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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: Cumplay, pseudo-incest, underwater sex, voyeurism.
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Dipper moaned softly and protected his face with his forearm from the dim sunlight as he woke up. It was early in the morning, and he was sleeping on his airbed inside his camping tent. The boy felt tired as if he had woken up and gone back to sleep immediately afterwards several times through the night. He didn’t remember what he had dreamed about, but he was certain it had been a wet dream. His penis was fully erected, the glans felt wet, and he had a pleasant tingling in his balls. Dipper drew his other hand to his groin to rub a quick one out before leaving bed, but his fingers met silky hair and a moan of protest.
The boy shot his eyes wide open and prompted himself on his elbows. The source of the sound was Pacifica. She was lying on her belly lower on the bed, her head in between his thighs. She had an expression of boredom on her face while giving lazy licks to his balls. Dipper realized much to his surprise that, not only she was naked, but he was naked as well.
“What are you doing?” Dipper was more surprised than anything.
“Breakfast.” She replied plainly.
“Breakfast?” He asked amusedly.
“Mhm-hm.” Pacifica cupped his balls and rolled them gently. “Your sister insists on cooking our breakfast on some flat rocks she has found on the riverbank because ‘it tastes so much better like that’ but, as you can imagine, I’m not eating breakfast cooked on some rocks found in the wilderness. So, get my daily protein intake ready and do it quick.” She began pumping his shaft fast.
“Ahhh!” Dipper stopped her attempt to make him ejaculate prematurely. “But Princess, breakfast is the most important meal of the day! You can’t skip it! Some studies show that skipping breakfast not only is bad for the body but it also makes people gain weight!”
“Really?” Pacifica asked sarcastically and frowned when Dipper failed to catch her roleplaying. “Then I guess I better stop.”
“I didn’t say that you had to stop.” Dipper muttered embarrassedly. “Just that you shouldn’t skip breakfast after this.”
Pacifica smirked smugly and resumed pumping his shaft, this time slowly. It took Dipper a second to adjust to the sensation, but soon he was feeling the pleasant tingling in his penis and giving small hums of approval. Every time his precum overflowed the tiny hole on the head of his penis and rolled down his shaft, Pacifica cleaned it hurriedly with her tongue and licked her lips as if she were hungry for it. Dipper felt his cheeks burning up at the sight and decided to change topics to keep himself from ejaculating too early and ruin his fun. He glanced around the tent and noticed how their clothes were scattered throughout the floor.
“How did you undress me without waking me up?” Dipper asked amusedly.
“You sleep like a log.” Pacifica rested her head on his thigh as she stopped stroking him to begin running a finger up and down his shaft teasingly instead. “I managed to get you off me, leave the tent, talk to Mabel for half an hour, come back, roll you over and suck you off, all without waking you up.” She snickered. “You were already undressed, by the way. Don’t you remember last night?”
“Oh.” The memories of the previous day flowed into his mind. “I fell asleep, didn’t I? Sorry, Princess. I was exhausted.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not mad.” She gave him a smile full of malice. “Buuut, you lost your opportunity for an easy creampie last night. Now you have to start on that from scratch again.”
“Fair enough. Assertive and creative was it?” Dipper grinned and pulled her by the arms on top of him. “Let’s get to it then.”
Dipper began smothering her face in quick, gentle kisses and Pacifica giggled, but she also broke the embrace and pressed her hand on his chest to pin him down to the airbed.
“Not now.” She lowered herself down to his penis again. “Don’t you see I’m trying to make breakfast here?”
“Oh, sorry.” Dipper smiled mischievously. “I didn’t see any scorched pancakes, so it was hard to tell you were making breakfast.”
Pacifica narrowed his eyes at him, opened her mouth and then bit down on his glans using her teeth and her bottom lip.
“Ah-ah-AH! P-Pacifica!” Dipper yelped and moved his hands reflexively to her hair but, instead of pushing her away, he kept her there.
The blond girl released the head of his penis and smirked at him.
“You shouldn’t insult my breakfasts when we’re in this position.” She pushed his hands away from her head before Dipper ruined the hair she had spent a full quarter hour that morning stylizing.
Pacifica noticed how her teeth had left white pressure marks on his red glans, and she wondered if she had overdone the biting. She looked at Dipper for confirmation, and saw how his face was red and he was panting.
“Um…” She felt a little bad. “Okay, maybe I went too far. Sorry.” Pacifica began kissing the white marks better.
“I…” Dipper scratched his cheek embarrassedly. “…actually kind of liked it.”
“Really?” Pacifica was surprised. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Just a little.”
Pacifica pondered about it for a second, and then she bit down gently the head of his penis from the side, so that her bottom lip aligned with his frenulum perfectly and her teeth pressed on his glans vertically. Dipper felt a mildly painful sensation at first, but then he felt an astounding jolt of joy going down his penis, followed by a pleasant tingling when she released his glans. Before Dipper could recover, however, Pacifica bit his glans down again, and this time she gnawed at it, opening and closing her jaw without releasing the glans, and rubbing his frenulum with her lip. Dipper couldn’t help himself and began panting heavily and grunting every time she applied pressure to his glans, his hips jerking upwards now and then in his pre-orgasmic ecstasy. A stream of precum oozed out of cockhole and rolled down Pacifica’s chin, which didn’t go unnoticed by the blond girl, and she released his penis and licked her lips.
“P-Princess…” Dipper moaned in protest. His orgasm was just around the corner.
“Not before I have my fun.” She grabbed his knees and spread his legs wide open in such a way that Dipper felt vulnerable. “Don’t move.”
Dipper nodded eagerly and waited, but Pacifica only bathed his penis with her warm breath, teasing him with gentle blowing over the wet shaft. She ran her hands over his thighs and lower belly, aiding the warmth building up in his groin and running up his chest to make him flush red. Only when he gave her the needy look oral sex often got out of him and let her know she was in complete control, she smirked and moved her mouth down on him.
