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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.

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Warnings: Oral sex, Foodplay, Slight dom/sub.
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Dipper and Pacifica arrived at the camp. They were still wearing their swimsuits and Dipper was also carrying the beach bag Mabel had left behind when escaping from Pacifica earlier. Even though Dipper had done his best to calm Pacifica down, the prideful blonde was still mad. The moment Mabel spotted them, she stood up from the log she had been sitting on and walked up to Pacifica. The usually cheerful brunette was back in her camouflage green sweater and jeans, and she looked clearly nervous. Dipper showed Mabel that he had picked up her bag for her, and then sat on a log away from them. He knew from experience that it was best not to meddle in a girl fight.
“Okay, before you do anything,” Mabel put on her best smile and showed her the phone. “Look at what I did to the picture.”
Pacifica snatched Mabel’s phone and raised an eyebrow. The picture had been taken from her navel up, featuring Pacifica’s naked breasts with Dipper’s arms barely covering anything, and half of Dipper’s chest behind Pacifica. Mabel, however, had edited it in a mobile app. In the place of her naked breasts, now there were two pineapples. Where Dipper’s nipple had been, there was now a cherry. Dipper’s face had also an added blush and Pacifica had dark clouds and lighting over her head.
“Do you like it?” Mabel asked when she noticed the start of a smile on Pacifica’s face. The prideful blonde, however, quickly glared at her and Mabel cowered back. “Please don’t kill me…”
“Mabel, I’m really tired of having this same argument every couple months.” Pacifica scolded her. “Your concept of ‘privacy’ is nonexistent and you always end up doing something like this to me! What should I do now? Even if you apologize, I know you’ll do it again! Like the last time, and the one before that, and a dozen more!”
“I thought it would be funny and you’d laugh too. Sorry…” Mabel looked down and played with the bottom of her camouflage sweater. “I thought we were just having fun. I wasn’t really going to blackmail you later.”
“Hmph.” Pacifica cursed inwardly. Mabel resembled Dipper so much when she was nervous that it was becoming difficult for Pacifica to stay mad at her. “Well… I like what you did to the picture and, just because of that, I won’t kill you. But I still think I need to teach you a lesson.” She smirked maliciously. “I thought while walking back from the river of bending you over my lap and spanking your butt really hard, but I have changed my mind. Now I think I'll do something to you when you least expect it. It can be some spanking, or it can be something worse, but you won’t see it coming."
Mabel tapped her chin thoughtfully as if she were wondering what it could be, and then she smiled teasingly.
"Wait, you were going to spank me while Dipper watched?" Mabel giggled. "Oh, Paz-Paz. I didn’t know you were so kinky."
“That’s not what I meant.” Pacifica flushed lightly at the incestuous assumption. “Here, have your cheap phone back before I change my mind.”
“Are you not going to erase it?” Mabel was astonished.
“Nah.” Pacifica shrugged. “I thought it was worse. Heck, my bikini reveals way more than those pineapples. You can keep it, but if I see it on the internet I’m really killing you. My father would have a stroke if he saw it.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.” Mabel grinned. “This one goes straight to the memories scrapbook! And, in any case, it’s not like there is internet service here in the middle of the forest.”
“What do you mean there isn’t internet?” Pacifica’s eyes widened and she rushed to grab her phone from her bag. “How am I going to check my social media then?”
“You actually shouldn’t overuse your phone.” Dipper scratched his cheek. “There aren’t any electric sockets here either, and I don’t like the idea of using the pickup truck battery to charge the phones. We need the pickup more than we need the phones.”
“And what am I supposed to do all day without using the phone?” Pacifica asked sarcastically. “Write in a journal? Knit sweaters?”
“Just relax and do something you enjoy.” Mabel shrugged and then chirped. “Remember that we’re on vacations! As for me…” She went to her hammock, lay on it and yawned. “I think it’s time for a quick beauty nap. Being cute 24/7 is exhausting.”
“Something I enjoy…?” She frowned thoughtfully.
