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There is a first time for everything	By : Lennoxmacduff Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 8985 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Gravity Falls is property of Disney. This is a parody and I'm not making any money by writing this story.

Chapter List
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Chapter 2: Everyone does it.
Warning: Masturbation.
"We are leaving to work! Don't forget to clear the table!"
"Yes, dad!" Both twins said at the same time.
"Yes, Mr. Pines." Pacifica quickly added after swallowing the food in her mouth.
"Oh, and you are in charge of the house, Mabel. Keep an eye on these two."
"Yes, mom." Mabel chirped happily, Dipper rolled his eyes and Pacifica blushed slightly.
When the door closed, the trio of teens finished their meals and carried the plates and glasses to the kitchen. Next, the three of them sat in the couch with Pacifica in between the twins. She grabbed Dipper's hand and began squeezing it, earning an affective nudge from his shoulder in return. Meanwhile Mabel opened her notepad and flipped pages until she found what she was looking for.
"Wanna hear the list of stuff I have planned?" The cheerful brunette suggested as she put on a pair of heart-shaped tinted glasses.
"Sure. What are we doing today?" Pacifica let go of Dipper's hand and turned to the brunette expectantly, hoping to do something weird but fun.
"Let's begin with the maybes." She wetted her finger and turned a page. "We could play dress up so that I get some ideas for this year's Summerween."
"I'd like that." Pacifica smiled.
"Definitely not.” Dipper shook his head and shuddered at the memories. “I'm not eager to put on a princess Leia slave outfit again."
"But Dipper! If I was Luke and Pacifica was Han, who did you expect to be?" Mabel asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Why couldn't I be Han and Pacifica Leila?"
"Because Luke and Leila were twins!" The cheerful brunette gestured between Dipper and herself to support her point.
"We didn't have to respect that in the cosplay." Dipper frowned. "Let me have a look at that list." He snatched the list out of her hands and had a look until he found something appealing. "Here. Pay a visit to the gnomes to make sure they aren't bickering with the manotaurs."
"Nuh-huh.” Mabel declined the idea. “Those cowmen always love it when I bring them sweaters, but I don't like how the gnomes look at me."
"Really?” Pacifica raised an eyebrow. “I prefer the gnomes' creepy looks over the manotaurs' comments. They always ask me if I have grown chest hair like Dipper." She said plainly and the twins snickered.
"Fine, choose another thing from the list." Dipper gave the notepad back to Mabel.
"Um..." Mabel took off her tinted glasses, realizing that she coudn’t see a thing with them, and had another look at the list. "This one: Decide the theme for our Trimestral Happy-Friendship picture!" She chirped happily.
"It's been three months already?" The heiress asked and Mabel nodded eagerly, pointing at a picture at the wall.
"As long as it isn't anything like the last theme..." Dipper rubbed his head reflexively.
About two years ago, Mabel began making a Best Friends Forever album. Dipper, Mabel and Pacifica had to take a picture every three months and Mabel added that picture to the wall. Whenever they took a new picture, Mabel replaced the one in the wall and put that one in her album. The last theme had been 'surprise picture'. Mabel had jumped on the couple while they had been kissing and taken the picture midair. Pacifica appeared on it with her eyes closed and her lips puckered out waiting to be kissed, Dipper with a mouth wide open in surprise and losing his balance, and Mabel was falling on top of her brother while taking the picture.
"C'mon, Dipper. It wasn't that bad." Mabel giggled.
"You made me hit my head on the wall. I had a bump for a week." He countered matter-of-factly.
"And I made you an 'I am sorry' cake. Besides, I didn't see you complaining when Pacifica spent the whole week kissing that boo-boo." The brunette nudged the heiress playfully.
"Of course he didn't” Pacifica threw one arm around Dipper's back and side-hugged him. “I kissed it better." She landed a quick peck on his cheek affectively. Dipper smiled and returned the peck on her lips.
"Hey, hey!" Mabel pulled from Pacifica to break the embrace. "Don't get sidetracked!" She poked Dipper's cheek over the heiress' shoulder. The couple rolled their eyes and focused again.
"Well, what do you have in mind for the new theme?" Dipper asked and discreetly grabbed Pacifica's hand to squeeze it.
"We are in early June, so how about a pool theme? I have a new neon pink one-piece swimsuit!" Mabel chirped happily.
"I also bought a new purple bikini last week." Pacifica supported the idea. She felt how Dipper gave her hand an involuntary hard squeeze and she looked at his face. His eyes were slightly widened and he was blushing. "And, I'll need someone to apply sunscreen on my back." She waggled her eyebrows playfully and returned the squeeze to drive him over the edge.
"I-I'm one million percent on this idea!" Dipper blurted out.
"Cool! So we do this in... let's say a week in your pool, Paz-Paz?" Mabel suggested happily.
"I don't see why not. Although I'll need to ask you a favor in return." The heiress smiled faintly.
"No problem, sister. What do you want?" Mabel smiled broadly.
"I'd like to have one of our naps." Pacifica looked at Dipper and stroked his forearm.
Dipper felt the usual warm fluttering in his chest he felt whenever they did that, and he squeezed her knee through the leggings in agreement.
