dipper

"Dipper, why are you holding that lock?" Mabel asked, her voice filled with curiosity as she twirled a strand of her hair around her finger.

Dipper looked up from the small metal object in his hand with a furtive glance. "Oh, just...found it in the drawer," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Thought it might come in handy for something."

Mabel's eyes narrowed slightly as she took in her brother's evasive answer. There was something off about his demeanor, a tension in his voice that she couldn't quite place. She shrugged it off, deciding to change the subject. "So, what do you want to do today?" she asked, her tone lightening as she moved towards her closet to pick out an outfit for their next adventure.

Dipper took a step closer, the lock still clutched in his hand. His eyes darted to the bed, then back to Mabel. "I was thinking we could stay in," he suggested, his voice a low murmur. "You know, just hang out in our room. It's been a while since we've had some quality brother-sister time."

Mabel paused, her hand hovering over a colorful shirt. "But we always go out and explore," she protested, feeling a knot form in her stomach. Something about the way Dipper was acting made her uneasy.

Dipper's smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he stepped closer, placing the lock on the dresser. "I know, but sometimes it's nice to just chill, right?" He leaned against the doorframe, his body language casual yet somehow menacing. "Besides, I have a surprise for you."

Mabel's smile faltered as she turned to face him, her heart racing. The room felt smaller all of a sudden, the air thick with an unspoken tension. She could feel her stomach twist into knots as she searched his gaze for any clue to his intentions. "A surprise?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dipper nodded, his smile growing wider, yet somehow colder. "Yeah, something I think you're going to love," he said, his voice taking on a sinister tone that sent shivers down Mabel's spine. He stepped closer to her, closing the gap between them. "But first, I need you to sit down on the bed," he instructed, his eyes never leaving hers.

Mabel swallowed hard, her mouth dry. She could feel the fear rising in her chest, but she forced herself to play along, trying to keep the situation from escalating. She sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving her brother's. The mattress sank slightly beneath her weight, and she felt the coolness of the fabric against her bare legs.

Dipper's smile grew wider as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial filled with a clear liquid. He held it up to the light, watching the way it shimmered. "You remember how we used to play that game, 'Truth or Dare'?" he asked, his voice a mix of excitement and malice.

Mabel's eyes widened as she recognized the glint in his gaze. "Dipper, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling. She knew that look; it was the same one he had when he was about to play a prank, but this felt different, darker.

"It's just a little something to make our game more...interesting," he replied, his eyes flicking down to the vial. "You remember how we talked about taking things to the next level?"

Mabel's heart hammered in her chest as she took a step back, her eyes never leaving the vial. "Dipper, I don't like where this is going," she said firmly, trying to keep her voice steady.

Dipper's smile turned into a sneer. "Too bad, Mabel. I've had enough of playing it safe." He took a step closer, his hand moving towards her with the vial. "You're going to do exactly what I say, or else."

Mabel's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape route. Her heart was racing so fast she could feel it in her throat. She knew she had to get out of there, but Dipper was blocking the only way out. Without warning, she lunged for the door, her hand reaching for the knob.

Dipper was quicker. He grabbed her wrist, spinning her around and slammed her back onto the bed. The force of his grip was surprising, and she yelped in pain. "You're not going anywhere," he said, his voice a mix of excitement and anger. The vial glinted in the light as he held it up to her face.

Mabel's eyes grew wide with terror as she struggled against his grip, her legs kicking wildly. "No, Dipper, please," she begged, her voice high and panicked. "What are you doing?"

Dipper's grip tightened, his strength surprising her. "You're going to relax now," he said, his voice cold and firm. With his free hand, he pried open her mouth and brought the vial closer. The smell of something sickly sweet filled the air, making her stomach churn.

Mabel thrashed and screamed, her eyes wide with fear as she fought against her brother's unyielding hold. Tears streamed down her face as she felt the cool liquid dribble onto her tongue. She choked and sputtered, trying to spit it out, but Dipper's grip was too strong. He tipped the vial, forcing the contents down her throat.

Her eyes grew heavy, and her limbs felt like lead. The room spun around her as she struggled to stay conscious, her mind racing with a million thoughts. Why was he doing this? What was in the liquid? Her body grew weaker by the second, her strength draining away.

Dipper's grip didn't loosen, his eyes never leaving hers as the last of the liquid was consumed. "There," he said, his voice now a harsh whisper, "that wasn't so hard, was it?" He set the empty vial down on the nightstand, his hand shaking slightly.

