Warning: Sexual Content Ahead.
"Dude. Pssst, dude!"
Dippers head snapped up, slamming his journal shut in a mild panic. He looked around his room for a moment- faux-wooden walls covered in random (badly drawn) sketches of monsters, some movie posters and one very outdated calendar from 2009. He cautiously brought himself to the window, peeking out the opened hole to find, of all things, Wendy Corduroy standing on his lawn, hands on hips and a cocky grin on her face. Parked on the street near her was a muddy, dented pickup, and he thought that it might have, once, been red in color.
"Wendy?!" He pinches himself lightly, then, seeing that he isn't actually asleep, and then leans out further, chest fully out into the late night air. "What are you doing here?"
She took on an affronted look. "Well, I missed you, too, asshole!"
"Sorry! It's, like, great to see you, but, this is Piedmont! You live 400 miles away!"
She grinned. "Yup! Get your sister and then get your butt down here; we're going on an adventure, nerd-boy!"
He shook his head, grinning like a madman. "Mabel's at a sleepover at one of her friends houses; she's probably in a sugar coma right now. I'll text her anyway, though. Gimme a minute, I'll be right down!"
Struggling to slip into a ratty pair of jeans while he one handedly texted his sister (Wendy is here get up get up get up), he made it down the stairs within a minute and a half, slamming his sneakers on carelessly before he rushed out the door, wincing as the screen door slammed shut with a sound like discount thunder. "Wendy!"
She laughed, meeting him halfway to bowl him over with a gigantic hug. She laughed heartily. "Dipper, dude! It's so good to see you!"
"Same, dude! Like, you drove here!"
"Totally, bro. I wanted to see my twins, since you two didn't come this summer. So I stole my dad's truck and cruised on down. Started yesterday, took a nap a few hours ago so that I wouldn't have to slow down once I got here," she explained.
"Wow, that's awesome! Wait... You stole your dad's truck!?" His eyes widened in alarm, police sirens flashing behind his eyes.
She waved her hand dismissively. "It's whatever. We have an understanding about it; if I can make it through the booby traps without setting them off or waking him, then it's mine for however long, as long as he can get to work in the morning. I left him a note, though. Being gone for the weekend is a bit much without some notice that I'm not dead in a ditch somewhere, right?"
He nodded in agreement, finding Manly Dan's methods quite reasonable. The fact that he booby trapped his vehicle against his daughter didn't phase him at all. Honestly, he sort of expected something like that. "True. So, you drove 400 miles just... To see us?"
"Duh!" She caught him in a playful noogie, which was a bit awkward, seeing as he was now taller than her. "I haven'tt see you guys for, like, a year and then some, bro! I need my Pines fix, man!"
Dipper escaped by tickling her ribs, wincing when she let out an uncharacteristic shriek. She glared at him playfully, and then kicked his shin when he started to laugh at her. "Okay, okay! It's great to see you, Wen. Really, I've missed you. Ive missed everyone, but summer just doesn't seem right without you kicking me in the ass every few days," he teased.
"That's my job, dude! Now, c'mon; we'll pick up Mabel on the way. It's adventure time!" She raised her hand, index pointed skyward, and struck a ridiculous pose. He laughed, gazing back at his house to make sure his parents hadn't woke up with all the commotion outside.
"Alright, let's ride, Wendy!" As he started off towards the dirty pickup, she cackled madly, launching herself onto his strong back, latching her legs around his waist and one arm around his shoulders, piggybacking on the startled boy. He staggered, but kept his feet under him.
"On! On! Mush, Pines, mush!"
He trudged over to the truck quickly, dumping her unceremoniously onto the hood when he reached it. "Maybe a warning next time?"
"Dude, if you didn't wanna get ridden like a horse, then you shouldn't have gotten taller than me!" The seventeen year old boy blushed at the potential double meaning to the words, and instead muttered something about how it was "all genetics". He crawled into the front seat, Wendy slipping in behind the wheel, the truck roaring to life beneath her fingers. "Let's goooooo!"
Unfortunately, it turned out that Dipper was right about Mabel- she had overdosed on pizza, candy, soda, and gossip. She was totally out cold, as we're her two friends. They knew this because, after Dipper had told her which house Mabel was situated in, Wendy had parked on the curb and climbed up the house wall to peer into the second story window.
"Yup. Out cold. She'll have to call in the morning, I guess. Guess it's just you and me, dude! So, what's there to do in Piedmont at," she checked her phone, bright screen almost blinding in the darkness. "12:43 on a Saturday night?"
