Chapter 2

The light pitter patter of raindrops on the grey skylight was a comforting wake up as it had always been for Dipper Pines, but now instead of gazing in thought at the random pathways the trickles took towards gravity, he turned to his side in his bed, to Mabel. To her, his sleeping angel, a sculptured love goddess of curves and milky skin, dreaming still, love's burnishing on her neck and shoulders where in the night before his flaming desire had relished her taste and softly yielding flesh.

Her dark brown hair was a whirlpool of flowing gossamer, almost a vapor that even his mere breath could swirl and shape, her full and yet delicate eyelashes, guardians of deep dark pools that could see through to his heart, dark and yet spoke to him as only woman can speak to man. Her cheeks flushed with young fertility, a rose that called life's longing for itself. And her bosom, ample semi spheres that beckoned suckling lips, conforming softly to the bed and sheets as she lay on her side and almost to her tummy as she wrapped her arms around his pillow.

As he gazed at her his thoughts relived the night, and then began to foresee the future. This was his nature, his mind a constant vortex of past, present and future, weighing options and determining benefits…and liabilities.

He loved his sister, loved her romantically, and the serenity and calm that he now felt in himself was proof that she was the one. At last all frustration and uncertainty was vanquished, with love now as his new atmosphere. He could feel her in his heart, filling his eyes, filling his future, every breath.

But wanting to cement success, to keep this new circumstance and protect it, he had to analyze threats and pitfalls. He had to keep them from the rocks, and in so doing ensure a calm smooth course not only for them but for their child, and perhaps children.

To focus, he turned back to face the ceiling, hands behind his head in contemplation, mindlessly seeing beyond the raindrops on the glass above. Each drop a challenge to their new relationship: Here comes the neighbors scrutiny. Ah, her tummy, she is expecting! Who is the father? When was it approved? Congratulations! Will she marry?

Another drop: She needs her first prenatal health check. Who is the father? Where is he? Is he approved? Another drop: genetic testing. The DNA looks…unusual. WHO IS THE FATHER?

The animal instinct is to fight or flight. To run away is often the choice. OK, let's think about that: we would avoid nosy neighbors who have known us a long time, we could make up any story we like in a new place. Sell The Shack and together with the money already in the bank we could live off the money the rest of our lives. But…eventually the prenatal checkups and DNA testing would happen.

Unless…we find a small town, someplace small where we can bribe the doctor.

Dipper smiled and turned back to Mabel. His woman. His mate.

She stirred and licked her lips, eyes still closed. Then she yawned and began to stretch, rolling onto her back, curves pushing up the blanket. Dipper could not resist.

"Good Morning…lover." And he leaned across her and kissed her.

She wrapped an arm around his neck, smacking her lips. "Mornin'. "

He subdivided her hair as he probed for her neck, and began kissing her warm skin, licking, sucking…

She smiled and leaning up gently took his earlobe in her teeth, and then closing her lips began to suck and lick. "Mmmmm…"

Dipper began slowly sliding down her front to her collarbone, wetly kissing a trail to her breasts, to which she slightly arched her back to offer them to him. He took her offer hungrily, sucking her nipple and even gently biting and pulling at the short pliable stem. Now she began to swirl her hands through his hair, and sliding her hands to cup the back of his head to guide him lower. He understood and now made great leaps between kisses to arrive at her softly woolen folds. Now he licked more than kissed, placing his hands on the inside of her thighs he pushed her legs apart, and settled in between them.

Even down there he could hear her breathing, tempo increasing, her sexually stressed vocals letting loose a whimper and she tried to contain her ecstasy. When he took her to a higher level of pleasure she opened her eyes, and looked up. As she became moist, she saw raindrops trickling…