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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Pacifica_Northwest_&_Mabel_Pines, Pacifica_Northwest_&_Dipper_Pines_&
      Mabel_Pines, Pacifica_Northwest/Dipper_Pines, Dipper_Pines_&_Mabel_Pines,
      Pacifica_Northwest_&_Dipper_Pines
  Character:
      Dipper_Pines, Mabel_Pines, Pacifica_Northwest, Preston_Northwest
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Smut, Public_Sex, Public_Nudity, Public_Blow_Jobs, Sex
      Shop, Oral_Sex, Breastfeeding, Creampie, Exhibitionism, Sex_Toys,
      Cunnilingus, Teen_Romance, Sexual_Humor, Fluff_and_Humor, Penis_Biting,
      Pseudo-Incest, Incest_Kink, Underwater_Blow_Jobs, Bikinis, Camping,
      Teenage_Mabel_Pines, Teenage_Dipper_Pines, Teenage_Pacifica_Northwest,
      Wall_Sex, Food_Kink, Cumshare, Scent_Kink, Size_Difference
  Series:
      Part 2 of Dipper_and_Pacifica's_Crazy_Teen_Years
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-05 Updated: 2017-12-09 Chapters: 5/7 Words: 41925
****** A camping trip with Mabel ******
by lennoxmacduffes
Summary
     Dipper and Pacifica are at the beginning of their sexual
     relationship, and they decide to go camping for a week to explore
     each other without worrying about being caught. Someone, however,
     will tag along and make it difficult for them to find some privacy.
***** Prelude: They couldn’t believe it had all worked out. *****
Chapter Notes
     Tags for this chapter:
     - Unprotected sex.
Dipper gave his goodbyes to his sister and closed the main door of the house.
With his parents shopping at the mall and Mabel off to buy knitting supplies,
Dipper finally had the house all for himself and he wanted to take full
advantage of it. After living for almost seventeen years with someone as
energetic as Mabel, he had learned to value the silence whenever he could.
Dipper intended to grab some snacks from the kitchen, relax on the couch and
watch a mystery show on TV. After that, he was going to work a little in his
own Journal. Ford had barely addressed the UFO topic in his journals and Dipper
wanted to focus his research on the crashed spaceship for his own Journal #1.
When he was about to open the fridge and push aside the jars of Mabel’s juice
to get something edible, someone rang the doorbell. Dipper considered ignoring
it, but whoever was at the door rang the doorbell three more times in the span
of a second. The boy sighed and grumbled his way to the main door of the house
with the intention of yelling at whoever was ringing doorbells like that. When
Dipper opened the door, there was someone he hadn’t been expecting behind it.
“Hey, Dork.”
Without asking for permission, Pacifica let herself in, walked past Dipper and
got into the Pines’ house living room. She was wearing her mini-golf uniform
consisting of a tight purple polo shirt, a white miniskirt and knee-high socks.
She also had a golf bag hanging on her shoulder.
“Come in, feel yourself at home.” Dipper said sarcastically and rolled his eyes
at the lack of basic education. He closed the main door of the house and
followed her into the living room.
“For your information, this is technically my house.” The heiress reminded him
with a smug smile. She dropped the golf bag on the armchair and sat on the
couch. “My father is renting it to yours, so you could say I own the place.”
“You know, that always made me feel a little awkward about us.” Dipper
scratched his cheek. “I mean, he’s not going to kick my family out if we stop
dating, is he?”
“What do you think?” Pacifica stared at her boyfriend for a second to make sure
his worry was genuine and then she burst into giggles. “My father rented your
family this house because he owed you a personal favor, Dork, but he still
hates you. If we ever break up it’s more likely that he’ll reward you with a
manor or something.”
“Really?” Dipper cupped his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm… Having my own manor with
butlers and everything in exchange for just breaking up with you sounds good.”
He smiled mischievously in an attempt to scare her.
“Yeah, but you’d be single.” Pacifica shrugged and spread her arms on the back
of the couch, completely claiming it for herself.
“Oh, but that has many benefits.” He added.
“Such as?” Pacifica crossed her legs.
“First off, I’d have more time for myself.” Dipper listed with his fingers. “I
could work on my projects indefinitely, I wouldn’t have to carry your bags at
the mall and, best of all, I wouldn’t have to go to those rich elite social
parties anymore.”
“Being single has its drawbacks too. For example, you and I…” Pacifica
uncrossed her legs slowly and crossed them again with the other leg over,
flashing Dipper her panties through the miniskirt in a Basic Instinct way.
“…wouldn’t be able to have fun anymore.”
Dipper gulped and his eyes widened. The flashing had been clear enough for him
to notice the color of the cotton was purple.
“Besides,” She continued. “I wouldn’t be single for long. Someone has to come
with me to those boring rich elite social parties and, if he is also so kind to
carry my bags at the mall, I would definitely invite him for the night. Then,
we would get in my big, warm and cozy bed to…” The heiress smirked
suggestively.
“I-I was just speculating!” Dipper’s confidence collapsed, jealousy burning
deep within the boy.
“That’s what I thought.” Pacifica chuckled with satisfaction after making her
boyfriend suffer a little. “You better remember this conversation next time you
wanna play a tug-of-war with me.”
“So… did you come from the mini-golf course?” Dipper wanted to change topics.
“Nah, I came from the manor. I just needed a good excuse to leave for a few
hours.” She removed the glove on her right hand and tossed it onto her golf
bag. “Nice pajamas, by the way. They’re very stellar.”
Dipper glanced down at his outfit and blushed in embarrassment. He hadn’t
planned to leave the house that day and he was still in his pajamas, which were
a dark blue shirt and sweatpants with multiple yellow spots, resembling a star-
filled night sky.
“I like stars, okay?” He folded his arms over his chest.
“I like stars too. Wanna know my favorite constellation?” Pacifica stood up and
closed the distance between them. She moved her mouth to his ear and whispered
“The Big Dipper.”
Dipper squeaked and gave a jerk of surprise when Pacifica cupped his package
through his pajama pants and bit his earlobe. The boy attempted to protest at
the abuse, but she silenced him by pushing her tongue into his mouth and
grabbing his hands to place them on her backside. The boy rolled his eyes, gave
her butt a squeeze and returned the aggressive kissing. Since Dipper had
finally consented, Pacifica parted the heated kiss and pressed her hand on
Dipper’s chest to stop him for a second.
“We’re alone, right?” Pacifica glanced around herself.
“Now you ask that?” He gave her an amused look. “We are, but I don’t know when
Mabel will be back.” Dipper looked worriedly at the main door over Pacifica’s
shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I just need a quick one.”
Pacifica pushed him back onto the couch and climbed his hips. Dipper’s hands
quickly began roaming through her body in an attempt to slide into her polo
shirt without success, whereas Pacifica pulled at the elastic waistband of
Dipper’s sweatpants and gasped in surprise.
“No underwear? That’s so dirty.” She giggled. “I love it.”
The heiress fished out Dipper’s erect cock and rubbed his frenulum with her
thumb. Dipper moaned softly and began rocking his hips against her pleasant
hand. He was enjoying the teasing a little too much for his own comfort and
stamina, so he quickly gave up on getting his hands under her polo shirt and
stopped Pacifica from ending the party before it even started. The heiress
laughed mockingly at how deft her fingers were at stimulating her boyfriend,
but the sound was chocked back when Dipper slid his hand under her miniskirt.
“Two can play this game, Princess.” Dipper ran his fingers along her sodden
folds and caused Pacifica’s whole body to shiver. “You got wet thinking about
me on the way here, didn’t you? That’s not very Northwest-like.” He teased and
smiled with satisfaction when a blush appeared on Pacifica’s cheeks.
“Shut up and take me upstairs.”
After Pacifica wrapped her arms around his neck and felt Dipper’s hands seizing
hold of her backside, Dipper stood up and hurried his way to the staircase.
Pacifica moved her mouth to his ear and whispered into it what she was going to
do with her tongue, how she was going to use her teeth and where she wanted her
daily dose of Dippingsauce. It became difficult for Dipper to breathe and climb
the stairs to the second story at the same time. He felt the urge to pin
Pacifica against the wall and do it then and there, but the possibility of
somebody opening the main door and catching them naked on the staircase won
over his lust.
They finally reached the second story. Dipper headed to the first door on the
right but Pacifica wiggled her way out of his grasp and got on her feet.
“Wait. Today I we’re doing it here.” She opened the first door on the left.
“But that’s Mabel’s room.” Dipper reminded her.
“Exactly.”
Pacifica seized the collar of Dipper’s pajama shirt and pulled him into his
sister’s room. She shoved him onto the bed and closed the door. Dipper landed
on his back and grunted in discomfort at a prickling sensation. One of the
multiple plush toys that covered Mabel’s bed, a unicorn, was prickling him on
the back. After he got rid of the pointy toy, a pair of purple panties landed
on his face. He tossed them onto the floor too and grinned at how Pacifica
climbed his hips and spread her nether lips open with one hand as she aimed
Dipper’s cock up with the other. A strand of her wet excitement fell onto the
head of his penis and caused it to twitch violently.
There was a moment of hesitation during which they stared into each other’s
eyes. Dipper’s eyes said that it would take him a minute to go to his room and
fetch a condom from his socks drawer. Pacifica’s eyes said she didn’t have that
minute and she needed to ride him raw right now. Meanwhile the staring contest
lasted, Pacifica rubbed the head of Dipper’s penis up and down her slit. Dipper
soon couldn’t hold himself back anymore and gave her the go by placing his
hands on her hips.
The heiress smirked, pushed the naked head of his penis against her entrance
and got all his length inside. Dipper gasped at the sudden warm and wet feeling
engulfing his cock, and Pacifica closed her eyes and shivered as goosebumps
covered her skin at the sensation of being completely filled up. She opened her
eyes and bit her lower lip as she stared at Dipper lustfully. Pacifica placed
her hands on his chest began rolling her hips rapidly against his, causing
Dipper to curl his toes and blink every time her mound smacked the base of his
penis.
Dipper seized the hem of her tight polo shirt and began pulling it up hastily
as Pacifica raised her arms in the air. The heiress changed strategies while
Dipper removed her clothes and she began gyrating her hips against Dipper’s,
the first half of the circular motion slowly and the second half in the blink
of an eye. The bumpy ridges of Pacifica’s inner walls massaged and rubbed his
sensitive cock in such a way that Dipper groaned and accidentally gave a yank
to the polo shirt.
RIIIP
They stopped all of a sudden and stared at how the fabric of Pacifica’s super
expensive designer purple polo shirt was now torn at the side.
“Oh my gosh, you idiot!” Pacifica’s eyes widened in disbelief as she took off
the ruined polo shirt and stared at the slit on the side. “This shirt was more
expensive than your whole wardrobe!”
“I’m sorry.” Dipper quickly apologized.
“You’re gonna pay for this.”
Wearing now only her white mini-skirt and her purple bra, Pacifica tossed the
polo shirt aside and leaned on top of him. She trapped Dipper’s bottom lip in
between her teeth and pulled at it all while she resumed grinding her hips
against his so hard that the sound of skin smacking against skin and the
squeaky bed springs filled the room. Dipper opened his mouth to groan his
immense pleasure and Pacifica seized the opportunity to invade it with her
tongue. She swirled her tongue around his and seized hold of Dipper’s pajama
shirt to yank it open. Buttons flew in the air and Dipper’s chest was exposed.
Pacifica then dug her fingernails in his chest and began gracing it until
Dipper’s moaning became constant.
Dipper felt a surge at the base of his penis and he wrapped his arms around
Pacifica’s lower back to stop her. He was about to cum, and he needed to be in
control for pulling out on time. The heiress parted the heated kiss and
whimpered. She was just as close to orgasm as he was. Dipper readjusted himself
under Pacifica by bending his knees and placing his feet flat on the bed. He
gave her a reassuring smirk and she answered with a huge grin. Pacifica then
buried her face into his neck to enjoy the ride. Dipper was going to make her
cum, and cum hard.
The boy hiked up her miniskirt, seized a good hold of her naked buttcheeks and
began thrusting his hips against hers, sliding the whole shaft of his penis in
and out of Pacifica each time, gradually increasing the speed with every thrust
until he achieved the pace that made Pacifica pant heavily. Dipper felt her wet
excitement rolling down his shaft and over his balls to pool onto the bed. He
noted mentally to change Mabel’s bed sheets later and nibbled Pacifica’s
earlobe to overexcite her. The heiress’ pants turned into breathy moans about
his nickname, and her inner walls tightened around his penis as she neared
orgasm. Dipper felt his own cock beginning to pulsate in response as he made a
mess of precum inside her. He moved a hand over her butt and massaged the area
between her anus and her vaginal entrance while he waited for the last moment
to pull out.
The soft prickles caused by Dipper’s fingers on her perineum made Pacifica
clench her buttcheeks and squeak as her whole body shook in orgasmic pleasure.
Dipper rolled his eyes back in his head and groaned at the sensation of
Pacifica’s inner walls squeezing and sucking his pulsating cock in. He fought
the overwhelming desire of thrusting just one more time as deep as possible to
ejaculate inside her, and instead he pulled his cock out in the last instant. A
gush of sperm sprayed Pacifica’s butt without the aid of any hand. Dipper then
grabbed his cock and stroked it fervently to help release load after load,
causing Pacifica’s hips to jerk at every new splatter that landed on her
backside. When the sticky barrage stopped, Pacifica shivered at the feeling of
how Dipper’s warm fluids rolled down her buttcheeks and thighs to pool on the
bed. She also noted mentally to remind Dipper to change Mabel’s bed sheets.
With their sexual tension relieved, Pacifica moved her face in front of
Dipper’s and pecked him with difficulty. Both teens were panting heavily in
exertion to recover their breath. Dipper cupped her cheek and stroked it with
his thumb while he grinned and stared into her deep blue eyes until Pacifica
blushed. She would never admit it, but Dipper’s warm hazel eyes were one of the
few things that made her nervous.
“You know, I had other things to do this morning.” Dipper attempted to sound
upset. “Next time you want a quickie you could give me a call before dropping
by.”
“Oh.” She smirked. “Excuse me if I ruined your plans of grabbing a snack and
spending the rest of the morning watching a nerd show on TV or burying your
nose into that book of yours.”
“Um…” Dipper blushed and wondered if he was that predictable. “It’s okay.”
Pacifica giggled and scooted sideways to hug her boyfriend and rest her head on
the left side of his chest. The sound of his pounding heart and the tender
strokes of his hand on her hair made Pacifica sigh happily and enter a state of
complete relaxation. She tried to doze off a little and, with a little bit of
luck, catch one of her favorite dreams. The heiress had memorized some dreams
that had repeated in her sleep over the years, but she had a favorite above
all. In that dream, Dipper and she were on vacations at an empty beach riding a
white horse, Dipper behind Pacifica on the saddle. Dipper then told her to stop
the horse and turn around. He was holding out an open square box with a ring in
it and about to propose to her.
The heiress displayed a silly grin as a pleasant flutter took over her heart.
She rubbed her face on Dipper’s chest and dozed off a little. Dipper noticed
how her breathing became steady and how her body relaxed, and he couldn’t help
but smile warmly.
“Hey.” He nudged her lightly. “C’mon, don’t fall asleep. We have to clean up.”
“Mmm.” She moaned. “Let me sleep or I’ll tell my father to fire you.”
“But I don’t work for your father, I’m not a butler.” Dipper chuckled and
nudged her again. “Pacifica, really. This isn’t even my bed.”
“Just five minutes more.” She whined playfully.
“Fine, five minutes more.” Dipper rolled his eyes and continued stroking her
hair.
They stayed silent for few minutes but, right when Pacifica was about to fall
asleep, Dipper spoke again.
“Princess, is there something wrong?”
“Hm? Why do you say that?” Pacifica raised her head and stared at him.
“It’s just that… I can’t get off my mind this is the third time you’ve dropped
by for a quickie this week and… well, today is Tuesday.” Dipper gave her a
lopsided smile.
“So what? Can’t I enjoy my boyfriend?” She countered matter-of-factly.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love these quickies.” Dipper quickly clarified. “But I’m
beginning to think you spend your free time in the bushes of the yard waiting
for me to be home alone.”
“Pfft. Don’t be silly, Dipper.” She rolled her eyes. “I wait in the limo.”
“I was being serious.” Dipper narrowed his eyes at her.
“Me too. You can even see the limo outside.” She pointed lazily at the window.
“Oh... That kind of proves my point.” He scratched his cheek. “Tell me what’s
wrong. No secrets, remember?”
Pacifica kept the smile for a few more seconds and then she sighed and her
attitude went from happy to gloomy.
“Remember this camping trip idea you had for later in the month?”
“You don’t like it?” Dipper was astonished. “But it’s such a fantastic place!
There’s a river with a small waterfall where we could have a romantic picnic,
there’s also a hill in a clearing where at night we could do some stargazing,
and the best of all is…“
“My father doesn’t let me go.” Pacifica muttered.
“…that we’ll be alone because everyone is at the beach this year and — Wait,
what?”
“My father has forbidden me from going with you to that camping trip.” She
repeated with a sigh.
“Of course he has.” Dipper growled and narrowed his eyes. “Preston…”
“You know,” Pacifica commented amusedly. “he does the exact same thing when he
mentions your name.”
“Oh, Mr. Northwest has finally taken the bother of learning my name after four
years?” He raised both eyebrows in genuine surprise.
“Well… He says Dopper, but he’s really trying.” She smiled sheepishly.
“I’m sure of it.” Dipper commented sarcastically.
“Try to make an effort on your part too.” Pacifica sat up on the bed. “I
really, really need you two to get along. He’s my father and you’re my
boyfriend. I can’t have you two bickering all the time.”
“What excuse did he give you?” Dipper changed topics. The bad blood between
Preston and him wasn’t something he could fix overnight.
The heiress cleared her throat and did her best imitation of her father’s
voice.
“And where is the butler going to cook your meals in the middle of the forest?
You are not going to eat wild animals like a savage, are you?”
“Really?” Dipper asked in amusement. “You told him that we’re bringing our own
food in a cooler and that I can cook, right?”
“Yeah, I’ve told him that a thousand times but he always comes up with a
different excuse.” Pacifica replied in a tired voice. “I can only guess the
real reason is that my father knows what you and I will be doing during these
vacations.”
“You mean…” Dipper’s eyes darted left and right, unsure of what she meant.
“Camp, relax and maybe take a dip in the river?”
“Sex, you idiot.” Pacifica glanced at him in disbelief. “My father obviously
doesn’t want us to be left alone because of that.”
“Why? Because the age of consent in Oregon eighteen and we’re sixteen? So,
what?” Dipper ranted, completely triggered by the topic. “In Canada it’s
sixteen and in most of Europe it’s fourteen. Our law is absurd. We’re not ‘old
enough’ to give consent, so legally speaking we’re raping each other. It’s just
a bunch of nonsense. Besides, do you really feel ‘corrupted as a minor’?”
“Hey, don’t get all philosophical on me.” She stopped him. “It’s my father the
one against it, not me.”
“For being the owner of such a successful company,” Dipper grumbled. “I can’t
believe how old-fashioned your dad is. I thought him smarter.”
“My father is old-fashioned, you say?” Pacifica snapped as a spark of anger
crossed her eyes. She didn’t allow anybody to insult her family. “How about we
tell your parents when they get home that their son has just had unprotected
sex on his sister’s bed, and we see their faces?”
“Uh… okay. Point taken.” Dipper smiled sheepishly. “Although, to be honest, my
dad would probably give me a high-five. My mom on the other hand…”
“Your mom would definitely kill you.” She finished the sentence for him.
“Yeah, mom is like that.” Dipper chuckled. “I guess we’ll have to call the
camping trip off then.”
“I guess, but…” Pacifica lowered her gaze.
“But?” Dipper rested a hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze.
“This trip was kinda important for me…” She grabbed Dipper’s hand. “I mean,
this is our last chance to have some quality time together without having to
worry all the time about getting caught. Next summer we’ll have to prepare for
college, and after that we’ll be even busier.” Pacifica inhaled deeply and her
voice lowered to a murmur. “I just want to be with you.”
Dipper sat up, tucked a finger under Pacifica’s chin and raised her head. He
was frowning worriedly, but he was also smiling warmly at her.
“Princess, I have no idea how I’m going to do it yet, but we’re going camping
this month. I promise you, and you know I never break my promises.”
Pacifica blinked a few times in astonishment. One of the main reasons for
Dipper to nearly never promise anything was that he always kept the promises to
the end, regardless of how hard they were.
“I love you a lot.” The heiress threw her arms over his shoulders, tackled him
to the bed and began smothering his face in kisses.
“Okay, okay.” Dipper giggled happily and stopped her. “You know your father
better than me. How do I convince him?”
“Uff… that’s gonna be hard.” Pacifica gave him a lopsided smile. “You need him
on a really, really good mood.”
“And… what puts him on a good mood?” Dipper feared the answer.
“My dad likes it when I behave and do as he says, and going camping kinda
collides with that.” Pacifica frowned.
“Hmm...” Dipper cupped his chin thoughtfully. He had expected that answer. “Let
me think of something.”
Pacifica drummed her fingers on his chest and waited. Dipper was completely
deep in thought, but his eyes discreetly darted at her half-naked body from
time to time, and she had noticed it. The heiress smiled slyly. She had felt
his erection growing a few seconds ago, and knew what was crossing Dipper’s
mind.
“Um…”
“What?” Pacifica raised an eyebrow at him.
“You’re half-naked and it’s… distracting.” Dipper’s face flushed red. “I can’t
think straight.”
“Oh.” Pacifica sat up and took off her bra. “Does this help?”
“Not really.” Dipper stopped looking at her face and fixed his gaze on her
exposed breasts.
“I was thinking,” Pacifica grabbed his penis and pumped it lazily into a full
erection, earning a sigh from her boyfriend. “that I’ll just behave super well
these two weeks in the manor to keep my dad on a good mood, but that means I
can’t sneak out anymore and we can’t see each other in the meantime.”
The pleasure of Pacifica stroking his penis and the disappointment at the idea
of not seeing his girlfriend for two weeks collided in Dipper’s mind.
“But,” Pacifica continued. “if it works, we’ll go camping and I’ll do this
every single day.”
The stroking won in Dipper’s mind.
“I-I’ll come up with something to convince your dad in these two weeks.” He
immediately blurted out.
“Good.” She smirked and ran her tongue along her lips. “Now I’d like to have a
parting gift.”
Pacifica opened her mouth and engulfed the head of Dipper’s penis. The boy
inhaled sharply and knew these were going to be a very long two weeks without
her.
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A pickup truck arrived at the Northwest manor gates and sounded the horn. The
intercom near the gate gave a small static sound and then a voice spoke.
“Northwest manor.”
A brunette cheerful girl poked her head out of the vehicle and yelled into the
intercom.
“Hi, Bernard! It’s me, Mabel! Open up!”
On the driver’s seat, Dipper stared in admiration at his sister.
“Do you know all the butlers by name?” He asked.
“Yup.”
The manor gates opened shortly after and Dipper drove the pickup truck into the
front yard.
“Dipper,” Mabel drummed her fingers on her skirt. “if in the end Pacifica can’t
come with us, you and I will go camping anyway, right?”
“I’d like her to come…” Dipper frowned. “But yes. We haven’t packed all this
stuff to not go camping now.”
“Thanks for inviting me.” Mabel grinned at her brother.
“Bah, don’t mention it.” Dipper gave a squeeze to her knee while driving.
“We’re twins. I wasn’t going to leave you here, let alone right now.” He smiled
back.
Dipper parked the pickup truck near the manor and both twins got out. Dipper
was wearing his usual red flannel shirt and jeans combination, and Mabel was
wearing a dark green sweater with the drawing of a camping tent, jeans and a
shoulder bag. Preston Northwest was soon walking down the steps between the
manor door and the front yard to meet them. He was, as usual, in a three piece
suit.
“Hiya, Preston!” Mabel chirped happily. “How’s business? Are your richer or
poorer?”
Preston first threw a glare at Dipper, who broke eye contact and feigned to
check something in the back of the truck, and then he raised an eyebrow at
Mabel.
“Richer.” Mr. Northwest replied plainly. “What are you doing here driving…
that?” He waved his hand in the general direction of the pickup truck.
Soos’ old pickup truck hadn’t aged very well. The chassis was rusty, the
copilot wing mirror was missing, and the vehicle overall looked old and worn.
It was however still rather easy to drive and, lacking a better vehicle for it,
the twins had loaded it up with their supplies for the camping trip.
“What?” Mabel shared a confused look with her brother. “Pacifica didn’t tell
you?”
“Hm.” Preston snapped his fingers and a butler came. “Tell my daughter her
friends are here.”
A few minutes later Pacifica walked down the same steps. She was wearing a
purple blouse that read ‘FANTASY’ over her chest in white bold letters, and a
white skirt. Dipper had seen that exact blouse in the mall for ten dollars, but
he was certain Pacifica’s cost at least six times that price simply because of
the materials, the designer, the brand, and plenty of other factors he would
never understand or care about. The outfit reminded Dipper of her mini-golf
uniform, with the exception that the loose blouse waved and flashed her midriff
as she walked, and the word FANTASY ironically drew the eyes towards her big
breasts. The boy grinned approvingly at his girlfriends’ outfit, and at the
same time Preston frowned disapprovingly at his daughter’s outfit. The heiress
reached the twins and tousled her hair, brushing Dipper with it. That was her
way of saying “Hi” to him whenever her father was around. Mabel immediately
began chatting in a lively way with Pacifica, since it had been over two weeks
since they had last talked together.
Preston cleared his throat and both girls fell silent.
“Well?” He looked at his daughter. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
“Yes.” Pacifica gave her best determined look at her father. “There’s a forest
north of here and I want to go camping there with them for a few days.”
“No.”
“But—“ Pacifica blinked a few times and got upset.
“Let me do the talking, Paz-Paz. You sold the place short.” Mabel interrupted
and pushed the heiress aside. “We’re going to a camping area three hours north
from here. It’s a nice place, very recommended by…”
As Mabel sold Preston the trip, Dipper and Pacifica walked out of earshot to
have a little bit of privacy. Pacifica was still upset and had her arms folded
over her chest.
“Your sister was your idea to convince my father? Really?” Pacifica raised an
eyebrow at him.
“Well… yeah.” Dipper rubbed the back of his head. “I mean, Mabel has always won
her discussions with your father.”
“And the real reason is?” Pacifica narrowed her eyes at him. He was doing that
thing with his eyebrows again.
