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Disclosure & Interloper	By : Lennoxmacduff Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 12561 -:- 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. Credit to Poland for the proofreading.

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Fairy-Slayer: Thanks. While I was building the characters in my head, I kept checking the show and some of the lewd fanart to make sure they remained as close as possible to how they were in the show, while also engaging in sexual activies. I persoanlly have an easier time writing Pacifica than Dipper, and a really hard time writing Wendy, so I am glad that all three of them were well received and felt natural.

The situation in the living room was so tense that one could cut the air with a knife. After Wendy broke the seemly very expensive vase and accidentally revealed her presence to Dipper and Pacifica, the young wealthy blonde had demanded to talk to Wendy. On one sofa sat the redhead, embarrassed and uncomfortable, and on the opposite sofa sat Dipper and Pacifica. Pacifica had quickly covered her nudity with her silky house robe, but Dipper had not been so lucky. He had been forced to sit naked next to Pacifica and cover his privates with his hands, feeling even more uncomfortable than Wendy.
“Can I at least put on my boxers?” His voice cracked of how nervous he was with his body naked and his crush sitting in front of him.
“Did I say that you could?” Pacifica replied spitefully. “Dipper, I’m really mad, so don’t provoke me or I swear I’ll show you the door and you’ll leave with what you’re wearing right now!”
Dipper gulped and didn’t open the mouth anymore. When Pacifica turned to Wendy, the redhead felt a chill going down her spine and she gulped too. Despite how small Pacifica was, her deep blue eyes allowed her to cast some very intimidating glares when she wanted to.
“What were you doing in the corridor?” She hissed. “And don’t lie!”
“Dude, I swear I just wanted to make sure all that moaning wasn’t because you got hurt.” Wendy raised her palms in a defensive gesture.
“Yeah, right.” Pacifica scoffed. “In your mind that must’ve sounded like a nice excuse to take a peek.” A light red spread throughout Wendy’s cheeks. “And, not only did you have the indecency of peeking on us, but you also had to break that vase!”
“I’m really sorry about that. It was an accident.”
“Do you see that bear skin rug?” Pacifica pointed with her thumb at the taxidermy bear rug that was still dripping semen from the mouth. “I can phone a dry cleaner service tomorrow morning and it will be good as new long before my parents come back, but what am I going to do with that broken vase? It was a limited collection!”
“Was it… very expensive?” Wendy feared the answer.
“For me, nah. But for you?” Pacifica chuckled arrogantly. “You’re sitting on $200 cushions. What do you think?”
“Okay, uh…” She felt her head was going to explode from the stress. She didn’t even make half of that in a month working at the Shack. “I’ll talk to your parents and take the full blame. I can start working in the manor until I pay it back to you.”
“You’d need several lifetimes to pay for it that way.” She looked at her body up and down. “Or any other way, really.”
Wendy nodded very slowly and lowered her head. Normally she would not have taken an insult to her appearance lightly, but at that moment she was at the young heiress’ mercy. The teen was fully aware of the economic situation in her household, and she was certain that her father would not be able to afford whatever the vase cost.
“Princess, please…” Dipper whispered pleadingly. “She’s my friend…”
“However,” Pacifica made a gesture to silence him and continued. “It just so happens that I am in need of something from you, so if you do me this favor, I can take full responsibility for the property you have so carelessly damaged.”
“Whatever it is, I’ll do it.” Wendy quickly perked up.
Pacifica grinned maliciously.
“You see,” She leaned against Dipper’s side and started stroking his cheek. “I really, really love my Dipper. He’s the smartest person I know, and he can see the real me. He’s never afraid to tell me when I’m wrong; he’s like my pillar of ethics and moral support.”
The boy flustered at the words spoken from the heart, and smiled awkwardly when Pacifica pecked him in the cheek before rubbing her nose against it.
“For that,” She continued. “I love him unconditionally. I love that, despite how smart he is, there is not a bit of evil in him, and being so cute is a plus. I feel incredibly lucky when he says sincerely that he loves me back, but…” She glared at Wendy while she pinched and pulled Dipper’s cheek. “…I can tell that he has an unhealthy obsession with you.”
“I’m not obsessed with Wendy.” Dipper squeaked and pushed Pacifica off to protect his face from further pinching.
“Riiiight.” Pacifica rolled her eyes. “And your sister passed math on her own.”
“She did!” He looked at Pacifica mildly offended at the insinuation. “I didn’t help her cheat during the exams! Mabel responds very well to positive reinforcement and sweets, and she studied and passed on her own.”
“So,” Wendy interjected. “What do you want me to do? Sleep with him?”
“Why, yes.” Pacifica nodded. “In order to have a healthy relationship, I need Dipper to get over that obsession he has with you. This won’t happen until he satisfies that urge, so I’d prefer that he does that in front of me rather than behind my back during a moment of weakness. I think having sex once should be enough.”
Dipper’s eyes bulged out of their sockets.
“P-Pacifica!” His voice cracked. “I’d never—I mean, you can’t ask that to Wendy! That’s prostitution!”
“Do you know how expensive that vase was?” Pacifica narrowed her eyes. “If this were prostitution, I’d ask for far more than a quickie!”
“That’s not the point—!”
“I’ll do it.” Wendy interrupted them.
“Settled then!” Pacifica clapped her hands on her thighs.
“Wait, r-r-really?” Dipper needed to double-check what he had just heard.
“Yeah. I mean, why not?” Wendy shrugged. “You’re a cool little dude and it’s obvious that you like me, and now I’m actually curious about what you do that makes her moan so much.”
“B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b—Ow!" Dipper winced when Pacifica pinched his thigh. “Thank you, I got stuck there for a second.”
“You’re welcome.” The young blonde girl giggled.
“You turned me down earlier this summer!” Dipper pointed at Wendy accusatorily. “And now you’re okay with doing it with me? Why?”
“I turned you down for dating. I never said anything about casual sex.” Wendy raised an eyebrow, since she thought that was clear. “Dude, I’m twice as tall as you. People would’ve laughed their ass off at us if we’d started dating, and I don’t think that’s what you would’ve liked for a first girlfriend experience. But I’m fine doing it with a close friend to get rid of the sexual tension.”
“So, what you’re saying is…” Dipper stroked his chin thoughtfully. “…that if I had asked you for sex at the start of the summer, you would’ve said yes?”
“Hmm…” Wendy pondered about it. “Yeah, probably. I thought you were really cute since day one.”
“Damn it!” Dipper thumped his thigh. “Half of the summer wasted!”
“Wasted?” Pacifica hissed.
“I-I mean,” The boy felt fright gripping his throat. “P-Princess, I’m still happy that you were my first, b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but it’s Wendy!”
Pacifica scowled at him for a little longer, and then turned to Wendy with a tired expression on her face.
“See what I mean about the obsession?”
“I find it flattering.” Wendy chuckled. “Let’s do it then, lucky boy. Do you have a condom?”
“…No.” Dipper felt like dying then and there.
“Okay, don’t worry.” She quickly calmed the boy down, since he looked on the verge of tears. “We can do it raw. If Pacifica doesn’t make you wear condoms, then you must be very healthy.”
“And c-can I cum inside you?” Dipper’s eyes sparkled as if he was before the most important thing in his life.
“No, you can’t.” Pacifica stepped in. “That’s only for me. Or are you saying that I’m not enough?”
“No-no, you’re plenty, Princess.” Dipper immediately replied.
“Well, she’s the boss.” Wendy gave Dipper an apologetic smile. “What about anal, though? Would it be different if he came in my ass?”
“Oh!” Dipper turned to Pacifica expectantly. It was a topic he was as curious about, but that he had not got the chance to try with Pacifica.
“Let me put it this way.” The prideful blonde made a disgusted face. “If you put your Big Dipper in her butt, you better forget about putting it in my mouth ever again. I don’t care how much you wash it afterwards.”
“Uh…” Dipper seemed to miss Pacifica’s point and he considered the pros and cons for a second, only to turn to Wendy with a very sheepish expression on his face. “I’m sorry, Wendy. I like her mouth too much…”
“Dude, it’s totally fine.” Wendy chuckled. “Let’s get started then.”
As Wendy stood up, Dipper felt beside himself with joy. Wendy, the girl he had had a crush on before he had even started masturbating, and consequently the first girl he had masturbated at, was about to strip naked before him and they were going to have raw sex. Dipper was certain that was going to be one of the best days of his life, but despite that, he felt there was one small thing he needed to address before he was comfortable proceeding. The boy, however, feared that by addressing that specific thing, he would lose his chance to enjoy the perfect night that was being presented to him. Mustering his courage and ignoring the little voice in his head telling him to ignore the issue, he spoke up.
“Wait!” Dipper stopped Wendy before she untied the bodice of her maid dress, and then he turned to Pacifica. He squeezed her shoulder with the hand he wasn’t covering his groin with, and stared into her eyes. “P-Pacifica, are you sure that you’re okay with this? I don’t think you should do this thing for me if you’re not comfortable with it.”
“Aw, Dipper. That’s really sweet.” Pacifica’s cheeks flushed red; he had not immediately forgotten about her. “But I’m actually doing this for myself, really.”
“Are you sure?” Dipper stared at her worriedly.
“Yes, jeez.” She rolled her eyes and then gave him a reassuring smile. “Just do it before I change my mind.”
“Okay!” Dipper chirped and turned back to look at Wendy, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Pacifica, on her side of the sofa, had been hoping that he would insist maybe a little more, but she sighed and guessed that everyone had their own personal kryptonite, and Dipper’s was Wendy involved in anything lewd.
