seen him do or say anything remotely sexual. But she had seen him quickly closing programs down on the computer back at home, just as she would be walking in the room. It might have been a porno web site. Mabel knew a lot about what boys go through when they start to become men, when she (unwillingly) received a full education on the subject from Grunkle Stan. Mabel had hit puberty already: her first menstruation had arrived a few months ago, just before school let out. Boys were supposed to start producing sperm at some point. She wondered if Dipper had yet reached that milestone.
A towel! Dipper agonized over the last thing he saw before he entered the bathroom. She was wearing only a towel!
After he locked the door, Dipper could hardly contain himself. Carefully, but very quickly, he got out of his shirt and shorts and stepped into the tub, not even managing to turn on the shower. Three strokes, in under two seconds, and he was past the point of no return.
His whole body shuddered, every muscle tensed. He involuntarily held his breath, then almost screamed with pleasure mixed with pain. Almost. A tiny part of his brain remained vigilant, demanding that Mabel could not know about this! He knew he could never explain to her why he could be so turned on by her and her sounds of pleasure. She would hate him! No, he had to somehow keep silent.
And he managed it. Somehow, hyperventilating with his mouth wide and making as little noise as possible, he was able to quietly ride out an orgasm that was by far the strongest of his short sexual life.
Both Dipper and Mabel managed to pull themselves together. They both were hiding feelings that they couldn’t fully explain, and even if they could, they were already running late.
Dipper had taken his shower, now feeling a bit guilty over how he had dirty thoughts about his sister, but only a bit. He was also a bit down because of the fact that some guy out there was awfully lucky, that he (whoever he was) had what it took to make his sister feel so aroused, and found he was actually jealous (Dipper successfully identified the emotion that had eluded him earlier). Why would he be jealous? That was dumb. But could Mabel have actually been trying to make him jealous? Surely she knew she could be heard through the door, what with the sheer decibel level she produced. She must have intended him to hear her, but why? Then she paraded around in just a towel. It was too uncomfortable to process, and he just wanted to pretend it had never happened, at least for now.
Mabel returned to the bathroom to finish getting dressed and to fix her hair, silently pondering her newly identified feelings for Dipper. The feelings of love confused her. She had been taught, of course, that a girl can’t feel that way about a brother. Not shouldn’t feel that way, can’t feel that way! But she most assuredly did feel that way! So what did that mean? Was she a degenerate? No, she was certain that she wasn’t. But she was sure that her feelings were taboo, that no one would be supportive of her feelings. This was going to be difficult to deal with.
Soon they had completed their individual tasks and were ready to leave, and met at the door. They both actually looked at each other for the first time since their impromptu wrestling match.
Mabel was relieved to find herself looking upon “her brother” again. Dipper looked completely normal in his customary t-shirt, vest, and cargo shorts, and of course his trusty pine tree ball cap. She still didn’t know how much he heard of what she experienced in the bathroom, but he was giving no indication he had heard anything at all. She found she could put her feelings for him on hold for now, and decided she was ready to just have a great day with her dorky brother. The thought of the fun day to come brought a big smile to her face.
That smile was exactly what Dipper needed to see. He knew how genuine it was, and he couldn’t help but smile back. He was so much more relaxed after getting himself off in the shower. Gone for the moment was the sexy girl that seemed to be trying to play on his emotions for some reason, and back was his favorite goofball in the world, complete with “beaker and test tube”-themed baggy sweater. What a great sister!
He opened the door to the hallway. “C’mon, lets get going,” he said, nodding to the open door.
“Righto, old chap!” cried Mabel in a terrible British accent as Dipper snapped closed the door to their room. “Get it? Old? ‘Cause it’s your …. birthday? Boop!” Mabel poked her finger into Dipper’s cheek as they strolled down the corridor. “Oh, me too! Boop!” Mabel poked herself in the cheek, then poked the Down button as they arrived at the elevators. “Boop!”
Dipper rolled his eyes and smiled again.
The twins were off to have the best birthday ever!
The twins arrive in Portland, ready for their birthday extravaganza.