Since Mabel and Dipper stopped sharing a bedroom a year ago, their sleepovers with Pacifica changed and everyone slept in their own room, the heiress in the guest room. The couple missed sleeping into each other's arms hoping they were dreaming the same thing, so they began having naps on the couch whenever Pacifica stayed for lunch. Mabel, however, wasn't a very nap person due to her energetic personality and that activity bored her, so she always tried to distract herself by poking fun at the couple.
"Sure!" Mabel chirped happily.
"And you can't come every ten minutes to tell us how cute we look or take pictures for your scrapbook." Pacifica quickly added.
"But... you look so cute while sleeping together!" The brunette giggled and poked her in the cheeks. Pacifica gave her a stern look and Mabel stopped the poking immediately. "Um... how long are you gonna be sleeping? I'd like to play something like cards later."
Pacifica was about to demand the whole afternoon, seizing the opportunity that the twins' parents weren't home to accidentally wake them up whenever they passed by the living room, but Dipper gave her a look. He didn't want to alienate his sister the whole afternoon and, in truth, Pacifica didn't want to either.
"It'll be just a short nap until five o'clock. An hour and half." The heiress concluded.
"That's..." Mabel counted with her fingers. "...half a sweater! Alright, I'll be in my room!" She said cheerfully and left the couple alone.
Dipper moved to the recliner chair while Pacifica took from a drawer the blanket they always used for naps. He smiled broadly and spread his arms to let her snuggle up. The heiress sat on his lap and yelped when Dipper pulled from the lever and both of them suddenly lay back on the recliner. They giggled and Pacifica threw her arms around his chest, snuggling against his side and draping one leg over his. She rested her face on the left side of his chest and Dipper embraced her, one arm stroking her side through her short purple dress and the other pulling the blanket over their bodies. Once they were comfortable, he cuddled her in his arms and pecked her scalp.
"I love you." He whispered and began stroking her hair idly with his free hand.
Pacifica gave a happy sigh and rubbed her cheek against his chest. The heiress always felt like she was twelve again whenever she heard those words.
Between his thumping heartbeats on her ear, the way he was stroking her hair and how warm his body was, Pacifica felt so protected and loved that she fell asleep in his arms almost instantly. Sometime later she woke up and raised her head carefully to see if Dipper was still asleep. He was snoring lightly with the hand that had been stroking her hair on top of hers. She thought he looked cute and smiled warmly, unwilling to wake him up.
Pacifica rested her head back on his chest and began to think about what to do. She didn't know how to address the subject of their physical relationship. Considering the multiple times she had declined him over the years, the heiress was more than certain that Dipper was going to think she was joking. Moreover, Pacifica wanted to do some research first in some topics she was clueless about, and those topics ranged from her own body to Dipper's.
"Mmm, Princess..." Dipper moaned in his sleep and removed his hand from on top of hers to hug and cuddle her as if she were a plush toy.
Pacifica couldn't help but smile. He had given her that pet name the day they had kissed for the first time because of her liking for princess fairytales, and she loved it. The heiress was brought back to reality when something poked her thigh. Pacifica's eyes widened and she lifted the blanket with her now free hand to have a look at the bulge in his jeans pressing against her thigh. The heiress had always had mixed opinions about Dipper's erections. She felt flattered whenever it happened, but they were also a nuisance because she didn't want to touch it, or rather be touched by it. Now, however, she was curious. Pacifica tentatively extended an experimenting hand and patted the bulge.
"It's hard." She murmured with a hint of amusement.
Feeling more confident, she pressed her palm on his hardness through the jeans. Pacifica gasped in astonishment when she felt it grow and she reflexively withdrew her hand.
"Like... very, very hard." The heiress commented with a surprised smile. She knew little to nothing about the opposite sex and felt completely joyful about every new bit of information gathered. Pacifica extended her hand to touch it again.
"What are you doing?" A very awake Dipper asked with a raised eyebrow.
"AH!" Pacifica yelped and gave a jerk of surprise on top of Dipper. "Don't talk all of the sudden like that, you idiot! You startled me!" She began beating his chest with her fists.
"Ouch, Ouch!" Dipper chuckled at her overreaction and grabbed her hands to stop her. "Sorry, sorry. What were you doing?" He repeated his question.
"I—um..." Her face blushed crimson red and her voice came out in a whisper. "I'm ready."
"Say again? I heard you wanted to do it." Dipper chuckled at how absurd that sounded.
"Dipper, I wanna take our physical relationship to the next level." Pacifica clarified with a frown.
Dipper stopped laughing on the spot.
"If this is a joke it's not funny, Pacifica." He looked at her sternly and Pacifica raised an eyebrow in response. "Wait... you are not joking, are you?"
The heiress rolled her eyes and leaned her head closer to his. "No, Dork. I'm not joking. I love you." She kissed him softly and prompted herself up on his chest.
Dipper still couldn't believe that was happening. He parted the kiss and pinched himself on the cheek to make sure he wasn't asleep.
"Really?" Pacifica looked at him in amusement.
"Yeah, I uh... I'm not dreaming, right? Because I've dreamed about this a couple of times before." Dipper rubbed his head nervously and Pacifica pinched him playfully. "Ouch! Yep, definitely awake."
"You're an idiot." Pacifica giggled and began stroking his chest through the flannel shirt.
"But... what made you change your mind? I mean, not that I'm complaining or anything."
"Let's just say that I like your new outfit." Pacifica smiled slyly and unbuttoned two buttons to reveal his collarbones and improve the sight.
"I-I'll get ten spares then!" Dipper blurted out.