Taking the agreement between the couple as her cue to continue, Wendy smirked at Dipper and then unfastened her bodice, which let the maid dress drop and pool around her feet on the floor. Dipper was immediately struck dumb with awe, grinning so much that one could see every white tooth in his mouth, and the reaction was completely justified as Wendy had a very beautiful body. Her skin was creamy and pale, paler than Dipper’s or Pacifica’s, and she had freckles on her shoulders, upper chest and hips. Her body was tall and somewhat skinny, but very physically fit and it showed. Her shoulders and arms were muscular, and her belly was toned to the point that one could count four out of six abdominal muscles whenever she exhaled.
However, despite clearly surpassing any average boy her age in strength, there were no doubts about her feminineness. Puberty had been very generous to the redhead lumberjane and, in addition to her beautiful hips, on her chest Dipper greatly appreciated two pale and large breasts, around a C-cup by his visual estimation, with small pink areolas and slightly long nipples, both of them sporting a tiny wrinkle in the center. Unlike Pacifica who was still a kid, Wendy already looked like a young woman. Dipper reflexively licked his lips and moved his eyes down to her panties. She was wearing a pair of orange and yellow stripped cotton panties, and they immediately enamored him. He didn’t want to take his eyes off them.
On the other hand, Pacifica had also been staring, and she was suddenly overcome with relief. In her eyes, with that upper body musculature Wendy looked nothing like a lady, and Pacifica furthermore considered the freckled areas as flawed, so she did not determine Wendy as someone “pretty”. Therefore, the wealthy heiress sighed in relief as she felt she had nothing to fear from the teen when it came to winning Dipper’s heart, and she decided to celebrate that with some teasing.
“Ha!” Pacifica poked Dipper in his flat yet undefined belly. “She’s got more muscles than you, fatty!”
Dipper chuckled nervously. He would not admit it, but the sight of Wendy’s abs whenever she exhaled made him quite self-conscious about the complete absence of his own, regardless of how much he sucked in his gut.
“Oh, you really need these when you live with three little brothers like mines.” Wendy flexed her right biceps and beamed at the first praise Pacifica had directed at her in her whole life.
“Nice panties, too.” She added with well-hidden sarcasm at the rather plain panty design. “Do you mind if Dipper keeps them? He’s really into that thing.”
“D-don’t tell her that!” Dipper squeaked, feeling his cheeks burning and his face turning crimson red in embarrassment.
“You’re into panties? That’s so pervy!” Wendy chuckled, but suddenly stopped when Dipper put on a horrified face. “Oh, hey! I’m joking, dude! Chillax! Everyone likes something and, if you like panties, then good for you. It sounds like a very safe fetish.” She gave Dipper a reassuring smile to let him know that she wasn’t judging him. “I’ll give you mines in a sec. Sorry if they’re wet; I got rained on earlier.”
“What do you like?” Pacifica suddenly asked. “You said everyone has their fetish.”
“Hmm…” Wendy grinned mysteriously and looked at Pacifica. “Maybe I’ll show you later.”
The wealthy blonde raised an eyebrow, puzzled as she had the impression that Wendy had spoken to her specifically and not to both of them with that “you”, but the redhead teen did not elaborate any further. Instead, Wendy pulled her panties down in one swift motion and picked them up, spinning them around on one finger while she waggled her eyebrows suggestively at Dipper. Just like she had expected, the horny twelve-year-old had immediately forgotten about her panties and his eyes were now fixed on her exposed vulva.
“Sorry about the pubes.” Wendy stroked the patch of hair on her groin. “Being single kinda makes one forget to shave these, but usually you can see a trimmed flame shape right about here.”
It was at that moment that Pacifica grinned victoriously. The pubic hair on her mound was indeed rather unmaintained and one could hardly see the shape of the flame with so many other shorter hairs around it, but regardless Pacifica found the evidence of pubic hair as a definitive victory, since the wealthy blonde knew first hand that Dipper preferred mounds to be bald and smooth.
Pacifica turned to Dipper with a knowing smile, expecting to find him with a disappointed, or maybe even disgusted, look in his face, and then she expected him to say something along the lines of that being the straw that broke the camel’s back and that he didn’t find Wendy attractive anymore, but Pacifica found no such face or reaction. The boy had the same stupid grin as before, perhaps an even bigger one. Astonished, Pacifica quickly cupped her chin thoughtfully and zoned out to reconsider everything she knew of Dipper’s tastes. The situation didn’t make sense to her.
“Whoops!” Wendy’s eyes widened when the panties she was spinning escaped her finger and luckily landed on Dipper’s discarded shorts. “Ha! I wish I’d done that on purpose. Well, that solves that, and I’ve run out of clothes. Do you like what you see?” She spun around to give Dipper a full view of her fully naked body, and the boy nodded very eagerly. “Then it’s your turn to show me. Hands off the goods!”
Dipper raised an eyebrow and looked down at his groin. At the start of the conversation he had been so distressed about hiding his most private areas from Wendy that he had completely forgotten that he was still doing it. Nervous and slightly self-conscious, as he was aware that Wendy had dated older and more developed boys than him, Dipper moved his hands away and his erection immediately sprung up, twitching rhythmically as if it was panting for air after being prisoner under his hands for too long. He looked at Wendy shyly, analyzing her face, and much to his horror, the teen snickered.
“No, no!” Wendy immediately tried to excuse the laughter, in between giggles. “I’m not laughing because it’s small!”
“Is it small?” Dipper’s voice cracked and quickly looked at his penis as if it was broken.
“Er…” Wendy blushed. “Okay, my bad. I didn’t mean to say that. I think it’s um… average for your height? I only laughed because I think your dick looks really cute.”
“Oh… Thanks.” Dipper smiled awkwardly. He would’ve preferred adjectives like ‘manly’ or ‘virile’, rather than ‘cute’.
“And, whoa! Is it uncut?” She knelt down in front of the boy to have a closer look. “Man, that’s great! I’ve never had an uncut dick before! Today is totally my lucky day!”
Wendy’s enthusiasm, even if perhaps a little exaggerated, it successfully cheered Dipper up, and he even blushed at the all the praise his young penis was getting. The redhead lumberjane leaned forwards, making Dipper give a little jump when her naked breasts rested on his knees and her red hair tickled his thighs, and then she started massaging his belly and chest with her hands to get him used to her touch. He would have immediately returned the caresses, mainly on her breasts, if he had not had that much brain power focused on not ejaculating prematurely on her chin.
“I think I’m gonna get you off two or three times before we do it. If she’s only gonna let us have sex once, I want you to last long enough to make me cum, and you look about to pop already.” Wendy commented, amused at how wildly Dipper’s penis was twitching despite how she wasn’t even touching it yet. “So how about you let out the first load in my mouth? I’m kinda curious to see what someone your age tastes like. I’ve always dated boys older than me, after all.”
The words coming out of Wendy’s mouth, in combination with her warm breath hitting his naked penis, made Dipper so dizzy that, for a second, he thought he was suffering a brain hemorrhage.
“O-okay.” He replied in a squeaky voice.
“Not so fast.” Pacifica finished meditating and reached a conclusion in the nick of time, quickly sliding her hand in between Wendy’s mouth and Dipper’s twitching penis. “I already did that.”
“And?” Wendy said after shaking her head to get Pacifica’s hand away from her mouth.
“The deal was that you would have sex with him, not blow him.” She narrowed her eyes at the redhead. “Or would you prefer that I also took liberties with my end of the agreement?”
“Fine, jeez. No blowjobs.” Wendy stood up and leaned over Dipper. “It seems we have to move straight to sex. How do you wanna do it?”
“Um…” He flustered at how her breasts were hanging in front of his face. “C-can I top and suck on your boobs?”
“Sure. You can suck on them until your lips are sore.” She grinned at how devoted he seemed to her bust.
“No, can’t do that either.” Pacifica interjected again. “You will have sex doggy-style, on this sofa, and Wendy has to face me at all times.”
“But—” Dipper tried to argue, but a blue-eyed glare was enough to silence him.
“Hmm…” Wendy cupped her chin and commented sarcastically. “Don’t you think he should be wearing a blindfold, too? And maybe you should also tie his hands behind his back, just in case he tries to touch me.”
“Don’t give her ideas!” Dipper squeaked.
“You are going to have sex with my boyfriend in front of me.” Pacifica hissed. “This is not the most comfortable experience for me, so the least you could do is making it easier for me.”
“If you are so against the idea, then why did you propose it in the first place? This was your idea.” Wendy raised an eyebrow.
Pacifica opened her mouth to reply, but then closed it. She had not originally been against the idea, because she had not expected Dipper to like Wendy so much. The goal of the proposition was to allow Dipper to compare Wendy with Pacifica and realize how much better Pacifica was than Wendy, not to get him addicted on the redhead. Part of Pacifica wanted to call the deal off, apologize to both of them, get everyone clothed and then spend the rest of the night normally, but her pride, the bigger part, was horrified at the idea of having to apologize, let alone to go back on a deal she had proposed herself.
“Let’s just get this over with.” Pacifica sighed and scooted to the side to make room for the redhead.
Despite how big the sofa was, Wendy made sure to bend down in front of Pacifica with her face so close that it was practically touching the blonde’s, something she had done to poke fun at the condition that Pacifica had imposed about Wendy having to face her at all times. Pacifica, not in the mood for jokes, felt annoyed at the invasion of her personal space and pushed Wendy in the face until she backed away. Behind Wendy, Dipper had been about to grab her butt when it suddenly hit him in the face, something the redhead apologized for after giggling.
