The year is 1989 and the siblings known as Yakko, Wakko, and their sister, Dot manged to escape their water tower and take a nice vacation in Europe. After hearing the commotion, they decided to help the locals bring down a large wall, expanding over 90 miles long & over 10 feet tall! They charged a bunch of angry, desperate protesters for mallets and hammers and watched as the wall came crumbling down. With Wakko striking his large mallet through it first, they reunited families, friends and loved ones of all sorts!
"Alright sibs! We raised just enough money for candy galore!" Yakko exclaimed, pulling his younger brother under his arm, giving him a playful noogie, "Thanks to this little guy right here!"
Wakko chuckled, struggling a bit to get away from his excited brother. "'S good to see people happy. It isn't very nice to see people separated from their loved ones."
Yakko booped his nose and grinned at him, "You're right sib, and it is nice to see so many people happy." Yakko watched as dozens of hundreds of people ran between the wreckage to hug their dear ones tightly and kiss the beloved ones they haven't seen in decades.
He wrapped his arm around his sister and pulled her in, along with his brother, "Let's fall into a candy-induced coma and enjoy the rest of our vacation."
They agreed with glee.
Later that evening, at least one sibling fell into a sugar coma and had been out for hours, leaving his other two siblings to sneak off and engage in risky intimacy; even though Wakko slept like a log they still tried to keep their volume to a minimum. Just incase.
"Mmm, Yakko~..." Dot hummed, satisfied as she snuggled closer to her brother in the sheets.
"Yes, my sweet, little Dot?" He nuzzled her nose and the side of her cheek, blissful.
"Are you still leaving us for some stupid party?" She pouted, gazing up at her handsome brother, hoping he'd reconsider and just stay with them. Dot wasn't up for partying. At least not today. They were on vacation and finally out of their tower for the first time in a decade. All she really wanted was for the three of them to be together, especially after what they did for thousands of people today.
Yakko sighed, "Honestly, I wish you guys would come with me. But clearly, one doesn't want to party and the other is knocked-out cold."
Unamused, Dot rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Another thought in mind that made her stomach churn and her heart race; not with excitement, but pure jealousy. She murmured, "You better not chat up some pretty, leggy, blonde..."
Yakko couldn't help but guffaw at her petty jealousy, "Careful cutie, you're turning green on me."
A little dejected that he didn't take her seriously she pouted a little more and looked to him with big, watery eyes, "I-I mean it Yakko..."
He sat up in the bed, "Aaah...hey, don't give me that. You know you're the only cute girl in my life and you always will be." He held her cheeks in his palms and softly pressed his lips to hers. "And I mean that."
With a dreamy smile, she nodded her head to him, "Okay."
She had to admit, it was a little selfish keeping her brother all to her self. They had been locked up for more than half a century but who's to say how long they would be released for this time or if there would even be a next time. Maybe she wouldn't be too upset if he slipped up, but she would definitely feel some type of way about it.
Eventually, Yakko got up from their bed and went to get ready for this foreign local party. The oldest and youngest were at the door, hand in hand. She really didn't want him to go, but partying was in their blood, along with lust and causing mischief to anyone who deserved it.
Yakko laced their fingers and kissed her forehead before pecking her lips. "I'll keep it in my pants." He promised.
She chortled and held his hand a little tighter, "Have fun for all of us, Yak." she let him go and he left out the condo's beautiful front door.
Dot went to gather a few things from the linen closet so she could shower, and was greeted by Wakko in the hall, yawning. "Well, good morning sunshine!"
Wakko tried to peek out the nearest window, their tower didn't have one and telling time was difficult without a clock. It was getting dark...or was the sun coming up? Sometimes he wondered if he slept a whole 24 hours.
"Good...morning?" He supposed with a groggy voice. Descending the hallway, with nothing but food on his mind, he noticed it was a bit quiet. "Where's Yakko?"
"Oh, I dunno. Probably chatting up some leggy blonde at that party he mentioned earlier." She did a great job at hiding the envy in her voice.
