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Smells Like Teen Spurts	By : Nastyzak Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 15483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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24. Blindfolded and Blindsided
“That was Pacifica,” Dipper said. “Again. She’s really hot for us to come over.”
Wendy said, “We’re showered and changed, so I guess we’re ready. What do you think we should pack?”
With a shrug, Dipper said, “Just a change of underwear, I’d say. Maybe one fresh outfit each.”
Wendy made a face. “Really? For five days?”
Grinning, Dipper said, “How much time do you think Paz will let us spend in clothes?”
“Fair point. Want me to drive?”
“Fine with me. Let’s go throw a few things into one overnight bag and then we’ll take off.”
Wendy drove and Dipper texted on her phone to let Pacifica know they were on the way and would be there in twenty minutes or so. He added BRING ANYTHING?
Paz texted back JUST UR ASSES!
Dipper told Wendy about the message.
“Yeah, they’ve been kind of hinting for the last day. You oughta see the pics they’ve been sending. Open the email.”
“Don’t know your password,” Dipper said.
“Fingerprint on the touchpad, back of the phone. Here, I’ll show you.” They were stopped at the light, and Wendy took the phone and flipped it over. “Just index finger here, and—boosh! Look through ‘em.”
“Good likenesses,” Dipper said. “Paz must have put some lotion on hers, it’s all gleaming. Tambry has three fingers in hers, and they’re dripping.”
“Pussy pics,” Wendy said. “Like that’d get me all hot and bothered and in a rush to get over.”
“You look kind of hot,” Dipper said with a grin.
“Eh, just a natural reaction. We oughta send them a dick pic of you!”
“No, don’t do that,” Dipper said. “I get kind of worried about what my family might say or do. I could be disinherited, even!”
“Yeah, all that Pines money,” Wendy said, chuckling. “Here we are.”
“Remember the PIN?”
“Yeah, got it.” When the recorded voice asked for identification, Wendy said, “Dipper Pines and Wendy Corduroy to see Miss Northwest.” The gate clanged and opened, and they drove through and parked in the circle in front of the garage.
Dipper carried the overnight bag—they had just tossed everything into Wendy’s green-plaid rolling one—and they approached the front door. It opened, and there stood a smiling Pacifica. “It’s about time!” she said. “Is your cock rested, Dipper?”
“Been working out with it, but yeah, I think I’m good to go for a round. That’s a very attractive negligee, Pacifica.”
She posed with one hand behind her head, one on her hip. “I won’t even tell you how much it cost. Do I look good in it?”
“Oh, girl,” Wendy said.
It was a sheer almost-nothing of a garment, a lacy pink short top that fastened at the neck, with half-sleeves and trailing only down to her hips, completely open in front over a pink net teddy through which her rosy nipples, already stiff, protruded and her neatly trimmed blond pubic triangle showed clear. A second glance showed that the teddy was crotchless. Pacifica twirled, displaying her butt, the teddy exposing both impudent cheeks and the jacket falling just to the cleft.
“Looks very sexy,” Dipper told her.
“Come on in. Just dump your stupid suitcase here. We’re going up to the guest bedroom. Tambry and I have fixed it up a little to entertain you. Oh, Dipper, what about Mabel?”
Wendy said, “She told us on the phone that she couldn’t make it at all. She’s having to have her car engine rebuilt or something.”
“Aw,” Pacifica said with a pout. “I wanted us all to have an orgy!”
“She’ll be fine,” Dipper said. “She has a girlfriend and all now.”
“Come on, come on,” Pacifica urged. “Wait, though—you might as well get undressed here.” She led them into a bedroom. “This is where you two can sleep when you insist on sleeping together, and I’m sure you will. Oh, hey, did you bring some cum?”
“Just in my balls,” Dipper said. “Uh, we didn’t take any out all day today.”
“Should be plenty,” Wendy said. “They’re stretched nice an’ tight, and this dick—just look at it!” She playfully flipped it, and it bobbled stiffly. “Ready for action!”
“Good,” Pacifica said. “But we’ll want to store and freeze some. I’ve got a few jars ready. First, though, Tam and I want a good long drink. That okay with you, Wendy?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Okay, Dipper, you go into the next room down the hall on the right. Tambry’s in there, and she’ll get you ready. Wen and I will be in soon.”