The boy, joyful beyond measure to have Wendy’s freckled ass in front of his face, ignored the little accident and started stroking her hips up and down before he grabbed her butt and, with his thumbs, spread the folds of her vulva. He could not help but compare the redhead’s vulva with Pacifica’s and, aside from the obvious pubic hair, he was surprised to find that Wendy’s inner lips were slightly longer, but still without protruding outside the folds of her vulva, which at the same time were not as fatty as Pacifica’s. Dipper, however, did not mind any of the differences in the very least, and he moved his nose closer to her vaginal entrance to inhale deeply and burn into his brain the redhead’s scent. He found it different than Pacifica’s too, much muskier and intense, with no traces of perfume or shampoo. Dipper really wanted to eat Wendy out after that, but he felt he should ask permission to do that. He, however, had gotten a ‘no’ to everything he had proposed before so, for the first time, Dipper decided not to ask Pacifica for permission and sneakily dived in to eat his crush out.
Wendy bit her bottom lip and tensed the abs on her stomach. She loved getting eaten out and, despite how novice Dipper felt in her opinion, she was enjoying the enthusiasm he was licking her with. He was even rubbing his face affectionately against her vulva now and then. She looked at Pacifica with a little bit of jealousy, as she guessed that the prideful blonde, with how dominant she was, she probably made Dipper eat her out for hours before filling her up, and that kind of dedication was something that she missed from being in a relationship. Wendy, however, was surprised to find Pacifica not looking at her, but over her shoulder instead, and with a very worried expression on her face.
“If you keep frowning like that, you’ll get wrinkles!” Wendy commented playfully.
Then, as if Wendy had struck some sort of psychological trigger, Pacifica immediately gave a little jump, stopped frowning and instead she quickly started massaging her forehead and temples.
“Don’t joke about that! Ever!” Pacifica warned her. “And why are you looking at my face, you creep?”
“You told me to.” She shrugged.
“Hmph!” She had just remembered that, and she disliked it.
Pacifica glared at Wendy, making sure to lock eyes with her. The wealthy blonde had never in her life lost a staring contest; she had powerful deep blue eyes, and she knew it. Beating Wendy on that would be a much-needed victory to increase her currently low self-esteem. Wendy, however, did not look away, but instead she seemed to be curious and take part in the staring contest. Pacifica then frowned to look more menacing, but just a little bit so to avoid damaging her skin and, in response, Wendy suddenly crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out to make a goofy face.
“Eugh! Don’t do that!” Pacifica shuddered horribly and covered Wendy’s eyes with her hands. “That’s super cringey!”
“You lost.” Wendy shook her head free and smirked at Pacifica.
“I wasn’t competing.” She lied and looked away, folding her arms over her chest.
The staring contest had ended up in defeat but, for some reason that she could not explain, Pacifica felt better. She turned to look at Wendy quizzically, wondering why, but then she noticed the redhead was panting at Dipper’s attention, but also grinning and not precisely looking at her face, but far below. Pacifica looked down herself, and saw that, when she had folded her arms over her chest, she had pushed the front panel of her house robe and created a gap big enough for Wendy to see part of her breasts. The prideful blonde quickly adjusted her house robe to cover her chest and, ignoring the possibility of wrinkles, she scowled at Wendy. Pacifica could only interpret the grin as Wendy mocking her due to how flat she was in comparison to Wendy’s big and attractive bust.
“What’s so especial about these fat udders anyway?” Pacifica reached out and touched one of Wendy’s breasts.
“Hey!” Wendy protested.
“You broke my very expensive vase.” Pacifica hissed, narrowing her eyes at the redhead. “I will touch your body as much as I want to.”
“Fair enough.” Wendy was amused, as she was just going to protest about the ‘fat udders’ comment. Behind her, Dipper rejoiced in how incredibly wetter Wendy had gotten all of a sudden, and assumed he was doing fantastically and proceeded to drink all of her love juices.
“Hm. So…” Pacifica attempted to weight Wendy’s big breasts with her hands. “Are they heavy?”
“A little.” Wendy moaned lightly. The boy was trying to reach as deep inside her as possible with is tongue, but luckily for her, he quickly pulled out and started kissing her butt-cheeks, giving her vulva a short break. “I usually get some red marks on the shoulders when I take off the bra at the end of the day.”
“And when did they…” Pacifica cleared her throat and blushed slightly. “…You know.”
The young blonde girl had a thousand ‘girl questions’ that she did not want to ask her mother, as it would give away that she was being sexually active, and neither could she ask her friends, as her social group was mostly bullies and anything she said could and would be used against her when an argument started. She had yet to tell anybody that she was dating a boy, let alone that she lost her virginity nearly a month ago. However, as Wendy had accidentally found out about the relationship and the sex, and furthermore she was a sexually active older girl, she was at that moment the ideal person for Pacifica to ask those sensitive topics, despite the romantic rivalry.
“Grow like this?” Wendy finished the sentence for Pacifica, shaking her breasts, and the blonde nodded. “Honestly, I was flat like a board until I was 12, and then these two decided to grow in the span of three months. Hormones can be like that.”
“Really? You’re lucky.” Pacifica muttered, examining the tiny wrinkle in the center of Wendy’s nipples and wondering whether that would be another of those imperfections that she lacked and Dipper seemed to be so attracted to.
“Look, I know what’s on your mind right now, and I don’t think you should worry so much over growing up.” Wendy pushed the left side of Pacifica’s house robe open, slowly just in case she stopped her, but Pacifica did not offer any resistance, and Wendy managed to expose her left petite breast. “Your nipples are really, really cute, and that’s winning half the battle already.”
“You think so?” Pacifica felt slightly uncomfortable being half-naked in front of her romantic rival, but she really wanted an opinion from someone experienced.
“Yeah. Boys are always speaking of boob sizes, but in the end, size is not as important as the nipple. A nipple you can suck on and play with is all you really need. Although, if you’re that worried about your boob size, your mom is kinda busty so you’ll probably have a nice rack too.” Wendy pushed open the other half of the robe, and it slid off Pacifica’s shoulders, leaving her naked from the waist up. “Oh man, your body reminds me so much of Tambry’s.”
“Who?” Pacifica tilted her head in confusion as she did not know any of Wendy’s friends.
“Someone I used to fool around with when I was your age. She gave me my first orgasm on a summer night.” Wendy smiled absently for a second as she remembered those crazy months. “That’s water under the bridge now though.”
“What do you mean that she gave you your first orgasm?” Pacifica asked, since the statement did not make sense in her head as she was well aware that Wendy dated boys.
Wendy smirked and, instead of answering, she yanked the silky house robe away and exposed Pacifica’s vulva, leaving her completely naked.
“What do you think that you’re doing!?” Pacifica gave a jerk of surprise and covered her most private place with her hands.
“You asked me earlier what was my fetish. Well, Dipper is into panties, you are into Dipper, and I…” Wendy started rubbing Pacifica’s thigh up and down very slowly. “…I’m into little girls.”
“A-are you serious?” She stopped Wendy’s hand with one of hers. “Is this a prank? Because I swear that I’ll—”
“I’m totally serious, and I’m dying to eat you out right now.”
The confession had completely caught the wealthy heiress by surprise, but suddenly many things made sense, like Wendy peeking on them despite stating she had no romantic interest in Dipper, and how she had been trying to get a glance of her nipples a minute ago.
Pacifica was too dumbstruck to think properly. The prideful blonde knew she was not lesbian, and moreover she saw Wendy as a rival, not as a romantic interest. She decided those reasons were good enough to escape the situation, and tried to express them verbally.
“But I—”
“Aren’t you curious about how someone else does it?” Wendy interrupted her. “If you plan to go serious with Dipper and be monogamous, this may be your only chance to find out how it feels to be eaten out by someone else, a girl on top of that.”
“Well, I…" Pacifica wondered for a second whether Wendy could read minds, and screamed in her head to see if the redhead flinched at the loud noise, but nothing happened. She felt stupid afterwards.
“Think about it.” Wendy interrupted her again. “He’s doing my pussy right now, so he can’t protest that I’m doing yours.”
The wealthy blonde remained silent, with a thoughtful expression on her face.
“You have ten seconds to say no.” Wendy grinned lustfully. “Otherwise, I’m going to taste your pussy and I don’t plan on stopping until I’m satisfied.”
Ten seconds left.
Pacifica bit her bottom lip. She had ten seconds to make a decision that she know would mark the rest of her sexual life. She did not know if she wanted to open that door, as there was a possibility that it may push her further away from Dipper if she discovered that she liked girls sexually, but at the same time she agreed with Wendy that an opportunity like that one did not happen very often, and the conditions allowed her to do that with Dipper being both present and consenting.
Five seconds left.
The blonde considered maybe delaying it to another day so that she had more time to think about it and possibly to consult it with Dipper before agreeing to that. Would Dipper be jealous?
One second left.
Pacifica opened her mouth and Wendy, who was already licking her lips ready to dive in, stopped in her tracks.
“…Go for it.” Pacifica said and, much to Wendy’s surprise and delight, she released the redhead’s hand and stopped covering her vulva.
Wendy chuckled happily and dashed forward to kiss Pacifica.
“Mmm, mmmm!” Pacifica managed to slide her hand in between their mouths in the last second, and pushed Wendy’s face away. “No kissing on the lips! That’s not for you!”
“Heh. Your loss.” She grinned mischievously and moved her mouth down, ready to rock the rich brat’s world.
The horny redhead went straight for Pacifica’s petite right breast, engulfing it and swirling her tongue around the nipple. After eliciting a moan from the young heiress and successfully disarming her, Wendy pushed the blonde’s chest to make her lie on her back and then used her hands to spread Pacifica’s thighs open and pull them up, leaving the blonde’s most especial place completely exposed and defenseless. The redhead teen gave a shuddering moan at the sight of Pacifica’s bald vulva and moved her face closer to inhale her preteen scent, which inevitably made Pacifica flush red.
