The sound of angry shouting dims when he slides the glass door shut. Tall grass scratches at his calves as he ventures outside, making a beeline to the tree in middle their yard. Crickets (or maybe it’s cicadas?) chirp wildly as the sun fades into a summer night. The sky’s a soft purple, and Dipper can already spot the moon peaking out. He rubs his ankle, trying to rid the prickly feeling of the grass from his skin.
"Hey Mabes," Dipper shouts, looking up into the vast tree branches above him. "You still up there?"
"Yep!" Mabel’s voice calls back. "One sec."
A faded yellow rope ladder comes tumbling down a few seconds later. Inspecting the frayed ends, he makes a mental note to replace the ladder as he climbs up into the tree house. Soft music, just loud enough to drown the sound of the whirring fan, fills the little house. He smiles when he sees her sitting in her rainbow beanbag chair, under the soft glow of the Christmas lights that lines the ceiling. Her sweater has been cast aside, leaving her in a pink sports bra and a pair of shorts with little white hearts on them. He blinks, feeling his cheeks grow warm after his eyes linger a tad too long on the length of her creamy bare legs.
He ducks his head, avoiding a low hanging string of star beads, as he walks over to sit next her. She tugs and pulls his red beanbag chair, her bangles clinking and chiming violently, until their sides were smashed together. She grins, pecking a kiss on his nose.
"Nothing, really. Wanted to be with you."
"Oh yeah?” she asks suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows. He rolls his eyes, indignant, but his cheeks burn crimson despite himself.
"N-not like that. I just…Just wanted to hang, is all.”
She giggles, nodding in understanding before stealing a quick kiss.
"So what are the ‘rents up to?" she asks, rocking and propelling herself up out her chair. He watches as she turns off their old CD player and pulls out the small TV they kept up here. She quickly sets it up, popping in Little Shop of Horrors. She glances over her shoulder at him, and he sighs and looks away. Rolling her eyes, she frowns. “Googly moogly, they’re at it again?”
He nods, she pouts and both let the subject drop. There isn’t really much else to say. So she falls back into her seat, snuggling into him. He wraps an arm around her, pulling her closer, and silently watches the film as she hums along to the opening song.
Mabel’s been on a random musical kick, and Dipper’s sat through this one and others exactly twenty eight times over the pass two weeks. But even though his interest in the movie isn’t that high at this point, he still enjoys having her so close to him. That’s really the best part of the tree house.
Sure, it’s great for a bit of solitude or when either just want to get away from their parent’s constant bickering.
But what he really likes is that up here, above the world, he can feel free to hold her close, inhale her, sink into her warmth…Just enjoy her with no fear or guilt.
His eyes drift shut, his face nuzzling into her hair, as he takes comfort in being with her. He isn’t certain what’ll happen to them if their parents finally throw in the towel, nor does he want to really think about it. But this time next year, they’ll be packing up for college, so maybe it didn’t really matter. Their family unit is going to break apart one way or another.
He hugs her tighter.
Sensing his sudden anxiety, Mabel pulls back to look up at him. He opens his eyes to find her softly smiling at him.
"It’ll be okay, bro."
And he isn’t really certain if she knows exactly what he’s feeling right now, but he takes her word for it. He relaxes, and she flops back down. Resting her head on his chest, she goes back to watching the movie.
Not too long after, her fingers drum on his stomach, creeping lower and lower until reaching his thigh. He bites his lip, trying to focus on the small screen in front of them, but she’s giggling relentlessly throughout Grow for Me. Because comfort isn’t the only reaction he has from being so close to her.
She uses two fingers to walk up and down the somewhat hard lump in his shorts like a lost traveler. "Boing boing." Her fingers then ‘jump’ excitedly, and Mabel laughs at the feeling of him getting harder with each poke.
"M-Mabel. Wait a second."
She stops poking him, smirking and sliding her hand over his bulge, lingering and pressing him against her palm.
He looks into her playful eyes, his stomach fluttering and his cock twitching at the sight of her devilish smile. Her nails gently grazes over him, his brain fogging over and he forgets why he’s talking. Why is he talking?
He pulls her into a kiss, and she happily leans into it. Pushing herself more fully onto him, her hand never ceasing its movement on him while she nibbles on his bottom lip. His hand curls into her hair, tugging her deeper into the kiss, his tongue rolling over hers. She tastes naturally sweet, like honey. It’s addicting, and he loses himself in devouring her lips.