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Mabel and Dipper’s plan was to spend the whole of their birthday doing stuff they wanted to do. They needed the entire Saturday to do this, so they needed to stay in a hotel on Friday and Saturday nights. They wanted Stan to drive them to and from Portland, arriving sometime on Friday and leaving Sunday morning. What Stan was supposed to be doing with his time all day Saturday was not really fleshed out by the kids.
Stan’s modifications to the twins’ plan was subtle, but significant. He had no problem purchasing theatre tickets on his credit card for the kids, or booking the hotel (provided, of course, the twins paid him back). But you can’t check into a hotel without presenting your credit card, and Stan would have to do this in person.
The Mystery Shack couldn’t run without him: Mabel’s brief attempt to be the boss last summer had proven that. Stan couldn’t give up all that weekend’s business by being away, but he could justify closing up just on Friday afternoon. He would drive with the kids to Portland, check in, hand the door passkeys over to the kids, then drive back home. Dipper and Mabel didn’t need to present a credit card to check out, as his was on file. Then on Sunday, Stan would send Soos to the city to pick them back up again. This part scared Stan a bit, but the man-child had matured quite a bit the last year: he would be fine to drive to Portland and back.
For a brief moment, Stan wondered how safe the twins would be in the city on their own. Then he dismissed it: they had stared down all kinds of supernatural incidents when they were only twelve. He had no doubt they could handle a day in the city as they turned fourteen. They were a great couple of kids, and they had earned a big vacation day for themselves.
The last weekend of August arrived quickly. To show their gratitude to their uncle, Dipper and Mabel had worked in the Shack extra diligently and without complaint for the two weeks since the birthday trip had been approved. They used their off-hours to firm up the details of what they were going to do on their birthday at Portland.
Dipper decided that for his choice of destination, he and Mabel would go to the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry. He had never been too ashamed of showing his nerdy side, and thought that not only would he really enjoy the facility, but Mabel might actually show some enthusiasm for it too. He knew his sister was never going to be as bookish as he was, but she was very smart and never gave herself enough credit. Enjoying a learning experience would be a great present for her on their birthday. They’d arrive at the start of the day and leave at around lunchtime.
Mabel couldn’t help herself. She wanted to go shopping, and planned for her and Dipper to go to Pioneer Place, a downtown mall, where they would get lunch and an afternoon of browsing the stores. It had been a long time since she had seen the inside of a big mall. It wasn’t just mindless ogling of stuff: school would be starting just a week after their big day in the city, and they would be getting back to California with only a couple of days to spare (including Labor Day, when most everything would be closed). They would need clothes and school supplies, and she was going to make sure they would be prepared (and maybe get some shiny things, too). She hoped Dipper wouldn’t be bored by the time they were to leave late in the afternoon for their hotel.
They would be bringing “dressy” clothes with them: Dipper had a nice shirt and pants, but would have to buy a jacket and tie at the mall in Portland, while Mabel had a medium-length dress and matching jacket she had brought with her from home down south (she had brought them “just in case I needed them”). They would change at their hotel room, then head a few streets down where they had reservations for dinner at Morton’s, an upscale place that specialized in steak and seafood. Both kids hoped they didn’t make any mess on their clothes, because after that, they would go straight across the street to the Keller Auditorium, and see the production of “Les Miserables”, their first big-time live theatre performance. Mabel was giddy with anticipation of the event, and was very happy that Dipper also seemed to be enthusiastic at the prospect of the dinner and show.
The drive from Gravity Falls to Portland seemed to take forever (for the twins because of anticipation, for Stan because of their incessant babble), but eventually they arrived at the Hilton Portland Hotel. By the hotel’s policy, the room naturally had to include an adult, so Stan had booked a room for three. The room included two queen-sized beds, but of course he wouldn’t actually be staying, so that was perfect for the kids. As Dipper inspected the television and cable box in the high class room, Mabel luxuriated on top of the bed she had chosen, gleefully anticipating having two nights sleep with such a huge amount of bed space.
“You’ve got your debit cards, right?” Stan asked them both. Both nodded, rolling their eyes because this was the third time he had asked the question. “And your cell phone?” Stan added, looking at Dipper.
“Right here, Grunkle Stan,” Dipper deadpanned, patting a pocket in his vest.
“Good. Don’t use it unless you need it, but make sure you’ve got it. I kind of need you to come back, your parents might not like it if I don’t send you home next week,” he added, trying unsuccessfully to add his gruff humor to cover up any small amount of worry.