Pacifica had already read all the fashion magazines she had purchased in the mall, she didn’t find healthy to do any more sunbathing today with her pale skin complexion, and she couldn’t draw dresses since she had left her tablet and sketchbook back at home. She simply didn’t have anything else to do on her own there in the middle of the forest. The wealthy blonde looked around the campsite until her eyes landed on Dipper who, after the girls had solved the argument, he had started eating a bag of chips. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and she put on a smile full of malice.
“Dipper!” Pacifica said in a demanding tone as she snapped her fingers. “Come to my tent. Now. And you!” She pointed at Mabel. "I don’t want to see you anywhere within thirty feet of my tent. Got it?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Mabel waved her hand from the hammock and yawned again. “Don’t worry about that; I don’t want to be chased down again anytime soon. Just don’t wake me up. I’ve been up since dawn and I need this nap to keep radiating cuteness.”
After the couple disappeared inside Pacifica’s tent, Mabel sighed in relief. It had all gone way better than she had expected. Closing her eyes and smiling, she tried to catch an hour of sleep.
Mabel couldn’t do it.
An annoying itch in her chest and throat was making her roll over and over on the hammock, and eventually she groaned and gave in to the itch. Mabel knew she wouldn’t be able to go to sleep until she satisfied the itch her curiosity was causing her. She stood up and carefully sneaked near Pacifica’s tent to take a peek. She didn’t do it for sexual drive; she was just very curious about how someone like Pacifica and someone like Dipper worked together in that particular area.
The cheerful brunette quickly spotted Pacifica through the window. Pacifica’s tent was so big it was divided into two rooms, and in that room in particular there was an air mattress and a small table with a chair. Pacifica and Dipper were entangled on her mattress, his arm over her shoulders and her arm resting on his chest, the bag of chips resting against Dipper’s other side. Mabel raised an eyebrow when she noticed both of them were still wearing their swimsuits, and then she heard music, giving away they were just watching a movie on Pacifica’s laptop, which rested on the table in front of the mattress.
Mabel rolled her eyes and guessed Pacifica hadn’t mentioned anything about that to her because she was still upset about that time they had watched an R-rated movie in her bedroom and Pacifica’s parents had found out because of how Mabel yelled the contents of the movie out loud whenever they happened, which led to a severe grounding for the young heiress since her parents found the movie “tasteless”. Mabel shrugged and was about to go back to the hammock when she did some reasoning: If Pacifica was still upset about the movie thing that had happened months ago, the threat of doing something to her when she least expected it was suddenly very real. Mabel changed her mind, and decided to take her nap inside her tent. She knew she would be safer there after setting up a couple of well-thought-out traps in case somebody decided to sneak in.
Back inside the tent, Pacifica rested her head on Dipper’s shoulder and smiled. He seemed to like a lot the series she had downloaded before the trip to watch together. Pacifica had searched for mystery series, and she had run into “A Series of Unfortunate Events”. After seeing that, it wasn’t only about mystery, but also about siblings, she guessed Dipper would love it, and she had been right. Pacifica herself didn’t mind the kind of series she watched as long as she didn’t feel like throwing up due to the amount of gore or had trouble sleeping later at night due to the jump-scares, and this one was nice so far. She had no way to charge her laptop once it ran out of batteries, but that wouldn’t happen until they had watched at least a few episodes, so she was good for today.
Happy about having the rest of the day covered, Pacifica sighed in relief and grabbed a chip from the bag Dipper was munching his way through. She had watched the first episode already in her home just to make sure the series were good, so nothing new to her was playing yet and she seized this chance to pull away slightly from Dipper and take her time to admire her boyfriend while he watched the series.
The wealthy blonde had always thought Dipper was cuter when he didn’t know people were staring at him and he acted completely natural. His brow was slightly furrowed in concentration, and his hazel eyes sparkled with intelligence. If the eyes were the window to the soul, Pacifica was certain Dipper’s soul was pretty smart. The boy was raising one chip after another very slowly to his mouth without breaking the eye contact with the show, trying to unravel as many mysteries as possible in his first watch. His cheeks had a faint permanent blush on them, the result of getting lightly sunburnt earlier at the river. There was also a little bit of stubble on his chin, enough to make Pacifica note mentally to nag Dipper to shave himself later.
