The sun beams into the room, directly onto Dipper's face. He groans in his sleep, turning away from the window and hiding his face in Mabel's giant cartoon frog pillow. His arm, still sticky with bubble formula, brushes against soft, warm flesh.
Huh. That's weird.
Dipper's school lets out on spring break a few days before Mabel's; so instead of going home, Dipper decided to visit Mabel at college and they could drive home together. Last night the twins had went out together, so it doesn't make sense that he hooked up with someone. Especially when he's crashing in his sister's dorm.
Dipper lifts his heavy head, tired eyes barely opening to see a mess of brown hair on the pillow next to him. His eyes widen, and he jolts back, falling off the bed with a panicked yelp. He lands on the plush carpet with a thud, elbow knocking against her nightstand and the clock shaped like that cat from Sailor Moon comes flying to the floor, theme music suddenly blasting throughout the room.
"Gack! The president's daughter was always a goldfish! I swear!" Mabel yells as she bolts up in bed. In a daze, her head snaps in all directions, confusion evident on her face. From the floor, Dipper watches her wipe the sleep from her eyes and the drool from her cheek. "Huh? What?"
Mabel peers over the bed, eyebrow lifting at her bare chested brother sprawled awkwardly on the floor, blankets twisted around his waist. One of his legs is free from the tangle of sheets, his foot donning one of Mabel's rainbow striped socks. She tilts her head, a confused smile curling her lips...But she keeps staring at him, brows furrowing and the smile vanishing. The tip of her pink tongue peeks out in thought.
Mabel hovers above him, her wild hair spilling over her naked shoulders. Dipper feels his face grow red, the Sailor Moon theme song playing another round.
Two bandanas are loosely tied around her head, glitter and fake tattoos cover her arms and face, and one of her ears is missing a flower shaped earring. The rainbow tutu she wore last night is bunched around her waist...The rest of her clothes, along with Dipper's, is scattered across the room.
They blink.
Mabel squawks, flipping backwards and yanking the sheets over her bare frame, and over her head. Dipper groans, covering his flushed face in his hands as memories from last night floods his mind.
In retrospect, Dipper guess he should have known the night was going to end up weird when Mabel tugged down on the collar of the shirt she picked out for him, body glitter coating her hand.
"Mabel," Dipper inquired warily, his foot had took a step back, only for his rear end to collide into her dresser. "What are you doing with that glitter?"
He had already resigned to her dressing him up like her personal Ken doll. She knew much better than him what to wear for their night of raves and bashes. This wasn't his scene at all, but he was always down with hanging with Mabel. So he had a red bandana tied around his head, and long black and green socks ran up his calves. His wrists were heavy with beaded jewelry. But a man has to draw the line at glitter, right?
"Pfft. Chill, bro. Just a dab won't hurt ya," Mabel quieted his protest when she globed the silver flecks all over his chest and collar bone. "There! Now ya look ready to par-tay! EDM style!"
"If you say so, Mabes," Dipper shrugged, fingers curled around the plastic, neon green whistle that hung around his neck. "You sure this isn't, I don't know, much?"
Mabel chuckled, and patted his chest reassuringly. She stepped back, admiring her handiwork while she wiped the excess glitter on her pink crop top.
"Yeah, bro. You looking mighty fine, thanks to the power of Mabel! Oh! One more thing to perfect the look."
She used her hips to bump him aside, so she could dig around the small pile of shades on her dresser.
"I'm not wearing your Bear-o sunglasses," Dipper declared when she picked up the horrendous pair of paint chipped shades.
"Course not. You're not even near the recommended level of awesomeness to rock these puppies."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Yep. Sorry, bro," she said solemnly, and handed him a simple pair of blue sunglasses with a shake of head. "Ya gotta be this amazing to ball out with Bear-o," she laughed, gesturing to herself. She eyed the Bear-o glasses a few moments more before picking up a pair of hot pink shutter shades. She cackled, and slipped them on.
"Alright, Dipper!" she yelled and jumped, suddenly pumped up, hand raised in the air. "Are ya ready to have the most fun-tastically, cray cray night of your nerd loving life?"
Dipper rolled his eyes. Laughter shook his shoulders as he high fives his sister, unaware of how bizarre the night will end.