The young blond heiress could not help but feel utterly embarrassed. Wendy was being incredibly forward and rough, and the dominant role was something that Pacifica enjoyed doing herself, but not so much being on the receiving end of it. To make things worse, there was no way that Pacifica could overpower Wendy’s muscular arms and close her legs to deny Wendy her vulva. Annoyed at her powerlessness, Pacifica directed a murderous glare at Wendy, something that amused the latter greatly.
“Aww, don’t look at me like that!” Wendy chuckled. “I just didn’t want your legs to get in the way of this pretty pussy.”
“You are aware that I get to decide where you sleep tonight, right?” Pacifica hissed. “And this can range from a four-poster bed, to the peacock’s pen outside.”
“Ohh, and what do I have to do to sleep in your bed?” She smiled playfully.
Pacifica opened her mouth to reply, but no sound came out. The only visible reaction was her face flushing crimson red.
“Dream about it.” She finally replied. “Because it’s not happening.”
“We’ll see about that.”
With that, Wendy landed a furtive peck on the heiress’ clitoris before she opened her mouth and tried to push as much of Pacifica’s vulva inside it as possible. The wealthy blonde let out a gasp that was followed by a moan. She could feel how Wendy’s adept tongue assaulted her clitoris, deftly pushing her clitoral hood out of the way and coating Pacifica’s most sensitive nub with her hot saliva before starting to mercilessly flick it horizontally.
The blonde preteen was quickly overwhelmed by that overstimulation, and soon she felt powerful pulls in her groin, warming her stomach, flushing her cheeks red, and making her nipples itch. She went to rub them to calm that awful itch and increase her pleasure, but Wendy got ahead of her, releasing the blonde’s thighs and pinching and lightly pulling at her nipples. Pacifica could not believe that; it was almost as if she knew what she wanted before she wanted it.
“H-harder!” Pacifica moaned, deciding to test her luck.
Wendy stopped for a second, surprised at the request, and then smirked. She moved her mouth up, gently sucking on the preteen’s clitoris, as she released one of Pacifica’s nipples and moved that free hand to her vulva. Wendy slowly massaged her vaginal entrance in circles, making sure she was loosed up enough for what was to come, and then she pushed inside Pacifica her middle and ring fingers all the way to the knuckle. Seeing how Pacifica rolled her eyes back in her skull and reflexively landed the hands on her red hair, Wendy started pumping her fingers in and out of the wealthy blonde and rejoicing in every single throaty moan she got out of her.
Behind the lumberjane teen, Dipper pulled his mouth away from Wendy’s dripping slit. She was so wet that the boy considered that he had given her enough of a head start to, with some luck, make her cum with his penis before he inevitably had to pull out to ejaculate. Dipper pumped his penis a little bit, which was even more aroused than before despite the lack of attention in the last couple of minutes, and prepared to penetrate the redhead. The size difference between them was so big that the twelve-year-old had to stand on the sofa for his shaft to properly align with Wendy’s vagina entrance while she was on all fours. He panted in excitement as he pressed the eager head of his penis against the opening to her love canal, but then a moan caught his attention before he shoved it in.
“Oh my gosh, yes, YES!”
The boy raised his gaze and saw something that he would remember for the rest of his life: His crush was eating out his girlfriend, and the latter was loving it. Pacifica was panting heavily, her face crimson red and her hands grabbing two fistfuls of fiery red hair while Wendy visibly swirled her tongue around Pacifica’s clitoris and mercilessly pumped her fingers in and out of the blonde’s slit. It was the hottest thing Dipper had ever seen, but he could only be marveled by the sight for a second because, immediately after that, he felt the head of his penis pulse pleasantly and a jolt of ecstasy travel from his groin to his brain. He had just started orgasming without even touching his penis, and he was a second away from ejaculating all over Wendy’s vaginal entrance.
Desperate, the boy whimpered as he tightly gripped the base of his penis to prevent the semen from traveling through his urethra, and he jumped off the sofa to rush to Pacifica’s side.
“P-Princess, Princess!” He whined, his semen dangerously building up in the base of his penis and demanding to get out.
Pacifica was in the heaven of overstimulation. Her whole body tingled pleasantly, and her cheeks felt incredibly warm. Every time Wendy pumped her fingers in and out, she felt a pleasant jolt starting in her groin and going all the way to her brain. It felt like being constantly on the joyful brink of orgasm where her body was hypersensitive, but without putting an end to it, and it was completely rocking her world. If only it gave her a pleasant fluttering in the heart, she would deem it better than sex, but even then, that did not fall very far behind so, if that was how skillful oral sex felt like, she fully intended to force Dipper to learn, and if possible, surpass Wendy at it.
This blissful haze only got better when her nose caught the musky scent of Dipper’s penis, and she opened her eyes to see him with a cute face of effort while gripping his red and twitching penis just a couple inches away from her mouth. He was no doubt holding an ejaculation back so, without wasting a second, Pacifica eagerly opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, unspokenly giving Dipper permission to cum there.
The boy hurriedly pushed his aching penis into her mouth from the side and, once his glans was pressing the interior of her mouth and visibly bulging on her cheek, Dipper released the vicious grip on the base of the shaft and groaned in absolute relief as the pressure of the semen he had built up was suddenly released.
The first ejaculation was consequently so thick and abundant that the dam of Pacifica’s molars could not hold it in the side of her mouth and it quickly overflowed and invaded her tongue, rewarding Pacifica with the strong salty taste that she already associated with sexual pleasure, and that fluttering in her chest that she liked so much. She reflexively squeezed her vaginal walls, and in response Wendy grinned mischievously and lightly hooked the fingers she had inside the blonde before making them twitch and pulse in her best imitation of an ejaculating penis.
It successfully fooled her senses, as Pacifica gave a squeak, tensed up her stomach and contorted her face for a couple of seconds before opening her eyelids, rolling her eyes back and raising and dropping her pelvis as she voiced in a scream the powerful orgasm that surged through her body in such an invading way that she almost mistook it for pain.
Dipper pulled his penis out of the blonde’s mouth while Pacifica rode her orgasm, just in case his ongoing ejaculation accidentally went down the wrong pipe as she moaned after the initial scream, or worse, she bit his shaft, and aimed his penis at her chest. He knew that Pacifica was going to make him lick clean every inch of skin that he dared to stain with his sticky seed, but to him that was a fair price to pay for ejaculating on Pacifica’s perky nipples.
“Nooo! Don’t waste it!”
Wendy, her hand free from Pacifica’s groin, dashed forwards and engulfed the totality of Dipper’s penis with her mouth in a single motion that bumped her nose against the base of his penis, using both hands to grab his butt and keep him from pulling away. It was then the boy’s turn to give a surprised squeak. He reflexively grabbed Wendy’s head, getting two fistfuls of red hair, and roughly rocked his hips against her face to unload in her mouth the rest of the semen that his sudden orgasm had granted him. If that was the closest that he was going to get to giving the redhead a cremapie, he fully intended to make the most of it.
Only when his penis stopped twitching on her tongue and his hands released her hair, Wendy let him go, his quivering legs driving Dipper to sit on the coffee table behind him, in front of the sofa. Wendy, with puffed up cheeks, gave Dipper a playful smirk before she opened her mouth and showed him the mess of semen that he had made inside it. His young seed was so abundant that it threatened to overflow her lips, and only the tip of her tongue surfaced in the whitish fluid. Wendy then closed her mouth and visibly swallowed it all in three gulps. Dipper chuckled nervously and flustered; that action alone had just moved his penis from post-ejaculatory half-mast state, to full-mast and eager to go again state.
“Mmm.” Wendy licked her lips. “Oh, man. You don’t drink or smoke or anything like that, right? It had been so long since I had cum in my mouth that was this clean!”
“Well, I um…” Dipper rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “…I have more, if you liked it.”
“Pffft!” Wendy burst into giggles. “Okay, now I kinda wish too that we’d done this earlier this summer.”
Dipper suddenly felt a flutter in the chest at the look Wendy was giving him. Her eyes were half-closed, not in a bored way but in an inviting way, and her mouth was curved in a lopsided smirk. Despite how new he was to sex, and how even newer he was to interacting with girls that were not his random sister, Dipper could tell that Wendy was giving him a “do me” look, and the only reason he did not pounce on her that very moment was that Pacifica suddenly sat up, panting.
“Fuuf!” She fanned her still red face. “That was amazing! I even regret a little less having invited you over! How are you so good at it?”
“Three years of experience.” Wendy shrugged, and then playfully petted Pacifica on the mound. “And an awesome pussy to motivate me. It tastes so good!”
“Don’t push your luck.” Pacifica slapped Wendy’s hand away from her most privates. “Just because I liked it doesn’t mean that I’m giving you free touching privileges.”
It suddenly clicked in Dipper’s head that Wendy had been indeed eating Pacifica out, which had to make her lesbian. He then quickly corrected himself and assumed Wendy had to be bisexual instead, or perhaps she was heterosexual and she only fooled around with girls, as earlier that summer Dipper had studied thoroughly the list of Wendy’s exs that Mabel had collected for him, and he did not remember any girls in it. Nevertheless, the boy noted mentally that, if he were still going after Wendy, now he would possibly have twice as much competition, and therefore twice as much stress, and he was glad that was not the case.
“Dipper?” Pacifica caught notice of the boy’s pensive face. “Aren’t you like… mad or jealous or something?”
“About what?” The boy snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Pacifica in a confused way.
“Ha!” Wendy playfully shoved Pacifica, which automatically earned a glare from the blonde. “Boys don’t work like that! If you make out with another girl, for them it’s not cheating; it’s just really hot.”
