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|Bouncing love|
Twins sound hard to manage between working on the portal, keeping things afloat, and balancing the fine fine act of deception and one’s love for their nephews, but Dipper finds that it isn’t really all that terrible. Ford is… quite the invaluable mind, actually. Stan reminds him of what he’s doing this all for.
And they’re extremely cute to boot. Equally and amplifying so. Double the cuteness, double the trouble.
This… isn’t like him and Mabel, though. A peer who’s curious hands matched his as they grew up together. They’re children to his adult… and they don’t even live with him full time. Hence, he settles for ‘cuddling’, ‘familiar’ kisses on the mouth, and ‘tucking them in’ while crossing his fingers that these kids won’t snitch to his nephew-in-law. He could excuse the touching he used to tease his niece with to quell her worry, but her husband? Absolutely not.
Even so… Unless these kids get some really clear communication of what is and isn’t appropriate touching, then this shouldn’t even potentially become an issue for him until he’s too old for it to matter. Or ideally, dead, but regardless. He already got away with this with Caryn to the point where she sent the boys to him. He doesn’t think this will bite him.
Hopefully.
Caution, though. Patience. They’ll have to seek him out if they wish to go further than this. So for now, Dipper hums, gently stroking the boys’ backs as they lean against his front. There’s one child for each leg, and they’re so small and adorable as they let him rub his thighs against their most sensitive crevices. One boy is smooth, wet, and smiling up at him- Stan. The other is bulging, surprisingly wet-ter, and hiding his face with a shy smile- Ford.
“Are you boys feeling good?” Dipper asks.
“Yeah. Super.” Stan says as he wiggles snugly into Dipper's thigh.
“Ford?”
He takes a shaky breath, nods, then whispers a soft, “Yes…”
Dipper hums, hands lacing into the back of the boys’ heads as he mutters, “Good boys.”
Then, he starts bouncing them like babies… but not quite. It's more like his thighs rub between their thighs, against one small bulge and another heated slickness. The boy's whimper, wiggle, giggle at one another all the while, but they never last long. They're still too young for that- a small mercy for his aching hips.
Ford doesn't even last a minute, squeaking, hiding his face in Dipper's soft chest as his shorts darken with boy cum. Stan's eyes never leave the sight. He is soon to follow.
After that, it's a matter of gently petting the back of the boys’ heads. Ignoring the painful heat between his own legs, and the way his own body yearns to be filled. They're still too young for that- something he thinks with no small amount of gratification.
When Stan catches his breath he hops off Dipper's lap with a chipper, “Oh boy.”
Then he grabs Ford's hand, tugging him off with an embarrassed expression. Dipper's lips twitch, but he has enough tact not to outright smirk at the sight.
“Thanks loads, Grunkle Dip-dip. We've gotta go, though! And do, uh…”
Ford murmurs, trying to get the words out and failing miserably. His chubby cheeks are so red that Dipper wants to just kiss them scarlet. It’s a painful urge to resist.
Stan swallows, then tugs Ford by the hand with a softer, “C’mon.”
Dipper watches hungrily as Stan presses a kiss to his older twin’s lips before pulling him through the living room door. Oh, how similar they are.