The show is in an underground place, filled with colorfully dressed party goers. Electronic dance music pulsed through the walls, and Dipper wasn't certain where it was coming from since he couldn't spot the stage. Strobe lights flashed primary colors, while subtler lights blinked and spun around them. Dipper fidgeted, eyes strained as he looked at his already bouncing sister. Dancers bumped into them, and pushed them further and further into the thick of it.
Mabel hollered excitedly over the music, her fist pumped in the air as she jumped and spun in a circle. The occasional push and shove from the crowd not deterring her good time. She even pushed back, but never in anger. It was just part of the scene. All part of the fun.
Dipper shifted awkwardly beside his twin. His hands had itched for a beer to occupy himself with. Instead of liquor, he watched Mabel's body as it bounced and moved to the beat. Her eyes connected to his, and laughter boomed from her lips.
She grabbed his arms and moved his body in tune with hers. He chuckled, but couldn't hear himself. But Mabel was laughing as well, and her giggles had rung clear in his ears.
They danced awkwardly together with Mabel playing puppet master.
They swayed and jumped around the room until they bumped into a table on the far side of the sea of people. Tiny plastic cups cover the plastic folding table.
"Oh, what? Candy! Don't mind if I do-hoo-hoo!" Mabel chimed excitedly, picking up one of the small plastic cups filled with colorful capsules.
"Um, I don't think this is candy, Mabes," Dipper hollered over the music as he inspected the cups contents. Mabel lifted her glasses off the brim of her nose, resting them atop her forehead while her eyes squint under the flashing lights. She took back the cup and barked out a laugh. "Oh, you're totes right. Even better!"
She popped a pill into her mouth, hand offering the leftovers in the tiny cup. Dipper's hand slowly took possession of the cup, his bewildered eyes glued to his sister.
"No worries, Dip," she yelled once seeing the look on his face. "This is the clean stuff. Good vibes only!"
He blinked, flabbergasted.
"Wha–When did you start using...I...What?"
Mabel just laughed at his shock.
"It's okay, Dip. Trust me. Me and Molly are bestest friends. She never steers me wrong. Like I said, good vibes only."
Molly? Who is...Oh whatever. She asked him to trust her, so he did. He plopped a capsule in his mouth, tossed his head back and swallowed it dry.
Mabel started to jump again, and Dipper had followed suit. A few minutes later, Mabel was a giggling mess.
Dipper had smiled goofily and closed his eyes, her laughter intoxicated him. The music pulsed inside him. There was nothing but her and the beat. He laughed again, and this time he heard it chime around his spastically moving body.
They danced together. Colors swirled around them. Their bodies bounced and collided into one another in tune with the high energy music. Their arms swayed in the air, beads of sweat rolled down their smiling faces.
Dipper never felt so free.
But soon his feet started to hurt, and his breath got winded. Mabel was still jamming away, but his high was fading.
"Mabes," he yelled, but she didn't hear him. Her head bobbled as her shoulders shook. "Mabel!"
"Huh?"
"Let's take a break!"
"What?"
"A break!"
"Oh! Okay, cool!"
Mabel took hold of Dipper's warm hands. Fingers interlocked, Mabel dragged him to a corner where they slumped against a wall. Their hands stayed intertwined, one of them occasionally squeezed as they caught their breaths.
Mabel looked her sweat drenched brother over. A heat unrelated to her previous dancing washed over her, and her eyes became lidded as she laughed.
"I really did do a good job...Like dang, bro. You looking good tonight," she giggled.
A tingly feeling had fluttered inside him at her words, and he laughed. Apparently his high wasn't over, for he laughed much louder and much longer than he intended.
He yanked her into his arms, their bodies shook with laughter as he spun them around.
"Yeah, I am sexy, aren't I?"
Mabel barked out a laugh, and smack his chest.
"Ain't nobody called you sexy, you poop-face."
"But I am sexy, aren't I?"
"Pfft," she scoffed, but when she gazed into his eyes, her face became warm. Her eyes darted to his lips then back to his dark orbs before whispering, "Yeah, you kinda are."
"What?" Dipper asked, and cuddled closer to her. The music transitioned into something softer, calmer, and Dipper automatically began to sway them to the beat. "What did you just say?"
"I dunno," she murmured just as the song began to pick up in pace. She pulled away slightly, their arms draped around each other as they jumped. "This is the best."
"You're the best."