“Oh!” Dipper flushed red. He had indeed not considered it as ‘cheating’ until they had brought it up. “Well, yeah. I mean… it’s hot, but it’s also that Wendy can’t compete with me so I don’t feel that I have to worry.”
“Huh?” The answer had caught the redhead off-guard.
“I have a dick and you don’t.” Dipper blushed slightly as the words came out far more condescending than he had intended, so he added to clarify. “I mean, I can give her creampies and she likes that.”
“Heh. I’d never thought about it that way.” Wendy looked at Dipper with a mixture of surprise and admiration, and then she turned to Pacifica. “You picked a smart one.”
“The smartest one.” Pacifica added, full of pride. “I guess we’re done, then? You two had your fun together, so let’s get clothed, especially you,” She pointed at Wendy. “And watch a movie or whatever to pass time.”
“But uh…” Dipper mumbled. “Wendy and I didn’t get to do it.”
“What do you mean that you didn’t get to do it?” Pacifica was genuinely confused. “You pulled out and then came in my mouth, right?”
“Well…” The boy chuckled nervously and broke eye-contact. “I didn’t get to put it in so… no.”
The wealthy blonde narrowed her eyes at him in such a way that Dipper felt a shiver going down his spine.
“Were you touching yourself behind her?” She asked, annoyed. “I told you that you have it forbidden to touch yourself! You only waste everyone’s time when you do it!”
Wendy raised her eyebrows and grinned. The exchange between the couple was amusing her greatly.
“I wasn’t touching myself.” Dipper replied in an embarrassed tone. “It just came out on its own.”
“Aww, he had a premature ejaculation!” Wendy chuckled, but then stopped when she saw how Dipper’s face was turning a dark shade of red. “Which I guess happens to everyone now and then. Especially boys that are with two hot girls but aren’t allowed to masturbate regularly.” She gave Pacifica a knowing look, as she felt the blonde was partially at fault there.
Pacifica gritted her teeth. She didn’t like being jabbed at, and less so by her romantic rival. Furthermore, she did not believe that Dipper was being completely truthful. She believed that he had not penetrated the redhead, as Dipper had never lied to her, but she did not believe that he had lacked the opportunity to do so in the two or three minutes that he had been behind Wendy. If he had been busy playing with her vulva or eating her out, Pacifica felt that it was Dipper’s fault that he had not penetrated Wendy before ejaculating. She considered that they were taking her for a fool and were trying to get a second round free, and that was something that she could not tolerate.
“Well, I’m sorry Dipper but I guess you wasted your chance to do it with her.” She shrugged and started putting on the robe. “At least you got to cum in her mouth, despite how I explicitly said that you couldn’t.”
Dipper’s mouth hanged open in surprise. He was seemly about to protest or plead, but instead the boy scowled at Pacifica for the first time ever since they had started dating. It absolutely caught the young heiress off-guard, as Dipper had always been submissive and very rarely argued with her, let alone got mad at her. Pacifica’s toxic part was curious to see whether Dipper would actually have the guts to challenge or insult her, but her romantic and rational parts were fearing that she may have gone a little too far.
“Um… Dude.” Wendy chimed in, just as surprised as Pacifica’s by the angry face Dipper was making. “Can you go to that other sofa for a sec? I think Pacifica and I need to have a small girl talk.”
“No. I—”
“Please?” Wendy added. “As a favor to me.”
The boy did not obey initially. His face was the embodiment of anger, with the skin bright red, the muscles of his neck tensed and the orifices of his nose wide open. Only after a good fifteen seconds, Dipper scoffed and reluctantly went to the other sofa, sitting on it with his arms crossed and still scowling at Pacifica. With as much privacy as the distance between the sofas granted her, Wendy turned to Pacifica.
“This is all your fault.” Pacifica hissed before Wendy could even open her mouth, something that surprised the redhead.
“How?” She asked quietly to keep the conversation private.
“I’m never like this with Dipper!” Pacifica’s face contorted in distress. “You’re making me nervous and I keep losing control!”
“Even if it’s my fault and I’m making you nervous, you shouldn’t pay it with Dipper. If you keep treating him like that, he’ll hate you.” Wendy whispered from experience, since when she had started dating, she had also been picky and jealous. “Just because he’s goodhearted and won’t normally retaliate doesn’t mean that you can freely step on him, or that he doesn’t suffer from it.”
“I know all of that, but the feeling still won’t go away!” Pacifica sighed and covered her face. “I can’t think straight right now.”
“Well, you told him that he could have sex with me, and he was really excited about it. Taking that away from him now is kind of a dick move, so I’d just let him do it and done.”
“I don’t want him to discover that he likes you more than he likes me…”
“Making him miserable will already achieve that, don’t you think?” Wendy gave her a lopsided smile.
“…I guess.”
“Hmm…” Wendy thought for a couple of seconds, and then she leaned forward to whisper into Pacifica’s ear. “How about we do it this way?”
As Wendy whispered her idea, Pacifica quickly tried to protest, but Wendy silenced her mouth with a finger and continued explaining until she was done.
“I don’t like it.” Pacifica shook her head.
“It’s guaranteed to work though.”
“What if it isn’t?”
“It will.” Wendy gave her a reassuring smile.
“But what if it isn’t? I’m the one risking everything here!”
“If it isn’t,” Wendy rolled her eyes. “Then I guess I’ll ask you for an umbrella and a flashlight, and leave.”
“And-and…” Pacifica quickly added. “You’ll tell him that you’ve realized he’s too short for you and you don’t like him anymore. And that his dick is too small!”
“Ow, that’s brutal.” Wendy chuckled. “But alright; I’m totally sure that it won’t come to that. If it works, though…” She slid a hand into Pacifica’s robe and squeezed her petite breast. “…I want permanent touching privileges.”
“If it works,” Pacifica finger-flicked the redhead’s hand out of her robe. “I will remove the peacock’s pen from the list of possible places you will sleep in for the night.”
“That’s also good.” Wendy chuckled, and stopped whispering to talk to Dipper. “Yo, dude! Stop making that scary face and come here! She’s gonna let us have sex and you can top!”
“For real?” Dipper’s frown turned upside down.
“Yes,” Pacifica stood up and started walking to the opposite sofa. “And I will wait there and I promise not to interrupt you.”
“And you’ll be touching yourself.” Wendy added with a grin.
“No, I won’t. I never do that.” Pacifica gave Dipper a hopeful smile. “I have a boyfriend who loves me and does it for me, right?”
“Of course!” Dipper excitedly hopped off the sofa and grabbed Pacifica by the shoulders, pecking her on the lips. “Princess, you know my tongue is completely at your disposal until my jaw cramps!” He grinned at Pacifica, who returned the grin, but then he looked over her shoulder and quickly moved her out of the way. “Buuuuut, after I’ve had my turn with Wendy.”
Pacifica directed a tired expression at Wendy before sitting on the opposite sofa, and she replied with an apologetic smile, but Dipper did not notice any of that. The boy was far too busy climbing on the sofa next to Wendy and spreading her legs.
The first thing Dipper did was to bury his nose into her red pubic hair and inhale deeply. He was curious to see what it smelled like, and he was pleased to find out that Wendy’s particular musky scent seemed especially concentrated there. He really hoped that her panties had captured that scent. Dipper pulled away, lest he ended up ejaculating early again, and then he moved his hips closer to Wendy’s and aligned his eager boyhood with her vulva. Wendy tried to help him align it properly, but Dipper pushed her hands away; he wanted to do that himself, so Wendy moved her hands behind her head and let him enjoy her. The uncovered part of his glans was soon touching Wendy’s most especial place, and Dipper could not help but start panting.
As he leaned forward and slowly penetrated the redhead, Dipper threw his head back and moaned lightly; he had not expected her to be so tight given the size difference between them, but Wendy’s vaginal walls were successfully peeling his foreskin and squeezing his naked glans. Once he was buried to the hilt into his crush, Dipper groaned and rolled his eyes back in bliss. He made eye contact with Wendy, just to make everything feel even better, and he noticed how she was grinning at him with a mixture of amusement, surprise, and pride, as if his reaction was something that she had already seen a few times but it never got old to her.
In Wendy’s experience, all virgin boys made a similar face during the initial penetration, whereas those with experience had a wider range of expressions for the occasion, so she found delightful that, despite having experience, Dipper was making such a virginal face after penetrating her. She swayed her breasts very lightly to draw his attention to them, and Dipper threw his mouth on her mounds like a starving man on a roasted chicken. He started with the left one, sucking vigorously as his tongue aggressively prodded the tiny wrinkle in the center of them. Such rough sudden attention earned a squeak from the read, which was music for Dipper’s ears and made him start to rock his hips like an animal in heat. The sound of skin smacking against skin quickly filled the room.
“D-dude!” Wendy moaned before chuckling. “Pace yourself! You’re gonna faint!”
Dipper stopped the frenetic thrusting of his hips and raised his head from her breasts to look at her. He was indeed panting heavily, and he felt dizzy and out of air. Blushing and embarrassed at having lost control, Dipper smiled awkwardly and resumed moving his hips at a gentler pace. She was right; he needed to savor the moment because he was not going to get a third chance.
The boy pressed Wendy’s breasts together and rubbed his face against them, rejoicing in the particular velvety texture of her nipples as they poked him in the cheeks and in how soft and warm the mounds were. He wished he could sleep with his face resting on them.
Dipper started sucking on her other nipple, just as roughly despite the gentler pace of his hips, until Wendy snuck a finger under his chin and raised his head. He wondered whether she had stopped him because he had done something wrong, but Wendy cleared his doubts when she leaned forward, cupped his face and kissed him.