Being topless, his naked chest drew her eyes. His sparse chest hair had acquired a slight blond color after their sunbathing session, and his nipples were amusingly erected at his excitement for the show. Pacifica stroked his chest affectionately, running a hand over a nipple to tease him, and then she noticed the great skin color difference between his chest and her arm. Much to her surprise, Dipper had got slightly tanned with only a couple hours of sunbathing in the river, whereas she was just as pale as yesterday. She grumbled something about changing tanning lotions, and then rested her head on his shoulder to close her eyes and relax, just like Mabel had advised her earlier. At the moment, it was just the two of them. No controlling parents, no intrusive twin sister, just the two of them enjoying some quality time watching a movie and…
CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH
Pacifica felt some crumbs dropping on her arm. She opened her eyes and noticed that Dipper, in his increasing excitement watching the series, he was being quite careless about how he ate his chips, and he was dropping crumbs on her mattress. She cleared her throat, but Dipper didn’t hear her. He was completely focused on the show. The wealthy heiress got quickly upset at his lack of manners and she stood up, taking the bag of chips from him.
“You need to eat classier foods with some proper etiquette.” She reprimanded him as she poked his belly with her feet.
Dipper glanced around and realized the mess of crumbs he had made. He tittered and was about to apologize when Pacifica left the tent. Dipper was confused and about to say something, but then Pacifica came back with a large tube of yogurt in her hand. Dipper moved to the edge of the mattress and sat on it.
“Yogurt is classier than chips?” Dipper looked puzzled.
“This is imported Greek yogurt, for your information, and shush, I’m not done yet. Wait there.”
Pacifica closed the laptop and put it back in its bag before clearing the table and laying a tablecloth on it. She turned towards Dipper and sat on the table. With a wink and a mischievous smile, the wealthy blonde untied her bikini bottom and tossed it aside, spreading her legs and giving Dipper a full view of her most private area right before pouring yogurt all over it.
“There, the snack is ready.” She smirked sultrily and patted her thighs invitingly. “And don’t waste any of it.”
With a flush from ear to ear, the boy blinked his bulging out eyes a couple times, and then he advanced on his knees towards her, his eyes never leaving her yogurt coated vulva and his face cracked in such a stupid smirk he looked eternally grateful for the snack, all of which earned a snicker from Pacifica. The tasty proposal had caught Dipper entirely by surprise, since foodplay had been in his list but Pacifica hadn’t addressed it earlier. He had wrongly guessed she wasn’t interested in it.
Dipper showed his appreciation by landing a series of little kisses along her inner thigh towards her groin. He then rejoiced in the opportunity and inhaled deeply the scent of Pacifica’s essence mixed with the sour Greek yogurt. The smell, combined with the heat emanating from her vulva, intoxicated him to the point he shuddered violently and his hard penis throbbed painfully inside the suddenly tight red swimming trunks. He pulled it out for comfort, but he didn’t stroke it yet. Both of his hands got immediately busy pushing her thighs apart before he swept his tongue along the coated folds of her womanhood.
The warm, wet pressure of Dipper’s tongue teasing her nether lips made Pacifica dizzy. The idea of that being a creampie instead of yogurt and having Dipper lapping it clean crossed her mind and made her pant lightly. She grabbed Dipper by his chocolate curls to prevent him from pulling away, and then she pushed her hips up to grant him full access to her most private area. Some of the yogurt had started to roll down her thighs and buttcheeks, and she wanted her groin squeaky clean. The boy licked her thoroughly, having some difficulty with the patch of blond hair shaped like a pine tree, and then put as much of her vulva in his mouth as he could, moaning lightly and sending a vibrating buzz through her clitoris. Pacifica squeaked as her hips jolted and her toes clenched. She hurriedly yanked her bikini top off, and then spilled the rest of the yogurt over her breasts.
