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Pining Hearts	By : BizzareIndustries Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 12695 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Pining Hearts
- 1
Years had passed since Dipper saved the Northwest family from its blood curse, and every year since then he and his sister Mabel had received invites to the extremely exclusive Northwest Manor Summer Soiree. Only the wealthiest and snootiest from the upper crust of society received invites, so the Pines twins were definitely special.
"Must you invite the 'Riff Raff Twins' every year, Pacifica?" Preston asked condescendingly.
"Dad, please, if it weren't for Dipper, we would all be dead. That lumberjerk would have burned the house down with us and our money in it." Pacifica retorted.
"Well, yes...quite right I suppose, can't go burning money like that..." Preston's voice trailed off. He lit his pipe and took a few puffs before walking away from Pacifica, obviously defeated.
Pacifica sighed and made her way back to her room locking the door behind her. She threw herself on her bed and began thinking about Dipper. She missed the way he smiled when they danced, the way his cheeks blushed after a few glasses of cider, and the scent of his cologne when they embraced. Her thoughts wandered and before long she found herself with one hand cupping her plump breast and the other massaging her tingling clit through her now soaked panties. She moved them out the way and slid her fingers deep inside her more than well lubricated vagina
"Big Dipper," she smirked, biting her lip, and twitching as she came into the palm of her hand.
"Dipperrrrr! ‘O-M-G!’ We got one againnnnn! We can go and bump bottoms with cute rich boys with no personality!" Mabel squealed.
"Surprisingly enough, as lame as these hoity toity parties are, I always end up having a pretty good time with Pacifica, since you're always busy doing... I don’t know whatever it is you do at this thing," Dipper replied tossing the shiny golden invite onto the dinosaur skull.
"Wouldn't you like to know what I get myself into, Brobro?" Mabel asked slyly, lying in her brother’s lap. "Maybe I get myself into all sorts of terrible predicaments with groups of icky, hairy rich men and women."
"You're gross, and I know you way better than to even entertain the thought of you doing something that nasty."
"Maybe so, Dippy-do, but I have definitely managed to pull tail every year for the last five years, when are you finally going to convince Miss Priss to get on Little Dipper, and not leave you hanging?"
"What?! What are you talking about? Me and Pacifica are friends and nothing more... And 'Little Dipper" really? "
"Aweee, don't get all salty! I know you're packin’! We've been sharing an attic over here for years. Furthermore, you can't lie to me about this, I'm a girl and your inseparable twin and I notice how you stare at her with that stupid smirk on your face every time she’s within eyeshot."
Dipper looked at his twin dryly; he smirked, shook his head, and rolled his dear sister off of his lap and onto the floor in front of the television in the living room. Mable wailed loudly and grabbed his legs pulling him to the ground with her. The two began howling with laughter as they wrestled and fought.
"Kids..." muttered Stanley as he walked on past, "or are they adults now?" He paused and sipped his coffee and watched the two playfully go at each other. Stan shrugged, sipped his coffee again, and continued mumbling down the hallway.
That evening Dipper lay in bed staring at the ceiling. He really missed Pacifica; he humorously thought to himself that he pined for her. Dipper laughed at his own joke and began to let his thoughts wander. He could smell her expensive perfume. He could see her eyes shimmering after she snuck the top shelf liquor from the bar for them. He could feel her breath on his neck as they danced.
Dipper took his erect member into his hand and slowly began to pleasure himself, picking up pace as his fantasies became more intense and vivid. All he could see was himself behind her, driving his hips into hers. Pacifica's moans echoed in his mind. He called out her name as he came, spilling his seed into his sleep shorts.
Dipper's heart rate began to slow and his breathing was calming when he heard from across the room, "Told you so, Noisy McFapperson."
He groaned.
