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They all woke at the same time the next morning. They struggled into sitting positions, Wendy leaning up against Dipper, facing Pacifica, who was sitting up against Mabel.
“It’s Clitmas! It’s Clitmas!” Mabel sang out, her arms around Pacifica’s waist.
They drew back the bedcurtains to see the sun, already high, pouring its light in through the windows.
“What a gorgeous view,” Wendy sighed.
Mabel, from behind Pacifica gazed on Wendy as she sat against Dipper, his arm around her waist, legs open. “It sure is,” Mabel said reaching down to Pacifica’s pussy.
Wendy turned from the view outside to see Mabel and Pacifica before her, and smiled.
“She’s right,” Dipper said, likewise reaching down to Wendy’s pussy. “It’s a beautiful view.”
The twins began softly running their fingers up and down their respective lover’s labia. Stroking, stroking, a gentle squeeze here, a shallow dip into a vagina there….
Dipper was somewhat jealous of his sister for a moment, as she was able to embrace Pacifica around the waist with one arm as she toyed with her quim with the other hand. Dipper was only able to work with one arm, but he wanted to hug Wendy about the middle, too. He vaguely fantasized about taking Grunkle Ford up on his offer now, as he worked.
He petted Wendy’s cunt as she reached back and gently held the back of his neck, turning her head to kiss him as he worked. Then they turned so that they could continue watching Mabel and Pacifica.
Wendy and Pacifica opened their legs, shifting a bit to face one another, laying their ankles overtop one another. The twins continued to work their special brand of magic on them.
Mabel was slowly making circles on Pacifica’s vulva, gradually tightening the circle, until she was eventually making gentle circles around her clit.
“...Clitmas….” Mabel breathed, as she nibbled on Pacifica’s neck.
Wendy moaned and squirmed as Dipper mimicked his sister’s technique, caressing her pussy, playfully tugging at her wispy, ginger thatch, and rubbing in circles around her clitoris until it began swelling and venturing out from under its hood.
Mabel and Dipper focused intently on one another’s partners. Mabel began tugging softly on Pacifica’s nipples as she continued petting her clit.
Again, Dipper felt a flare of jealousy as Mabel was able to do what he could not for her lover. He dipped his fingers into Wendy’s pussy, which was, by now, quite wet, and then with moistened fingers began to tenderly stroke and tug at her clit, eliciting long, low moans.
Pacifica’s moans joined with Wendy’s as she watched her being worked on by Dipper, as Mabel then began sliding her fingers into her, massaging her internally.
Dipper followed suit, occasionally withdrawing from Wendy to again please her clitoris.
The room was silent but for Wendy and Pacifica, panting and moaning, while the twins continued their ministrations. They continued until both Wendy and Pacifica came. They slumped back, eyes still half-glazed with desire. Mabel looked at Wendy and Dipper as she raised her hand to her lips, licking up Pacifica’s nectar.
“Clitmas,” she repeated, smiling.
Wendy gave a short laugh then leaned forward into Pacifica’s lap, and began licking her pussy. Pacifica gasped and grabbed onto Wendy’s hair, pulling her in.
As he watched Wendy working, ass up in the air toward him, Dipper likewise leaned forward and began eating Wendy out from behind.
Groaning, Pacifica slid down Mabel’s body, and letting go of Wendy’s hair, pulled Mabel over her face and began frantically licking.
Watching the scene in front of him, Dipper stopped what he was doing to Wendy and gently nudged her around, and beckoned to his sister, until she bent around to start eating Wendy’s cunt in Dipper’s place. He then sat back to watch as the three girls feasted upon one another. Their sighs and groans filled the air, as Dipper began playing with himself, leaning up against the headboard.
After a few minutes, the three girls came, and they continued licking and lapping at one another’s sexes before they switched around so that Wendy could drink Mabel’s nectar, as she ate Pacifica, who in turn lapped at Wendy’s clit.
Dipper tried to restrain himself. He didn’t want to come before the girls had another chance to do so. He reached out to caress Wendy’s shoulders, and gently brush Pacifica’s hair as they, along with Mabel, dined upon each other.
Eventually, they all came again, and fell back, giggling and panting, as if they’d just been sprinting.
“Whew!” Pacifica breathed. “That was amazing!”
Mabel nodded, petting her hair. “The Munch Train is my favorite!” she said.
“Merry Clitmas, you guys,” Wendy laughed gently.
Then they all looked over at Dipper, who ached for release, himself.
“Awww, poor kid,” Wendy said, giggling.