They looked at each other, and a second later their mouths were pressed against each other. An implacable feeling stirred within them. Mabel clawed at his back, and yanked him closer. He kissed her hard and desperately, his fingers laced in her damp curly hair. She sucked and nibbled his lower lip, delighted by the taste of sweat and Pitt cola. She couldn't get enough of it, her perk breasts pressed against his hard chest, her nails dug into the back of his striped shirt, as she got on her tiptoes to glide her tongue over his. Dipper moaned into the kiss, blood rushed from his cloudy brain to his shorts. Mabel hummed with pleasure, and pressed herself against his bulge. His hands fell from her hair and jumped directly to the round of her ass. He squeezed, and his hips bucked into the frills of her tutu.
Mabel gasped and they broke apart from the feverish kiss with heavy breaths, arms and hands clung to each other. When their gazes met, the first thing they're able to do was laugh.
And laugh.
And laugh some more.
They laughed until they forgot why they were laughing, and then Mabel broke out their embrace to twirl about, tutu flaying around her waist.
"I always wanted to be a ballerina. Remember how much I wanted to be a ballerina?"
"Yep," Dipper laughed as she crashed back into his arms. He then blinked, his fingers toying with the ends of her tresses. Her hair is so soft...He then snorted out a laugh, and eyed her. "But did you know how much I wanted to fuck a ballerina?"
When Dipper remembers that particular choice of words in the light of day, he cringes and crawls under Mabel's bed with a bright red face.
But in the moment, Dipper had smiled while Mabel shrieked and laughed. Her head shook and she buried her face in his chest. But she immediately snapped up straight with an awed gasp.
"Bro. Oh my god, Dip..." Mabel said in great realization, eyes becoming wide and a manic smile broke across her face. "I'm a ballerina! I mean, look at my tutu! Tonight our dreams are coming true!"
"Heck yeah, they are!"
She shrieked excitedly, and pulled him in for a quick smack of the lips. Dipper chuckled, and scooped her up. Mabel's legs locked around his waist, and they bulldozed their way through the crowd, the two of them chanting, "dreams! Dreams! Dreams!"
They tripped and laughed their way back to Mabel's dorm, and bumbled straight to her unmade bed. They got rid of their shoes, and Mabel placed her shades on Dipper the moment he tossed his.
Mabel crawled over him, and sloppily kissed his neck as she pulled up his shirt. He returned the favor, stripping her of her shirt and sports bra. He lavished kiss after kiss on her skin til his head rested in the valley of her breast.
"Hold me closer, tiny dancer," Dipper snickered as he strengthened his hold on her waist, before he sucked a pink, pebbled nipple into his mouth.
"Mmm...Ha, Dip. I'm pretty sure it's Tony Danza, not tiny dancer."
He shrugged, mouth still latched to her and his eyes fluttered shut as her nails massaged his scalp. His tongue flicked over her nipple, and she shuddered at the electricity that zapped through her. Her back arched, a soft whimper escaped her lips before more giggles bubbled up.
It felt good. Sitting on his lap, topless, his mouth suckling her while his fingers caressed her hips. Her body hummed in a way it has never done before with any other guy, and they were only getting started.
Goosebumps rose to heated flesh, her breath ragged between giggles. She wanted more. No, needed more. Her heart pounded in her chest, ready to explode. Her eyes were dark with desire when she gazed upon him, and he moaned.
Mabel pushed him to lie flat on his back, the mattress bounced and squeaked in protest, and her shutter shades became crooked on his nose. He took them off, his fascinated eyes drunk her in. She slithered down his torso, nipped and pecked his flushed skin, nuzzled down his fine happy trail until she reached his shorts.
Lime green nails grazed over the prominent bulge. Dipper twitched. They giggled as she unbuttoned the shorts, and he lifted his pelvis as she tugged them off. She chucked them across the room, and her fingers walked up his thigh.
"Allongé," Mabel chuckled in a bad French accent when she cups him through his boxers, and felt him grow harder. She pumped his length excitedly, watched his face contort in pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut, while her thumb rubbed his tip. "Allegro!" she laughed, her head thrown back. "I'm a ballerina!"
He bucked in her hand, and nodded hurriedly in agreement. "The best fucking ballerina there ever was!"
"Ya got that right!"
Her motions on him ceased, and his eyes opened one at a time when her weight on his thighs went missing too. He watched in amazement as a pair of pink, damp panties rolled down her creamy thighs.