Northwest Manor was buzzing with activity before the main event; the servants were setting tables, the obviously segregated kitchen crew was cooking up a storm, and the two best bartenders in the state were arguing loudly about recipes and cocktails in front of a staggering bar that could murder an alcoholic at a glance. Preston calmly barked orders at everyone, never losing composure, never missing a beat, his soul be damned if anyone under his roof would ruin his party. He lit his pipe and drew deeply from the Caribbean spiced tobacco within. Showing off was his specialty, and he was going to make damn sure this event was every bit of a success as his previous endeavors.
This entire debacle was bittersweet for Pacifica. She hated the one horse show her father and mother put on every year, but she got to really spend time with Dipper, and that alone was enough for her to tolerate Preston and Priscilla in a larger quantity than usual. She could count the ways she'd love to strangle her mother every June.
"No, dear, SEA foam, not Lake Foam"
"Pacifica, sweetie, I asked you to wear a candy apple red, not this unaccounted plebian abortion of a bloodstain red! Change it before someone thinks you're a murderer and a Clinton supporter."
"Black, Pacifica, really? Why don't you just drown yourself in the cider so we can all drink from your sadness?"
"Really? REALLY? The fucking red again?! I don't know where I went wrong raising you. This year is a violet year! I know you're not stupid! STOP DRESSING STUPID!"
"Purple, Pacifica? I specifically told you that this was a BLUE year! What, and who the fuck do you think you are? ANSWER ME?! I figured you were going to screw this up again, so I bought you a gown and hung it in the parlor. Put it on, and please find some matching gloves...You can do THAT, right?"
Every year before the party was the same story, Pacifica was so used to the scorn and disparagement from her mother that it barely bothered her anymore. She was feeling rather teal today so that was the color dress she picked out and paired with some lake foam gloves to accent it, not like it mattered. Pacifica looked at herself in the mirror, did a little spin, then made her boobs bounce. “This dress makes my tits look fantastic! It’s a shame Mom’s just gonna make me change,” she thought.
Pacifica took herself downstairs to the main foyer where the party would be held. She found her parents sitting together, completely out of love, barking orders at the servants and drinking champagne.
“Mother, Father, how do I look?” she asked, twirling around.
“Where on Earth did she get that dress?” Preston asked his wife with a hint of disgust in his voice and smoke bellowing from his mouth
“Pacifica, honey, you have GOT to learn to dress yourself, that rag simply won’t do, now go and dress like an adult. You’re going to turn eighteen soon and it’s high time you stopped dressing like trash... You know what? Fuck it, I’m just going to pick something out for you. Royal purple would look smashing this year...Preston, hold my drink while I go and make sure our poor excuse for a daughter doesn’t ruin our name any more than she already has.”
Priscilla stood up and sternly power walked Pacifica back to her room to redress her to the standards of the Northwest name, all the while berating her for being such an utter disappointment.
“Dippyyyyyyyy, Dipdip, Dipperoo, tell me I’m pretty!” Mabel called to her brother as she spun around in a lovely violet gown.
“You’re pretty?” Dipper said not looking away from the mirror where he was trying to fix his tie.
“I’m gonna blast you with piss, you big goober,” Mabel took this time to mess Dipper’s hair up, “Now quit being a nerd and tell me that I look pretty so I can get laid more than you tonight since Miss Priss isn’t gonna let you plant your pine tree anywhere near her.”
“So your whole goal is to have sex more than me this evening? When did you become so loose, dear sister?” Dipper retorted giving Mabel a hearty shove.
“Paha, ‘loose’, I don’t even have to have sex to get more than you’re gonna get you big nerd. I could get a hand job in the linen closet and I’d be getting a hundred percent more hankey pankey than youuuuuu! Beep, bop boop!”
“Enough!” Dipper finally snapped, cheeks as red as tomatoes, his tie hopelessly not fixed.
Mabel was taken aback; Dipper rarely raised his voice, much less at her, even in jest. Her eyes stung with tears. She wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in the nape of his neck. He apologized and kissed the top of her head.
“I love you, Dipper,” Mabel said starting to fix his tie, “I love you and I don’t want you to keep holding out for something that might never happen. She’s a prissy bitch. I know you guys always have fun, and laugh and carry on… But, if she keeps doing this to you I’m going to stomp a mud hole in her pretty bottle-blonde face.”