Dipper caught the hint and gave a gentle suck to her clitoris before placing his tongue on her vaginal entrance, catching as much of her essence as he could, and then doing a long, slow sweep all the way up to her chin, ending it with a kiss on her lips that tasted like yogurt. Pacifica’s whole body shuddered and she began instinctively rocking her hips, needing something inside herself as soon as possible. Dipper moved down to her breasts and sucked on a yogurt coated nipple while his hand found its way between her legs and palmed her hot slick vulva to calm the horrible itch she had there. He had cleaned her not a second ago, but she was again dripping wet.
Pacifica, however, had her reasons to be so aroused: While Dipper had ejaculated plenty of times that day, Pacifica was still yet to cum once. She still suffered shivers on her arm from her traumatic first masturbation experience and couldn’t masturbate on her own, but the prideful blonde would not ask help for it. Between that and Mabel’s multiple interruptions during the day, she was absolutely stressed down there. As if he knew of her weakness, Dipper started tracing lazy circles with his fingers around her vaginal entrance while he did the same with his tongue around her left nipple. Pacifica whimpered louder than she would have liked, and then Dipper inserted his middle and ring fingers inside her. She gripped them hard with her vaginal muscles in anticipation and, only when she released them, Dipper began sliding them in and out.
“D-Dipper… Oh gosh, faster p-please…” Pacifica moaned in delight and started to feel pleasant prickles all over her groin.
The boy pressed his hand on her belly to push her down to her elbows on the table and get a better angle, and then he started giving quick licks to her breasts, cleaning as much yogurt as possible with each sweep of the tongue, all while his fingers performed slow yet firm and deep pumps in and out of her.
The horny blonde gave him an upset glare; the kind of glare that always started a fire in his groin, and hoped he knew better than doing the exact opposite of what she had asked. Dipper flushed crimson red and his penis gave a noticeable twitch on its own. He had always found Pacifica especially hot whenever she scowled and gave him a blue-eyed murderous look, and now it was one of those moments. The boy smacked lips with her and flicked his thumb over her clitoris, feeling her twitch around his fingers and moan in his throat. Pacifica threw her head back to start panting heavily after the second flick of his thumb, and Dipper punished her for breaking the kiss by nipping her on the jawline, then on the neck, and then on her collarbone, branding her body all while increasing the speed his fingers were pumping in and out of her.
The tent was soon filled with the sound of Pacifica’s wetness sloshing around the blur of Dipper’s hand and staining the tablecloth. Her panting turned into an ululating sound that surpassed the sloshing, all while the practically unbearable burning tension in her groin made her strain her belly and bend her legs. Dipper then moved his mouth to her left perky breast, the cleaner one, and gently bit down on it using his top teeth and his bottom lip before quickly rolling his tongue around the nipple. The perfect rhythm of Pacifica’s ululating was ruined by an added squeak, and then she threw her arms and legs around Dipper, holding to him for dear life as her orgasm gave her the sensation of being floating up in the sky and suffering vertigo, her hips bucking slightly against his hand in an attempt to feel him even deeper.
After a long sigh of satisfaction, Pacifica collapsed on her back, stuffing Dipper’s face between her breasts. The boy gently pulled his fingers out of her overly sensitive canal, making her shudder, and then he traced a line of kisses along her breastbone before standing up.
Dipper knew Pacifica was too sensitive for sex at the moment, but the foodplay had rendered him so sexually aroused that his throbbing erection needed release as soon as possible. He used the fingers coated with her cream to lubricate his penis and started stroking himself slowly, drinking in the sight of his post-orgasmic girlfriend. Pacifica was a little messy, with a fine sheen of sweat on her chest and forehead, some of the sweat beads mixing up with the remaining yogurt and rolling down her sides to form a sticky mess in her disheveled hair. The sight, however, was not displeasing for Dipper, but quite the opposite. He could see the sheer happiness emanating from her very being, and having Pacifica not looking stunningly flawless was such a novelty for the boy that his penis ached even more for release, and his hands weren’t enough anymore. He needed to ejaculate inside something naturally blonde, warm, wet, and also very rich.
