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      Published: 2017-04-21 Chapters: 10/? Words: 13044
****** Nightquest ******
by Pyradoxon
Summary
     When Stan walks in on Mabel exploring herself, a chain of unexpected
     incidents is set in motion. Being confronted with their feelings for
     each other they find themselves struggling with what feels to be
     wrong and right at the same time. Afraid and excited at once, they
     cross a line, Stan promised himself to never put into question at
     all. [Please take the warnings serious and read the notes!]
Notes
     I know this story might be way too much for many people out there and
     I totally can relate to that, but well, I wrote it anyways. It is
     fiction. A story made up by my twisted mind and meant to be shared
     with those who's mind actually enjoys reading such stuff. This is
     such a big fandom, so please take the warnings seriously and if
     you're not okay with it, just go on to the next fanfiction.I know I
     will burn in hell for eternity and stuff, but please: Don't like,
     don't read. And to the rest of 'you guys: have fun reading and never
     let go of your imagination and your fantasies :-)
***** Chapter 1 *****
NIGHTQUEST
by Nick Sanchez
a Pyradoxon project
It was already in the afternoon, when Stan walked up the stairs to the attic.
Ford and Dipper had left the house before sunrise to do whatever. Probably some
science stuff. At least Dipper seemed to be really happy, so he had no
intention to stop the two of them.
He had already closed the store for today and decided to spend the rest of the
day with Mabel, who seemed not that happy about Dipper following Ford like a
little puppy. During the last days, she had become more and more quiet and Stan
really started to worry about her. Maybe some quality time with her Grunkle
would be a good distraction. At least, he was willing to give it a try.
When he finally reaches the upper floor, he slowly walks towards the closed
door, while still thinking about what he could probably do to cheer his
grandniece up. He would even watch some creepy soap opera with her, if it made
her happy. Sighing, he runs a hand through his face, when he suddenly hears a
familiar voice:
“Grunkle...Staaaaan… ”, Mabel’s breathless voice sounds from the other side of
the door.
“What the-? Sweetie?! “, he shouts and almost jumps through the door, being
prepared to fight whatever is doing any harm to his grandniece. The more
surprised he is, when he finds himself in the middle of the room, fists
clenched, confronted with what his brain denies to understand.
The brunette girl is lying backwards on her bed on top of her blanket and
staring at him in pure horror. Panties between her ankles and hands between her
pale legs, she opens her mouth and finally lets out a terrifying scream that
makes Stan instantly flinch.
Overstrained of what he is looking at, he stumbles backwards and shakes his
head. He waves his hands through the air and averts his gaze of his screaming
niece, who hectically tries to cover herself with her blanket.
“Wow, I am so sorry! I thought you kinda were in trouble, Sweetie! I didn’t
mean to… IM SORRY! “, he stutters and leaves the room backwards through the
door. His legs seem to move on their own, when they turn him around and walk
down the stairs. He still feels like being hit with a rock in the face. This
was by far the most fucked-up situation he had ever found himself with one of
the children. Pictures keep reappearing in his mind and he tries to push them
away. What had just happened had never been meant for his eyes. He better
forgets about it right now!
There is nothing unusual with a girl at the age of twelve exploring herself… he
tries to calm himself down and ignores the small little detail, that’s really
creeping him out. Why did she call your name?
He shakes his head and walks straight into the kitchen, opening the fridge and
grabbing for a can of beer. With a familiar sound, the cap pops open and he
presses the can to his mouth, almost emptying at once.
He sinks down on a chair at the kitchen-table and closes his eyes for a moment.
He lets out another deep sigh and grabs his red hat, placing it on the chair
next to him. Calm down, old man. This is just the weirdness of puberty.
Whoever’s name she calls, while doing… things… is her own business, no one
else’s! It means absolutely nothing!
He truly wishes his inner voice was more convincing. What a mess…
Mabel was nowhere to be seen outside her room, until the evening, when Ford and
Dipper returned from their trip into the woods.
“We’re back! Anybody home? ”, Ford’s deep voice sounds through the shack and
makes Stand flinch in his chair in the living-room. Confused he looks around
and narrows his eyes. He can’t even remember how he got here.
“Over here, no need to make that much noise! “, he mumbles loudly and watches
his older brother and his grandnephew entering the room. Dipper has a bright
smile on his face and his eyes are glowing of happiness.
“Grunkle Stan! You’ll never guess what we found in a cave near the waterfalls!
“,he shouts excited and jumps from one leg on the other one. Ford giggles and
casually runs a hand through the boy’s hair. When Dipper looks at him with a
strange gaze, he quickly pulls his hand back and pretends to not have noticed.
“Ah, it really wasn’t that big of a deal… just a bunch of old werewolf-stuff…”,
he says and smiles at Stan.
“Werewolves, Stan! There has to be a whole tribe out there in the woods! “,
Dipper shouts.
“Don’t you call that a pack? “, Stan suggests.
“That’s not the point! “, Dipper protests and crosses his arms in front of his
chest.
“I know! So why don’t you two get out of that dirty clothes and I take care of
a decent dinner? You two have to tell me every detail, okay? “
Dipper nods and turns around, when he hesitates.
“Grunkle Stan, where is Mabel? “, he asks.
“Uhm… probably upstairs?”, he answers and shakes his shoulders.
Dipper doesn’t seem to have noticed the sudden tension in Stan’s voice and
walks out of the room without asking further questions.
Ford on the other hand rises an eyebrow and gives him a checking look.
“Somethin’ happened, Stanley? “, he asks while carefully watching his brother’s
face.
“Uhm… no… everything is fine…”
“You wanna tell me somethin’?”, Ford asks again, this time clearly worried.
“I said ‘no’! Just get out and let me make somethin’ for dinner, okay? “, Stan
grumbles and rises from his chair. End of conversation.
***** Chapter 2 *****
When Dipper enters the room in the attic, he finds Mabel sitting on her bed,
her face covered in her hands and quietly sobbing. Immediately he lets his
backpack drop on the floor and walks over to her.
“Mabel?! What’s wrong?”, he asks obviously worried and sits himself next to her
on the bed. Carefully he reaches for her shoulder and softly touches her.
Mabel looks up, wipes away the tears with the back of her hand and presses her
lips together. Her eyes are read from crying and her brown hair is a mess.
“What happened?”, Dipper asks again.
“…uh… nothing… I guess this just isn’t my day… “, she tries to change the topic
and a forced smile appears on her face.
“Mabel… I am your brother… it’s me… you know, you can talk to me, right? I
mean, no matter what, I am here, okay? “, Dipper says low-voiced and gives his
best to sound confident.
“Thanks, Dip…”, Mable mumbles and pulls her brother into a close hug. They stay
like this for several minutes, until Mabel finally breaks the hug and wipes
away a streak of hair, hanging into her face.
Dipper gives her a bright smile and pets her shoulder, before he gets off the
bed and starts to get rid of his dirty clothes. He throws his vest on top of
his bed, drops his shirt in a bucket next to the door and opens the door of the
wardrobe to look for another shirt. After picking a white one and quickly
pulling it over his head, he pulls down his pants and also drops them into the
bucket. When he looks down his legs, he rises an eyebrow and takes a closer
look at a bunch of bruises. His trip with Ford obviously has left some marks.
When he remembers the both of them, slowly walking into the dark cave, his
heart almost skips a beat. They had been closer as usual to each other, to
avoid being parted. They hadn’t spoken at all and just followed the dancing
beam of the flashlight.
“Seems like you really enjoyed your trip…”, Mabel’s voice lets him snap out of
his thoughts and he realizes that he is still not wearing any pants, except for
his boxers. Hectically he pulls one out of the wardrobe and almost jumps into
it, while nodding.
“Yeah, it really was awesome! You should’ve seen the cave, Mabel, it was
biiiig! And Ford… he really doesn’t seem to be afraid at all. I wish I was as
calm at him…”, Dipper says and sinks down on his own bed.
“So… what did you do all day?”, he tries to pick up the conversation from
earlier and watches Mabel’s face flushing red. She had never been a good liar,
but it is obvious, that whatever happened today, she doesn’t want to talk about
it. A fact that makes Dipper feel really uncomfortable. The twins usually don’t
have that many secrets from each other and just now he can’t imagine what has
happened, what can explain his sister’s strange behavior.