The action was so sudden, and so welcomed, that his penis started seeping precum into the redhead and Dipper moaned, something that Wendy took advantage of to invade his mouth with her tongue while her hand swept down his back and squeezed his small butt. If Dipper had not been so astonished by the kiss, he would have started thrusting his hips crazily like before. Her tongue retreated back into her mouth and Dipper’s followed it. He could taste himself there, but also Pacifica’s juices, and a faint taste of sugar cotton and soda too. It reminded him that there was a funfair at town, but his train of thought was interrupted when Wendy suddenly sucked on his tongue at the same time she gave a squeeze to his boyhood with her vaginal walls, something that made Dipper groan and his penis twitch violently.
“Not bad.” Wendy said after parting the kiss, grinning at Dipper’s dizzy expression. “You’re really loving this, aren’t you?”
Dipper nodded very happily, and moved his mouth back to her breasts while she stroked his head. Doing her raw while sucking on her nipples was a dream come true, and the caresses that she was providing to his hair were a very appreciated plus.
“This is the best thing ever!” He replied to her question with a mouthful of breast.
“Haha, if I’d known this was so important to you, I would’ve let you do this a long time ago.”
Dipper smiled to himself, wondering how things would have been. While he was zoned out, Wendy smiled mischievously and crossed her legs behind him, using her heels to push him deep into herself while she trapped him into a tight hug with her arms which, due to the size difference between them, placed Dipper’s face in between her breasts.
“W-Wendy?” He squeaked. Pacifica always did the leg-lock before orgasm and Dipper had conditioned himself to recognize that as a sign to ejaculate, so Wendy’s sudden leg-lock had put him in a situation where the tension in his groin was quickly building up, but her vicious grip on him kept him from thrusting his hips to gain pleasure.
“Now that we’re this close and personal,” Wendy looked at Dipper seriously in the eyes. “I have a confession to make to you. Is that okay?”
Dipper nodded hesitantly. He was confused.
“I once kinda touched myself thinking about you, after that bunker incident.” She stroked his hair lovingly. “You were so brave and manly hacking that shapeshifter with the hatchet, that I couldn’t help myself.”
“R-really?” Dipper’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Yup, and it was an awesome orgasm. I even went for seconds.”
Dipper grinned like he had never grinned before. He found what Wendy had just said as the best compliment in the world, even more so coming from her.
“Now, I’ve told you a secret, so I want to know something in return.” She gave him a playful look. “How many times have you touched yourself thinking about me? Don’t deny it because I know you’ve done it.”
“Well, eh…” Dipper flustered, very embarrassed. “I didn’t keep count, but I did it once or twice… daily… for like a month.”
“Wow, you’re gonna make me blush.” Wendy nodded with respect at Dipper’s achievement, and then smiled mischievously. “That has to be many more times than about Pacifica, right?”
“Uh…” Dipper checked on Pacifica. She was staring boringly at her fingernails and seemly not paying them any attention.
“Dude.” Wendy quickly moved his face to make him focus on her, and started massaging his penis with her vaginal walls. “You’re balls-deep into me. This is as intimate as we can get, so you wouldn’t lie to me in such a magical moment, right? I would be really disappointed in you.”
“Y-you’re going to make me cum like that!” Dipper whined, astonished at the level of control Wendy had over her vaginal walls.
“Answer the question.” She repeated, stopping the abuse of his boyhood.
“Many, many more times.” He finally said after some hesitation. “B-but I knew you for longer, a-and Pacifica keeps me on a strict celibacy in between dates, so—”
“Oh, that’s really bad.” Wendy interrupted him. “Young boys like you should cum regularly so that their dicks grow healthy and hard. Heck, if you were my boyfriend, your cum is so clean and nice that I’d gladly milk you with my mouth on a daily basis until it didn’t get hard anymore.”
The boy gulped soundly and his penis twitched. The idea clearly appealed to him.
“Speaking of which, Dipper…” Wendy started in a seductive whisper, playing with his hair. “I need to know one more thing. Do you love me? No, no, don’t look at Pacifica. Look at me.” She cupped his face with both hands. “After you came in my mouth and I swallowed, I deserve to know, don’t you think?”
“I…” He felt he should not answer that, but he knew that not answering would imply an answer already, and he did not want to lie either. “…Yes. I’ve l-loved you ever since that day at the haunted convenience store. I-I always liked that you don’t treat me differently because I’m twelve, and that you’re really p-pretty too.”
The tone of Dipper’s voice had gotten lower and lower until he said the last thing in a small whisper. He was equal parts embarrassed for the confession and ashamed that Pacifica had witnessed it. He did not want to look in her direction anymore.
“Dude, I’m so glad to hear that!” Wendy leaned forward to peck him on the lips. “You see, I’m totally done with relationships this summer; they’ve given me too many headaches, but oh man, I miss sex so much! So, I was thinking that you and I could be friends with benefits. How does that sound? We’d get all the benefits from having sex without all the fuss that comes with dating. You’d be okay with that, right?”
“I-I…”
“The more I think about it, the more I like the idea.” Wendy continued, interrupting him. “Like, I’m working at the Shack every morning, and we sometimes hang out afterwards, so we have plenty of opportunities to do it every day! It’s perfect!”
“We could, but—”
“The rest of this summer is gonna be awesome!” She gave him a lustful grin. “I’ll do absolutely everything with you. You’re going to coat my body with your cum, starting with my boobs, and then then you totally have to cum in my pussy, my mouth, and my ass too! Don't miss a spot.”
Dipper blinked a couple of times, dazzled. For a second, he thought he was suffering a stroke.
“After that,” She continued. “I kinda want to experiment a little, so don't shy away from your own kinks; I'll try whatever you want. The only rule that I’m setting here is that we have to do it at every chance we get, or else I’m not happy with this relationship.”
“But… Pacifica—” Dipper mumbled. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and saw that Pacifica had turned away from them and hid behind her hair, but Dipper could still see her ear and tell that it was crimson red.
“Oh, right.” Wendy seemed to be pensive for an instant. “Well, if she doesn’t want to share, that’s her problem, don’t you think? You are free to do whatever you want, or aren’t you?”
Dipper remained silent.
“Look,” Wendy stroke his cheek affectionately. “I wasn’t gonna ask you to break up with her, but if she’s going to be an issue, then maybe that’s for the best. Besides, this is a win-win situation for you. You’re exchanging the uptight control-freak brat for the hottest laidback teen in town. Plus, I have three years of experience in bed that she doesn’t, and I won’t put restrictions on you.”
“Wendy, that’s…” Dipper was left with the mouth hanging open in disbelief. “…That’s incredibly mean to say.”
The redhead raised an eyebrow in a quizzical manner.
“How can you say all those things while Pacifica’s right there?” Dipper glared at her. “Are you trying to humiliate her?”
“So what if I am?” Wendy shrugged. “She’s mean to everyone all the time. Even to you. Why do you care if I’m being mean to her now?”
“I care, because it’s not the same!” Dipper felt his cheeks grow hot and red. He was getting angry. “Someone that is mean but tries to be good, and someone that is good but tries to be mean, are two very different things! One is trying to improve, and the other is trying to get worse!” He looked bewildered at Wendy, and then started struggling. “I’m very disappointed in you. Let me go!”
Wendy reaffirmed her grip on the boy.
“Dude, I’m offering to be your personal cum-dumpster for the rest of the summer.” She gave his penis as squeeze with her vaginal walls to highlight her point. “You’d seriously choose her over me after that?
“Yes!” Dipper’s voice cracked. “Because love is not only taking; it’s also devotion and dedication! I-I want to help her be a better person, even if she treats me bad sometimes! I can take it, because in the end it will all be worth it if she improves! If love and trust is all she needs, then I’ll gladly give that to her!” The boy felt utterly embarrassed at the heartfelt confession, and added the last thing in a murmur. “A-and she’s my princess too. She needs me more than you do. You should’ve proposed all of this a month ago.”
The redhead teen stared at Dipper with a surprised expression for a couple of seconds, and then she grinned, chuckled, and squeezed Dipper in her arms before pecking him in the forehead and releasing the grip on him.
“Haha!” Wendy prompted herself up on her elbows, accidentally hitting the boy in the face with her breasts, and turned to Pacifica, addressing her in a mocking tone. “See? What did I tell you? One hundred percent guaranteed to work!”
Dipper blinked a couple of times, confused about what Wendy meant, and turned to look at Pacifica. The young blonde girl had turned to them, her face was crimson red, her eyes were watery, and she had a quivering tight-lipped smile. Dipper felt immediately distressed; she looked about to cry and he had never seen Pacifica cry before so he did not know what he should do about it. He did not have time to react, as Pacifica quickly jumped off the sofa and darted across the room to tackle him into a hug. Dipper was pushed off Wendy and pressed against the back of the sofa.
“Dipper, Dipper!” She laughed happily, kissing him on the lips and then burying her face in his neck, her arms tightly wrapped around him. While they embraced, Wendy grinned and seized the chance to sneakily grab Pacifica’s butt under the house robe.
The boy then understood. He felt like chuckling at Pacifica for needlessly worrying, and he also felt like scolding Wendy for having lied after asking him not to lie to her while they were that close and personal, but he didn’t say anything. He only hugged Pacifica and stroked the back of her head to calm her down. The girl was quivering.
“Princess? Are you crying?” He whispered.
“Eh? No.” Pacifica sniffed and pressed her face against his neck to hide it. “Keep saying dumb things and instead of ‘Dork’ I’ll start calling you ‘Dumbo’.”
Dipper giggled and gently parted the hug to look at her face. Her cheeks were wet.