“What are you planning?”
“It’s a surprise!”
When they were alone, Pacifica said, “Are you going to fuss if I tell you Mabel’s here?”
“No, I sort of figured that,” the tall redhead said. “We both new you two were up to something.”
“Yeah, and she’s hot for Dipper’s ass. We’re gonna blindfold him and let her suck him off to begin with, and then if we can work it without him knowing what’s going on, she’ll fuck him. You’re not gonna be a pissy about twincest, are you?”
“I’ve been thinking it’d come sooner or later, Pacifica. Might as well get it over with. Can you keep Mabel quiet? I know how loud she gets!”
“Tam and I have been training her. I think we can pull it off. Your tits are leaking a little.”
“Well, your sexy outfit’s a turn-on!”
“Mind if I have a drink?”
“Be my guest.”
They knelt, Pacifica lowered her head and closed her lips around Wendy’s jutting, coral-colored nipples, and the redhead squirmed. “That feels so good! Are your nipples way more sensitive than they used to be?”
“Mm-hm!” Pacifica agreed eagerly. She changed from breast to breast and then back again. “God, you’ve got so much milk saved up! Tam and I sometimes just suck each other’s nipples for like half an hour. Are you gonna cum from this?”
“Already have,” the taller girl told her. “Now look at you—you’re dripping. Take off that pink thing and I’ll do you.”
“I’m so ready!”
Ten minutes later, when both of them, now stripped, walked into the next room, a blindfolded Dipper was stretched out on the bed with Tambry gently massaging his dick and balls. “I was about to make this dude cum!” she said.
“All right, Dipper,” Pacifica purred. “Now we’re going to play a guessing game. Wendy, Tambry, and I are going to draw straws to see who gets to suck you off. You have to lay there and take it—no grabbing our heads, no feeling us. Just mouth on cock until you shoot. To make sure—here you go, hands up over your head—here’s a pair of mink-lined handcuffs. There, too tight? No? Good. God, look how big your cock is! I think it grew another inch or two while you and Wen were off fooling around. Give us just a minute to choose who gets to go.”
“Okay,” the boy said, “but I have to tell you, it feels like I won't last long.”
“We’ll take care of you.” Pacifica put a finger to her lips and nodded at Tambry. Tambry very quietly opened a door that led into a bathroom, and a naked Mabel came out on tiptoe, grinned and waved at Wendy, and then mimicked Pacifica, holding a finger to her lips.
Pacifica stood between Wendy and Tambry, one hand on each ass, and giggled very quietly as Mabel grasped her brother’s dick and began to lick it, long tongue-laps up the shaft, and then swirls on the head. She engulfed the mushroom-cap of the engorged penis and sucked, then began to pump—though at the angle she had to use, she couldn’t’ take in more than a third of its length. But she stroked the shaft and tickled his balls with her fingers.
When Dipper clearly showed sighs of cumming, Pacifica stepped forward and slapped Mabel’s ass. She grasped the base of the dick, squeezing hard, shutting off the climax.
“Ow! Why’d you do that?” Dipper asked. “I was about to cum!”
Mabel stepped back quietly, stroking her pussy. Pacifica said, “Guess who.”
“I think it was you!”
“Wrong!” Pacifica said. “Now one of us is gonna give you a reverse-cowgirl ride. We’re gonna draw straws again. You ought to know which of us you’re fucking, so maybe we’ll let you cum this time!”
She slapped Mabel’s butt again, and the obedient girl climbed up and straddled Dipper’s legs, grasped his penis, and slipped it up inside her, stifling a gasp. She slowly started to fuck him, her teeth clamped on her lower lip.
Pacifica, Wendy, and Tambry sank on to the floor and got into a daisy chain, Pacifica lapping Wendy’s pussy, Wendy nuzzling Tambry’s and Tambry working on Pacifica’s. The sounds, sight, and scents of Mabel fucking her own brother spurred on the other girls. Dipper was groaning now and bucking beneath Mabel, as if he really were a spirited horse and she riding him bareback.
