The sun began to shine softly through the window as Mabel glanced over to her naked brother still next to her in his bed, comfortably dozing. How could he do it? Sleep? They only had twenty-two days left with each other.

The bell rang for recess, and the twins scrambled across the playground. Mabel grabbed Dipper’s arm, dragging him towards the play structures. “I dare you to jump off the top of the jungle gym!” Mabel said, glancing back at her brother. Dipper stared at her momentarily, before sighing and slowly climbing up to the top. “Sis, do I have to? I could get hurt…” Dipper shouted down, teeth chattering from the cold. “C’mon dummy, it’s a dare! When you get dared to do something, you have to do it!” Mabel yelled back up, giggling. “Don’t make me come up there and push you!” Dipper jumped but the wind tripped him up, slamming him into a bar before he banged into the ground. “OH JEEZ!” Mabel ran over to him as he quietly lay crying on the ground. “Dipper, are you alright?” He sniffled, wiping his eyes. “I… I think so,” he stammered, but tears welled up in his eyes again. Mabel pulled him up off the dirt and dusted him off. “You’re not bleeding, at least. C’mon, let’s take you to the nurse’s office.” She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “That should help too, right?” Dipper’s cheeks burned bright red as Mabel helped walk him back towards the buildings. -x-     Mabel knocked on the door as she walked into the room, smiling. “Heyyyyyyyy Dipper, ol' buddy ol' pal, I dare you to go to this dance with me. I don’t want to be there by myself, so why not bring along my wonderful brother?” Dipper groaned, spinning around in his chair. “The school one? Mabel, we’re like the lamest kids at Westbrook. All the upperclassmen are gonna be there and laugh at us for still hanging out together.” Mabel shrugged. “So? Doesn't bother me. It’s a chance to go out and do something for once. Aaaaand, I heard that Mary Walker is gonna be there!” Dipper stood up from his desk, walking towards her. “Ugh, Mary? Her glasses are weird. And her voice sounds like a guinea pig inhaled a bunch of helium.” “Aw, c’mon, Dipper! You know she likes you!” Mabel said, grinning evilly. “Mabel, stop messing with me. I don’t care if she likes me, I don‘t like her,” Dipper spluttered. “Well, it doesn’t matter anyway. I dared you to go to that dance, and when you get dared to do something, you’ve got to do it,” Mabel chided in a singsong voice “Aw, still? Mabel, we’re in high school, not preschool. Are you still gonna pull that crap on me?” “Dippppperrrrrr…” Mabel whined, putting on her best puppy-dog face. “Man, don’t make that face; that’s not fair. You look too much like a character from a Disney movie. If I go to the damn dance, will that make you happy?” Mabel clapped. “YAY! C’mon, Dipper, help me pick out a dress!” she said, skipping out of the room and down the hall. “Wait, Mabel! The dance isn’t until Friday! And it’s just us going together, anyhow…” Dipper shouted at her out of the room, but there was no response. -x-     Mabel rested her head on Dipper’s lap as the movie blared on the television screen in front of them. She bit her lip before glancing up at him, noticing his square jawline and muscular arms. Dipper moved his leg, and knocked the empty wine bottle off the couch and onto the floor. “H-hey Dipper…” Mabel started, before trailing off. Dipper looked down at her. The braces were off, but she was still afraid to show her smile. Her long, curly hair lay splayed out in his lap, and she had filled out her sweater nicely. “Mmm?” Dipper replied nonchalantly, idly stroking her hair. Mabel reached over and grabbed her glass from the table, finishing her wine. “Dipper, I dare you to kiss me,” Mabel said, trying to keep her voice level, and clamping her eyes shut. She waited for the hysteric response, the crushing rejection, the broken relationship that was sure to follow. Instead, there was nothing. Silence. She waited a few more seconds and opened her eyes. Dipper didn’t say anything. Instead, he pulled her next to him and gently brushed the hair from her face, and kissed her. They had practiced kissing before as kids, but there was nothing that could have prepared her. This was nothing but pure passion. She responded in kind, full of hunger, need, and more than anything, bliss. There was no talking. There was no thinking. For that moment in time, there was just… them. -x- She gasped as he pulled her hair, thrusting into her. Everything was just as she had imagined, just as she had hoped, just as she had DREAMED. There was only one thing she could think to say. “Don’t you dare stop.”