"Hey, Dip," she smirked as she kicked off her underwear, and crawled back on top of him. Her fingers curled into his waistband, and she eased his boxers to his knees, which he happily wiggled the rest of the way down and flung off, leaving him in nothing but socks and a bandana.
"Hmm?"
"You think there's room for two, in this tutu?" she asked with a smirk, her eyebrows waggled playfully.
He poked out his bottom lip, head tilted to the side as he pretended to ponder it over, deft fingers dug into the layers of colorful frills, and fluffed them. He then nodded, and his eyes snapped back to hers. He grinned wickedly.
"Heck yeah, there is," he cheered, and captured her sweet lips with his. He flipped them over, his tongue languidly glided down her neck. She wiggled beneath him as he sucked on her pulse point, leaving love bites before he kissed the top of each breast, above her belly button...And then a veil of colors shrouded him, his face between her legs. He rested his head on her inner thigh, and inhaled the sweet musk.
"Hmm. Talk nerdy to me," she chimed before she imitated a sax. Dipper chuckled, and pressed a kiss on her bud. Her hips had instantly bucked.
"Dipper used lick," he whispered, tongue circling her outer lips. She shivered, a barely audible moan shuddered out. Her taste was indescribable, unlike anything he ever had before. He flicked the tip of tongue over her swollen bud. Her walls convulsed, her soft thighs snapped shut, locking him between them. "It's super effective," he muttered into her before he dove in, tongue ravishing her.
Mabel cried out, her passionate whimpers and moaned echoed in her brother's ears. It felt so amazing, her body jerked and spasm.
"God Dipper...Please don't stop. God." Mabel gripped the top of his head like reins, and desperately rolled her hips. "Don't stop. Don't stop. don't stop!"
And he didn't. A groan rumbled in his chest, and he ground his erection into the bed. She smacked his shoulder, over and over until she bucked, back arched.
"Sweet butterscotch!" she cried as tiny ripples shot through her system while she came.
When her legs go limp, Dipper chuckled and eased out from under the tutu. He licked and smacked his shiny lips, hazy eyes proudly glanced over Mabel's blissful smile and heaving chest.
"What ya gawkin' at, partner?" Mabel guffaws in her best western accent.
"Just your pretty face...I love your face, Mabes" he told her dreamily. He crawled up and kissed her cheek. She could smell herself on him, which made her crack up.
"It's not the only part of me you love."
Dipper laughed, his insides feeling fuzzy. "Good point, good point. I could vacation down there." He gazed longingly into her eyes, and his fingertips brushed up and down sides. He grinned. "But, counterpoint, I love all of you."
"Aw, you mushy potato," she cackled, and pushed him off her. "I love you too!" She swung her leg over him and sat on his lap, a wicked smile on her face. "Now it's time to saddle up!" she declared joyously, and pecked a kiss on his forehead.
She scooted back, and took his girth into her soft hand. Hard, yet soft. Flushed, and incredibly warm. Dew drops of precum rose from his slit as her thumb brushed and circled the head. She giggled and bent over, her hair fell and tickled his stomach. She licked him clean, and suckled his tip, her hand pumped his ridged shaft and Dipper's bones became jelly.
With a pop, she sat back up, her hair flipped back over her shoulders. She gave her barely breathing brother a cheeky grin, and slid her hand down to his base while the other hand pulled up her tutu.
Mabel remembers how her heart fluttered in her chest in that moment. She remembers her uninhibited laughter, and how perfectly he stretched her, inch by inch.
Dipper remembers how ragged his breathing had gotten, and how a laugh would hiccup in between inhaling and exhaling. He remembers how wet and decadent her satiny walls felt around him.
And both their stomach churns at how incredible Mabel riding him had been. Her tutu had blocked his view of their joined bodies and tickled his skin. The feeling of wanting it again lingered faintly, which makes them feel even more disgusted with themselves.
But it had felt good. Had to, for Mabel must have screamed how good it felt a million times over that night, and Dipper had readily agreed with a "fuck, yeah!"
Her nails had dug into his shoulders, and she shrieked when Dipper wrapped his arms around her back and rolled them over. He thrust into her desperately, barely gliding out before he slammed back in. The bed creaked for mercy, the headboard rammed a dent into the plaster wall. His green whistle swung wildly between them. It knocked against Mabel's bouncing breasts with every upward thrust, and swung back to collide into Dipper.