He lets out the softest of grunts when Mabel’s fingers drift away from him and up to his zipper. She laughs on his lips, never fully breaking the kiss. It takes a few tries, but she manages to unbutton him one handed, letting out a victorious noise that vibrates on his lips down to his gut. She slips her hand inside, giving him a light squeeze.
He lets out a pleasured hiss, effectively breaking the kiss when his head flings back, almost hitting the wall. She strokes him casually over his boxers, her intensity lowering by the second until she’s limply holding his harden shaft.
"Mabel?" he asks, opening his eyes. She jumps a bit, startled, and laughs as she turns her attention away from the TV.
"Whoops. Sorry bout that, hombre."
She looks down at her hand, biting her lip nervously as she watches her curious fingers ease inside the slit of his boxers, fishing him out. They both gasp.
"Wowzers," she murmurs, glancing him over with wide, excited eyes. Shifting her weight, she rubs her thighs together, in need of a bit of friction.
Her fingers, cool against his hard erection, dances over his length in feather light touches. He shivers; she smirks. She’s never touched him without some kind of clothing barrier before. The difference is kind of amazing. She wraps her hand around the base, his breath coming out faster. He’s so warm and hard, and yet it still feels soft. Like steal covered in velvet? She shrugs at her inner thoughts, stroking her palm over the ridged skin. The engorged head is so flushed. So pink it’s almost red. Her inquisitive thumb sweeps over it, a tiny droplet of precum dripping onto her.
She giggles at his labored breaths, making him let out an embarrassed whine. She gives his blushing cheek a reassuring kiss before looking at him again. She lifts an eyebrow as she strokes his girth. She then grins widely.
“Ya know Dip, it kinda looks like a little monster.”
A soft giggle escaped her lips when she gives him a light squeeze. The only response he can muster is an airy breath. She rocks it from side to side, watching the head redden more.
"Feed me, Seymour " she sings in the manliest voice she could muster, still moving him around like a toy . "Feed me all night long."
"God, Mabel," Dipper groans, covering his face with his hand as he bites his lip.
"Please don’t…don’t sing."
"Stop," he laughs outright, unable to look at her. She laughs along with him. But then her hand is pumping over him (albeit a bit clumsily), and the laughter dissolves into heavy breaths and excited grunts. She pumps harder and faster, gaining confidence with every flick of her wrists.
And maybe she’s holding him a little too firmly, and going a little too fast. But it doesn’t hurt enough for him to try and stop her ministrations. It actually feels pretty damn amazing. Her small, soft hand feels amazing. This is amazing. She’s amazing. Everything’s amazing!
And he’s close. He can feel it begin to coil in his bellybutton, tighter and tighter with each stroke of her hand.
"Ugh," Mabel grumbles in slight frustration. Using her other hand, she grabs onto the working arm, determinedly bobbing it up and down to keep up the momentum. "My hand’s getting tired."
"O-okay. Okay," he hears himself telling her in a heavy breath, but he isn’t really certain what he’s okaying. Mabel takes it as an okay to stop, but stubbornly keeps stroking until her hand is on the verge of cramping up.
"Geez," Mabel whines, letting him go to flex her wrist. Dipper catches his breath, the edge slowly drifting away. "Sorry," she whispers a second later, her voice lacking its usual vibrancy.
Dipper shakes his head, reaching out to cup her face and kiss her the best he could. “N-no, it’s okay. Really. That was…That was great.”
She smiles softly at that. She glances down at his still exposed member, licking her lips as an idea pops into her head. Hand on his chest, she gently shoves him back fully into his seat. Her hands trail down his clothed torso, over his hips and thighs, back up, and then down again. Her fingers curl into his shorts and boxers, carefully pulling them down so that they pooled around his ankles. On the floor, she crawls in between his open knees, looking up at him through her dark lashes with a soft smile. His heart skips a beat.
He’s never seen anything more beautiful.
"You know don’t have to —"
"Yeah, yeah. I know."
She then leans forward, giving the underside of his cock a hot, languid lick. Dipper’s eyes flutter, letting out the loudest, wobbliest groan. The sound was both sexy and humorous to her ears, and she giggles softly, her breath tickling the newly dampen skin. He shivers and twitches in her hand.