"Shush. If you think I am not going to avenge my friend, you are sorely mistaken."

Dipper sighed. He had thought she would be different, that she would have understood. But the quiet redheaded girl had reacted like everyone else when she had seen him, the REAL him, what he was willing to do for her, for life, for love. Dipper knew she was throwing his life away, being with that nerd Robert, that HE was the one she was meant to be with. But, when he had brought her the bloodstained sweater, she had screamed and cried, threatening to call the police. What else was he to do? The television in front of him blared about the fire, about how tragically, nobody in the family was able to escape, how this was this was the latest terrible accident in this small, unlucky town. They would never find the stab wounds on the corpses, Dipper supposed; all the evidence of his deeds would have burned up with the rest of the pathetic house.     “Those who live in log cabins should fear the brightest flames,” Dipper murmured to himself.     “Was that supposed to sound clever, dear brother?” Mabel sauntered into the room, wearing a sleek cyan jacket over a white, low-cut top and a short skirt. Dipper looked her up and down critically, secretly noting his approval. She winked at him. “Your work, I suppose?” Mabel said, motioning at the television. “Why am I even asking, your clothes still smell of ash. We shall have to get you out of those at some point.”     “Ah, yes, of course, I had forgotten,” Dipper responded, glancing down and brushing a fine coat of soot from his own teal jacket. “The family provided no real trouble, but I wonder if it was really necessary. She would have kept quiet if perhaps one of her brothers had a small accident. Maybe an arm, or even an eye.” A cold grin casually slid across his face, and he almost imperceptibly licked his lips. “But that would have been less fun, of course. Enough about my day; what have you been up to today, sweet sister?” In response Mabel slid her hand gently down Dipper’s chest, before reaching back to pull a book from behind her own back. “Again with the magic tricks?” Dipper asked.     “It never hurts to add some flourish, brother. Make every action memorable. Do you happen to remember that chubby new boy, Gideon? Somehow, the clod found the third book somewhere in the forest. I ‘persuaded’ him to hand it over to me. A kiss on the cheek and whispers of sweet nothings is all it took, the lad is so gullible.” Mabel giggled. “He must be illiterate,  for if he had ANY idea upon what he had stumbled upon…” Mabel trailed off. “I do believe this calls for some sort of celebration, don’t you?”     “Indeed, indeed,” Dipper nodded. “What did you have in mind?”     Mabel’s smile widened at these words. “Great Uncle Stanford is gone for the evening, off at some charity or another. We have the whole place to ourselves, and I do believe that we need to get you over that one girl - Windy, was it? This calls for drinks.”     “Why, that is an excellent idea, you clever girl. I am certainly parched.” Dipper flashed a smile at her and walked over to the liquor cabinet. “Shall I mix you a cocktail?” he asked over his shoulder/     “Yes, a gin and tonic would be lovely, thank you,” Mabel replied.     Dipper carefully mixed her drink before pouring himself a particularly stiff scotch on the rocks, watching the brown liquor cascade down onto the pristine cubes of ice. He sighed, marveling at the light reflecting off his beverage, taking in the small beauty and swirling his glass around until the liquor had settled to his satisfaction . He brought the drinks back to the study, where Mabel sat in front of the roaring fireplace waiting for him. She gently licked her lips as Dipper handed her the cocktail and sat down beside her, feeling the pleasant warmth of the fire slowly envelop him as he made himself comfortable.     “Cheers,” Dipper offered, raising his glass.     “Cheers,” Mabel replied, clinking her glass against his. She giggled again. The light, girlish sound brought a youthful grin to Dipper’s face. They had developed their own unique bond over time- more than that of siblings, a bond between two people who had shared their entire lives together. They had no secrets between them; and why should they? They talked openly about everything - their dreams, their desires, their darkest fantasies. And dark they were.; as discovered when the twins were younger, they found an odd pleasure in the misfortunes of others, whether it be watching lions devour a zebra on the nature shows, or when their nanny fell down the stairs in front of them. They had laughed as she bled, and weakly cried and pleaded for help, and had simply walked away to take a nap curled up in each other’s embrace. They didn’t even wake up when their mother had screamed as she returned home, as the ambulance flew down the street to the front of their house, sirens wailing, as the police arrived to take statements and move the body. Eventually, a friendly officer gently shook them awake to ask if they knew what happened. Dipper had simply glanced at Mabel, and told the officer in a flat tone,   “She was always clumsy.” They both started laughing, and the officer had slowly inched backwards towards the door. Shortly after the incident, their parents had sent them to live with their great-uncle Stanford Pines in the small town of Gravity Falls to see if the small mountain community would clear their heads, and there they had remained ever since.     “So, we have two of the journals now. Do we have any leads on who might hold the last?” Dipper asked, curious.     “Well, logic dictates that it might be that disgustingly friendly girl, Pacifica Northwest. Her great-great-great something or other was the founder of Gravity Falls or some nonsense, and judging by the tests we’ve had run, the journals are around a century old. The timeline fits, I suppose.”     Dipper swirled his glass again before finishing his drink. “Good work. Do you want to take care of this, or should I?”     “Why sweet Dipper, haven’t you already had your fun for today?” Mabel sipped at her gin and tonic, her cheeks blushing slightly. “Aren’t you ever satisfied?”     “Not quite.” Casually, Dipper set down his glass next to him, dusted off his jacket, bent over, and kissed his sister square on the lips. She shuddered with excitement. They had been down this road before many times, but it still filled Mabel with a strange sort of electricity, as if the two were magnets, and the closer they got the more energy they released. Mabel tossed her empty drink glass aside and roughly pulled Dipper to the floor in front of the fireplace.     “Why dear sister, I do believe this is what you had in mind all along for the evening,” Dipper stated rhetorically, a hint of a smile edging onto his face. He had seen the look of basal hunger in her eyes the second he had returned; the evening’s events were already laid out the second the returned with his urges quenched temporarily, but her own needs left unfulfilled.     “Be quiet,” Mabel asked in reply, blushing slightly as she leaned in close to her brother’s face. They stared at each other, each looking deep into the other’s rich green eyes, breathing softly, waiting to see who would make the first move, a standard game of sorts between them.     “Oh, to hell with this,” Mabel said, panting. “DO SOMETHING. Don’t… you can’t just stop here.” Her cheeks reddened again - her twin was the only one who could fluster her like this, and he knew it. Dipper  chuckled, slowly reaching up and slipping his sister’s jacket off onto the floor, the teal color now contrasting nicely with the multi-bear skin rug laying in front of the fire. Mabel scoffed in response to his gentleness, making a show to rip off his shirt. As she did so, one of the buttons popped off and hit her in the forehead, causing Dipper to laugh momentarily, until Mabel gave him a scowl and slapped him across the face. He winced, but leaned in and gave her a kiss. Hungrily, Mabel pulled him closer, slipping her tongue into his mouth as she positioned herself on top of Dipper’s lap. Slowly, she began moving her hips back and forth until she felt a familiar bulge stir beneath her.     Mabel bent down and unbuckled her brother’s trousers, pulling them down past his ankles. She could see the outline of his cock through his briefs, and grinned evilly. She traced her finger around it lightly, and watched it twitch, drawing it out. Slowly, she began stroking her brother’s manhood, feeling it stiffen even more in her hand. She increased her speed, skillfully moving up and down his shaft until she could feel him begin to shake.     “M-Mabel, I t-think…”     “Oh no you don’t, dear brother. Not yet.” She stopped, enjoying the look of abject misery on Dipper’s face as she drew her hand away from his rod, winking.  “Now it’s your turn,” she said in a singsong tone, slipping her shirt off over her head, and removing her skirt. She tossed them on top of their other clothes, and turned back to Dipper, shoving him backwards roughly.     Dipper gave a purposefully exasperated sigh before bending down. Carefully, he removed Mabel’s panties (black lace, presents he had given her the month before) and slid his tongue into her wetness. He never minded this, really, there was something intoxicating about the intimate taste of his sister. His protests to this duty were almost entirely for show, as he didn’t want Mabel to know just how often she had the upper hand in their relationship.     