Wakko traveled a bit closer to pass his sister, but that's when he caught a whiff of her. The middle sibling noticed this specific scent had been lingering on her a lot lately. He noticed it almost a year ago. Faint. Sporadic. But lately, let's say the last few months to a few days ago and even today, Dot wreaked of—
"Well at least I get some one-on-one time with my other favorite brother!" She beamed before hugging him tightly "Wanna watch one of those cheesy black and white foreign films and dub over it?" a mischievous grin formed. But the gesture seemed to confuse Wakko more as the scent amplified with her embrace, but thats not why he was befuddled. It wasn't just because she wreaked of their older brother, but it was because he recognized this specific scent.
She smelled like sex.
Dot felt a little odd, she knew something was off and as she pulled away to look at his face, Wakko was already pushing her against the wall, pinning her to the material by her upper arms. He was firm, but not hard enough to accidentally hurt her. Just enough to hold her in place.
"Hey! What's the big idea?! You let me go right now or I—!"
"-Dot. You smell like...you wreak of Yakko."
Her entire being shook at those words, desperate to play it off she shrugged her shoulders to get out of his grasp, but Wakko gripped tighter.
"Dot." His voice was trembling a bit, a little angry, but now shocked "Dot, do you and Yakko...kiss?"
Surprised, Dot swallowed as she stared into her middle brother's face. His expression a bit obscured by his red hat coming over some of his eyes.
This was supposed to be a secret, that even Wakko wasn't supposed to know and now he had her cornered, begging for an answer to her biggest secret of all.
Her face began to fall, a bit of fear finding it's way on her face.
She could feel his hands trembling, "I..I'm not upset, Dottie. I'm your big brother too" his voice was stern when he told her, "I need to know."
She didn't want to lie, not to Wakko. That just didn't feel right, even if it did confirm his suspicion.
"Yes...We do." She carefully answered.
His grip gradually got weaker and his face came in closer. It was then did Dot realize their true heights as Wakko leaned down, just a bit, to push their foreheads together.
Wakko would consider Dot his best friend, if she wasn't his sister first. They did lots of things together, as siblings do: dress up, video games, fighting (mainly each other), but they also shared secrets. There were things about Dot that even Yakko didn't know, but Wakko knew.
They swore an Oath on Wakko's favorite Don Knotts collections and Dot's rare male pinups featuring Mel Gibson, that they would never spill their secrets to anyone no matter how angry they got with each other. It wasn't something to be used against in a fight.
Wakko, about as far as he could tell, didn't think Dot saw him in that type of light. Just as her crazy middle brother...right? His mind raced, not knowing which emotion to chose for the moment to stick with. He hoped the next was calm and stoic.
Wakko inhaled, "Are you two having sex, Dot?" His voice was still wavering, but she could hear the tears in this throat.
"Yes..!" She breathed a little too quickly, she couldn't handle the weight of Wakko. Being scrunched up against the wall is one thing but being bombarded with a deep, invasive question to an even deeper secret, was another. It was too much.
"D-Does he make you do it, Dot?" He hoped that wasn't the case. He didn't want to have to go over his only brother's head with his good mallet.
"No, Wakko..W-We don't force each other to do anything we don't want to."
"But you want to? Even with your own brother!?"
So much for calm and stoic. Feeling overwhelmingly disturbed, Wakko let her go and took a step back from his sister to see her horrified face and then watched how she briefly recoiled into the wall as he took another step back. She looked so ashamed, for a lot of reasons, suddenly finding her footing again.
Even still, Wakko never looked at her like that before and he was hardly ever rough, outside of the usual horseplay, even the way he shouted those words were different than the way they usually argued.
Wakko got his answer, but was still unsure of how to process the situation.
It wasn't... right.
The middle Warner sighed and left his sister.
"I'll be right back."
Right back, turned into an hour.
He needed the time to clear his head, gather his thoughts and process 'what the hell could his siblings be thinking?!'