“Kids!!! Dinner!”, Grunkle Stan’s voice thunders through the shack and Mabel’s
eyes widen. Before Dipper can ask, she jumps from her bed, pulls her skirt into
the right position and lets out a sigh.
“Shall we?”, she asks him and points at the door. Dipper nods and follows her
through the door.
“…and that is when we found out, that the cave has, in fact, been a werewolf-
hideout!”, Dipper tells open mouthed, while chewing on a piece of meat.
Although he had some worries at the beginning, until now, dinner had almost
turned out as usual as it could be. Ford had given them a speech on werewolf
behavior, what Stan had commented with rolling his eyes, while Dipper listened
closely to every word, his idol said.
However, Mabel stays quiet for most of the time, staring at her plate and being
lost in her own thoughts. Sometimes she glances in Stan’s direction, but looks
down again, before their gazes meet.
Stan uncomfortably moves on his chair and tries to remain calm but he can’t
prevent himself from watching his grandniece several times. Hopefully neither
Ford nor Dipper take notice of the tension in the air. He needs to talk to her…
but what do you wanna say?
He leans back in his chair and watches Dipper and Ford discussing their
observations. Dipper waves his hand in excitement and Ford seems to think about
something the boy said.
“I think you’re right… but that would mean, if we want to find out where they
actually hide, we have to come back there at full-moon…”, Ford mumbles more to
himself than to the audience.
“Which is today!”, Dipper shouts and jumps up from his chair.
“Oh my god! Grunkle Ford, you know what that means?! We have to go back there…
NOW!”
Ford gives him a surprised look but finally he nods.
“You’re right… get your things, Dipper! We have science to do!”
Ford hasn’t even finished his sentence, when Dipper runs out of the room and
his steps up the stairs echo though the shack.
“Really? You wanna go out there in the night, bro? I hope you know, what you’re
doing…”, Stan groans and gives his brother a warning glare.
“We’ll be fine, okay? You two just stay here and… get over whatever this is
between the two of you!”
Stan looks up in surprise and Mabel almost drops her fork.
“Don’t you two look at me like that. A blind man can see that something is
going on here. I don’t know what, but I strongly suggest you two to get rid of
the issue…”, Ford says and grabs his coat. It takes another two minutes, until
Dipper returns from the attic and both of them leave the shack though the
front-door.
Finally, it is Mabel who breaks the silence:
“I am sorry, Grunkle Stan… I didn’t mean to scream at you… I just…”
“Don’t you worry about that, pumpkin. In fact, it was my fault. I should’ve
knocked. I really feel awful for not having done so…”, Stan admits and looks at
the girl, who looks like she wants to hide in her pullover. When she finally
looks up and their gazes meet, Stan sees tears dwelling up the corners of her
already red eyes.
“Don’t cry, Mabel…”, Stan says while his throat gets dry. Slowly he rises from
his chair, walks around the table and stops next to the brown-haired girl.
“You must think, I am disgusting…”, she mumbles.
Stan hunkers down in front of her and softly places a hand under her chin to
make her look him in the eyes.
“Why would I ever think that, Mabel?”, he asks carefully.
“B-because you heard me… right? I know it. You heard me call your name…”, Mabel
sobs and finally bursts into tears. Her small body starts shaking and she
buries her face in her sweatshirt. Stan softly pulls her into a close hug and
pets her back.
“Shshsh… everything is going to be fine… I love you, how could I ever be
disgusted by you? Don’t worry about what you said… sometimes, thoughts tend to
get a bit weird while making oneself feel good. You don’t have to be ashamed of
it… it is only natural…”, Stan tries to calm her down and gently rubs her back
through the fabric of her shirt.
“I’m not talking about sometimes, Grunkle Stan… I… think of you almost every
time…”, she whispers and he feels her small fingers clawing into his back,
almost as if she wants to get sure, he won’t just run away. He lets out a deep
sigh and rises an eyebrow. This is going to be much more complicated than he
expected.
He gently pushes her back and creates a gap between the two of them, to look
her into the eye.
“Mabel, these are fantasies. I don’t know about what you think of doing with me
or me doing to you and it is absolutely none of my business. These are your
fantasies, Mabel, you don’t have to share them with anyone…”
He smiles at her and tips her on the forehead.
“What happens within that pretty head of yours… belongs to you… and in there,
you can do whatever you want. Without having to excuse yourself for it…”
“But it is wrong, right? I shouldn’t have those thoughts about you… did you
know, that I always wanted to… kinda… kiss you, Grunkle Stan?”, Mabel suddenly
asks.
Stan gulps and his eyes widen in disbelieve. He can’t help himself, but the
thought of his grandniece wanting to actually kiss him, pushes some buttons
within him. The way she looks at him is almost making him feel dizzy. When she
suddenly steps a bit closer, he holds his breath and watches her silently. She
gives him that cute smile, he had fallen for, the first time he saw it, and
bends herself forward.
“Mabel… don’t…”, he breathlessly whispers when she closes her eyes.
When her soft lips touch his, he almost waits for Mabel to backtrack, but
instead she slings her arms around his neck and presses her lips harder to his
mouth. Small fingers run through his hair, when he feels her warm tongue
pushing against his lips, begging for entrance. He slowly opens his mouth and
almost gets overwhelmed by the sensation of Mabel deepening the kiss. Even if
he wanted, there is no way he can ever convince himself, that this is just some
innocent kiss between relatives. With shaking hands, he pulls her closer to his
chest and finally lets his own tongue respond to the girls attempts to explore
his mouth. Hot waves run down his back and he feels his heart beating in his
chest, when he tastes strawberry and some other fruits. He almost giggles.
Mabel’s mouth almost tastes like he always imagined. Stop!
He snaps out of his moment of weakness and softly pushes Mabel back. She gives
him a questioning look and her face flushes red. He can’t believe how beautiful
she is…
Stop this!
He clears his throat and shakes his head.
“I’m sorry, Sweetie, but we really shouldn’t be doing this. Look, I am your
greatuncle and kinda responsible for you… I couldn’t ever forgive myself, if I
gave in to something that might hurt you or you might regret afterwards.
Believe me, you don’t want this. I am an old man and I will probably burn in
hell for even considering to go on with this…”, Stan tries to explain and gives
her an excusing look.
“Not to speak of how much this would get me into serious trouble… it is
considered illegal for a reason… You’re not only way to young… we’re related…
Shit, Mabel, I am really sorry…”, he slowly says and presses his lips together.
“Anything is legal, as long there’s no cops around, right? That is what you
told us!”, Mabel protests and crosses her arms in front of her chest to prevent
her body from shaking.
“Mabel…”, Stan starts just at the moment, the girl turns around and runs out of
the room. He hears her steps on the stairs and soon after, the door to the
attic gets slammed.
“Fuck!”, me mumbles and sinks down on his chair. His lips still feel numb from
their intense kiss and he still tastes strawberry. With shaking hands, he puts
down his glasses on the table and quickly wipes away a silent tear. His boxers
are feeling quite uncomfortable with him being rock-hard. His body had always
been the biggest traitor when it had come to him trying to convince himself
that everything was fine.
Don’t even think about it. You’re going to hell for this… this is by far too
fucked-up, old man…
***** Chapter 3 *****
Almost an hour has passed, when Mabel takes a deep breath and rolls herself to
her back on her bed. Staring at the ceiling, she thinks about what happened
earlier in the kitchen. Softly, she places a finger on her lips and tries to
remember how it had felt, to feel Stan’s lips on her own.
A hot shiver runs down her back, when the memories pop up in her mind, leaving
her almost breathless for several seconds.
It had felt so damn good. It had been so much better than she ever had
imagined. The way he had responded the kiss and pulled her close to him had
been so gentle. She can almost feel his soft touches on her back. The thought,
that this might have been the closest she would ever get to him, makes her feel
empty inside. Nothing will be as it has been before. She sits herself up and
shakes her head. What if this was the day when she had just ruined everything?