Several things crossed Dippers mind, all of them with varying types of illegality and nudity involved. He quickly quashed them, having neither the access to booze that he knew she would be okay with (having snuck into her Dad's stash before this on a few occasions), or the confidence or inclination to suggest the more nude options that two young and decently attractive young people could get involved in. "Not much," he said. There's a few parks that aren't really patrolled, but your mileage may vary on that."
"Ah, whatever," she shrugged. "Is there a beach or a tall hill around here?"
He smiled. "Yeah, I know one. What are we gonna do?"
She laughed, pointing towards the moon that hung full and low in the sky above. "Sky watching, dude! Hang out and shoot the shit while good ol' Mama Moon watching us, man."
"Sounds good. Here, take this road..."
After about half an hour of driving, they stepped out into one of the small state parks that dotted the area. "This way," he said, taking her hand and tugging her along, doing his best not to acknowledge the way his cheeks burned with the contact. "We're here," he said after they had walked in relative silence for twenty more minutes.
"Whoa," she said softly. The hill rose before them, majestic in the moonlight, covered in soft grass and hemmed in by tall trees. "It's perfect, dude!"
"Yeah," he agreed bashfully. She races up to the top, dragging him by his hand, cresting the rise before he had time to register what was happening.
"Dude! This is, like, beautiful. Definitely a place to take some ladies when you want them all hot and bothered, you little romantic!"
"I guess," he said, trying to hide the nervous way his voice cracked at her implications. She grinned at his awkwardness, dragging him down next to her as she lay on the grass, her arms locked behind her head as a pillow.
"Now this is the way to be ," she said softly, gazing up at the moon and the thousands of pinpricks that were the stars.
"Yeah," he lulled to her, entranced by the bright moon, and the way it made her hair shimmer.
"I gotta say, Dip, you really outdid yourself. You trying to seduce me, you charmer, you?"
He laughed, maybe just a bit too loudly. "You know me (HA HA HA!), always trying to... Ya know, get into... Pants, or whatever," he sputtered. It had sounded better in his head, which wasn't saying much.
She snorted. "Yeah. No worries, dude. You're a cool cat, you know that? Just gotta build that confidence up when it comes to the ladies, dude."
"I guess," he replied noncommittally. "I'm not exactly mister social butterfly over here, though."
"And a good thing, too! I don't think the world could deal with two outgoing Pines twins. We'd all, like, implode or some shit, man."
"The world may never know," he intoned seriously. Wendy lightly smacked him on the forehead, giggling.
"Keep talkin', Pines Boy!"
He laughed, settling in beside her. She was right, though. This really was a romantic spot, with the gentle, warm breeze on the October night tugging at his hair, the moon above so large that he felt that he could reach out and touch it. Abruptly, he sighed, a big whoosh of air escaping his lungs. "I miss you, Wendy."
"Miss you too, dude. It ain't the same without ya."
"I... We've been going to Gravity Falls every summer for six years. It feels wrong that we didn't do it this summer."
She reached out and grabbed at his hand, which was laying just beneath his head. She grasped it firmly, rubbing her thumb along the back of his hand.
"I know how you feel, dude. It just doesn't feel like home without the Pine Twins getting into trouble, or stirring some shit up. The rest of the year besides summer feels... I dunno, emptier. We need you two just as much you need us. We're family, dude."
"Yeah... Family. We're all family, aren't we? You, me, Mabel, Paz, Candy, Grenda, Soos, the Stans, Melody. I like it. My big, weird family."
"Does that make me your hot older sister?"
He blushed, but teased back, "damn straight it does. I need you to intimidate all the girls who want me for my masculine physique," he joked, making a show of flexing his lean arm. It bulged a surprising amount, and she grinned.
"With muscles like that? I don't think I could, man!"
They laughed, joking around and enjoying the others company for hours. When the sun rose, it found them asleep in next to each other, hands still grasped tightly together.
Break
Pacifica watched him sleepily, seeing him slowly groan and moan as he dreamed. She frowned. I guess it didn't really work.
She wondered how she could help him now. Granted, she enjoyed the night they spent together- she, at least, felt well rested; a warm feeling had settled in the pit of her stomach, and it spread to her toes and fingers and nose. She gently stroked his hair, whispering soothing sweet nothings at him.
He calmed a bit, eyes still closed. He snuffled, unconsciously moving his head deeper into her gentle stroking. Smiling, she kissed his forehead. She lay down flush to him, drawing her free arm over his chest. He looked more... peaceful like this, and it made her happy.
