The Tunnel
Epilogue
The warm morning light tickled Dipper’s eyes, rousing him with a slight groan. As he leaned up, Mabel stirred, her bare back visible peeking out from under a blanket he must have pulled on to them both during the night.
Wait, Mabel?
The sudden memories of last night, of their embrace and lovemaking, raced through his mind, and he could feel more than a little bit of arousal in his cock on top of his morning wood. He was looking down at Mabel, when a quiet creak sounded out.
He almost ignored it, because it was just his bedroom door squeaking as a stray breeze from his open window shifted it.
Oh fuck.
I forgot to close my door.
Both of their parents were early risers, or at least earlier than the twins; However, a glance to the clock revealed a damning 8:35AM, and they were usually up by 8 at the latest. He hopped to the floor, hurriedly pulling on the pair of discarded pajamas as Mabel sat up, murmuring and still half-asleep. “Dip, what’s going on?”
He said nothing, passing her the bathrobe but looking pointedly in the direction of the partially-open door. Mabel followed his gaze, uttering a little squeaked “Oh shit.” She yanked on the bathrobe, grabbed her discarded lingerie, and after a brief peek out of his doorway, sprinted quietly to her door and darted inside.
Meanwhile, Dipper stood at his door frame, collecting his racing thoughts and straining for a noise of his parents being up. Normally one of them is cooking breakfast, so why don’t I hear or smell anything? Heck, today was the big baseball game and I know Mom would have that on if she was up, but I can’t hear the TV either.
Mabel’s door cracked open, and she came out in her typical sleepwear of gym shorts and a baggy shirt that bore a worn Imaginary friends are the best kind! and a little smiling √-1 decorated in faded and patchy glitter. Together they slowly crept down the stairs and into the living room.
The living room was empty, the TV dark, and the kitchen was untouched. Mabel noticed something on the kitchen table, and pointed Dipper towards it. It was a sheet of paper, and Dipper felt his stomach twist in fear as as he grabbed it.
Together, the twins began to read.
“Dear Mabel and Dipper…”
FIN.