Dipper hesitated for a moment.
“I didn’t want to leave her here alone.” He sighed. “Mabel had a difficult
breakup with her boyfriend last week and she was very, very sad. I couldn’t
just go camping and forget about her. I’m really sorry, Princess.”
“Hmm… Well.” Pacifica relaxed her posture and smiled wryly. It wasn’t the first
time Mabel had gone through a difficult breakup and the heiress felt
compassionate of her. “I like your sister, she’s funny and, I guess that if she
manages to convince my dad, the least we can do is invite her along.”
“Oh Princess, you’re the best!” Dipper smiled broadly. He had been afraid of
Pacifica taking badly the fact that Mabel was accompanying them.
“The thing is,” Pacifica grinned at the compliment. “that when we get there I
had planned to spend the whole day naked, but I’m not doing that with your
creepy sister around.” She joked and Dipper chuckled.
They overheard Mabel groaning.
“Why noooooot?” The brunette whined.
“I don’t like this idea at all.” Preston declined with a sharp gesture of his
arm.
“Give me a good reason about why Pacifica can’t come with us!” Mabel demanded.
“You’re driving a rust bucket.” Preston raised an eyebrow at the pickup truck.
“Does that even have any airbags?”
“Of course it does!” Mabel reassured quickly. “I think?” She scratched her
cheek doubtfully. “Um… Give me a second good reason! That one didn’t count.”
“How old were you again, sixteen?” Preston crossed his arms. “Do you even have
a license to drive that?”
“Why would I need a license? Dipper and I have been driving golf carts ever
since we were twelve! We can drive. We drove here, didn’t we?” Mabel reassured
Preston with her best grin, but he just frowned back. “No? Give me a third good
reason then!”
“You could run into a bear in the forest.” 
“We have a gun for that!” Mabel said mischievously as she pulled out a pistol
from her shoulder bag.
Preston was startled at first but, after giving it a closer look, he pinched
the bridge of his nose and sighed.
“That’s a water gun.” He murmured.
“Yeah, but the bear doesn’t know that!” Mabel grinned.
Mr. Northwest glanced first at Mabel and then at his daughter with an
expression on his face that clearly asked if this was all a joke.
“Well, thanks for trying.” Pacifica said in a disheartened murmur. “But
apparently I’m not going camping with you after all.”
“Darn it.” Dipper muttered under his breath. “Wait here, I have an ass to
kiss.”
Dipper walked up to Preston and Mabel.
“Give me a tenth good reason!” Mabel was still determined.
“Mabel, please stop. Mr. Northwest, can we speak in private?” He tried to sound
as formal as possible.
The Northwest patriarch nodded and waited for Mabel to leave them alone and go
back to Pacifica.
“If you are going to talk nonsense like your sister, save yourself the
trouble.” Preston crossed his arms.
“Look,” Dipper refrained himself from harshly defending his sister. “I know we
didn’t achieve the best first impression but, really, it’s a safe trip. We have
our own food, the place is regularly used for camping, and we’ll be only three
hours away from here. Besides, Mabel used to be a girl scout and she has
experience camping. Pacifica is completely safe with us.”
Preston kept staring at him with a blank expression.
“And…” Dipper added hesitantly. “She will have her own tent, so you don’t have
to worry about anything.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Preston raised an eyebrow at the boy.
“Uh… That we have separate tents?” Dipper tittered. “And um… my sister will be
with us at all times!”
Mr. Northwest remained silent for a few seconds.
“Do you care for my daughter?” He asked and Dipper nodded immediately. “Then
look at her: She’s wearing a blouse, a skirt and a pair of shoes, and she wants
to go camping like that! An hour after you’ve camped, her hair will have
tangled countless times in the branches, her blouse will be torn, she will have
a sprained knee, and she will want to come back.”
“She’s stronger than you think.” Dipper would have thought like Preston if it
hadn’t been for the multiple times Pacifica had accompanied him on mystery
hunts over the years. “But let’s assume you’re right. Look at her again: She’s
also very excited at the idea.”
Preston had a look at his daughter. Mabel was showing Pacifica her Swiss army
knife, and the heiress was amazed at large number of tools the brunette was
pulling out of the small pocketknife had. The corkscrew got her a giggle when
she asked about it and Mabel shrugged. Pacifica indeed looked very excited.
“If she wants a camping experience that much, I could let you camp here in the
backyard.” He turned to Dipper. “My Pacifica is not old enough to go on her own
to the forest.”
“Camping here wouldn’t be the same.” Dipper shook his head. “If she comes with
us, Mabel and I will watch over her at all times.”
Preston didn’t look very convinced, so Dipper reinforced his point.
“Don’t you think it’s better that she has this experience now that she’s
young?” Dipper asked. “I mean, can you say right now ‘I want to go camping’ and
drop all your responsibilities for a whole week?”
“No, I can’t.” Preston sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Alright, fine. Pacifica!” He got her attention. “Go pack your things. You can
go camping with them.”
Mabel and Pacifica stared dumbfounded at Preston for a second, and then they
squealed, hugged each other and began giving little jumps of joy. Dipper
giggled at the girls and Preston couldn’t help but smile.
“Oh,” Preston suddenly remembered. “and put something on. You can’t go camping
like that.”
“Mabel!” Pacifica snapped her fingers as if she were ordering a butler.
“Sweater, now!”
The cheerful brunette quickly searched in her shoulder bag and pulled out a
sweater for Pacifica. Preston grinned approvingly at how his daughter used the
lower class, and Dipper frowned disapprovingly. The sweater was purple with
‘I’m also very rich’ written over the chest and with drawings of money wads on
the belly. Pacifica stared amusedly at the sweater and commented how that would
save her lots of time when meeting someone new.
After the girls left to do Pacifica’s baggage, Preston placed a hand on
Dipper’s shoulder and looked at him seriously.
“Listen to me, Dopper—“
“Dipper.” He corrected him despite feeling mildly intimidated by Preston’s
imposing taller and wider frame.
“Hmph. Mason,” Preston refused to say the nickname. “I leave both of you in
charge of my daughter but, if something happens to my Pacifica, I don’t care
whose fault it is. I’m blaming you. It doesn’t matter if it was an accident or
if it was your sister’s fault. I’m blaming only you. Understood?”
“Yes.” Dipper displayed his most serious face. “I would do the same anyway.”
“Good.” Preston nodded. “Do you use protection?”
“W-what!?” His voice cracked.
“If Pacifica comes back from this trip with a surprise, I’m also blaming it on
you.”
“O-okay.” Dipper felt his cheeks burning and his hands sweating buckets.
Preston and Dipper waited in silence for the girls to come back. The boy didn’t
want to look at the Northwest patriarch. He already knew Preston was glaring at
him as usual. A few minutes later Mabel and Pacifica came back. Behind
Pacifica, three butlers carried her bags, suitcases, and what apparently was a
big camping tent. Dipper gave her a surprised look, since Pacifica alone had
more baggage than Dipper and Mabel together.
“I need my viscoelastic foam pillow or I can’t sleep.” Pacifica explained.
“Right.” Dipper scratched his cheek since that didn’t explain all that baggage.
“Pacifica,” Preston frowned at his daughter. “aren’t you wearing next to
nothing? Look at Mabel: She’s wearing jeans.”
The heiress glanced down at her outfit and then raised an eyebrow at her
father. Her outfit and Mabel’s were practically the same, only changing the
skirt for the jeans.
“Yeah, but it’s really hot today.” She shrugged. “I’m not putting on the
leggings”  
“Do you want a butler to accompany you camping?” Preston offered with a worried
expression on his face. “I’m certain they can use a camping gas stove.”
“No, dad. We’ll be okay.” Pacifica smiled. “Dipper and Mabel can cook.”
“Pfft.” Mabel snickered. “I wouldn’t call what Dipper does in the kitchen
‘cooking’.” She earned a glare from her brother.
“At least let a butler drive you there in a limousine.” Preston insisted.
“It’s a three hours trip, and I want to spend it with my friends.” Pacifica was
filled with determination. “I’m going with them in the pickup.”
“Alright.” Preston sighed heavily. He snapped his fingers to get a butler’s
attention. “Bring a pickup truck from the garage.”
The butler nodded and left. Dipper, Mabel and Pacifica shared a confused look.
Soon after, the butler came back driving a black pickup truck. The vehicle was
noticeably bigger than Soos’ old pickup truck. The chassis was spotless, the
tires didn’t look worn at all, and the vehicle overall looked shiny new. Dipper
and Mabel gawked at it when they realized what that meant.
"Is that for us?" Mabel was the first to ask.
“Yes. Load it up with their baggage.” Preston ordered the butlers and then
turned back to the twins. “Now, who of you two is going to drive?”
Mabel immediately put on her best grin but, after pondering about it for a
second, Preston ignored her, leaned down threateningly and glared at Dipper.
“Do not exceed the speed limit.” He narrowed his eyes and dropped the car keys
in Dipper's hands. “And I want the pickup back in one piece. That rust bucket
of yours will be waiting here until you return.”
Dipper nodded very slowly, his eyes bulging out. He had never driven a vehicle
that big.
"Woo!" Mabel yelled jubilantly. "Car upgrade! You want shotgun, Paz-Paz?"
"I get kinda carsick if I'm not in the backseat." She smiled apologetically.
The heiress was too used to be in the back of a limousine.
"Oh, then I'll sit with you in the back!" She cheered. "C'mon!"
Dipper and Mabel got into the pickup truck. Pacifica however stayed out for a
little longer. Her father was still frowning worriedly at her.
“Perhaps…” Preston whispered so that only Pacifica heard him. “…you could camp
here in the garden? I could bring wild deer and rabbits and whatever else you
could see in a forest.”
“Dad, really. I’ll be okay.” She gave him a small smile. “What, you think I
can’t do this?”
“No, of course you can.” Preston shook his head and sighed. “Look, if you feel
uncomfortable, call me and I’ll be there in an hour.”
“I’ll do that.”
“And don’t eat anything from the wilderness. Only the food you take with
yourself.”
“Yes.”
“And don’t touch any wild animals.”
“No.”
“And—”
“Dad, relax.” Pacifica closed the distance between them and hugged her father.
“I’ll see you in a week.”
“Not in front of the lower class!”Preston hissed and glanced worriedly at the
pickup, where Dipper and Mabel were grinning teasingly.
Pacifica snickered and parted the hug. She got in the pickup and sat in the
backseat, behind Dipper. Dipper started the engine and they waved goodbye at
Preston as the pickup left the manor fence. They couldn’t believe it had all
worked out.
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***** A Quickie in the Mall *****
Chapter Notes
     Tags for this chapter.
     - Exhibitionism.
     - Pseudo-dom/sub.
     - Wall sex.
     - Oral sex.
"Ugh, keep me this." Pacifica took off the purple sweater and smoothed down her
blouse.
"You don't like it?" Mabel looked hurt.
"I like it, but I'm sweating buckets in it."
"It's not that hot today but—Ha! Red car!" Mabel punched Pacifica in the
shoulder.
"Ouch! Hey!" Pacifica rubbed her hurt shoulder. "I already told you I'm not
playing that game!"
Dipper grumbled and tightened his grasp on the steering wheel.
The three teens were on their way to the camping area. Dipper was driving the
pickup truck, and Mabel and Pacifica were in the backseat. Ten minutes after
they had left the manor, Mabel had grown bored and attempted to play some games
to pass time, none of which had caught the heiress' interest. In the meantime,
Dipper was keeping his eyes on the road and trying not to get distracted by the
girls. The pickup truck was bigger than any other vehicle he had ever driven
before, and he was worried about losing control of it. Moreover, Dipper didn't
have a driving license and the last thing he wanted was for the police to tell
him to pull over and ask him for his nonexistent license.
Pacifica stared boringly through the glass at the road, using her smartphone to
play some music through her earphones to distract herself. For some reason,
none of the incoming cars were purple. Pacifica was joyful at the trip; she was
going camping with her best friend and her boyfriend, but she was also
frustrated for a very simple reason: It had been two weeks since she had last
seen Dipper, and Pacifica had been suffering an alarming itch in her groin
demanding attention ever since the twins had dropped by the manor that morning,
but she had no idea when that would be addressed with Mabel around. The heiress
rubbed her thighs together and sighed.
Something in the road caught her attention. Pacifica smirked and turned to
Mabel.
"Purple car!" She chirped happily and punched Mabel in the shoulder.
"Hey!" Mabel rubbed her shoulder, narrowed her eyes at Pacifica and hissed
"Cheater."
Mabel jabbed Pacifica in the side. The latter yelped but, before she could
counter attack, Mabel launched a barrage of pokes at her. Pacifica responded
with squeaks and protests until she managed to slid one hand up Mabel's side
and tickle her. The cheerful brunette burst into giggles and lost all her
strength. Pacifica grinned mischievously and invaded Mabel's side of the pickup
truck as she moved her other hand into the other armpit. Mabel threw her head
back and laughed uproariously. She did a tremendous effort to overcome her
laughter and slid a hand under Pacifica's blouse to tickle her belly.
"Ah! No, no—Bwahahaha!" Pacifica retreated to her side of the pickup truck.
Dipper glanced at the girls through the rear mirror and smiled. They seemed to
be having fun.
A tear of laughter rolled down Pacifica's cheek as she trashed around under the
brunette's tickling attack. Her legs involuntarily kicked Dipper's seat,
earning a growl from the boy, and her hand accidently landed on Mabel's breast.
Mabel inhaled sharply when her right breast was squeezed through the sweater
and she pulled away.
"You okay?" Pacifica was alarmed by her sudden reaction.
"Oh, Pacifica." She gave her a smile full of malice. "You don't know what you
have just done."
Mabel launched both hands to Pacifica's breasts and gave them a squeeze.
Pacifica yelped in surprise and pushed Mabel's hands away. The cheerful
brunette, however, quickly landed her hands again on Pacifica's breasts,
seizing a good hold and jiggling them from side to side. Pacifica angrily
slapped her hands off and didn't waste a second to grab Mabel's breasts in
revenge and do the same to her. Mabel yelped and tried to defend herself, but
Pacifica's hands were nimble and she began pinching her breasts through the
sweater.
More kicks landed on the back of Dipper's seat.
"Girls!" Dipper had to yell to get their attention. "Can you please stop doing
that!? I'm trying to drive here!"
It had also been two weeks for Dipper, and seeing Mabel playing with Pacifica's
breasts was proving to be dangerously distracting.
Mabel and Pacifica apologized and parted away.
Mildly upset at the privacy invasion, but entertained nonetheless, Pacifica
gave a happy sigh, removed her earphones and turned off her smartphone. She
glanced at Mabel and noticed how she had her face glued to the glass, no doubt
attempting to spot a red car to punch her. Pacifica however noticed something
else that absolutely needed to be addressed.
"Huh?" Mabel raised an eyebrow when Pacifica pulled her arm next to her own and
raised Mabel's sleeve up to the elbow to do a comparison.
Mabel's arm had the start of a nice tan, her skin having a yellowish-brown
color, whereas Pacifica was milky white.
"You have a tan!" Pacifica practically chirped in astonishment, and then added
rather disappointedly "And I'm just as pale as at the start of the summer."
"Yup." Mabel smiled with pride. "I've been sunbathing every weekend on the
Shack's roof after Soos closes and leaves to his house. That way I don't have
to worry about peeping Toms."
"I'm so jealous." Pacifica muttered and let go of her arm.
Dipper smirked in the front seat. Pacifica's complexion was very pale, just
like her hair was of a very light blond color, and Dipper was aware that the
poor girl had no chance of getting a tan earlier than someone like Mabel or
himself, whose complexion was slightly darker.
"Cheer up!" Mabel nudged her with the shoulder. "At least you don't have ugly
tan lines like I do."
"Hm. Didn't you say you were alone when sunbathing at the Shack? Can't you
just, like, free the twins?" Pacifica cupped her own breasts to make sure Mabel
knew what she was talking about.
"I wish." Mabel sighed tiredly. "I never said I was alone. Ever since I set
fire to the Shack by accident the last time I was there on my own, mom told
Soos not to let me stay there unsupervised, so Dipper has to tag along and…"
She did air quotes. "…he doesn't want to see his sister naked."
"Really?" Pacifica found it amusing. "Why not?"
"I don't know." Mabel shrugged.
Pacifica leaned forwards and tapped Dipper's shoulder.
"You have never seen Mabel naked?" She asked, more curiously than teasingly.
"What?" Dipper had zoned out of the conversation long ago.
"Mabel says you are the cause of her tan lines." Pacifica was puzzled. "I
thought siblings always ended up seeing each other naked at some point."
"Oh, I have seen Mabel naked before." Dipper rolled his eyes as he remembered
the day Mabel thought the invisible wizard in their closet had turned her
invisible too. "But we were like twelve."
"So, where's the issue?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow.
"We are older now."
"And I have boobs!" Mabel chirped happily.
"I just don't want to see my sister naked." Dipper shrugged and glanced at them
through the rear mirror. "Is it so weird? I don't think it's weird."
Pacifica stared at Mabel to see her opinion.
"Well, I actually saw Dipper coming out of the shower without a towel the other
day and yeah, it was awkward." Mabel held back her laughter as she remembered
how Dipper had shrieked and covered his groin. "But I didn't freak out or went
into Sweater Town or anything."
Pacifica turned to Dipper and pinched his shoulder.
"You're a show off." She teased.
"There weren't any towels left!" Dipper hissed. "Someone grabbed them all and
didn't replace them later!"
"Heh, weird." Mabel flushed slightly red and hoped Dipper never found out it
had actually been her by accident in her hurry to dry off the disaster her
project with water balloons had caused in the walls of her room.
"Oh." Clarity dawned on Pacifica and she smiled mischievously. "I know why you
don't want to see her naked! You're afraid of popping a boner at her!"
"No." Dipper shook his head and flushed.
"Haha, it's so that." Pacifica smiled smugly. "You're a terrible liar, Dork."
"Okay, Yes!" Dipper snapped. "It's that, and I don't want it to happen because
you'd laugh at me!"
"You can bet we'd laugh at you." Pacifica chuckled. "But that's all. It's not
the end of the world."
"Yeah." Mabel agreed. "It'd be embarrassing, but it's not like I'd go to town
later and show off about how I got a boner out of my brother." She giggled. "In
fact, I think it's sweet! It means you think I'm attractive, and that's a
compliment."
Pacifica knew Mabel had just struck a nerve with that, and she quickly looked
at Dipper to see his reaction. The boy groaned and palmed his face with one
hand. Pacifica leaned back on her seat and began giggling.
"Can we drop the topic?" Dipper asked.
"Sure." Mabel gave him her best smile. "Can I do topless then the next time
we're at the Shack?"
"No."
Mabel puffed out her cheeks and frowned at her brother. She looked at Pacifica
for another idea, but she replied with an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, but my parents are very strict about nudity in the pool."
"Oh, well." Mabel sighed in defeat. "Tan lines it is then."
They quieted down for a while. Mabel then leaned in between the front seats and
turned on the pickup truck radio. She changed frequencies until she found a
music station.
"Ohh! I love this song!" She began singing it. "C'mon, Paz-Paz! Sing it with
me!"
"No, thank you." Pacifica was pleased with a quiet trip, and if she needed any
music she would use her smartphone.
"C'mooooooooon." She nudged her shoulder and added in a singing fashion. "I
know you know the lyrics."
Mabel nudged her a few more times while grinning and singing, and Pacifica
ended up rolling her eyes and singing the song with her. After a while, she
soon felt cheered up and sang more enthusiastically. Mabel threw one arm over
her shoulders and both girls rocked from side to side on the seat as they sang.
Dipper smiled and decided it had been a good idea to bring Mabel with them. A
cheek was then pressed against his own all of a sudden. Mabel had leaned in
between the front seats again, and she wanted him to sing too.
"Mabel, I can't. I'm driving." Dipper protested.
Gentle pokes were added to the cheek rubbing. Dipper sighed and began singing
the song with them, and Mabel went back to rock from side to side with Pacifica
in the backseat. He also knew the lyrics after all.
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"Why have we stopped here again?" Pacifica checked the time in her smartphone.
It was 11am.
Dipper had stopped the pickup truck in the underground parking lot of a
shopping mall and they had entered the building. The mall was enormous, a
vertical mall with five stories and multiple elevators and escalators linking
the different levels of it. It was the biggest mall in the region, and it had
every store they could think of, from a food store to a wedding dresses store.
Mabel was practically bouncing, eager to check everything out, while Pacifica
wasn't impressed at all. The wealthy heiress had, after all, seen bigger.
"We didn't want to buy any supplies until we knew whether you were coming with
us or not." Dipper explained.
"So we're going shopping!" Mabel chirped happily. "Put this on." She pulled a
pair of sunglasses from her shoulder bag and forced them on Pacifica's face.
"Why?" Pacifica readjusted the sunglasses. They were aviator sunglasses with
dark blue tinted glasses.
"Because you're a celebrity, duh. We don't want the paparazzi to recognize you
in the mall and follow us to the camping site." Mabel attempted to rearrange
her hair into a ponytail.
"Mabel, don't be ridiculous." Pacifica stopped her hands and smoothed her hair
down. "I'm not that popular outside Gravity Falls."
That very moment, something Dipper called "The Mabel Effect" happened. It was a
rare event that tended to leave the boy dumbfounded, since it always proved his
sister right regardless of how ludicrous were what Mabel had said.
"Oh my gosh!" A pair of teen girls squeaked and scurried up to them. "You're
Pacifica Northwest!"
Pacifica gave them a confused look since she didn't recognize them, Mabel
looked at her with an 'I told you so' face, and Dipper snickered.
"I love your hair! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! When you won the Miss Gravity Falls
contest last year it was so deserved!" The girls stared at Pacifica in complete
admiration.
"Thanks." The heiress ran a hand through her hair to show it off. "It was an
easy competition."
"She was lucky I burned my hair by accident and Wendy didn't want to
participate." Mabel whispered to her brother.
"And you!" One girl turned to Mabel. "You're the girl that blew up a theater
during a sock puppet show four years ago! I saw you in the newspapers!"
"Yup! That's me!" Mabel puffed out her chest, proud as a peacock.
"And you…" The other girl turned to Dipper and the boy grinned, expecting some
admiration too. "…Can you take a picture of us?"
"Uh… Yeah, I guess." His grin turned into a lopsided smile.
Discovering old ruins, scaring away oversized bats and overall mystery solving
had never made him very popular.
One of the girls gave Dipper a smartphone and they posed with Mabel and
Pacifica for the photo. After Dipper took the picture, the girl quickly
snatched the phone out of Dipper's hands, had a look at the picture and began
squealing in delight. She showed her friend and she also began to squeal in
delight.
A quarter hour later, after getting countless of Pacifica's autographs for
several relatives and friends, the girls' phones began buzzing and they were
forced to stop showering the heiress in praises. Their parents were waiting in
the car to pick them up.
Pacifica's fake smile was replaced by a frown the moment the two noisy girls
left.
"Mabel, make me a ponytail and give me that sweater back." A very tired
Pacifica demanded. "Now!"
"Told you this would happen." Mabel put on a sly smile and began rearranging
the Pacifica's hair.
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"Let's see…" Dipper began crossing out items on his list. "We have the electric
lanterns, the airbeds, the plastic cutlery, the gas stove…" He checked inside
some of the bags he was carrying. "We need to buy food and then we're good to
go."
"Paz-Paz and I will do that." Mabel threw an arm over the Pacifica's shoulders.
"You go pack that in the pickup."
Dipper had refused out of chivalry to allow neither Pacifica nor Mabel to carry
any of the bags. They were so many he had to carry some hanging on his
shoulders and the rest in his hands. The boy grunted when lifting all of them
from the floor, but it wasn't anything we couldn't deal with.
Pacifica, on the other hand, was undergoing a serious internal battle. Between
the two weeks of abstinence she had endured, how Mabel had played with her
breasts earlier in the pickup, picturing Dipper coming out of the shower naked,
and now the show he was giving with his short sleeved flannel shirt exposing
his biceps bulging out at the effort of lifting the bags, Pacifica's hormones
and sexual drive were attempting to take over. Her imagination showed her a
possible scene where she accompanied Dipper to load the pickup truck, and then
he pushed her into the back seat, pulled her panties down to her ankles and
pounded her relentlessly from behind. The proud heiress bit her bottom lip and
pressed her thighs together when she felt herself getting wet. Her sexual
arousal had taken over.
"I'll help you take the bags to the pickup." Pacifica practically babbled.
"It's okay. I can do it alone." Dipper gave her a reassuring smile.
"I want to help." Pacifica took two steps forward and flushed red when she
rested her hand on his forearm and felt the pleasant prickles on her palm.
"Pacifica…" Dipper lowered his voice to a whisper. "I don't trust Mabel for
buying the food supplies. You know she'll only buy snacks!"
"I like snacks." Pacifica grumbled. She wasn't convinced.
"We're staying in the forest for a week." Dipper added in a playful tone. "You
should grab something you really like. Remember Mabel and I eat only peasant
food."
"Hmm… Fine." The wealthy heiress sighed and removed her hand from Dipper's
forearm.
"Alright. I'll come back here to help you with the bags when I'm done loading
these." Dipper turned to his sister. "Buy real food. It has to last us a week."
"If you can eat it then it's real food!" Mabel gave him a huge grin.
Dipper frowned and left as he thought that wasn't going to end well.
Mabel and Pacifica entered the mall's supermarket. The shop was large, with two
stories and a great variety of food sections, from something as cheap as candy
to something as expensive as shellfish. The two girls grabbed a shopping cart
and began putting into it whatever caught their attention, Mabel leading the
cart and Pacifica walking beside her.
Pacifica noticed Mabel was staring at her with a teasing permanent grin, and a
spark of anger surged in her.
"What?" Pacifica asked, mildly annoyed.
"Nothing." Mabel shrugged. "I just think it's hilarious how you lose it for
Dipper's arms." Her smile grew when Pacifica flustered. "I mean, he's not that
buffed."
"Hey, to each their own." Pacifica pushed a strand of hair off her face, a
gesture Mabel already knew very well. "I think Dipper's arms are very nice. And
manly."
"Really?" Mabel teased.
"Whatever." She rolled her eyes. "Speaking of buffed guys, how's Superman?"
When Pacifica had first met Mabel's boyfriend months ago, the nickname Superman
had come to her mind on the spot. The boy was dark haired, blue eyed, muscular
and, most amusing of all, he was named Clark and was from Kansas. Pacifica had
at first attempted to tease Mabel with the nickname, but the cheerful brunette
had liked it so much she had adopted it herself and used it frequently.