Pacifica giggled and slid her hand into the flannel shirt to stroke his chest through the undershirt.
"So how d-do you... I m-mean when are we going t-to..." He began to stammer as his blush turned a darker shade of red with every stroke of his chest, feeling all of the sudden completely conscious about the fact that she was on top of him.
Pacifica removed her hands from his chest and fixed her blue eyes on his hazel ones with a serious look to stop his babble.
"I'd like something romantic and special, so... this weekend in the Shack after Soos closes it and leaves to his house?" She suggested, knowing that Soos closed the Shack every Friday for the weekend and they would have the building for themselves.
"Y-yes! I'll have... something by Saturday night." Dipper reassured and began brainstorming to make it the night of their lives. Today was Thursday, and he had to think fast.
"Good." She hugged his chest and readjusted herself slightly on top of him to doze a little more. "Now we have only one thing to take care of."
"What?" He asked obliviously.
Pacifica didn't need to answer him. A second after Dipper asked, Mabel burst into the room and began poking them in the cheeks. "Wake up! Wake-up-Wake-up-Wake-up! It's five o'clock!"
"The deranged twin sister we love so much." Pacifica muttered and got off Dipper with a groan.
"I've got so many games ready! Look! I made my own deck of cards while you were sleeping!" She chirped happily and showed them the cards. It was a hand-drawn standard 52 cards deck, but the king, the queen and the jack had Waddles' face drawn on it.
They began playing 'I doubt it' to pass time. In the meantime, Pacifica was thinking for a solution to their situation. Every weekend the three of them used the empty Shack to play their games and hang out. The three of them. Pacifica needed this weekend to be only the two of them, and the fact of how much she had ended up loving Mabel as the sister she had always wanted but never had was complicating the situation. She couldn't simply tell her to get lost. The heiress was snapped out of her thoughts when Mabel nudged her.
"C'mon, Paz-Paz! It's your turn!" She chirped happily.
"Oh, sorry. So... what was the last card?"
"I placed three queens!" The cheerful brunette smiled.
Pacifica had a look at her own cards and smiled inwardly. She knew Mabel had to be lying because she had two queens in her own hands, but she wouldn't expose her. It was funnier to mess with Dipper.
"Another one then." She shrugged and added a queen face down on the pile of cards in the middle.
"Two more." Dipper said and placed two cards face down on top of Pacifica's.
"And two more!" Mabel chirped and did the same on top of Dipper's.
"And... one more." The heiress said doubtfully as a frown appeared on her forehead.
"I doubt it!" Dipper chuckled and lifted Pacifica's card, only to find a queen. "Aw, man."
Pacifica burst into laughter and high-fived Mabel while Dipper rolled his eyes and picked up the pile of cards to add them to his own hand. He checked the cards order and realized how many queens Mabel had placed.
"Seriously, Mabel? You didn't place a single queen?" He asked in disbelief.
"Of course not, bro-bro. I didn't have any!" Mabel laughed happily.
They continued playing for a while and Dipper's hand of cards became bigger and bigger. Soon Mabel emptied her hand and won the game. The phone rang then and she cheerfully bounced to pick it up.
"Hi! This is Mabel! Uh-huh. Uh-huh. This weekend?"
After hearing those words, Dipper and Pacifica shared a hopeful look, thinking the same thing. Perhaps Mabel had to leave that weekend with Grenda somewhere or she had to do some of her arts & crafts projects with someone.
"Sure! I don't see why not." She hung up the phone. "You guys gonna love this! Soos has been thinking and he wants us to do the road trip to 'take inspiration' from other tourist traps—" Mabel made air quotes since by inspiration she had meant stealing ideas. "—this weekend! Isn't that cool?" The cheerful brunette bounced and grabbed Dipper by the flannel shirt to shake him.
"Uh... yeah!" He chuckled nervously and looked at Pacifica. The heiress smiled sheepishly and both of them agreed unspokenly to push their plans to the next weekend.
"This is so great! Now I have the whole month planned! This weekend we'll be in our trip around Oregon, next weekend we are going to your pool—"
The couple facepalmed inwardly. They had forgotten about that. Dipper frowned as his excitement for the lifetime occasion faded due to the multiple delays. On the other hand, Pacifica was getting more frustrated with every added week.
"—then it's the Northwest Annual Fest, then—"
"Mabel!" Pacifica snapped and Mabel looked at her quizzically. "Um... could you bring me a glass of water, sis?" The heiress made sure to use the affectionate nickname.
"Sure thing!" Mabel smiled broadly, just like every time Pacifica called her ‘sis’. "You prefer some Mabel Juice instead?"
"Yes, please." She agreed, guessing that would buy her some more time.
Once Mabel ran happily towards the kitchen to add two thirds of sugar and one third of mixed fruit juice into a glass, the smile fell from Dipper's face and a frown appeared on Pacifica's forehead.
"We've to do something, Dipper! At this pace she's going to have the whole summer planned!" Pacifica said anxiously.
"Well, we can't say it's going to be a boring summer." Dipper tried to joke but stopped when he saw her glare. "I mean... what can we do about it?"
"We can tell her." She suggested.
"No way. Either she freaks out and screams in shock or she takes it well and wants to tag along to cheer us or something." Dipper shook his head in disagreement.
"You're exaggerating. Mabel can't possibly be so random." Pacifica giggled but then stopped and pondered about it. "Or... maybe she is. Ugh! Why is this so complicated!?" She groaned in frustration.