They exchanged ardent kisses as Mabel pivoted hips until she was back on top. Dipper's hands clung to her waist, the beads on his wrist rattled as her hips rocked and jounced. She bit her lip, a playful smile coming and going.
He stared into her eyes, and she back at his...There was something so open, so raw, about that moment that it made them choke on the air. A tidal wave of emotions flooded their systems, sparking their insides. It was too much for Dipper to take, so he was the first to break eye contact. Eyes squeezed shut, head tossed to the side, he grunts along with Mabel as he explodes.
"Oh shit," he cursed under his breath as he came, hard, inside her, her walls convulsing around him, and his entire body a tingly mess of nerves.
Mabel stayed upright, palms pressed against his chest, as they tried to catch their breaths. A few seconds later, laughter rung in Dipper's ears. It took him a moment to realize that it was him that was laughing, the fact that he had just had sex with his sister hadn't even registered.
What had registered was "that...That was fucking awesome!"
"Heck, yeah!" Mabel snickered in agreement, and they high fived each other for a job well done. She then rested her forehead on his sweaty chest, the clumped glitter there stinking to her skin. "Let's do it again!"
"Yeah!" Dipper cheered, before he rolled her on her back and bucked his hips. She squeaked out a laugh.
"Wowzers. Not right now! Geez, eager beaver. I need a breather, duh doi."
"Right, right," he nodded, but stayed atop her.
Her body shook with laughter when she felt him soften inside her, which caused his member to slide out of her. This made them both howl in laughter. Dipper flopped to his side, and Mabel curled over to face him, as they giggled.
When they calmed down, noses inches apart, they gazed into each other's eyes.
Mabel smiled at him, and her insides somersaulted when he grinned back lazily. She snorted, her cheeks redden, and her eyes darted away when she smacked his shoulder.
"Dang, Dip, you are just too attractive right now. ...I think it's the bandana."
"Oh?" he laughed, while his pointer finger scratched at his goatee. "You sure it's not just me?"
"Nah, it's most definitely the bandana that's doing things to me. I must harness the hotness!" They giggled as she eased it off his head. Mabel used her teeth to undo the knot, and retied it lopsidedly on her head, over her own bandana. "There!"
"So am I less hot now?"
She blinked. His brown curls had fallen into his face, the lazy, crooked grin curving his mouth made her stomach drop.
"Well, donkey spittle. You're even hotter. Your whole bod is janking me up, man."
She keeled over on her belly, and wiggled her way to the opposite end of the bed. She tugged off his socks and gave out a feigned exasperated sigh.
"Even your feet got the goods!" she yelled in amazement, and caressed the smooth top of his foot. He squirmed and laughed, his foot unable to escape her grasp. She holds a toe between her thumb and pointer finger, and wiggled it. "This little piggy is hot stuff. And this little piggy? Also hot stuff..."
Dipper scoffed and kicked his foot away.
"Well, you're hotter stuff."
"That so, bro? How hot?"
"Super nova, girl," he sung and they fell into giggles for the millionth time that night. She nipped at his ankle, and shook her head.
"But seriously, your feet, Dipper. They're blowing my mind, right now. You don't even have hair on your toes."
"Hey, I have toe hair."
"Whatever, man. Your feet are just so model worthy, ya know? I bet they look good in anything. In fact..." She trailed off, and peeled off her own striped socks to put them on his magnificent feet. "Yep! Just as I thought! Runway ready, baby!"
He lifted his feet in the air and wiggled his toes. "They did look good, don't they?"
"Mega level good."
He beamed at her before he sat up, grabbed her and pulled her back up to the top of the bed. Dipper nuzzled his face in the crook of Mabel's neck, and snuggled into her. He didn't want to stop touching her...Kissing her...
"Oh no," Mabel smirked, and squirmed away from his kisses. "Ya gotta walk the catwalk if you want another ride on the rainbow express."
He tilted his head back, his eyebrow rose as he stared into her twinkling eyes in disbelief. "You're not serious?"
She nodded. He laughed.
"You're really serious?"
"Yep," she chimed, and tapped his nose.
"Can't we just cuddle, man?"
"Nope," she quickly replied, and pushed him to the edge of the bed. "Now put on a show, me boy. Mabel likes to be entertained."
"Alright, alright," Dipper chuckled, and waved off the hand that was shoving him. "Prepare to be amazed, or whatever."