Pacifica began with gentle sucks of his balls, first the left one, and then the right one. Dipper tried to reach for his shaft and masturbate in the meantime, but Pacifica slapped his hand away. In this game, she wanted to be the only player. The blond girl then buried her nose in the base of his shaft and inhaled deeply. The mixture of his musky scent and sweat was making her wet, and she drew one hand between her legs to toy with her clit. Pacifica then explored the area under his balls, and gave a quick vertical lick to his perineum ending in a curl around his left ball, careful not to get her tongue too close to his anus. The new sensation was greatly welcomed by Dipper, whose hips gave a jerk of surprise.
After toying with his perineum for a while and getting some moans from her boyfriend, Pacifica rose back to his penis and moved her hands to his chest to dig her fingernails in his skin; one of the hands was wet in her own fluids. She started by running her tongue from side to side on the base of his penis where the shaft met the scrotum, and then continued with a long lick from base to tip along the underside of his cock. When her tongue abandoned his glans, the whole penis twitched violently and precum oozed out of it. Pacifica smirked and repeated the whole process, starting where the shaft met the scrotum and finishing on the tip of his penis until Dipper’s hips tensed up and a rope of semen shot out of his penis over his own belly and chest as he groaned.
Pacifica held Dipper’s hands down and stared in awe at how his penis ejaculated without any aid from any hands. The shaft tensed up on its own even more and rose almost vertically on his groin, the next ejaculation turning out to be too sticky to fully leave his cockhole without help and dropping on the side of the shaft, linking the head of his penis with the base of it with a white strand of semen. The four remaining ejaculations gushed out alternatively hard and soft, splattering his chest and belly respectively. Once he was done, Pacifica released his hands, engulfed his penis in her mouth and rejoiced in how the aftershocks of his orgasms made it twitch in her mouth and throat at the same time Dipper moaned and placed his hands on her head to keep the source of his pleasure there.
The edging session had granted Dipper a powerful orgasm and a mess all over his belly and chest. A mess Pacifica eagerly began dealing with as she sucked his cock clean and started licking all the semen off the base of his penis. The blond girl suddenly found a perk to Dipper shaving his pubic hair: it was proving to be quite easier to lick him clean without any hair in the way. After every few licks, she swallowed and went on with so much eagerness that Dipper was surprised.
“Does it… um…” Dipper wasn’t sure he should ask that. “…taste good?”
“It’s okay.” Pacifica licked her lips clean. She was so hungry she didn’t mind the strong taste of a morning ejaculation. “You want to try it?”
“Uh…” Her question was exactly what Dipper had feared. “Isn’t that… gay?”
Pacifica stopped her licks and raised an eyebrow at him in complete bewilderment.
“Really?” She looked at him slyly. “How is this any ‘gay’ if you’re doing it with a girl?”
“I guess you’re right, but still…”
Dipper quieted down and gave her a lopsided smile. As his sister had pointed out several times in the past, Dipper’s manliness was something the boy himself doubted with ease, and not his favorite topic for discussion. Pacifica smiled warmly and decided to give a confidence boost to her dorky boyfriend.
“Give it a try.” She dipped a finger in the splatter and offered it to Dipper. “It’s no different from when I taste myself, really.”
With a little bit of reluctance, Dipper opened his mouth and Pacifica shoved her semen coated finger inside it. The taste was salty and the texture was similar to uncooked egg white. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t anything he would put on a toast and eat it either. After swallowing, it left certain aftertaste, especially on the sides of his tongue.
“Huh. I expected it to taste differently from the smell.” Dipper commented.
“I know, right? Let’s do this now.” She stuck out her tongue, gave a long lick along Dipper’s semen splattered chest and moved to kiss him.
This time Dipper kissed her without any reluctance. He opened his mouth and tasted himself on her tongue as she swirled it around his own. Dipper moaned softly and hugged her close as he felt the heat building up in his groin again. It wasn’t because of having his own semen in his mouth, or because of the physical contact with Pacifica’s naked breasts, but because of the meaning behind the kiss: Pacifica had given him an orgasm, and he had given her huge ejaculation as a reward, but now she was sharing this reward with him through that French kiss, and they loved it.
Pacifica parted the kiss and grinned, her face flushed red in excitement.
“I thought you would back away.” She confessed. “I like that we did this.”
“Would you say that…” Dipper waggled his eyebrows playfully. “…I was assertive enough? I mean, look at the perks: Now I can lick you clean after we do it. Isn’t that hot?”
The dominant girl within Pacifica yelled in her mind to agree at the idea of having Dipper cleaning up his own creampie with his tongue and kissing her afterwards, but her pride was still stronger.
“I’ll keep it in mind.” She shrugged him off smugly and lowered herself down on his penis. “Now, that was too little to be considered a proper breakfast. You’ll have to do it again and again until I’m satisfied.”
Dipper gulped and tried to protest, but Pacifica was already sucking on the head of his penis while her hands stroked it up and down fervently, and the poor boy couldn’t help but give in to pleasure, slump back on the bed and let the blond girl abuse his overly sensitive penis until he didn’t have any semen left.
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The couple finally dressed up and left the tent two hours later. Dipper was wearing his jeans and flannel shirt combination, and Pacifica her blouse and skirt. It was noon already. Mabel had set up a small campfire and placed some wooden logs around it for them to sit down. The chairs Dipper had unpacked the previous day were folded up and resting against the wall of Pacifica’s tent. Mabel wanted their camping experience to be as natural as possible, and camping chairs was against that if there were logs available to use as benches. The cheerful brunette was wearing a magenta tank top and purple shorts; it had been a hot night, while happily knitting what seemed like a phone wool pouch but, when she saw them, she quickly started making breakfast in the campfire. Dipper attempted to dissuade her and tell her they would cook their own breakfast since Mabel didn’t have to act as the mom of the three, but Mabel shushed him and told them to sit down on the logs. She, after all, enjoyed cooking.