"Hmm... what if we just lie to her? Or rather you lie to her. She can tell when I'm lying." Dipper began tapping his own chin while thinking about an excuse. "I have a plan. We need face paint, a fake thermometer—"
"I'll just tell her I've stomach flu." She interrupted him and waved her hand dismissively.
"That could also work." He shrugged.
Mabel came back soon afterwards with the sugary beverage and placed it on the table. Pacifica ignored the drink, shared a small nod with Dipper, and then she placed a hand on her belly and moaned softly.
"What's wrong?" Dipper said with his best concerned face and sat next to her on the couch.
"My... stomach hurts a little... I think I ate too much earlier. Ahh!" The heiress moaned and clenched her belly.
"Oh my gosh! We have to call a doctor! It might be appendicitis!" Mabel rushed to get the phone.
"No!" Both Dipper and Pacifica yelled at the same time.
"I mean... it hurts in the stomach and the appendix is lower." Pacifica stroked her own belly to prove her point.
"When the pain is too big the body gets confused and stuff, we can't take the risk! Dipper, what do you think?" Mabel asked for support.
Dipper couldn't help but bite his lower lip. If he didn't know Pacifica was faking the pain, he would have snatched the phone out of his sister's hands and he would be yelling at the hospital already, but that was not the case.
"Well... maybe it's just stomach flu." He tried to sound convincing and rested his hand on top of her flat belly.
"Yeah, it has to be that. I... I'm feeling a little better now." Pacifica smiled faintly.
"Are you sure?" Mabel asked with a frown of concern and the heiress nodded. "Alright. So... will you get well by this weekend's road trip?"
"I don't think so. Sorry." Pacifica gave her an apologetic smile.
"I'll stay and take care of her." Dipper rubbed her forearm a few times and then held her hand. "But you can go with Soos into that road trip if you want."
"Nah, I'll just call Soos and tell him to move it to another weekend. I've to take care of my sis-sis too! If it's something stomach-related this is probably because of something I cooked." Mabel smiled and grabbed the heiress free hand to squeeze it.
Both of them frowned but Pacifica's was a deeper frown. It wasn't only because their plan had just failed but because of the sense of guilt in her chest. The heiress saw Mabel genuinely worried about her health and she couldn't take it.
"I'm not sick." She sighed and Mabel's concerned face turned into a confused one. "We lied because we wanted to be alone at the Shack this weekend." Pacifica explained and Mabel's confused face became hurt immediately.
"You guys... don't wanna to hang out with me?" Mabel mumbled and lowered her head.
"No! I mean... Yes! uh..." Dipper facepalmed and decided to avoid simplifying. "We love hanging out with you but... we'd like some privacy this weekend because... well..." He nervously drummed his fingers on his thighs and stared at Pacifica for help.
The heiress leaned closer to the brunette and whispered something into her ear.
"Oh!" Mabel gasped in surprise and blushed slightly. "You guys haven't had sexy-fun-times yet? I thought you had already done it years ago!"
Where Pacifica raised an eyebrow at Mabel's reaction, Dipper frowned.
"Why? Have you already... No, wait. I don't wanna know it." He shook his head to push away what he was picturing in his mind.
"Sure thing I have! You want some advice? I know a few cool tricks that—" Mabel said cheerfully and bounced on the couch.
"Mabel! No, no, no! Rule #14: You and I won't talk about anything where we picture the other naked!" Dipper interrupted her quickly as his eyes widened in horror at this new information about his twin.
"Actually... I wouldn't mind some advice." Pacifica shrugged and received a look of disbelief from Dipper.
"Girl talk!" She chirped and grabbed Pacifica from the wrist. "Sorry, bro-bro but you can't hear what we are gonna talk about because of your 'rule'!" Mabel said in a singing voice and stood up.
The heiress yelped and saw a blur of corridors and doors as Mabel dragged her to her own room, leaving a groaning Dipper saying "This is not going to end well." behind. The cheerful brunette closed her bedroom door and locked it with a click. Mabel offered Pacifica her office chair and then she jumped on her bed, lying on her belly, grabbing one of her multiple plush toys and looking at Pacifica with a playful smile.
The heiress took a survey of Mabel's bedroom and it was just as she remembered with the exception of one thing. In addition to the posters on the walls, the pile of cushions she knew Mabel knit herself, a closet that was probably filled with sweaters and a bed full of plush toys, there was the recent addition of a workbench right under the window frame where Mabel expressed her creativity in her art & crafts projects. Pacifica had a similar one in her room but unlike Mabel's, it wasn’t a workbench with glue, paint and even scorch marks on it, but a desk where the heiress drew her dresses sketches.
Pacifica returned her gaze to the brunette and realized which toy Mabel was hugging while sitting on her bed. It was a big blonde plush llama the heiress knew very well. When they were twelve and Dipper and she began dating, he won that toy in the funfair for her. A few days later Mabel confessed having a crush on her, but Pacifica wished only to be friends and had to decline her. The cheerful brunette looked so devastated that Pacifica decided to gift her the plush llama toy to cheer her up and, luckily, it worked like a charm. Over the years, Pacifica guessed the crush faded since Mabel had a few boyfriends now and then, but she couldn't help but feel flattered about the fact that she had kept the toy in such a pristine condition. It looked as good as new.