Stan gave them both (uncomfortable) hugs, wished them a happy birthday, and closed the door while grumbling out loud at the long drive back he faced.
After they had found homes for their bathroom items and taken some clothes from their bags, Mabel grinned at Dipper. “Wow, we made it! I’m so excited!” she squealed.
“I know, right?” Dipper replied, enjoying Mabel’s enthusiasm. “What do we want to do now?”
“I don’t know! We planned out tomorrow completely, I never thought about tonight!” she said. She thought for a brief moment. Dipper was always asking her for her input, she always loved that about her brother. “Well, whatever we do, we’d better not stay out late, because we have a lot going on tomorrow.”
“Okay, no problemo,” agreed Dipper. “Let’s just go find a McDonald’s and make up our minds while we eat.”
“McDonald’s? Yes!! It’s been too long! Onwards Aoshima!!” Mabel howled as she dashed down the hall toward the elevators. Dipper chuckled fondly as he closed the door to their room, then chased after his crazy sister.
Following a sit-down serving of burgers and fries at McDonald’s, it was after 8pm. The twins settled on simply returning to the hotel for a quiet evening and getting to sleep early. Neither one of them wanted to risk being overtired and sleeping past the alarm the next morning, not with the full itinerary they had planned.
Following an entire life of routine, they knew without speaking what the process was for getting ready for bed. Dipper always went to the bathroom first, for the simple reason that he would always go to the toilet, get changed into his undershirt and sleeping shorts, and brush his teeth in the minimum time required. Mabel would then get ready at her own pace of getting into one of her long sleeping gowns and brushing her (now thankfully braces-less) teeth, a process which often included several interruptions for hairbrush-microphone vocal performances to her imagined audience.
Neither had really noticed that their siblings, over the entire summer, had both taken to visiting the bathroom for prolonged periods during the daytime at the Mystery Shack. Both had discovered masturbation in the school year since the previous summer vacation, but while at home they had the privacy of their own rooms, here in Oregon there had been much less opportunity to be alone. Their daytime bathroom sessions allowed them time to take care of themselves with no attention from anyone else. But as much as the twins confided in one another on almost everything, this was a subject that neither even considered sharing, as much out of concern for the embarrassment of their siblings as for themselves. Both thought they were the only one of the two who masturbated, and each was blithely unaware of the other’s sexuality.
Each of them, however, was keenly aware of their own present sexual issue. That issue was that neither Dipper nor Mabel had been presented any opportunity to masturbate that whole day. They had worked at the Shack into the afternoon until Grunkle Stan closed up early, and then they got on the road for Portland immediately. The twins were too distracted to think of getting themselves off at that time, in any rate.
Now, though, both were quietly uncomfortable and on edge, knowing exactly what they wanted to do and unable to figure out how to accomplish it. Both kids wondered the same questions to themselves. Could I be heard through the bathroom door? What if he/she really needs to pee and I get caught? That was too horrifying a thought to even contemplate for either of them, but they didn’t examine exactly why they felt that way.
So neither one did anything about relieving their sexual tension that evening. They watched some cable TV (a novelty), then both agreed that they should get to bed. Despite their practiced bedtime routine, Dipper and Mabel didn’t engage in their usual lights-out banter that night. Both were secretly afraid that they had weirded out the other, because of the way they perceived themselves to be acting. Still, they soon fell sound asleep, comforted by their awareness of each other’s presence in the room.
Fistbump Redux - Chapter 1 - Beg, Shame, and Extort
Dipper and Mabel have a plan for their fourteenth birthday.
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“Come on, Grunkle Stan!” whined Mabel, chasing after her great-uncle as he walked toward the cash register in the Mystery Shack.
“Yeah, come on! We just want you to think about it!” added Dipper.
Stan turned around, exasperated. He waved his arms around and gestured to the building, having just locked up for the evening minutes before. “What? You think I can afford to close the Shack on one of the last weekends of the summer? So that I can hang around and watch you two spend all your money on a stupid trip to the city? Forget it!”
