Author's note: Hi, ieatsmiledip here! I am so glad for the support and I SINCERELY apologize for my short chapters, plot that starts off in this chapter really suddenly, and my imperfect writing. Feel free to PM me and comment/follow, and I'm sorry this is such a long note. Enjoy!

Dipper opened his groggy eyes and looked over at Mabel. Had she always been this pretty? The sun glinted off her hair as she leaned against the rear window of the Stanleymobile, exhausted after the long drive from Piedmont. Shut up, brain! You know she's off limits. I mean she's my sister. That's gross, right? The question mark was still lingering in his mind when Mabel began to stir.

"Hey guys!" Mabel cheerfully said, her voice a little gruff from sleep.

"G'mornin, Mabel," replied Grunkle Stan and Dipper at the same time.

"How much longer 'till we get to the shack?" she asked. "40 minutes at the most, probably more like 30 minutes now," said Grunkle Stan.

"In that case I think I'll go back to sleep," Mabel said with a yawn. She leaned her head over and rested it on Dipper's shoulder. Dipper tensed up and started to sweat. He inhaled the sweet, bubblegum aroma of her hair and ever-so-slowly lowered his gaze to Mabel's chest, whose twin residents had grown considerably over the past two summers.

Damn! Dipper thought to himself as he sat, still, stiff, and sweaty. Since when has Mabel been so hot? Her face, her hair, her breasts, even her usually aggravating constantly upbeat attitude was attractive to the hormonal teen.

"Hey kid? Why you sweatin' so much?" Grunkle Stan asked, interrupting Dipper's train of thought.

"Uh, no reason!" Dipper quickly replied. Maybe a little to quickly, though.

"Yeah, whateva ya say, kid," Grunkle Stan said, only slightly suspicious.

Phew! Dipper thought. That would have been soooo awkward.

Later that night, Dipper and Mabel's room.

Dipper lay awake, thinking. He had managed to keep his mind off Mabel's newfound hotness for the rest of the day, but now he couldn't get her out of his mind. He thought of every positive quality she had: she was funny, nice, caring, attractive, smelled nice, and knew everything about him. The perfect girl. Except for the fact that she's my sister.

"But we can get over that, can't we," somebody said with a hint of a smile in their voice.

"Who's there?" Dipper said, a sudden fear struck into his voice.

"I think you know who it is, Pine Tree."

"Bill!?" Dipper whisper yelled.

"You guessed it, Pine Tree," said Bill as the dream demon materialized next to Dipper's bed. "And I think that I have a deal that will interest you," Bill said with a hint of joy and excitement in his voice. "Interest you very much!"