"I knew Dipper was going to overreact with all his 'I don't wanna see my sister naked!' thingy." Mabel did an imitation of her brother and snapped Pacifica out of her train of though.
"Yeah." Pacifica giggled but knew Dipper had his reasons, considering that what Mabel understood for privacy varied greatly from the average concept. That thought made her realize something important. "You... aren't going to appear all of the sudden at the Shack this Saturday now that you know of it, right?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Why would I do that?" Mabel looked at her in amusement. "This moment is almost as important for you as it is for me!" She grabbed her scrapbook dedicated only to the couple when she noticed Pacifica's quizzical look. "I hooked you up together, remember? Now you're finally going to express your love for each other and that means I did a good job as matchmaker!" She sighed dreamily.
"Um... I don't wanna burst your bubble or anything but... wouldn't it be more special when Dipper and I made love?" Pacifica asked doubtfully.
"What?" The question had left Mabel completely dumbfounded. "And what are you two going to do this weekend then?"
"Well, I was thinking that... you know, I touch him, he touches me..." Pacifica blushed and began doing half spins with the office chair.
"Oh! I thought Dipper and you were going to... I mean, you whispered earlier 'We're going to take the next step in our relationship'." The cheerful brunette did air-quotes and mimicked her voice.
"I wanna go slowly because all of this is new for me." Pacifica stopped the spins and sat cross-legged in the office chair, feeling slightly self-conscious.
"Bah, you don't miss much." Mabel waved her hand dismissively to calm her. "Heavy petting is pretty much like when you do it yourself but funnier." She said cheerfully and then blushed and giggled at her own memories.
Pacifica smiled faintly and calmed a little.
"Actually I've never touched myself before so this is going to be interesting." The heiress commented nonchalantly and giggled along with Mabel.
"Good one, Paz!" She burst into giggles and shoved Pacifica, causing the office chair to wheel away slightly.
The smile fell from Pacifica's face when she realized Mabel thought she had been joking and looked at her quizzically to snap the brunette out of her laughing.
"Wait, wait...” Mabel stopped laughing. “You weren’t kidding? Never like in... never?"
"Uh... yes?" Pacifica replied doubtfully.
"But everyone does it!" Mabel snapped in complete disbelief.
"Really? I always thought it was kinda filthy touching down there." Pacifica shrugged innocently and then realized that by everyone Mabel had meant also Dipper. "So... is that a bad thing?"
"It's going to be a disaster." Mabel blurted out and covered her mouth on the spot, realizing that she was thinking aloud.
"Thanks." Pacifica rolled her eyes and slumped back on the office chair.
"I mean, it's not a bad thing! It's weird, but you know the saying: Better late than never!" She attempted to raise Pacifica's spirits and the heiress smiled faintly in return. "You know what? I can show you!"
"Um...” Pacifica's mind processed what she had just heard and instinctively crossed her legs to protect her groin, her face blushing on the spot. “You don't have to take the trouble. I think I can manage on my own."
"It's not trouble at all! It’ll be a second!" Mabel got her hands under her bed and tried to pull something out. After a few failed attempts, she got her head under her bed to have a look at what she couldn’t find with her hands. "Where is it?"
"What?"
"My laptop. I wanna show you some vids that can help." Mabel stood up and walked to the door.
"Vids?" Pacifica pondered for a few seconds what kind of videos would Mabel show her and then realization struck her. Luckily for her it was on time.
Mabel opened the door and yelled towards the stairs: "Dipper! Have you seen my laptop? Pacifica and I need it to watch po—mhm!"
Pacifica grabbed Mabel from behind and covered her mouth with her hand to prevent her from saying anything stupid.
"Don't tell him that!" She hissed. "He's going to overreact twice as much as before!"
Mabel licked the palm covering her mouth to get rid of it and then giggled.
"Right. Sorry, I forgot."
Pacifica sat on Mabel's bed and dried her hand on the bed sheets mouthing an 'Ew' sound.
"Maybe I should tell Dipper to delay this.” Pacifica frowned. “I'm feeling nowhere near ready at the moment." She sighed heavily and slumped back against the mass of plush toys, covering her face with her hands.
Mabel walked up to her and began poking her face through the gaps between the fingers.
“C’mon Paz-Paz, Pazy, ‘princess’,” She giggled at this last one and continued the poking and the nicknaming. “Pacifica, sis—“
“Oh my gosh Mabel, one of these days I’ll end up slapping you.” Pacifica groaned and sat up to stop the abusive pokes on her face. “Whaaaaat.” She asked reluctantly and rolled her eyes.
“I’ve a suggestion as expert matchmaker!” She chirped happily.
“Fine. What is it?” The heiress asked and took her former plush llama toy to cuddle it a little.
“Don’t tell Dipper anything yet. Tonight try having a look at some ‘instructive cinematography’ on the internet… you know how to do that, right?” Mabel asked, unknowing what to expect after the previous masturbation-related revelation.
“Eh…” Pacifica did a more or less gesture with her hand.
“Just type ‘porn’ and click everywhere!” The cheerful brunette spread her arms wide and giggled. “Then touch until it feels good. Also try using your imagination to get my brother into the picture.” She shrugged and Pacifica blushed. “And, if you don’t like that, we’ll think of something else tomorrow.”
“I don’t know…” Pacifica murmured, still discouraged about the prospect.