He glanced up briefly, pleased to see the pleasure radiating from her expression. Grinning slightly, he resumed his assault, deftly maneuvering his tongue around her entrance, savoring the illicit flavor. Mabel shuddered and bucked her hips as she came, and Dipper grinned again. It pleased him to know he still knew how to find her weak spots, and how easy it was to push her buttons. And now,  it was his turn.     Slipping out of his silk boxers, Dipper stood erect before his naked, panting sister. She glanced up to see his manhood standing before her.     “Oh god, it’s bigger than I remember.” Mabel said breathlessly.     Dipper thrust himself into her aggressively, bringing his head next to hers and whispering in her ear, “God can’t hear you now.” Dipper found a good rhythm, plunging himself over and over into her, watching her writhe in pleasure under him. He continued, mind going blank as his carnal instincts took control of his motor functions. She kissed his neck, roughly and repeatedly, almost sucking on his very flesh. In return, without breaking pace, he bent down and gently bit on her perky bosom, before slowly rolling his tongue around her nipple. Mabel moaned heavily, and Dipper could feel her clamping down around his member. Suddenly, Mabel’s eyes began glowing bright blue as they began floating upwards into the air.     The twins had each received a magic amulet from their great-uncle on their 16th birthday, Mabel choosing the teal necklace of opal, leaving Dipper the crimson bolo of ruby. Through practice, the twins eventually unlocked the secrets held by the heirlooms, working together late into the night and always falling asleep exhausted and sweaty. By combining their powers and themselves, they had felt the power grow stronger as their bond grew stronger, creating a permanent, indescribable link and a base hunger greater than the both of them.     Now, as they lay entwined and sweaty suspended in the air, Dipper could feel himself coming close to the brink as he thrust into his sister. His eyes shone red and his face hardened as he quickened his pace. Fire began to swirl around them from the fireplace, dancing in circles before forming into the shape of a dragon. Shortly after, a shock shot through them as they both passed their limits, Mabel screaming, Dipper groaning, and the dragon exhaling fire into the air above them, singing the chandelier. Mabel lowered them gently back onto the ground as Dipper directed the dragon of flames back into the fireplace, watching it melt away into the rest of the inferno. As they touched down again, Dipper brushed the hair out of Mabel’s eyes and gave her a lingering kiss on the lips.     “Simply fantastic, dear sister. Why, you almost made the experience enjoyable-” Dipper was cut off by another slap to the face, as Mabel pulled him underneath her. She kissed him again, deeply and passionately.     “Can’t you just be quiet for once, sweet brother? For heaven’s sake, just let me enjoy this,” Mabel said, dragging her finger across his toned chest, dripping with sweat. “Let us enjoy this brief respite together before we must go out and deal with this book situation.”     “About that,” Dipper posed, “I believe I have a solution to this whole ordeal. But not yet. If you so insist, let us lay together for some time. I do enjoy your warmth.” Lazily, he traced the shape of a falcon from the fire with his finger, watching it soar above their naked forms as Mabel held him close.

     Mabel glanced over her shoulder as she headed off into the woods. It was a truly beautiful day, the kind you only get in the pacific northwest. The wafting scent of pine needles on the gentle breeze made her eyes water slightly, but she didn’t mind. The sun shone down through a light cloud layer, making the whole forest appear slightly dreamlike  After some searching and a mildly painful fall down a slight hill, she found what she was looking for. Three summers earlier, her brother had set out to find something to make himself slightly taller using his one stupid book, and discovered some sort of magic crystal deep in the forest. Today, judging by the large crystalline structure refracting a beam of purple light she saw through a crack in the trees, she had recreated She struggled to remember - was purple the one that made you bigger or smaller? It didn’t matter, she‘d figure it out. Stepping into the clearing, she could see the obvious results of the mystical forces at work. A giant dragonfly whizzed by her head, diving down to grab and carry off a miniature deer.     “Jeez.” Mabel tittered to herself, “Glad that wasn’t me.” She down and picked up a small crystal laying on a pile of fragrant pine needles, and slipped it into her oversized sweater pocket.     “Bingo!” Mabel exclaimed to nobody in particular. With one of the many mysteries of Gravity Falls now resting in her oversized sweater, she skipped back up the path to the Mystery Shack.         “Ok, Mabel, you can do this. No big deal. It’s not any different than Pacifica or any of the other girls padding their bras with tissue paper and evil.” She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, a flashlight with the crystal taped to it sitting next to the sink. Slowly, she slipped off her sweater, this one lime green with a guinea pig on the front, tossing it on the counter. Next, she slowly unhooked her bra, dropping the black satin garment onto the floor, her small but perky breasts bouncing slightly as she did so. She took a deep breath, picked up the flashlight and pointed it into the mirror. The switch clicked as she pushed it forward, and the blue light bounced off of the mirror and struck her square in the chest. A familiar warming sensation coursed through her body, and her chest began to swell. After about 2 seconds, she flipped the switch back off. Her breasts, previously a modest ‘A’ cup, were now at least a ‘C,’ and probably a bit more. She bounced up and down slightly, to check out her newly acquired assets. They jiggled satisfactorily, and she giggled to herself, realizing she’d have to go bra shopping today. For now, she slipped her now-slightly-snug sweater back on. The fabric rubbed gently against her nipples, as her small bra lay unused on the counter. She left it there as she walked out of the bathroom.         “Aw, HECK no,” Mabel groaned, ducking behind a counter. The bell on the door jingled as Pacifica came through into the store, looking down at her phone.     “Don’t come over here, don’t come over here, don’t come over here,” Mabel quietly whispered to herself.     “Hey, freakazoid,” Pacifica’s deceptively lilting voice drifted over at Mabel as she made a beeline for the hapless girl, “You know the training bras for the little twerps are over in THAT section, right?” She pointed abstractly at the toddler clothes.     “H-hey Pacifica,” Mabel said halfheartedly, standing up to face her. Pacifica glanced down, and then back up.     “You pulling some kind of prank here? What‘s going on with your chest?” Pacifica inquired harshly. “You know you’re still just a little pipsqueak.”     “N-nothing, I just had a little growth spurt, that’s all. Now leave me alone, Pacifica; what’s up with you bein’ all up in my grill? Why you looking at my chest anyhow?” Mabel’s voice still cracked as she said this, despite her attempted bravado . Even after spending the past three summers in Gravity Falls, Pacifica still managed to get under Mabel’s skin just by being around near, her aura of superiority and rudeness emanating out in waves..     “Bitch, your little creepy friends aren’t around to protect you. Are you padding your bra, or what?” Pacifica’s voice was colder now.     “Why does it even matter? I don’t think-” Pacifica cut her off by reaching over and yanking up her sweater. Thankfully, they were in a quiet corner of the store, so nobody else noticed as Mabel’s new breasts bounced out, unrestrained. “WHAT THE FLIPPING HECK, PACIFICA?!” Mabel yelled angrily as she quickly pulled her sweater back down. “WHAT THE FRAK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Pacifica was speechless, and both of their faces were beet red.     “I, uh,” Pacifica stammered, unsure of what to do.     “WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING? SERIOUSLY, YOU BLEEPING MOLESTED ME!”     “I… just wanted proof you were padding so I could rag on you with my friends.” Pacifica’s voice was tinged with guilt, more so than Mabel had ever heard from her.     “Well gee, that sure is freaking swell. You REALLY are a STAND-UP gal.”     “Look, I’m sorry, alright? Keep your damn voice down, I’ll buy you a new bra or something. How’d you even get, uh, those, anyways? I saw you hanging out with your dorky brother last week and your chest was flatter than his.”     “Well EXCUUUUSE me, princess.” Mabel retorted clumsily. “And… it’s a long story, alright? There’s a ton of crazy jazz that goes on in this creepy little town.”     “Yeah, no shit sweetheart, I LIVE here instead of just coming to hang out with my schizophrenic asshole grandpa or whatever. Everyone knows. So what’s the deal? Bigfoot tears, gnome blood, help me out,” Pacifica asked, matter-of-factly. Some of the edge had crept back into her voice.     “Wait, everyone knows? Why does nobody ever talk about anything weird, then?” Confusion tinged Mabel’s voice as a puzzled expression shone on her face.     “Because everyone wants to think they’re special. Look at your dumbass brother. I know ’investigating’ gives him something to fall back on while he strikes out with every damn girl in this hick-ass town. It’s the same for everyone else, gives them something to distract themselves from their pathetic lives. I’m gonna ask you again dork, how’d you do it?” Pacifica’s voice was quieter now, almost with a tinge of genuine inquisitiveness.     “It’s, uh, some kind of magic crystal…” Mabel mumbled, suddenly embarrassed.     “One of the ones from the forest? Well, I would never have thought of using something like that for personal gain. But, uh… maybe you’d let me borrow it sometime? I mean, you ARE gonna let me use that, sweetheart.” Pacifica asked sheepishly, before catching herself.     “Why should I let you? Go get one yourself, if you know where they are.”     “Have you ever BEEN out in the woods? Who knows what would happen if a pretty girl went out there all by herself. Some blonde girl washed up on the riverbank wrapped in plastic last spring, and I don’t want that to be me. And… I guess that I’d owe you one, alright?”     “UGH. Fine, just… c’mon. I still have to finish shopping first, though.” Mabel said  bent over and picked out a lime green bra with a floral pattern on it.     “You’re going with THAT one?” Pacifica’s eyes rolled almost comically. “Even I can’t let you do that to yourself. Here, try this one on,” she said, picking up a black, lacy bra from a higher shelf. A hint of a smile flashed on her face.     “You live in HERE?” Pacifica’s voice was incredulous.     “Oh shut up, it’s not even bad.” Mabel said, brushing her off.     “This is a decrepit attic bedroom above a trash heap that you share with your twerpy brother. You guys must not ever even get any privacy. So yeah, it’s pretty bad. Have you ever walked in on him… y’know?”     “EW, Pacifica, don’t be gross. Besides Dipper doesn’t do anything like that, he-” Mabel suddenly remembered the week before, when she had come back into the room from playing outside with Waddles to Dipper nervously sweating in front of the computer. “Oh,” Mabel uttered softly. Pacifica laughed at her naivety.     “Whatever, it’s not even a big deal. So how is this even gonna work, anyways?” In response, Mabel grabbed a chair and propped it next to the bookcase.     “I stashed the thingy up here on the shelf so Soos or Waddles don’t find it accidentally.” She jumped down off the chair, throwing her hands up like a gymnast.  “Now, I’m gonna need you to take off your shirt.” Pacifica hesitated for a second before slowly slipping off her top. Mabel was amused to see that Pacifica had on a push-up bra, but she didn’t say anything. “C’mon, lose that too.” Pacifica made a face.     “Do I have to? Wouldn’t it work anyways if I kept it on?”     “C’mon, you already saw me. It’s not a big deal.” Mabel reached over and undid Pacifica’s bra, slipping it off of her shoulders and tossing it on the floor. Pacifica blushed, her pale chest exposed. Mabel flicked on the flashlight. “BWOP.” Pacifica’s chest started growing, and an unwilling smile crept to her face.     “W-why does it tickle?” Pacifica giggled slightly as she asked, watching her breasts slowly grow, her cheeks still flush.     “It‘s freaking magic, why would I know?” Mabel said, flicking the flashlight back off. Pacifica glanced downward.     “Why’d you make mine bigger than yours?” she asked. Mabel sighed, paused, and took a breath.     “It probably wouldn’t be great for your popularity if all of a sudden, the geeky girl has bigger cans than you. This way, everyone will keep focusing on the great Pacifica Northwest, and I can just float under the radar. I don’t even want to be popular if it means I have to treat people like you do. It’s just not me.” Pacifica frowned.     “Hey, watch it there, dork. I’m perfectly nice to EVERYONE.” Her tone was piercing.     “Yeah? Then why are you picking on me all the time? What the frak did I do to you?” Mabel asked. Pacifica didn’t respond. “You’ve been mean to me since the first moment we met. Here we are now, I’m helping you out, and you’ve been rude this entire time.” Mabel’s voice cracked, and she started to tear up. “I don’t know why I even did this in the first place, I don’t -”     Pacifica kissed her. Hard. Mabel was startled, but blushed crimson all the same.     “W-what? What are you doing?”     “You’re right. Of course you’re right. I pick on you…” She paused, considering the ramifications of what she was about to say. “I pick on you because you’re always so happy, and you have people who care about you.” A sad smile crept across Pacifica’s face. “My parents are never around, and everyone else would throw me under a bus for ten seconds in the limelight. I have to act like a bitch to everyone or else I’LL be an outcast. Bad 90’s movies about high school are surprisingly accurate. It’s just hard for me to snap out of it sometimes, even… now.”     “But why did you kiss me?” Mabel asked, after a long silence.     “Oh, come ON. You can’t actually be THAT naïve,” Pacifica grinned evilly, kicking off her boots and slowly walking back towards Mabel. “Sure, it’s cute on you, but YOU invited me back to your room.” She slipped off her skirt, leaving it where it fell on the floor.  “YOU got me topless.” She brought her face close to Mabel’s. “And I picked out EXACTLY what I knew you’d look good in.” Slowly, she lifted Mabel’s sweater above her head and off, a familiar black lace bra now in front of her. Mabel looked down and shuffled her feet.     “Pacifica, I don’t know about this…” Mabel’s voice was quiet. “I mean, I don’t even… uh…” She paused again. “I thought that…” She trailed off, unsure of what to say.     “Oh, just shut UP.” Pacifica pushed her down onto bed before sitting down next to her. She kissed Mabel again. Their tongues brushed lightly against each other, and Mabel twitched slightly. Pacifica slipped Mabel’s pants off as well, a ravenous look on her face. She gently cupped Mabel’s breasts, giving them a squeeze, an unwilling moan escaping Mabel’s mouth in the process. Pacifica climbed on top, sliding her hand down Mabel’s chest, past her waist, down her leg, and back up on the inside of her thigh. She glanced up at Mabel’s face to see the other girl cutely biting her lip, eyes scrunched shut. Gently, Pacifica slid her hand down the front of Mabel’s panties, pleased to find a pleasant moistness awaiting her. Mabel moaned again, louder this time, and Pacifica began rubbing Mabel’s clit, taking pleasure in the girl’s soft noises and bashfulness. Mabel gripped the sheets tight, her fingers losing some of their color.     “Oh GOD YES.” Mabel’s voice was dripping with ecstasy, nipples erect, her entire body tense to the point of breaking. Pacifica stopped momentarily, and bent down to give Mabel a soft kiss on the cheek. In response, Mabel pulled Pacifica down on top of her, their breasts rubbing together, and clumsily tried to french kiss her. Pacifica chuckled slightly, and resumed her assault on Mabel’s pale body, savoring the moment when the inevitable spasm indicated the extent of her pleasure with the utmost delight.     “N-now it’s Mabel’s time to shine!” the excited girl breathlessly exclaimed, trying to regain her composure. Sweat dripped from her brow as she carefully traced her tongue around Pacifica’s nipples before bringing it down the front of her torso. Using her teeth, she removed Pacifica’s pink underwear, taking a long look at the pink cavern in front of her. Pacifica bit down on her finger to try to prevent any noise from escaping her, but released a slight whimper when Mabel took the plunge. Finding her clitoris, Mabel gently massaged the bump with her tongue much the way a drunken sorority girl would a lollipop. Pacifica relished the girl’s inexperience, taking pride in being the one on the receiving end for a change. Much more quickly then she had envisioned, Pacifica found herself teetering on the brink. Determined not to let the other girl get the better of her, she slowly fondled Mabel’s breasts, remembering how only this afternoon the girl had wanted to kill her. Try as she might, she couldn’t stop the feeling building in her loins, and broke down into nothing more than a quivering body on the bed. Mabel laughed her trademark laugh, which made Pacifica softly giggle in return. They kissed again, much more tenderly.     They went back and forth for some time, until Pacifica’s phone rang. She stumbled up, rummaging around through the piles of intertwined clothing on the floor before finding and answering it.     “WHAT, mom?” Pacifica asked, her old tone flooding forth. “I’m out right now. Somewhere. Why does it matter? I’m not allowed to do my own things? No. No. UGH. Fine, I’ll be home in, like, 30 minutes. Is that good enough, YOUR MAJESTY?” She slammed the phone shut, and have Mabel a half smile. “I, uh, have to go.”     “Yeah, I got that. What are you doing tomorrow?” Mabel asked. “Maybe you want to, like, see a movie or something?”     “Or something,” Pacifica replied, giving Mabel a sly wink. She quickly threw her clothes back on, stopping when she remembered that her bra didn’t fit her anymore. Mabel saw her pause, and helped out.     “You can borrow one of my sweaters, if you want. That purple one with the stars is one of my favorites, and I bet you’d look cute in it.”     “Thanks.” Pacifica slipped it on and hustled downstairs and out the door. Mabel went over the events of the day one by one, wondering exactly how what happened, happened, not that she was complaining. She took her time putting her clothes back on, both the mental and physical exhaustion taking their toll on the petite girl, before heading downstairs to see what Dipper was up to. As usual, he was watching television while scribbling something in his memo pad. He snapped it shut as Mabel walked over.     “Hey, Mabel. First off, I’m not even gonna ask about those-” he gestured at Mabel’s chest, “but next time, you two should really keep it down. I think you traumatized Waddles.”