Dipper smiled, Mabel always knew what to say. “I love you too sis, and you always look amazing, be it in a sweater or in a gown, and I must say you look stunning this evening.”
“You do too, Brobro, and if you ever yell at me again I’m going to feed you to Waddles.”
“Come on, let’s get you an ice cream on the way. I’ll make them put extra sprinkles on it for you.”
“Woahoah, Mr. Pines, if you weren’t my dorky brother you’d be getting laid before the party too!”
“Is ice cream all it takes?”
“It’s mostly the sprinkles.”
The Pines Twins laughed, they locked their elbows and bid Grunkle Stan farewell as they walked to the car, giggling, teasing, and joking.
“Kids...” Grunkle Stan mumbled while smiling, “they grow up too fast for my own good.”
Smashing and dashing were both good ways to describe things at the Northwest Manor, there was a rousing crowd of millionaires and billionaires as always, a few athletes, as well as a few rock and pop stars who garnered Pacifica's attention over the years. Everything was perfect; the silverware was placed properly, the quails were sedated and stuffed in the gift bags, and the "cider" fountain was flowing like a river.
The twins arrived; one covered in ice cream, one covered in anxiety. The two presented their passes for the shindig and were let in through the crowd of screaming onlookers who wanted access to the Northwest’s fancyland. The doors were opened and the twins were handed their gift bags, quails included.
“Get to work Dippingsauce, I’m gonna tease you for weeks if you can’t land it after this long. I love you, Brobro!” Mabel kissed his cheek and darted off, letting her quails fly free and her heart carry her into the crowd.
Dipper also let his quails free. He sighed, and grabbed a glass of cider from the fountain. He drank deeply as he scanned the crowd for his champagne haired compatriot
“Pines...” Dipper lit up as he heard Pacifica call him. Her voice was stern, but her beaming smile told a completely different story. They embraced, speechless at first, letting their breathing settle. The two drank each other in; every blink, every smirk, every breath consumed between the two.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Dipper whispered into her ear as she buried herself in his warm embrace.
“I've missed you too,” she said, breathing his cologne deeply.
"You look amazing."
"Not nearly as good as you, you handsome devil! This dress doesn't do a thing for me, but you know… rules are rules right? You should have seen the one I wanted to wear- it made my boobs look amazing."
"Well maybe you can show me sometime? The dress I mean! Like, you wearing it, not your boobs..." Dipper blushed as his voice trailed off.
"I knew what you meant, stupid. Let's go get a refill so you can lighten up."
After a few more glasses, the rosy cheeked youth carried on like they had never been apart. The pair sat together and mocked, teased, and gossiped about all of the rich-shit dicks that Pacifica's parents invited over, none of which Preston even really cared for.
“It really sickens me, you know? My dad invites all these people here just to show off his money and crap. He doesn’t even like most of them. You should hear the things he says about these people after they leave”
“I couldn’t imagine being this wealthy. It’s like cheating at life.” Dipper remarked, staring at the vaulted ceilings and massive crystal chandelier.
“I couldn’t imagine NOT having any of this. Funny isn’t it? How we’re so close, yet we have nothing in common.”
Dipper finished his drink, it was now or never. He grabbed Pacifica’s hand and intertwined their fingers. When she turned to look at him Dipper leaned in for a kiss. Pacifica placed her index finger on his lips. Dipper blushed, and got up quickly, “I gotta go to the bathroom.” He stammered and darted off.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” Dipper cursed himself in the mirror, “she could never like or want me, I’m not like her, and I don’t have any cheat codes…”
Pacifica stared into the crowd and took a long draw of her cider. This was what she had been waiting for, why couldn’t she let herself do it?
“This is stupid. Quit being so prude,” she scolded herself, “You’ve been dreaming of him inside of you since you were a kid. You’ve been pretending the other boys you’ve slept with were him. Take him Pacifica Elizabeth Northwest!”