The thought makes her shiver. Maybe she should just try to get some sleep. This
day is already as messed up as it can get…
She slides her legs out of the bed and reaches for the bottom of her sweater,
to take it off, when a silent knock on the door makes her freeze. Surprised,
she looks up and narrows her eyes. Maybe wishful thinking?
“Mabel?”, Stan’s voice sounds from the other side of the door and makes her
jump.
“Grunkle Stan?”, she asks nervously and stares at the door.
“Can I come in?”, her great-uncle asks. She nods and adds a quick “yes”, when
she realizes, he can’t see her through the closed door.
When Stan slowly opens the door and enters the room, the expression on his face
is a mask of black despair. When their eyes meet, he gives her a warm smile and
slowly walks into her direction. He looks like he is fighting down the urge to
just turn around and run away.
“Grunkle Stan, you’re alright?”, Mabel asks with a worried voice and watches
him carefully.
“No sweetie, I am far from being alright… In fact… I feel awful… awful for
being such a jerk and… being such a monster… Geez, I really shouldn’t be
telling you this. I… I just want to make sure you don’t feel bad about anything
that has happened lately…”, he says low-voiced and smirks.
“You feel bad about it, right, Grunkle Stan?”, Mabel asks shyly and looks down
on the floor to avoid looking him in the eyes.
She hears him move closer and finally their gazes meet, when he gets down on
his knees, in front of her.
“I feel bad about the fact that I let myself go and actually enjoyed it,
although I should have never done so. I mean, Mabel, you’re beautiful and I
can’t even tell you how much I love you, but you’re still an innocent girl and…
I mean, you should make those experiences with someone being your age and there
is no need to rush things. Take your time, sweetie. Adulthood comes sooner than
you wish for… I promise…”
“But I keep on having these weird feelings… it gets hot… and… I have these
thoughts…”, Mabel tries to explain with a burning sensation on her face.
“That’s alright… just keep on exploring end experimenting with yourself…”, Stan
almost whispers and feels his palms getting sweaty.
“I’ve read in books about it… they always write about reaching a certain point
that feels like you’re in heaven. Grunkle Stan? Does this point really exist?”,
she suddenly asks.
Stan’s eyes widen and he opens his mouth but remains silent. It is just now, he
realizes how close to the beginning Mabel is with exploring her own body. He
really should punch himself!
“Uhm… you never got to that point so far?”, he carefully asks and bites his
lower lip.
“No… I tried. You know… like earlier, when you bumped in on me… but when it is
getting too intense… I just can’t go any further… my hands start shaking and I
have to stop…”, she explains while giving him a checking look.
“Like I just told you, just take your time… no need to push yourself further
than you can… But I can promise you, this point, you’re talking about, it
really exists…”
“And how do I know I reached it?”, Mabel keeps on asking, obviously being
curious.
“Wow… uhm… that is hard to explain… I guess you just know, when you’re there…
you’re a girl, so it isn’t that obvious, when reaching your climax… at least,
most of the time…”
“What?”
“Urgh, nevermind…”, Stand mumbles and tries to get rid of his squirting
fantasies.
“What if I am not doing it right?”, Mabel suddenly asks with a worried face.
“I am pretty sure, you are…”
“Yes? You saw me, earlier, right… did that look right to you, Stan?”, she
continues to ask and Stan’s mouth is starting to get dry.
“I…I… I didn’t look that close, Mabel! I was pretty shocked… I mean, I may have
guessed what you were doing from your position and movements… but it is not
like I have seen… Oh Mabel, we shouldn’t be having this conversation… this is
just wrong…”, he says while trying to calm himself down. He is feeling way to
hot right now.
“Could you… maybe… just take a look?”
“WHAT?”, he almost chokes on his own salvia.
“You could just… watch… and tell me if I am doing right…”, Mabel suggests and
gives him a look full of expectation.
“You don’t need any advise, Mabel. Especially not from me… Geez, you’re so
innocent, but I am not… Mabel, I have done so many things in my live, it would
be a lie if I told you I could just sit there and watch without feeling pretty
weird on my own. Even if I really wanted to, there is no way I could possibly
justify this afterwards…”, he tries to explain and ignore the fact, that his
pants are felling uncomfortably tight again. You’re a sick bastard…
“Please?”, Mabel asks and gives him that certain look, that always manages to
make his heart melt.
She has no clue what she is doing right now… Stop it!
Maybe Ford would be able to pretend this to be some strange science project…
but he isn’t Ford and he is pretty sure he won’t be able to pretend this to be
anything else that what it actually is: unforgivably wrong!
He takes a deep breath and finally nods. You’re as good as dead… if anyone ever
finds out…
“Just… promise me to not force yourself to do anything you don’t want, okay? If
you want me to go, just tell me, okay? I won’t make you do anything… right?”,
he hears his own shivering voice and slowly rises from the floor to place
himself at the other end of the bed. He makes sure to leave some distance
between the two of you, to don’t make Mabel feel like she’s trapped or
something. And for you to be out of reach to just touch her…
“Thanks, Grunkle Stan!”, Mabel cheers and pulls her legs back onto the bed. He
answers with a soft smile and gives her a wink. What has he just gotten himself
into?
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Here we go again... I have warned you. This chapter is part of why
     this story is rated explicit!
     I know it is wrong... please forgive me...
Mabel watches him closely while placing herself on her back and slowly
spreading her legs. When she pulls up her skirt, Stan has to gulp at the view
of her almost soaking wet panties. This is going to take pretty much self-
control to not just bend forward and touch what he is seeing. Again, he bites
his lower lip, when Mabel slowly lets slide a finger into her panties and he
watches her hand move under the fabric. Her eyes are still locked on his, when
she starts moving her hand and pushes her toes into the mattress. She strokes
herself gently, before pausing and pulling down her panties with the other
hand, leaving Stan being overwhelmed by the view of watching her doing so.
He has some trouble, preventing his hand moving towards his crotch, when Mabel
uses her left hand to gently part her wet lips and lets a finger of her right
one slowly slide into her bright pink pussy. Juice drops from her wet entrance
onto the sheets beneath her, when she pulls her finger back and starts touching
her clit.
“God… you’re so beautiful… “, Stan wheezes while licking his lips.
“Hmmmmm”, Mabel lets out a deep moan and intensifies her movements, getting her
even more wet.
Stan is completely unable to take his eyes of the scenario in front of him,
while his member keeps on pulsating between his own legs, begging for attention
and release, he is unable to give right now.
“Hng… can’t… go on…”, Mabel suddenly whispers and her body starts to shake,
before she pulls her hands back and collapses on her back.
This is just too much for Stan to bear. From the view of her swollen lips,
soaked in juice, twitching in need to be taken care of, he clearly can tell,
that Mabel hasn’t reached her climax yet.
“You want me… to make you feel good, sweetie?”, he hears his own voice and
can’t believe what he is actually saying.
Mabel rises her head, gives him an approving look and nods.
“Yes… please, Grunkle Stan…. PLEASE….”, she says breathlessly and smiles.
He slowly bends forward, gives her a last checking look before he carefully
places his hands on her knees, to gently spread her legs a bit further. He
takes his time, letting his hands slide down her inner thighs and carefully
watches her. When he is sure, that Mabel is actually okay with what is
happening, he takes a deep breath and gives in to his urges to finally place a
hand between her legs.
“Hmmmmm”, he can’t suppress a deep groan, when his fingers almost get sucked up
by the dripping wet warmth.
“Uhhhhh…”, Mabel moans and her small hands reach out to her pussy, to
hectically pull her pink lips apart, giving her great-uncle a view, that almost
leaves him breathless.
She moves her hips towards him and almost presses herself against his hand.
“Please…”, she wheezes.
How could he not go on with her begging like that? He gently grabs her clit
between his thumb and index finger and slowly starts rubbing the little pink
pearl between his fingertips. Mabel’s body tenses within seconds and she pushes
her hips towards him. He can’t resist to reach out for her welcoming entrance
with his other hand and gently pushes the tips of two fingers inside her,
making her rear up on the bed.
“Uhhhh! Grunkle Stan! It feels weird…”, she moans and catches for breath.
“You want me to stop, sweetie?”, he asks and freezes for a moment.
“What? NOOOO! Please… don’t stop…!”, she shouts and lifts her head to give him
a begging look.