“I love you, silly.” He kissed one of her tears. “And I love Wendy too, but I love-love you.” The boy gave her an awkward smile. “That came out weird, but hopefully you understood what I meant.”
Pacifica nodded eagerly, and then went back to resting her face in his neck. She was being overwhelmed by the pleasant flutter in her chest.
“I understood it.” Wendy interjected playfully. “What he’s saying, is that I won’t be sleeping in the peacock’s pen.”
The young blonde girl pulled away to give Wendy an ‘Are you sure about that?’ look, but then saw that the redhead teen was grabbing her butt.
“Would you stop groping me?” She slapped Wendy’s hand away. “I thought that hand was Dipper’s!”
“How?” Wendy, amused by the comment, grabbed Dipper’s hand. She pressed their palms together, and her hand was so much bigger than Dipper’s, that his fingertips barely reached the first phalanx of her fingers.
“Whatever!” She flustered. There was indeed little room for mistaking one hand for the other. “Aren’t you two supposed to be having sex, anyway?”
“Oh, do you still want to do it?” Wendy spread her legs invitingly towards Dipper, toying with her clit with one hand. “I played a nasty prank on you so I’ll understand it if you don’t, but I’m horny and up for it.”
Dipper stared at Wendy’s wet slit, and then he gave Pacifica an awkward smile, as if he was asking for permission.
“I’m more okay with it now that everything is clear, but…” She reached for Dipper’s penis and gave it a few quick pumps. “…creampies are still mine, so don’t forget to pull out of her and give it all to me.”
“Of course.”
Pacifica pecked him again, and then she hopped off the sofa. Wendy saw her hurry out of the room, which made her throw a questioning look at Dipper. The boy pointed at his face making a circular motion, and Wendy chuckled and understood. The young wealthy blonde apparently could not stand her face looking anything but perfect, and she had left in a hurry to wash it after crying.
Wendy used her muscular legs to maneuver Dipper in between them, slightly startling him, and then she grabbed his eager boyhood, which started seeping precum right away. That amused her, so Wendy spread the folds of her vulva with one hand, and with the other she rubbed the tiny dripping hole on the tip of Dipper’s penis against her clitoris. The boy sucked in his belly so much as their most sensitive spots ground together, that Wendy could see his ribs and hip bones.
“Wendyyyy!” He couldn’t help but whine; at that rate he was going to ejaculate before even putting it in.
“Okay, okay.” She chuckled and guided the sensitive head of his penis down into her vaginal entrance.
The boy leaned in between her legs, thrusting his hips moderately, and immediately attacked her breasts. This time, however, he pressed them together, aiming Wendy’s nipples at each other and leaning in to suck on both nipples at the same time. He engulfed them, flicking his tongue in between the sensitive buds before giving them a loud slurp. Wendy moaned and giggled; that had both tickled her and made her vaginal walls twitch pleasantly, and Dipper, hearing the mixed noise, released her nipples to raise his head and smile warmly at Wendy. His heart was fluttering pleasantly; he loved that she was liking what he was doing to her.
The redhead returned the smile in an almost motherly way, and then she prompted herself up, grabbing his face with one hand and kissing him on the lips. It was a gentle peck at first, but Wendy was soon gently sucking on Dipper’s tongue. The boy gave a girly moan and, resting his hands on Wendy’s warm breasts, he added more vigor to the thrusting of his hips. It wasn’t long before Wendy gave a moan of her own; she was starting to feel really good. She could tell that Dipper was giving her his everything to last long enough. Sweat was covering his forehead and dripping off his chin onto her freckled chest, the hands on her breasts were tightening their grip on her soft flesh, the small musculature on his arms was bulging out, and the young boy was making the strenuous effort of pulling most of his shaft out before thrusting back in, all while keeping a stable pace. It wasn’t perfect, but it was rough, vigorous and devoted, and it was making Wendy moan in delight.
“W-Wendy…” Dipper pulled away from the kiss, saliva adding to the fluids dripping on the redhead’s breasts, as his face contorted in effort. “A-are you going to c-cum?”
Wendy could see that what Dipper actually meant by the question, was that he himself was nearing his climax but he did not want to finish before she did. The horny teen was close, but not that close. She gave him an apologetic smile.
“I think she needs a little push.” Pacifica commented from the side, startling both of them. They had not heard her come back. “Make room for me.”
Both Dipper and Wendy were so dumbfounded by the request, that Pacifica ended up sighing and pushing Dipper to sit up. Wendy gulped and smiled stupidly as the young wealthy blonde took off the house robe and climbed fully naked on top of her. Pacifica straddled Wendy’s hips and leaned forward, pushing her butt up and giving Dipper a suggestive look over her shoulder. Her tiny slit was just a few inches above Wendy’s, ready for Dipper to pull out and penetrate her when the time came. It was a sight that the boy quickly burned into his mind. The redhead could feel the warmth of Pacifica’s bald mound on her own pubic hair, the well cared and moisturized skin of the blonde’s belly resting on her abs, and the petite nipples poking her stomach slightly below her ribcage due to the size difference. When Pacifica turned her head back to Wendy, she found her biting her bottom lip in such a hungry way that the young heiress felt intimidated.
“Don’t get any ideas.” She hissed at the redhead. “I’m doing this for Dipper.”
“I’ll have to thank him later.” Wendy swept her hands down Pacifica’s sides and gave her naked butt a playful squeeze.
Pacifica, annoyed, was about to establish a set of boundaries and guidelines over what Wendy was allowed to touch, when she felt a sudden movement behind her and Wendy moaned. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that Dipper was hugging the redhead’s leg and had started thrusting rapidly. Every time the twelve-year-old rammed his eager penis into the teen, she dug her fingers into the blonde’s butt. Pacifica saw that as her opportunity to strike, and leaned over one of the redhead’s breasts.
What Wendy saw then, was how the bratty blonde gave her a smug smirk before she opened her mouth and greedily engulfed her nipple, sucking on it gently and pulling at the other with her fingers, all while maintaining eye contact. Her blue eyes were defiant and full of pride, almost telling her that she was having sex with Dipper and going to reach an awesome orgasm only thanks to her and that Wendy owed her big. Pacifica never stopped smirking, not even while sucking her nipple, and it was the hottest thing that Wendy had seen.
The redhead shuddered and groaned; the warmth in her belly was spreading throughout her body and she felt a tingle in her nipples and clitoris. She was almost there, but not quite yet. Wendy moved a hand from Pacifica’s buttcheek to her young vulva, using her index and ring fingers to deftly spread her tiny slit before she pushed her middle finger into the heiress, all while the other hand drew up Pacifica’s side and grabbed her petite breast. The young blonde girl gasped; Wendy’s finger was pretty long, and was two-knuckles-deep into her and wiggling. Pacifica smiled defiantly; she could play that game too, and slid one hand in between their bodies. Her small fingers crossed the redhead’s pubic hair until they found the area that Dipper was smacking relentlessly with his groin, and then with her middle finger she started toying with Wendy’s aroused and oversensitive clitoris.
“Uhh, W-Wendy!” Dipper’s voice cracked and his pace became erratic. “You’re tightening up t-too much!”
Wendy did not hear him. The heat in her belly had turned into fire, and her clitoris and vaginal walls were going crazy. Her belly tensed up, showing all six abdominal muscles, the hand fingering Pacifica pulled out and viciously gripped her butt while the other moved to the back of the preteen’s head and pressed her against her breast. She threw her head back and let out a throaty moan as she pushed her groin against Dipper’s and arched her back to comply with the invasive jolts of pleasure travelling through her spine.
In the meantime, Dipper had been almost on the verge of insanity due to how long he was holding his orgasm back, when he finally felt Wendy’s vaginal walls mercilessly grip his boyhood and heard her moans of joy. It was music to his ears, and the boy tried to thrust even harder for the little that he had left. His balls ached painfully, and his glans was burning and begging to reach orgasm. Dipper moaned in a rather girly way and pushed his young boyhood as deep into the redhead as he could before his penis finally twitched and shoot the first rope of his seed.
The boy shuddered and leaned forward, his hips twitching with every strand of cum that painted the redhead’s vaginal walls. Ejaculating into the girl of his dreams made him feel so fulfilled, that he wanted to keep cumming until she leaked around his shaft, like he always did with Pacifica. That thought, however, suddenly reminded him that he was supposed to pull out. Dipper squeaked, suddenly overcome by fright at what Pacifica would do to him if he did not deliver her a proper creampie, and he pulled his penis out of the redhead with a wet and obscene ‘Pop!’.
Still ejaculating generously and immediately hating the cold air of the room on his wet hypersensitive penis, a rope of cum splattered Pacifica in the anus, something that made the prideful heiress yelp against Wendy’s breast and give a jerk of surprise. Dipper quickly pushed his penis into Pacifica and wrapped his arms around her belly as he buried his face in her hair and sighed with relief, rocking his hips violently to let the rest out. Pacifica shuddered and moaned; not only the love of her life was giving her his seed, but he was also hugging her, and her body reacted with a micro-orgasm that made her rock her butt back and forth to milk all of it. Dipper only stopped her when his balls did not ache anymore, and the last drop of cum had left his urethra. His penis slowly grew soft inside the blonde, hypersensitive and refusing to take any more abuse from the girls for the moment.
“Fuuf, dude! Best threesome I’ve ever had!” Wendy panted heavily, her stomach showing and hiding her abs with every pant.
“Mine too.” Dipper joked from Pacifica’s hair, his voice still cracked, and Wendy chuckled.