Dipper and Mabel looked at each other. This was not going as well as expected. They had hoped that their uncle would think their idea was perfectly reasonable, but their plans for a grand birthday celebration, in a couple of weeks, were now on the verge of collapse. They were about to turn fourteen: their birthday was on the last Saturday of August, the weekend before the Pines twins were due to finish their summer vacation in Gravity Falls, Oregon.
“Vacation,” of course, is another word for “labor” when it comes to staying at their great-uncle’s tourist-trap home. For the past two summers, Grunkle Stan had put them to work, making sure that the creepy trinkets and strange displays were to the idiot visitors’ liking. But they had actually done well in the Shack, and their uncle had grumbled reluctantly that business the previous year had been good, and had been particularly great that current summer.
The last summer, of course, had been the weirdest summer ever. The twins arrived as twelve-year-old innocent tweens, and were immediately thrust into adventure after misadventure, facing terrifying spectres and unexplainable horrific events. It was the scariest and most thrilling summer any kid could possibly imagine. Thankfully, no one was ever injured too badly, but Dipper and Mabel had actually saved each other’s lives on more than one occasion. They also survived a challenge to the trust they had for each other, hurting each other more than any monster could, before they successfully repaired their relationship before the end of the summer.
They took it all in stride, and by the time autumn came and school began, their already-close sibling relationship was firmly cemented. As the year went by, the twins loyally looked out for each other. They did homework together, helped each other with household chores, and supported each other at school. They even enjoyed just hanging out at home together. Of course, they had other friends, but no one doubted that they were each other’s best friends.
When the next summer came around, they pleaded with their parents to let them go back to Gravity Falls. Their mother and father had never been given the full story of the adventures they had experienced, but they had read the news accounts. They knew that the kids had been involved in many dangerous occurrences and were reluctant to let them return. And they did not know if they could trust Stan any longer, as his shady involvement with the strange events was revealed. However, it was apparent that the conspiracy that had unravelled last summer was now over. Grunkle Stan explained what had happened and why he did what he did, and reported to the Pines family that everything was normal in the rural town, far more so than he could remember in thirty years.
Also, the legend of what had happened the year previous had spread to the public, and the tourist trade was hotter than ever. Stan basically begged for the twins to be allowed to return to help him at the Mystery Shack. Combined with Dipper’s and Mabel’s enthusiasm for the same thing, their parents relented and allowed them to go back for a second summer.
Things really were different the next summer. As Stan had reported, the weird happenings seemed to have disappeared. Dipper and Mabel hadn’t once needed to run screaming from a zombie, or face down a ghost. There was not a shapeshifter or Manotaur to be found. Bill Cipher appeared to be banished for good. Even the little creep Gideon had been locked away in an out-of-state institution after his last escape attempt.
And the tourists had indeed flocked to Gravity Falls. Stan had years ago converted his run-down home in the woods into the “Mystery Shack” and advertised it as the place to see strange and scary artifacts. He had filled it with unabashedly fake items and took advantage of the gullibility of his visitors. After the last summer’s publicity though, many people came to Gravity Falls to see what “really” happened there, so Stan changed his business model. The Shack was now “Ground Zero” of the conspiracy, and Stan profited from his (and his great niece and nephew’s) pivotal roles in the story, at least the parts of the story that they were permitted to (or wanted to) tell.
The people of the town had changed, too. Most of Dipper and Mabel’s friends in town were gone. Mabel’s two best friends from Gravity Falls, Grenda and Candy, had moved away after their families were spooked by the events of the previous summer. Temporary loss of gravity, causing wide-spread property damage, can do that to people. Wendy was still around, and worked at the Shack occasionally, but she was needed in her family’s lumberjack business more and more, and had a lot less time to hang around with the kids. And the Northwest family was rocked by lawsuits brought against them for the family’s illegal business practices: their daughter Pacifica had shared a spark with Dipper for a short time, but she was sent to a posh boarding school in upper New York State while the family scandal was being litigated.
