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My apologies for not getting anything done on Friday, like I had hoped. But here is one now. Hope you enjoy it. :)

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“Mabel, sweetie,” her mother said, “could you go up to your brother’s room and let him know that supper will be ready soon?”

“Okay, Mom.” Mabel hopped up from the couch and took the steps two at a time, bringing her to Dipper’s door in a matter of a few moments. Without a thought, she turned the knob and pushed the door in. “Hey, Dipper, Mom said to tell you that—“

She froze mid-sentence as her brother came into view. He had his pants unbuttoned and down his thighs, his right hand wrapped around his member. His left hand was up by his head and was holding a pair of her panties. What’s more, she recognized those panties as the ones she had worn just yesterday.

Both twins stayed perfectly still, neither one sure how to proceed. Dipper noticed that she wasn’t immediately reacting with revulsion and derision. Mabel, meanwhile, noticed that even though he was caught, his excitement wasn’t going down yet. As she stared at him, she felt a tingling feeling deep in her core. One she’d felt faintly before, but now was surging with some additional energy. Without realizing it, she licked her lips while her gaze was on his groin.

With some effort, she pulled her eyes away to look at Dipper’s face. “Um, Mom said that supper’s almost ready.”

Dipper nodded, neither hand moving from their positions. “O-okay. Thanks, Mabel.”

They continued to stay where they were for a moment before Mabel spoke again. “Um…are those my panties?”

Dipper felt his face flush. “Um…yes?”

Mabel nodded. “That’s what I thought. Have you been doing…this…for very long?”

Dipper began to stammer, finally starting to move to cover himself up. She quickly hushed him. “It’s okay, Dip. I’m not angry.”

He froze, confused. “You-you’re not?”

She shook her head, then glanced back down the hallway. Satisfied that they were alone, she reached up her skirt and tugged her panties down, much to her twin’s shock. She stepped out of them and lightly tossed them onto his bed. “Better hurry up and finish or else you’ll be late for supper,” she said with a wink before ducking out of the room and closing the door.

With a trembling hand, Dipper dropped the pair in his hands and picked up the ones Mabel had just thrown his way. There was a large wet spot that was obviously fresh.

She’s right, he thought. Don’t want to be late. He buried his nose in her panties as he picked up where he left off.