I did this. He's happy because of me.
Dipper yawned and stretched, arms sleepily finding their way around her. Still half asleep, he finished the motion by bringing her in close, flush against his chest and face nuzzling into her hair. She smiled, blushing, and continued stroking his hair, her other hand coming up to stroke his cheek. He hummed appreciatively, rubbing at her hand with his cheek. He made a sound almost like a purr, a rumble starting deep in his throat and going through her limbs.
She thoroughly enjoyed the position that they were in, but she wanted more. He was under her, all handsome face and adorable, mussed hair, and all she could look at were those lips of his.
I wonder how he would taste, she thought to herself, imagining that it was her, and not Wendy, that was slamming him against a wall and kissing him with force and passion and hunger.
I wonder if he would like it, she worried. But that was silly- she was Pacifica Northwest. She was the best of the best, thank you very much! Of course he would like it!
She smiled shyly at the sleeping boy, his lips taking almost all of her attention. I could do it. Right now.
Surely, she wasn't weak like th-
She struck, bringing herself down to him quickly, before she lost her nerve.
It was magical, it was beautiful, it was everything she had wanted from a kiss-
It was on the cheek, dangerously close to the corner of his mouth. Whatever could be said of her, Pacifica Northwest did not cheat. Changed the rules to fit her views, yes. But cheat? Never.
She smiled to herself. Even if it's small, every single victory gets me closer.
He stirred, eyes fluttering in a way that almost had her squealing with how cute he looked.
"Hmmm..'Cifica? What'd... Huh-mmmm...?"
"Good morning," she said in response, and he snuggled back into his pillows temperamentally.
"S'not good at all," he moaned. "Tired..."
"I know, honey, I know. We'll get you fixed soon, just you see." She kissed him on the cheek again, and she had to physically stop herself from bringing it to his lips. Strange. Regardless, she lingered, face almost buried in his hair, stroking his cheek soothingly. "Poor boy," she whispered.
He looked horrible, if she were being honest with herself. Dark circles under his eyes, and he looked pale and drawn. It was like, for all the hours he spent sleeping, it did nothing to relieve him. He seemed desperate for sleep. And she was desperate to help him.
But what can I do?
"Just kill me," he moaned. "Put me out of my fucking misery."
"No way. I need you to stick around and dork up my life for a long time after this is over, doofus. Now, what can we do to get you rested?"
He gave a noncommittal shrug, or as best he could from lying down with his friend almost on top of him. "Fuck me if I know," he muttered, and she got several wonderful, horrible ideas from it that she did her best to squash, back into her hindbrain where they belong.
"Maybe... Tire yourself out?"
"I'm not exactly able to run around right now, Paz," he mumbled.
And, suddenly, all of those lustful, shameful thoughts that she keeps locked away deep inside of herself are breaking through to the forefront, a million small ideas swirling and coalescing behind her eyes so fast and large that she is left dizzy.
I don't want to do that!
Except that, I do.
She knew about sex. She knew, more importantly, that Wendy would use it to get to him.
Do I want to stoop to her level?
And then, even more quietly within her mind, can I afford not to?
"Well, maybe... Maybe I could... Tire you out?"
"W-what?"
With more confidence than she truly felt, she brought herself even closer to the prone boy. "You know," she prompted. His eyes widened, and he shook his head a bit.
"I... I really don't know. Paz, what are you-"
She cut him off with a finger to the lips. She's not sure where her words were coming from, but they were cut with base desperation- and, more importantly, they made sense. "Shhh. It's okay. Don't you want to sleep?" She drew out the last word into a purr, moving her finger from his lips to his hair, stroking it softly and then turning it into an insistent tug that made him moan despite himself. She grinned, salacious and sharp (and, if she were to be honest, it felt wrong on her face, but that didn't matter, because she had this tangible feeling of power running through her now, addicting and bright and deep), and took the chance that she had waited for for what felt like years.
She kissed him. Behind her eyes, stars exploded, universes formed and collapsed, and she moaned into him like it was everything she had ever wanted.
And he moaned back at her, lust tinged with exhaustion and disbelief. She found his tongue, dueling it with her own in a sordid, lewd dance that left her breathless.
It was victory, it was catharsis, it was everything-!
It wasn't enough. She knew it.
As much as she would have loved to make out with him for hours (and hours and hours), it wouldn't solve his problem. But she knew what would. So, while one hand fisted itself through his messy hair, the other traveled down, down, down...