"I don't know." Mabel sighed. "He kinda broke up with me a week ago."
Pacifica facepalmed inwardly as she immediately remembered Dipper mentioning
that to her earlier in the day.
"Sorry."
"It's okay." Mabel smiled wryly. "It's not the first boy that breaks up with me
anyway."
"If it's any consolation," Pacifica rested a hand on Mabel's forearm. "I don't
think you two made a good couple. I mean, he is so quiet and you're so… um…
noisy? No offense."
"Hah, that was precisely the thing." Mabel drummed her fingers on the shopping
cart handlebar. "He said I'm too random for him to follow."
"Pfff. His loss." Pacifica waved her hand dismissively. "Really, Mabel, you're
the funniest person I've ever met. If he can't appreciate that, then he's not
worth it."
"Aw… Thanks, sis-sis!" Mabel chirped happily at the compliment and brought
Pacifica into a hug.
"Alright, alright." She chuckled and pushed her away. "You know I don't like
doing that in public places."
"I guess," Mabel smiled genuinely now. "that we weren't that good of a couple.
He didn't like candy, can you believe it? It's practically the only thing I
eat! Although, on the other hand… he's definitely the guy I have had the most
fun with." Mabel looked left and right to make sure they were alone and then
leaned closer to whisper. "He liked having quickies in weird places."
"How weird?" Pacifica smirked.
"Let's see…" Mabel stared at the ceiling thoughtfully as she began listing with
her fingers. "The pool supplies room, the forest, in your house during a party…
Don't ask me which room, I don't know. Your house is a maze. Oh! We did it
under his bed once."
"Really?" Pacifica stared at her completely puzzled. "Why under the bed instead
of on it?"
"Pfff. Don't ask." Mabel shook her head. "Not even I know why he wanted to do
it there."
"Okay, that's pretty weird." Pacifica agreed with a lopsided smile.
"Yeah. Oh, we also did it in Dipper's bed last Christmas." Mabel grinned
teasingly and nudged her with the elbow. "I mean, somebody has to do it there,
am I right?"
"Ha, ha." Pacifica laughed sarcastically. "Very funny."
The prideful heiress had never liked how Mabel poked fun at the fact that
Pacifica had lost her virginity barely over a month ago, in contrast with Mabel
who had dealt with it when she was 14.
"Now that you mention it," Pacifica counter attacked. "Have you ever wondered
why your bed sheets changed like two weeks ago?"
"Um…" Mabel tried to remember the day. "Dipper told me Waddles had sneaked into
the house and dragged mud to them." She looked at her quizzically. "Why?"
"Nothing in particular." She smirked, but laughed inwardly as she remember how
Dipper and her had cum on those particular bed sheets.
"Anyway." Mabel continued after a pause. "He was also taller than me, and it's
not easy to find a guy taller than you when you're this tall."
Mabel did the height comparison with Pacifica, and the brunette was half a head
taller than her. Pacifica shrugged and guessed boys didn't like to date girls
taller than them due to their easily hurt manliness pride.
"But, regardless, I think I'll stay single for a while." Mabel concluded with a
sigh. "I'm a little tired of breakups and I think I can use some rest. Besides,
even if I had lots of fun with him, there is also some stuff I definitely won't
miss."
Pacifica raised an eyebrow showing that she was curious, so Mabel continued
talking.
"When we were having… you know, sexyfuntimes, he treated me as if I were made a
glass. The thing is that I kind of like it a little rougher, but he insisted he
didn't want to hurt me by accident."
"He was definitely Superman." Pacifica burst into giggles.
Mabel nodded and smiled faintly. Her thing with Clark had come to an end and,
even though they hadn't ended on the best of terms, Mabel didn't regret the
relationship. She preferred to preserve her fond memories of it instead of
being resentful at the arguments and the breakup.
"You know," Pacifica added after a while. "I'm kinda where you were."
"Dipper wants to do it in weird places?" Mabel's eyes bulged out in disbelief.
Her brother had always been, after all, quite prude and nervous about his
nudity.
"No, no. Hah, I wish." Pacifica sighed. "I mean he treats me as if I were made
of glass too. Dipper is very nice but… sometimes I would like that he were…
bolder?"
"Like, more of a bad boy?"
"No. How to put it…" Pacifica tapped her chin thoughtfully, a gesture the twins
had rubbed off on her. "When we do it, it's always me who makes the first move.
It's me who decides when, where and how we do it, but I want him to do that
too! I want him to give me a surprise me by suggesting doing it in a weird
place, I want him to be assertive, and maybe… um…" She lowered her voice as she
flushed red. "I'd like him to dominate me. At least once, just to see how it
feels."
"Heh, wow." Mabel looked at Pacifica in a mixture of surprise and amusement. "I
always knew you would be into the domination thing, but I thought you'd be the
dom, not the sub."
"Shut up." Pacifica flushed even redder.
"Okay, want my advice?" Mabel threw an arm over her shoulders and pulled her
closer to whisper into her ear. "Remember Marco? He was very, very shy, so I
teased him until he couldn't hold back anymore and he ended up taking the first
step." She waggled her eyebrows playfully.
"Hm." Pacifica looked down at her clothes and smirked. "I think I can do that
just fine, and I also have an ace up my sleeve—Wait, Marco was a virgin?"
Mabel couldn't reply. Their shopping cart collided with another one. The pair
of boys responsible for the other shopping cart quickly apologized to the
girls.
They were boys their age, one a little taller than the other, both of them
brunet and dressed up in swimming trunks, t-shirts and sandals. They were
lanky, their hair was messy and their face had a permanent dumbfounded
expression which showed they weren't very bright, but their clothes were
clearly expensive and they very likely belonged to the middle-high class. The
boys gaped at them, and Pacifica feared someone else might have discovered she
was a celebrity. They however were gawking at them for a very different reason.
Mabel and Pacifica were two girls that had grown up together and so close to
each other despite their differences that one would assume they were sisters,
Mabel being the older sister for being taller. This made both of them very
happy since Mabel had always wanted to have a sister and Pacifica would have
loved to have a sibling, but the important thing is that they complimented each
other. Mabel always wore sweaters with vibrant colors that gave her a cute
look, whereas Pacifica wore fancy clothes that gave her a stylish look, making
both girls a very attractive duo. Even if Pacifica was wearing now a sweater
over her blouse, and Mabel was in a not-very-vibrant sweater, they were still
two young and very attractive girls with no apparent company, therefore the two
boys saw their opportunity and seized it.
"Hi. I'm Adman and he's Thomas. Sorry for hitting your cart." He nonchalantly
grabbed a chip bag from the girl's cart. "You girls going to a party?"
"I'm Pacifica and this is Mabel, and no we are not." The prideful heiress
disliked his how he had grabbed something that wasn't his, and snatched it back
from his hand to place it back into the cart.
"Could have fooled me with so many snacks." The other boy said smugly.
There was an awkward silence between them. The boys began nudging each other
discreetly and hissing through their teeth "You ask them!", "No, you ask them!"
so blatantly that Mabel and Pacifica raised an eyebrow at the same time. They
clearly permeated sexual desperation, and both girls felt automatically
appalled at them.
"So…" Adam continued. "We live nearby, and we thought you'd like to take a dip
in our pool. We're going to throw a party there today."
"Do we look like we're wearing swimsuits?" Pacifica looked at them with
disdain.
"I'm sure we can make an exception and let you swim in your underwear." Thomas
flushed red and then added arrogantly. "You should actually be thankful. We
have the only private pool in this little town, and we're inviting you to it."
The angry heiress was about to snap at them and remark how she probably had a
bigger pool in her manor, how they should be the ones being thankful of talking
to a celebrity like her, and then threat with suing their ugly mugs, but Mabel
held her back and gave her a 'Let me handle this' look. Pacifica nodded very
lightly and stepped back.
"My girlfriend and I would love to!" Mabel threw an arm over Pacifica's
shoulders and squeezed her.
Pacifica was as surprised as the boys, but she regained her composure quickly
and played along by grinning and nodding.
"Girlfriend-girlfriend?" Thomas was confused. "As in…?"
"Yeah, we're a couple." Mabel landed a peck on Pacifica's cheek. "Is there a
problem with that?"
"No, of course not!" Adam quickly added as he flushed even redder.
"I mean, we're gay too!" Thomas blurted out.
The boys shared a bewildered look for a second at what Thomas had said, but
then they continued smiling and nodding.
"Really?" Mabel faked a gasp of surprise. "That's great! Although my Pacifica
is very shy. She even hesitates to kiss in public. I'm more in the 'I shouldn't
feel embarrassed at my sexual preference' boat, am I right?"
"Yes. Absolutely." Their voices cracked as the classic male fantasy involving
two hot girls making out played in their heads.
"Well then." Mabel now smiled with malice. "You won't have a problem showing
her now that there's nothing wrong with it."
The boys paled. They stared at each other with a mixture of hesitation and
distress. One of them shook his head slightly, clearly against the idea, but
the other nodded just as lightly, willing to risk it, all while Mabel and
Pacifica laughed inwardly. Finally, very awkwardly, Adam and Thomas closed the
distance between them and kissed each other on the lips, only to pull apart
immediately with faces of pure disgust.
"Ewwww! When was the last time you washed your teeth!?"
"Dude! No tongue, damn it! Are you gay or what?"
As they began arguing and insulting each other, Mabel and Pacifica drove their
shopping cart away and laughed mockingly.
They finished grabbing the food supplies, passed through the cash register and
exited the supermarket the very moment Dipper came back.
"There you are." Dipper smiled. "Let's see what you bought."
Dipper opened the first bag and found nothing but chip bags. He glanced at his
sister and Mabel gave him her best smile. The boy rolled his eyes and decided
to allow it since in the second bag he had found actual food. Mabel and
Pacifica had brought bread, canned tuna, lunchmeat, eggs and other 'normal'
food. He however still had some complaints.
"Why did you buy ice cream?" Dipper picked up the ice cream cartoon. "This
won't stay frozen in the cooler."
"That's why we bought an ice bag too!" Mabel cheered and flourished an ice bag.
"Hmm." Dipper wasn't convinced the ice cream wouldn't melt by the next morning.
"Wait… Is this a cake?" He pulled a birthday cake out of a bag.
"Of course! We have to celebrate we're going camping, duh." Mabel shrugged.
Dipper glanced at Pacifica with a raised eyebrow.
"I thought it was a nice idea." She gave him a lopsided smile.
"Fine." Dipper sighed and, afraid of what he may find, he opened the last bag
and pulled out what was inside. "Okay, you went too far. You bought a
crayfish—?"
The boy yelped and left the crustacean back in the cart when it began wiggling
in his hands.
"You bought it alive?" He was astonished. "Mabel!"
"Hey!" Mabel was very offended. "That was actually Pacifica's idea!"
Dipper frowned at Pacifica and she returned a bewildered look.
"What? I eat lobster every Friday, and this was the closest thing they had."
The wealthy heiress shrugged.
"And where do you pretend to cook it in the middle of the forest?" Dipper
pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Oh, I can't cook." Pacifica turned to Mabel. "I thought she would do it."
"Nuh-huh. I'm not killing that poor thing!" Mabel grabbed the crayfish. "Look
at how cute it is! Doesn't it remind you of that lobster we had when we were
twelve?"
"Yes, and I didn't like that lobster." Dipper shuddered at the memories. "The
crayfish isn't coming with us. Let's return it and buy some soda. You girls
didn't even buy any water."
"I told you we were forgetting something!" Mabel shoved Pacifica.
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Having the pickup truck loaded and the food in the cooler, the three teens
decided to stay in the mall and have lunch in a fast food restaurant. After
that, Mabel and Pacifica didn't want to miss the opportunity of getting new
clothes and they were resolved in visiting every single store in the mall.
Pacifica bought some 'forest clothing' as she called it, which was essentially
sneakers and cargo pants since she had none, and ordered some fancy dresses
that had caught her eye to be delivered to the manor. Some stores raised an
eyebrow at her requests and hesitated but then the wealthy heiress pulled her
debit card out and they did whatever she asked. By contrast, Mabel bought only
knitting supplies and took note of the sweater designs that interested her to
reproduce them later. Dipper walked boringly behind the two girls, carrying
everything they were buying in his arms. The boy found the activity tedious
since fashion didn't interest him, and he was just waiting for them to grow
bored of it and finally leave.
Mabel separated from them, taking her bags with her and saying she needed to
visit the restroom and that they would meet later. Pacifica then dragged Dipper
into a luxurious dress store.
The store had a very diverse selection of dresses for all occasions: Slip
dresses, sheath dresses, flared dresses, lace dresses, gowns, cocktail dresses,
and even some wedding dresses.
Pacifica's eyes began sparkling the moment she set foot in the store, and that
made Dipper smile even though he was aware he was going to be there for a long
time doing nothing except nodding. Pacifica grabbed a few dresses and hurried
to the fitting rooms in the far corner of the store. Dipper found amusing there
were a few armchairs in front of the fitting rooms against a wall that read
'Reserved for Bored Boyfriends' and several arrows pointing at the armchairs.
Pacifica disappeared behind the curtains of a fitting room and Dipper claimed
one of the armchairs.
Dipper drummed his fingers on the armrest and had a look around the store. It
was completely empty aside from the store manager, a girl eyeing a magazine
behind the counter. Dipper checked his watch and noticed it was 2pm. It was too
early for anybody to be in the mall outside the restaurants. The boy sighed as
his idea of distracting himself by seeing what other people did vanished.
Pacifica came out of the fitting room wearing a strapless yellow dress with a
yellow circle skirt and yellow heels. Before Dipper could open his mouth, she
interrupted him.
"Too much yellow, right?"
Dipper nodded, and Pacifica disappeared behind the fitting room curtain. It
wasn't the first time he went shopping with her and, just as he had expected,
he was only going to nod for an hour.
The boy however was in for a surprise.
"Um… Dipper?" Pacifica poked her head around the curtain. "Come in here and
help me with the zipper."
Dipper eagerly stood up, glad to do something besides waiting and nodding. He
crossed the curtain and had a look around the fitting room. It was a square
room with a bench on one wall with clothes hooks above it and a mirror in the
wall perpendicular to the bench one and opposite to the curtain he had come
through. Pacifica was having trouble with the zipper on the back of the dress.
The sweater Mabel had lent her, her blouse, her skirt, and her bra, since it
was the kind of dress one wore without a bra, were resting on the bench. The
other dresses she had grabbed were on the clothes hooks.
"And… there you go." Dipper unstuck the zipper.
"Thanks. Wait, don't leave." Pacifica pushed him to sit down on the bench. "I
may need your help with another dress."
"O-okay."
Dipper's eyes blatantly stopped staring at her face and moved down to her chest
when Pacifica lowered her dress and freed her big, perky breasts, her nipples
already erected at the chill air from the air conditioner units in the store.
Dipper tried his best to keep his cool, but his mouth had already fallen open.
Pacifica, by contrast, behaved normally and took off the dress. She was wearing
lace purple panties, and Dipper's eyes abandoned her breasts to move even lower
as his face flushed red.
"Let's see…" Pacifica walked up to him, stood on her toes and examined the
dresses on the clothes hooks behind Dipper to see which one she was going to
try on now as she nonchalantly pressed her cleavage against his face.
Pacifica leaned closer to the red dress on the left, checked its price tag and
materials, and then did the same with the cyan dress on the right, lightly
hitting Dipper's face with her naked breasts in the process.
"Um… P-Pacifica…" Dipper had begun panting lightly. He could smell the lilacs
shampoo coming from her long blonde mane and the pleasant hormonal scent in her
skin, both of them overwhelmingly arousing him.
"Hold this for me." She cut him off and gave him the cyan dress.
Dipper gulped loudly when Pacifica turned around and bent over to grab some
matching shoes for the dress, pushing up her lace-cladded backside. The dizzy
boy felt his hands sweating. He left the dress beside him on the bench to avoid
staining it and then he twiddled his thumbs as he glanced nervously at the
curtain. The idea of somebody coming in and catching Pacifica half naked and
Dipper staring with a tomato red face was unsettling him. This was a public
place and, worst of all, they were minors. The half-naked blonde girl snapped
him out of his worried thoughts when she sat on his lap to remove her yellow
heels and earned a gasp from the boy. The sweet scent of her hair had increased
by a tenfold and her rear had squished his erection.
"Stop… teasing me…" Dipper managed to mumble in a cracked voice.
"It doesn't seem to me like you're having a bad time." Pacifica smirked at him
over her shoulder as she ground her butt against the bulge of his jeans and
made him moan lightly.
"Somebody could catch us." Dipper glanced worriedly at the curtain. There was a
whole mall behind it after all.
Pacifica turned around on his lap, straddling his hips, and cupped his face so
that he stared at her instead of at the curtain.
"I feel bold, and I wanna risk it." She stuck out her tongue, ran it along his
cheek to excite him, and then kissed him.
Dipper automatically wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her closer as
they deepened the kiss. It had been two weeks for him too, and he had missed
that. However, when they broke the kiss, he gave her an awkward smile.
"Okay, but I uh…" He broke the eye contact and flushed red in embarrassment. "I
didn't bring any condoms. They're in my bag back in the pickup."
Pacifica pressed her hands on his chest and feigned being upset for a second
just to scare her boyfriend. She giggled inwardly when Dipper flustered and
cowered back, and then she decided it was time to use the ace up her sleeve.
"What makes you think you need them?" She smiled smugly as she unfastened his
belt and played with it.
"Oh! We're doing that?" Dipper gave her the dorky smile he always put on when
oral sex was involved.
"No, Dork." She pecked him; she loved that smile. "I went to the gynecologist
and got an IUD in these two weeks we couldn't see each other."
"A… what?" Dipper didn't know the term.
"I'm on birth control." She clarified.
"Oh."
It took a few seconds for Dipper's brain to process the information; most of
his blood was too busy pooling into his groin and cheeks but, when it did, his
eyes bulged out in shock.
"So… I can…?"
"You can cum inside me all you want, as long as you earn it." Pacifica gave him
a challenging smile. "Now, do you feel bold?"
Dipper didn't reply. Instead, he smacked his lips against hers and kissed her
passionately. Pacifica smiled inwardly when she realized her idea was working.
She had noticed in the previous times they had done it how Dipper behaved more
vigorously when they had unprotected sex, and she had guessed Dipper may had an
unsatisfied creampie fetish since he always had to pull out. Pacifica was glad
she had apparently found the way to push his buttons correctly to get her
rougher experience. However, this also turned the tides around for her when
Dipper stole the lead.
Before she could realize it, Dipper had already stood up and pushed her against
the wall. His lips moved down to her neck and his hands roamed through her body
until one began petting the front side of her lace panties. The prideful
heiress had been waiting that for so long she couldn't help but release a needy
whimper and give desperate tugs at the front of his flannel shirt in an attempt
for Dipper to slide his hand into her panties and make her cum.
"Shh!" Dipper stopped fondling her and covered her mouth with his hand.
"Princess! We're in a store, remember? We have to be stealthy!" He released her
mouth slowly.
"I-I'll do my best." She panted.
Her pride demanded Pacifica to keep her composure; she didn't want Dipper to
find out how desperate she was but, even though the pleasant fondling of her
groin had stopped, she had found the dominant act of Dipper covering her mouth
with his hand so arousing her vaginal walls had given a twitch of excitement.
Pacifica racked her brains for a way of getting him to do that again without
humiliating herself while Dipper resumed petting her through the panties.
"My gosh, I can feel you melting through the lace." Dipper smirked teasingly.
"When was the last time you—?"
"That's none of your business." Pacifica glared at him and flushed red.
"Uh-huh." Dipper pressed her clitoris through the panties.
A sudden jolt of pleasure surged in her groin, which caused Pacifica's knees to
wobble and got a squeak out of her. Dipper quickly kept her from falling down
by pinning her against the wall with his body, one hand covering her mouth to
muffle her squeak and the other teasing the area around her burning up clitoris
very, very slowly.
"The noisier you are, the slower I move my fingers." Dipper whispered into her
ear. "Got it?"
Pacifica didn't know whether Dipper was playing a game or he was just worried
about getting caught, but she didn't care: His hand was again covering her
mouth and she felt as if her vulva had caught fire. Pacifica nodded very
lightly and bit her bottom lip to restrain her moans.
The boy moved his fingers down to the sodden base of her panties and pressed
gently her vaginal entrance. Pacifica closed her eyes and pushed her hips
forwards to give him a better access. Dipper then moved his teasing back to her
clitoris and rubbed it lightly, his fingers darting over it after every few
lazy circles. It soon became too much for the horny blonde, and she began
giving breathy moans against his hand. As a result, Dipper moved his fingers
back to the base of her panties to rub her slit up and down, leaving her
practically screaming clitoris unattended. Pacifica's eyes bulged out and she
attempted to grab Dipper's hand and redirect it back to her demanding clit, but
he held her in place with it.
"Be quiet or you're not cumming." He warned her.
Pacifica clenched her teeth together and nodded again. The sweet, delightful
torture was nearing her to the edge of pleasure, but her noisy orgasms
prevented Dipper from effectively throwing her over it, leaving Pacifica with
quite the conundrum. Dipper palmed her vulva and slowly rubbed it up and down.
As he sped his hand up, Pacifica's eyes rolled progressively back in her head
and she struggled not to voice the quickly building up tension in her groin.
Pacifica felt her orgasm nearing. She felt a pleasant prickling in her skin,
and a sweet taste in her mouth. Her hips rolled against Dipper's hand in a
half-conscious desire, and she held her breath in an attempt to hold back her
incoming shriek of pleasure and release.
Dipper retrieved his hand and earned a whining protest from Pacifica as she
felt her almost achieved orgasm quickly fading away.
"Quiet." He whispered as he pulled her head to one side with the hand covering
her mouth and then he landed his lips on her exposed neck.
The hand covering her mouth muffled a shuddering sigh, and then a yelp when
Dipper shoved his other hand into her panties. He stopped on her mound for a
second, feeling there was something different down there, but then he quickly
resumed what he was doing and pushed his middle and ring fingers inside her.
Dipper didn't give Pacifica any time to catch her breath and he moved his hand
fervently from side to side, rubbing her clitoris with his palm and stimulating
her vaginal walls with the fingers inside her as he felt her wet excitement
dripping around his hand and through her panties to slide down her thighs to
the floor. Pacifica gave breathy moan after breathy moan but, luckily for her,
or unluckily since the situation of being denied to cum had turned her on
beyond measure, Dipper wasn't a cruel boy and he thought back against stopping
to scold her this time. He instead tightened the grip on her mouth and rushed
her orgasm by moving the kissing on her neck up to her ear and biting down
gently on the earlobe.
Her climax hit Pacifica immediately afterwards, making her stand on her toes
when her hips jerked up in response. She instinctively closed her thighs around
Dipper's hand to keep his hard fingers inside and stop the abuse of her
oversensitive clitoris, and she gave a series of muffled squeaks against his
other hand as her body twitched violently and her knees quivered, threatening
to drop her to the floor. Her mouth still covered, Pacifica breathed hard
through her nose, completely out of breath after the long awaited orgasm.
Dipper released her mouth, pulled his other hand out of her panties and looked
at it with a grin. The horny blonde had cum so hard there was a lump of cream
in between his fingers. He gave her a sultry look and sucked his fingers clean,
earning a flush and a weak giggle from Pacifica.
"I really needed that." She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "And
I like it when you're assertive."
"Thanks." Dipper smiled awkwardly. "Why do you say that though?"
"You pinned me to the wall and told me to shut up or I wouldn't get to cum."
Pacifica raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were being assertive."
"I was trying to keep us from getting caught." Dipper glanced at the curtain
and pulled the sides of it against the wall just in case somebody from outside
spotted them through the gap.
"Whatever, Dork." She rolled her eyes. "Point is that I liked it, so do it more
often."
"Um…" Dipper wasn't even sure what he had done. "I'll try. Round two then?" He
gave her breast a quick squeeze and then moved his hand down to the front side
of her panties as he smirked. "I noticed you left this unattended."
"Of course not. Who do you think I am?" She snapped, very offended at the
assumption. "Have a better look."
Dipper gave her a confused look. When he had shoved his hand into her panties
earlier, he had felt how Pacifica had let her pubic hair grow. The boy knelt
down, his face at the height of her groin, and pulled her panties down to her
ankles. His face lit up in complete surprise when he realized Pacifica had
indeed let her pubic hair grow, but she had also trimmed it into the shape of a
blond pine tree.
"Is that for me?" He grinned from ear to ear.
"No, it's my way of speaking against deforestation." Pacifica replied
sarcastically. "Of course it's for you, you idiot."
"Well, I uh… Thanks?" Dipper stood up and rubbed the back of his head
awkwardly. He had never expected to receive a gift like that. "I also did
something similar for you."
Pacifica raised both eyebrows in surprise, and grinned as she forced Dipper's
pants down despite his protests. Dipper's penis sprung loose and she gasped. He
hadn't trimmed his pubic hair into any shape; he had simply shaved it entirely.
Dipper's groin was hairless.
"Oh my gosh…" The bold heiress petted the area around the base of his penis,
earning a twitch from it and a shudder from Dipper. "It's so smooth now! And I
have to say everything looks bigger."
"I know, right?" He giggled as he stood out of his pants and boxers.
"Well," She gave his shaft a few pumps. "what do you want to do now?"
"You're letting me choose?" Dipper couldn't believe it. Pacifica had always
been, after all, the dominant part of their relationship when it came to the
sex.
"Yes, and do so before I change my mind." She rolled her eyes tiredly and
crossed her arms below her breasts, pushing them up. "But the shirt goes off
first."
Dipper didn't have to be told twice. He hurriedly took off his flannel shirt
and then stared at her for a few seconds. They were completely naked, it had
been two weeks, and there was something Dipper had specially missed. Without
wasting any more time, he drew his mouth to her right breast and sucked on the
nipple. Pacifica gasped and replied to the jolts of joy that traveled through
her breast by running her hands through his mess of hair and pulling him
against her ample breast. Dipper moved to the other breasts and sucked a little
harder, wondering if he would get her to lactate, as his other hand took care
of the already aroused breast by grabbing it and trapping the nipple in between
his index and middle fingers. He eventually gave up on his breastfeeding
curiosity and pulled his head back, pressing her two big pale breasts together
only to pull his head back in between them and move his from side to side as he
made a 'BRRRRR' sound with his mouth.