“Okay… just relax, Mabel, and remember, you can make me stop anytime, just say
so… you got that?”, he reassures before continuing the movements of his
fingers. Suddenly one of her hands grabs for his left wrist and slowly pushes
his fingers deeper into her.
Overwhelmed by the sight of his knuckles disappearing in the moist warmth
underneath him, he intensifies the movement of his other hand, causing her
whole small body to shiver. Sweat is dripping from his forehead, when Mabel
rears up again and lets out a long moan.
“Urgh… what? Oh my god… Grunkle Stan! Ahhhhhhh…”, she wheezes and moves her
hips in the rhythm of his movements. From her muscles clenching around his
fingers, he can tell that she is almost there. It won’t need that much more to
finally push her over the edge…
He bends further forward and his eyes widen in surprise, when Mabel suddenly
sits herself up, claws her fingers into his back and her soft lips crush down
on his. She pulls him into a deep kiss and when he opens his mouth a bit, she
uses the chance to let her tongue slide between his lips. She is breathing
heavily and her body clenches even tighter around his fingers, when he starts
moving his other hand faster, making her moan in pleasure.
She interrupts the kiss to let out a “What the-?!” and her eyes lock on his,
when her pupils widen and her whole body starts shaking underneath him. Tears
dwell up in the corners of her eyes and a scream of joy leaves her throat,
before she pushes herself against him, as hard as possible, before finally
collapsing on the mattress.
A small line of salvia runs down her chin and she closes her eyes for a moment.
Stan watches her closely, being frozen in his position, hands still resting
between Mabel’s legs.
“You’re okay, sweetie?”, he asks gently and waits for her to open her eyes.
“I… I think… I just reached the… point… My body feels so hot and… I don’t know
how to describe what just happened… what did you do, Grunkle Stan?”, she
mumbles and sits herself up again. Her bed is a mess and her skirt is hanging
twisted around her hips. When she looks down on herself, her face flushes red
and an insecure look appears on her face.
Stan gives her a comforting smile, finally pulls back his hands and gently
pulls her into a close hug. When she leans herself against him and buries her
face in his chest, he softly lets run his fingers through her hair.
“I just did my best to make you feel good, Mabel… that’s all… Did you enjoy
it?”
“Are you kidding? This was awesome! Although I am sorry I… made such a mess…”,
she whispers into his chest and her fingers clench into the fabric of his white
top.
“Shhh, just relax. Everything is fine… that’s the way your body shows its
excitement… nothing to worry about, okay?”, he asks and inhales her scent.
“O-okay… uhm, Grunkle Stan?”
„What is it? “
„Thanks. Thank you so much… “
„I hope you don’t regret it… you know, this is considered wrong for a reason… I
should have never done this…it is illegal and if this gets public, I’ll go to
prison… I mean, like literally… If Ford doesn’t kill me first… I guess. This
has to stay between the two of us…”, he says and presses his lips together.
“You told us… anything is legal, if there’s no cops around, right?”, Mabel
remarks again.
Stan shakes his head and smiles.
“Yeah, I know I said that… but I promise, I wasn’t talking about anything like…
THIS…”
“So… let me ask you a question…”
“Hm?”
“How can something be wrong when it feels so right at the same time?”, she
finally asks.
Stan is left speechless for a moment. Was he really talking to a twelve-year
old right now? That question was kinda… deep…
“I don’t know… really… I don’t know”, he admits and wishes he could tell her
anything else.
“It’s already late, Mabel, you should catch some sleep… I have no clue when
Ford and Dipper will return, but by the time they do, we should be sure they
don’t find us like…this…”
She winks at him and smiles before she presses her lips on his mouth for
another time, to give him a quick kiss.
“You’re right… Good night, Stan… and… I love you…”, she shyly whispers.
“I love you too, pumpkin”, Stan says and finally rises from her bed. By the
time he leaves the attic, he is pretty sure that he won’t catch much sleep that
night. Everything in his head is spinning. Thoughts, pictures, memories,
worries, dreams… all together they form a mix that leaves him almost dizzy.
This was never supposed to happen. But it had felt good… way too good. He lets
a hand slide down his chest and touches his erection through the fabric of his
boxers… he better be sure to get himself some release before Ford and Dipper
return.
***** Chapter 5 *****
“Mabel! Wake up!”, a familiar voice makes her snap out of her sleep. Puzzled,
she opens her eyes and directly looks into Dipper’s, who’s nose is almost
tipping her’s.
“Dipper?! What the…?”, she asks yawning and wipes her eyes. The sun is already
shining through the window of the attic. How long has she been sleeping?
“Last night… You should’ve been there. We actually saw werewolves! I mean, can
you even believe that? Okay, it was really cool until they took notice of us
and started hunting us down… we had to hide underneath some rocks… my legs
still hurt from almost sitting on Ford and trying not to move…”, he begins to
tell and rises an eyebrow.
“Something tells me, that you nevertheless did enjoy that part, right?”, she
says and gives him a knowing smile.
He narrows his eyes and gives her a questioning look.
“What? It was cold… and moist… and I had a full bladder… so… it was a
nightmare…”, Dipper says with a look of embarrassment on his face.
“Wow… okay… don’t tell me… you…”, she slowly starts.
“What?! No! I mean, Ford actually tried to convince me, that wetting one’s
pants is still better than being killed… but… I might have chosen otherwise…”,
he sighs and sits down on the edge of her bed.
Mabel sits herself up and places a hand on her brother’s shoulder.
“What’s up, Dipper? Something else going on?”, she keeps on asking.
“What… no… I don’t think so… I mean… Urgh, I feel like losing my mind, Mabel.
Since Ford stepped out of that portal… the more time I spend with him, the more
I get the feeling, I might not be the only freak within our family. I mean,
Mabel, you’re my sister, nobody means as much to me as you, but when being with
Ford, I kinda have the feeling he really understands me… Not just accept me as
weird, but really understands me… I have never had that feeling before, you
know? “
“Hmmm, like a special connection between the two of you? Something invisible
for others?”, Mabel suggests.
“Yes! Exactly! It is like we’re linked to each other… we often finish each
other’s sentences, although we just met a couple of weeks ago… You think this
is… weird? “
“What do you mean?” Mabel gives him a questioning look.
“Uhm… urgh, I guess, I just can’t forget what Wendy said to me, the other
day…”, Dipper mumbles.
Now it is Mabel’s turn to rise an eyebrow. She definitely is having a feeling,
that she might have missed something.
“What exactly did she say to you, Dipper?”, she finally asks.
It is obvious, that her brother is not feeling comfortable talking about the
topic, but nevertheless, he lets out a deep sigh and answers:
“Ah, it probably was just her way of messing around with me… she came to me and
said something like ‘look Dipper, that is exactly what I meant when I was
talking about you being too young for me, you still are a child and there is
nothing wrong with it’. I think I might have gave her a very disturbing look,
cause she let out a nervous laugh and went on with saying ‘…You know what I am
talking about? Having a crush on your uncle… ?’”, Dipper almost whispers.
“What has your crush on Ford have to do with you being a child?”, Mabel asks
out loudly.
Dippers eyes widen in panic and he gasps for air.
“What?! That’s not the point! The point is that she thinks I actually have a
crush on Ford!... wait… you think that, too?! Are you kidding me?! Mabel!”, he
shouts and shakes his head.
“Oh, come on, Dipper… it’s not like anybody could not see the way you look at
him… You could as well put a sign on your forehead…”, she says and rolls her
eyes.
“I like him! I like to spend time with him… but not the way I like Wendy, you
know?”, he tries to explain.
“You sure about that?”, Mabel keeps on digging.
“YES! I mean… how could I ever… he is… a man! And he is… old? He is our great-
uncle!”, Dipper tries to sum up.
“Yeah… and he also is… calm, cool, handsome, brave, intelligent… aaaaaaand your
idol, right?”, Mabel continues the list and gives him a wink.
“Stop it! That is ridiculous! Just because I like to be with him, doesn’t mean
I want to… uhm… I don’t even know what to say! I guess, it feels just nice to
be with someone who actually enjoys your company… okay?! I mean… could you
imagine yourself… and Ford? Or Stan? Whoahhhh, what a creepy thought… I’m
getting goosebumps right now…”
“Really?”, Mabel sighs.