“C’mon, Pacifica! Think of it like riding a bike for the first time. Everyone is a little scared at first but, when you finally do it, it’s amazing! Besides, it’s easier than it looks!” Mabel grinned in tries to raise her spirits.
Pacifica stared at the goofy smile for a while and couldn’t help but smile a little too.
“I’m more of a pony person, but I get what you mean.” She sighed. “I’ll give it a try.”
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Pacifica opened her bedroom door in her purple silk nightgown and did a furtive check of the corridor for the fourth time that hour. She felt as if she were twelve again and were waiting for everyone to be asleep so that she could sneak into the kitchen and go off her diet. The last time she had checked, the lights were already turned off but she had heard noises in the ground floor. This time the heiress stood still as a statue for a minute until she was satisfied. There wasn't any sound coming from downstairs, so her parents and the butlers had already gone to sleep. She got back inside her bedroom and locked the door behind just in case. Then, she tiptoed towards her desk to sit in her office chair and opened her laptop. She had turned it on two hours ago to watch some ‘instructive cinematography’ just as Mabel had suggested, but the constant sound of footsteps in the manor had caused her fear of being caught to win over her curiosity. Now everything was silent.
Pacifica made sure that the sound was off and opened the web browser. She typed in the search engine 'porn' and looked around herself cautiously, as if someone was about to jump out of her closet and catch her red-handed. She was about to start the search when she thought back and added 'brown-haired' and 'teen' to the tags so that it satisfied her desires. She was so nervous that she hit 'shift' instead of 'enter', and wondered for a second why the search engine wasn't working before correcting her mistake.
Several websites appeared and her cheeks felt like they had caught fire almost instantly at the descriptions. Pacifica had another look around herself as if she were stealing a jewelry store, and decided to click on the first website. "Are you +18?" She read aloud the warning that prevented her from continuing. The heiress blushed and lied. The website let her in and Pacifica felt a mixture of joy and amusement at how easy it had been to gain access.
Her joy was premature.
The website changed on the spot into a blank website with a very clear alert. "The following website may not be safe. Parental Control is redirecting your browser website for—"
Pacifica couldn't continue reading. She yelped in horror and turned off the laptop abruptly, next jumping into her bed to pretend she was asleep. The heiress had no idea how a parental control program worked, but she was begging inwardly that it didn't save any kind of log of what she had searched, let alone tell her father somehow because she would be very, very grounded if that were the case.
After a few minutes nobody knocked on her door so she calmed down. The heiress pondered about what to do now. She had been hoping to have a look in her laptop before her hands went to town but, since that hadn't been possible and she had earned a scare instead of inspiration, Pacifica discarded the idea of using the internet again and decided to rely on her imagination.
Pacifica pushed the covers and got comfortable with some pillows under her upper-back and head to prompt herself up. She bent her knees and hiked up her nightgown, removing her panties afterwards to reveal her most private area and have an easier access to it, although she kept her breast safely hidden beneath the purple nightgown. The heiress stared at her mound and noticed the thin blonde pubic hair shinning under the dim moonlight coming through her window.
"I might shave that." She muttered and stroked the sparse hair on her mound. She had a look at her thighs and smiled when she found no traces of hair there. Her blonde hair and fair skin had granted her a practically hairless body, which she found very useful as it saved her time. However, the memory of how much Dipper loved to stroke her long blonde mane struck her mind and Pacifica began to wonder if having a hairless skin would be a problem. Shaking her head to push those thoughts away, the heiress scooted forwards to be a little more comfortable on the bed and began using her imagination.
In her mind eye, Dipper began smiling nervously at her, his eyes constantly drifting downwards to steal glances at her naked charms. Pacifica smiled, thinking that he looked cute, and pulled him on top of herself to kiss him. She pecked him aggressively a few times to excite him until she was successful and Dipper crashed his lips on hers into a passionate kiss. Pacifica felt a soft pull inside her lower belly and thanked all the years she had been drawing dresses and weird things with Mabel for granting her such a creative and vivid imagination. The heiress began emulating his soft caresses along her sides, close to her breasts since she knew he desired them, but not too close since she didn't like him touching them.
Her hands stroked her belly in small circles around her navel and Pacifica couldn't help but frown. Whenever Dipper did that she always felt a pleasurable ticklish sensation that made her quiver and giggle, but her own hands couldn't emulate that foreign touch to stimulate the most ticklish part of her body. Shaking her head for the second time that night to ignore those thoughts, she removed her hands from her belly.
Pacifica then pictured Dipper parting the passionate kiss and tracing a kissing line towards her neck, causing her to reflexively shudder in pleasure. Feeling the strange sensation between her legs she felt whenever they were making out, Pacifica decided that she was ready to start. The heiress traced her hand slowly down her belly and tentatively stroked her naked mound, feeling a faint pleasant tingling coming from it with every stroke. Her breath quickened and her heart began to beat faster as her hand continued its exploration downwards. Pacifica cupped her groin and gasped in surprise at how hot and wet her labia were. She wondered what to do now for a second and then she experimentally ran her index and middle finger up and down along the folds of skin at the sides of her slit, feeling a pleasurable pull from her lower belly that demanded more. The heiress panted slightly at the stimulation of her labia, but soon she felt something odd that made her stop.