All this added up to a summer that was very much not what the twins had expected, or wanted. They had worked long hours in the gift shop of the Shack, sometimes seven days a week. Even on their occasional days off, Stan wanted them to be nearby so that they could pose for pictures with the tourists because of their minor celebrity status. They never got to visit the lake or the town pool once. Unlike the last summer, there was no grand adventure, and no other friends to share it with even if anything was to happen. They were tired and bored. At the end of most days, they trudged up to their “bedroom” (the attic of the Shack, where their beds sat on either side of the space, beneath the high sloped walls) and grumbled about what a disappointment this summer was, compared to the year before. They agreed that they probably wouldn’t want to come back again the following year. One thing they thought they’d miss was how they would chat across the room after the lights went out: it was a ritual they had cultivated, their own private time to share secrets and get advice from each other, away from everyone else. They didn’t get to do that during the school year, since of course they had separate bedrooms at home in California.
The only good thing about the summer was that Stan had acknowledged that the twins had been a big part of his financial success, and recognized their hard work. Demonstrating generosity unusual for him, Stan decided not to take advantage of the kids and paid them (somewhat) fair wages for their labor. Since they had little opportunity to spend their money, by the end of the summer they had saved several hundred dollars each.
It had been Mabel’s idea to spend much of this money on a once-in-a-lifetime birthday celebration. Together, they decided that it would be awesome to have a weekend in the city, seeing places they had never seen, doing things they had never done. With an entire day, they could do one thing Dipper wanted to do, then something to Mabel’s liking. They also wanted to be “fancy” for once, to go out for a nice dinner and see a live show, as a conclusion to the birthday extravaganza. None of this could happen in their small town: they wanted to go to Portland, Oregon’s largest city.
However, it was not just a matter of money. Portland was almost a four-hour drive from Gravity Falls. Someone needed to drive them there. Someone needed to have a credit card to reserve tickets. Someone needed to arrange to book hotel rooms. Quite simply, they needed Grunkle Stan to go with them.
And now he was summarily killing their plans. They silently communicated to each other that they had to turn up the guilt factor.
“But we’ve worked really hard for you for over two months,” reasoned Mabel. “School is only a few weeks away, and we’ve not had any fun at all this summer!”
“Imagine how many of the dummies that you’ve had through here that would never have come at all if not for what we did last year,” said Dipper.
“And how many this year went away happy because of our work for you!” added Mabel.
Dipper piled on. “The two of us are probably responsible for half of your added income, all told.” Stan glared at Dipper darkly. “Right Mabel?” Dipper added quickly.
Mabel tagged in. “Yeah!” she said. “At least half!”
Stan was silent and stone-faced. He wasn’t caving, but he wasn’t shutting them down, either. The twins knew they were making progress. Mabel switched tactics to blackmail.
“Maybe we should think about just going home to Piedmont, Dipper!” she huffed in a highly inflated manner. “How quickly do you think we could be on a bus heading south?”
Dipper smiled shrewdly. “Oh, I don’t know, Mabel. Maybe by this time tomorrow. Say, Grunkle Stan, don’t you have two busloads of Japanese conspiracy fans arriving in a couple of days? They usually have tons of cash for spending on mementoes, and stuff like signed selfies with “the Mystery Twins,” don’t they? Are you going to have enough help around the Shack when they get here?”
“All right all right all right!!” exclaimed Stan. “Ugh! What a couple of evil little twerps you are!” Stan paused, hand over his eyes, as he tried to think about the plan the twins had presented minutes before. Dipper and Mabel, for their part, excitedly but silently waited.
After almost a minute, Stan finally said, “For the record, I want you two to know that this little stunt of yours is manipulative, underhanded, and unethical. I see that I’m finally getting through to you, and I’m proud of you!” He cracked a small toothy smile, then more seriously he continued, “But really, you have to understand that going away for a whole weekend would be a lost opportunity to pull in a big wad of cash. I can’t throw that away, it’s just not in me.” Dipper’s face started to fall, and Mabel looked down.
“So instead of your plan, let me tell you my way to get you to Portland for this birthday bash of yours,” finished Stan, smiling broadly.
The kids reacted immediately, making sure their uncle wasn’t joking around. When he assured them he was serious, they let loose celebratory whoops and hollers. Striking an over-exaggerated pose of triumph, Mabel made a fist and raised her right arm to Dipper. Dipper happily duplicated the pose, and then they tapped their fists together to mark their latest success.
Stan had always thought the fistbump was a cute tradition that the kids shared. He envied their wonderfully strong relationship, one that he knew from personal experience was rare in siblings.