Mabel's vision blurred as the room started to tilt. Her body felt like it was made of jelly, her movements slow and clumsy. "Dipper, please," she mumbled, her voice slurred and weak. She knew she had to get away, but her limbs refused to cooperate. The panic was overwhelming, but she couldn't fight it anymore.

Dipper's expression was a twisted mix of excitement and triumph as he watched the drug take effect. He held her down, his hands strong and unyielding. "Don't worry, Mabel," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You're going to love this surprise."

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slumped against the pillows, unconscious. Dipper took a moment to admire her limp form, the way her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. His own breathing was heavy, his heart racing with a mix of anticipation and something else he didn't dare to name.

With trembling hands, he reached out and gently tugged at the waistband of her shorts. The fabric slid down her legs with surprising ease, revealing her favorite pair of polka-dotted underwear. He felt a twinge of something like guilt, but it was quickly drowned out by his growing arousal.

Dipper took a deep breath, his eyes traveling over her barely-covered form. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but the desire was too strong to ignore. He took off his own shorts, his erection springing free, and took a moment to admire it. It was rock hard, a clear indication of the excitement coursing through him.

Without another word, he straddled her hips, his eyes never leaving hers. He leaned down, pressing his bare chest against her stomach, his hardness nestled against her pelvis. The fabric of her panties was the only barrier between them now. He could feel the heat of her, the softness of her skin, and the way she squirmed beneath him, even in her drugged state.

Mabel's eyes fluttered open, a haze of confusion and fear clouding her vision. She could feel the weight of Dipper's body on top of her, his erection pushing insistently against her. Her mind screamed for her to fight, but her body was too weak to respond. She could only watch in horror as he leaned in closer, his breath hot on her face.

Dipper's hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them through her shirt. Her nipples hardened in response, a betrayal of the arousal that was building within her despite her desperate attempts to resist. She tried to push him away, but her arms felt like they were made of rubber, useless against his strength.

He ground his hips against hers, his erection pressing against the fabric of her underwear. The friction sent sparks of unwanted pleasure through her body, and she could feel a wetness growing between her legs. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the small, involuntary moan that escaped her.

Mabel's body was reacting against her will, her mind a tumult of fear and confusion. She didn't want this, she didn't want any of this, but the drug made it impossible to fight. She could feel his excitement growing, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as he dry humped her with increasing speed.

Dipper's eyes were closed, his expression one of pure lust as he ground against her. The fabric of their underwear was the only barrier between them, and she could feel the heat of his erection through the material. Each movement sent a shiver through her, a mix of revulsion and unwanted arousal.

Mabel's thoughts were a jumbled mess as she felt Dipper's hand slip under her shirt, his fingers grazing her bare skin. Her stomach turned, but she couldn't do anything to stop him. He touched her breasts again, his thumbs circling her nipples, and she gasped despite herself. The drug had taken away her ability to fight, leaving her a helpless participant in her own violation.

Dipper's eyes snapped open at the sound, his pupils dilated with lust. He grinned down at her, his teeth bared like an animal. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and taunting.

Mabel's eyes filled with tears as she felt his hand move to the waistband of her underwear. She tried to push him away, but her arms felt like they were made of jelly, her muscles useless against his strength. He yanked her panties down, exposing her most private parts to the cold air. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, and she wanted to scream, but the only sound that came out was a pathetic whimper.

Dipper's eyes lit up with perverse excitement as he stared down at her exposed sex. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her. Mabel's body jerked at the sensation, a mix of fear and disgust washing over her. She tried to close her legs, but his weight pinned her down, leaving her completely vulnerable to his depraved actions.

He licked her slit slowly, savoring the taste of her arousal despite her clear distress. Her thighs trembled, and she could feel his hot breath against her skin. Mabel's mind raced, trying to find a way out of this nightmare, but the drug had taken away her ability to protest. All she could do was lay there, her body responding in the most basic, primal way to the sensations he was forcing upon her.

Dipper's tongue moved with purpose, tracing the edges of her pussy before delving deeper. He found her clit and began to circle it, his movements rough and unpracticed. Each touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her, making her body arch off the bed. She could feel her own juices coating his mouth, and the reality of the situation made her stomach turn.

Mabel's thoughts were a tumult of fear and disbelief. Her own brother, the person she trusted most in the world, was doing this to her. She could feel his tongue exploring her folds, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. The drug was still working its magic, leaving her trapped in a haze of confusion and horror.