Pacifica retrieved her hand and pondered for a second. When she was ten and began expressing her artistic abilities, she realized, much to her surprise, that despite writing, holding the fork and even serving the ball in volleyball with the right hand, something she did so good that even Wendy who was the team captain praised, she couldn't draw with it as well as she did with the left hand. Pacifica didn't have to think it twice and resumed her previous caresses with her left hand instead, feeling the difference instantly.
She began panting softly at every long stroke of her labia and closed her eyes to continue imagining Dipper. She saw him staring with a crimson red blush at how she was touching herself before him and then his hands went slowly and almost doubtfully towards his jeans to reciprocate the pleasure on his own body. Pacifica extended her free hand and massaged his hardness through the fabric to give him her approval. Dipper put on the same silly and pleasured face he always put whenever she accidentally touched him there, and unbuttoned his jeans, revealing an even bigger bulge in his boxers. Pacifica increased the speed with which she was touching herself and saw how he hooked his thumbs in his boxers to lower them.
Pacifica had to stop there once more.
"How would it be? I've never seen it." The heiress pondered innocently. Surely she had had a few hours of sexual education during these past years of high school, but in her opinion the drawings in the books were rather disappointing and not precisely attractive. Pacifica had to shake her head for the third time that night to push those thoughts aside and began feeling slightly frustrated.
Forgetting about getting her boyfriend naked in her mind eye, she pictured him leaning closer to her ear and whispering beautiful things into it, giving her earlobe a soft suckle after each wonderful sentence. Pacifica felt her cheeks blushing, as well as her shoulders, chest and, more importantly at the moment, her groin. Her womanhood began to feel hotter than ever in her life and she tightened her caresses, passing from her folds to her inner labia and barely brushing her clit with each stroke. A spark of pleasure flew from her crotch and travelled throughout her body, causing the hair on her nape to stand on its end and her nipples to become erect.
"Oh my gosh, where has this been all my life..." The heiress’s eyes widened and began moaning.
Having discovered the key to her pleasure, Pacifica began petting the area around her clit in small circles without touching it directly, feeling how it grew slightly and how it caused her legs and hips to quiver pleasantly. Her free hand was feeling anxious and began exploring the area around her breasts, feeling a small tingle in her erected nipples that needed attention. Pacifica slid a hand under the folds of her hiked up purple silk nightgown and brushed her right nipple with her palm, feeling how it sent a strong sensation through her breast. The heiress moaned her pleasure and removed her hand away from her breast immediately, the sensation being too stronger than she expected. That free hand went to her neck to stroke her imaginary boyfriend's cheek while she focused all her attention on the hand between her legs.
Pacifica ran an experimenting index finger from the bottom of her slit upwards repeatedly, imagining it was Dipper's finger and she gasped, arching her back in pleasure. She couldn't believe how good such a simple action was feeling. She wanted to do that every night. She wanted Dipper to do that to her every night, and she wanted to do the equivalent to him too and rejoice in how he would quiver in pleasure. The heiress pondered for a second how it would feel to slide her fingers inside herself, but thought back quickly in fear of breaking anything important to her. Pacifica resumed her caresses around her clit and decided to do something bolder. She ran her index in a diagonal stroke brushing her clit through its hood slightly and her left leg spasmed as her eyes rolled back in pleasure at the strong sensation. She wanted more, so she clumsily pressed her clit hard with her finger and she saw the stars.
"Ah—Ow!" Pacifica quickly removed her finger in pain. "Alright, rookie mistake." She smiled wryly and noted mentally to be more careful down there.
The heiress decided to play it safe and placed her index and middle fingers at each side of her clit, only the index brushing it slightly, and began rubbing herself up and down repeatedly in soft and gentle strokes to cause a small vibrating sensation on her special nub. Pacifica felt the definition of ecstasy building up between her legs and she wanted more. Her body began to heat up, so she discarded the slow and gentle strokes and began doing long, careful and quick strokes, brushing her folds completely and caressing her clit in the process. As she built up the pace, her hips rolled against her hand instinctively to aid the strokes and her legs started to shiver.
Pacifica began giving short pants and her mouth opened to moan loudly in response to the first time in her life she was feeling such pleasure. She no longer cared who might hear her moans. All she cared about at the moment was to increase the movement of her hand that was causing her toes to flex and her body to quiver after every long and frantic stroke of her groin. Pacifica felt how a strong burning sensation was building up inside her crotch, how her saliva tasted sweeter all of the sudden, how she couldn't stop her legs from spasming slightly, how her thighs clenched around her hand and how the muscles in her neck tensed in expectation for a loud moan of pure pleasure and release. She increased her strokes to a fevered pitch and—
Her hand cramped.
"Ouch! What the-? Ah! Fu—!"
Pacifica had to use her free hand to muffle her cry of pain as the hand that was delivering her pleasure had a muscular cramp and a strong sensation of pain flew from her wrist along her arm up to her shoulder, preventing her from adding the last little fuel to her almost achieved orgasm. Feeling the pleasure fading, she desperately tried to move her hand again too soon and another spark of pure pain shot from her wrist and caused a couple tears to flow from her eyes, killing her progress completely. The heiress frowned deeply and decided to stay still for a while.
After a few minutes the cramp was gone and she was once more able to move her hand freely. However, all that was left between her legs was a wet coldness in the night's chill. Pacifica fixed her nightgown and put on a pair of purple cotton panties. Then she gave a completely frustrated sight and slumped on her bed face down.