Dipper winced his way to a log as if he had a rash on the groin, grabbed a cold can of soda from the cooler and discreetly placed it between his legs, sighing in relief. He had lost count of how many times he had ejaculated in Pacifica’s mouth back in the tent, and his genitals felt overused. The blonde girl had only given up when his orgasms stopped produced semen, and that had taken a while. His scrotum and especially the head of his penis felt absolutely sore, but it was the best kind of soreness he had experienced in his life and he couldn’t complain.
Pacifica sat opposite to Dipper and glanced around in astonishment. Earlier in the day she had woken up to the noises outside her tent. It was Mabel messing with a hammer and some nails. Now, several hours later, Pacifica realized what Mabel had been doing that morning. Not only the campfire was set, but there were also some clothes lines nailed to some nearby trees where a magenta swimsuit was drying up, some buckets filled up with water for them to wash their hands and faces, and an unfolded camping table for them to have lunch later. There was even a hammock set between two trees. Pacifica then watched Mabel deftly move their breakfast on the flat rock she was cooking it up with a Swiss army knife.
“Wow.” Pacifica had a disbelieving face. “Mabel, you’re like Bear Grylls!”
“You think so?” Mabel giggled and flipped the Swiss army knife to show off her skills. “I’m not British though, and I don’t do the piss thing either.” She joked.
Pacifica gave a YUK! and snickered.
“Mabel was a first class girl scout when we were kids.” Dipper explained. “And not the cookie selling one.”
“Yup. That’s why I’m so happy to be here. I love going camping!” She chirped. “Have I ever told you that?”
“Every summer.” Dipper chuckled and finally removed the now somewhat warm soda from his groin to take a sip.
“Here, Paz-Paz.” Mabel scratched some of the breakfast from the flat rock to a dish. “I made you some eggs and sausages for breakfast.”
“Uff, I don’t think I can take any more of that.” Pacifica declined it with her hands, but then she flushed and quickly made something up when Mabel looked at her in complete confusion. “I mean, I already had a… full protein bar when I woke up and I’m not hungry now. I’ll just have some orange juice.”
Dipper cleared his throat and flustered terribly.
“You brought protein bars?” Mabel gasped. “Can I have one? I love gnawing on one of those creamy bars for hours!”
“Really? That’s precisely what I did!” Pacifica glanced at Dipper and did her best to remain serious and refrain herself from bursting into laughter. “Well, Dipper gave it to me so I think you have to ask him.”
Mabel turned to Dipper with a grin from ear to ear, and the boy flushed crimson red.
“Um… Sorry, sis, but Pacifica got the only one.” His voice cracked.
“Aw… Well, some other time then.” Mabel looked disheartened for a second and then, as usual, she cheered up. “More breakfast for me though!”
The cheerful brunette gave Dipper his dish, and then she wolfed down Pacifica’s and her own. In contrast with Dipper who felt too awkward and embarrassed to eat, Mabel was done with breakfast within a couple minutes and went to wash her hands and mouth to the buckets. Being temporally alone, Dipper then glared at Pacifica, who had been hiding her giggling with her hand the whole time.
“This is not funny.” Dipper grumbled. “And don’t you ever dare tell her what a ‘full protein snack bar’ is.”
“What do you mean this is not funny? I’m having the time of my life!” Pacifica was already laughing out loud. “Aw, c’mon. Stop giving me that look and eat! You have to refill the dippingsauce tanks if you want in here.” She spread her legs open and showed him how she wasn’t wearing any panties under the skirt.
The fork slipped from Dipper’s hand and made a CLING! on his plate. The boy tittered at his own clumsiness, flushed red and began eating while glancing nervously at her naked vulva. Even though he had ejaculated to the point of running out of sperm earlier, he had another erection now. Pacifica however quickly closed her legs and smiled innocently when Mabel came back. The cheerful brunette put out the campfire by drowning it in water now that their breakfast was done, and sat next to Dipper while mixing up the ashes and embers into the soil with a stick.
Dipper gave Mabel a quick glance to see if she had somehow noticed what Pacifica had been doing, but then his eyes bulged out and he had to stare deeply at his sister for a second before quickly looking away. Mabel was bent forwards while poking the campfire with the stick, and Dipper had perfectly seen the side of her small breast through the armpit of her tank top, nipple included. The boy whimpered when his erection only grew bigger, and then he freaked out as a result. Dipper rushed his breakfast and left to the water buckets.
After washing his face several times and cooling down his head, Dipper tried to be reasonable about the situation. Finding out he felt sexually attracted to his sister was something he simply could not afford. He knew he would overthink it for weeks if not months, and he would be all awkward about it whenever Mabel was around during this time, which was something Pacifica would not fail to notice and, after that, everything could only get worse, which was his main reason to avoid seeing his sister naked. Dipper took a couple deep breaths and psyched up himself to think that what he had felt was simply a byproduct of Pacifica teasing him with her vulva a moment before he saw Mabel’s breast. The boy washed his face with cold water one more time, inhaled and exhaled deeply, and then went back with the girls. He caught them halfway through a story Mabel was telling.
“…so yesterday night before going to sleep I decided to go test the river. The water was very nice after being warmed up by the sun all day, but by contrast the air was so cold it took me half an hour to measure up the guts to leave the water and run to my tent to jump into my airbed. It reminded me of that time we were twelve and were swimming in the lake, remember?” She nudged Pacifica. “Wendy was playing with her friends and lost her top for a second, and Dipper couldn’t leave the water for a whole hour after that because he had to hide his boner!” Mabel burst into giggles. “Do you remember that story?”