Smiling, Dipper leaned forward and began licking both Wendy and Pacifica clean as they sat next to each other.
“Ooooh, such a good boy,” Pacifica sighed. “You got him trained well, Lumberjane.”
“What about me?” Mabel complained with a smile. “Who’s gonna clean me?”
She stood on the bed over Wendy and Pacifica, who took it in turns to take care of her as Dipper continued his own care of them.
Eventually, they all cuddled back down together.
“Hey, no one’s taken care of the boy, yet,” Pacifica noted. She glanced over at Mabel. “Hey, Mabes—you mind?”
“Awww, it’s Clitmas—go for it!”
Smiling, Pacifica and Wendy drew close to Dipper, laying on their stomachs before him and began taking turns kissing, licking, and sucking his cock. Dipper sighed deeply and ran his fingers through Wendy’s and Pacifica’s hair by turns.
Smiling slyly, Mabel winked at her brother and began delicately working her fingers in both Wendy’s and Pacifica’s pussies from behind, making them both moan as they continued working on Dipper.
They took it in turns, one sucking on Dipper’s shaft, one lapping and sucking on his balls. Sometimes Wendy would plant a deep, sucking kiss on his dick or on his balls, as Pacifica used her tongue.
It wasn’t long before he came hard, surprising the girls, practically painting their faces. Mabel giggled to see it.
“Oh, God—I’m sorry!” Dipper said when he’d come down from his orgasm.
“Aw, it’s okay,” Wendy said, laughing along with Mabel. She and Pacifica leaned together, licking one another’s faces clean.
“There, see?” she said. “No harm, no foul.”
“I still think Girl-Dipper tastes better than Boy-Mabel,” Pacifica teased.
“Well, this was my favorite way to wake up on a Clitmas morning,” Mabel declared. “Now I think we should go downstairs and open presents!” She glanced over at Dipper and gave him a wink and a smile that no one else noticed, and tugged on her ring finger. Dipper returned her smile.
“Have we your permission to get dressed?” Pacifica asked teasingly of Mabel.
“Well….” She began, pretending to think about it. “I suppose, for now, I’ll allow it.”
They pulled on their jeans, their socks, and their holiday sweaters, and Dipper put on his cybernetic arm. Then, they all went downstairs.
“Who wants breakfast?” Wendy asked as they descended.
“I’ll make some eggs and puliszka,” Dipper offered. “And we can finish the Panettone.”
“Presents first,” Pacifica ordered. “Then breakfast. We have to do things in the right order.”
They went to the tree and sat by it, on the floor.
“I think most of the presents we exchanged last night—the book thing,” Wendy said.
“But we still have a few things to share,” Mabel said. “Here. These are from me and Paz.”
Wendy took the gift. “Aw, thank you guys, but Pacifica’s present is all around us…so I told her she shouldn’t buy anything special for us this year.”
“Well, that’s not up to you, is it, Lumberjane?” Pacifica said leaning forward, kissing Wendy on the cheek. “Merry Christmas.”
Wendy returned her kiss. “Back atcha, Princess.” She opened the box, looked in and began to giggle.
“What is it?” Dipper asked, leaning in to see.
Wendy held it up. It was a sex toy. “This looks like the one you guys used on me last year,” Wendy said to Pacifica. She smirked, eyes sparkling with playful mischief.
“Sure is, Lumberjane,” she said. “And I sent the app for it to Dipper’s phone.”
“Ohhhh, we are going to have so much fun with this,” Wendy said, winking at Dipper.
“Here,” Dipper said, offering a large package to Mabel. “This one’s for you.”
When Mabel opened the package, she squealed. “Oooh! Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, guys!” She hugged Wendy and Dipper. It was a large hempen woven basket with handles.
“It’s for your knitting,” Wendy explained.
“Yeah, Wendy wove it herself,” Dipper said proudly. “Look—See? She even wove your name into it.”
Finally, there were two small boxes left, one with Wendy’s name on it, and the other with Pacifica’s.
“What are these?” Wendy asked.
But Pacifica knew what a jewelry gift box looked like when she saw one.
The twins had shifted so that they sat next to each other, and Mabel furtively slipped something onto Dipper’s hand, while she did the same for her own. Then, she reached out and took the boxes. She gave Wendy’s to Dipper, and then the twins presented them to their respective lovers.
The girls took the small boxes from the twins and opened them. Their eyes went wide.
“What…what is this…?” Wendy almost gasped.
“They’re rings, silly,” Mabel told her.
And so they were. Exquisitely made of silver, and inscribed by hand.
“What’s this engraving?” Pacifica asked.