"Haha, don't do that!" Pacifica giggled at his motorboating and pushed his head
away from her breasts.
The boy chuckled, stood up to give her a quick peck on the lips, and then he
knelt down to have his face at the level of her groin. He pressed his hands on
her thighs to spread her legs open, and stared at her vulva in awe. Pacifica
was dripping wet, some of the results of her wet excitement already rolling
down her inner thighs, and her clitoris was so aroused it was poking out of its
hood. Pacifica realized Dipper was noticing how sexually desperate she was, and
she swayed from feet to feet nervously. She didn't want to admit she still
couldn't masturbate properly and she really, really needed his help to release
sexual tension. Dipper saw her bashed face and calmed her by landing a quick
peck on her swollen clit.
"Wow." Dipper pressed his nose against her pine tree shaped pubic hair and
inhaled deeply as his penis twitched violently. "Oh my gosh, princess. Don't
you ever shave this! You smell delicious!" He praised the musky scent that had
ended up attached to the proof that she was a real blonde.
"Where do you think I got the idea from?" She gave him a lopsided smile. "But I
guess I can't do that with you anymore since you shaved."
"Okay. My bad." He apologized. "Let me make it up to you."
Dipper spread her nether lips open and ran his tongue from his vaginal entrance
to her clitoris. Pacifica had to close her eyes, throw her head back and muffle
with her forearm a shuddering moan. Her legs began quivering in excitement and
made it difficult for Dipper to continue his cunnilingus, so he reached under
her knees and pulled her thighs on his shoulders. Pacifica gasped and bent
forwards to hold onto his hair when Dipper stood up and raised her in the air
on his shoulders. He pressed her butt against the wall to share some of the
weight, and then proceeded to eat her out mercilessly, his tongue ravaging her
vulva and licking it clean of any remaining whitish lumps from her previous
orgasm.
As his tongue darted over and over her clit, Pacifica raised one hand to grab
her breast and she gave little held back moans. She leaned back to push her
vulva further into Dipper's mouth, but yelped when her back didn't find any
wall to lean against. The naked blonde opened her eyes and looked around
herself realizing that, from the chest up, her body was poking over the walls
of the fitting room and anybody in the clothing store could see her breasts.
"Dipper, Dipper!" Pacifica freaked out, even though the store was just as empty
as before and the manager was still nose deep into her magazine.
Dipper misunderstood his own name by 'deeper', and he squeezed her butt harder
as he attempted to push his tongue as deep inside her as he could.
"No—Ahhh, gosh yes…" Pacifica pressed a hand on the top of the fitting room
wall to keep her balance. She was nearing orgasm again, but she was also in
plain view.
The wealthy heiress, afraid of being a scandal in the news, flicked her finger
hard against Dipper's forehead.
"Ouch!" Dipper pulled his head back and looked at Pacifica. "What the—"
"Lower me down, you idiot, before everyone sees me!" She practically shrieked.
Dipper's eyes widened as saucers the moment he realized the situation and
lowered her down by sliding her back down the wall. Pacifica however wrapped
her legs around his waist before they touched the floor, forcing Dipper to bend
his knees slightly, move his hands under her backside and press her against the
wall to support her, which earned a confused look from the boy, but this is
exactly what she wanted.
Pacifica was so aroused she just couldn't wait any other second, and this
position was her solution. The sense of urgency of dropping their clothes and
doing it against the wall in a public place, all while being dominated by
Dipper had become a huge turn-on for the blonde girl. She wanted him to feel
powerful while he pinned her against the wall, to feel in complete control of
the pace and depth as he trusted into her, and at the same time she wanted to
feel vulnerable and have her movement restricted, she wanted to be the
submissive half for once.
"Are you comfortable?" Dipper interrupted her train of thought as he made sure
the most important person in his world was safe from falling to the floor.
"Gosh, yes." She practically panted in anticipation and threw her arms around
his shoulders. "Put it in."
Being unable to manually adjust his penis into the right angle, the boy poked
blindly with the tip of his penis around her vulva until he was perfectly
aligned to pierce into her. Pacifica bit her bottom lip; she had felt him
throbbing and oozing precum during the poking, and now she felt the hot squishy
head of his penis stretching her vaginal entrance to fit inside, and she
couldn't help but inhale and roll her eyes back in her head as it reminded her
of all times she had experienced that wonderful sensation before. Only part of
the head got inside her before Dipper stopped.
"Wait." Dipper pulled out. "You didn't just say that earlier to turn me on, did
you? You are on birth control, right?"
"Please, just put it in already." Pacifica whined.
"Princess, this is serious." Dipper frowned at her. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, Dork." Pacifica rolled her eyes and smiled at him. "I wouldn't lie to
you. You can put it in. Hurry up."
Visibly more relaxed, Dipper pressed the tip of his penis against her vaginal
entrance, and then kissed her as he pushed the rest of it inside her. Pacifica
moved one hand to stroke his cheek, break the kiss, and release a sigh of
fulfillment once she felt filled up by his penis. She stroked his back with her
other hand, pressing her fingernails lightly on the skin in her anticipation
for him to begin moving.
The boy however was having some difficulties. It was the first time they were
doing this position in particular, and he was a little afraid of dropping her
by mistake. Pacifica bent back and pinched his bulging out biceps to show her
appreciation for his strength, and smiled to let him know she trusted him. The
small confidence boost was enough and, after a small period of adaptation and
some tentative thrusts, Dipper got a slow and clumsy pace that improved after
every thrust.
The busty blonde rewarded him by arching her back, putting one hand behind his
neck and pulling his face towards her breasts; she knew how much he loved them.
Dipper joyfully rubbed his face from side to side and tried to apply his tongue
all over them without losing the pace of his thrusting. Pacifica felt sweat
drops rolling down his forehead and onto her breasts, but she didn't mind. She
didn't feel disgusted at it, but quite the opposite. Dipper was giving his
everything to her, and she repaid his dedication by tightening her thighs every
time he thrust back inside her, narrowing her vaginal canal and giving him a
pleasurable friction. Dipper was soon giving low moans.
"Quiet, Dork." She scolded him teasingly. "You're going to get us caught!"
Dipper giggled and pulled his head away from her breasts. Pacifica smiled
mischievously then and cupped her breasts, tweaking and rubbing her hardened
nipples to tease him, since he couldn't do that himself; Dipper's hands were
too busy supporting her backside, and he answered to her teasing by giving her
buttcheeks a hard squeeze.
The boy began panting somewhat raggedly in exertion. His arms were getting a
little tired and Pacifica weighted quite a bit. Pacifica loved that he
attempted to show off his musculature by supporting her whole weight in his
arms, but she also wanted to cum without an interruption. The busty blonde
reached behind herself and grasped the top of the fitting room wall, somewhat
relieving Dipper's arms and adding some strength of her own to his thrusts by
plunging herself up and down on the shaft. Dipper had to gasp, a greater amount
of his brainpower now allowed to focus on his own pleasure, and he began aiding
Pacifica's movement with the hands on her butt, filling the fitting room with
the sound of skin smacking against skin. He began giving silly moans as he
neared closer and closer to orgasm. Pacifica, mischievous as she was, decided
to cheat by getting his attention and giving him one of her smug smirks. She
knew how that aroused him, and hoped that would throw him over the edge.
However, when Dipper raised his gaze, Pacifica's plan immediately failed
terribly.
As close to orgasm as Dipper was, his face was a combination of a flushed red
awkward expression and a nervous smile. Pacifica frowned for a second; she
loved that dorky look in her boyfriend, and then she couldn't continue smirking
at him with superiority because her intentions had backfired and her vagina was
melting around his penis. Her vaginal entrance became all of a sudden overly
sensitive and the joyful feeling of being skin against skin without any condom
threw her over the edge as her orgasm hit her. Pacifica gave a little shriek
and let go of the fitting room wall, throwing her arms around her boyfriend's
neck and tightening the grip of her legs around his waist.
Dipper grunted at the sudden extra weight in his arms and pinned her against
the fitting room wall. He continued pounding her hard, her suddenly tight and
quivering vaginal walls drawing closer his dream of ejaculating into the girl
he loved and filling her up with his seed. The walls of the fitting room shook
slightly, Pacifica gave squeak after squeak and dug her fingernails into his
back, drawing a little bit of blood since Dipper wasn't letting her orgasm
fade, and her vaginal walls were like fireworks every time his penis slid in
and out and poured more precum on them. Even Pacifica's phone beeped when a
text message came in, all the same time. It was as if the universe wanted them
to make too much noise and get caught, but Dipper didn't care anymore. He was
not about to stop now. He kissed her to muffle her squeaks and ignored the
rest.
A small burning sensation starting in the head of his penis and travelling down
the shaft deep into his groin told him he was a few thrusts away from
ejaculation. A small tickling in his balls told him it was going to be a big
load. A pleasant yet painful prickle inside his groin agreed with the amount of
semen that was about to be released inside the blonde. A squeeze in his
shoulder however told him to stop. Dipper hesitated; maybe it had been
unintentional, but a second harder squeeze confirmed the first one and Dipper
stopped pounding into her and glanced at Pacifica worriedly to see what was
wrong.
"D-Dipper I—Uff." The post-orgasm blonde girl panted heavily. "I c-can't go on,
give me a second."
Dipper smiled warmly and giggled at her.
"You got too sensitive?" He teased.
Pacifica nodded and Dipper let go of one of her legs so that she stood on it.
They hugged, her hips still bucking on Dipper's erection, and Pacifica sighed
happily and kissed his cheek to thank his patience. Usually when she got too
sensitive Dipper would pull it out and let her rest while masturbating slowly
to tease her, but he was this time leaving it in on purpose. He clearly wanted
to cum inside her. The wealthy blonde however pondered about it, and reached a
conclusion. She was curious about how it would feel to have Dipper ejaculating
inside her but, at the same time, she was aware a creampie was what was making
Dipper assertive. Pacifica was not about to let go of that card.
"Let me go." She asked.
"What?"
Pacifica wiggled her other foot free and shoved Dipper on the chest. The boy
stumbled backwards, his freed penis dripping a mixture of his precum and her
fluids all over the floor, and he fell on his butt on the bench. Before he
could even protest, Pacifica knelt down before him, put his penis in her mouth
and began bobbing her head up and down as fast as she could. Dipper's hands
moved on their own to grasp on her hair, and he bit his bottom lip to muffle
his moaning. Pacifica was quickly done cleaning her juices from his shaft, and
now she was mercilessly flicking her tongue against his cockhole as one hand
stroked his shaft fervently and the other cupped his balls hard.
The poor boy couldn't resist that for more than a couple seconds and he groaned
as Pacifica felt the sticky salty texture showering her tongue, some of it
striking with force the back of her throat, some of it hitting the roof of her
mouth, the rest pouring on her tongue and pooling in the sides of her mouth
until her cheeks puffed out. She couldn't help but give a shuddering moan at
the almost forgotten taste, she could even swear she could smell it from her
mouth, and then she kept stroking Dipper until he was dry. Pacifica sucked on
the cockhole one last time and then pulled back to give him a tight-lipped
smirk with puffed out cheeks. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to
show Dipper, but he had overflowed her mouth with so much cum that some of it
slipped out and dripped onto the floor the moment she opened her mouth and she
reflexively closed it immediately afterwards and gave a snicker before
swallowing it all in three full gulps.
Dipper giggled tiredly at how silly she looked, but then his reason overcame
his afterglow and he frowned at her.
"I thought you said I could cum inside you." He narrowed his eyes at her.
"I also said you had to earn it, didn't I?" She smiled with malice.
"You tricked me." He felt offended.
"I'm bad, remember?" She smirked and gave his still erected penis a few pumps.
Dipper wasn't convinced and kept frowning at her.
"C'mon." She rolled her eyes. "I didn't trick you. I really meant it: I'm on
birth control, but you have to earn cumming inside me. See this like game where
if you satisfy me enough I'll give you the reward of letting you finish inside
me."
"And what do you want then?"
"Well…" Pacifica pondered for a second if she should tell him she wanted a
rougher experience where Dipper dominated her, but her doubt was resolved
quickly. "I can't tell you it all. Where is the fun in that? You have to find
it on your own, but I can tell you I like it when you're creative and more
assertive."
"Hm." On one hand, Dipper was upset, but on the other he could appreciate a
game with her. "Okay, fine. But I didn't like this one bit."
"Yes you did. Look at how red your Big Dipper is." Pacifica chuckled smugly
licked clean the last drop of semen that had oozed out of the orifice in his
glans. "Mmmmmm. Adding more water to your diet was a nice idea, Dork. Your
Dippingsauce doesn't taste so awfully salty anymore. Now if we could make it
taste like chocolate instead…" Her eyes widened and she looked at Dipper
excitedly. "Do you have anything in your Journals for doing that?"
"Um…" Dipper scratched his cheek. "I don't think so, and I'd lose a lot of
respect for my Great Uncle if there were something like that in his research."
"Whatever." Pacifica sighed and stood up. "See? Doing it in a public place
wasn't so bad after all. Except for this." She showed him the dress on the
floor which had been stained lightly by the mixture of his precum and her
fluids.
"Whoops." Dipper giggled. "I hope you didn't like that one."
"Nah, I didn't like any." Pacifica waved her hand dismissively. "They don't
have purple dresses here, for whatever reason."
"I don't think we should ever come back here though." Dipper grabbed the
stained dress and examined it. It was very clear those were sexual fluids.
"Definitely never."
"Agreed." Pacifica grabbed her phone and had a look at the text message. It was
from Mabel, and it gave her an idea. "Oh, and I know where we can go now."
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"Are you crazy?" Dipper held her by the forearm. "We can't get in there!"
"Why not?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow at him.
"Because we're 16!" He released her forearm and spread his arms wide due to how
obvious his point was.
"Mabel said she entered just fine." Pacifica shrugged. "She also said they
don't ask for your age unless you buy porn movies, because of laws and all
that. And I think we pass off as 18 just fine."
Dipper and Pacifica, advised by the text message Mabel had sent them earlier,
they had gone visit the sex shop in the mall and they were now in front of its
door. Dipper thought it was a horrible idea; he didn't even know why visit a
store he wasn't going to buy anything in, but Pacifica was absolutely curious.
It was one of the few places in a mall she had never been to before, and she
wasn't about to miss the chance.
"Look, I'm going in whether you like it or not." Pacifica adjusted her
sunglasses and the sweater Mabel had lent her in a determined way. "You can
wait for me here if you want."
Pacifica turned around sharply, making sure the end of her long blond mane
brushed Dipper lightly, and then she entered the shop.
"Darn it…" Dipper sighed after a while. "Why am I doing this with how happy I
was alone in my house reading my Journal…?" He shook his head and followed her
inside.
The shop surprised both of them positively. Dipper and Pacifica had imagined a
similar concept where the shop resembled a dungeon with full body suits,
chains, and other bondage gear, but they were pleasantly surprised to find it
was more like a toy store. It was discreet, small and rectangular, with the
walls painted in a light pink and the floor of a light wooden color. Every wall
except the one where the cashier counter was had shelves with items on them,
and in the middle of the store there was a small display. The store manager was
leaning on the counter eyeing a magazine and chewing bubble gum. It was a dark
haired girl with a ring on the left side of her nose.
"Okay," Dipper looked around himself to make sure they were alone in the store.
"We have a quick look around and then we leave."
"I want to buy something." Pacifica looked amusedly at a t-shirt with some Kama
Sutra postures drawn on the front and back of it. "And you have to buy
something too."
"But—"
"You aren't sounding very creative or assertive right now." She smirked moved
to examine another shelf.
Dipper frowned and grumbled under his breath.
"Fine, but we buy only one thing." He stopped Pacifica before she grabbed a
tease feather tickler from a counter. "Not that, though."
"How about this then?" She showed him a pack of phosphorescent condoms.
"I didn't know they made these." The boy chuckled at the idea and read the
backside of the box. "I thought we would do it raw though."
"Mhm." The prideful heiress didn't like it when her ideas were unwelcomed. "How
about we do this: I pick a gift for you and you pick one for me, but we keep it
a secret for each other. It has to be a surprise."
Dipper nodded and went to the other side of the store. He spied on Pacifica
discreetly from the corner of his eye, but the blond girl was too smart to fall
for it and she blatantly glared at him for even trying. Dipper flustered and
turned his back at her as he examined the shop. The boy initially thought of
purchasing a book; there were several books about erogenous zones, techniques
and postures, but Dipper thought back since it was a gift for Pacifica, not for
himself.
Something caught his eye then. It was a box with two lube tubes inside, one was
a cooling lube and the other a warming lube. He pondered about it for a second,
and then decided it would be a nice gift. Dipper made sure Pacifica wasn't
looking at him, grabbed the lube pack and walked up to the counter to ask the
manager.
"Hi, um…" Dipper flushed red and showed her the lube pack. "Can you tell me
about this?" He then leaned closer and whispered. "It's for that girl. She has
a very delicate skin."
The cashier girl looked over Dipper's shoulder and saw a blond girl with a
blond ponytail, sunglasses and a sweater examining an electric dildo. Pacifica
grabbed the dildo, pressed the button on the base and then yelped when the
dildo began buzzing and almost slipped from her hands. She turned it off and
left it back on the shelf as she blushed and fixed her hair to hide her
embarrassment. The cashier girl raised an eyebrow, smiled faintly at the
clearly novice in sex toys, and then turned to Dipper.
"Sure." She grabbed the lube pack and had a look at it. "Is it your first time
using one of these?"
The boy nodded.
"These are water based lubes, which means they can be used with latex condoms
and are also easy to wash off." She explained as she opened the box and showed
him the two bottles with pump dispensers, the warming lube was orange and the
cooling one was cyan. "They are also edible, of course."
Dipper flustered at the idea and picked up the cooling lube.
"Hm." He narrowed his eyes as he read the side of the bottle. "Here it says
this lube is 'For her', and I see the other reads 'For him'. Does that mean I
shouldn't use this one?"
"Oh, no. That's just a marketing strategy to attract couples. You can use
whichever you like. For example," She grabbed the warming lube. "I myself
prefer to use this one even though it reads 'For him'."
"That's… reassuring." Dipper rubbed the back of his head nervously. He didn't
feel very comfortable talking about sexual themes with another girl that wasn't
Pacifica. "Are they very strong?"
"Well, that varies from person to person." The girl smirked at the memories. "I
wouldn't use the warming lube on parts like the scrotum unless you are certain
your skin can take it. It's safer to apply it on the belly, thighs, neck and
other areas not as sensitive. Regardless though, it's still a great
experience."
Dipper gave a lopsided smile as he remembered the day Pacifica had tried to
help Mabel with some carpentry work and her hands had ended up full of
scratches and rashes simply because of the friction between her delicate palm
and the wooden handle of the hammer.
"If you're not convinced, we have other lubes like flavor lubes." The cashier
girl added after noticing Dipper's face and showed him a catalogue of the lubes
in stock.
"What does this one do?" Dipper failed to see the point of a flavor lube since
they could just use real food instead, and pointed at a pink lube with no
flavor label attached.
"That one is for conceiving."
"Oh." Dipper flushed terribly. "Well, uh… We can rule that one out."
"Does she have any allergies?"
"No, Paci—" Dipper's eyes widened as saucers for a second. "I mean, she doesn't
have any allergies."
The cashier girl raised an eyebrow at his reaction and then narrowed her eyes
at the wealthy heiress. She had been suspecting for a while she had a celebrity
in her store, but she still couldn't tell who the blond girl was.
"Hmm… Her face reminds me of someone."
"No, no, she isn't a celebrity or anything." Dipper quickly declined the idea
with his hands. "We're just normal tourists and pretty unknown."
The girl raised an eyebrow at him since he was terrible at lying.
"Um… I think I'll take the warming and cooling lubes pack." He quickly changed
topics. "Can you put it in gift wrap paper so that she doesn't see it?"
A minute later Dipper had the gift wrapped and he was ready to go. He walked up
to Pacifica and tapped her shoulder.
"Did you find something yet?"
"Huh?" Pacifica looked at him over her shoulder and smirked at the small box he
had in his hand. "That's all? Mine is way bigger."
As the blond girl turned around, Dipper's eyes bulged out. She was wearing a
black strap on over her skirt so big it made Dipper feel self-conscious about
his own penis size.
"If you buy that I'm sleeping in Mabel's tent." Dipper warned her very
seriously.
"Relax, Dork." She chuckled and removed the strap on. "I'm just messing with
you. Wait for me outside. I already know what I'm buying for you."
Dipper gave her a few suspicious glances and then left the shop. Pacifica
walked up to the counter and talked to the cashier girl.
"Can I pay you to tell me what he purchased?" She asked nonchalantly.
"Um…" The cashier girl wasn't even sure the question was serious. "Sorry, but I
don't think I can do that."
"Alright then." Pacifica shrugged and looked smugly at the toys on the shelf
behind the cashier girl. "I'll take the pink puffy handcuffs."
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Pacifica grumbled and checked the time in her phone again. They had accorded to
meet with Mabel in the elevators to go down to the parking and leave the mall,
but Mabel was 5 minutes late already.
"How about we leave her here and pick her up on the way back?" Pacifica joked,
but Dipper glared at her. "Don't look at me like that. You know it was a joke."
"Mabel gets a little offended at those jokes." Dipper explained. "And I don't
like them either. There she is."
Mabel was walking towards them with a grin from ear to ear, and twice as many
bags as the last time they had seen her.
"Oh, oh! Pacifica, check this out! I got us matching footed pajamas!" Mabel
chirped when she reached them, and she pulled out the pajamas from a bag.
The footed pajamas were magenta and purple, one for Mabel and the other for
Pacifica respectively, and they had a pattern of drawings across the chest. The
pajamas had a zipper on the chest to put them on, and a drop seat on the
backside.
"They also have these little things on the butt in case nature calls in the
middle of the night." Mabel found the dropseat amusing.
Pacifica examined the purple footed pajamas and placed them over her chest to
see whether they were her size. She was used to wear a silk gown for sleeping,
and she welcomed the chance of trying something different.
"Thanks, but I didn't buy you anything though." Pacifica gave her an apologetic
smile.
"Bah, don't worry." Mabel waved her hand dismissively. "I bought yours a little
bigger than mines though, because you have to fit these bombs somewhere." She
giggled as she gave Pacifica's breast two quick squeezes and made a Beep-Boop
sound.
"Don't do that in public." Pacifica slapped her hands off her breasts and,
before Mabel opened her mouth, she added "And no, this doesn't mean you can do
it in private."
"Aw, you're no fun." Mabel rolled her eyes. "I also got Dipper this."
Dipper smiled as he expected another pair of footed pajamas but blue instead.
He however had to frown when Mabel pulled out a pair of leopard swimming
briefs. Pacifica snickered in the background.
"Well, thanks but… why?" Dipper narrowed his eyes at his sister.
"Isn't it obvious? You have to show off that hot bod of yours!" Mabel poked him
on the chest. "Where we are going there's a river, isn't there?"
"Yes, but I'm not wearing these." He held out the briefs. "I have my own
swimsuit already and this is… um… No."
"But those red swimming trunks are so… average." Mabel shook her head and then
raised an eyebrow at him. "I bet that if this had been a leopard bikini for
Pacifica you wouldn't have had this problem."
Dipper opened his mouth to counter, but then flushed red and closed it. He then
muttered something about why Mabel hadn't purchased those too.
"Mabel has a point." Pacifica got into the conversation. "I'd also like to see
you wearing something sexier for swimming. I don't know, maybe they'll make you
look more creative and assertive." She smirked at him.
"Fine." Dipper added after a while. "But if I see somebody else besides us in
the camping area, I'm not wearing them."
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With the pickup truck loaded up, the three teens left the mall and continued
driving to the camping area. It was already 5pm, and they had at least an hour
of driving left before they would get there.
This time however the road trip was being way more enjoyable for Pacifica. She
still had an arousing itch in her groin, but it was noticeably more bearable
than before. The blond girl took off the sweater to deal with the summer heat
better, and then glanced at Mabel with a playful smirk. The brunette was idly
eating from a bag of chips.
"What?" Mabel offered her the bag. "You want some?"
"No." Pacifica shook her head. "Let's play some of your silly games."
"What?"
"I said I want to play with you."
"You want to play with me?" Mabel repeated her words in pure astonishment.
Pacifica narrowed her eyes at her. She was not about to repeat herself for a
third time.
"Oh my gosh!" Mabel chirped and quickly leant in between the front seats.
"Dipper, Dipper! Take a picture of us! Pacifica wants to play with me!"
"Mabel…" Dipper grumbled between his teeth. He had lost count of how many times
he had been distracted today while driving.
"Right. Sorry, bro-bro! I always forget you're driving! I'll do it myself."
Mabel quickly fished out her phone, threw an arm over Pacifica's shoulders and
took a selfie. In the picture, Mabel appeared grinning from ear to ear, and
Pacifica blinking and with a dumbfounded face.
"Perfect." Mabel saved the clearly flawed picture.
"You know I like playing with you. Sometimes. Or we can gossip instead if you
want." Pacifica pushed Mabel away. The last thing she needed with this summer
heat was Mabel and her sweater glued to her side. "It's not such a big deal."
"Of course it is a big deal! You were today so grumpy-grump I thought you were
going to bite those boys' heads off earlier, but now you're beaming!" Mabel
cheered. "What happened to you?"
"Let's just say," Pacifica smiled slyly. "That Dipper bought me my favorite
milkshake back in the mall, and it really lifted my spirits."
"So…" Mabel scratched her cheek doubtfully. "You gave Dipper a blowy in the
mall?"
Pacifica's smile fell from her face at the same time Dipper made an S with the
pickup truck.
"You girls really don't have anything else to talk about?" Dipper protested
from the front seat as his ears flushed red.
"So it's true!" Mabel began giggling.
Pacifica crossed her arms under her breasts and buried her chin in the neck of
her purple blouse with 'FANTASY' written over the chest in white letters, all
while grumbling something about not knowing how somebody as clueless as Mabel
could have seen through her subtleness.
"Tell me, tell me!" She poked her in the sides. "How did you get Dipper, my
Dipper, to do it in a public place? I thought he would faint before doing
that!"
"That's none of your business." Pacifica grumbled.
"Did you show him the real fantasy that is under this?" Mabel smirked and poked
the 'FANTASY' word on the blouse over Pacifica's breasts.
"Do another pun about my boobs," Pacifica pushed Mabel's hand away. "And I'm
telling Dipper to drop you in the next gas station."