Pacifica nodded and snickered in a forced manner. She had never liked the fact that Dipper found the redhead so attractive. On the other hand, Dipper was more bewildered than embarrassed.
“How do you know that story? I never told you about it.” Dipper narrowed his eyes at his sister. “In fact, I never told anybody. I only wrote it in my—Oh my gosh, have you deciphered my Journal!?”
“Nah, you know I don’t have the patience for that.” Mabel waved her hand dismissively. “Pacifica told me a few weeks ago. I thought you had told her.” Mabel looked at Pacifica confusedly and Pacifica looked back at her with a murderous glare for revealing her secret, all while Dipper stared at Pacifica in complete horror.
When Dipper had started his Journal years ago, the first third of it was about the paranormal, the second third was about his family and friends, and the rest of the book was solely about Pacifica, and it was securely ciphered just in case somebody tried to read it, because Dipper wrote absolutely everything in his Journal and that included his deepest secrets.
“Okay, yes.” Pacifica admitted and rolled her eyes. “I read your dumb Journal. From cover to cover. I was curious, okay?”
“B-but…” Dipper’s eyes bulged out. “It’s ciphered! There’s no way you could have read it without the key word and—“
“You mean ‘Tyrone’?” She raised an eyebrow and Dipper was left agape. “Really, Dork. You’re very obvious. Anyway, now that the blabbermouth of your sister has given away that I read your Journal, I guess we can discuss that ‘wish list’ of yours.”
“You have a wish list?” Mabel began giggling. “Is it very dirty?”
“Oh, it is.” Pacifica chuckled.
“Um… Princess, that list is private.” Dipper glanced at Mabel. “I mean, I ciphered it for a reason.”
“Aw, c’mon. You know Mabel’s not going to let go of it until one of us tell her, and I don’t want to deal with that in these vacations.” Pacifica shrugged. “If you want to hear my opinion about that list, Mabel has to be present. Besides, it’s not that embarrassing.”
“Hey, I’m not that annoying.” Mabel protested, but flushed red when the couple stared at her with a knowing look. “Really, you’re exaggerating. But please, go on with that list thingy.”
“Fine, go on.” Dipper sighed. “I guess she’d find out eventually.”
“Don’t worry, Dork. I’m not saying the list, just my answers. Let’s see if I recall the order correctly.” Pacifica listed with her fingers. “Firstly, sure. We can bath together some day, and you can lather me up. I actually like that idea; you can help me with the hair. I don’t see why you thought I would say no.”
“O-okay.” Dipper gave her an awkward grin, and he thought everything was going better than he had expected.
“Secondly, and burn this into your mind, I’m not dying my hair red. I don’t care if you dreamed it once and I looked very sexy. I like my hair the way it is, and that is blond.”
“Fair enough.” Dipper nodded and felt mildly bashed and greatly embarrassed that had come out.
“Redhead like Wendy?” Mabel asked and grinned. “You dreamed of Pacifica with Wendy’s hair? That must have been awesome! Why can’t I have dreams where my dream boys fuse too…?” The cheerful brunette looked down for a second, and then perked up. “Wait, I did. Twice! Haha! Yes!”
“Hmph.” Pacifica ignored Mabel and wondered why she never had those pornographic dreams. “I don’t recall the other ones because they were too nerdy for me, but I can answer this one: If I’m ever wearing that costume you described, it’ll be in private and nobody can find out.”
“What costume?” Mabel put on the face of a kid in a candy store at the potential teasing material.
“So…” Dipper also ignored Mabel. “You would do it?”
“Sure.” Pacifica shrugged. “I think it’s kinky, but I don’t want anybody to see me wearing it. Heck, given my family’s reputation it’d be quite the scandal.”
“Is it so embarrassing?” Mabel looked at Dipper with eyes widened as saucers. “You’re into tentacle stuff or something?”
“What? No!” Dipper flustered.
“What is it then? Japanese school girl?” Mabel asked again.
“No.” Dipper grumbled.
“French maid?”
“Oh!” Pacifica snapped her fingers. “The French maid one was in the list too. I’m not wearing a servant’s costume though, so you can forget about it.”
“Uh-huh.” Mabel tapped her chin thoughtfully. “You liked the paranormal, so… something involving one of those monster penises I saw in the internet? The bad-dragon ones?”
“You know those?” Dipper was astonished. “I mean, no! It’s not that either!”
“Oh my gosh.” Pacifica rolled her eyes and put an end to Mabel’s endless guessing. “It’s just a Catwoman costume. As if my family didn’t have enough of a thief reputation already.”
“Ohhh.” Mabel grinned teasingly at her brother. “I didn’t know you were a furry.”
“I’m not. It’s a spandex costume. It has no fur.” Dipper flushed the darkest shade of red possible. “I… always thought Catwoman was very sexy in that old movie where she had a whip.”
“Well, I can make Pacifica one of those for Summerween if you like it that much.” Mabel offered. “If you want to get dirty with it later, then that’s up to you.”
Pacifica glanced at the cheerful brunette as if she were considering her proposal while Dipper covered his face in embarrassment.
“Sis, you’re very weird.” Pacifica chuckled. “Anyway, I was also glad to find out in the Journal that you actually have fun in my rich elite parties.” She gave Dipper a happy smile.
“The dresses you wear in those are very pretty.” Dipper admitted embarrassedly. “And I like it too when we dance.”
“I guess then that you won’t have a problem coming with me to all of them.” Pacifica smirked slyly.
“Well, I—uh…” Dipper scratched the back of his head. He enjoyed the dresses, the music and the dances in those parties, but the etiquette rules, the extravagant food and the public speeches absolutely bored him. However, in the end, that was Pacifica’s life and he had to accept it. “Sure, I’ll go with you to those. Just keep me away from those old ladies that pinch cheeks.”