“Yoo-hoo! You in there Pacifica?” Dipper asked
“Yeah, I’m fine, I just zoned out…”
“Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...”
“Shut up and let’s go dance, Pines, you don’t have to be sorry about anything.”
The two made their way back to the dance floor and embraced. Dipper’s awkwardness soon faded as they stepped in rhythm to the live band’s exquisite classical performance. She flashed her beautiful smile and rubbed her nose against his while swaying with his hips to the music.
“Kiss me,” she breathed
Dipper took a deep breath and closed the distance between their lips. Madly and deeply he kissed her, touching her tongue with his and tasting the cider on her lips, drinking her breath like he were to die without. Pacifica inhaled sharply through her nose; her fingers clasped his vest as she pulled herself deeper into his embrace. Her head spun like a top as their lips parted. Their eyes met, and they smiled like love-struck idiots. She pecked his lips and laid her head on his chest as they danced.
“It’s about time,” Mabel said to herself at the bar, “Now seal the deal. My dorky brobro deserves it.”
"Excuse me, Madame, I couldn’t help but notice how lovely you are! My name is Cornelius Wiggings Rabbleframpter and I would love to have a fancy beverage with you."
Mabel looked at the gentleman, early twenties, crimson red vest, and a smile so British it could choke a dentist. His eyes were genuine, and he accent was a definite plus.
"You bet buddy. I'm Mabel, and I have a pet pig named Waddles. Do you know what vagazzling is? Because I can show youuuuu."
Dipper sat quietly on the foot of Pacifica's bed, nervous and fidgeting as he finished his cider waiting for her to emerge from the bathroom; Peeing, toilet flushing, a lot of unnecessary shuffling then silence. The door opened and there Pacifica stood in the most vibrant teal evening gown, with shiny seams. She wasn’t kidding. The dress did made her boobs look amazing.
"Wow."
"It’s funny how I took all this time to wear this just so you can take it off," Pacifica sat in Dipper’s lap and moved her long blonde hair aside, "Unzip me, Dipper Pines."
Dipper obliged, and Pacifica slipped the dress off of her shoulders and down her body. She stood facing away from the boy and let the gown hit the floor. Pacifica turned to face Dipper, her long blonde hair covering her perky breasts. She got on her knees and opened his trousers to get a hold of his 'dipstick'.
Dipper's cock popped out at her, half hard, veiny, and from the looks of things very 'fulfilling'. She kissed the head sweetly, and then took the length into her mouth. She sucked his ever swelling cock until it was fully erect. With a devious grin Pacifica licked the full length of Dippers nine inch shaft and nibbled softly on the head as she came up off of it.
“Get undressed, Pines, you’ve got some work to do.”
Dipper didn’t hesitate and quickly removed all of his clothing. Pacifica wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her plump, naked breasts against his chest. She kissed him fervently, suckling his tongue and nibbling his lips. As Dipper returned the favor he slipped his hands in to the back of her panties squeezing her thick, luscious butt. From there he slid her panties off revealing her shaven pussy.
Pacifica lay down on her bed, spreading her legs and rubbing her soaked sex, “Get over here and eat me, Dipper,” she breathed.
Dipper climbed on top of his goddess, and he began kissing her deeply on the lips, then the ears and neck. He moved down to her perfect C-cups where he nibbled and sucked on her nipples, causing her to squeak and moan lightly. Dipper continued kissing down her tight stomach to her now aching girl bits. He spread her labia and lightly kissed her clit before diving in and getting as much of her wetness in his mouth as he could. He slurped loudly, drinking her thick self-made lubricant before he turned his attention to her tingling clitoris.
Minutes seemed like hours. Pacifica’s head was spinning as she played with Dipper’s hair while he paid lip service to her dripping nethers. With every kiss, lick and lap she was brought closer and closer to orgasm. Without warning Dipper slid a finger inside of her, and that sent her over the edge. She grabbed the sheets and squealed as she came, drenching Dipper’s face and leaving a lovely stain on the sapphire comforter.