The threat, even though it had a serious tone, it made Mabel burst into
giggles.
"Anyway," Mabel finally stopped giggling. "Let's change topics before Dipper
crashes the pickup into a tree. Gossip you said before? Let's gossip then.
Remember the two boys we met in the grocery store? They were so funny!"
"What boys?" Dipper asked from the front seat.
"Just two boys that tried to hit on us very poorly. We pranked them really
good." Mabel giggled. "The tall one was cute, though. I should've gotten his
phone number or something."
"Weren't you taking a break from relationships?" Pacifica gave her a knowing
smile.
"Well, yeah. I guess old habits die hard." Mabel smiled sheepishly. "But that's
why I bought this in the mall!"
Much to Pacifica's surprise, Mabel fished out a glass dildo from her shoulder
bag. The dildo had a handle on the base shaped like a heart, and nubs on the
shaft and glans. The nubs were rainbow colored and made the dildo very eye-
catching whenever the sunlight reflected on them.
"That can't replace a boy." Pacifica chuckled smugly.
"Sure thing it can. This can replace a boy, and do better!" Mabel chirped.
"Boys don't even have these little knobby things! Do you have little knobby
things?" She poked Dipper's cheek with the head of the dildo.
"Mabel!" Dipper was startled when he turned to find the glass penis so close to
his face. "For the last time! I'm driving!"
"Aha! Didn't think so!" Mabel laughed triumphantly. "It's also made of glass so
I can see through it inside myself and that's cool."
"Can I see it?" Pacifica was curious now.
"Sure!" She handed her the dildo, but by the handle.
Pacifica was not about to grab it by the glans without knowing something first.
"You haven't used it yet, have you?" She looked suspiciously at the brunette.
"When? I bought it less than an hour ago." Mabel countered matter-of-factly.
The wealthy blonde grabbed the dildo warily and smelled it. The possibility of
Mabel pranking her was erased when she didn't find any odd smell on the dildo.
Pacifica curled her fingers around the shaft and pulled the dildo in and out of
her fist with her other hand to test it out.
"Ohhh, this must feel awesome." Pacifica had to praise the nubs on the shaft.
"I want one."
"Haha, well." Mabel snatched the dildo out her hands and smirked playfully.
"This one is mine."
"We'll see about that." Pacifica muttered under her breath and put on her
competitive smile.
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The camping area was as deserted as they had expected. They parked the pickup
truck and walked to the clearing they had looked up on the internet. On the
website they had seen a picture with around twenty camping tents in that
clearing, but at the moment it was empty. Just as Dipper had guessed, this year
everyone had gone to the beach and they had the whole camping area for
themselves.
Dusk was rapidly approaching and Dipper immediately began setting up his tent,
whereas Mabel and Pacifica pulled out their golf clubs and played a little on
the empty field first. Dipper and Mabel had twin pop up dome tents, Dipper's
was blue and Mabel's was magenta, and each of them had enough room inside for
an air mattress and a little more. They however weren't very tall, and they
could not stand inside them without bending over. The tents had two circular
entrances on opposite sides, and two circular windows on the remaining sides.
The built-in fiberglass poles of the pop up tent allowed Dipper to be done
setting up his tent quickly. He then brought his baggage inside and inflated
his airbed. He was ready for camping less than 10 minutes after he had started,
but he couldn't help but frown at the fact that Mabel and Pacifica were still
playing mini-golf and their tents weren't even unloaded from the pickup truck
yet.
"When are you planning to set up your tents?" Dipper crossed his arms and
looked at the girls with a raised eyebrow. "It's getting dark."
"Meh, it'll take me a second to set mine." Mabel shrugged it off and struck her
golf ball.
"I actually don't know how to set mine." Pacifica gave Dipper her best smile.
"Can you set it for me, please?"
"Sure."
Dipper didn't see how he would know any better since he had never set a tent
like Pacifica's before, but he didn't mind doing her a favor. He however
regretted his decision soon afterwards.
Pacifica's tent was three times bigger than his own. Thankfully it came with
pre-attached poles so he only had to unfold and extend it. It was a 16x16 feet
L shaped purple cabin tent divided in two sections: a square hall and a
rectangular bedroom. The remaining square which would make the L a full square
was for a door canopy to have some shade on the entrance. Dipper thought the
cabin tent was unnecessarily big. The bedroom could fit two queen sized airbeds
and it was also tall enough for Dipper to stand up without issues. It even had
a power outlet coming out of a corner, but then again it was Pacifica's and
Dipper was already used to how extravagant her family was. The boy had to do
two trips to bring in all of Pacifica's baggage and, since her tent was bigger,
he also bought the cooler, the gas stove, and all the other camping equipment.
Just as he had expected, Pacifica had a queen sized airbed, but it came with an
electric pump so it was no issue to set it up. Dipper would rather not mess
with her stuff, so he left her baggage in the hall and left the tent
afterwards. All in all, it took him less than half an hour to finish.
The boy was exhausted. He had been a ball of nerves at the start of the day
because he didn't know if Preston would allow Pacifica to come. Later, he had
driven a pickup truck for several hours, carried several bags in the mall, had
sex in a rather tiring position, and now after setting both tents he only
wanted to sit down on a camping chair and maybe chat a little with the girls
before going to sleep. He grabbed three chairs and unfolded them in the space
between Pacifica's and his own tent.
"Ouch!" Dipper grunted all of a sudden and rubbed the back of his head.
A golf ball had struck him there. He turned around to glare at the girls, and
found how Pacifica was flushing red and Mabel covered her mouth to hide her
giggling.
"Ow. Sorry, Dipper." The blonde girl apologized. "I didn't see you there."
Dipper was mad but, even if it had been a careless act, Pacifica hadn't done it
out of malice. He only sighed, ignored the girls and got into his tent to rest.
He didn't feel like sitting and talking to them anymore.
A few minutes later Dipper realized he was too tired to sleep. He had undressed
himself down to his boxers and the summer heat wasn't bothering him anymore,
but he was too tensed up to fall asleep. The boy rolled onto his belly, grabbed
his Journal and turned on a light to read and relax. It was a little dark
already.
After a few pages he heard the zipper of his tent opening.
"Hey, Dork." Pacifica poked her head into his tent. "Can I come in?"
"Mhm." Dipper replied without turning around.
"We are having dinner. Do you want a piece of the cake before Mabel wolfs it
down?"
"No."
"Okay. Um…"
Pacifica hesitated a little but then she shook her head, entered the tent,
knelt astride Dipper's waist on the bed and began stroking his back gently.
"I just wanted to thank you for making this camping trip possible for me, going
shopping with me in the mall, setting up my tent and… I guess bearing with me
overall." Pacifica paused for a second. She wasn't used to give heartfelt
thanks, let alone not receive a response. She felt awkward. "So… Thank you. I
also have a game to reward you."
The last thing piqued Dipper's curiosity. He felt how Pacifica stroked his
naked back, and he rolled over to see what she was doing. Pacifica was on her
knees, one hand spinning her removed purple panties around on one finger, and
the other lifting her skirt and spreading her nether lips apart to show him how
wet she was. Dipper's eyes widened as saucers, his cheeks flushed crimson red
and a tent was lifted on his boxers.
"The game is called 'Bonk me until my brains explode', and there is only one
rule: You are not allowed to pull it out until I'm overflowing with your
Dippingsauce."
Dipper blinked a few times and then pinched himself to make sure he wasn't
asleep. Pacifica found the gesture amusing, and she seized the opportunity to
pinch him too. The boy yelped and, after glaring at her playfully, he rolled
with her until he was on top as Pacifica giggled.
The blonde girl went straight to the point and yanked Dipper's boxers down to
his knees. She grabbed his penis and pumped it quickly. Dipper however was only
half-erected. He was having trouble achieving a full boner being as exhausted
as he was. The boy hid his lack of stamina from Pacifica by pulling her hands
over her head and removing her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. Dipper lowered
himself to her breasts while he masturbated to get a full erection as soon as
possible, but he achieved the opposite effect instead. Pacifica's breasts were
big, soft and warm, and she was stroking his scalp so gently he was getting
dizzier by the second. He laid his face on her breasts and rested his eyes for
just one second.
"Mmmm." Dipper achieved the level of boldness typical of somebody too dozed off
to tell reality from dreams, and asked his secret. "Do you think you can
lactate?"
"What?" Pacifica asked amusedly. "Why?"
Dipper replied by engulfing her nipple and sucking on it.
"Oh, um…" Pacifica flustered. "I think I would need to get pregnant for that."
"Someday then."
Pacifica flushed even redder and pondered about it while Dipper kept playing
with her breasts. She had always seen Dipper, not as a boyfriend, but as
potential husband. She had pictured growing up with him, dancing together in
her father's social parties, going to college and eventually marrying and
living together, but the children topic had never crossed her mind. She
imagined for a second a very smug looking little Dipper wearing a three piece
suit and with his hair combed backwards, and she couldn't help but think he
would be super cute. Pacifica however shook her head to snap out of it. She was
16 and she wasn't ready to have maternal urges. She wanted to explore and enjoy
the freedom of being young, but at the same time she didn't see a problem in
imagining they were having sex to conceive, only for her own pleasure. She
decided to try it tonight, but her train of thought was interrupted when she
felt Dipper had stopped fondling her breasts.
"Huh?" Pacifica noticed Dipper still had her breast in his mouth, but his eyes
were closed. She poked him on the cheek. "Dipper?"
The boy moaned softly and cuddled her up as he got comfier on top of her and
used her breasts as pillows. Fatigue had won the battle and Dipper had fallen
asleep.
"Okay, you can rest now." Pacifica stroked his hair and smiled warmly.
"Tomorrow is going to be a great day."
***** The Start of a Great Day *****
Chapter Notes
     Tags for this chapter:
     - Oral sex.
     - Cum sharing.
     - Accidental nudity.
     - Pseudo incest.
     - Underwater oral sex.
     - Exhibitionism.
Dipper moaned softly and protected his face with his forearm from the dim
sunlight as he woke up. It was early in the morning, and he was sleeping on his
airbed inside his camping tent. The boy felt tired as if he had woken up and
gone back to sleep immediately afterwards several times through the night. He
didn’t remember what he had dreamed about, but he was certain it had been a wet
dream. His penis was fully erected, the glans felt wet, and he had a pleasant
tingling in his balls. Dipper drew his other hand to his groin to rub a quick
one out before leaving bed, but his fingers met silky hair and a moan of
protest.
The boy shot his eyes wide open and prompted himself on his elbows. The source
of the sound was Pacifica. She was lying on her belly lower on the bed, her
head in between his thighs. She had an expression of boredom on her face while
giving lazy licks to his balls. Dipper realized much to his surprise that, not
only she was naked, but he was naked as well.
“What are you doing?” Dipper was more surprised than anything.
“Breakfast.” She replied plainly.
“Breakfast?” He asked amusedly.
“Mhm-hm.” Pacifica cupped his balls and rolled them gently. “Your sister
insists on cooking our breakfast on some flat rocks she has found on the
riverbank because ‘it tastes so much better like that’ but, as you can imagine,
I’m not eating breakfast cooked on some rocks found in the wilderness. So, get
my daily protein intake ready and do it quick.” She began pumping his shaft
fast.
“Ahhh!” Dipper stopped her attempt to make him ejaculate prematurely. “But
Princess, breakfast is the most important meal of the day! You can’t skip it!
Some studies show that skipping breakfast not only is bad for the body but it
also makes people gain weight!”
“Really?” Pacifica asked sarcastically and frowned when Dipper failed to catch
her roleplaying. “Then I guess I better stop.”
“I didn’t say that you had to stop.” Dipper muttered embarrassedly. “Just that
you shouldn’t skip breakfast after this.”
Pacifica smirked smugly and resumed pumping his shaft, this time slowly. It
took Dipper a second to adjust to the sensation, but soon he was feeling the
pleasant tingling in his penis and giving small hums of approval. Every time
his precum overflowed the tiny hole on the head of his penis and rolled down
his shaft, Pacifica cleaned it hurriedly with her tongue and licked her lips as
if she were hungry for it. Dipper felt his cheeks burning up at the sight and
decided to change topics to keep himself from ejaculating too early and ruin
his fun. He glanced around the tent and noticed how their clothes were
scattered throughout the floor.
“How did you undress me without waking me up?” Dipper asked amusedly.
“You sleep like a log.” Pacifica rested her head on his thigh as she stopped
stroking him to begin running a finger up and down his shaft teasingly instead.
“I managed to get you off me, leave the tent, talk to Mabel for half an hour,
come back, roll you over and suck you off, all without waking you up.” She
snickered. “You were already undressed, by the way. Don’t you remember last
night?”
“Oh.” The memories of the previous day flowed into his mind. “I fell asleep,
didn’t I? Sorry, Princess. I was exhausted.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not mad.” She gave him a smile full of malice. “Buuut, you
lost your opportunity for an easy creampie last night. Now you have to start on
that from scratch again.”
“Fair enough. Assertive and creative was it?” Dipper grinned and pulled her by
the arms on top of him. “Let’s get to it then.”
Dipper began smothering her face in quick, gentle kisses and Pacifica giggled,
but she also broke the embrace and pressed her hand on his chest to pin him
down to the airbed.
“Not now.” She lowered herself down to his penis again. “Don’t you see I’m
trying to make breakfast here?”
“Oh, sorry.” Dipper smiled mischievously. “I didn’t see any scorched pancakes,
so it was hard to tell you were making breakfast.”
Pacifica narrowed his eyes at him, opened her mouth and then bit down on his
glans using her teeth and her bottom lip.
“Ah-ah-AH! P-Pacifica!” Dipper yelped and moved his hands reflexively to her
hair but, instead of pushing her away, he kept her there.
The blond girl released the head of his penis and smirked at him.
“You shouldn’t insult my breakfasts when we’re in this position.” She pushed
his hands away from her head before Dipper ruined the hair she had spent a full
quarter hour that morning stylizing.
Pacifica noticed how her teeth had left white pressure marks on his red glans,
and she wondered if she had overdone the biting. She looked at Dipper for
confirmation, and saw how his face was red and he was panting.
“Um…” She felt a little bad. “Okay, maybe I went too far. Sorry.” Pacifica
began kissing the white marks better.
“I…” Dipper scratched his cheek embarrassedly. “…actually kind of liked it.”
“Really?” Pacifica was surprised. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Just a little.”
Pacifica pondered about it for a second, and then she bit down gently the head
of his penis from the side, so that her bottom lip aligned with his frenulum
perfectly and her teeth pressed on his glans vertically. Dipper felt a mildly
painful sensation at first, but then he felt an astounding jolt of joy going
down his penis, followed by a pleasant tingling when she released his glans.
Before Dipper could recover, however, Pacifica bit his glans down again, and
this time she gnawed at it, opening and closing her jaw without releasing the
glans, and rubbing his frenulum with her lip. Dipper couldn’t help himself and
began panting heavily and grunting every time she applied pressure to his
glans, his hips jerking upwards now and then in his pre-orgasmic ecstasy. A
stream of precum oozed out of cockhole and rolled down Pacifica’s chin, which
didn’t go unnoticed by the blond girl, and she released his penis and licked
her lips.
“P-Princess…” Dipper moaned in protest. His orgasm was just around the corner.
“Not before I have my fun.” She grabbed his knees and spread his legs wide open
in such a way that Dipper felt vulnerable. “Don’t move.”
Dipper nodded eagerly and waited, but Pacifica only bathed his penis with her
warm breath, teasing him with gentle blowing over the wet shaft. She ran her
hands over his thighs and lower belly, aiding the warmth building up in his
groin and running up his chest to make him flush red. Only when he gave her the
needy look oral sex often got out of him and let her know she was in complete
control, she smirked and moved her mouth down on him.
Pacifica began with gentle sucks of his balls, first the left one, and then the
right one. Dipper tried to reach for his shaft and masturbate in the meantime,
but Pacifica slapped his hand away. In this game, she wanted to be the only
player. The blond girl then buried her nose in the base of his shaft and
inhaled deeply. The mixture of his musky scent and sweat was making her wet,
and she drew one hand between her legs to toy with her clit. Pacifica then
explored the area under his balls, and gave a quick vertical lick to his
perineum ending in a curl around his left ball, careful not to get her tongue
too close to his anus. The new sensation was greatly welcomed by Dipper, whose
hips gave a jerk of surprise.
After toying with his perineum for a while and getting some moans from her
boyfriend, Pacifica rose back to his penis and moved her hands to his chest to
dig her fingernails in his skin; one of the hands was wet in her own fluids.
She started by running her tongue from side to side on the base of his penis
where the shaft met the scrotum, and then continued with a long lick from base
to tip along the underside of his cock. When her tongue abandoned his glans,
the whole penis twitched violently and precum oozed out of it. Pacifica smirked
and repeated the whole process, starting where the shaft met the scrotum and
finishing on the tip of his penis until Dipper’s hips tensed up and a rope of
semen shot out of his penis over his own belly and chest as he groaned.
Pacifica held Dipper’s hands down and stared in awe at how his penis ejaculated
without any aid from any hands. The shaft tensed up on its own even more and
rose almost vertically on his groin, the next ejaculation turning out to be too
sticky to fully leave his cockhole without help and dropping on the side of the
shaft, linking the head of his penis with the base of it with a white strand of
semen. The four remaining ejaculations gushed out alternatively hard and soft,
splattering his chest and belly respectively. Once he was done, Pacifica
released his hands, engulfed his penis in her mouth and rejoiced in how the
aftershocks of his orgasms made it twitch in her mouth and throat at the same
time Dipper moaned and placed his hands on her head to keep the source of his
pleasure there.
The edging session had granted Dipper a powerful orgasm and a mess all over his
belly and chest. A mess Pacifica eagerly began dealing with as she sucked his
cock clean and started licking all the semen off the base of his penis. The
blond girl suddenly found a perk to Dipper shaving his pubic hair: it was
proving to be quite easier to lick him clean without any hair in the way. After
every few licks, she swallowed and went on with so much eagerness that Dipper
was surprised.
“Does it… um…” Dipper wasn’t sure he should ask that. “…taste good?”
“It’s okay.” Pacifica licked her lips clean. She was so hungry she didn’t mind
the strong taste of a morning ejaculation. “You want to try it?”
“Uh…” Her question was exactly what Dipper had feared. “Isn’t that… gay?”
Pacifica stopped her licks and raised an eyebrow at him in complete
bewilderment.
“Really?” She looked at him slyly. “How is this any ‘gay’ if you’re doing it
with a girl?”
“I guess you’re right, but still…”
Dipper quieted down and gave her a lopsided smile. As his sister had pointed
out several times in the past, Dipper’s manliness was something the boy himself
doubted with ease, and not his favorite topic for discussion. Pacifica smiled
warmly and decided to give a confidence boost to her dorky boyfriend.
“Give it a try.” She dipped a finger in the splatter and offered it to Dipper.
“It’s no different from when I taste myself, really.”
With a little bit of reluctance, Dipper opened his mouth and Pacifica shoved
her semen coated finger inside it. The taste was salty and the texture was
similar to uncooked egg white. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t anything he would
put on a toast and eat it either. After swallowing, it left certain aftertaste,
especially on the sides of his tongue.
“Huh. I expected it to taste differently from the smell.” Dipper commented.
“I know, right? Let’s do this now.” She stuck out her tongue, gave a long lick
along Dipper’s semen splattered chest and moved to kiss him.
This time Dipper kissed her without any reluctance. He opened his mouth and
tasted himself on her tongue as she swirled it around his own. Dipper moaned
softly and hugged her close as he felt the heat building up in his groin again.
It wasn’t because of having his own semen in his mouth, or because of the
physical contact with Pacifica’s naked breasts, but because of the meaning
behind the kiss: Pacifica had given him an orgasm, and he had given her huge
ejaculation as a reward, but now she was sharing this reward with him through
that French kiss, and they loved it.
Pacifica parted the kiss and grinned, her face flushed red in excitement.
“I thought you would back away.” She confessed. “I like that we did this.”
“Would you say that…” Dipper waggled his eyebrows playfully. “…I was assertive
enough? I mean, look at the perks: Now I can lick you clean after we do it.
Isn’t that hot?”
The dominant girl within Pacifica yelled in her mind to agree at the idea of
having Dipper cleaning up his own creampie with his tongue and kissing her
afterwards, but her pride was still stronger.
“I’ll keep it in mind.” She shrugged him off smugly and lowered herself down on
his penis. “Now, that was too little to be considered a proper breakfast.
You’ll have to do it again and againuntil I’m satisfied.”
Dipper gulped and tried to protest, but Pacifica was already sucking on the
head of his penis while her hands stroked it up and down fervently, and the
poor boy couldn’t help but give in to pleasure, slump back on the bed and let
the blond girl abuse his overly sensitive penis until he didn’t have any semen
left.
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The couple finally dressed up and left the tent two hours later. Dipper was
wearing his jeans and flannel shirt combination, and Pacifica her blouse and
skirt. It was noon already. Mabel had set up a small campfire and placed some
wooden logs around it for them to sit down. The chairs Dipper had unpacked the
previous day were folded up and resting against the wall of Pacifica’s tent.
Mabel wanted their camping experience to be as natural as possible, and camping
chairs was against that if there were logs available to use as benches. The
cheerful brunette was wearing a magenta tank top and purple shorts; it had been
a hot night, while happily knitting what seemed like a phone wool pouch but,
when she saw them, she quickly started making breakfast in the campfire. Dipper
attempted to dissuade her and tell her they would cook their own breakfast
since Mabel didn’t have to act as the mom of the three, but Mabel shushed him
and told them to sit down on the logs. She, after all, enjoyed cooking.
Dipper winced his way to a log as if he had a rash on the groin, grabbed a cold
can of soda from the cooler and discreetly placed it between his legs, sighing
in relief. He had lost count of how many times he had ejaculated in Pacifica’s
mouth back in the tent, and his genitals felt overused. The blonde girl had
only given up when his orgasms stopped produced semen, and that had taken a
while. His scrotum and especially the head of his penis felt absolutely sore,
but it was the best kind of soreness he had experienced in his life and he
couldn’t complain.
Pacifica sat opposite to Dipper and glanced around in astonishment. Earlier in
the day she had woken up to the noises outside her tent. It was Mabel messing
with a hammer and some nails. Now, several hours later, Pacifica realized what
Mabel had been doing that morning. Not only the campfire was set, but there
were also some clothes lines nailed to some nearby trees where a magenta
swimsuit was drying up, some buckets filled up with water for them to wash
their hands and faces, and an unfolded camping table for them to have lunch
later. There was even a hammock set between two trees. Pacifica then watched
Mabel deftly move their breakfast on the flat rock she was cooking it up with a
Swiss army knife.
“Wow.” Pacifica had a disbelieving face. “Mabel, you’re like Bear Grylls!”
“You think so?” Mabel giggled and flipped the Swiss army knife to show off her
skills. “I’m not British though, and I don’t do the piss thing either.” She
joked.
Pacifica gave a YUK! and snickered.
“Mabel was a first class girl scout when we were kids.” Dipper explained. “And
not the cookie selling one.”
“Yup. That’s why I’m so happy to be here. I love going camping!” She chirped.
“Have I ever told you that?”
“Every summer.” Dipper chuckled and finally removed the now somewhat warm soda
from his groin to take a sip.
“Here, Paz-Paz.” Mabel scratched some of the breakfast from the flat rock to a
dish. “I made you some eggs and sausages for breakfast.”
“Uff, I don’t think I can take any more of that.” Pacifica declined it with her
hands, but then she flushed and quickly made something up when Mabel looked at
her in complete confusion. “I mean, I already had a… full protein bar when I
woke up and I’m not hungry now. I’ll just have some orange juice.”
Dipper cleared his throat and flustered terribly.
“You brought protein bars?” Mabel gasped. “Can I have one? I love gnawing on
one of those creamy bars for hours!”
“Really? That’s precisely what I did!” Pacifica glanced at Dipper and did her
best to remain serious and refrain herself from bursting into laughter. “Well,
Dipper gave it to me so I think you have to ask him.”
Mabel turned to Dipper with a grin from ear to ear, and the boy flushed crimson
red.
“Um… Sorry, sis, but Pacifica got the only one.” His voice cracked.
“Aw… Well, some other time then.” Mabel looked disheartened for a second and
then, as usual, she cheered up. “More breakfast for me though!”
The cheerful brunette gave Dipper his dish, and then she wolfed down Pacifica’s
and her own. In contrast with Dipper who felt too awkward and embarrassed to
eat, Mabel was done with breakfast within a couple minutes and went to wash her
hands and mouth to the buckets. Being temporally alone, Dipper then glared at
Pacifica, who had been hiding her giggling with her hand the whole time.
“This is not funny.” Dipper grumbled. “And don’t you ever dare tell her what a
‘full protein snack bar’ is.”
“What do you mean this is not funny? I’m having the time of my life!” Pacifica
was already laughing out loud. “Aw, c’mon. Stop giving me that look and eat!
You have to refill the dippingsauce tanks if you want in here.” She spread her
legs open and showed him how she wasn’t wearing any panties under the skirt.
The fork slipped from Dipper’s hand and made a CLING! on his plate. The boy
tittered at his own clumsiness, flushed red and began eating while glancing
nervously at her naked vulva. Even though he had ejaculated to the point of
running out of sperm earlier, he had another erection now. Pacifica however
quickly closed her legs and smiled innocently when Mabel came back. The
cheerful brunette put out the campfire by drowning it in water now that their
breakfast was done, and sat next to Dipper while mixing up the ashes and embers
into the soil with a stick.
Dipper gave Mabel a quick glance to see if she had somehow noticed what
Pacifica had been doing, but then his eyes bulged out and he had to stare
deeply at his sister for a second before quickly looking away. Mabel was bent
forwards while poking the campfire with the stick, and Dipper had perfectly
seen the side of her small breast through the armpit of her tank top, nipple
included. The boy whimpered when his erection only grew bigger, and then he
freaked out as a result. Dipper rushed his breakfast and left to the water
buckets.
After washing his face several times and cooling down his head, Dipper tried to
be reasonable about the situation. Finding out he felt sexually attracted to
his sister was something he simply could not afford. He knew he would overthink
it for weeks if not months, and he would be all awkward about it whenever Mabel
was around during this time, which was something Pacifica would not fail to
notice and, after that, everything could only get worse, which was his main
reason to avoid seeing his sister naked. Dipper took a couple deep breaths and
psyched up himself to think that what he had felt was simply a byproduct of
Pacifica teasing him with her vulva a moment before he saw Mabel’s breast. The
boy washed his face with cold water one more time, inhaled and exhaled deeply,
and then went back with the girls. He caught them halfway through a story Mabel
was telling.