Dipper's hands gripped her thighs, spreading them further apart. He paused for a moment, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he took in the sight of her bare, vulnerable body. He licked his lips, savoring the moment before he took the next step. With a quick movement, he pulled off his boxers, his erection springing free. It was larger and more intimidating than she had ever imagined.

Her eyes widened in horror as he positioned himself over her, his cock pressing against her virgin entrance. The blunt head of his erection was slick with her juices, a testament to the effect of the drug. She could feel the pressure building, his shaft hot and hard as it sought entrance. Despite her fear, she could feel a slickness between her legs, the betrayal of her body's arousal making her want to retch.

With one swift motion, Dipper thrust forward, tearing through her hymen with a brutal force that made her eyes water. She felt a sharp pain, a white-hot agony that seared through her, making her cry out. He didn't stop, didn't even hesitate, just kept pushing until he was fully sheathed inside her. Mabel's body tensed around him, her nails digging into the mattress as she tried to escape the pain.

Dipper moaned in pleasure, his hips moving with a desperate urgency. The feeling of her warm, tight pussy gripping him was like nothing he had ever experienced before, and it was all the more thrilling knowing it was his twin sister beneath him. He leaned back, watching the way her body responded to his intrusion, the way her tits bounced with every thrust.

Mabel's whimpers grew louder, a mix of pain and unwilling pleasure. She could feel her body adjusting to the new sensation, her walls stretching around him, and despite her horror, she couldn't deny the building pressure within her. She felt violated, used, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. She could feel an orgasm approaching, and the thought made her want to scream in frustration and despair.

Dipper's pace grew faster, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he pushed deeper into her. He watched her face, twisted in a mix of agony and arousal, and it only spurred him on. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, and now that it was here, it was better than he had ever imagined. Her warm, tight embrace was like a vice around his cock, and he never wanted to leave it.

Mabel could feel him getting closer, his grip on her waist tightening as he drove into her with increasing force. She tried to focus on the pain, to ignore the traitorous sensations building in her core, but it was no use. Her body was responding to his, her hips bucking against his in a silent plea for relief.

Dipper's eyes were wild, his teeth clenched as he fought to hold back. He wanted to savor this moment, to make it last, but the need to release was too intense. He slammed into her one last time, his hips jerking as he came, filling her with his hot seed. The sensation was overwhelming, and Mabel couldn't hold back her own orgasm any longer. It crashed over her, a mix of pain and pleasure that left her trembling and gasping for air.

Withdrawing from her, Dipper's erection still throbbed with excitement. He couldn't believe what he had just done, but the thrill of the taboo act had only made him more eager to continue. He took a moment to catch his breath, his eyes never leaving hers, before he leaned over and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He didn't bother to be gentle, his movements rough and urgent as he flipped her onto her stomach.

Mabel's cheek pressed into the mattress, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt his hands on her hips, lifting her up. Her body was a mess of sensations, the pain from the brutal penetration mingling with the aftershocks of her forced climax. She couldn't believe this was happening, that her own brother was treating her like this.

Dipper's grip was firm as he pulled out of her, the wet sound of their bodies separating making her cringe. She felt the cold air hit her exposed skin, and she shivered, both from the chill and from the horror of what was to come next. The bed creaked as he sat up, and she heard the rustle of fabric as he moved closer.

Mabel felt a sudden jerk as Dipper grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. She had just enough time to look up at him before he threw her onto the floor with a cruel laugh. The impact sent shockwaves through her body, and she let out a muffled cry as her cheek met the cold, hard floor.

Dipper sat back on the bed, his chest heaving with excitement, his eyes dark with lust. He looked down at her, his erection still standing tall, glistening with the evidence of their incestuous act. "You're going to love this part," he said, his voice thick with excitement. He didn't bother hiding his contempt for her.

Mabel lay on the floor, her body bruised and her spirit broken. She couldn't believe that Dipper had just raped her, that he had taken something so precious without her consent. She felt dirty, used, and utterly betrayed. Yet, she knew that her nightmare was far from over.

Dipper's hand fisted in her hair, wrenching her head back. She could see the crazed lust in his eyes as he leaned over the side of the bed, his erection bobbing in front of her face. "You're going to suck me off," he ordered, his voice filled with a sadistic glee that sent chills down her spine. "And you're going to like it."

Mabel's cheek stung from the harsh contact with the floor, and she could feel the tears pooling in her eyes. She didn't have the strength to fight him anymore, her body a trembling mess of pain and fear. As he guided his cock to her mouth, she felt the bitter taste of bile rising in her throat. She didn't want to do this, didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but she knew she had no choice.