“Deal.” Pacifica smiled genuinely happy. “I think I have embarrassed you enough. One last thing, though, and I really want to know this one.” Pacifica couldn’t help herself and giggled while saying it. “Are you seriously jealous of how much time Mabel and I spend together?”
Dipper opened his mouth to protest, but he was speechless. He felt his cheeks flaming up and he hid his face behind his hands.
“Why did you say that one…?” Dipper groaned.
“Why would he be jealous?” Mabel was completely puzzled.
“Dipper thinks that you and I could end up being a couple from the way we interact, and he’s worried I’m dumping him to date you some day.” Pacifica explained.
Mabel considered it for a few seconds in silence, and then she burst into laughter so hard, she threw her head back and fell off the log while holding her belly in her arms. Pacifica found her reaction amusing and she began giggling too. It even cracked a smile on Dipper’s face.
“Okay, sorry, sorry.” Mabel got back to sitting on the log while panting for air to recover from the belly laugh. “That was a good one, but it was also very silly. First off, I would never steal your girlfriend; that’s super mean. Second off, Pacifica and I are just friends!” She nudged Dipper with the shoulder.
“I know.” Dipper murmured, still embarrassed. “It was just a theory. I type all of those down.”
“Your theories are funny. I laughed so much at the ‘Gideon is a vampire’ theory.” Pacifica giggled. “I don’t think sunscreen can protect vampires from the sunlight though. Heck, if I can get sunburnt even when wearing sunscreen, they can surely burn to a crisp.”
“Nah, Gideon is just a creep.” Mabel waved her hand dismissively and moved to sit down next to Pacifica. “Even if Dipper is wrong, I can get why he would think that from our behavior. I’d love to have the hair straight like you do, so I like brushing and touching it.” Mabel ran her hand through Pacifica’s hair as her eyes sparkled. “But that doesn’t mean I have feelings for you. I just like your hair.”
“I get it.” Dipper repeated tiredly. “It was just a theory.”
“I’m also a little jealous of these two.” Mabel continued and gave a sneaky squeeze to Pacifica’s breasts. “Oh, wow! No bra?” She gasped and grinned teasingly as she groped Pacifica through her blouse.
The busty blonde raised an eyebrow, and pulled at the neck of Mabel’s tank top to check her chest, which made Mabel yelp, slap Pacifica’s hand away and scoot away on the log.
“Doesn’t look like you’re wearing a bra either.” Pacifica smirked teasingly. “Do you even need a bra for those tiny boobs?”
“Yes I do.” Mabel snapped, very offended. “And my Mabel-puppies are cute and perfect!”
Dipper was glad he hadn’t got another glance at Mabel’s breasts when Pacifica had taken a peek through the neck of Mabel’s tank top, but he was aware that, if their conversation kept going on about breasts, he would very likely get a full view and that was the last thing he needed now. The boy considered going to wash his face again, when a better idea struck his mind.
“What do you girls say we go take a dip in the river?” He suggested.
“Oh, oh! I’m in!” Mabel replied excitedly. “We can play some water games!”
“And I can finally try to get a decent tan.” Pacifica examined her forearms to see if her skin had tanned even a little since yesterday, but she was just as pale.
“All settled then.”
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Pacifica laid her purple towel on the riverbank right next to Dipper’s blue towel; Dipper had arrived to the river way before the girls. She readjusted her purple bikini and arranged her hair into a ponytail while she sought her boyfriend along the riverbank. Dipper was a little down the shore squatting with the Journal in one hand and a rock in the other. He was wearing red swimming trunks. Pacifica couldn’t help but smile. His demeanor reminded her of when he was twelve years old and had to investigate and note down everything, and she thought he looked very cute.
The smug blonde walked up to him and tousled her hair to catch his attention. When he didn’t even notice her, she frowned and talked to him.
“What are you doing?” She took a peek over his shoulder. He was examining plain simple rocks.
“Check this out, Princess.” Dipper grabbed one of the rocks.
“It’s a rock.”
“Yes. I call it the waterproof rock.”
Dipper dropped the rock on the water and, much to Pacifica’s surprise, it bounced on the water surface instead of being engulfed by it, and Dipper grabbed it again mid-air.
“So, water repels it.” She wasn’t amused.
“I’ve never seen anything like it in Gravity falls. These rocks must be made of some kind of extraterrestrial material, and they’re all over the riverbank!” Dipper said excitedly as he took more notes in his Journal. “Fascinating, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, fascinating.” Pacifica drummed her fingers boredly on her hips. Even if it bounced in the water, she still saw just a rock. “Let’s take a dip in the river.”
“Give me…” Dipper tapped his pen a few times on his Journal to drive the ink back to the tip. “…like half an hour to record all of this.”
“You really need half an hour to describe in that book of yours a rock that bounces on the water?” Pacifica raised an eyebrow.
“Of course. I need to describe the shape of the rock, note down the location where I found it, see if it still works after being split in two—“
“Yeah, yeah. You do that.” Pacifica interrupted him when she spotted Mabel arriving to the riverbank and landing her towel next to theirs. “I already found someone else to play with.”
Dipper shrugged and continued with his work while Pacifica walked back to the towels. Mabel dropped her beach bag, pulled a scrunchy out of it and fastened her hair into a ponytail. She then readjusted her swimsuit like Pacifica had done earlier, even though she had nothing to worry about her small breasts popping out of it. Mabel was wearing a one-piece magenta swimsuit fastened with a halter neck which left her back and shoulders bare.
“Hey, Paz-Paz!” Mabel chirped when she saw her. “What’s Dipper doing?”
“Drawing rocks.”
“Neat.” Mabel grinned.
“No, it’s not neat.” Pacifica rolled her eyes. “Let’s play something.”
“Um… How about…” Mabel rummaged through her beach bag and pulled out a bouncy ball the size of a melon. “…some dodge ball?”
