Alcohol I.O.H.O.A.D Part 2
okay so my promise of the fic arriving early was kinda...late shall we say? yeah let’s say that, had some unkempt business and had to finish that so this kinda got postponed until today, and tomorrow where this will finally be finished. i kinda made this more emotional and i don’t know why, just testing the ropes i guess. anyway have a nice read and may lordcest be with you all~~~~
‘Wait wait...Dipper why?’
‘Mabel please i just want to try something out’
‘You sure you’re not going to prank me?’
‘Mabel i’m like, like drowning in booze here and can barely stand up. How would i, the big dipperino be able to prank you?’
‘I guess you’re right about that but why do i feel like you’re going to tickle me’
‘Oh i promise it’ll be better than that mabes’
‘Oooh okay then surprise me’
Mabel closed her eyes but kept her hands to her side protecting the vital tickle parts that her brother knew so well. She felt his weight shift upon the bed where her hands were, it was moving closer but he wasn’t tickling her. He would’ve done it by now surely, what was he planning? She felt a sudden touch on her lips, the first thought of hers that came to mind was that her brother was pinching them with his fingers. But it felt different, the area of her lips were covered by anothers. She wondered what was going on, so to check she slowly opened her eyes. Dipper was up close and personal, kissing her on the lips. He had pulled her close and pushed his chest against hers. She felt his powerful throbs hitting against her breasts. She had never experienced this kind of feeling before. Breaking the very fine line between brother and lover felt so...daring.
It felt strange, something was wrong clearly but why hadn’t she pushed him away yet? She had to soon otherwise this would get out of hand fast. She had noticed her logical side take control of the situation, ‘hold on what the fuck is going on’ she thought to herself. Mabel tugged at Dipper’s t-shirt and shoved him away, making him land on his side of the bed. She felt herself sober up a little from the shock and soon a tightening in her chest began to arise. It felt like she actually loved him more than a brother, ‘oh c’mon its gotta be the alcohol ain’t no way in hell i am that loopy to be falling for him’, she thought to herself. She turned over to see Dipper picking himself up by angling his wrists to the side. He picked his head up and arched his back against the wall behind him. Mabel wanted to say something, ask him why he even thought that was a ‘surprise’ but she knew it was useless. While she was starting to sober up slowly, Dipper had to find support to keep himself upright. She wants to try anyway though, because if she doesn’t find an answer now, she’ll have to live this down for the rest of the night and possibly the weekend. Mabel opened her mouth slightly and began to talk but in a hushed tone.
‘Dipper, what the hell was that for?’
‘What do you m-mean?’
‘Dipper you..you fucking kissed me!’
‘Oh i uh i guess that i uh-’
‘You what Dipper? C’mon tell me now’
‘I just, you know i-’
‘Oh god, Dipper you don’t actually…’
‘No no, look i was just kidding around i’m just a little playful when drunk is all’
Mabel rubbed the sides of her temple in a fit of confusion and frustration.
‘Dipper, look i’m gonna be right back i’m just going to the bathroom okay? Stay there’
Dipper gave her the tip of his hat and she lept of the bed and walked over to his slightly open door. Pulling it open and pushing it behind her she started for the bathroom. Gripping the handle she felt how light her strength had become, she was exhausted and had to calm herself down. Closing the door behind her she walked over to the mirror and leant her body weight against the corners of the sink. Glaring at herself in the mirror brought so many questions, why did she feel so excited when he kissed her? It didn’t make any sense, they were brother and sister. Sure they loved each other but it never crosses the ‘sibling love’ boundry.
She couldn’t figure out why but these emotions almost caught her like a fly in a spider’s web. The more she tangled and tried to free herself, the tighter they got. She had to keep Dipper away, she knew he would respect her space enough if she just gave him a serious look. Hell, maybe it would be enough to bring him out of that drunk state and perhaps end the night on a mixed but positive note.
She sighed heavily and turned around to the door, unlocked it and walked out to meet Dipper in his bedroom. She opened his door and walked inside. Dipper was lightly tapping the bottom of the remote, he was lowering the volume of the TV.
‘Dipper i-’
‘Mabel i’m sorry ok?’
‘Huh?’
