#pincest

It takes a slight second for Mabel to register what her brother had just said to her. Tie her up? When did he even plan something like that? It sounded spur of the moment to her, but the aura Dipper had presented before her told a different story. He was serious, full of confidence and ready to strike, a determined predator eyeing down their prey before the final bite.

As she began to ponder how and why, Dipped had started walking towards her side of the bed. Taking strides of boldness he soon showed himself in front of Mabel. She noticed something he hid within his left fist but he quickly seemed to drop it before she could see. It excited her, this confident Dipper had returned once again. When it happened this morning she couldn’t believe it. It felt like a cushioning blow, the rough play of her brother along with his tenacity to go all out made it all worthwhile.

Mabel felt herself looking down onto her bare legs, a patch of moonlight shone across both of her thighs. She looked deeply into them lost in thought, where would their relationship go after this? Would they go out with each other and keep it a secret? So many thoughts and so little time to prepare for the future. Just as Mabel began to fade out of her zombified state she noticed a shadow popping into view on her thighs, she looked up to see Dipper frustratingly taking his clothes off.

One by one, each piece of clothing seemingly flew into the corners of his bedroom. Mabel decided to follow after, noticing her own body temperature cooling down she needed a quick pump of passionate warmth and Dipper was the exact man for that job. Thinking in tune she plucks away at the back of her bra and yanks it off, only to fling it near a small desk Dipper had at the end of his bed. ‘Maybe he could use those when i’m not here’ she thought to herself ‘yeah...hehe he could probably sniff them and je-’, her thoughts were cut off by the instant embrace of two hands pushing against the soft bedding of her skin creating a cushioning blow of warmth and cold.

Her back lay flat against the thin lining of Dipper’s bed sheets. She felt the sudden touch of his lips against hers. A passive but rough touch to them a pattern Mabel couldn’t hope to mimic. She had to find a way against him though, it seemed hopeless for her at the moment. Dipper had already begun to bite down on her lower lip, popping it several times whenever he used his tongue inside her mouth. Mabel fired a quick shot back at him by using the soft side of her shin, pushing it across his groin.

There she had felt it. The sudden texture of Dipper between his legs. It had a sense of stiffness to it. A rock solid piece of stiffness. A peak of Dipper’s grip on Mabel’s arms began to spike when she started attempting this. A sharp but sudden disconnect between the two had Mabel notice that Dipper separated himself from her.

She heard his soft voice begin to speak, in a slow monotone echo ‘don’t get too cocky there Mabel…’. She took this as an act of intimidation, Dipper’s trying to be the one on top. Maybe another tease will put him in his place. ‘Or it’ll make him go haywire on me’, she thought to herself ‘hmm...now that i think about it the last one seems a WHOLE lot better’. She smiled warmly with her new plan, however she noticed that Dipper was leaning to the end of his bed attempting to grab something.

‘Dipper are you getting the r-rope?’

Wait, why did she feel her lips trembling? Surely she wasn’t afraid of this, no she wanted it more than anything. But as anything goes with a first timer, you end up diving into the unknown. It can be frightening, but within realising Dipper was at the wheel, she felt a wave of cold wind numbing her fear.

‘Well Mabes...since i don’t have any rope i’ve had to improvise..’

‘Oh...in w-what way?’ she felt herself scurrying to keep her body language comfortable.

‘I’ve had to use these for example…’ Dipper pulled up what appeared to be a tie, something Mabel would call a school tie.

‘O-oh okay…’

‘Mabel you okay? You seem a little nervous…’

She couldn’t believe it herself, here she was about to make or break a night with her brother and of all things her mind was in the way.  She didn’t want to be nervous, she wanted to feel excited. Imagining the ropes around her wrists and legs keeping her bound up tight and all of being done by Dipper kept her blood pumping. She had to knock it back, something, anything firing back would surely mean arousing or rough housing. Both were perfectly fine with her.

‘No i am fine...and besides someone like you probably wouldn’t tie me up tight anyway…’

Bingo. This would make the magic happen. The offence would surely reward her in the end. She felt the stare, a stare of pure lust and frustration. Her brother’s eyes wide, his lips separated through the cut of his teeth biting down. Looking to his left hand she saw the length of the tie within it, half and half popping out of both ends of his fist.

‘Oh you’ve done it now Mabel…’

‘Huh?’

Dipper leant forward to pick her up by the side of her waist, tightening his back he flipped Mabel onto her stomach with her arms freely behind her. She willingly unleashed the beast. Dipper grabbed the ends of her wrists and began to push them together, positioning them both near the ends of Mabel’s waist. It felt surreal to her, she felt the true force of surrendering yourself to a lover. Letting herself be controlled because of her trust. Dipper’s hands moving about her small fragile body, all the while she knew her mind was slowly begging for more. It all connected together.

Dipper had started to tie her forearms together, positioning her arms against each other in tight 90 degree angles. After letting go he stared down to admire his own work, something only he could ever attempt. He turned over his sister to see her smiling warmly back at him.

They both knew what was going to happen next, no words needed to be exchanged. Dipper pushed himself slowly forward to link his lips with Mabel’s. The fire that Mabel had missed ignited back within her, the close intimacy that connected their mouths had sent her mind stargazing.