Mabel squealed, and hopped up as he rolled off the bed, completely naked sans Mabel's socks and the whistle necklace. He placed the tip of the whistle between his teeth, a crooked grin on his face. There was no awkward stumbling, or bashfulness. He stood immediately before the foot of the bed, a hand behind his head, the other outstretched in front of him. He proceeded to blow the whistle in time to each jerk of his hips, and the spastic rhythm of the sprinkler dance.
Mabel fell into a giggling fit.
"Wait, wait, wait!" she hollered in the midst of laughter. "I got the perfect song for this moment!"
She bounced over to her nightstand, fiddled around with her mp3 player for a few seconds, and then a song began to play.
Dipper nodded his head to the upbeat tune, and started to skip and sway.
"Yo, c'mon. Move this! Shake that body! Shake that body," Mabel sung along with the song, and snapped her fingers at Dipper who had return to dancing, this time doing the robot with the whistle being blown in time to his mechanical movements.
"Shake that body for me!"
He slowly shut down, bent over and the whistle blowing died. The whistle fell free from his mouth, and he bolted up and stiffly moon-walked away from the bed. Mabel squealed and clapped in jubilation when he peeked up at her, and winked. He shimmied from side to side, and Mabel shrieked and keeled over from giggling at the sight of his flaccid member moving like a leaf in the wind.
His head flew back in hearty laughter, but he quickly cooled his expression into sexy male model mode as he jumped up, grabbed his right ankle behind his back in mid air, and landed on one foot. Eyes squinted, lips pouted, Dipper placed his left hand at the back of his head and flapped his arm as his torso flung in and out with each yank of his ankle.
"Woo!" Mabel hollered as he hopped around like an idiot, tripped on a stuffed panda bear, and had to do a weird windmill can-can combo to keep from falling on his face.
Back on two feet, he grinned at Mabel who had reverted to snapping and singing along to the song. He pretended to flick up the visor of the imaginary cowboy hat on his head. His hand rose to the air as he took his stance, and his wrist twirled with such force his upper body undulated. He leaped forward, imaginary lasso still revolving above him. He hopped again. dishing out his lasso and it looped around the giggling girl.
Mabel gasped at her sudden capture. He tugged on the rope, and she jerked her body forward, off the bed and slide across the floor until she was wrangled in at his rainbow socked feet.
She floundered on the floor for a bit before she eased onto her knees. He helped her up, but not before she bites at his thigh. Dipper pulled her into an embrace, and his lips moved to meet hers but she spun away.
"What?" he laughed. "Were you not entertained?"
"As far as mating dances go, that was eh," she told him with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Oh, and you can do better?" he challenged just as the song fades, It's Raining Men soon took it's place in the backdrop.
"Yep!" Mabel yelled. She jumped on her bed, and continued to hop while she screeched like a dying parrot. Her tutu flared up as she jumped, revealing round cheeks. Dipper joined on her on the bed and bounced along side her, and nodded his head at her. Her arms flapped and she blew him kisses before she squawked in his face.
"Huh," Dipper chuckled with a tilt of the head. "I'm weirdly turned on by this. So I guess you win."
"Yay!" Mabel cheered, and dropped to her butt on the bed. He followed her down, and quickly scooped her up in his arms, kissing her sweet lips over and over. She laughed and squirmed in his embraced, yet returned each kiss. She wiggled and Dipper wiggled with her, unwilling to let her escape until they both tumbled over to the floor. Mabel cackled, hobbled up on her feet and darted away. But Dipper was right behind her, and chased her around her dorm room until he was able to pin her to the wall.
"So is the mating ritual over?" Dipper breathed into ear, and her face became flushed.
"Well, Dipper," she said as her eyebrows waggled, "Ya gotta do a certain something before it can be completely over."
He nodded and kissed her hard and ardently, despite being winded. Dipper picked her up, and her legs wrapped around his waist. She felt him grow hard, and she smiled with his bottom lip between her teeth.
They had sex a total of five times that night. The second right against that wall, under her Anything is Possible poster that bares a unicorn's silhouette in front of a rainbow. The third time is immediately after, on the floor. Mabel's nails had clawed at Dipper's back, and fireworks exploded behind her brother's eyes.