‘I’m sorry for what i did, i shouldn’t have drunk so fucking much tonight. I promise you it was an accident. If we can just, y’know, move past this then i think it’ll be better for both of us’
‘Oh..okay’
‘Yeah, so that’s my two cents on this issue’
‘Well..thanks for apologizing i appreciate it’
‘It’s alright don’t worry’
Mabel could notice as she began to leave that he was starting to sober up, his speech had become less slurred and he was able to look her in the eyes without darting them to the left every two seconds.
‘Dipper i know this is random but do you know what the time is?’
‘Yeah, let me check real quick...holy shit Mabel its 3am!’
‘Oh for fuck’s sake i’ve got plans with Candy tomorrow to hang out at the mall’
‘Well you best hurry up then, have a goodnight’
‘Ah yeah, you two Dip’
She didn’t have any plans with Candy at all tomorrow, but she needed an excuse to get out of there, the awkwardness in the air was making her uncomfortable. Mabel walked out of Dipper’s room and scurried over to her door, flung it open and gracefully walked inside. When she got in she immediately jumped on her bed and shot herself into the bed sheets. She moved herself around among positions on the bed but nothing seemed to work. These feelings, why had they returned? She asked herself, she thought they’d vanished from her mind. Dipper even had the decency to apologize to her in a semi drunk state and that takes some serious skill for someone like him. She felt her chest warm up, its temperature rising slowly to the point of where she had to throw the covers of herself in a fit of frustration. She kept this constant cycle of applying and throwing away the blankets until she gave up and lay in the middle of the mattress. What could she do? She tried to push them away from herself, it didn’t feel right at all. Who’s ever been attracted to their own brother? Surely her friends would just abandon her and call her a freak. Her family would probably disown her, she’d never see Dipper again. She had to change it though, for the betterment of herself and her brother. If she couldn’t her heart would become a ticking time bomb. But a part of her started to spread these emotions around, a part which wanted to experience this ‘taboo’ nature of going against all expectations of yourself.
When Dipper had embraced her it felt, daring, exciting maybe even erotic. She wanted these emotions to flood her body again. Ever since they came back from Gravity Falls her boy troubles only got worse. Some guys she tried to date would always turn her down, looking at her as nothing more than a goofy child, incapable of a serious relationship. She always felt hurt whenever one of them would mention it, she was just being herself and yet no guy would accept her for that, except Dipper. He always comforted her in those times, he knew what to say to her, how to encourage her to try again and how she didn’t need to focus on guys but herself as a person. She always remembered a little line that Dipper mentioned when they were talking about one of her ex’s. ‘Mabel i think you should focus on yourself rather than other people. You’ve made the most insane fucking artwork i have ever seen! I bet if you focused on your kick ass talent instead of those assholes you’d be a world class painter!’
Whenever she thought back to that conversation and remembered what he said, it gave her a surge of inspiration. But, now she had feelings greater than sibling love and it created tides of confusion within her mind. She could feel it being embraced, her mind conjuring up images of her brother, imagining him close to her face the roughness of his fingers against her smooth skin.
She blinked and looked up suddenly, shaking her head she tried to get rid of the thought. ‘God damn it’ she thought to herself, ‘this is it now isn’t it? I’m gonna be some kind of sick fucking freak who wants to bone her brother. Why can’t i just be like every other normal person out there, those guys were right, i really am just a dumbass child…’ the thoughts started to eat away at her confidence, Dipper’s help became a sudden burden. She couldn’t go to him now of all times for comfort. She just lay there, letting the negativity consume her trust, happiness and silly nature. ‘For fucks sake...why don’t i just fuck dad too? It’s only fair after all’ after whispering this she heard a sudden loud thud in the hallway outside of Dipper’s room. Oh god no, he didn’t...did he? She jumped out of the sheets grabbed some shorts and a jumper and pushed open the door. She saw Dipper flung out on the carpet, face planted on the floor. She noticed the wine in his hand, the wine they discarded and pushed aside for the vodka instead. Mabel could feel the surface of her head heat up slightly as she witnessed this, the frustration from before had now turned into stress.
‘Maaaaabelll..’
‘Dipper what’s wrong with you? Why did you take the second bottle?’
She raised his head and placed his chin against the rough shaggy carpet.
‘Maaaaabeel, can i ask you something?
‘Dipper...it’s 3:24am what the fuck could you possibly want at this time?!’
‘Is...is it alright if i sleep with you?’