“It’s Hebrew, from the Song of Songs,” Dipper said. “It says Ani l’Dodi, v’Dodi Li.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,” Mabel translated.
“What does this mean…?” Pacifica repeated, this time not asking for a translation.
“They’re engagement rings, silly,” Mabel said with a warm smile.
“See, by custom, you’re not supposed to give the bride a ring with a stone in it until after the wedding,” Dipper explained. “I mean, technically, we’re not even supposed to use an engraved ring, but…we thought….”
“Fuckkit,” Mabel finished. “It’s supposed to be a plain gold band, without anything that might deceive the recipient about the ring’s real value.”
“But we’ll do that when we get officially married. For now, this will have to do.”
Wendy and Pacifica stared at the twins, surprised beyond words.
Dipper and Mabel glanced at each other, and then knelt in front of them.
“Gwendolyn…?”
“Pacifica…?”
“Will you marry us?”
They held out their hands, showing them the matching rings they wore.
Many happy tears were shed as Wendy and Pacifica put their rings on and flung their arms around Dipper’s and Mabel’s necks.
There was laughter and weeping, and many kisses.
“So—does this mean ‘yes?’” Dipper asked.
“Yes, you Doofus!” Wendy cried.
“Best. Christmas. Ever.” Pacifica pronounced as she flung herself into Mabel’s arms.
“Let’s… We should tell our families,” Wendy said.
Pacifica’s face fell ever so slightly. But Wendy noticed.
“Oh. Aw, Paz….” She hugged the young heiress. Pacifica clung to her tightly.
“It…it’ll work out…somehow. I- I’ll make it work…” she said, as if trying to convince herself.
Wendy smoothed her hair and softly crooned over her.
“Just remember, Princess.... We love you. And you’ll always have family with us.”
Pacifica said nothing, but silently wept against Wendy’s breast, as she was pulled between joy and bitterness.
Incredibly, the twins seemed not to notice, as they were making preparations for the afternoon. Wendy was about to say something, when Pacifica stopped her.
“Don’t,” she said. “This should be a happy time for all of us.”
“Okay, Mabel,” Dipper said. “Are they having Christmas dinner at the Mystery Shack again?”
“I think so,” Mabel said. “I’m pretty sure we’d be welcome again this year.”
“Okay. Let’s make sure Mom will be there, and maybe we can convince Dan and Wendy’s brothers to come, too?”
“I dunno,” Mabel said. “That’s a lot of people to impose upon Soos and Melody.”
“Well, we’ll explain there’s something important we need to tell everyone. We can…we can cook some dishes of our own to bring.”
“We’ll need to get started right away, then,” Mabel said, standing up. “I’ll go see if we have anything.”
As she headed to the kitchen, Wendy grabbed her phone.
“Hey, Dad? Could-- Could you and the guys come to the Mystery Shack for Christmas dinner? It’s just us and the Pines family…and Soos’ family, of course. Please? It…it’s really important. Will you? …O-okay. We’ll see you there.”
Dipper called up Soos and Melody.
“Uh, hey guys.”
“Oh, hi, dood! Are you guys coming to dinner this afternoon?”
“Yeah, about that—We’d really love to. But we’d like to know if it’s okay to invite the Corduroys and my mom, too?”
“Wow! Manly Dan? Christmas dinner? Doesn’t he usually spend his holiday doing his survival training out in the woods?”
“Y-yeah, usually. But this year, Wendy talked him into spending some of the holiday with us. …Is it okay?”
“Sure, dood! Me and melody will see if we can make some more food for the extra guests, so Abuelita isn’t worn out.
“Okay! Great! We’ll make some things to bring, too!”
“Okay, dood! See you at five!”
“See you then!”
“Okay,” Dipper suggested. “Let’s bring a couple of bottles of tokaji for the announcement.”
“Do we have any left?” Wendy asked.
“I’ll check,” Mabel volunteered.
After a few minutes, she sang out again. “Only one bottle!”
“Let’s save that for just us tonight,” Wendy said quietly.
They moved to the sitting area. Mabel and Pacifica sat on the couch. Wendy sat in the large club chair and pulled Dipper onto her lap. The two couples almost immediately began, not making out, but nuzzling and caressing.
After several minutes of silent canoodling, Wendy spoke up.
“Dipper?”
“Yeah, Wen?”
“Before we go to dinner tonight…I- I wanna go visit my mom.”
He kissed her tenderly, as Mabel and Pacifica looked on.
“Let’s go,” Dipper said quietly. “C’mon, guys.”