He made a sound of distress, hands moving from her sides (where they had found themselves with the kiss), to her head, tugging at her hair, pushing gently, yet insistently, against her cheek. "Paz!" He pulled away, eyes still clouded, breath coming out in short, harsh gasps as he struggled to control himself.
Smugly, she noted that he was losing that battle. Score one for Pacifica.
"Paz, you don't... You shouldn't... I..." He was inarticulate and breathy, his chest rising and falling in an irregular tattoo that spoke of how much she affected him.
"Your right, Dipper. I don't have to." Her hand, which had slowed at his distress, started again, slipping down, down into his shorts, grasping at him, filling up her hand. Her smile threatened to split her face in half as she brought herself close, enjoying how his eyes rolled into his head, head thrown back in a soundless cry of pleasure and surprise. "I want to."
He didn't reply, merely gurgling his mixed surprise and pleasure at her actions, hands moving up to tug at her hair in some twisted need that made her feel sexy and alive. She giggled, and then kissed him again, reveling in the unabashed longing that he had for her right now. "That's it, that's it," she cooed softly, before his tugging won out and she was kissing him again, years of unresolved tension and passion frothing and bubbling to the surface, an eruption that consumed all that she was and could ever be for this, this one moment that burned itself into her mind, that left an indelible mark upon her soul.
He was large and hot in her hand, and she started off softly tugging and rubbing him, feeling a small sense of wonder as she did- this is Dipper, all of Dipper, so hot that she felt it burning through her skin, soft skin atop hard, hard muscle. He moaned into her mouth, and it made her shiver, the quivering working itself to her fingers, her toes, her dripping quim. And, beneath the kiss, beneath the clashing of lips and tongue and teeth that consumed her, his moaning became a word, low and needy.
"Harder."
And that word, long and low, sent a jolt through her, orgasmic and hot. She tightened her hand around him, quickening her pace, and she knew that she was doing it correctly by the way he threw his head back. "Paz... Pacifica, I... Oh!"
She bit his neck, and then kissed along it up to his ear, nipping and licking all along his jaw. "That's it, Dip, that's it. C'mon, baby," she lulled at him, bringing her legs around his, pressing her core into the side of his hips, trying to relieve the pressure that was building up inside of her. One of his hands moved down to his short, pulling them down, exposing his cock to the air in lurid display only matched by the moans that they gave to the air, blocked from the rest of the world by the walls and closed door. So that was why they didn't hear someone walking unhurriedly up the stairs until they were opening the door. "Hey dude, I wanted to-"
She stopped mid sentence, a puzzled look coming upon her face, red hair falling limply along her shoulders. Her face slowly took on a betrayed look, followed by anger as she looked at the compromised pair.
For their part, they stared back at the ginger, eyes wide and moths parted.
And then, Pacifica tugged again.
Slow and steady, her hand rose and fell around his shaft, fingers clasped tightly around the teen.
"Wendy, I... Paz, you... I...!"
He exploded beneath her, thick and white and dirty, spurting onto his blankets, his lowered shorts, and her hand, and whatever he had been saying was lost to the moan that escaped his throat, eyes rolling until only the whites remained to be seen. He collapsed, breathing heavily, eyes heavily lidded and closing, breath heaving. "Wendy, you... Pacifica, she, I..."
Pacifica let him go, using her free hand to draw his light blankets over him, mess and all. "Shhh, shhh, shhhh. Sleep, Dip." She kissed his forehead, gentle and soothing, stroking his hair with her free hand,and he gave in to the sleepless days worth of exhaustion, utterly spent in every sense of the word. She smiled, small and sincere at him. And then, when she turned to Wendy, who was gaping like a fish at her gaul, she grinned cruelly. Standing, she strode towards the taller girl, who gave ground unconsciously, moving backwards until she bumped into the opposite wall behind the door.
Pacifica brought her dirtied hand up, admiring the pale, milky fluid that clung to it. Then, she stuck the fingers in her mouth, lathing them clean in a cruel, lewd show to the Corduroy girl.
She moaned, savoring the salty taste, and her eyes fluttered. This is victory, she exulted. This is me winning.
Stepping out if the door, she closed it behind her softly, leaving the now lightly snoring boy to his sleep.
Neither girl spoke for a moment, Wendy gazing at her with a mixture of hatred, sadness, and awe. Finally, Pacifica grinned cruelly. "Going somewhere, Wendy?"
The red head shook her head, and her eyes were wide and watery, and suddenly Pacifica didn't feel victorious anymore. "No, I'm... No, no, no, I... I'm just..." Without finishing her sentence, she fled down the corridor, leaving Pacifica standing there, frowning, wearing dirty pajamas, sodden panties, and messy hair.