But Dipper wanted more. He couldn’t stop here it just wasn’t enough for him. He traced his finger through the lines of Mabel’s skin, travelling along the nape of her neck and down to her chest. She felt an immediate spark of heat rise within her chest. Dipper’s hand had suddenly reached out to the sweet spot on her breast.

He cured his fingers around her nipple, small soft circles repeating the patterns that made Mabel’s hands twitch the most. He saw her slight moments of struggle, her fingers waving at the side of her waist, as she desperately tried to grab hold of something. But she couldn’t.

She couldn’t grab anything or anyone, her only hope was to swat her fingers around and twitch her toes. It excited Dipper to insane lengths. His blood always began to boil when he saw it. To say it turned him on would be an understatement. By this time Mabel’s breath was haggard, her throat and lips dry. She needed more. It wasn’t enough. Her breathless moans had tired her lungs out.

She picked her head up from the mattress of the bed to see Dipper still head first in her chest. A small but quiet ‘Dipper…’ is all that managed to escape.

‘What?’ Dipper looked up from his view to stare at Mabel.

Now that he had stopped she would finally be able to catch her breath again.

‘Look..whew you need t-’

‘You’ve been talking enough already…’

‘Well...maybe if you let me talk you’d know!’ she thought to herself, why did he have to keep cutting her off? She was only trying to tell him something.

The midnight moon had never looked so gloomy in Dipper’s eyes, the bedroom window reflected its gaze against his wall. It felt cold, yet calming to his own psyche. He thought staring into its path would calm his nerves for what would happen tonight. It only helped a little but not much. Still he had to be confident, guys should always be confident in places like this, or so he thought. If he was the one who wasn’t up to it what would Mabel think? She’d probably back off and he’d never get another chance with her ever again.

Thinking about this type of stuff always made his head hurt. He preferred mysteries and intelligent puzzles. He wasn’t so good at controlling his emotional side when it came to situations like this. He always wished he could just ignore these types of feelings in hope of pursuing his wishes in life. But ever since he experienced Mabel’s touch, her scent and her lips, his body didn’t feel like switching out the lights. His gaze turned to his cupboard looking into it he noticed a couple of his old school ties, hanging at the edge of it. He felt an idea snap into his brain and instantly took hold of it.

Mabel was in a trance like state staring up at the ceiling of her bedroom. But she wasn’t experiencing the same emotions Dipper was going through, she instead started to fantasize about all the things they could do together. He could go rough on her, soft or even a little between the middle. ‘I guess it all depends on how he feels though’ she thought to herself. Many ideas came to mind in that moment, but she had a primary one which kept picking away at her. Maybe she could do a little strip tease show for Dipper in his bedroom. ‘Oh damn...that would probably make him really horny..yeah i’m gonna go with that approach to good old Dippy’. With this idea in mind she hopped out of bed, in her lacy bra and panties and began to walk to her bedroom door.

Opening her door slightly she checked the empty barren hallway for any signs of life. Nothing seemed present in her book. Stepping out into the darkness of the hallway felt rather scary for her. It still haunted her as a child, what she couldn’t see or predict often did such a thing. To shake herself away from the fear she picked up her hand that held her cellphone and shone it at maximum brightness. Luckily there was no demon to meet her when she shone it against the thin walls of the corridor. Using the new field of vision she crept across the wooden planks beneath her and unto the door of her brother.

Upon hearing a knock at his door Dipper didn’t know what to do. How did people even ready themselves for something like this? Was there a formal invitation? Did they just pounce on each other breathless and desperate for the other’s body? He didn’t know, he thought that if he mistakenly threw her off then she’d never do this with him again. But then he felt a kick in the rear, it was his consciousness. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ he kept asking himself ‘what happened to the Dipper at the kitchen table this afternoon? Did he all of a sudden just get buried six feet deep? You gotta bring back that dominant action you had back there, she was loving it.’ his mind did have a point, why was he so nervous now, when at the table he was taking control of everything? Being the dominant person in the standoff between them two. He had to show her what he was really made of. No more snapping back between confidence and fear. It was now or never.

He shot himself up out of bed and pushed himself towards the door. Lashing his hands at the door he swung it open to see Mabel standing there, in her lacy bra and panties. ‘Oh, hey Dip...so y-’ before she could even start to tease him Dipper had already lunged at her with his lips. Pressing his against hers, she felt it, an instant connection. The one that she had felt that afternoon. The soft curve of his mouth caressed the shape of hers. He soon let his hands travel down to her waist as he pulled her forwards and into his bedroom shutting the door behind her. Mabel was still shocked, she didn’t know what to do. All this time she had felt like the one in control, when it seemed like Dipper wanted to turn the tables. He separated himself away from her lips for just a second and hoisted Mabe’s body into his own grasp, like a princess carry.

There he walked her over to the bed all the meanwhile Mabel was quickly trying to catch her breath. But Dipper wasn’t going to let her get off that easily. He placed her against the bedsheets and walked over towards his cupboard.

‘Dip what are you doing?’

‘It’s alright Mabes you just sit tight..heh tight’

‘Why what are you going to do?’