It’s almost 12 am and I wanted to write something cute. I think this would be an adorable comic. Someone hop on that. 😀
For a moment, Mabel Pines isn’t his sister.
She’s just a girl sitting on the living room couch next to him with one leg propped up on his lap and other dangling over the cushion. She hums out the lyrics of every song that plays on her phone’s playlist and every now and then she points at him indicating that it’s his turn to sing with her, which he rejects doing by shaking his head. She just shrugs and returns to reading the teen magazine in her hands.
He gives off a grin that she can’t see because she isn’t paying attention to him at that moment, so he bends forward and leaves a gentle kiss against her cheek. She lets out a giggle that honestly sends his heart racing. She doesn’t know what she’s doing to him, but he doesn’t think it matters when she pulls him back to her to kiss the edge of his lips.
“Are we being affectionate tonight, Dipper?” Her voice is sultry and playful and he’s sure he hears a tone of mockery in there, but he couldn’t care less. He presses the palm of his hand into her cheek and she gives him a sigh that makes him melt.
The panting and moaning could be heard from miles around, but there was no one to hear them. Loud and breathy little cries escaped Ford’s mouth as the thick cock slid in and out of him.
It was like the cool, soft wind of the night was encouraging them with it’s ghostly song, making them feel not so alone. Stan knew Ford was close to collapsing onto the hard wood of the deck, so he held him close. He breathed all down his neck, whispering sweet little secrets into his ear.
“Take that cock, boy..” he mumbled against his cheek. Ford let out a soft whimper. “Y-Yes daddy..” That made Stan even more horny. “Such a dirty little mouth you have.”
Ford clenched around him. The warm New Jersey air and the cool, midnight wind was such a delicious mix on this particular night. Fucking while their parents were away was kind of outdated. They decided that it’d be more romantic if they snuck out and fucked on the Stan ‘O War. And oh, how right were they.
“I’m gonna fucking come..” Stan grunted, thrusting deeper into his more fragile twin. “Y-Yes! Come deep inside me, Stanley!” Ford shouted into the air. With that, Stan came hard, his semen as hot and thick as lava in Ford’s ass. Stanford came right after him, letting out a strangled cry.
They laid there, both of them sweaty, panting messes. Stan looked over at his brother, smirking. “I love you, Sixer.”
Ford smiled, tears in his beautiful, chocolate browm eyes. “I love you too, Stanley.”
With that out of the way, I have to let you know I have changed the way motion lines are displayed from now on to make them less intrusive.The white motion lines are for simpler movement, whereas full motion
lines are for when emphasizing extreme speeds, like Mabel and the Snack
Force. I have also updated the previous pages. Here is an example with a before and after.
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As I will most assuredly never write this, I release it to the masses.
Untitled WenPines Outline
Dipper and Mabel are sharing an apartment in Seattle, both mid-20s and post-college, both using their talents to work their way up the ranks of indie film production, both boinking each other on the downlow.
Wendy had taken six months off work to thru-hike the Pacific Crest Trail northbound, with Dipper and Mabel serving as her support team out of Seattle. The twins happily received Wendy’s progress reports via cellphone and (in some locations) emergency satellite phone, and helped manage her hiking blog, while also arranging shipments of supplies and equipment to supply stations on her route. When they received the dreaded call that she had to quit, barely a hundred miles shy of the Canadian border, they picked her up from the trail, got her to a clinic, and invited her to stay in her apartment until she figured out her next plan. Mabel offered her bedroom; Dipper took the couch so Mabel could have his room(technically their study; Dipper’s bed was mostly for show).
non-suspicious 