#fuckingonabloodytable

Just as Dipper had finished his sentence he looked Mabel dead in the eyes as his hand slowly crept out of the curves of her figure and moved up to her chest. He watched as she dropped into his chest and lay there panting out of breath. A few tufts of her hair flew into Dipper’s face, leaving him in the same state as Mabel. The strawberry scented shampoo that she loved to use on her hair had sent Dipper into a wild frenzy, he attempted to control his flow of air but it didn’t work. He could feel her breath against the thin layer of his shirt, it spread throughout the hairs on his body and sank into his skin. If Mabel was this into it, there’s no way he could back out now. He’d already crossed the line, what’s the point in going back? If he was going to fuck his sister, he would have to go all out. It was then that Dipper remembered something his Grunkle Stan had told him. ‘Kid, if you’re gonna do something wrong don’t half ass it. Either you go big or you go home pal’. If that’s the case, then from this day forward he won’t be able to look at his sister the same way again.

 While Dipper had been contemplating about banging his sister, Mabel had still been dazed from the moment he forced her down and took a hold of her chest. He had just grabbed it though, nothing else, didn’t squeeze them or tease them. She decided to make the next move and grab Dipper’s hand, which took him out of his imaginative state. She let go of his shoulders and leaned back up to where they were both locking eyes again. Mabel thrusted Dipper’s hand against her chest and squeezed it as hard as she could. He could feel the soft texture of them as she wrapped her hands around his. Mabel gave out a soft moan ‘oh Dipper…’, she tried to coax him into using his other hand by letting go of one of hers. She wanted him to use his other hand for her chest, but Dipper had other plans. As he reached for his other hand she let down both of hers to rest them on his shoulders. He raised his hand and moved it across the side of her hips, Mabel thought that this would be an odd path to her left breast but she didn’t mind, the build up was all worth it. However, before Mabel could realise what had happened, his hand was gripping her ass. He could feel the soft folds of her skin as he started to pick his hand up off of it. ‘Hey don’t st-’ Dipper slammed his hand back down onto her behind before Mabel could finish her sentence. A shock of pure heaven overwhelmed her body, an unimaginable tingle of excitement and passion burst inside of her. She wanted more, and she needed it now.

 Dipper could see how that slick move had affected his sister, the stunned look on her face and tiny moan she tried to hide put it all into perspective. He wanted to move this forward, he couldn’t just stop here. Mabel had suddenly felt herself being hoisted up against Dipper’s waist, he picked her up and paced towards the kitchen table. Where he gently laid her down back against the plastic surfacing, the smooth texture allowed her to relax against it’s cool surface rather than her brother’s warm body. She lay flat as her brother began to speak in a hushed but soothing voice that sent butterflies in between her legs, ‘now i am going to be on top Mabes…’.

 Mabel felt her legs being gripped as she slid her way to the end of the table where Dipper was waiting. He let go of his grip when she arrived at his end and bent over to massage her breasts again. The soft motion of the squeezing and massaging caused Mabel to toss and turn on the table. She couldn’t help but inch forward in every direction the moment he tightened his grip. He then slipped his hand underneath her skirt and went for the hidden location. The move woke Mabel up from her dazed state as she realized that this was it now. They were really going to do it on their kitchen table. Dipper kept rubbing his hand against the soft fabric of her panties, the feeling of his fingers sweeping past her skin lifted her up further into a space of pure sensation. She could feel the bands of her skirt fall off as Dipper started to pull her skirt away from her legs and onto the floor. Just when her skirt had touched the floor there was a loud bang on the front door. The twins looked at each other shocked, they knew that they had to be faster than light, if they were to ever get out of this predicament without any evidence left behind.

 Mabel lept off the table and quickly scrambled for her skirt as Dipper waddled over to the sink with a stiffy in his pants. She turned the tap to ice cold and began to splash cold water on his face repeatedly. As soon as Mabel had finished fastening her skirt she had done just the same. They both dried their faces with kitchen towels and looked into the mirror for any lasting effects. Thankfully they were both back to their normal states. Seeing as how Dipper still had a half chub going, Mabel had to open the door. She threw her jumper over her head and began to shoot her arms out through the holes. Her brother awkwardly waddled over to his seat and hid his lap underneath the safety of the table. Mabel walked over to the door and used her house keys to open the door, her parents were standing before her with tons of groceries in their hands. ‘Darling be a good girl and help me carry this inside, don’t worry your dad’s got most of the heavy work himself’, her mother pleaded. ‘Sure, no problem maaaaam’ Mabel trailed off her speech at the end to distract her mother in case Dipper was still stalking a few inches. She took the groceries inside and sat them on the kitchen counter, she turned around to look at Dipper who was hiding his face underneath his old cap.