Pacifica opened her eyes when she felt him rubbing her nether lips with the head of his penis. Dipper’s eyes expressed a great need, and his penis was crimson red. Pacifica prompted herself on her wobbling elbows with some difficulty.
“Wait.” She pressed a hand on his belly to stop him while she recovered her breath. Then the expression of ecstasy and exertion on her face was replaced by her usual smug smirk. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“You don’t want it?” Dipper nudged her clit with his glans, coating it with his precum, in an attempt to persuade her.
“I actually do,” Pacifica shivered at the light hot pressure on her love button. “But I still want to hear you say it. What do you really want to do now? What do you need?”
“Uh…” Dipper hesitated. It wasn’t something he was used to say aloud.
The prideful blonde put on a saucy smile and moved the hand on his belly down to his penis to grab it by the glans.
"Say it, my Big Dipper. Humor me.”
"I—Ahhh!” Dipper moaned when she squeezed the aching head of his penis. “I-I need to cum inside you. Please." He babbled as he pushed his hips forwards to receive another squeeze.
"Good boy." Pacifica chuckled mockingly, released his throbbing penis and leaned back as she spread her legs wide open and pulled the folds of her vulva apart to show him how wet she was inside her canal. "So you think you can put that underclass sticky seed in this high class womb?"
"Princess you're turning me on a lot speaking like that." He attempted to lean in between her legs and penetrate her, but Pacifica closed her legs first.
"Ah-ah-ah!” Pacifica scolded him playfully. “No touching yet. I want you to do something for me first.” She started tracing lazy circles around her clitoris, which Dipper followed with hungry eyes. “I’m willing to take it as deep into the womb as you want, and as many times as you can endure…” She paused for a second to dip a finger inside her flooded canal and see how Dipper’s penis twitched violently and his hands started to shake lightly, and then she gave him a smile full of malice. “…But only if you manage to bring me Mabel’s new dildo and we play with it before returning it.”
“Uh… what?” The request had caught Dipper by surprise and he had been left completely dumbfounded.
“I’d pay a fortune to see her face when she realizes I have used it and creamed all over it!” Pacifica laughed in the smug way Dipper recognized from when she bullied somebody.
“But… Pacifica, what if Mabel has used it already?” Dipper tried to discourage her. He didn’t like the idea of playing with something his sister had used to masturbate.
“Oh, you’re right.” Pacifica tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Wash it in the river first, and then bring it to me. But don’t wash it before returning it. I want her to know what I have done.”
“But—“
“It seems you have a big load ready.” Pacifica sat up, looked down at his penis and cupped his balls to silence him. “It’d be a waste that we didn’t give it a good use, don’t you think?” She raised only her eyes to give him a seductive look, and Dipper’s penis began throbbing very noticeably and producing so much precum it leaked down the shaft and stained her palm.
Pacifica smirked and let go of him without saying anything else, stood up from the table and ran a finger along his chest as she walked past him to the mattress. She lay on her belly and grabbed the bag of chips to start eating then, her back at him. She didn’t have to do anything else; she only kept smirking because she knew even before Dipper himself did, that she had convinced him already.
Dipper nodded with some retardation a few seconds later, and raised his swimming trunks, determined to fulfill the kinky task. He got one final look to dissipate any remaining doubts in his mind, and it worked perfectly to the point he was left breathless. Pacifica had her butt lightly pushed up, giving Dipper an eyeful of her slick slit and of the whitish fluid, result of her recent orgasm, oozing out of it and rolling down her mound and onto the bedding. The boy wondered if she would let him take her from behind; a position they hadn’t explored yet because, as Pacifica had put it when proposed in the past, ‘it is not fun for me to just stand there on all fours doing nothing’. Dipper shook the dizziness out of his head and hurriedly left her tent.
Pacifica’s smirk turned into a wide grin when she heard the flap of her tent closing. She hadn’t expected him to agree.
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