“Come on, this is pointless… Neither of us has really kissed someone, yet. I
mean, like really… And I can’t even imagine me doing this with Ford without
almost freaking out… I mean… not just on the lips but using your tongue and…”
“Whoah, Dipper! Stop it, I know what you’re talking about, okay? I have read
those books, too, you remember? Where they did even weirder stuff with each
other?”, Mabel interrupts him.
Dippers face turns red and he silently nods.
“I’d rather not talk about those books… We agreed on those things being pretty
gross, you remember? I still don’t know why anyone would like to read this
stuff…”
“Yeah… you’re probably right…”, she finally says and decides to change the
topic. She still is pretty sure, Dipper is actually having some kind of weird
crush on their great-uncle Ford, but maybe it hasn’t to do anything with
physical attraction at all. Her crush on Stan, on the other hand… is a whole
other story. One, she hopefully never has to talk about to Dipper… or Ford. The
thought leaves a nasty feeling in her stomach.
She wonders, what Dipper would say, if he had the slightest clue of what had
happened between her and their great-uncle Stan. When she remembers last night,
a hot shiver runs down her back and she bites her lower lip. Although Stan had
mentioned him being worried about her regretting the whole thing, she still
wouldn’t have decided otherwise.
Her lower lip starts shaking when the memories of last night return. A hot wave
runs through her body and she gasps while sitting herself up in her bed.
“What time is it?”, she mumbles, still sleepy.
“Uhm… about two o’clock… half of the day has already passed! And I thought, I
would need a good portion of sleep after last night… I tried to wake you up for
breakfast earlier, but you were sleeping like a rock, so…”, Dipper says and
smiles at her.
He opens his mouth to add something, when a familiar voice thunders through the
shack:
“Dipper?! ‘You up there? I could really use a helping hand down at the
basement!”
“On my way, Grunkle Ford!”, Dipper shouts. Before he turns around to leave the
attic, the two of them exchange an intense look. They always had a way to talk
to each other without saying a single word and it is obvious what Dipper is
asking: you okay?
Mabel nods silently and watches him quickly leaving the room.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Dippers arms already feel heavy from holding wires and carrying boxes from one
end of the room to the other, when Ford sinks down on an old swivel chair in
front of the control panel of the portal and lets out an exhausted sigh. They
have been working on one of the main-control-units of the portal for almost
four hours. Ford had given his best to explain the basics of electro-technics
and wiring to Dipper, while repairing what was left of some converters and
batteries within the whole construction. Dipper had listened to him quietly and
his head still kept on spinning from all the complex input. At least he was
pretty sure to never ever forget Ohm’s law for the rest of his life.
“This will take much more time than expected…”, Ford almost mumbles to himself
and runs a hand through his grey hair, before he grabs his glasses to wipe them
on his red top.
“Can we at least make some break to eat something? I am literally starving…”,
Dipper admits and points at his belly that has been creating strange noises for
the last half hour.
“Whoah… you could have told me earlier, you know? I tend to forget about the
most basic needs while working on my projects…”, Ford says while putting his
glasses back on.
“Yeah, I know, when I went to the toilet earlier and came back afterwards, you
didn’t even seem to have noticed that I was gone… I just hope you would
recognize if I stopped breathing right next to you…”, Dipper says and lets out
an insecure laugh.
Ford gives him an excusing look.
“I am sorry… You know I would, right? I mean… although it might not be that
obvious sometimes, I really care for you, Dipper. Speaking of which… I have in
fact not been unaware of something bothering you lately… You know, you get that
special look when you get lost in your own thoughts and I’m pretty sure you
keep worrying about something… wanna talk about it?”, Ford asks calmly.
Dipper’s eyes widen in surprise and he almost shakes his head, but then he
presses his lips together and nods.
“Actually, there are a few things…”, he starts with a shaking voice and averts
his gaze from his greatuncle.
“Okay… can I maybe be of any help with one of these… things?”, Ford continues
carefully.
“I don’t know…”, Dipper admits and sinks down to a chair next to Ford.
“It is rather complicated, you know? Everything seems to change, lately… me…
Mabel…”
“What about Mabel? You two got into a fight or something?”
“No! No…it is just… I think she is hiding something from me. I mean, we always
kept our little secrets, you know, but when it came to something… bigger… we
could talk about it. But know, there are these things… I don’t even wanna talk
about with Mabel… and just imagining that she might have such things as well…
really creeps me out… I mean, I could totally understand, but nevertheless it
feels… wrong, you know?”
“Uhm… I am not really sure if I have the slightest clue what you’re talking
about, Dipper… What things?”, Ford keeps on digging and rests his chin on his
hand.
“Oh geez… I don’t know… feelings?”, Dipper whispers and feels his face heating
up.
An expression of comprehension rushes over Fords face and he slowly nods.
“Well… the two of you get older from day to day, soon you won’t be children
anymore, but young adults. Many things are changing during this time, it is
only natural. Your interests change, your body changes… and also your feelings.
Sometimes you might experience some weird thoughts… but there is no reason to
be afraid of that...”, Ford tries to explain and gives the boy a soft smile.
“Weird thoughts, huh? You don’t say… but, uhm, that is not what I wanna talk
about! I am worried that there might be, in fact, something wrong with Mabel…”
“And what lets you get to that conclusion?”
“Sometimes… usually during the night… I think she might be in pain? I can hear
her, trying to be silent, but she keeps on turning around in her bed, making
those noises…”
Ford raises his eyebrows and opens his mouth.
“Well… uhm… there might be an explanation for that, Dipper… okay, where shall I
start… uhm…”, Ford tries to find the right words.
“…and she is taking these pills. She keeps on hiding them, but I know she takes
‘em. Yesterday I found her burst into tears and she didn’t wanna tell me what
the hell is wrong!”, Dipper almost shout and a silent tear runs down his cheek.
He quickly wipes it away and takes a deep breath. He has absolutely no
intention to cry like a baby in front of Ford.
“Wait, what?”, Ford asks and gives him a confused look.
“Pills? What pills?”, he asks and wrinkles appear on his forehead.
“How the hell would I know?! Maybe pain-killers? But who the hell would put
pain-killers into a pink box…?”, Dippers thinks loudly and crosses his arms in
front of his chest. He lets out a high scream, when Ford jumps up from his
chair, next to him, his head shaking and mumbling something like
“nononononono…”
“Ford? What’s wrong?”, he asks afraid and gulps.
“We’re finished for today, Dipper. I have to… take care of something else… I’m
sorry… we’ll talk later, okay?”, Ford says hectically and heads towards the
door. Dipper is left behind in confusion.
***** Chapter 7 *****
When Dipper leaves the basement sometime later, Ford is nowhere to be seen.
Still confused, he walks into the living room and finds Stan sitting in his
chair, head in his neck, openmouthed and snoring. He seems to have fallen
asleep while reading the newspaper which is still lying on his lap. Mabel is
sitting on the floor in front of the chair, arms slung closely around Waddles
and watching some kind of Soap Opera.
“Hey Dip, ‘tsup?”, she asks without even turning away from the TV.
“Have you seen Ford?”
“Uhm, no, I thought you two were at the basement?”
“We actually were… nervermind…”, he says and twitches his shoulders.
“You still going to that movie night at Wendy’s tonight?”, Mabel asks and
Waddles lets out a grunt.
“What? Uhm… Whoah! I almost forgot! Sure! You tell the others, right? I think I
better gonna go now… last time, when I arrived Wendy’s friends had already
picked some really creepy movies… you know, the one with the-“
“Stop it! I never wanna hear about that human-centipede-thing again! Just spare
me the details of the other movies, okay?”, Mabel interrupts and gives him a
warning glare.
“I couldn’t sleep for almost a week… now that I think about it…”
“Dipper. Just. Don’t. You know, they probably just picked the movie to freak
you out? And if it makes you feel better, even Wendy told me she almost puked
after watching it…”
“Well, that doesn’t make the memories go away, but thanks… So, uhm, you tell
Stand and Ford that I am over at Wendy’s, but… maybe don’t mention what movies
we’re actually gonna watch… okay?”, Dipper mumbles with a begging expression.