His shaky hands immediately find their way into her dark tresses. Okay, if her hands are amazing, then this is incredible.
Her hand wraps around his base, and she kisses her way up his shaft. her tongue slipping out to lap about the head and firmly lick and taste the semi-clear fluid building up on the slit.
He shudders, biting back a moan when she eases him inch by inch into her warm mouth. The little that couldn’t fit is teased and stroked by her fingers while her tongue swirls around him.
She hasn’t a clue if she’s doing this right. But he’s breathing hard, softly sputtering nonsense as she sucks and slurps him. And that’s really all the encouragement she needs to giggle and suck with more gusto.
He resists the urge to buck his hips, and tries hard to keep eye contact. But every time their eyes connect, a bolt of electricity splits him. Her eyes are so dark and wild. Her pink lips curled in a smile around him. And sweet heavens, he loves her. He loves her so much. He wants to tell her. Tell her she’s incredible, beautiful, talented…Fuck, is she talented. It’s really all too much. His brain keeps shutting on and off, his mouth moving but no real words coming out. His eyes close on their own accord. His fingers alternating between massaging her scalp and twisting her locks. The coil in his gut once again becoming tight.
"Tell me when you’re close, okay?" she tells him, her voice lofty. He nods, and she takes him back in with an enthusiastic suck. His head rolls back, hitting the wall behind him, but the pain doesn’t register. Not even a little bit.
"Close," he moans softly. She hums in the delight, the vibration shutting his brain off completely. She sucks harder, pulling him against her tongue and closing her cheeks around. He bangs his head against the wall when she does it again, and again, and again, and…the coil springs.
He cries out, exploding into her mouth. She swallows, gently easing off him. She giggles triumphantly, wiping away the drool dripping down her chin.
That was…wow. Wow. Just wow.
He takes a few calming breaths before pulling her up into his lap, kissing her fiercely.
"Love you," he whispers on her lips, kissing her again and again.
"I. Love. You. Too. Broface," she responds between kisses, her giggling never ceasing.
His lips then travel from hers down to her neck. Gingerly, he pushes the sports bra up, halting his trail of kisses to admire her small, perky breast. He peeks up at her, as if asking permission, before latching onto a pink nipple.
She hums in appreciation as he suckles her breasts. His hands travel down her soft skin to her shorts. He detaches himself from her, letting her stand slightly to kick off the shorts he’s just undid.
Before he can instruct her to trade places with him so he can properly return the favor, Mabel sits in his lap. The damp crotch of her panties presses against him, immediately feeling him harden beneath her. They both moan.
She grinds into him, enjoying the feel of him twitching and enlarging against her. It feels good, and right, and it’s going to take some incredible control on both their parts not to get too carried away as she continues to blissfully roll her hips over him. He bucks his hips to meet her strokes, fingers cradling her waist as he goes back to her breast.
"I…I want to make you feel good, Mabel,” he whispers into her skin. She moans, grinding harder into him.
"You already do."
He smiles, kissing every inch of skin his lips can reach before boldly flicking his tongue over her nipples. Her head falls back, grinding and pressing herself against him, her fingers digging into his hair.
The twins freeze, their hearts beating rapidly for a whole new reason. They stare at each other blankly as their mother’s voice rings in their ears.
They jump apart, hurriedly standing and pulling their clothes back on.
"Are you two up there?"
"Y-yes!" Dipper shouts back, his voice cracking for the first time in years, as he zips up his shorts.
"Well come down. We’re going to eat dinner, like a family!” their mother shouts, her voice becoming strangely venomous at the end, most likely a shot at their father who’s most likely near by.
So Dipper and Mabel quickly help the other with adjusting their clothes and hair to a normal appearance.
"Be right down," Mabel calls out, Dipper placing her headband back in her hair. Mabel then sighs, sliding into her shoes while Dipper puts away the tiny TV, before walking to the rope ladder.
The interruption she can live with. But this dinner isn’t going to be easy to sit through, so Mabel frowns. Family dinners haven’t been easy for a long time.
Dipper places a hand on her shoulder, and she looks up at him with sad eyes. He kisses her cheek, squeezing her shoulder before resting his forehead against hers.
"It’ll be okay. We have each other."
She smiles and nods, pulling him into a quick hug before they both descend the tree back down to earth.