"If this was supposed to be easy, I don't know what I am going to do this Saturday." Pacifica muttered and tried to fall asleep.
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Mabel was sat on the couch leaning over the armrest and poking her head around the doorframe into the corridor, waiting for Dipper to get out of his room. When she heard his door closing, the cheerful brunette quickly sat back on the couch and continued knitting a sweater. Dipper walked down the stairs and appeared in the doorframe.
“Did Pacifica call while I was upstairs?” He asked worriedly.
The heiress usually spent the afternoons in the twins’ house when it wasn’t the other way around. Since she hadn’t dropped by today, Dipper was slightly anxious and wondering if something had happened.
“Yes! She said that… um… she was busy today but she’ll be at the Shack tomorrow.” Mabel tried her best to sound casual while nervously knitting the sweater.
Luckily, Dipper was looking for his keys and didn’t notice that.
“You’re not going appear all of the sudden tomorrow at the Shack, right?” He asked and grabbed his keys to leave.
“You wanna hear it again? I promise for the fifth time that I won’t go to the Shack tomorrow.” Mabel replied reluctantly and rolled her eyes. “Besides, I’m leaving with Soos into that road trip and…” She beckoned her brother closer and, when Dipper raised an eyebrow and approached, she whispered into his ear. “…as far as mom and dad know, you are coming too so… you know.” She nudged him playfully and waggled her eyebrows. “You have the whole weekend to do… stuff.” Mabel concluded with a blush and a giggle.
Dipper’s eyes widened and he blushed too.
“I-I’ll need more than one then!” He babbled and checked the contents of his wallet.
“Where were you going by the way?” She asked without raising her gaze from the sweater.
“To the pharmacy, I gotta buy uh… things!” He replied and moved to the door.
Mabel raised an eyebrow and then realization struck her. ‘Dipper misunderstood Pacifica just like I did! Should I tell him? Hmm… Nah.’ She shrugged and kept her mouth shut, hoping to get a funny story when she came back from the road trip.
Mabel feigned she was still knitting a sweater and, when Dipper left, she counted to twenty and got out of the house. The twins’ house was in the outskirts of Gravity Falls, on the opposite side to the Shack and near the hill where the Northwest manor was. Mabel walked to the forest edge doubtfully, trying to remember where the accorded spot was.
“Pacifica! He’s already gone! You can come out!” She yelled to the woods.
The heiress appeared from behind a bush and walked up to Mabel, brushing several twigs and pine needles off her hair and shoulders with a frown on her face.
“Next time I’ll hide inside the house.” She muttered and noted mentally to take a good bath once she was back at home.
“Hey, you were the one who chose the place on the phone.” Mabel giggled and beckoned Pacifica to accompany her.
Both girls walked into the porch and sat on the step.
“What was that thing you couldn’t talk on the phone and Dipper couldn’t know of?”
“Well… last night I gave a try to what we talked about and…” Pacifica’s voice lowered to a mumble and she blushed, beginning to self-consciously rub her left wrist.
“What? You didn’t like it or something?” Mabel raised an eyebrow.
“No, no, it was amazing! But…” Pacifica bit her lower lip, unsure of how Mabel would take it.
“But what? You’re worrying me!” Mabel squeezed her shoulder to calm her.
“My hand kinda cramped when it began to feel good.” Pacifica murmured.
“Oh.” Mabel clenched her jaw as hard as she could to prevent doing what her body was demanding. After a few seconds she couldn’t take it anymore and a small snicker escaped her mouth. “Sorry.” She quickly added when Pacifica glared at her. “So… um… your hand cram—BWHAHA.” Mabel burst into laughter as she fell backwards on the porch.
“It’s great to see that I can tell you anything, ‘sis-sis’.” Pacifica said sarcastically and rolled her eyes.
“Sorry, sorry.” Mabel wiped the tears off her cheeks with the back of her hand and sat up. “You’ve to admit that was hilarious.”
“It wasn’t to me! It hurt, you know?” Pacifica snapped and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I can imagine.” Mabel began tapping her chin to think for a second. “Be right back!” She chirped and run into the house. A few seconds later she came back and handed Pacifica a small red stress ball. “Here, squeeze this for twenty minutes every day and your hand can forget about the cramps.” She smiled broadly at her own idea.
Pacifica grabbed the ball and squeezed it a few times.
“It’s… relaxing.” She shrugged and saved the ball in her jacket pocket for later. “Thanks, I guess.”
“Don’t mention it. So… are you gonna back off from tomorrow’s plan?” Mabel asked curiously.
“No way. After last night I wanna feel that again and this time without the cramp.” She smiled wryly and fished out the ball to begin squeezing it now. “Why? Were you planning on tagging along?” The heiress teased playfully.
“Nah, I’m going with Soos into that road trip to leave you two lovebirds do your thing.” Mabel waved her hand dismissively. “Your parents still think you’re coming with us, right?”
“Yeah, I’m not expected home until Monday.” Pacifica smiled at the prospect and began squeezing the ball harder to get ready.
“By the way, Dipper is currently buying some stuff for the occasion.” Mabel commented with a sly smile.
“Oh!” Pacifica gasped in surprise. “I told him I wanted something romantic and special! What do you think he’s buying?” She asked, hoping that the twin sister knew something about the surprise.
“Well,” Mabel giggled. “I don’t know if what he’s buying is going to be romantic, but it’s surely going to be special. And I’m saying no more!”
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