As she got close herself, Mabel pulled something over her head and put a ball gag in her mouth—probably to keep herself from yelling and revealing her identity. But she unmistakably orgasmed, leaning forward and gripping Dipper’s shins. Finally she rose, cum oozing from her pussy, and she reached for a jar, caught as much of it as she could, and capped it.
She climbed off, giving Pacifica a thumbs-up, and Paz asked, “Okay, Dipper, who just fucked you?”
“It wasn’t Wendy,” he said. “I’m sure of that. And—I think you’re trying to fool me. I don’t think it was Tambry, so it must be you!”
“Wrong!” Paz said. “Okay, Mystery Girl, first get on top of him again and put that dick inside you—it’s still hard enough. Now take that off and hand it to me. All right, now you can take Dipper’s blindfold off and give him a big sloppy kiss!”
Mabel yanked off the blindfold and yelled, “Surprise, Brobro!”
“Mabel? What the hell?”
“What’s the big deal?” Pacifica asked, standing beside the bed and squeezing one of Mabel’s butt cheeks. “She’s protected, she’s not gonna have any weird mutant babies, she loves it, and she’s practically a nympho now!”
Mabel wriggled. “I love sex!” she announced. “Hey, Brobro, I can feel you getting hard. I guess I feel pretty good to you, huh?”
“Unlock these cuffs,” Dipper told Pacifica.
“I like you like that,” Paz said with a smirk.
“For God’s sake,” Wendy said. She got up and took the key from the night stand. “Here, I’ll unlock you. You’re not going to slap Mabel around, are you?”
“No,” he said. “Thanks. Okay, Mabel, you want to fuck? I’ll show you fucking! Get off me and get in doggy position.”
“Ooh!” Mabel said. “I knew you’d see things my way!”
“You’re still dripping cum,” Pacifica said, holding the jar beneath Mabel’s open pussy.
“Let me suck until she’s ready,” Tambry said urgently. Dipper stood beside the bed while Tambry cleaned him up and teased his dick to another full erection. “What have you been feeding him, Wendy?” she asked while fapping him in between licks. “He’s hard already, and it usually takes like an hour or two!”
Wendy shrugged. “Lots of milk and lots of love,” she said. "It's almost like it's the first time all over for that dick."
“Is he ready? Is he ready?” Mabel asked, bending over in the doggy position.
“Mabel, please!”
“Shut up, Dipper!” Pacifica said with an evil smile. “Your sister need your cock right now, so get over here and give it to her!”
He obeyed with a sigh. Mabel was more than ready, and he slipped right inside her. “Eee!” she squealed. “I dreamed about this!”
Pacifica sat beside her on the edge of the bed and reached down to finger her asshole. “How about this, Mabel? Does this help?”
“Yes, please!” Mabel wriggled her whole ass. “Put your finger deep in my butthole, Miss Pacifica! Make me feel like a pony!”
“’Miss Pacifica?’” asked Wendy.
“Pony?” asked Dipper.
“You wouldn’t understand. Come on, Dipper, don’t be easy on her! You won’t break her!”
“I’m already broken!” Mabel yelled joyfully. “Mmm, yeah! That feels so good! Faster, Brobro! This is like how I fantasized it would be!”
He reached down to clasp her upper thighs and sped up. “How’s this?”
“Whee! Is my ass jiggling! Feels like my ass is jiggling! Deeper, please, Paz! Herder, Brobro! Faster!”
Tambry was taking photos. Wendy reached to pluck her phone out of her hands. “Hey!”
“No pictures,” Wendy said firmly. “Dipper doesn't want any. You know that.” She flicked through the photo folder and did a sweeping delete. “Jeeze, Tambry, you and Pacifica got up to some kinky shit with Mabel!”
“She loves it,” Tambry said defensively. “Want to sixty-nine?”
“Not in the mood,” Wendy said. “Use a vibe or something.”
“She’s jealous!” Pacifica crowed.
“No, I'm not,” Wendy said. “Pacifica, what got into you? You know that I and Dipper didn’t want this incest thing.”
“How many times do I have to tell you, it’s just sex!” Pacifica said. “Look at them—they’re happy! Right, Mabel?”