It was Pacifica’s turn to grin. She had always considered playing dodge ball with Mabel excellent for letting off some steam and also very entertaining, since the game consisted essentially in throwing a ball at her former rival’s face. The calm river was soon filled with the sound of a rubber smacking against naked skin, followed by hisses and laughs.
Dipper came back and sat on his towel. He had gathered enough notes and now he needed to tidy the text up. The boy glanced from time to time at the girls, amused by how they played dodge ball.
SLAM!
Pacifica winced and rubbed the reddening circle on the middle of her back. The cool water reached only up to her navel, and it didn’t reach the rash to relieve it.
“Ah-hahaha!” Mabel gave a belly laugh. “What, are those big boobs of yours slowing you down?”
The busty blonde narrowed her eyes resentfully at the brunette and grabbed the ball. She feinted once and Mabel dodged. She feinted again and Mabel didn’t move. She feinted twice this time, and Mabel spun to dodge. Seizing her opportunity, Pacifica threw the ball with all of her strength at where Mabel would be after spinning, and hit Mabel on the forehead, pushing her backwards into the water. The ball bounced towards the riverbank and stopped near Dipper.
“Haha! In your face!” Pacifica adopted a smug posture by resting her fists on her hips. “Who’s slow now, huh?”
She waited for the cheerful brunette to emerge from the water, but nothing happened.
“Mabel?”
Pacifica quickly swam to where Mabel had been a few seconds ago, but there was no sight of her. The very moment she was about to yell at Dipper for help, something grabbed her by the leg and pulled her underwater. Mabel then emerged from the water carrying Pacifica over the shoulder and laughing. Pacifica attempted to wiggle out of Mabel’s grasp to no avail.
“Dipper, Dipper! Look!” Mabel turned Pacifica’s butt towards the boy and gave it two playful spanks.
Dipper raised his gaze from his Journal, snickered and then went back to writing out the details about the waterproof rock.
Pacifica flailed her legs helplessly against Mabel’s chest and her fists against her back, but Mabel still wasn’t letting go of her. Pacifica then grabbed the bottom of Mabel’s one-piece swimsuit and gave it a hard tug.
“Ah—Ouch!” Mabel hurriedly let go of Pacifica after the wedgie, but her fingers accidentally tangled with something. In her hand she had now the bottom of a purple bikini. Mabel’s eyes widened as saucers as she realized that could only mean one thing.
A very red Pacifica emerged from the water, her face completely heated in a mixture of embarrassment and anger, and her two hands covering her naked groin. Even though the water level reached a little above her navel, it was crystal clear. Mabel out of curiosity glanced down and raised an eyebrow. The little she could see through Pacifica’s hands revealed that her pubic hair was trimmed and blond.
“Give me that!” Pacifica snatched the bikini bottom from Mabel’s hand and turned around to put it on.
“So… you’re natural blonde, huh?” Mabel attempted to joke, but she only got an over-the-shoulder glare in return. “Heheh… Sorry. I’ll go get the ball.”
Dipper saw Mabel leaving the water through the corner of his eye. He wondered for a second why, and then he saw the ball they had been playing with near his feet. The boy stood up and handled his sister the ball, who thanked him with a smile.
That very moment, Mabel’s top slid down her chest and her small breasts popped out. They were very petite, with small pink nipples on the center of them. She had tan lines, making the skin on her breasts stand out in contrast with the darker skin on the rest of her chest.
“Now we’re even!” Pacifica giggled and ran to the water. She had sneaked behind the brunette and untied the knot fastening the swimsuit around her neck.
Mabel squeaked and, instead of covering her breasts or fastening the top of her magenta one-piece, she chased topless after Pacifica back to the water and hit her in the back of the head with the ball, pushing her to trip and fall face-first into the water.
Dipper’s eyes were bulging out. He fell butt-first on his towel and closed his eyes, but he had to open them immediately. Whenever he closed them, he pictured Mabel’s breasts and he thought they were actually cute. His penis gave a small twitch of agreement and Dipper freaked out and covered his face in his hands, waiting for the inevitable to happen.
It however didn’t happen.
His penis had twitched; her breasts were petite and cute after all, but nothing else happened. No erection, no further twitching and no apparent lust. It had been just an opinion on his sister’s breasts. Dipper thought she had a nice body, but that was all. He didn’t feel sexually attracted to his sister nor had feelings for her.
“Yes! Haha!” Dipper raised both eyebrows in complete surprise and yelled in absolute euphoria as he threw his arms in the air. “I’m not a pervert!”
Pacifica stopped attempting to duck Mabel underwater and both girls stared dumbfoundedly at the boy.
“Why did he say that?” Mabel whispered.
“I don’t even want to know.” Pacifica shook her head, and then pushed Mabel underwater.
A couple minutes later Mabel and Pacifica left the water, Mabel had fastened her top again, and they walked up to Dipper. The boy was confused when Pacifica sat behind him and hugged his back, and he was even more confused when Mabel grabbed his Journal and placed it on the towel. He realized too late he had fallen into their trap. The girls had considered Dipper should have some fun in the water too instead of spending all day with his Journal.
Pacifica began tickling his sides and chest as Mabel pounced on him and seized one of his legs to tickle his foot sole. Dipper burst into laughter and attempted to break free, but the two girls had a good hold on him and laughter had quickly drained his strength. When he stopped struggling, Mabel raised him by the legs while Pacifica did the same by the armpits, and the girls carried and threw him to the water, jumping next to him immediately afterwards.
Dipper emerged on the surface and sputtered all the water in his mouth, but then he flushed red in embarrassment when he realized he had accidentally sputtered all over Pacifica’s face and she was glaring at him with an upset face. The resentful blonde lost no time in splashing water at Dipper’s face, and soon the three friends were all playing in the river.