“…so yesterday night before going to sleep I decided to go test the river. The
water was very nice after being warmed up by the sun all day, but by contrast
the air was so cold it took me half an hour to measure up the guts to leave the
water and run to my tent to jump into my airbed. It reminded me of that time we
were twelve and were swimming in the lake, remember?” She nudged Pacifica.
“Wendy was playing with her friends and lost her top for a second, and Dipper
couldn’t leave the water for a whole hour after that because he had to hide his
boner!” Mabel burst into giggles. “Do you remember that story?”
Pacifica nodded and snickered in a forced manner. She had never liked the fact
that Dipper found the redhead so attractive. On the other hand, Dipper was more
bewildered than embarrassed.
“How do you know that story? I never told you about it.” Dipper narrowed his
eyes at his sister. “In fact, I never told anybody. I only wrote it in my—Oh my
gosh, have you deciphered my Journal!?”
“Nah, you know I don’t have the patience for that.” Mabel waved her hand
dismissively. “Pacifica told me a few weeks ago. I thought you had told her.”
Mabel looked at Pacifica confusedly and Pacifica looked back at her with a
murderous glare for revealing her secret, all while Dipper stared at Pacifica
in complete horror.
When Dipper had started his Journal years ago, the first third of it was about
the paranormal, the second third was about his family and friends, and the rest
of the book was solely about Pacifica, and it was securely ciphered just in
case somebody tried to read it, because Dipper wrote absolutely everything in
his Journal and that included his deepest secrets.
“Okay, yes.” Pacifica admitted and rolled her eyes. “I read your dumb Journal.
From cover to cover. I was curious, okay?”
“B-but…” Dipper’s eyes bulged out. “It’s ciphered! There’s no way you could
have read it without the key word and—“
“You mean ‘Tyrone’?” She raised an eyebrow and Dipper was left agape. “Really,
Dork. You’re very obvious. Anyway, now that the blabbermouth of your sister has
given away that I read your Journal, I guess we can discuss that ‘wish list’ of
yours.”
“You have a wish list?” Mabel began giggling. “Is it very dirty?”
“Oh, it is.” Pacifica chuckled.
“Um… Princess, that list is private.” Dipper glanced at Mabel. “I mean, I
ciphered it for a reason.”
“Aw, c’mon. You know Mabel’s not going to let go of it until one of us tell
her, and I don’t want to deal with that in these vacations.” Pacifica shrugged.
“If you want to hear my opinion about that list, Mabel has to be present.
Besides, it’s not that embarrassing.”
“Hey, I’m not that annoying.” Mabel protested, but flushed red when the couple
stared at her with a knowing look. “Really, you’re exaggerating. But please, go
on with that list thingy.”
“Fine, go on.” Dipper sighed. “I guess she’d find out eventually.”
“Don’t worry, Dork. I’m not saying the list, just my answers. Let’s see if I
recall the order correctly.” Pacifica listed with her fingers. “Firstly, sure.
We can bath together some day, and you can lather me up. I actually like that
idea; you can help me with the hair. I don’t see why you thought I would say
no.”
“O-okay.” Dipper gave her an awkward grin, and he thought everything was going
better than he had expected.
“Secondly, and burn this into your mind, I’m not dying my hair red. I don’t
care if you dreamed it once and I looked very sexy. I like my hair the way it
is, and that is blond.”
“Fair enough.” Dipper nodded and felt mildly bashed and greatly embarrassed
that had come out.
“Redhead like Wendy?” Mabel asked and grinned. “You dreamed of Pacifica with
Wendy’s hair? That must have been awesome! Why can’t I have dreams where my
dream boys fuse too…?” The cheerful brunette looked down for a second, and then
perked up. “Wait, I did. Twice! Haha! Yes!”
“Hmph.” Pacifica ignored Mabel and wondered why she never had those
pornographic dreams. “I don’t recall the other ones because they were too nerdy
for me, but I can answer this one: If I’m ever wearing that costume you
described, it’ll be in private and nobody can find out.”
“What costume?” Mabel put on the face of a kid in a candy store at the
potential teasing material.
“So…” Dipper also ignored Mabel. “You would do it?”
“Sure.” Pacifica shrugged. “I think it’s kinky, but I don’t want anybody to see
me wearing it. Heck, given my family’s reputation it’d be quite the scandal.”
“Is it so embarrassing?” Mabel looked at Dipper with eyes widened as saucers.
“You’re into tentacle stuff or something?”
“What? No!” Dipper flustered.
“What is it then? Japanese school girl?” Mabel asked again.
“No.” Dipper grumbled.
“French maid?”
“Oh!” Pacifica snapped her fingers. “The French maid one was in the list too.
I’m not wearing a servant’s costume though, so you can forget about it.”
“Uh-huh.” Mabel tapped her chin thoughtfully. “You liked the paranormal, so…
something involving one of those monster penises I saw in the internet? The
bad-dragon ones?”
“You know those?” Dipper was astonished. “I mean, no! It’s not that either!”
“Oh my gosh.” Pacifica rolled her eyes and put an end to Mabel’s endless
guessing. “It’s just a Catwoman costume. As if my family didn’t have enough of
a thief reputation already.”
“Ohhh.” Mabel grinned teasingly at her brother. “I didn’t know you were a
furry.”
“I’m not. It’s a spandex costume. It has no fur.” Dipper flushed the darkest
shade of red possible. “I… always thought Catwoman was very sexy in that old
movie where she had a whip.”
“Well, I can make Pacifica one of those for Summerween if you like it that
much.” Mabel offered. “If you want to get dirty with it later, then that’s up
to you.”
Pacifica glanced at the cheerful brunette as if she were considering her
proposal while Dipper covered his face in embarrassment.
“Sis, you’re very weird.” Pacifica chuckled. “Anyway, I was also glad to find
out in the Journal that you actually have fun in my rich elite parties.” She
gave Dipper a happy smile.
“The dresses you wear in those are very pretty.” Dipper admitted embarrassedly.
“And I like it too when we dance.”
“I guess then that you won’t have a problem coming with me to all of them.”
Pacifica smirked slyly.
“Well, I—uh…” Dipper scratched the back of his head. He enjoyed the dresses,
the music and the dances in those parties, but the etiquette rules, the
extravagant food and the public speeches absolutely bored him. However, in the
end, that was Pacifica’s life and he had to accept it. “Sure, I’ll go with you
to those. Just keep me away from those old ladies that pinch cheeks.”
“Deal.” Pacifica smiled genuinely happy. “I think I have embarrassed you
enough. One last thing, though, and I really want to know this one.” Pacifica
couldn’t help herself and giggled while saying it. “Are you seriously jealous
of how much time Mabel and I spend together?”
Dipper opened his mouth to protest, but he was speechless. He felt his cheeks
flaming up and he hid his face behind his hands.
“Why did you say that one…?” Dipper groaned.
“Why would he be jealous?” Mabel was completely puzzled.
“Dipper thinks that you and I could end up being a couple from the way we
interact, and he’s worried I’m dumping him to date you some day.” Pacifica
explained.
Mabel considered it for a few seconds in silence, and then she burst into
laughter so hard, she threw her head back and fell off the log while holding
her belly in her arms. Pacifica found her reaction amusing and she began
giggling too. It even cracked a smile on Dipper’s face.
“Okay, sorry, sorry.” Mabel got back to sitting on the log while panting for
air to recover from the belly laugh. “That was a good one, but it was also very
silly. First off, I would never steal your girlfriend; that’s super mean.
Second off, Pacifica and I are just friends!” She nudged Dipper with the
shoulder.
“I know.” Dipper murmured, still embarrassed. “It was just a theory. I type all
of those down.”
“Your theories are funny. I laughed so much at the ‘Gideon is a vampire’
theory.” Pacifica giggled. “I don’t think sunscreen can protect vampires from
the sunlight though. Heck, if I can get sunburnt even when wearing sunscreen,
they can surely burn to a crisp.”
“Nah, Gideon is just a creep.” Mabel waved her hand dismissively and moved to
sit down next to Pacifica. “Even if Dipper is wrong, I can get why he would
think that from our behavior. I’d love to have the hair straight like you do,
so I like brushing and touching it.” Mabel ran her hand through Pacifica’s hair
as her eyes sparkled. “But that doesn’t mean I have feelings for you. I just
like your hair.”
“I get it.” Dipper repeated tiredly. “It was just a theory.”
“I’m also a little jealous of these two.” Mabel continued and gave a sneaky
squeeze to Pacifica’s breasts. “Oh, wow! No bra?” She gasped and grinned
teasingly as she groped Pacifica through her blouse.
The busty blonde raised an eyebrow, and pulled at the neck of Mabel’s tank top
to check her chest, which made Mabel yelp, slap Pacifica’s hand away and scoot
away on the log.
“Doesn’t look like you’re wearing a bra either.” Pacifica smirked teasingly.
“Do you even need a bra for those tiny boobs?”
“Yes I do.” Mabel snapped, very offended. “And my Mabel-puppies are cute and
perfect!”
Dipper was glad he hadn’t got another glance at Mabel’s breasts when Pacifica
had taken a peek through the neck of Mabel’s tank top, but he was aware that,
if their conversation kept going on about breasts, he would very likely get a
full view and that was the last thing he needed now. The boy considered going
to wash his face again, when a better idea struck his mind.
“What do you girls say we go take a dip in the river?” He suggested.
“Oh, oh! I’m in!” Mabel replied excitedly. “We can play some water games!”
“And I can finally try to get a decent tan.” Pacifica examined her forearms to
see if her skin had tanned even a little since yesterday, but she was just as
pale.
“All settled then.”
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Pacifica laid her purple towel on the riverbank right next to Dipper’s blue
towel; Dipper had arrived to the river way before the girls. She readjusted her
purple bikini and arranged her hair into a ponytail while she sought her
boyfriend along the riverbank. Dipper was a little down the shore squatting
with the Journal in one hand and a rock in the other. He was wearing red
swimming trunks. Pacifica couldn’t help but smile. His demeanor reminded her of
when he was twelve years old and had to investigate and note down everything,
and she thought he looked very cute.
The smug blonde walked up to him and tousled her hair to catch his attention.
When he didn’t even notice her, she frowned and talked to him.
“What are you doing?” She took a peek over his shoulder. He was examining plain
simple rocks.
“Check this out, Princess.” Dipper grabbed one of the rocks.
“It’s a rock.”
“Yes. I call it the waterproof rock.”
Dipper dropped the rock on the water and, much to Pacifica’s surprise, it
bounced on the water surface instead of being engulfed by it, and Dipper
grabbed it again mid-air.
“So, water repels it.” She wasn’t amused.
“I’ve never seen anything like it in Gravity falls. These rocks must be made of
some kind of extraterrestrial material, and they’re all over the riverbank!”
Dipper said excitedly as he took more notes in his Journal. “Fascinating, isn’t
it?”
“Yeah, fascinating.” Pacifica drummed her fingers boredly on her hips. Even if
it bounced in the water, she still saw just a rock. “Let’s take a dip in the
river.”
“Give me…” Dipper tapped his pen a few times on his Journal to drive the ink
back to the tip. “…like half an hour to record all of this.”
“You really need half an hour to describe in that book of yours a rock that
bounces on the water?” Pacifica raised an eyebrow.
“Of course. I need to describe the shape of the rock, note down the location
where I found it, see if it still works after being split in two—“
“Yeah, yeah. You do that.” Pacifica interrupted him when she spotted Mabel
arriving to the riverbank and landing her towel next to theirs. “I already
found someone else to play with.”
Dipper shrugged and continued with his work while Pacifica walked back to the
towels. Mabel dropped her beach bag, pulled a scrunchy out of it and fastened
her hair into a ponytail. She then readjusted her swimsuit like Pacifica had
done earlier, even though she had nothing to worry about her small breasts
popping out of it. Mabel was wearing a one-piece magenta swimsuit fastened with
a halter neck which left her back and shoulders bare.
“Hey, Paz-Paz!” Mabel chirped when she saw her. “What’s Dipper doing?”
“Drawing rocks.”
“Neat.” Mabel grinned.
“No, it’s not neat.” Pacifica rolled her eyes. “Let’s play something.”
“Um… How about…” Mabel rummaged through her beach bag and pulled out a bouncy
ball the size of a melon. “…some dodge ball?”
It was Pacifica’s turn to grin. She had always considered playing dodge ball
with Mabel excellent for letting off some steam and also very entertaining,
since the game consisted essentially in throwing a ball at her former rival’s
face. The calm river was soon filled with the sound of a rubber smacking
against naked skin, followed by hisses and laughs.
Dipper came back and sat on his towel. He had gathered enough notes and now he
needed to tidy the text up. The boy glanced from time to time at the girls,
amused by how they played dodge ball.
SLAM!
Pacifica winced and rubbed the reddening circle on the middle of her back. The
cool water reached only up to her navel, and it didn’t reach the rash to
relieve it.
“Ah-hahaha!” Mabel gave a belly laugh. “What, are those big boobs of yours
slowing you down?”
The busty blonde narrowed her eyes resentfully at the brunette and grabbed the
ball. She feinted once and Mabel dodged. She feinted again and Mabel didn’t
move. She feinted twice this time, and Mabel spun to dodge. Seizing her
opportunity, Pacifica threw the ball with all of her strength at where Mabel
would be after spinning, and hit Mabel on the forehead, pushing her backwards
into the water. The ball bounced towards the riverbank and stopped near Dipper.
“Haha! In your face!” Pacifica adopted a smug posture by resting her fists on
her hips. “Who’s slow now, huh?”
She waited for the cheerful brunette to emerge from the water, but nothing
happened.
“Mabel?”
Pacifica quickly swam to where Mabel had been a few seconds ago, but there was
no sight of her. The very moment she was about to yell at Dipper for help,
something grabbed her by the leg and pulled her underwater. Mabel then emerged
from the water carrying Pacifica over the shoulder and laughing. Pacifica
attempted to wiggle out of Mabel’s grasp to no avail.
“Dipper, Dipper! Look!” Mabel turned Pacifica’s butt towards the boy and gave
it two playful spanks.
Dipper raised his gaze from his Journal, snickered and then went back to
writing out the details about the waterproof rock.
Pacifica flailed her legs helplessly against Mabel’s chest and her fists
against her back, but Mabel still wasn’t letting go of her. Pacifica then
grabbed the bottom of Mabel’s one-piece swimsuit and gave it a hard tug.
“Ah—Ouch!” Mabel hurriedly let go of Pacifica after the wedgie, but her fingers
accidentally tangled with something. In her hand she had now the bottom of a
purple bikini. Mabel’s eyes widened as saucers as she realized that could only
mean one thing.
A very red Pacifica emerged from the water, her face completely heated in a
mixture of embarrassment and anger, and her two hands covering her naked groin.
Even though the water level reached a little above her navel, it was crystal
clear. Mabel out of curiosity glanced down and raised an eyebrow. The little
she could see through Pacifica’s hands revealed that her pubic hair was trimmed
and blond.
“Give me that!” Pacifica snatched the bikini bottom from Mabel’s hand and
turned around to put it on.
“So… you’re natural blonde, huh?” Mabel attempted to joke, but she only got an
over-the-shoulder glare in return. “Heheh… Sorry. I’ll go get the ball.”
Dipper saw Mabel leaving the water through the corner of his eye. He wondered
for a second why, and then he saw the ball they had been playing with near his
feet. The boy stood up and handled his sister the ball, who thanked him with a
smile.
That very moment, Mabel’s top slid down her chest and her small breasts popped
out. They were very petite, with small pink nipples on the center of them. She
had tan lines, making the skin on her breasts stand out in contrast with the
darker skin on the rest of her chest.
“Now we’re even!” Pacifica giggled and ran to the water. She had sneaked behind
the brunette and untied the knot fastening the swimsuit around her neck.
Mabel squeaked and, instead of covering her breasts or fastening the top of her
magenta one-piece, she chased topless after Pacifica back to the water and hit
her in the back of the head with the ball, pushing her to trip and fall face-
first into the water.
Dipper’s eyes were bulging out. He fell butt-first on his towel and closed his
eyes, but he had to open them immediately. Whenever he closed them, he pictured
Mabel’s breasts and he thought they were actually cute. His penis gave a small
twitch of agreement and Dipper freaked out and covered his face in his hands,
waiting for the inevitable to happen.
It however didn’t happen.
His penis had twitched; her breasts were petite and cute after all, but nothing
else happened. No erection, no further twitching and no apparent lust. It had
been just an opinion on his sister’s breasts. Dipper thought she had a nice
body, but that was all. He didn’t feel sexually attracted to his sister nor had
feelings for her.
“Yes! Haha!” Dipper raised both eyebrows in complete surprise and yelled in
absolute euphoria as he threw his arms in the air. “I’m not a pervert!”
Pacifica stopped attempting to duck Mabel underwater and both girls stared
dumbfoundedly at the boy.
“Why did he say that?” Mabel whispered.
“I don’t even want to know.” Pacifica shook her head, and then pushed Mabel
underwater.
A couple minutes later Mabel and Pacifica left the water, Mabel had fastened
her top again, and they walked up to Dipper. The boy was confused when Pacifica
sat behind him and hugged his back, and he was even more confused when Mabel
grabbed his Journal and placed it on the towel. He realized too late he had
fallen into their trap. The girls had considered Dipper should have some fun in
the water too instead of spending all day with his Journal.
Pacifica began tickling his sides and chest as Mabel pounced on him and seized
one of his legs to tickle his foot sole. Dipper burst into laughter and
attempted to break free, but the two girls had a good hold on him and laughter
had quickly drained his strength. When he stopped struggling, Mabel raised him
by the legs while Pacifica did the same by the armpits, and the girls carried
and threw him to the water, jumping next to him immediately afterwards.
Dipper emerged on the surface and sputtered all the water in his mouth, but
then he flushed red in embarrassment when he realized he had accidentally
sputtered all over Pacifica’s face and she was glaring at him with an upset
face. The resentful blonde lost no time in splashing water at Dipper’s face,
and soon the three friends were all playing in the river.
After several chasing and water games, yelps, and giggles, Dipper, Mabel and
Pacifica were satisfied and left the water to dry up on their towels under the
sun and rest for a while. Dipper continued working on his Journal and Pacifica
began reading a fashion magazine, but Mabel didn’t want to just lie there.
“Welp.” Mabel stood up and stretched before grabbing her towel and beach bag.
“I think I’m going to take advantage of this awesome sunny day, and do some
sunbathing.”
“Isn’t it what we are doing now?” Pacifica yawned lightly and turned a page in
her magazine.
“I want a quality tan, and that means no tan lines.” Mabel explained. “But I
don’t want Dipper to freak out so, if you need me, I’ll be naked further down
the river. See you in an hour or so!” She waved at them as she left. “And don’t
peek!”
“Have fun.” Dipper shrugged. He didn’t see the importance or inconvenience in
tan lines.
Pacifica followed Mabel with the eyes until she disappeared behind a bush. She
then dropped her fashion magazine and poked Dipper on the side to catch his
attention.
“Do you want to apply me some sunscreen? I think I’m getting sunburnt.” She ran
her finger along his arm seductively.
Oblivious at her subtle tone, Dipper dropped his journal, grabbed the sunscreen
bottle from Mabel’s bag and poured some on his hands. The boy was very well
aware of how sensitive Pacifica’s pale skin was, and he didn’t want her to get
sunburnt. Pacifica rolled onto her belly and pushed her hair to one side. She
gasped at the feeling of the cool lotion, and hummed approvingly at the feeling
of Dipper’s hands extending sunscreen all over her back. Pacifica then reached
for the back of her bikini top and unfastened it, allowing Dipper to apply
sunscreen under the strip. She thanked him and then Dipper went back to being
nose deep in his Journal.
A couple minutes later, however, Pacifica poked his side again. Dipper raised
his gaze from his Journal and this time he flushed red.
“I need you to do this side now.” Pacifica, on her back now, cupped her naked
pale breasts.
In the blink of an eye, Dipper knelt up next to her and landed his hands on her
breasts as a stupid grin crept over his face.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Pacifica raised an eyebrow at him, and
Dipper hesitated. “The sunscreen, you Dork. Don’t just grope me.”
“Oh!” Dipper tittered and let go of her breasts to pour some sunscreen on his
hands.
This time Dipper started on her belly in an attempt to dissimulate his more
than blatant obsession with her big breasts, and he actually enjoyed it in a
different way. Pacifica’s belly was her most ticklish area, and the cold lotion
was not helping it, so every time Dipper rubbed it with his hands her belly
twitched and she giggled. Dipper had always been enamored with that. It was his
favorite body part after all. Pacifica however could only take so much
tickling, and she pulled Dipper’s hands on her chest. The boy groped her rather
than applying the sunscreen, and started massaging her breasts in a circular
fashion.
Pacifica moaned lightly and threw her arms back to push her chest out even
further. Once he was done applying the sunscreen all over her breasts, Dipper
was sexually aroused to the point he moved a little closer to her face, hoping
that Pacifica would notice the bulge in his swimsuit, yank his red swimming
trunks down and maybe take him in the mouth to relieve his erection. Pacifica
however simply checked that her skin was properly protected from the sun, and
then thanked him with a smile.
“Um…” Dipper made his best attempt of a sultry tone. “Do you want me to apply
sunscreen anywhere else?” He glanced at the bottom of her purple bikini.
“No, thank you.” Pacifica grabbed her magazine and opened it by the page she
was reading earlier. “I’m fine.”
Somewhat disappointed, Dipper lay down and did the same with his journal. He
however kept ogling Pacifica from the corner of his eye, and every time the
busty blonde scratched her exposed nipples Dipper couldn’t help but squeeze his
Journal and hold back a whimper of arousal.
“You know,” Pacifica said all of a sudden as she stood up and stretched.
“You’re so cute when you’re too shy to ask what you want.” She smirked at him.
“W-what?” Dipper flustered.
Instead of answering, Pacifica walked up to the edge of the water and took off
her bikini bottom.
“Are you coming?” She winked at him seductively over her shoulder, and then
entered the river naked.
Dipper stood up and removed his swimming trunks so hurriedly he tripped and hit
the ground with his face. He quickly stood up again and tittered embarrassedly,
and then hurried to the water after Pacifica. The busty blonde stared amusedly
at how Dipper’s penis swayed left and right as he ran towards her.
The couple swam into the river until the water level was a little above the
navel. Dipper instinctively pulled her closer and rejoiced in the sight of how
her wet naked skin glistened under the sun, highlighting the curves of her hips
and breasts. Pacifica threw her arms around his shoulders, pressed her naked
breasts against his chest and kissed him. Dipper hummed appreciatively at the
feeling of her erected nipples poking the skin on his chest, and he slid his
hands up and down Pacifica’s back. The busty blonde in the meantime shuddered
pleasantly at the physical contact. The water was rather cold, but Dipper’s
body felt very warm; warm enough to make her moan lightly and move her hips in
an attempt to rub the hard erection that was poking her belly.
Pacifica pressed her hands on his chest to part the hug, and looked down at his
erection. She felt both amused and guilty when she noticed Dipper’s foreskin
was red like a tomato. She had apparently overused it earlier in the tent, and
now it had a rash. The busty blonde grabbed his penis to start stroking it
gently, and Dipper winced lightly, but then brought her into a kiss and gave a
little moan as she teased his frenulum.
“Dipper,” Pacifica moved her mouth to his ear and whispered. “I want to feel
you balls deep inside me.” She grinned when she felt his penis twitching
violently in her hand.
Dipper flushed crimson red and tittered.
“Me too.” His eyes widened as he realized what he had said. “I mean… Not your
balls in me! You don’t have balls and even if you did I… ugh.” Dipper groaned
and facepalmed.
“I know what you meant.” Pacifica giggled. “Now you tell me something dirty. I
want to feel a twitch too.”
“Alright, um…” Dipper had been caught completely off-guard. “I’m going to… ah…
stuff your turkey?”
Pacifica blinked in disbelief a few times before speaking.
“What?” She stared at him in complete bewilderment. “Is that really the best
thing you came up with?”
“I think it sounds hot.” Dipper countered and blushed.
“How on earth can you think that’s hot? You’re comparing me to a turkey!
They’re fat and have this… this little thingy hanging from their beak! And they
do ‘gobble, gobble’!”
“You do the ‘gobble, gobble’ pretty well.” Dipper joked but Pacifica kept her
glare. “Okay, let me try again. Um… Wow, Princess. You smell delicious. Nobody
would say you haven’t taken a shower since we left Gravity Falls!”
“Ooookay.” Pacifica scowled at him. “Let’s drop the topic before you say
something worse.”
“Was it really that bad?” Dipper scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “I
just said you smell good.”
“You also said I don’t shower.” Pacifica discreetly sniffed her armpit to make
sure she didn’t smell of sweat. There weren’t any showers in the wilderness,
but she had freshened up that morning in the river. “And one doesn’t just tell
that to a girl, even if it’s a compliment.”
Dipper looked down and frowned, and Pacifica couldn’t help but smile. She knew
he was bashing himself for his poor choice of words, and she found that
absolutely cute.
“However,” She rested a hand on his chest and traced seductive circles with her
forefinger. “I appreciate the effort, and I know you’ll get better at it, so
what do you say we play a game?”
“A game?” Dipper smiled nervously.
“You’re pretty excited.” Pacifica gave his shaft a few pumps and smirked when
Dipper wiggled eagerly. “I say I can suck your Big Dipper off before running
out of air. I’m very positive I can do it; I have the record for the longest
time holding the breath underwater in Gravity Falls after all.”
“You were also the only participant with a private pool.” Dipper remarked with
a smirk. “But sure, you’re on.”
Pacifica took a few deep breaths, and then she went underwater. Her hair was so
full that it quickly pooled above her head on the water surface, keeping Dipper
from seeing what she was doing, but not keeping him from feeling it. The boy
closed his eyes as he gasped and threw his head back. It didn’t take him long
to know he was going to lose this game.
The busty blonde was a very competitive person and she would do anything to
win, even cheating. She grabbed his penis with both hands, the thumbs along the
underside of his penis, and then she stroked him up and down, abusing his
frenulum with her thumbs and flicking her tongue relentlessly against the
opening on the head of his penis. Less than a minute later Dipper’s legs
strained, his hips pushed forwards and his penis twitched violently. Pacifica
was about to take his ejaculation in the mouth, but then she changed her mind,
pulled back and stared at how Dipper came. While underwater, his penis gave the
impression of spraying white smoke instead of the usual thick sticky rope of
semen, and this astonished Pacifica so much she couldn’t stop staring agape at
the show.