Afterwards, Mabel's phone had beeped, a text message sent from her friend asking about the rave. She didn't answer. Instead she cuddled up next to Dipper on the floor, and they scrolled through Amazon on her phone and looked up books from their childhood. They found an anti-drug one, starring a caterpillar named Mac. A new book only costed eighty one dollars, which amazed them, and Dipper tapped the 'add to cart' button in enthusiasm at the steal. But the phone was quickly forgotten when Mabel found a heart shaped bubble wand on the floor, and they spent twenty minutes tossing bubble making liquid on each other.
They had made it back to the bed by the fourth time. It was calm and lazy, with them laying on their sides as he hit it from the back. They then laid in a sweaty heap, Mabel's mp3 still played. The Breakfast Club's Don't You (Forget About Me) had played, and the twins both sung along. Mabel had removed one of her clip on flower earrings, and snapped it on Dipper's ear. He then rose his fist triumphantly in the air, and for some reason that made Mabel want to crawl between his legs.
But Bender always did make her fan herself.
But after that, they were spent. Their high was just beginning to fade as they fell asleep around three in the morning.
Now, only three hours later, the twins lay in horror as every gory detail of last night replays in their head.
Dipper's balled up under the bed, wide eyed as he mutters "this isn't happening," over and over.
On top of the bed, Mabel is hyperventilating. She and Dipper did the do! She's a dirty brother doer! Dipper's a dirty sister booty tapper, and she's a dirty brother doer! She tries to clear her mind by shaking her head. But it's hard to forget when she's almost naked and sticky with sweat. Parts of her tutu are stiff, and crusted with something white...
Yuck.
"Molly, why have you betrayed me?" Mabel whines under her blanket, face beet red. She should have listened to McGruff the crime dog, and stayed away from drugs. She should have listened Sheriff Blubs, and said "Uh-uh, no no, Bibbity-Bop Ka-Zow! I can't be pressured, no way, no how!" the first time she went out with her friends and was offered the capsule. If only she had listened! Then that crazy mess of a night would not have happened!
"Mabel?" Dipper's uncertain voice penetrates her protective blanket cocoon. She doesn't reply. Instead she tries to bury herself deeper into the covers.
Nope. No Mabel here. Just another sheet on the bed. Cotton. Cotton. Not Mabel, the girl that did the nasty tango with her brother last night. Nope. Just plain, ol' cotton sheets.
Dipper pokes the bump in the mattress above him, and Mabel yelps. The young college man then wiggles out from under the bed, sitting up on his knees to look at his sister clinging to a sheet. Both their cheeks are red, and eye contact hardly lasts more than a second. But they have to talk about this...Dipper sheepishly rubs his neck.
"Um, about last night," Dipper starts awkwardly, his voice wavering. Mabel lets out an embarrassed squeak, hiding her face in her hands and shaking her head.
"No. No no no no no. Shhh," Mabel cries, almost hysterically. They had said so many things...Done so many things last night. There was no way to fix this. Their relationship will be forever changed! They can't even look at each other and ...and... And goodness, she's so tired right now. "Drugs are bad, Dipper. Molly ain't no friend of mine."
"Exactly!" Dipper exclaims, making Mabel look at him. "It was the pill, okay? Last night...That didn't mean anything. We're not...We don't...It was the Molly, not us."
Mabel stares at her brother and his tired eyes. The Sailor Moon song plays again for the umpteenth time, and Dipper finally picks the cat clock up, shutting it off and placing it back on her nightstand next to her dead mp3 player.
Had it just been purely the MDMA? Mabel certainly have gotten handsy before, after taking it, but those past experiences pale in comparison to last night. But it's a heck of a lot easier to say, "Y-yeah. You're right, bro."
He smiles at her weakly, and she gives it her best effort to smile back. But the action makes their cheeks hurt, both mumbling "ow," and rubbing their faces. They gaze into the other's eyes, their insides doing flips. Their eyes dart away, and Mabel yawns even though she wants to scream to the heavens.
"Um...Let's just...Let's just go back to sleep. We got a long drive ahead of us," Dipper says softly, laying back down on the floor. Mabel nods, liking the sound of catching more Z's. So she tosses her frog pillow down to him, and curls up in her bed.
"Thanks," he whispers, fluffing the pillow and burying his face in it. It smells like her hair, and he hates the fact that he likes the scent.
"You're welcome," Mabel mutters, closing her eyes. Her bed feels empty without him next to her, and she frowns.
It was the Molly, they both mentally repeat. The Molly.