Dipper's grip on her head was ironclad as he pushed himself into her mouth, his excitement palpable. She felt the warm, salty taste of him on her tongue, and she gagged, her throat tightening in protest. His other hand was tangled in her hair, holding her in place as he began to thrust in and out of her mouth with an animalistic fervor. She could feel his thighs slapping against her cheeks, the smack of skin on skin echoing through the room.

Mabel's eyes watered, and she struggled not to vomit. She didn't want to do this, didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her broken, but the drug had taken away any semblance of control she had left. Her jaw ached from the forced stretch, and she could feel his pulse in her throat with every thrust. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of his face, the twisted expression of pleasure that marred the features she had once loved.

Dipper's grip on her head was like a vice, his hips bucking wildly as he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. She could feel the salty taste of his precum coating her tongue, and she had to fight the urge to retch. His breath was hot and ragged against her cheek, and she knew he was close. The pressure in her throat grew, and she could feel the panic rising as she gagged around his shaft.

Mabel's eyes watered, and she struggled to breathe around the thickness of him. Dipper didn't seem to care, his thrusts growing more erratic as he approached climax. She could feel his balls slapping against her chin, and she knew that she was going to have to swallow. The thought of it made her stomach turn, but she had no choice. He had taken everything from her, and now he wanted this too.

With a final, vicious thrust, Dipper's cock spasmed in her mouth, and she felt the hot flood of his cum fill her throat. She gagged, trying to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. He held her in place, forcing her to swallow every drop, his eyes never leaving hers. The taste was bitter and salty, a vile reminder of her own helplessness.

Mabel's eyes watered, and she choked, trying to breathe through her nose. Her jaw was sore from his relentless use of her mouth, and she felt the bile rising in her stomach. She could feel the muscles in her throat convulsing as she swallowed, the sensation of his cum sliding down her throat making her want to retch.

Dipper's grip on her hair loosened, and he let her go with a satisfied sigh. He looked down at her, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You're a good little slut, aren't you?" he taunted, his voice thick with disdain.

Mabel's eyes filled with fresh tears as she pushed herself up on her elbows, her mouth feeling bruised and used. She couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth, the way he was treating her. She wanted to scream, to fight back, but the drug had left her weak and compliant. All she could do was lie there, her cheek pressed to the cold floor, and let the sobs rack her body.

Dipper's grin grew wider as he climbed off the bed, his cock still standing tall. He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to her feet. "You're going to sit on it," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "I want to watch you take it all."

Mabel's legs wobbled as she was forced to stand, the room still spinning around her. She couldn't believe this was happening, that Dipper was going to take it this far. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, but she had no more tears left to shed.

Dipper positioned her on the edge of the bed, his erection standing tall and proud. He grabbed her hips, his eyes never leaving hers, and guided her down onto his length. She felt a fresh wave of pain as he filled her once again, her body still tender from the brutal assault. He didn't give her time to adjust, instead pushing her down until she was fully seated on him.

Mabel felt a strange mix of emotions as she obeyed his command. Despite the fear and disgust, there was a part of her that clung to the hope that if she played along, if she showed him she enjoyed it, he might stop. So, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as she could manage, her body trembling with the effort.

Dipper's smile grew wider as he felt her embrace. He placed his hands on her hips and began to thrust up into her, the friction of their bodies sending waves of pleasure through him. She felt his warmth against her, his heart racing in time with hers, and she wished it could be under different circumstances. The drug-induced haze clouded her judgment, making it difficult to differentiate between fear and the traitorous sensations of arousal that were building within her.

Mabel's legs were trembling, and she could feel the muscles in her core clench around him, her body betraying her mind's pleas for resistance. Dipper's grip tightened, his hips bucking with increasing vigor, and she could do nothing but hold on, her eyes squeezed shut. The pain was still there, a constant reminder of his violent entry, but the drug was working its magic, turning it into something almost pleasurable.

With a sudden shift, Dipper laid back on the bed, pulling Mabel onto him. She felt his erection slide deeper inside her, and for a brief moment, she thought she couldn't handle any more, but her body surprised her again, adjusting to the new angle. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in place as he began to thrust upwards with renewed enthusiasm.