Dipper bit his bottom lip and moaned softly his pleasant orgasm, the
oversensitive head of his penis making him wince lightly at the contact with
the cold water of the river. He rested his hands on top of Pacifica’s head and
then she engulfed his penis, the sudden change from the cold water to her hot
mouth making the boy shudder in absolute pleasure.
“Hey Dipper!” Mabel chirped from the riverbank.
The boy shot his eyes open and stared at his sister in horror. She was wearing
her swimsuit, and carrying her towel over one shoulder and her beach bag over
the other.
“M-Mabel! What are you doing here!?” He pressed his hands on Pacifica’s head to
keep her underwater while he pleaded inwardly for Mabel to leave.
“I got bored without anybody to talk to, so I came back. The perfect tan is not
worth it if it’s not fun!” Mabel grinned, but then something on the ground
caught her eye. She picked up his swimming trunks and her happy grin turned
into a teasing one. “Oh, are you skinny dipping?”
“Uh… Yes!” Dipper stroked Pacifica’s head to keep her down just a little
longer. Mabel hadn’t seemed to notice her underwater. “Can you leave for five
minutes while I put something on?”
“Aw, c’mon. It’s not like you have anything I haven’t seen before.” Mabel waved
her hand dismissively. “Hey, where’s Pacifica?”
“Puah!” Pacifica gasped for air as she emerged, her back towards Mabel. She
looked at Dipper so excitedly she failed to notice his face. “Did you see that?
Your Big Dipper shoots like smoke underwater when it cums and…! Why are you so
pale?”
Dipper grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around before she said
anything else. Pacifica noticed Mabel, and then she gave a shriek and covered
her breasts with Dipper’s arms, which were bigger for the task, as her face and
shoulders flushed crimson red in embarrassment.
“Oh, wow, Paz-Paz! How very indecent of you!” Mabel giggled, doing her best
imitation of the heiress’ snobby tone of voice. She then fished out her phone
from the beach bag and took a picture of the naked couple. “Haha, blackmail!”
She smiled slyly. “How much do you think that picture is worth, huh? Because I
always wanted to have my own pony.”
Pacifica growled and Dipper had to let go of her because, even though he
couldn’t see her face, he could perfectly feel she was seething. The angry
blonde then broke into a race towards Mabel, who remained still wondering if
Pacifica would actually leave the water and chase her naked through the shore.
A second later Mabel was screaming and running for her life along the riverbank
with Pacifica very, very close behind. The genuinely scared brunette dropped
her beach bag to gain some more speed and jumped over a bush in the last second
to get into the forest. When Pacifica tried to follow Mabel there, the stones
and twigs hurt her naked foot soles and she had to give up.
“Darn it. She runs like a hare.” The naked blonde panted for air.
“I would’ve run like that too if you had given me that face.” Dipper commented
as he left the water and stared at her awkwardly. Just as he had feared from
the start, Mabel and Pacifica had ended up colliding.
Pacifica rummaged through the dropped beach bag for a second, and then turned
to Dipper with a scowl on her face.
“It’s not here! Argh! I really hate your sister!”
“I guess this killed the mood?” Dipper asked while he grabbed his swimming
trunks.
“What do you think?” She asked sarcastically. “Let’s just go back to the camp.
I have to kill your sister.”
                                     :: ::
***** The Quest for a Great Day *****
Chapter Notes
     Tags for this chapter:
     - Oral sex.
     - Foodplay.
     - Slight dom/sub.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dipper and Pacifica arrived at the camp. They were still wearing their
swimsuits and Dipper was also carrying the beach bag Mabel had left behind when
escaping from Pacifica earlier. Even though Dipper had done his best to calm
Pacifica down, the prideful blonde was still mad. The moment Mabel spotted
them, she stood up from the log she had been sitting on and walked up to
Pacifica. The usually cheerful brunette was back in her camouflage green
sweater and jeans, and she looked clearly nervous. Dipper showed Mabel that he
had picked up her bag for her, and then sat on a log away from them. He knew
from experience that it was best not to meddle in a girl fight.
“Okay, before you do anything,” Mabel put on her best smile and showed her the
phone. “Look at what I did to the picture.”
Pacifica snatched Mabel’s phone and raised an eyebrow. The picture had been
taken from her navel up, featuring Pacifica’s naked breasts with Dipper’s arms
barely covering anything, and half of Dipper’s chest behind Pacifica. Mabel,
however, had edited it in a mobile app. In the place of her naked breasts, now
there were two pineapples. Where Dipper’s nipple had been, there was now a
cherry. Dipper’s face had also an added blush and Pacifica had dark clouds and
lighting over her head.
“Do you like it?” Mabel asked when she noticed the start of a smile on
Pacifica’s face. The prideful blonde, however, quickly glared at her and Mabel
cowered back. “Please don’t kill me…”
“Mabel, I’m really tired of having this same argument every couple months.”
Pacifica scolded her. “Your concept of ‘privacy’ is nonexistent and you always
end up doing something like this to me! What should I do now? Even if you
apologize, I know you’ll do it again! Like the last time, and the one before
that, and a dozen more!”
“I thought it would be funny and you’d laugh too. Sorry…” Mabel looked down and
played with the bottom of her camouflage sweater. “I thought we were just
having fun. I wasn’t really going to blackmail you later.”
“Hmph.” Pacifica cursed inwardly. Mabel resembled Dipper so much when she was
nervous that it was becoming difficult for Pacifica to stay mad at her. “Well…
I like what you did to the picture and, just because of that, I won’t kill you.
But I still think I need to teach you a lesson.” She smirked maliciously. “I
thought while walking back from the river of bending you over my lap and
spanking your butt really hard, but I have changed my mind. Now I think I'll do
something to you when you least expect it. It can be some spanking, or it can
be something worse, but you won’t see it coming."
Mabel tapped her chin thoughtfully as if she were wondering what it could be,
and then she smiled teasingly.
"Wait, you were going to spank me while Dipper watched?" Mabel giggled. "Oh,
Paz-Paz. I didn’t know you were so kinky."
“That’s not what I meant.” Pacifica flushed lightly at the incestuous
assumption. “Here, have your cheap phone back before I change my mind.”
“Are you not going to erase it?” Mabel was astonished.
“Nah.” Pacifica shrugged. “I thought it was worse. Heck, my bikini reveals way
more than those pineapples. You can keep it, but if I see it on the internet
I’m really killing you. My father would have a stroke if he saw it.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.” Mabel grinned. “This one goes
straight to the memories scrapbook! And, in any case, it’s not like there is
internet service here in the middle of the forest.”
“What do you mean there isn’t internet?” Pacifica’s eyes widened and she rushed
to grab her phone from her bag. “How am I going to check my social media then?”
“You actually shouldn’t overuse your phone.” Dipper scratched his cheek. “There
aren’t any electric sockets here either, and I don’t like the idea of using the
pickup truck battery to charge the phones. We need the pickup more than we need
the phones.”
“And what am I supposed to do all day without using the phone?” Pacifica asked
sarcastically. “Write in a journal? Knit sweaters?”
“Just relax and do something you enjoy.” Mabel shrugged and then chirped.
“Remember that we’re on vacations! As for me…” She went to her hammock, lay on
it and yawned. “I think it’s time for a quick beauty nap. Being cute 24/7 is
exhausting.”
“Something I enjoy…?” She frowned thoughtfully.
Pacifica had already read all the fashion magazines she had purchased in the
mall, she didn’t find healthy to do any more sunbathing today with her pale
skin complexion, and she couldn’t draw dresses since she had left her tablet
and sketchbook back at home. She simply didn’t have anything else to do on her
own there in the middle of the forest. The wealthy blonde looked around the
campsite until her eyes landed on Dipper who, after the girls had solved the
argument, he had started eating a bag of chips. Her eyes sparkled with mischief
and she put on a smile full of malice.
“Dipper!” Pacifica said in a demanding tone as she snapped her fingers. “Come
to my tent. Now. And you!” She pointed at Mabel. "I don’t want to see you
anywhere within thirty feet of my tent. Got it?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Mabel waved her hand from the hammock and yawned again. “Don’t
worry about that; I don’t want to be chased down again anytime soon. Just don’t
wake me up. I’ve been up since dawn and I need this nap to keep radiating
cuteness.”
After the couple disappeared inside Pacifica’s tent, Mabel sighed in relief. It
had all gone way better than she had expected. Closing her eyes and smiling,
she tried to catch an hour of sleep.
Mabel couldn’t do it.
An annoying itch in her chest and throat was making her roll over and over on
the hammock, and eventually she groaned and gave in to the itch. Mabel knew she
wouldn’t be able to go to sleep until she satisfied the itch her curiosity was
causing her. She stood up and carefully sneaked near Pacifica’s tent to take a
peek. She didn’t do it for sexual drive; she was just very curious about how
someone like Pacifica and someone like Dipper worked together in that
particular area.
The cheerful brunette quickly spotted Pacifica through the window. Pacifica’s
tent was so big it was divided into two rooms, and in that room in particular
there was an air mattress and a small table with a chair. Pacifica and Dipper
were entangled on her mattress, his arm over her shoulders and her arm resting
on his chest, the bag of chips resting against Dipper’s other side. Mabel
raised an eyebrow when she noticed both of them were still wearing their
swimsuits, and then she heard music, giving away they were just watching a
movie on Pacifica’s laptop, which rested on the table in front of the mattress.
Mabel rolled her eyes and guessed Pacifica hadn’t mentioned anything about that
to her because she was still upset about that time they had watched an R-rated
movie in her bedroom and Pacifica’s parents had found out because of how Mabel
yelled the contents of the movie out loud whenever they happened, which led to
a severe grounding for the young heiress since her parents found the movie
“tasteless”. Mabel shrugged and was about to go back to the hammock when she
did some reasoning: If Pacifica was still upset about the movie thing that had
happened months ago, the threat of doing something to her when she least
expected it was suddenly very real. Mabel changed her mind, and decided to take
her nap inside her tent. She knew she would be safer there after setting up a
couple of well-thought-out traps in case somebody decided to sneak in.
Back inside the tent, Pacifica rested her head on Dipper’s shoulder and smiled.
He seemed to like a lot the series she had downloaded before the trip to watch
together. Pacifica had searched for mystery series, and she had run into “A
Series of Unfortunate Events”. After seeing that, it wasn’t only about mystery,
but also about siblings, she guessed Dipper would love it, and she had been
right. Pacifica herself didn’t mind the kind of series she watched as long as
she didn’t feel like throwing up due to the amount of gore or had trouble
sleeping later at night due to the jump-scares, and this one was nice so far.
She had no way to charge her laptop once it ran out of batteries, but that
wouldn’t happen until they had watched at least a few episodes, so she was good
for today.
Happy about having the rest of the day covered, Pacifica sighed in relief and
grabbed a chip from the bag Dipper was munching his way through. She had
watched the first episode already in her home just to make sure the series were
good, so nothing new to her was playing yet and she seized this chance to pull
away slightly from Dipper and take her time to admire her boyfriend while he
watched the series.
The wealthy blonde had always thought Dipper was cuter when he didn’t know
people were staring at him and he acted completely natural. His brow was
slightly furrowed in concentration, and his hazel eyes sparkled with
intelligence. If the eyes were the window to the soul, Pacifica was certain
Dipper’s soul was pretty smart. The boy was raising one chip after another very
slowly to his mouth without breaking the eye contact with the show, trying to
unravel as many mysteries as possible in his first watch. His cheeks had a
faint permanent blush on them, the result of getting lightly sunburnt earlier
at the river. There was also a little bit of stubble on his chin, enough to
make Pacifica note mentally to nag Dipper to shave himself later.
Being topless, his naked chest drew her eyes. His sparse chest hair had
acquired a slight blond color after their sunbathing session, and his nipples
were amusingly erected at his excitement for the show. Pacifica stroked his
chest affectionately, running a hand over a nipple to tease him, and then she
noticed the great skin color difference between his chest and her arm. Much to
her surprise, Dipper had got slightly tanned with only a couple hours of
sunbathing in the river, whereas she was just as pale as yesterday. She
grumbled something about changing tanning lotions, and then rested her head on
his shoulder to close her eyes and relax, just like Mabel had advised her
earlier. At the moment, it was just the two of them. No controlling parents, no
intrusive twin sister, just the two of them enjoying some quality time watching
a movie and…
CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH
Pacifica felt some crumbs dropping on her arm. She opened her eyes and noticed
that Dipper, in his increasing excitement watching the series, he was being
quite careless about how he ate his chips, and he was dropping crumbs on her
mattress. She cleared her throat, but Dipper didn’t hear her. He was completely
focused on the show. The wealthy heiress got quickly upset at his lack of
manners and she stood up, taking the bag of chips from him.
“You need to eat classier foods with some proper etiquette.” She reprimanded
him as she poked his belly with her feet.
Dipper glanced around and realized the mess of crumbs he had made. He tittered
and was about to apologize when Pacifica left the tent. Dipper was confused and
about to say something, but then Pacifica came back with a large tube of yogurt
in her hand. Dipper moved to the edge of the mattress and sat on it.
“Yogurt is classier than chips?” Dipper looked puzzled.
“This is imported Greek yogurt, for your information, and shush, I’m not done
yet. Wait there.”
Pacifica closed the laptop and put it back in its bag before clearing the table
and laying a tablecloth on it. She turned towards Dipper and sat on the table.
With a wink and a mischievous smile, the wealthy blonde untied her bikini
bottom and tossed it aside, spreading her legs and giving Dipper a full view of
her most private area right before pouring yogurt all over it.
“There, the snack is ready.” She smirked sultrily and patted her thighs
invitingly. “And don’t waste any of it.”
With a flush from ear to ear, the boy blinked his bulging out eyes a couple
times, and then he advanced on his knees towards her, his eyes never leaving
her yogurt coated vulva and his face cracked in such a stupid smirk he looked
eternally grateful for the snack, all of which earned a snicker from Pacifica.
The tasty proposal had caught Dipper entirely by surprise, since foodplay had
been in his list but Pacifica hadn’t addressed it earlier. He had wrongly
guessed she wasn’t interested in it.
Dipper showed his appreciation by landing a series of little kisses along her
inner thigh towards her groin. He then rejoiced in the opportunity and inhaled
deeply the scent of Pacifica’s essence mixed with the sour Greek yogurt. The
smell, combined with the heat emanating from her vulva, intoxicated him to the
point he shuddered violently and his hard penis throbbed painfully inside the
suddenly tight red swimming trunks. He pulled it out for comfort, but he didn’t
stroke it yet. Both of his hands got immediately busy pushing her thighs apart
before he swept his tongue along the coated folds of her womanhood.
The warm, wet pressure of Dipper’s tongue teasing her nether lips made Pacifica
dizzy. The idea of that being a creampie instead of yogurt and having Dipper
lapping it clean crossed her mind and made her pant lightly. She grabbed Dipper
by his chocolate curls to prevent him from pulling away, and then she pushed
her hips up to grant him full access to her most private area. Some of the
yogurt had started to roll down her thighs and buttcheeks, and she wanted her
groin squeaky clean. The boy licked her thoroughly, having some difficulty with
the patch of blond hair shaped like a pine tree, and then put as much of her
vulva in his mouth as he could, moaning lightly and sending a vibrating buzz
through her clitoris. Pacifica squeaked as her hips jolted and her toes
clenched. She hurriedly yanked her bikini top off, and then spilled the rest of
the yogurt over her breasts.
Dipper caught the hint and gave a gentle suck to her clitoris before placing
his tongue on her vaginal entrance, catching as much of her essence as he
could, and then doing a long, slow sweep all the way up to her chin, ending it
with a kiss on her lips that tasted like yogurt. Pacifica’s whole body
shuddered and she began instinctively rocking her hips, needing something
inside herself as soon as possible. Dipper moved down to her breasts and sucked
on a yogurt coated nipple while his hand found its way between her legs and
palmed her hot slick vulva to calm the horrible itch she had there. He had
cleaned her not a second ago, but she was again dripping wet.
Pacifica, however, had her reasons to be so aroused: While Dipper had
ejaculated plenty of times that day, Pacifica was still yet to cum once. She
still suffered shivers on her arm from her traumatic first masturbation
experience and couldn’t masturbate on her own, but the prideful blonde would
not ask help for it. Between that and Mabel’s multiple interruptions during the
day, she was absolutely stressed down there. As if he knew of her weakness,
Dipper started tracing lazy circles with his fingers around her vaginal
entrance while he did the same with his tongue around her left nipple. Pacifica
whimpered louder than she would have liked, and then Dipper inserted his middle
and ring fingers inside her. She gripped them hard with her vaginal muscles in
anticipation and, only when she released them, Dipper began sliding them in and
out.
“D-Dipper… Oh gosh, faster p-please…” Pacifica moaned in delight and started to
feel pleasant prickles all over her groin.
The boy pressed his hand on her belly to push her down to her elbows on the
table and get a better angle, and then he started giving quick licks to her
breasts, cleaning as much yogurt as possible with each sweep of the tongue, all
while his fingers performed slow yet firm and deep pumps in and out of her.
The horny blonde gave him an upset glare; the kind of glare that always started
a fire in his groin, and hoped he knew better than doing the exact opposite of
what she had asked. Dipper flushed crimson red and his penis gave a noticeable
twitch on its own. He had always found Pacifica especially hot whenever she
scowled and gave him a blue-eyed murderous look, and now it was one of those
moments. The boy smacked lips with her and flicked his thumb over her clitoris,
feeling her twitch around his fingers and moan in his throat. Pacifica threw
her head back to start panting heavily after the second flick of his thumb, and
Dipper punished her for breaking the kiss by nipping her on the jawline, then
on the neck, and then on her collarbone, branding her body all while increasing
the speed his fingers were pumping in and out of her.
The tent was soon filled with the sound of Pacifica’s wetness sloshing around
the blur of Dipper’s hand and staining the tablecloth. Her panting turned into
an ululating sound that surpassed the sloshing, all while the practically
unbearable burning tension in her groin made her strain her belly and bend her
legs. Dipper then moved his mouth to her left perky breast, the cleaner one,
and gently bit down on it using his top teeth and his bottom lip before quickly
rolling his tongue around the nipple. The perfect rhythm of Pacifica’s
ululating was ruined by an added squeak, and then she threw her arms and legs
around Dipper, holding to him for dear life as her orgasm gave her the
sensation of being floating up in the sky and suffering vertigo, her hips
bucking slightly against his hand in an attempt to feel him even deeper.
After a long sigh of satisfaction, Pacifica collapsed on her back, stuffing
Dipper’s face between her breasts. The boy gently pulled his fingers out of her
overly sensitive canal, making her shudder, and then he traced a line of kisses
along her breastbone before standing up.
Dipper knew Pacifica was too sensitive for sex at the moment, but the foodplay
had rendered him so sexually aroused that his throbbing erection needed release
as soon as possible. He used the fingers coated with her cream to lubricate his
penis and started stroking himself slowly, drinking in the sight of his post-
orgasmic girlfriend. Pacifica was a little messy, with a fine sheen of sweat on
her chest and forehead, some of the sweat beads mixing up with the remaining
yogurt and rolling down her sides to form a sticky mess in her disheveled hair.
The sight, however, was not displeasing for Dipper, but quite the opposite. He
could see the sheer happiness emanating from her very being, and having
Pacifica not looking stunningly flawless was such a novelty for the boy that
his penis ached even more for release, and his hands weren’t enough anymore. He
needed to ejaculate inside something naturally blonde, warm, wet, and also very
rich.
Pacifica opened her eyes when she felt him rubbing her nether lips with the
head of his penis. Dipper’s eyes expressed a great need, and his penis was
crimson red. Pacifica prompted herself on her wobbling elbows with some
difficulty.
“Wait.” She pressed a hand on his belly to stop him while she recovered her
breath. Then the expression of ecstasy and exertion on her face was replaced by
her usual smug smirk. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“You don’t want it?” Dipper nudged her clit with his glans, coating it with his
precum, in an attempt to persuade her.
“I actually do,” Pacifica shivered at the light hot pressure on her love
button. “But I still want to hear you say it. What do you really want to do
now? What do you need?”
“Uh…” Dipper hesitated. It wasn’t something he was used to say aloud.
The prideful blonde put on a saucy smile and moved the hand on his belly down
to his penis to grab it by the glans.
"Say it, my Big Dipper. Humor me.”
"I—Ahhh!” Dipper moaned when she squeezed the aching head of his penis. “I-
I need to cum inside you. Please." He babbled as he pushed his hips forwards to
receive another squeeze.
"Good boy." Pacifica chuckled mockingly, released his throbbing penis and
leaned back as she spread her legs wide open and pulled the folds of her vulva
apart to show him how wet she was inside her canal. "So you think you can put
that underclass sticky seed in this high class womb?"
"Princess you're turning me on a lot speaking like that." He attempted to lean
in between her legs and penetrate her, but Pacifica closed her legs first.
"Ah-ah-ah!” Pacifica scolded him playfully. “No touching yet. I want you to do
something for me first.” She started tracing lazy circles around her clitoris,
which Dipper followed with hungry eyes. “I’m willing to take it as deep into
the womb as you want, and as many times as you can endure…” She paused for a
second to dip a finger inside her flooded canal and see how Dipper’s penis
twitched violently and his hands started to shake lightly, and then she gave
him a smile full of malice. “…But only if you manage to bring me Mabel’s new
dildo and we play with it before returning it.”
“Uh… what?” The request had caught Dipper by surprise and he had been left
completely dumbfounded.
“I’d pay a fortune to see her face when she realizes I have used it and creamed
all over it!” Pacifica laughed in the smug way Dipper recognized from when she
bullied somebody.
“But… Pacifica, what if Mabel has used it already?” Dipper tried to discourage
her. He didn’t like the idea of playing with something his sister had used to
masturbate.
“Oh, you’re right.” Pacifica tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Wash it in the
river first, and then bring it to me. But don’t wash it before returning it. I
want her to know what I have done.”
“But—“
“It seems you have a big load ready.” Pacifica sat up, looked down at his penis
and cupped his balls to silence him. “It’d be a waste that we didn’t give it a
good use, don’t you think?” She raised only her eyes to give him a seductive
look, and Dipper’s penis began throbbing very noticeably and producing so much
precum it leaked down the shaft and stained her palm.
Pacifica smirked and let go of him without saying anything else, stood up from
the table and ran a finger along his chest as she walked past him to the
mattress. She lay on her belly and grabbed the bag of chips to start eating
then, her back at him. She didn’t have to do anything else; she only kept
smirking because she knew even before Dipper himself did, that she had
convinced him already.
Dipper nodded with some retardation a few seconds later, and raised his
swimming trunks, determined to fulfill the kinky task. He got one final look to
dissipate any remaining doubts in his mind, and it worked perfectly to the
point he was left breathless. Pacifica had her butt lightly pushed up, giving
Dipper an eyeful of her slick slit and of the whitish fluid, result of her
recent orgasm, oozing out of it and rolling down her mound and onto the
bedding. The boy wondered if she would let him take her from behind; a position
they hadn’t explored yet because, as Pacifica had put it when proposed in the
past, ‘it is not fun for me to just stand there on all fours doing nothing’.
Dipper shook the dizziness out of his head and hurriedly left her tent.
Pacifica’s smirk turned into a wide grin when she heard the flap of her tent
closing. She hadn’t expected him to agree.
Chapter End Notes
     I was told that shorter chapters are preferred to read. I myself
     don't mind splitting a 50k words story into 10 chapters instead of 5
     since the story itself doesn't change in the end, so shorter chapters
     it is. I'll try to have next chapter next weekend.
***** The Misunderstanding in a Great Day *****
Chapter Notes
     Tags for this chapter:
     - Pseudo Incest.
     - Size Difference.
     - Scent Kink
The logical place to search for the dildo was Mabel’s tent, but Dipper couldn’t
see her on the hammock, and he imagined she would be in her tent. That made
things difficult. He took a peek through the window, wishing wholeheartedly not
to catch his twin masturbating and cause a conflict with his current erection,
and then he was relieved to find out she was just sleeping soundly with one leg
out of the sheets. He slid a hand into his swimming trunks to see if he could
somehow calm his penis down a little, since he didn’t see it a good idea to
enter his sister’s tent with such a noticeable boner, but his erection seemed
to be a very good one. Dipper considered rubbing a quick one out and cleaning
himself with some tree leaves, but he didn’t want to waste his load. Groaning
about his situation, Dipper very carefully opened the zipper of Mabel’s tent
and got in with his full erection, only to find out about another issue.
The floor of Mabel’s tent was entirely covered in squeaky plush toys as if it
were a minefield, which Dipper recognized as Mabel’s trademark defense against
intruders. He found it amusing yet troublesome. He was very well aware that if
he stepped on one, Mabel would wake up and his chances of getting the dildo
would end there, but he had to praise her creativity nonetheless. Dipper walked
further into the tent, careful not to step on any toy, and with his back bent;
their tents were way smaller than Pacifica’s, and then he wondered where he
could find her dildo.
Dipper examined his sister first. Mabel was wearing a sleep mask and sleeping
on her back, one hand over her head and the other draped on her belly, one leg
under the sheets and the other out and off the mattress. She had taken off the
sweater for sleeping and was wearing her magenta tank top and purple shorts.
Dipper didn’t see the dildo anywhere on her mattress, so he went to her travel
bag and opened it very, very slowly.
ZAP!
Three snakes-in-a-can sprang out of Mabel’s travel bag all of a sudden when
Dipper opened it, and one of them hit him right in the forehead. It didn’t hurt
at all, but it startled Dipper so much that he yelped and fell back on Mabel’s
air mattress.
“Huttah!” Mabel woke up and then she immediately grappled her legs around
Dipper’s armpits and pulled him on top of her, her hands quickly touching his
face to see who it was since her eyes were still covered by the sleep mask.
“Who’s this? Dipper? Pacifica sent you to prank me?”
“What? Mabel! Let go of me!” He tried to break free, but Mabel’s legs had a
strong grip around him and from behind.
“You’re refusing to talk, huh?” Mabel stuck her tongue out and gave Dipper’s
cheek a long lick. “What about now?”
“Ewwww! Mabel!” Dipper protested.
“Hey!” She savored the taste in her mouth. “Your cheek tastes kinda sour!”