After several chasing and water games, yelps, and giggles, Dipper, Mabel and Pacifica were satisfied and left the water to dry up on their towels under the sun and rest for a while. Dipper continued working on his Journal and Pacifica began reading a fashion magazine, but Mabel didn’t want to just lie there.
“Welp.” Mabel stood up and stretched before grabbing her towel and beach bag. “I think I’m going to take advantage of this awesome sunny day, and do some sunbathing.”
“Isn’t it what we are doing now?” Pacifica yawned lightly and turned a page in her magazine.
“I want a quality tan, and that means no tan lines.” Mabel explained. “But I don’t want Dipper to freak out so, if you need me, I’ll be naked further down the river. See you in an hour or so!” She waved at them as she left. “And don’t peek!”
“Have fun.” Dipper shrugged. He didn’t see the importance or inconvenience in tan lines.
Pacifica followed Mabel with the eyes until she disappeared behind a bush. She then dropped her fashion magazine and poked Dipper on the side to catch his attention.
“Do you want to apply me some sunscreen? I think I’m getting sunburnt.” She ran her finger along his arm seductively.
Oblivious at her subtle tone, Dipper dropped his journal, grabbed the sunscreen bottle from Mabel’s bag and poured some on his hands. The boy was very well aware of how sensitive Pacifica’s pale skin was, and he didn’t want her to get sunburnt. Pacifica rolled onto her belly and pushed her hair to one side. She gasped at the feeling of the cool lotion, and hummed approvingly at the feeling of Dipper’s hands extending sunscreen all over her back. Pacifica then reached for the back of her bikini top and unfastened it, allowing Dipper to apply sunscreen under the strip. She thanked him and then Dipper went back to being nose deep in his Journal.
A couple minutes later, however, Pacifica poked his side again. Dipper raised his gaze from his Journal and this time he flushed red.
“I need you to do this side now.” Pacifica, on her back now, cupped her naked pale breasts.
In the blink of an eye, Dipper knelt up next to her and landed his hands on her breasts as a stupid grin crept over his face.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Pacifica raised an eyebrow at him, and Dipper hesitated. “The sunscreen, you Dork. Don’t just grope me.”
“Oh!” Dipper tittered and let go of her breasts to pour some sunscreen on his hands.
This time Dipper started on her belly in an attempt to dissimulate his more than blatant obsession with her big breasts, and he actually enjoyed it in a different way. Pacifica’s belly was her most ticklish area, and the cold lotion was not helping it, so every time Dipper rubbed it with his hands her belly twitched and she giggled. Dipper had always been enamored with that. It was his favorite body part after all. Pacifica however could only take so much tickling, and she pulled Dipper’s hands on her chest. The boy groped her rather than applying the sunscreen, and started massaging her breasts in a circular fashion.
Pacifica moaned lightly and threw her arms back to push her chest out even further. Once he was done applying the sunscreen all over her breasts, Dipper was sexually aroused to the point he moved a little closer to her face, hoping that Pacifica would notice the bulge in his swimsuit, yank his red swimming trunks down and maybe take him in the mouth to relieve his erection. Pacifica however simply checked that her skin was properly protected from the sun, and then thanked him with a smile.
“Um…” Dipper made his best attempt of a sultry tone. “Do you want me to apply sunscreen anywhere else?” He glanced at the bottom of her purple bikini.
“No, thank you.” Pacifica grabbed her magazine and opened it by the page she was reading earlier. “I’m fine.”
Somewhat disappointed, Dipper lay down and did the same with his journal. He however kept ogling Pacifica from the corner of his eye, and every time the busty blonde scratched her exposed nipples Dipper couldn’t help but squeeze his Journal and hold back a whimper of arousal.
“You know,” Pacifica said all of a sudden as she stood up and stretched. “You’re so cute when you’re too shy to ask what you want.” She smirked at him.
“W-what?” Dipper flustered.
Instead of answering, Pacifica walked up to the edge of the water and took off her bikini bottom.
“Are you coming?” She winked at him seductively over her shoulder, and then entered the river naked.
Dipper stood up and removed his swimming trunks so hurriedly he tripped and hit the ground with his face. He quickly stood up again and tittered embarrassedly, and then hurried to the water after Pacifica. The busty blonde stared amusedly at how Dipper’s penis swayed left and right as he ran towards her.
The couple swam into the river until the water level was a little above the navel. Dipper instinctively pulled her closer and rejoiced in the sight of how her wet naked skin glistened under the sun, highlighting the curves of her hips and breasts. Pacifica threw her arms around his shoulders, pressed her naked breasts against his chest and kissed him. Dipper hummed appreciatively at the feeling of her erected nipples poking the skin on his chest, and he slid his hands up and down Pacifica’s back. The busty blonde in the meantime shuddered pleasantly at the physical contact. The water was rather cold, but Dipper’s body felt very warm; warm enough to make her moan lightly and move her hips in an attempt to rub the hard erection that was poking her belly.
Pacifica pressed her hands on his chest to part the hug, and looked down at his erection. She felt both amused and guilty when she noticed Dipper’s foreskin was red like a tomato. She had apparently overused it earlier in the tent, and now it had a rash. The busty blonde grabbed his penis to start stroking it gently, and Dipper winced lightly, but then brought her into a kiss and gave a little moan as she teased his frenulum.
“Dipper,” Pacifica moved her mouth to his ear and whispered. “I want to feel you balls deep inside me.” She grinned when she felt his penis twitching violently in her hand.
Dipper flushed crimson red and tittered.
“Me too.” His eyes widened as he realized what he had said. “I mean… Not your balls in me! You don’t have balls and even if you did I… ugh.” Dipper groaned and facepalmed.
“I know what you meant.” Pacifica giggled. “Now you tell me something dirty. I want to feel a twitch too.”
“Alright, um…” Dipper had been caught completely off-guard. “I’m going to… ah… stuff your turkey?”
Pacifica blinked in disbelief a few times before speaking.