"Did I..." The blonde looked around, frown deepening as her stomach dropped from beneath her. "What did I just do?"
No one answered her.
Break
Wendy didn't stop running until she was outside, halting herself to lean against a tree, breath ragged and tears flowing freely.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
She knew something like this would happen. She knew that that little harlot would make a move, take Dipper into her embrace, hold him close and-
She slid down the rough bark, bringing her knees to her chest, wrapping them up with her long arms. Is this what I get, for kissing him? For... Taking advantage of him like I did?
She struggled to control the sobs that wracked her body- she hated them, hated feeling weak, like some stupid little girl who's never had her heart broken before. We weren't even dating or anything, so why do I feel like this?
A ragged cry tore itself from her throat, a keening wail that echoed in a mockery around her. She hated the sound, the weakness torn form her throat, the admittance of defeat, of inferiority.
I wanted to talk to him. Talk about us. About what we could be, him and me, together. But she fucked it up.
Fuck her, she thought vehemently, fuck that prissy little rich girl, with her salon blonde hair and her picture perfect looks. I'm better than that little bitch!
She groaned, and it turned into a inarticulate scream of rage and pain, the clenching of her heart mixing with the liquid, roiling anger that threatened to consume her.
She stole him, she thought in a voice that wasn't quite her own. Stole him from me!
Her hands gripped her head, the onrushing blood and emotion pounding away within her, coalescing into a deep, throbbing pain that consumed every thought into a sick mantra-
Stole him.
Stole him.
Stole him
Stole him
"Wendy?"
The ginger looked up, eyes still clouded and watery. "Mabes?"
The female twin looked down at her softly, a questioning look in her eye. "Youre not okay, huh?"
Wendy shook her head, bringing her fists up to her eyes, trying to dab away the traitorous tears that still coursed down. "I will be," she stated forcefully, more to convince herself than Mabel.
Smiling, the brunette sat down beside her, hips touching hers as she leaned against the tree Wendy had coopted for her use. "Of course you will! What stops Wendy Corduroy for long?" She threw a companionable arm across her shoulders, ruffling the ginger mane with a grin.
Matching it, Wendy hugged the girl, laughing lightly. "Not a fucking thing!" Releasing Mabel, Wendy took a deep, long breath. "Thanks, Mabes," she said gratefully.
"Any time, girlie! So, what's got you all down in the dumps, huh? I haven't seen you this upset since... Well, I don't know when!
"It's Dipper. And Pacifica. It's Dipper and Pacifica," she breathed out, shaking her head in exasperation.
"Hmmmm?" The hyperactive girl leaned in close to her, cheek to cheek. "Well?"
Wendy told her, sparing no detail for the inquisitive (and surprisingly perverted) girl.
"That wasn't in the plan," Mabel whispered to herself.
"What?"
"Nothing, Wen-Wen. Well, it sounds like Paz is winning the Dippingsauce games," she teased, and Wendy giggled like she was on the gallows. "Seriously, though. I really... I don't know what's happening with you and Paz, alright? Like, don't get me wrong, my bro is the awsomest dude I know, but, is he, like, worth you two trying to kill eachother and junk?" She wrung her hands together, casting a worried look at Wendy.
I don't even know, Mabes.
"Fuck if I know, dudette. It's all weird and shit. Like, logically and stuff, I know that this shouldn't be doing. I like Dipper and all, but it wasn't enough to, like, declare war on Pacifica or whatever. But this week? It all exploded."
"Literally," Mabel snickered.
"Oh, fuck right off, dude! She, like, scarred me with that stuff. Hey, weren't you, like, all super mad at me yesterday?" She blinked. "Not that I'm complaining or anything," she added quickly.
"Pssshaw. Water under the bridge, Wendoll! Besides, Pacifica jumped the gun, so I need to, like, talk to her about how she wants to deflower my brother."
"I thought you wanted to get Dipper laid, though?" And, besides, I want to deflower her brother!
"Well, yeah! But, like, from where I can direct it. Like the Phantom of the Booty Call!" She drew her arm up to her face, pantomiming a cape. "Blargh! Bleh de bleh, I am mysterious and sexy Mabel!"
Wendy pushed her, laughing. "You're fucking crazy, dude!"
"Major Mabel, craziness expert, reporting in!" She faux saluted from her position in the dirt, smiling with all the wattage of the sun.
I'm not giving up, Dipper. If she can play dirty, so can I.
Above the girls, Dipper slept.