“You know… there is a sequel to the movie?”, Mabel tells with a bright smile
and winks at him.
“GEEEZ! STOP IT!”, Dipper hisses and shakes his head. He waves a fist at her,
while turning around and picking up his vest next to the front door. Mabel
can’t suppress a chuckle and smilingly grabs for the remote. She starts zapping
through the channels, when a hand on her shoulder almost makes her heart skip a
beat and let out a surprised scream. When she turns around, when fshe inds
herself looking Stan into the eye, who is giving her a look of reproach.
“You can be really cruel, you know that, Sweetie?”, he asks and a smirk appears
on his face.
“Wow, you almost scared me to death!”, Mabel responds and tries to put on an
innocent face.
“Didn’t mean to… so, you hungry?”, Stan asks while stretching himself in his
chair.
“Do we still have some ice-cream?”, Mabel asks low-voiced and smiles.
“I bet we have… and there should be some chocolate-sauce, too. You want me to
get some?”, Stan says and gives her a wink.
He leaves her with Waddles and Mabel hears the door of the fridge being opened,
followed by someone rummaging around in the cupboards. When Stan finally
returns, he is holding a bowl of ice-cream and two spoons in one hand and
bottle and a can in the other. He sits himself down in his chair, balances the
bowl on the lean and nods at her while shaking the can.
Mabel eyes widen at the sight of whipped cream and jiggling, she grabs for a
spoon. Stan isn’t even finished with opening the can, when Mabel climbs on top
on him and places herself on his lap and reaching out for the bottle of
chocolate-sauce.
“This is going to be a mess…”, Stan mumbles while adding cream into the bowl.
“This is going to be delicious!”, Mabel replies, turns around the bottle and
starts squeezing it. Waddles lets out an exited sound and tries to push his
nose into the bowl.
“You want some? Here you go!”, Mabel cheers and lets him lick some ice-cream
from her spoon.
“Uhm… this is actually making me a bit uncomfortable… are we just sharing a
bowl of ice-cream with a pig?”
“Oh, come on Grunkle Stan, we’re talking about Waddles!”, Mabel counters.
“Well… can we at least agree on Waddles not joining… other things?”, Stan asks
and gives the pig a checking glare.
Mabel’s face flushed red in an instant and she presses her lips together while
nodding.
“I would never let Waddles-! Wait… you’re joking, right?”
“You bet I am… what do you think of me?!”, Stan protests and takes a big spoon
of ice-cream in his mouth.
“I could ask the same!”, Mabel grumbles while talking another spoon of ice-
cream herself.
“You wanna know what I think of you? You sure about that?”, Stand keeps on
teasing her.
“Only if it is something positive…”
“What else could it be, hm? You’re beautiful and smart, Mabel. You’re
absolutely unique and god knows I have fallen for you. Geez, I love you, Mabel,
even if it means I have to share my ice-cream with your weird pet-pig!”
“Waddles is not weird! He is… “
“…a pig”, Stan finishes her sentence and Mabel gives her best to look offended.
“And you’re an idiot…”, she mumbles smiling and grabs his hand. Gently she
takes out the spoon of his fingers and lets it drop into the bowl without
breaking eye-contact. Stan watches her closely when she bends over and guides
his fingers to her lips. When his fingertips meet her soft skin, she only
hesitates for a short moment, before she opens her mouth and lets slip out her
tongue to slowly follow the silhouette of his index finger. Stan’s muscles
tense and his breath gets heavier from second to second. With his free hand, he
grabs the bowl and slowly places it on the floor next to the chair, making
Waddles squeak in excitement. Gently, he slings his arm around Mabel’s hips and
pulls her closer to his chest.
He can almost feel her heart beating against his own upper body, when he pulls
back his fingers from Mabel’s mouth and replaces them with his own lips. Small
fingers clench into his tank-top when the taste of chocolate and cream fills
his mouth, the moment her tongue slips in between his lips, eager to explore.
A deep moan escapes his throat, when he deepens the kiss and lets his fingers
run through the girl’s soft hair.
“Hmmm, Stan…”, Mabel whispers breathlessly and pushes herself tight towards
him.
“We can’t… here…”, he replies low-voiced and gently strokes her back.
Although there is nothing he wants more, than just push his grand-niece into
the pillows and cover her soft skin in kisses, it is the truth… There is no way
they can go on like this in the living-room. Dipper maybe gone for the next few
hours, but Ford could walk in on them every moment. One part of him tries to
convince him, that he doesn’t care at all, but he pushes the voice in his head
away and gives Mabel a soft kiss on the forehead.
“We could go somewhere else, right?”, Mabel suggests and gives him a look full
of expectation.
“I… don’t wanna push you into somethin’, Sweetie. So, uhm… you certain about…
this? I mean, you can always change your mind, just tell me, right?”, Stan
whispers with a shaking voice.
“I know, Grunkle Stan… as well as I know that I want… this…”, Mabel replies and
smiles.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
     EXPLICIT! Porn-chapter inc.
     please enjoy ;-)
Stan nods and lets out a deep sigh, before he pulls her into a hug and lifts
her into the air while raising from the chair. Carefully he steps over Waddles,
who’s head is still buried in the bowl. Mabel slings her arms around his neck
and pushes her face into his chest, while being carried out of the room. When
she looks up again, Stan is just turning around walking backwards towards the
door of his room, pushing down the handle with his elbow. After entering, he
kicks the door shut and slowly balances the both of them over the carpet
towards the bed, where he finally bends over and lets Mabel sink onto the
mattress.
Carefully he makes a step backwards and watches Mabel closely, as she lets
herself fall to her back and spreads her arms on the blanket.
He quickly turns around, heads for the door and turns the key in its lock. He
decides to leave the key there on purpose, to don’t give Mabel the feeling to
be trapped. He will as hell make sure to make her feel as save and comfortable
as possible. When he turns around again, their gazes meet and his heart almost
skips a beat. He instantly feels like drowning in her big eyes, framed in long
dark-brown lashes, giving him that passionate look, that almost makes him melt
right at the spot. Even if he wanted, he would not be able to put in words, how
beautiful she looks to him right at this moment. Every single cell in his body
seems to pine over the girl on his bed right now…
Still breathing heavily, he steps over to the bed and slowly gets on his knees
in front of it. Mabel sits herself up and they look each other in the eye, when
she starts pulling her shirt over her head. Stan carefully grabs the fabric and
helps her to get rid of it. He presses his lips together when he recognizes,
that Mabel isn’t waring anything beneath it. Goosebumps cover her pale skin and
he can’t take his eyes of her small breasts, she hectically tries to cover with
her hands.
“They’re still growing… I think… I… uhm… “, Mabel stumbles and bites her lower
lip.
“There is nothing to hide, Mabel… everything is going to be fine, right?”, Stan
says gently and watches her letting her hands sink down. Carefully he places a
hand on one of her breasts and covers it with his mouth. His tongue circling
around her nipple makes her moan in joy and he feels her hands clawing into his
hair, convincing him to actually go on with what he is doing.
“Urgh! Feels good…” she moans and almost pulls him to her on the bed. He
willingly gives in to it and curls himself out of his tank-top, when she shoves
the fabric up his chest and pushes her face towards his collarbones.
He watches her silently letting her frail fingers run through his chest hair,
every single touch almost giving him goosebumps. A shy smile rushes over her
face, when she slowly lets her fingers slide down his upper body. Heat is
concentrating in his lower regions and he tries to stay calm what happens to be
a rather tough task with Mabel slowly but surely making her way towards his
pants.
"Grunkle Stan?", she finally asks and lets her hands rest on his tighs.
"Hm?", he replies and raises an eyebrow when he sees the sudden change of
expression on Mabel's face.
"Somethin' wrong, Sweetie? You wanna stop?", he asks carefully.
"No! I just... I want you to feel good, too, you know? But... I uhm..." , she
stumbles with her face flushing red from embarassment.
Stan just keeps on staring at her for some moments, unable to speak. His
imagination is messing with him, creating pictures of Mabel using her mouth
to...
"Geez! You make me lose my mind, you know that, right?", he tells her and
shakes his head to make the pictures disappear.