Dot went on to take her shower, using the moment to calm her nerves down and prepare for whatever decision Wakko was coming to. She was anxious and it was killing her. Even when she finished her shower, Wakko hadn't returned. Was he so disgusted with his only family that he ran away? Would she never see her beloved big brother again, even after all they've been through together as a duo?
One of the French balcony doors creaked open and Dot could hear her big brother's thick accent call out to her, "C'mere, Dot. I wanna show ya' somethin'."
Dot picked up the scent of something burning and quickly came to the conclusion that Wakko had lost his mind and decided to burn the place down! She ran to the balcony entrance and was greeted by the sight of Wakko's back and clouds of smoke dissipating into nothing, the bright moon helped light up most of the balcony. He was puffing a cigarette.
"W..Well, Wak. This is a side of you I've never seen before."
He turned around, a small but reassuring smile on his face, "Oops. Well I guess we both know each other's secret."
Relieved, Dot crashed into her brother's arms, a firmer embrace than it previously held, a few stray tears falling from her. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Wakko."
He stroked the back of her head while resting his chin on top of it.
Eventually, Dot had sat on the ground, her brother had his head in her lap, working on his second cigarette, as far as she's seen anyway. She asked and he told her the story of how he picked up the habit some time in the mid 60s, when they were let loose for the tower to be fumigated. Luckily for him, their water tower was big enough for him to sneak away, hide and light one up. Being cooped up was tough, but not having his vice to cope with being trapped was tougher.
Dot noticed he had a slight rasp with his otherwise, smooth, deep voice. She just may have found the reason why.
"Dot, how could you not tell me? We tell each other everything!" He sighed before taking a drag from his cigarette, "Are you sure he's not hurting you?"
"I'm dead sure, Wakko."
"Then how? Why? How long, Dot?"
They were old toons, drawn up in '29. They'd been around for decades, locked up for decades, but now they want to start this? In the 80s? It was almost the next decade.
"Don't you ever get lonely, Wakko? Every time they lock us away in that tower, I lose someone or something. I-I lost so much..." her voice seemed to fade, but she regained herself. "There were boyfriends that said they'd wait for me or wanted to get serious, there were friends that had big plans and I wanted to be there for that too, but as always we had to be sent back to jail."
Wakko listened.
"So one day it got really bad and Yakko was there a-and things kinda just happened." She thought about it and what Yakko said to her, "He knows the craziest sayings, that we've never even heard of: 'Any port, any storm.'" she scoffed, trying to stop a smirk from forming. "Well there was definitely a storm that day..." She muttered to herself, reminiscing the day they were locked back in the tower and she was forced away from a friend's birthday party and dragged away from her boyfriend at that time.
Wakko's voice interrupted her flashback, "You mean to tell me, you and Yakko have been going behind my back for decades?"
She shook her head, "Not decades! M-Maybe we've been closer for a few years...sex was recent. It took a lot to build up to that."
"But how, Dot? How does something like that start?"
Dot stared off into the night, thinking just how it all started. It was years ago, a little before the 70s ended. They were caught again to be locked away. Dot was devastated; they just won a dance off and Dot's boytoy was an absolute cutie that wanted to get to know her better, but that never happened.
She remembered it was raining. It never rains in Southern California, they were being hauled through the element before being tossed back into their tower.
It seemed as if their world had come crashing down, again, but this time reality sinking in as if no one truly wanted them around. Disappointed and on the verge of tears, Wakko had decided to take his shower first. It was cold and the remaining two were huddled under the same blanket for warmth. Dot was just staring down at her muddy hands and dress before silently proclaiming,
"Yakko...I can't do this."
"What? What do you-"
Her voice increased in volume, "I can't keep doing this, Yakko! We're immortal! We won't age, we won't die! I keep losing friends, boyfriends, a dear friend of mine was murdered, Yakko!"
She would never forget the infamous murder of her late movie star pal. Ravaged by a cult of brainwashed girls by a man who's name will live on in infamy. Dot felt terrible: 'If only I was there' she would constantly think to herself.