The new angle of penetration sent shockwaves of sensation through Mabel's body, and she gasped, her eyes flying open. Dipper's eyes locked onto hers, a smug smile playing on his lips as he felt the difference. His hips met hers with a newfound force, and she realized with a mix of horror and disbelief that he had found her g-spot. The pleasure was intense, and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips.

Dipper took her reaction as encouragement, his strokes growing more frenzied as he pushed into her over and over again. The feeling of her tight, wet pussy squeezing around his cock was driving him wild, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in place as he pounded into her with all his strength.

Mabel's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the pressure building again. Her body was betraying her, responding to his touch despite her mind's screams of protest. She couldn't help the way her hips moved with his, meeting each thrust with a desperate need she didn't understand. Her muscles clenched around him, her pussy gripping him tightly as she neared the precipice of another unwanted climax.

Dipper felt her body tighten around him and knew she was close. He grinned, his movements growing more erratic as he chased his own release. He leaned down, his weight pressing her into the mattress, and whispered in her ear, "You're going to cum for me, Mabel. You're going to love it."

With a powerful jerk, he flipped her onto her back, his cock never leaving her body. Mabel's eyes widened in shock, and she gasped for air as he straddled her, his thighs pressing into her stomach. The sudden change in position was jarring, but the angle of his thrusts was even more intense. The pressure on her g-spot was unrelenting, and she could feel her body responding despite her mind's protests.

Dipper's eyes were wild with excitement as he watched her face contort in a mix of pain and pleasure. His hips moved like a piston, each thrust sending a bolt of pleasure-pain through her. Mabel's hands clutched at the bedsheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she tried to find an anchor in the storm of sensations.

He leaned down, his chest pressing into her back, and whispered, "You're going to cum for me, Mabel. You're going to love it." His breath was hot on her neck, his words a dark promise that sent a shiver down her spine. Despite her horror, she could feel her body responding, the muscles in her pussy clenching around him.

Mabel's eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit her lip to stifle the moan that wanted to escape. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her pleasure, but her body was no longer under her control. The drug had hijacked her senses, and she couldn't stop the orgasm that was building within her.

Her hips began to buck up to meet his, her movements unconscious and needy. Dipper took the cue, his thrusts growing more erratic as he approached his own climax. He watched her face, the mix of horror and ecstasy written plainly across her features, and it only made him more excited. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear as he whispered, "That's it, Mabel. Just let go."

The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, the only noise other than their muffled gasps and grunts. Mabel's body tensed, her muscles tightening around his cock as she felt the orgasm building. She didn't want this, didn't want to give in to the sick pleasure he was forcing upon her, but her body had a will of its own.

Dipper could feel her pussy contracting around him, the sweet friction pushing him closer to the edge. He leaned down, his teeth sinking into her neck as he claimed his victory. The pain mixed with the pleasure, and she could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin as he whispered, "Cum for me, Mabel."

Her eyes squeezed shut, and she did her best to resist, but the drug had left her defenseless against the relentless onslaught of sensation. Her body was a traitor, giving in to his twisted desires despite the horror in her mind. With a whimper that was barely audible, she felt the orgasm crash over her, her body spasming uncontrollably.

Dipper's eyes widened in triumph as he watched her climax. He felt her pussy convulse around him, milking his cock for all it was worth. He groaned, his own release building until it was too much to hold back. With one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside her, his cum filling her once again.

Mabel lay there, trembling, as Dipper pulled out of her. She felt the warmth of his seed spilling out of her, a sticky mess that was a stark reminder of what had just happened. Dipper rolled off the bed, his cock still half-hard and glistening with their combined fluids. He walked over to the bathroom, leaving her lying there, used and discarded.

The sound of running water from the sink was the only noise in the room. She could hear him washing himself off, the water splashing against the porcelain, and she couldn't help but feel a fresh wave of revulsion. He was treating her like a dirty object to be used and then cleaned up.

Dipper emerged from the bathroom, his body gleaming from the wash, and tossed her a towel. "The drug will wear off by tomorrow," he said casually, as if discussing the weather. "But remember, you liked it. You begged for it." His words were a knife in her gut, twisting the truth into a grotesque lie.

Mabel took the towel, her trembling hands barely able to hold onto it. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her mind reeled, trying to make sense of the monster her brother had become. She knew she had to get away from him, to somehow find a way to reverse the damage he had done.

Dipper's tone grew cold, his eyes gleaming with a malicious glee. "But don't worry, Mabel. We're going to have plenty of fun before that happens." He stalked back to the bed, his footsteps echoing in the silent room. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the insatiable lust that hadn't been sated by his initial assault