"I want you to take 'em off..." she finally whispers and shyly points at his
pants. He finds himself hesitating being confronted with her unexpected
request. He leans himself backwards, straightens himself up and slowly reaches
for his pants, grabbing the fabric with slightly shaking hands. When he streaks
the pulsating bulge underneath with the palm of his hands, a shiver runs down
his back and he closes his eyes for a moment.
The touch of Mabel's hand upon his own makes him flinch a bit and he opens his
eyes again to give her another checking glare before finally pulling his pants
down in one smooth motion, without breaking eye-contact and watching her
expression closely.
The sight of her eyes widening lets him wonder if it is because of her seeing
something she likes or she actually might be afraid of.
He lets out a surprised sigh when she leans forward out of a sudden and closes
her small fingers around his rock-hard cock. Gently he puts his own hand around
hers and makes her close her fingers tighter around him.
"Hmmm... that's right...", he grumbles in delight and guides her hand to move
up and down at a slow rhythm. Her movements are a bit insecure ate the start,
but when she sees his reaction, she gets more confident and starts moving at
her own pase, making him almost instantly moan quietly.
His breath gets heavier with every attempt to gasp for air and hot waves keep
on rushing down his back. He hisses through his clenched teeth, when he feels
Mabel's tongue slowly circling the tip of his bulge. When she finally lets it
slide down his full length before returning to the tip and swallowing him up
almost to the half, he finds himself digging his fingers in her soft hair and
gently pushing her down a bit more.
Carefully he starts moving his hips and enjoys the moist warmth of her mouth,
thrusting deep down her throat.
"Ugh... Mabel... I'm gonna... cum...", he hisses loudly.
Instead of pulling back, her movements seem even to intesify and Stan literally
feels like loosing his mind. With a last thrust, he pushes himself over the
edge and starts explode in front of his eyes when he sinks back in exhaustion.
He hears Mabel gulping and when he opens his eyes again, she is carefully
watching him with big eyes. His hand ist still shaking, when he wipes away a
bit of cum from the edge of her mouth with his hand and gives her a warm smile.

"Did I do it right, Grunkle Stan?", Mabel asks and and licks her lips. Stan
can't resist to immediately pull her towards him into a close hug and lets his
hand rest on her back before he replies low-voiced: "...'cause you did,
Sweetie... I mean, you almost made me pass out a few minutes ago... you really
didn't have to do this... I... don't want you to think you owe me somethin'..."
"I wanted to. And to be honest... I really liked the look on your face when you
seemed to really enjoy what was happening... I mean... you did enjoy it,
right?", she tells him while leaning herself forward and letting her head rest
against his shoulder.
"Oh yes, you bet I did... and I'm definitely planning on returning the favor...
if you want?", Stan says and a dirty smirk appears on his face.
"I would love to... What do I have to do?", Mabel replies and gives him an
insecure smile.
"Oh, you just lay down on your back and let me take good care of you... I may
be not a nerdy and intelligent scientist, like my brother, but actually, I
think I have some certain skills I'd really like to share with you, babe... but
at first, how about you getting rid of the rest of your clothes?"
He had no clue that Mabel's eyes could become even bigger, but her he is,
staring right into them. She opens her mouth but remain silent when she starts
undressing. As if this night wasn't crazy enough already, he is pretty sure it
will become much more weirder...
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     aaaaaaand even more porn... there we go!
As he has never seen his grand-niece fully naked before, the more the view
literally seems to burn iteself into his mind. Arousal takes over control of
his body when he gently pushes Mabel's legs apart, who is laying on her back
and watching him closely.
It hasn't been that long since they both had found themselves in this position
the last time, but this time Stan allowed himself to do something, he has been
dreaming about for quite some time, although he would never admit it. It has
been hard enough to confess his wishes to himself.
He slowly leans down between Mabel's legs and softly touches her inner tighs,
instantly making her shiver. She is already soaking-wet, when he lets his
fingers run up her legs and finally arriving at their destination. The sight of
Mabel exposing herself to him like this is just amazing. When she places her
own hands at her swollen pussy and pulls her swollen lips apart, Stan just lets
out a passionate sigh and lets his tongue dive into the warmth underneath him.
Shamelessly he lets his tongue explore the moist cave and thrusts even deeper
inside, making the girl moan and grab for his shoulders. When her legs start
twitching next to his head, he gently pushes them down with his hands and
covers her clit with his mouth and starts to suck on it. She tastes so
delicious...
"Uaaaah! Stan! This is.... urgh!", Mabel groans and rears up on the blanket.
Stan just keeps on going, swalloing down her sweet juice and softly pushing his
right thumb inside her. His left thumbs follws just a few seconds later and a
deep moan escapes Mabel's throat, when he starts stretching her.
"You like it, Sweetie?", he asks when letting go of her with his mouth for a
moment to catch some breath and adjust his position.
"YES!", the answer came almost at an instant.
"Just relax... I will just make this feel even better...", he whispers smiling
and lets his tongue return to the twitching warmth between her legs. Slwoly he
lets his index fingers slide in between his thumbs and enjoys the feeling of
Mabel's muscles spasming around him, letting he body switch between tightening
up and releasing. When he pulls back his index fingers, she lets out a
disappointed moan that instantly fades as she feels the tips of exactly these
fingers sliding down between her cheeks and finally stop on a rather unexpected
place.
"Whoa! Stan?! What... don't touch there... this is... I mean, you really
shouldn't... right?", Mabel hisses and protests when feeling the unfamiliar
pressure on the tight ring of muscle between her butt cheeks.
"You trust me?", he asks and pauses his movements for a moment.
"I... do...", she stumbles and nods simultaneously.
"I wonder what happens if not just touch but...", he whispers and fails to
finish the sentence when watching his fingers slwoly pushing inside the even
tighter entrance. He lets his fingers sink even deeper into her when he also
starts on stretching her pussy again, drowning in the view of gaping wet pink.
"Ahhhh!", Mabel's screams of pleasure fill the room and Stan again pushes his
face in her lap. Pain pierces his shoulders, when Mabels fingers clench into
his skin and her legs buckle up against his arms. With a long last scream her
body tenses up again to the max, before she collapses on the bed, arms and legs
shaking and her whole body covered in sweat.
Even if she wants, there is no way she could ever put in words what she is
experiencing at this very moment. Her whole body seems to be melting. The weird
sensation of Stan's fingers moving in her front and in her back... she feels
like flying. Stan had in fact not lied when he had talked about his skills...
she had no idea that anything in this world could ever feel this good.
"What... did you do... this was... oh my god... I don't even know what to
say...", she whispers and watches her great-uncle placing himself next to her
at the bed. Still out of breath, she pushes hersef close to him and slings her
arms around him. He lets out a pleased groan, when she kisses him softly while
he puts a blanket about the two of them.
"Everything 'lright, babe?", his voice sounds softly in hear ears.
"Everything is just perfect... I feel sooooo good right know..." she replies
and her eyes close slowly.
It doesn't take that long, until she curls herself up on his chest and Stan
quietly concentrates on his heartbeat. He is going to kill you if he ever finds
out... and you deserve it...
The thought makes him gulp and press his lips togehther. Silently he looks at
Mabel, sleeping quietly in his arms and sighs. There is no way of talking
himself out of this... he has to deal with the facts. He actually has fallen in
love with her as he has never with anyone else before...
"I love you so much, Mabel...", he whispers and finally falls asleep himself.
***** Chapter 10 *****
"Stan! 'You there?! We need to talk!", a familiar voice almost makes him jump
in his bed. Confused he looks around and tries to find the source of the
annoying knocking. You locked the door!
Horrified he lets his gaze wander between the door and Mabel still sleeping
next to him. Hectically,he puts his glasses into the right position and lets a
hand run through his hair.
"Fuck!", he whispers to himself and flinches, when he hears Ford's voice again.
"Stan! What the hell, why is the door locked? Come on... are you even in
there?"
"Calm down! I'm on my fucking way... geez...", he yells and lets his legs slide
out of the bed. Carefully he stands up and Mabel lets out a quiet wheeze in her
sleep. He gulps and presses his lips together to a thin line. For a moment he
just finds himself standing in the middle of the room, struggling with the
decision what to do right now. Finally he returns to the bed, puts a hand on
Mabel's shoulder and pushes it gently to wake her.