“That’s never happened before,” Dipper said wiping his mouth, “Is that normal?”
“Get up here and fuck me, Dipper Pines, I want you inside me so badly I can feel it.”
“What about protection?”
“I’ve been on the pill for a long time. Quit talking and fuck me.”
Dipper climbed her body and looked deeply into her aquamarine eyes. He wedged the head of his throbbing member in between her soaked labia. She stared into his earthen eyes, legs resting on the small of his back, arms tightly around his neck
"Take me..." she whispered, biting her lip and bracing for impact.
Dipper smirked, and rammed his rock hard cock deep inside her. Pacifica sharply took a full breath in and dug her perfect nails into his back. This definitely felt like she was losing her virginity again, but at least she was happy this time. Dipper slid out and re-penetrated her again; harder and deeper he bored his sex down to her very soul. Again, and again, he reamed her innards; their breathing in rhythm, bodies in rhyme, Dipper made aggressive intimate love with his unattainable gilded goddess.
Pacifica screamed, blessing Dippers lower half with a hot splash of cum. Her orgasm was no deterrent. He continued his heavy, intimate assault of her innards. Lips locked and with bleeding shoulders, Dipper made sure that his angel was taken care of. With every savage and animalistic thrust he gave her, Dipper made sure she was his focus, and that her satisfaction was priority one. Orgasm after orgasm, Dipper pleased Pacifica… His time was up though, and he knew what was 'cumming'.
"Don't stop, "She pleaded, "Cum in me. Fill me with your love, Dipper."
Stop he didn’t. As he reamed away at her convulsing gushing innards he cried out, his thought processes going white. Pacifica squeezed him with her arms and legs, holding him tight against her quivering sweating body. She wailed; cumming along with him, body forcing his seed deep within her. The two lost track of everything as they lay together, breathing, sweating, convulsing behind their savage love making.
The two collapsed into a pile of naked sweaty bodies still gasping for air. Dipper rolled onto his back and looked over at Pacifica who was still twitching. He smiled, he wasn't sure if this was love or lust, but it was the closest to heaven he had ever been. Pacifica looked over at Dipper, who was smiling like a fool; she smiled back and rolled into his arms, kissing him playfully.
"So was I ok?" Dipper asked still grinning and rubbing his nose against hers.
"You were everything I had hoped and expected, Dipper… But as a lady, I expect you to clean me up like a true gentleman."
"So you do, like, have a towel or something...?"
"No, no, no, dear boy, "Pacifica put her index finer his Dippers mouth, "With your tongue, like a gentleman."
Dipper grimaced, but didn’t protest. He made his way to her pussy to find his thick white cum barely dribbling out from between her cute pink lips. He closed his eyes and went for it. Pacifica giggled and squealed as Dipper drank his own brine from deep within her.
"Good boy," she teased, "now let's get back before anyone notices we were missing."
The two dressed themselves, making sure nothing was out of place. Once they were dressed, Dipper and Pacifica hugged and kissed in the full body mirror that she had in her room.
"We look good together. Maybe one day we won't have to be so far apart, "Pacifica said with a smile leaning her head on Dippers chest.
"Maybe so," he kissed the top of her head, "Come on, I don't want either of us having to face the wrath of your parents."
Dipper and Mabel drove home in complete silence. He was a ray of sunshine, while Mabel on the other hand was very not
“Blargh! That cute British guy fucking barfed on me!” She repeated in disbelief and disgust.
“I thought barfing was comedy gold?”
“Oh it totally is! Just not when you’re trying to touch someone’s butt”
“Well I touched Pacifica’s butt tonight, so at least one of us got laid.”
Mabel leaned on Dipper’s shoulder and wrapped herself around his free arm
“I’m super happy for you, Brobro.”
“I’m sorry you got barfed on, I’ll buy you some ice cream tomorrow to make up for it.”
“With extra sprinkles?”
“With extra sprinkles.”
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