Mabel gave him two more licks. “I taste… Greek yogurt and what else?”
Dipper flushed red and his eyes widened as saucers when he realized Mabel was
savoring the traces of Pacifica’s vaginal fluids around his mouth.
“Nothing!” He quickly lied. “Just yogurt! Look, I’m not here to prank you. Let
me go and I’ll explain it.”
“Okay, but don’t run away or I’ll camp your tent until you’re back!” She joked.
Mabel released the vicious grip of her legs and let Dipper stand up. She then
finally removed her sleep mask and sat up, giving her brother a smile. Her
eyes, however, stopped halfway up his body and her mouth hung open. There was a
throbbing bulge in Dipper’s swimming trunks and, since he was standing up with
his back lightly bent over, it was at the height of Mabel’s face.
“Mabel, I need to ask you a huge favor.” Dipper started speaking and pressed
his hands together to show her how serious he was.
“Um…” Mabel flustered. “I don’t know… I’m not that kind of sister, and Pacifica
would spank my butt so hard if she found out that I wouldn’t be able to sit
down in a week, so…” She started tracing circles awkwardly on the bedding with
her finger.
“What?” Dipper then looked down and spotted his ragging erection. “Oh my gosh!
No, no, no, no!” He covered the bulge with his hands.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Mabel attempted to calm him down. “It’s not your entirely
fault. I have to take some of the blame for being irresistibly cute.” She
shrugged.
“I’m not here for that!” Dipper squeaked. “Why on Earth would you think I’m
here for that!?”
“Oh, you’re not? Phew.” Mabel sighed in relief and tilted her head. “Well, I
don’t know. It’s you who entered my tent with a boner.” She reached out for the
hand covering his erection, and gave it two squeezes. “Honk-honk!”
“Mabel!” Dipper shrieked and slapped her hand away. “Don’t do that!”
The cheerful brunette burst into giggles.
“Sorry, bro-bro, but you’re too much fun.” She patted the bed next to her. “Sit
down and tell me about that favor. Unless you’re comfortable bending your back
like that.”
Dipper slumped down next to her, his hands still covering the bulge in his
swimming trunks, and then he groaned at how awkward he felt, and at how what
had just happened would bother him for a few weeks.
“Well?” Mabel nudged him. “What was the favor? You know you can always count on
me to help you out!” She cheered enthusiastically.
“I sneaked into your tent because…” Dipper sighed. “…I really need to borrow
your dildo right now.”
“My dildo?” Mabel shot both eyebrows up in bewilderment.
“I promise I’ll wash it before returning it, but I really need it now.” He
insisted.
“Uh…” Mabel gave him an awkward smile. “I know we’re twins and we share
everything and all that, but… EW!” She shuddered in revulsion. “I'm not using
something that has been in your butt regardless of how many times you wash it.
Nuh-huh! BOB is mine and I’m not letting you borrow it for that!"
“It’s not for me!” Dipper groaned and facepalmed soundly. “Gosh, what’s
happening to us with all these misunderstandings today?”
“Then… Ohhhh!” Clarity dawned on Mabel as her eyes widened, and then she
grinned teasingly. “So Paz-Paz did send you to prank me after all! What has she
promised you for bringing her my dildo?”
Dipper looked down and a stupid smile crept over his face.
“Everything.” He flushed red and didn’t say anything else.
“Hmm…” Mabel drummed her fingers on her knees. “I guess… I could always get a
new one on the trip back home, and I kinda feel I owe you guys after
interrupting earlier, so…” Mabel reached under her pillow and fished out what
looked like the phone wool pouch she had been knitting earlier. She removed the
sheath to pull out her rainbow colored glass dildo with beads on the shaft, and
offered it to him.
“You would do that for me?” Dipper’s eyes sparkled full of gratitude.
“Yup!” Mabel nodded. “I’m the big sis after all! Gotta take care of you two
dummy lovebirds.”
“Oh my gosh, thank you!” Dipper tackled her into a hug and kissed her cheek.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“Okay, okay.” Mabel chuckled and pushed him away. “It’s kind of weird that you
hug me with that boner poking my thigh.”
“Sorry!” Dipper immediately parted away. “Sorry, sorry. So…” He grabbed the
dildo by the handle and smiled awkwardly without knowing how to express his
need to leave.
“Go bonk her brains out, soldier!” Mabel saluted him militarily. “Just try to
keep the screaming to a minimum. I’m trying to sleep here.”
Dipper thanked her once more and then he rushed out of the tent. He ran fast to
the river, feeling absolutely joyful and full of energy. His long awaited
creampie was at last within grasp, and he couldn’t wait to have sex with
Pacifica and filling her up again and again until passing out balls deep inside
her. And the only thing he had done to achieve it was taking something valued
by his sister from her.
The boy slowed down until he stopped in the middle of the forest.
“Am I really going to do this for a silly rump?” He looked down at the dildo
and frowned.
Inside his chest, Dipper felt a small yet overwhelming pressure that, even if
it was masked almost completely by sexual arousal, it was still there, and it
was guilt. He felt angry and disappointed at himself.
On one hand, he had craved to creampie Pacifica ever since they had started
making out years ago. Whether it was because of a reproductive instinct or just
sexual drive, he didn’t know. He only knew he wanted it. The few nude slips
they had while growing up didn’t help calming that desire down at all, let
alone how she had let him drive into her raw for their first time, but even
then he had never protested about the condoms or asked her to take the pill. It
was her body, her rules. He was happy with their sexual relationship using
protection and not worrying about undesired consequences, but ever since
Pacifica had relit his creampie fetish back in the mall, he had been having
trouble thinking about anything else, and now that he had it all within reach,
his penis was demanding him to do whatever it took to achieve it.
On the other hand, even if Mabel had taken the joke a little too far, Dipper
didn’t think she should be pranked to this level. The boy had thought Pacifica
would demand Mabel to take off her pants, since that way they would be even by
having seen each other’s bottoms bare, and Dipper would have been okay with
that. Pacifica however had bribed him with sex in exchange for stealing from
his own sister, and while Dipper was used to have Pacifica reinforcing her
arguments with her beauty; usually by hugging his arm and pressing her breasts
against it as she insisted, he was worried about how far she would take it if
he kept consenting her that behavior, and what kind of person he would become
if he kept giving in to it.
At the same time, however, he wondered if he was just pondering everything too
much.
Dipper thought about it for five full minutes, and then he sighed and walked
back to the tents. He opened the flap of Mabel’s tent and got inside.
“Um… Mabel?”
“Wha-What?” Mabel sat up, her sleep mask again covering her eyes. “Dipper, is
that you? Heh, I had a very funny dream. You came in with a boner asking me
to…” She removed her sleep mask. “…Oh. I knew there wasn’t enough glitter in it
to be a dream!” She slapped her thigh and looked slightly displeased at being
wrong, but then she quickly started smiling again.
“Here.” Dipper handed her the dildo.
“Did… um… Pacifica like it?” She asked awkwardly after grabbing it warily,
seeing how it was apparently clean.
“You’re a fast sleeper. I didn’t leave that long ago.” Dipper smiled teasingly,
and then he gave a disheartened sigh, but full of serenity. “She didn’t get to
use it. I changed my mind.”
“Say wha…?” Mabel’s eyes widened as saucers. “You put your foot down? Against
Pacifica? And you lived?”
“Well…” Dipper rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. “She doesn’t know
about it yet, and I guess she won’t be happy, but I didn’t feel it right to
take something from you just because she bribed me. Besides,” He looked down
and smiled faintly. “Don’t tell her about this, but I kind of found your joke
funny.”
”Aw… Thanks, Dipper!” Mabel beamed with pride after someone finally caught her
joke, and then addressed the topic that interested her. “So you did put your
foot down!” She was astonished. “Wow, bro-bro. I don’t know what she’ll think
of it, but if you and I were dating, you would’ve just passed a test!” She
praised.
“Huh.” Dipper quickly cupped his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe it’s actually that?
I mean, I was assertive, right?”
“With a capital 'a'!” She grinned, proud of her brother.
“Something creative, something creative…” Dipper racked his brains for a
second. “Got it! Thanks, Mabel! I’ll try to keep it low so that you can sleep.”
“Don’t bother about it.” Mabel stretched and yawned. “You have woken me up
twice already! I’ll have to put a lock on that flap if I want to catch some
shuteye around here!”
“Sorry.” Dipper smiled sheepishly.
“You’re lucky I don’t hold grudges, even though I’ve been up since six in the
morning…” She rubbed her eyes drowsily. “I guess I’ll get up in five minutes
and knit something.”
“Don’t peek then!” He teased her and left her tent.
Dipper ran back into Pacifica’s tent. He breathed deeply a couple times in the
hall to calm himself, and then he entered the bedroom of the tent.
Pacifica was sat up on the bed, her legs crossed, and munching the chips. She
hadn’t liked them much at first, but they had an acquired taste and now she
loved them to the point of almost wolfing the bag down. The busty blonde
quickly stopped, slightly embarrassed at her hypocrisy with the lack of
etiquette eating the chips, and cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Do you have it?” She talked before Dipper teased her about her lack of
manners, and brushed a few crumbs off her breasts.
The boy took a second to appreciate how her breasts jiggled while being
cleaned.
“I don’t have it, but…” He interrupted her before she opened her mouth to
protest. “…I have something better than the biggest dildo you could imagine.
What do you say?”
“Hmph…”
Pacifica feigned to consider it for a second. In truth, she would accept
whatever Dipper had come up with for the sake of having fun and passing time,
but she wouldn’t miss the opportunity of seeing her boyfriend suffering a
little.
“Well, I don’t think we can do this since you failed to do your part…” She
giggled inwardly when Dipper looked completely desolated. “…Buuuut you really
caught my interest. What is it? Is it magical?”
“Just a little.” He perked up and grinned mysteriously. “Close your eyes, and
lie on your back. Here, at the foot of the mattress.”
It took a second for Pacifica to agree. Even if she fully trusted Dipper, she
wasn’t a fan of the kind of surprises that required her to close her eyes and
be fully vulnerable to a possible pranking. Dipper’s mysterious smile had
however spiked her interest even more, and now she was very curious. Curious
enough to open one eye just a tiny bit after placing herself in the position he
had requested.
“Hey!” Dipper threw some of her hair over her eyes. “No cheating!”
Pacifica smirked, but complied and kept her eyes closed shut after readjusting
her hair. Through the closed eyelids, she noticed a blue flash, and heard
Dipper grunting with some effort. Pacifica then felt how everything got darker,
as if something was put in the way of sunlight over her face. A powerful yet
arousing musky scent invaded her nostrils and she frowned. The smell was
familiar. Something wet and warm dripped on her lower belly, causing her to
quiver and reach out for whatever Dipper was holding over her.
“What the…?” Her first impression when she opened her eyes was that Dipper was
holding his thigh over her face and chest, but his thigh had never been so
hard, neither had it throb before or had a huge scrotum attached to it.
“Surprise!” Dipper dropped on his knees and let his 40 inches long penis fall
on top of Pacifica’s face, chest and even part of her belly of how big the
penis was.
Her reaction was not what Dipper had expected. Pacifica got so startled by such
a huge cock dropping on her face that she shoved it aside and hurriedly crawled
towards the opposite end of the bed, staring at it as if something horrible had
happened to Dipper. The penis was huge, so big Dipper had to constantly hold it
with his hands to keep it from toppling him over. The shaft was thick like his
thigh, the balls were big as a sack of potatoes, and his glans was oozing a
bead of precum big enough to fill a shot glass.
“You don’t like it.” Dipper interpreted her reaction.
“Oh my gosh, what did you do!?” Pacifica practically shrieked. “You ruined it!”
Dipper chuckled when he realized Pacifica thought it was permanent.
“Don’t worry. I just grew it with the magic flashlight. I can shrink it back
when we’re done.” He pointed at the flashlight resting on the table.
“But…” Pacifica tilted her head to the side. “Why didn’t you just bring the
dildo instead of doing this? What on Earth made you think this was a better
idea than the dildo?”
“Mabel kind of caught me and… I didn’t want to steal from my sister.” Dipper
smiled sheepishly. “Later I figured that maybe this whole thing could be a test
where you wanted me to be assertive and say no, and then be creative and do
something different from what you had asked—”
“Or maybe I just thought her dildo was awesome and wanted to try it myself.”
Pacifica pinched the bridge of her nose. “Really, Dork. You overthink stuff
sometimes. What are we going to do with something that big? It won’t fit
anywhere without killing me!”
“Well… I’ve been actually improvising for a while now, so… I don’t know.”
Dipper rubbed the back of his head at his inability to proceed without a plan.
“Maybe we can fool around for a while like this, and then I can shrink it for
the main event? Only if you want to, of course.”
Pacifica frowned at him, and then measured the humongous penis with her eyes.
She was a hundred percent positive that not even the glans would fit in her
mouth, let alone in her vagina.
There was however certain attractive to it. The first thing she noticed was how
its throbbing was way more entrancing now that it was that big. The hormonal
scent coming from it was also quite inviting, and the way Dipper wiggled made
his oversized shaved balls dangle from side to side in an almost funny way.
The wealthy blonde crawled towards the oversized penis and rested a hand on it.
The shaft gave a little jerk at her cold palm, like the head of a horse
reluctant to be petted, and a bead of precum oozed out of the tip and dropped
to stain the bedding.
“This…” Pacifica shuddered at how the potent musky odor assaulted her senses;
her vulva tingling while a trickle of excitement dribbled down her leg. “…This
may turn out to be pretty hot.”
“You like it then.” Dipper felt slightly embarrassed at having her staring so
intently at his humongous penis. “So… what do we do?”
Pacifica shushed him and pushed his penis up, almost making Dipper lose his
balance. The boy sat on his knees and held his oversized penis vertically
against his chest with his arms, the tip practically brushing his chin, as
Pacifica traced a line of kisses down the shaft. Once she reached the scrotum,
she grabbed each potato-sized testicle in one hand and grinned broadly as if
she had been brought her favorite meal to the dining table and didn’t know
where to start. She could feel his testicles hot and heavy with cum.
The horny blonde trailed small pathways of saliva over his shaved balls as she
caressed and fondled them. She tried putting one in her mouth but not even that
fit inside her. They were like a potato each. Giving up on engulfing his balls,
Pacifica spread them and then buried her face in the spot where the shaft met
the scrotum. His musk assaulted her senses mercilessly, overloading them with
his thick masculine odor in such a way that she squeezed his balls a little too
tightly, making Dipper suppress a moan. The boy then giggled when air tickled
the wrinkled skin of his ball sack as Pacifica breathed in deeply to get
intoxicated in his scent.
With an unbearable heat flaring between her legs, Pacifica stuck out her tongue
and ran it along the underside of his penis from base to tip; her tongue going
dry without saliva halfway up. At first, Dipper only saw blonde hair coming up
at each side of the oversized shaft hiding Pacifica’s face, but eventually, at
the top of his penis appeared her blue eyes, then her vibrant red cheeks, and
then a completely dry and panting in excitement mouth. Pacifica quickly pressed
her lips on the bead of precum on the tip of Dipper’s penis and slurped it,
refilling the wetness of her mouth with his natural lubricant and moaning
softly when the mildly salty taste caused her mind to go blank with lust. She
swished it around in her mouth for a second and then swallowed it, gasping for
another dose of his pungent musky odor.
“Okay…” She panted. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I love this ‘big
dipper’ idea so far.”
Aroused to no end and feeling slutty, Pacifica grabbed the edge of the foreskin
covering his glans with her teeth and gave him a suggestive wink while she
tugged it down. Dipper, having both hands busy holding his humongous penis up
against his chest and essentially being unable to interact, he only flushed red
and smiled nervously as his glans was exposed to the dry air of the tent. The
boy groaned and twitched when Pacifica started running her tongue along the
corona of his glans, and then yelped and shivered when she used her thumb to
massage his meatus, the slit on the tip of his penis, up and down gently.
“D-don’t do that!” Dipper cringed and suppressed a moan.
“Do what?” Pacifica asked with feigned innocence as she pressed the tip of her
thumb into his urethra. “This?”
“Y-yes!” Dipper clenched his eyes shut in discomfort.
“Alright then.” She removed her thumb and then smirked with malice. “How about
this though?”
Pacifica pressed her lips on his meatus and teased it with the tip of her
tongue before pushing a little bit of it inside. What Dipper had originally
deemed as a cringy experience turned out to be quite pleasant as the boy
groaned and pushed his penis up slightly to have Pacifica’s tongue deeper
inside his oversized cock. When the boy felt his balls tightening, his eyes
bulged out.
“P-Pacifica, I’m-gonna-cum-very-SOON!” He quickly warned her.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Pacifica pulled back and pressed her palm on the tip of his
penis, naively blocking the possible cumshot. The dryness of her palm, however,
annoyed Dipper enough to push his orgasm a little further away. “I haven’t even
started having my fun!”
The busty blonde tugged at Dipper’s arms and released his oversized penis,
allowing it to fall and lie horizontally on the air mattress with a soft POOF.
Before Dipper could protest at how careless Pacifica was handling his big yet
delicate penis, she swung a leg over it, straddling the humongous cock with her
back at Dipper, and brought his palms to her breasts to silence him.
With a newfound childlike excitement, Dipper kept quiet and greedily squeezed
the softness of her plump breasts, grinning stupidly at the sight over her
shoulder of flesh being forced through the gaps between his fingers every time
he squeezed. He could only marvel at how despite their full and heavy weight,
they filled his hands perfectly.
The boy felt her wetness smearing his cock as Pacifica started humping the
shaft back and forth like a pillow. Whenever her butt gently hit the base of
his penis, Dipper gave a soft moan and another squeeze to her breasts, as well
as a small shiver when her long luscious hair tickled his belly and chest. The
busty blonde started panting more frequently with every pass of her slit over
the skin of his penis, and she reached out over her shoulder to seize a grip on
Dipper’s chocolate curls and bury his face in her neck as she increased the
pace at which she ground herself on the humongous cock.
Dipper smirked and got back at her for all the teasing licks she had given him
earlier by sticking his tongue out and licking the salty flesh of her neck.
With every long sweep of the tongue along her sensitive flesh, he lightly
pinched and twisted her hard, succulent nipples and pulled at them for a second
before releasing them and rejoicing in how her breasts jiggled at the
treatment. Even if this was joyful and even amusing for Dipper, it was proving
to be too much for the busty blonde and soon she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Dipper… Dipper…” Pacifica moaned his name and tilted her head to the side to
give his lips a better access to her neck, her ever-present confident smirk
completely ruined by her need to cum.
Hearing his name made his chest tingle pleasantly and excited him. Dipper
reassured his grip on her large breasts from behind and massaged them in
circles, making sure to leave the erected nipples trapped between two fingers,
and then he pulled Pacifica to lean back against his chest as he started giving
hungry kisses on her neck and whispering ‘princess’ with desire after each
kiss, until he nipped the flesh there.
Pacifica tightened the grip on his hair, yanking at it, as she clenched her
eyes shut, bit her bottom lip, fervently ground her hips on his humongous cock,
and finally came hard all over his shaft with a wail of pleasure.
After a few seconds of being entirely tensed up as her orgasm washed over her,
she started to come down, dropping her arms and resting her head on Dipper’s
shoulder, completely spent, while the boy let his hands wander over her sweaty
post orgasmic body, her hips twitching now and then with the sharp aftershocks
of her climax.
Dipper slid two fingers under her to gather some of the cream coating his shaft
and raised them to Pacifica’s face. The panting blonde hesitated for a second,
but then she obediently sucked clean the fingers coated with her own juices and
grinned, his fingers still in her mouth, when she saw how Dipper flushed red
and felt how his penis twitched under her.
“You want your turn now?” She dismounted from the shaft and lay on her back,
spreading her legs as she smiled saucily at him.
“Yes!” Dipper practically blurted out and attempted to stand out, despite the
humongous penis, to grab the magic flashlight.
“Wait!” Pacifica stopped him. “Don’t shrink it.”
“What?” Dipper was confused; anything that wasn’t 'give me a creampie' was
difficult to register in his mind at the moment.
“I want you to cum like that.” Pacifica bit her bottom lip as she gave his
oversized penis a hungry stare. “Yes… Like that. I wouldn’t mind having another
protein bar right now.” She commented while absently pinching her sore nipples.
Dipper considered protesting for a second, but then he decided to give in. It
wasn’t just every day that they did this; it was actually the first time they
used magic for their sexual relationship, and furthermore he found arousing the
idea of ejaculating in Pacifica’s mouth, coating her perfect pearl white teeth
with his seed and giving her exquisite palate a taste of himself.
The boy walked on his knees with some difficulty while holding the humongous
penis until he laid it in between Pacifica’s legs. It was so long it reached up
her entire torso when resting against her, his balls in contact with her vulva
at the same time the tip brushed her chin. Dipper gave a soft sigh when the
busty blonde accommodated the end of his shaft in between her warm soft
breasts, and then he shivered when she grabbed his foreskin with her hands to
retract it once again and expose his sensitive glans, and breathed her warm,
but dry, air on it.
Pacifica gave the tip a quick flick of the tongue and Dipper reflexively pushed
forwards and moaned as a bead of precum dropped on her lips. His balls ached
for release after being blue-balled for half an hour. Pacifica wrapped her legs
around Dipper’s waist and her arms around the massive shaft, rubbing herself on
it and landing more wet kisses on the sensitive glans. Dipper could feel her
excitement wetting the area where his shaft met his balls; Pacifica was getting
once again aroused at the musky scent now on top of her.
The busty blonde pressed one hand on his penis above her own groin, making sure
the big throbbing vein running along the underside of his shaft rubbed her
vulva just right, and the other hand on the penis above her breasts to keep it
comfy, all while she rocked her hips up and down for pleasure, whimpering for
more. More precum oozed out of Dipper’s urethra, and Pacifica slurped and
swallowed it hungrily as she kept rocking herself back and forth the shaft, her
mouth now giving little kisses and licks to the head of his penis in an attempt
to make Dipper produce more precum and satisfy her hunger.
When Dipper started panting in pleasure, he grabbed Pacifica by her knees,
pressed her legs at both sides of his shaft and began to thrust gently in
between her thighs. Every time Dipper thrust in, his oversized balls gently
nudged Pacifica’s butt, something she found arousing. The boy leaned forwards;
he liked kissing Pacifica when ejaculating while having sex, but with his
magically grown penis in the way he had to refrain himself from doing it.
Instead, he rubbed his face against the side of her leg as a display for
affection. In return, Pacifica smiled warmly and tightened her grip around his
shaft, stopping Dipper’s thrusts, and then she sucked on his meatus, slipping
as much of her tongue as the tight exit of his urethra allowed.
“Oh, holy shit…” Dipper groaned.
When she heard him swearing right before orgasm and giving a sharp thrust
forward, Pacifica couldn’t help but grin. Dipper never used any swear words, so
she guessed this would be a particularly big orgasm.
She could have never imagined to what extent.
Pacifica felt his penis pulsing on top of her body; she could swear she felt
the semen traveling through it, and then a sudden hot white rope filled up her
mouth to the point her cheeks puffed out. She swallowed eagerly three times,
feeling a warmth throughout her body as his salty seed went down her throat.
The second ejaculation came barely half a second afterwards and put the first
one to shame as trickles of cum leaked out of her mouth and dribbled down both
sides of it. Pacifica tried to pull away and breath but, driven by pleasure,
Dipper gave a thrust forwards as the third ejaculation left his penis and
landed in Pacifica’s mouth the very moment she inhaled. The sticky fluid went
down the wrong pipe and Pacifica coughed and snorted a rope of semen out of her
nose.
The startled blonde managed to push Dipper’s cock up, freeing the tip of his
penis from her mouth and allowing herself to breathe, but accidentally aiming
it at her face. Then, the blue balls Dipper had suffered for the last thirty
minutes released the rest and made her vision go literally white.
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“AHH!”
At the scream coming from Pacifica’s tent, Mabel raised her eyes from the mini-
sweater she had been knitting for the last thirty minutes with the intention of
making a squirrel wear it and take of picture of the cute animal. Mabel tilted
her head in confusion at the sound and was about to stand up and check on the
couple to see if something had gone wrong, but the flap of Pacifica’s tent
opened up first and Pacifica came out of it coughing and spitting.
Or Mabel guessed it was Pacifica by the height and blonde hair, since the
person that had come out of the tent had the head and part of the chest
entirely covered in a layer of pearly white fluid. After the initial surprise,
Mabel confirmed it was Pacifica by lowering her eyes and noticing how she was
entirely naked.
The angry blonde drew two fingers to her eye and wiped the semen away from her
sight.
“If I see your phone,” Pacifica growled when she saw how Mabel was grinning
teasingly at her. “I’m sticking it hard where the sun doesn’t shine.”
“Sure…” Mabel had to raise her knuckles to her mouth to keep herself from
bursting into laughter when joke after joke involving cumshots and facials
invaded her mind.
“And the same goes to you and your stupid magic flashlight! I’m never doing
this again!” Pacifica barked into the tent as she grabbed a towel and stormed
off to the river, grumbling while dripping semen on the grass. “No, the fault
is mine because I’m dumb and never learn! Every time I go with him to one of
his nerd mystery hunts something happens to me and only me! Every time! Why
would this be any different!? I don’t know why the heck I agreed to this…! It
came out of my nose!”
Once the pissed off blonde was out of earshot, there was a pink flash in
Pacifica’s tent and then Dipper came out through the flap, his swimming trunks
back in place and an embarrassed expression with flushed red cheeks on his
face. When he spotted Mabel he turned around and attempted to go back into the
tent unnoticed, but Mabel had seen him clearly.
“No, no, no.” Mabel called for him. “Come here, bro-bro.”
Dipper turned around and put on an awkward smile as he walked up to his sister.
“You saw Pacifica?” He asked.
“Uh-huh. Tell me, what did you say when I grew my Mabel puppies using certain
flashlight?” She scolded him.
“That magic is not a toy.” Dipper mumbled.
“And what did you do then?” Mabel raised an eyebrow.
“I took away the flashlight.” He replied tiredly.
“Yup.” Mabel extended her hand, and Dipper reluctantly placed the flashlight on
it.
Defeated, but ultimately pleased and still in his afterglow, Dipper stretched
and went to the river to wash off the sweat.
When Mabel made sure she was alone, she aimed the flashlight at the miniature
sweater and grew it to a normal size one. Grinning, she put it on.
“Heh. This makes knitting too easy.”
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