When she opens her eyes, he seems even more confused than he felt earlier. She
straigthens herself up immediately and gives him a worried. His lips form a
silent FORD and he points to the door.
Her eyes widen and she opens her moith, her face covered by an expression of
bewilderment. She doesn't need further explanation. Without hesitating she
almost jumps out of the bed, lets herself fall to the floor and crouches
underneath the bed.
"Stan? What is taking you so long? Open the damn door!", Ford thunders on the
other side of the door and his knocks become even louder. Stan lets out a sigh
and picks up his pants from the floor to hectically pit them on. His brother
had never been known for his patience.
"Let me at least put some fuckin' clothes on, will 'ya?, he groans with an
annoyed voice and reaches the door and turns around the key in the lock. He
hasn't even put his hand on the handle, when the door flies open and he jumps
backwards to prevent it from smashing right into his face.
"Whoa, slow down, Sixer!", he yells when Ford almost crashes into hin, entering
the room like a tank attacking the enemy's lines.
He stops and lets his gaze wander down Stan in his boxers while pushing the
door shut behind him.
"I would have never thought about you as a naked-sleeper...", Ford mumbles and
wrinkles appear on his forehead.
"That's what you wanna talk about right now?! Seriously?!", Stan hisses and
crosses his arms in front of his chest. He sure as hell has no intention to
discuss his nightly habits with his brother. He quickly grabs his top from the
floor and hastly pulls it over his head. Ford staring at him like this is
starting to really freak him out.
"No, of course that is not what I wanna talk about! We need to talk about
Mabel!", Ford grumbles.
Stan just keeps looking at him in confusion for a few moments, before he is
actually able to react to his brother's statement.
"Uhm... and why exactly is that? Somethin' wrong?", Stan asks and hopes Ford
doesn't realize the frightened undertone in his voice.
"Do you know what these are?!", Ford asks and pulls out a small palstic bottle.
Stan raises an eyebrow and takes a closer look at the bottle.
"Pills? What the fuck, how the hell should I know?! You tell ME...!", Stan
replies angrily and narrows his eyes.
"This is not some random pill, it is THE pill. A contraceptive, Stan! These are
Mabel's pills!", he keeps on explaining.
"A contra-what? Could you please at least use words I know? It is me you're
talking to, not some freakin' pharmaceutical dictionary!!!", Stan grumbles and
sinks down on his bed.
"Birth-control, Stan! You know what that means? Why for god's sake is she
taking somethin' like that? She is a tewelve-year-old girl! We have to talk to
her about this...", Ford says while shaking his head. He obviously looks deeply
worried.
Stan on the other hand looks like he just got hit by a train. He keeps on
staring at his brother with his mouth open and an expression of pure disbelief
on his face. Countless thoughts keep on popping up in his mind at once and his
head feels literally like it's spinning right now. Since when did Mabel
actually take these pills? And why? A hot wave rushes over him when the
memories of the last days find their way back into his mind. At least he
wouldn't have to worry about getting her pregnant by accident. You better be
ashamed of your thaughts... you sicko...
"Has she told you anything about- what the hell?!", Ford yells and stares at
the floor. Stan follows his gaze in confusion and freezes when he sees what
made his brother stop right in the middle of the sentence. Mabel's clothes! A
cold shiver runs down his back and he desperately tries to think of any excuse
that would actually save the situation.
"Are this her clothes?! What the heck, Stanley?!"
He stares at him, horrified and furious at once. His muscles tense when he
clenches his teeth together and breaths in deeply.
"Stanley... please tell me this is just a coincidence... tell me you didn't...
wait! Did you actually make her take these pills?! DID YOU?! Are you having sex
with our grand-niece?! TELL ME I'M WRONG! TELL ME THIS IS JUST SOME PRETTY
FUCKED UP MISSUNDERSTANDING! Stanley, please..." Ford shouts and waves his
fists through the air. He looks like he is going to kill him and burst into
tears at once.
"I had no idea of her taking these pills! I swear!", Stan tries to justify
himself and jumps on his feet.
"What did you do to her, huh? I should have known from the very beginning...",
Ford talks to himself and shakes his head.
"What did you do, Stan? Please tell me, I am wronge here... tell me this is
something made up by my mind and not you actually sexually abusing our grand-
niece! TELL ME!", Ford screams.
"It is not what you think it is... it is... complicated...", Stan replies.
"Are you or are you not having sex with her, Stanley?", Ford ignores his
brother's attempt to explain.
Stan shakes his head and gulps. There is no way he is getting outta here...
"I... do...", he almost whispers and stars explode in front of his eyes, when
Ford's fist hits him right into the face. The pain is overwhelming. Screaming
in agony he stumbles backwards and touches his nose. Warm liquid is running
down hios face and dripping from his chin when he looks at his fingers covered
in blood. He has no chance to dodge when the next hit aims for his stomach,
almost knocking him off his feet. Air is pressed out of his lungs and he makes
another step backwards, before he sinks down on his knees. He doesn't even try
do defend himself. He closes his eyes and prepares himself for the next
painfully impact, but instead he hears a voice screaming from the other side of
the room:
"STOOOOOOOP!"
Stand an Mabel turn der heads simultaneously into Mabel's direction, who is
standing on the other side of the bed, breathing heavily and still naked.
This time it is Ford who looks like hit by a rock. He opens his mouth but
obviously doesn't find any words to react on his grand-niece screaming at him.
"Leave him alone!", she screams and quickly jumps over the bed, heading towards
Stan, who is still kneeling on the floor, bleeding and moaning in pain. She
lets herself fall down to her knees in front of him and gently reaches for his
bloody face.
"Oh my god... WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!", she yells at Ford and tears fill her eyes.
"Mabel?! I don't understand... what the hell is actually happening here? Why
are you defending him? Have you been in here all the time?!", Ford sums up all
the questions that come to his mind.
"I have been hiding under the bed!", she hisses and takes Stan's hand.
"Did you hide from him? What has he done to you?!"
"I was hiding from YOU, Ford! We knew you would never understand... He hasn't
done anything to me. Everything that has happened, happened because I wanted it
to! He never did any harm to me... Oh god... Stan! Look at me... I love you...
I love you so much.... I am so sorry...", she stumbles and finally bursts into
tears. Sobbing she bends forward and presses herself to her great-uncles chest
who gently places a hand on her back.
"You don't have to be sorry, Mabel... I am the one who messed this up...", Stan
says low-voiced and grimaces when he swallows blood. Mabel's small body is
shaking in his arms.
"I won't let him hurt you anymore... Stan...", Mabel sniffs and turns her head
to give a Ford a killing glance.
"I'll be fine, Sweetie... everything is going to be fine... I promise...", he
whispers softly and meets his gaze with Ford's who still keeps on watching the
scenario as if he literally isn't trusting his mind.
"Mabel... this is wrong... what he did to you... it is just so wrong! Can't you
see I'm trying to protect you from... THIS?", Ford asks desperately.
"I don't need your protection! Just go!"
"Mabel... please... you have to understand...", Ford continues.
"GET THE FUCK OUT!", Stan's voice thunders through the room as he slowly rises
from the floor and pulls Mabel gently on her feet, who still keeps on pressing
herself as close to him as possible. Stan grabs a blanket from the bed and puts
it around her shoulders, covering her bareness.
Ford shakes his head and catches for breath.
"This isn't over yet, Stanley...", he groans and turns around on his heels.
When he pulls the door open, he almost crashes into Dipper, who lets out a
frightened scream. Stan wonders how long he has been standing there on the
other side of the door. He wonders how much the boy might have heard. But it
doesn't even matter anymore. From the look on Dipper's face, Stan can tell that
Dipper has seen enough to almost make him pass out. He just stands there and
strares at his sister and his still-bleeding great-uncle, pressed to each other
in a rather inapropriate way, with her still being naked, although covered in
the blanket.
He doesn't care... all he cares for is the shaking girl in his arms.
Ford doesn't even slow down when he grabs Dipper by his wrist and pulls him
with himself without any further comment, leaving Stan and Mabel alone.
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