“Oh, Gawd, yeah!”
“Right, Dipper?”
He only grunted.
“Fuck me like a BITCH!” Mabel screamed. And she came, squirting just a little bit.
“Pull out!” yelled Tambry, flourishing the collecting jar.
Dipper shot into that—a larger load than he’d been managing earlier, though not in the league with what he was capable of right after breathing in the plant spores. “He thinks it’s hot,” Pacifica said as she scooted back so that Mabel could lick her pussy. “Look how much cum we’ve got now!”
Wendy beckoned to Dipper, and he came over to sit on the floor next to her. “Need some rest?” she asked, ruffling his hair.
He nodded.
“Okay, me and Dipper are going to go shower and then relax in the hot tub. Give us an hour of alone time, please.”
“Aw, you’re not as much fun as you used to be,” Tambry said.
“Maybe I’m just maturing,” Wendy said. “Come on, Dipper.”
Later, in the hot tub, she asked, “How was it?”
“Weird,” he said. “Oh, man! I’m sort of ashamed to admit it, but I really liked it. How about you?”
“It was something to see,” she said. “You sore?”
“Yeah, a little. Just not used to all this, you know, this mob scene and all.”
“Poor baby.” She reached down to gently caress his dick. “Think we can survive through Friday? That’s when Mabel has to go back to school.”
“We’ll see. I guess if she can take it, I can.”
“But we have to let her know that she can’t make a habit of twincest. This week is it.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I hope we can persuade her, is all. You know Mabel!”
Delighted shrieks and screams came from somewhere upstairs. “Anyway,” Wendy said, “it sounds like they’re having fun.”
The next two days and nights were grueling. The four girls took turns guzzling cum, milking each other—Mabel was lactating now, too, as well as squirting—and coddling Dipper. They had him drink pints that felt like gallons of their milk, fed him a high-protein diet, and usually managed to coax at least six erections and six orgasms from him from late morning, because they got out of bed at Pacifica’s preferred hour of ten, to late night, typically winding up in a free-for-all fuckfest around midnight or one a.m.
On one occasion, Dipper fucked Wendy doggy style while he finger-fucked Mabel and Pacifica on either side of Wendy and Pacifica ate Tambry out. They all hit orgasm at exactly the same moment, which provoked Mabel to say they should form the All-American Fucking Team and go for the gold.
Thursday morning, they were all still lay piled in Pacifica’s big bed like a handful of Pick-Up Stix just spilled out of the container. Mabel’s head was pillowed on Dipper’s thigh, her lips close to his balls. Wendy lay sprawled over his chest, her left boob pressing softly on his lips. Tambry lay on her back with her shoulders under Wendy’s thighs and her head resting in the crack of Wendy’s ass. Pacifica lay over Mabel’s legs, her own legs spread and her fingers curled over her pussy—she had gone to sleep rubbing herself off.
“Huh, whassit?” Pacifica mumbled as her phone went off. Grunting, she rolled out of bed and got it off the charging pad. “Um, hello? Sorry, just woke—what? Uh, hang on a minute.” She softly got out of bed, went to her closet, grabbed a plush white terrycloth robe with PEN embroidered on it in pink, and slipped out of the room.
“Hey,” Wendy said, pushing up. “You awake?”
“Hm? I am now. What’s up?”
“I don’t know. Paz just got a phone call.”
“Probably from work,” said Tambry with a yawn. “What time is it? Eight-forty. She’s gonna be a grouchy bitch, getting up early while we’re on vacation.”
“Let me up, Tambry.”
“Aw, Wen, your ass is a great pillow.” But Tambry moved, sweeping her hair—still dyed purple with a pink highlighted streak—off to the side.
“Don’t wake Mabel up if you can help it,” Wendy said.
The three of them got up quietly, leaving Mabel sprawled out lewdly on her back, substituting a pillow beneath her neck for Dipper’s thigh.
“Who wants to fuck?” Tambry whispered.
“Tam, please! Shh,” Dipper said. “Listen.”
Tambry frowned. “Is that Pacifica? Crying?”
“I think something’s wrong,” Wendy said.
