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A camping trip with Mabel	By : Lennoxmacduff Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 19651 -:- 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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Warnings: Exhibitionism.
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“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 accidentally 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.”
“Well 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.”
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A camping trip with Mabel