“What?” She stared at him in complete bewilderment. “Is that really the best thing you came up with?”
“I think it sounds hot.” Dipper countered and blushed.
“How on earth can you think that’s hot? You’re comparing me to a turkey! They’re fat and have this… this little thingy hanging from their beak! And they do ‘gobble, gobble’!”
“You do the ‘gobble, gobble’ pretty well.” Dipper joked but Pacifica kept her glare. “Okay, let me try again. Um… Wow, Princess. You smell delicious. Nobody would say you haven’t taken a shower since we left Gravity Falls!”
“Ooookay.” Pacifica scowled at him. “Let’s drop the topic before you say something worse.”
“Was it really that bad?” Dipper scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “I just said you smell good.”
“You also said I don’t shower.” Pacifica discreetly sniffed her armpit to make sure she didn’t smell of sweat. There weren’t any showers in the wilderness, but she had freshened up that morning in the river. “And one doesn’t just tell that to a girl, even if it’s a compliment.”
Dipper looked down and frowned, and Pacifica couldn’t help but smile. She knew he was bashing himself for his poor choice of words, and she found that absolutely cute.
“However,” She rested a hand on his chest and traced seductive circles with her forefinger. “I appreciate the effort, and I know you’ll get better at it, so what do you say we play a game?”
“A game?” Dipper smiled nervously.
“You’re pretty excited.” Pacifica gave his shaft a few pumps and smirked when Dipper wiggled eagerly. “I say I can suck your Big Dipper off before running out of air. I’m very positive I can do it; I have the record for the longest time holding the breath underwater in Gravity Falls after all.”
“You were also the only participant with a private pool.” Dipper remarked with a smirk. “But sure, you’re on.”
Pacifica took a few deep breaths, and then she went underwater. Her hair was so full that it quickly pooled above her head on the water surface, keeping Dipper from seeing what she was doing, but not keeping him from feeling it. The boy closed his eyes as he gasped and threw his head back. It didn’t take him long to know he was going to lose this game.
The busty blonde was a very competitive person and she would do anything to win, even cheating. She grabbed his penis with both hands, the thumbs along the underside of his penis, and then she stroked him up and down, abusing his frenulum with her thumbs and flicking her tongue relentlessly against the opening on the head of his penis. Less than a minute later Dipper’s legs strained, his hips pushed forwards and his penis twitched violently. Pacifica was about to take his ejaculation in the mouth, but then she changed her mind, pulled back and stared at how Dipper came. While underwater, his penis gave the impression of spraying white smoke instead of the usual thick sticky rope of semen, and this astonished Pacifica so much she couldn’t stop staring agape at the show.
Dipper bit his bottom lip and moaned softly his pleasant orgasm, the oversensitive head of his penis making him wince lightly at the contact with the cold water of the river. He rested his hands on top of Pacifica’s head and then she engulfed his penis, the sudden change from the cold water to her hot mouth making the boy shudder in absolute pleasure.
“Hey Dipper!” Mabel chirped from the riverbank.
The boy shot his eyes open and stared at his sister in horror. She was wearing her swimsuit, and carrying her towel over one shoulder and her beach bag over the other.
“M-Mabel! What are you doing here!?” He pressed his hands on Pacifica’s head to keep her underwater while he pleaded inwardly for Mabel to leave.
“I got bored without anybody to talk to, so I came back. The perfect tan is not worth it if it’s not fun!” Mabel grinned, but then something on the ground caught her eye. She picked up his swimming trunks and her happy grin turned into a teasing one. “Oh, are you skinny dipping?”
“Uh… Yes!” Dipper stroked Pacifica’s head to keep her down just a little longer. Mabel hadn’t seemed to notice her underwater. “Can you leave for five minutes while I put something on?”
“Aw, c’mon. It’s not like you have anything I haven’t seen before.” Mabel waved her hand dismissively. “Hey, where’s Pacifica?”
“Puah!” Pacifica gasped for air as she emerged, her back towards Mabel. She looked at Dipper so excitedly she failed to notice his face. “Did you see that? Your Big Dipper shoots like smoke underwater when it cums and…! Why are you so pale?”
Dipper grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around before she said anything else. Pacifica noticed Mabel, and then she gave a shriek and covered her breasts with Dipper’s arms, which were bigger for the task, as her face and shoulders flushed crimson red in embarrassment.
“Oh, wow, Paz-Paz! How very indecent of you!” Mabel giggled, doing her best imitation of the heiress’ snobby tone of voice. She then fished out her phone from the beach bag and took a picture of the naked couple. “Haha, blackmail!” She smiled slyly. “How much do you think that picture is worth, huh? Because I always wanted to have my own pony.”
Pacifica growled and Dipper had to let go of her because, even though he couldn’t see her face, he could perfectly feel she was seething. The angry blonde then broke into a race towards Mabel, who remained still wondering if Pacifica would actually leave the water and chase her naked through the shore. A second later Mabel was screaming and running for her life along the riverbank with Pacifica very, very close behind. The genuinely scared brunette dropped her beach bag to gain some more speed and jumped over a bush in the last second to get into the forest. When Pacifica tried to follow Mabel there, the stones and twigs hurt her naked foot soles and she had to give up.
“Darn it. She runs like a hare.” The naked blonde panted for air.
“I would’ve run like that too if you had given me that face.” Dipper commented as he left the water and stared at her awkwardly. Just as he had feared from the start, Mabel and Pacifica had ended up colliding.
Pacifica rummaged through the dropped beach bag for a second, and then turned to Dipper with a scowl on her face.
“It’s not here! Argh! I really hate your sister!”
“I guess this killed the mood?” Dipper asked while he grabbed his swimming trunks.
“What do you think?” She asked sarcastically. “Let’s just go back to the camp. I have to kill your sister.”
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A camping trip with Mabel