They all pulled on robes and went to look for her. She was across the hall from the bedroom, in her home office, sitting at the desk with the phone at her ear and her forehead resting on her left palm. “Yeah,” she said. “I understand. Okay, I’ll—I’ll take care of everything. I’ll let you know in an hour or two.” She sniffled. “Thank you. Yes, have her do that. Thanks.” She hung up and put the phone down, staring at it with her blue eyes. Tears dripped from her cheeks.
Tambry crossed to her side. “What’s wrong, Paz?” she asked, putting an arm around her shoulders.
Leaning into the other girl, Pacifica sighed. “Dad died,” she said.
“Oh, Pacifica!” Dipper said. “I’m so sorry.”
“It wasn’t like it was unexpected,” Pacifica said. “And he didn’t exactly treat me or Mom well, but—you know. He’s Dad.”
“Are you gonna go out there?” Dipper asked.
She nodded. “Got to. Mom’s not—taking it well. I’ll have to go do all the legal stuff and arrange for transportation and all. He wanted to be brought back here and buried in the family mausoleum. Uh, Tambry, I hate to break all this up, but—you know.”
“I know,” Tambry said. “We all understand. Want me to line up a flight, or do you want to take the corporate jet?”
“Corporate,” Pacifica said. “You’ll go with me, won’t you?”
“Sure, Boss,” Tambry said, leaning down to kiss her cheek.
“Damn,” Pacifica said mildly. “That was one of the lawyers. He knows the will. From now on, I’m supposed to run the whole organization. Mom—Mom wants to go back to L.A. That was home for her. She never really liked the Falls. So—all this to get through, the funeral to arrange, all that. Damn. I’ve been having such a great time, and now this.”
“When it's over, we'll be here for you, girl,” Dipper said.
Wendy added, “You take care of your family. Mabel and I and we, I mean Dipper too, will, you know, close up the house for you if you want—”
“That’s okay. Tambry, get the jet checked out and have one of the pilots—Duchamel’s the best one—to line up a co-pilot and prepare a flight plan for—damn, what’s the closest big airport to Greenwood?”
“Probably Minneapolis-St. Paul,” Tambry said. “But the transport office will know. I’ll make the calls.”
“We’ll get Mabel up and dressed and take off for, my, no, Wendy’s house, I guess,” Dipper said. “We’re so sorry, Pacifica.”
“It was going to happen,” Pacifica said. “And father hasn’t been, you know, the same since the first stroke. Shit, I’ll be in touch when I get the arrangements all made. If I know Mom, she’ll want a private service out there in Minnesota, and then she’ll want to pack up everything and move back to California. I'll have to go with her and get things done. It may take a week or more. Tambry, once we get to Minnesota and you help me with what has to be done there, you can fly back here and run the business until I get back, okay?”
“Sure,” Tambry said.
With an apologetic smile, Pacifica said, “Wish I was in the mood for a farewell orgy, but—you know.”
They knew. By eleven they were back in Wendy’s house, Mabel excited—and distracted from sex—to discover all the wildlife around, although they were the same species she knew from the Shack. Dipper had driven Mabel's car over from Pacifica’s, Wendy had driven hers.
Mabel, always subject to sudden moods, had been crushed by the news of Preston Northwest’s death. She was planning to drive back to college the next day, and Wendy privately told her, “Dipper’s upset and not up to another session of fucking, okay? I’ll take care of you tonight. Listen, he wouldn’t tell you this, but this twincest is a big strain on him. You’ve got your girlfriend at college. The two of you find some strong, clean young guy and—make him happy.”
“I’ll try,” Mabel said.
“Good girl. Now we’ll let your Bro-bro rest. He likes Paz, and he needs some time.”
“I understand,” Mabel said.
Wendy went to make sure Dipper was settled and didn't need anything. She came back looking somewhat more relaxed. "He'll be all right. Mabel, you're looking better too, and I feel like myself again. We'll get through it all."
So that night the two girls slept together (not much sleeping) and Dipper slept in the spare room.
The sound of lesbian lovemaking came through the walls.
He lay back and jerked off. “It's good to have a dick,” he murmured before dropping off to sleep.
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