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Mabel woke up to an orgasm. She stretched as she shivered; it was morning. She turned her head, and looked over at Dipper. He wasn't there. She heard a muffled sound, of a shower running.
The second orgasm was better than the first. She was already awake, and felt the wave perfectly break over her. Her back arched, and she melted silently in her bed. He was ejaculating. She could tell. It was like those first few orgasms, that made her run to her bed the night before, before her legs gave out under her. As good as the rest of the night felt, she remembered that first moment most of all.
A shower, she thought. What a waste. She wished she had been in that shower with him. Her mind offered no shame at the thought; it took her a while to even realize she wouldn't want to suggest it. But she could be in there with him, and it would have been better. And it wouldn't have just gone down the drain.
She could feel each time his muscles squeezed. There, and there, a jet of white coming out of him. The image was so clear she swore she could see through his eyes. Just knowing what he was feeling excited her, and not just sexually.
The knowledge that he felt this lust gave Mabel a sort of mania. He came again and again. He was tireless, never satisfied. She didn't want him to be done, not ever. It didn't just feel good, it was a work of art, the meaning of life. She wanted a horny boy burning in the back of her mind forever.
He kept coming, but after a few times and a few minutes, she felt the slightly plain feeling of a dry orgasm. She waited for minutes, in a still-half-asleep delirium. But this time, in the bright light of the morning, the echoes were over quickly. It was morning, and she had to get up, she supposed. They came one two more times.
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Mabel slid into the shower. She wasn't surprised Dipper took one immediately; every part of her that wasn't sweaty was sticky from the sweat last night.
It was strange. When she was in the middle of... it, she wanted him. She felt what she could only think was a real attraction to him. It seemed a little silly when she looked back, but she felt no shame or repulsion either. Was it just because she couldn't help but feel close to him when she felt pleasure, with things as they were?
The water washed over her face and hair. She felt like every inch of her was burning with something that wasn't there before. She felt like she could fuck all the hottest guys in the world at once. She found herself running her hands down the length of her body, in what she imagined was a sexy sort of way. And she still felt it, an afterglow pulsating in her, never dissipating. Her nipples were still hard as her hands ran over them.
Her hips bucked suddenly, with a soft gasp. was doing it again. And was the connection getting stronger? She felt it directly in her clit, like tiny fingers were playing with her, hiding in the folds of skin. For a moment it made her clutch herself and bend over like she'd been kicked. But only from surprise. It was so strong, but never had the nails-on-chalkboard feel of overstimulation.
She grinned and giggled to herself. Leave it to a boy to jerk off and then want to do it again in 10 minutes. He wanted it again, and she didn't even care if he didn't want her. She was so happy, she could have punched him. He wanted. His body was surging.
"Uhhhhhh...."
He managed to produce cum again once, she thought, and then it settled into the rhythm. Again, it wasn't as intense as last night. She managed to hold herself together through the shower, and eventually, it passed.
They ate breakfast, they went back to their room. They sat on their beds, and felt good. They looked each other in the eye. They looked a bit too long, and too intently. But then the moment passed.
"Sorry about doing that, this morning." said Dipper, uncomfortably.
"You can do that every morning," Mabel said, the happiness so obvious in her voice that she blushed slightly. "What do you think happened to us?"
"I don't know," he said, sitting down heavily on his bed and dropping onto his back.
"...Do you think we got cursed or something?"
"I don't know."
"Are you sure the book doesn't have something about this?"
Dipper sighed. "I'll look, but I would remember if there was something like this in it." He looked up at Mabel a second later. "There was something about twins, but it wasn't anything helpful. It was just stuff everyone's heard about how we might be telepathic, but we've already tried that before."
"Yeah, like a million times," said Mabel. "Hey, this is a telepathic thing! It finally worked!" She smiled.
"This can't just be mental, though." Dipper hesitated. "...A lot came out of me. I couldn't be that... fertile, even if some crazy hormone thing happened. It has to be something supernatural."
A pulse went between them. They said nothing. They both imagined the other was thinking about something, but really, they were just taking a moment to enjoy it.
In the end, they spent the morning rooting around in their immediate surroundings for any objects that might be affecting them in strange ways, but there was nothing. Nothing emitting a faint hum or glow, nothing that felt mysterious to the touch, no sigils written in chalk under their beds.
It was a temporary distraction. Now that they understood what was happening (if not why), it was less overwhelming. But the pulse between them still grew, and they knew what would happen if they gave in, which made it irresistible. So they tried something. Mabel went outside, into the woods. She waited breathlessly until she felt Dipper come. And it worked; they were far enough apart that he didn't put her over the edge. But she still felt it, and with the memory of that early morning bliss still fresh, she couldn't help but finish the job herself. It took a half hour for her to bring herself to stop, and then she carried on another half hour, because Dipper didn't stop.
The two sheepishly reunited, and spent the rest of the day watching TV and trying to pretend it wasn't happening.
But Dipper still wanted to check every possibility, and there was still the possibility that something in the shack was affecting them. So that night, they set up a tent and "camped" outside. They slept far enough into the woods that they had a bit of privacy, and the moon wasn't bright that night.
The day had been strange and surreal, but on top of everything else, they had one more symptom; they were just plain hot. The cold night air was a relief. They stared upward, lying on top of makeshift piles of blankets, and waited.
They were waiting, because of the very real possibility that would show up to try and scare them. The thought of someone seeing them while they attended to their newly developed needs didn't bear thinking about. But the longer they waited, the more urgently the feelings resonated inside them. Their bodies were demanding it, and if they didn't answer, they might lose control.
Soon, they sneaked out. Carrying a unlit flashlight, they crept as far out into the woods as they dared, over to a nearby stream. Their eyes had never been so thoroughly adjusted to the dark. They could see that the dip in the ground around them created a certain feeling of privacy.
They looked around one final time. Their hearts were beating in anticipation. Mabel could feel Dipper's erection already uncomfortably tight in his pants, and pleasure was passing between them that could have pushed them over the edge if they wanted it to. Mabel stood a polite distance away, but this was something they couldn't help but share between them. Dipper nervously took his cock out of his pants.
He stroked slowly, and let it happen. He wasn't in a rush, but it didn't take long. A blinding wave of pleasure rushed over him. He let out a quiet moan, and his legs trembled.
Mabel dropped to her knees. She was so intimately connected, she could feel the aching pressure of blood in him, and the feeling of his hand around his cock. She felt every stroke, and felt the cum leave Dipper's body. She wanted to see exactly what he looked like between his legs, to see what he looked like coming, or sounded like moaning. She wanted him inside her, whether he was drowning in the feeling or savagely taking what he wanted from her. She wanted to know what he tasted like; she almost rushed over and clamped her mouth down on him.
But then, his last ejaculation finished. But the pleasure didn't fade. Was it something about the night? They came, and came again, until they had to lean on each other to stand. They made their way back to the tent, stumbling like drunks. They looked away from each other, but there was no distance between them. It seemed like the connection was getting more powerful. It was like Dipper's cock was part of her own body. And they didn't faint this time. The two of them masturbated again, like they did the previous night. But they didn't faint. They seemed to spend hours in the dark, the wave between them became chaotic, and finally, exhaustion overpowered desire, and they drifted off to sleep.
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They were awakened the next morning by a deafening explosion. They poked their heads out of the tent to see the remains of a large number of fireworks scattered around the area.
"HA HA!" Stan shouted. "I bet you thought I was going sneak up and scare you last night! Too obvious!"
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feel free to rehost this and the previous part somewhere more permanent if you want, its not like i want credit for writing this.
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