All the pent-up sexual tension she had accumulated ever since Tambry had started dating Robbie and put a ban on their lesbian sex, was finally gone. The redhead went to hug Pacifica and kiss her on the forehead as a sign of gratitude, but the blonde did not give her time for that. Pacifica struggled against Wendy’s grasp and sat up, turning to Dipper and leaning to kiss him on the lips, something that the boy reflexively reciprocated, cupping her cheeks and smiling with some embarrassment, but quickly hugging her with passion as the kissing escalated.
Wendy smiled awkwardly, scratched her cheek and looked away. She felt a little out of place, as she was suddenly reminded that Dipper and Pacifica were a couple, and she was only a guest there. She assumed they liked to kiss after making love, and she knew better than to get in between that if it was what they liked.
The redhead prompted herself on her arms and went to touch her vulva. It felt far too creamy. Rubbing it and pulling her palm to her face, her eyes widened.
“Dude, did you cum inside me?” Wendy asked, suddenly earning the attention of both of them. Dipper parted the hug, flustered and smiled apologetically. “Well, uh… Today was not a safe day for… that.”
Dipper’s eyes bulged out and his mouth hung wide open, while his penis suddenly twitched and grew hard, shamelessly proud of the impregnation. On the other hand, Pacifica gasped soundly and immediately slapped Dipper across the face so hard that his whole body shook.
“I told you not to cum inside her!” She shrieked, and went to slap him again.
“Woah, dude!” Wendy laughed and stopped the blonde. “It was a joke, don’t kill him!”
“A joke?” Pacifica narrowed her eyes at Wendy and then slapped her just as hard, on the breast. “Who even jokes about that!? Are you stupid?”
“Owww!” Wendy moaned and robbed the quickly reddening handprint on her breast. She was dumbfounded that Pacifica could slap so hard with those petite and pretty hands. The redhead grinned maliciously and turned her own hand into a fist, ready to strike the blonde in the shoulder.
However, something happened that made her stop. Dipper had drawn one arm around Pacifica protectively, and was glaring at Wendy. Pacifica, on the other hand, was staring at Wendy with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
“What do you think that you’re doing?” Dipper hissed, looking at Wendy’s raised fist.
“Sorry.” She immediately lowered her hand, looking incredibly embarrassed. It was a habit she had picked up from the guys in her group. When there was an argument, they would punch each other in the shoulder until the argument stopped. Even if a little barbaric, it was a very effective way to end an argument quickly, as there was a point where neither of the sides wanted to go on with the pain in their shoulders.
“Aw, my Dipper!” Pacifica, distressed, quickly pecked him on the reddened cheek. “I’m so sorry! You shouldn’t have cum inside her, but I wouldn’t have slapped you if she hadn’t made that terrible joke.”
“It’s fine, I’m okay.” He smiled in a manly way.
Wendy raised an eyebrow. She was certain that Pacifica would have slapped Dipper anyway, but she had to praise the blonde’s cleverness in how she covered her outburst of anger.
“How about you pick what we do next?” Pacifica proposed.
“Really?” The boy was surprised. “You never let me pick.”
“Well, I’m letting you today.” She flustered, blatantly wanting to make it up to Dipper for the slap.
“Uh…” He looked at Wendy and blushed. “I don’t really mind, but can Wendy come with us?”
Pacifica grimaced slightly. Wendy tried to speak before things got out of control.
“I don’t want to get in between you, so maybe I should—”
“The question was towards me, not you.” Pacifica interrupted her sharply. “Either you’re respectful, or you’re out.”
Wendy remained silent. Her nipples, however, became erected again at Pacifica’s display of dominance.
“I’m not content with that idea.” Pacifica started. “As you know, normally I barely have any free time for myself with all the extracurricular activities I do to fulfill my parents’ high expectations. These dates are my only way of disconnecting from my life of responsibilities and stress. But we can only have one every two or three weeks, so when we do, I want to have your undivided attention. I want you to kiss me, hug me and make love to me and only me throughout the day until we fall asleep cuddled up together. When we’re doing it, I feel like it’s just the two of us in the world and nothing else matters. It’s a very liberating experience that I didn’t know I needed so badly in my life until I experienced it, and I won’t let go of it easily.”
Dipper smiled at her warmly. He did not feel it to that extent himself, but he was glad that he was able to provide Pacifica with such experience.
“However,” She continued. “I know that I can’t have your undivided attention while Wendy is also in the manor. Don’t look at me like that; I’m not going to kick you out.”
“Sorry.” Wendy smiled sheepishly. That was a relief to her.
“I knew before we started dating that I would never have Dipper’s full undivided attention. His sister is very important to him and, even if I don’t like her very much, I respect that and I would not ask Dipper to treat Mabel differently or cut ties with her because I’m his girlfriend. I’m doomed to always have to compete with Mabel for Dipper’s attention.”
Pacifica suddenly grew pensive, as if she was contemplating the pros and cons of their relationship. Dipper grabbed her hand, squeezing it, and smiled at her warmly. He felt proud of Pacifica for her display of selflessness. Pacifica flustered and looked away; the pros easily outweighed the cons. Dipper had a very strong effect on her.
“And,” Pacifica cleared her throat and looked at Wendy. “It pains me to admit it, but you’re another very important person in Dipper’s life, and I have to respect that. Today, because of the storm, you can stay with us for the night. But in future dates, I will only allow you to stay for two hours at most, during which I can join for a threesome if I want to. The rest of the day, I want to spend it alone with my Dipper.”
“R-really?” Both Dipper and Wendy were dumbfounded. Pacifica seemly wanted the redhead to join in future dates.
“Yes.” Pacifica sighed, hoping she would not regret her decision. “But I will always get the first turn, and the two of you will not do it behind my back in between dates.”
“Princess, that’s awesome! I love you so much!”
Dipper practically tackled her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and smothering the side of her face in kisses. Pacifica flustered and smiled awkwardly as her face turned red. She was not used to so many displays of affection.
“I want to add another rule.” Pacifica stopped him, and the boy nodded. “I don’t want you to kiss her on the lips. Kissing is very especial to me, so you can only kiss me on the lips. Do you mind?” She turned to Wendy.
“Not really.” Wendy shrugged.
“Then we’re officially friends with benefits." She waggled her eyebrows at Dipper, very well aware that he was going to enjoy that the most.
The couple then squeaked when Wendy pulled them to lie on top of her with their heads on her shoulders, and kissed both of them on the head.
“Dude, you make me a huge favor.” She grinned broadly as she hugged them. “I didn’t fully lie when I pulled the prank on Dipper. I’ve been sex-starved ever since Robbie and Tambry started dating, and I was gonna go crazy soon.”
“Stop molesting me at every chance you get,” Pacifica wiggled her butt to shake Wendy’s hand off. “And I’ll let my Dipper solve that for you. Otherwise you may be restricted to just watching us.”
“I swear it’s pure reflex.” Wendy smiled sheepishly. “I can’t help it while you’re naked.”
Pacifica glared at the redhead and finger-flicked one of her nipples. Wendy yelped, and was about to retaliate when Dipper stopped her.
“Who…” His voice cracked. He cleared his throat. “Who does it better, Robbie or me?”
“Heh.” Wendy smirked at the curious twelve-year-old. “Are you sure that you want to know that?”
“Uh…” Dipper blushed and broke eye-contact. “…Maybe?”
“Okay.” She tapped her chin as she carefully picked her words. “Well, Robbie is much rougher and I really like that, but you put much more effort into making the girl feel special, and that’s very important too.”
“I see… But who’s better?” He asked again, and made Wendy laugh heartily.
“Robbie-Robbie, as in that boy that bullied Dipper?” Pacifica asked, and then scowled at the redhead. “You dated him?”
“He bullied you?” Wendy blinked a couple of times. She was aware that Robbie was condescending towards people younger than him, but she had never seen him bully Dipper in person.
“…Sometimes, but it wasn’t a big deal.” Dipper quickly added, trying to sound as manly as possible.
“Bah, and he did it while we were dating, didn’t he?” Wendy grimaced guessing the kind of mockery Robbie had used against Dipper. “You should’ve told me. I would’ve kicked his ass for messing with you.”
“I handled it on my own fine.” He shrugged.
“Dipper is very brave.” Pacifica commented devotedly, stroking the boy’s cheek affectionately.
“And I’m really proud of him for that.” Wendy squeezed the boy with her arm. She turned to Pacifica. “And you surprised me. You have a reputation in town of being very unfriendly, but I’m glad to see that there is little princess somewhere in you, and that he manages to bring that out.”
“Thanks.” Pacifica flustered horribly. Someone else had noticed her efforts to improve as a person. She quickly changed topics before her cheeks grew redder. “You know what? For the next date, come in the afternoon. If it’s not raining, we’ll hang out in the pool. Dipper has a… let’s say rather curious way of swimming naked.” Pacifica covered her mouth to suppress a giggle. “When he does the front crawl, his butt floats like a buoy, and when he does it backwards, his dick pokes out of the water like a really cute and hard Gobblewonker.”
“Oh man, I really wanna see that!”
Both girls grinned at Dipper mockingly, who blushed crimson red and suddenly found the freckles on Wendy’s chest fascinating to stare at.
“Speaking of which,” Wendy smiled mischievously. “You had a really big bathtub, you said? How big?”
“My personal bathtub is meant for four people, but only I can use it.” She commented smugly. “I like to stretch when I take a bath.”
“Okay, let’s break that rule now.” Wendy sat up and, wrapping her strong arms around Dipper’s and Pacifica’s waists, she picked them up as she stood up.
The boy felt completely embarrassed at being carried under the arm like a little kid by Wendy, and Pacifica felt annoyed.
“Hey!” Pacifica yelped, her vertigo quickly kicking in. Wendy was really tall. “We can walk there, you know?”
“But this more fun!” She laughed. “I run, and you point me in which direction to go!”

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