She'd lost so many boyfriends, some vowed to wait for her but others out growing her or moving on very quickly. It got lonely. Very lonely. "I've lost so many people that I would consider close to me, Yak...it..it just hurts..."
He heard her choke back a sob as he softly began, "D-Don't worry Dot, next time-"
"Next time?" She shook her head, brows furrowed together as she rose up from under the blanket to stand in front of him. "There is no next time! They'll leave us in this tower for another century! If we're lucky they'll forget about us completely and who knows maybe this time we'll actually fade away like the other forgotten toons of yesteryear!"
"Dot!"
But she continued on with her negative rant, her brothers hated when she got like this, but it seemed like for the first time ever he was seeing it from her point of view. Yakko tried to comfort her as best as he could. He reached out and grabbed a hold of her arm; she tried to yank away from him but he pulled her in close, hard.
"No Yakko! Just leave me alone, I don't want to be here! I hate it! I—"
And he wasn't sure what came over him entirely, but he kissed her square on the lips and, to his surprise, she kissed back. He placed his hand behind her head to cradle her while she tossed her arms around his neck to hold him tightly. It was so sudden and feverish that when they inched back to gaze at each other, they realized just who they were kissing.
Both of their faces became flushed, and they pulled away from each other, embarrassed by the sudden action.
But it didn't feel so bad...It didn't hurt anyone.
The silence between then was brief, but it seemed like an eternity, until Yakko spoke up.
"Yknow," he began cooly, "I'll never leave you, sis." He gently reached for one of her hands, that were now twiddling her thumbs, and softly sandwiched it between his for comfort, "I'll always be here."
It was true. The one other person she could always count on was always by her side since day one. They softly gazed into each other's eyes. Dot seemed as if something was awakening in her, as if a long lost thought had resurfaced. But with Yakko it seemed as if his thoughts were something he wanted all along.
Before Dot realized it, she had moved in a little closer and he did too. Their faces were inches apart again.
"We don't...I-I mean what I said, but we don't have to take it further than this."
She thought about it, she did get lonely, so lonely. Often yearning for the physical.
"Any port in any storm, Princess." He interrupted her thoughts.
"Huh?" She chortled, "What does that mean?"
He smirked, his forehead now pressed against hers, his half lidded gaze warmed her cheeks. "It meaaans...if you need me...for anything, don't hesitate."
Most of her little face seemed to flush into a cherry red, it seemed like they were on the same page but she just had to make sure that was exactly what he meant.
"Do you think about doing that" Her eyes darted down to his crotch and back up, for emphasis "...too?"
"S-Sometimes...I know it's not right but" he had to agree with what she was feeling. It did get lonely and even though she was his sister, he didn't mind so long as it was the same for her. "S-Sometimes I..wanna do more like..." His hand left the top of hers and carefully went to cup her cheek, using his thumb to tenderly stroke away any tears from her face.
"Like what..?"
He pulled her in a little closer and tilted his head up to bump their noses together before both of them came in to seal another warm kiss.
The youngest ended her flashback, not her fondest trip down memory lane, but she'll always appreciate what Yakko was willing to do for them. Wakko had longed finished his second and even third cigarette as he was still, silently, processing the scenario. Of course he still loved them but did that mean they were in love with each other?
Dot, now feeling a bit more playful and a little less downhearted, interrupted his train of thought. "You reeeally wanna know how something like this starts?" Wakko nodded and Dot dipped her head down, holding her brother's head in place by his cheeks and firmly pecked him on the lips.
Wakko's cheeks went a little red, but it was mainly the surprise. Her kiss was sweet, like the typical kisses he would give her when they were younger and she was sad about something, before they really knew better.
"Oh..."
After mulling over the situation a few more times, he came up with a slight solution. He pulled off his cap to reach into his gagbag and handed her a can that read: ACME AIR FRESHENER. RIDS ALL ODORS. LIKE A CAN OF FRESH AIR!
"What's this for?"
Wakko scoffed, "So I don't have to smell your shame. I use it for the cigarette smell. That's how I've been getting away with it."
"Thank you, Wakko. "
"Don't mention it."