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A camping trip with Mabel	By : Lennoxmacduff Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 19651 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Gravity Falls is property of Disney. This is a parody and I'm not making any money by writing this story.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Warnings: Pseudo-incest, mild yuri, sleep groping.
Between the incident at the river and the mess with the magic flashlight, Dipper and Pacifica decided to keep it low for the rest of the day, and each of them got to their own things. For Dipper, that meant writing in his Journal. For Pacifica, without many luxuries at hand, that meant spending time with Mabel. Night fell and the three friends set a cozy campfire where they chatted and shared stories.
“…so I ended up with a sprained ankle and my parents demanded the stables to put down the pony.” Pacifica chuckled.
“They killed the pony?” Mabel’s eyes bulged out and her face contorted in distress.
“No, no. I loved that pony.” Pacifica waved her hand dismissively. “It had a very beautiful bay color and a blond mane. We purchased it and now it’s in my own stables. I’ll take you to see it when we’re back on Gravity Falls.”
“I’d love that.” Mabel chirped, but immediately after her face cheered up, she yawned. “Oh, boy. I think that’s enough for today. I’m off to hit the hay.”
“Alright, see you tomorrow.”
After Mabel disappeared behind the flap of her tent, Pacifica laid her eyes on Dipper. He was sat on a log opposite to hers, writing nonstop in his own Journal with the pine tree symbol on the cover. Pacifica stood up and walked behind Dipper, throwing her arms around his neck and over his chest.
“Still working on that dumb book of yours?” She whispered before pecking his cheek.
“Uh-huh.” Dipper nodded and continued writing. “This forest is surprisingly full of paranormal activity. Have I told you about the Impermeable Stone?”
“Several times just today.” Pacifica fiddled with the collar of his red flannel shirt and began unbuttoning the front panel.
“What about the squirrels? They’re definitely smarter than the average squirrel. I’m sure there are Percepshrooms around here that are boosting their intelligence.”
“Fascinating.” She commented absently as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and began massaging his chest up and down through the inner black t-shirt.
“I saw a pair of squirrels earlier using a—What are you doing?” Dipper stopped writing.
“Mabel has gone to sleep.” Pacifica trapped his earlobe between her teeth and pulled gently while she slid her hands into the neckline of his t-shirt and made sure to press her breast against his back.
Dipper tensed up. He glanced at where his sister had been sitting a moment ago and then at her tent. The lights were off and Mabel was indeed asleep.
“Give me ten minutes to finish this page.”
“Make it five.” Pacifica parted the hug, grabbed the invisible ink marker and disappeared into her own tent.
Dipper began writing as fast as his hand allowed him. He had already filled the page with informative text and done the sketch on the top right corner. All he needed to do now was to add the sensitive information with the invisible ink. He felt around the log he was sat on in search of the marker, but he couldn’t find it.
“Looking for this?” Pacifica tapped his shoulder from behind with the marker.
The boy turned around to grab the marker and flustered at the sight before him.
“Wow.” He blinked twice.
“Do you like it?” She chuckled. “Since your sister bought it for me, I thought: why not?”
Pacifica was wearing a pair of close-fitting purple footed pajamas with drawings of llamas across the chest. She turned around and showed Dipper the dropseat, a flap fastening the article of clothing over her crotch and backside with a Velcro strip on the lower back.
“I call this the easy access.” Pacifica waggled her eyebrows suggestively and ran a finger very slowly along the Velcro strip.
“O-oh!” Dipper’s eyes widened. “I just need to uh…” He attempted to write with the back-end of the marker while his eyes drank in the form of Pacifica.
“Is it going to take you much longer?” She noticed how Dipper was making no progress at all.
“I just need to add the finishing touches.” Dipper flipped over the marker and tittered. “What were you doing with the marker anyway?”
“Nothing in particular.” The blond girl closed the distance between them and whispered into his ear. “I’ve written a coded sentence somewhere on my body. If you find and decode it, we’ll do that thing you love so much.”
The Journal slipped off Dipper’s hands and landed on the ground. It was the first time they were playing that coded sentence game, but it was already his favorite one. He quickly picked up his precious Journal from the ground and dusted it off.
“Which thing?” He asked, considering how big the list was.
“I’ll give you a hint.” Pacifica fished out a small chocolate syrup bottle from her belly pocket and waved it in the air.
This time the Journal was tossed to the ground.
The blond girl yelped in surprise when Dipper lifted her in the air and giggled while he hurriedly kicked some dirt onto the campfire to extinguish it and carried her into his tent. Dipper laid her on the inflatable mattress and began ravaging her neck with kisses and love bites, rejoicing in how Pacifica ran her fingers through his mess of hair and moaned her pleasure. Dipper traced his hands down her back, opened the velcro strap and made use of the ‘easy access’ to seize a good hold of her butt, releasing a shuddering sigh when he realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Pacifica parted the embrace just slightly and began tugging at Dipper’s t-shirt. She bit her lower lip at the sight of the lean musculature in Dipper’s arms and chest tensing and relaxing as he removed and tossed away his flannel shirt and his inner t-shirt. She grabbed the chocolate syrup bottle and tried to push Dipper onto his back.
“Nuh-huh,” Dipper stayed in place and pulled out the black light from his back pocket. “I have to strip you naked and search you first.”
“Let me give you a hint of where you can start to look.” Pacifica grinned mischievously as she pushed his chest with more force.
Dipper rolled onto his back with a grunt and Pacifica straddled him as she held the bottle over his chest. He shivered when a drop of cold chocolate syrup made contact with his skin, and shuddered when Pacifica’s hot tongue wiped it clean afterwards. The blond girl kissed him to share the sweet flavor and then scooted downwards to repeat the process, this time over his lower belly. Dipper’s eyes widened and he smiled nervously when he realized where this chocolate game was going. He wasn’t a fan of pouring sauces on his groin, but having it shaved for the occasion, he was actually looking forward to it. Pacifica started making the lines of an arrow aiming at his pants and—
SPURT!
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Pacifica squeezed the bottle again but nothing came out of it. “How is it empty after just a couple of lines?”
“I think I saw Mabel with that bottle earlier.” Dipper commented.
“Ugh. I hate it when your sister eats everything.” She sighed and tossed the bottle away. “Oh, well. I’m not doing this for the flavor anyway.” She licked the half-finished arrow clean and began fiddling with Dipper’s jeans. “Or, actually, I am. Don’t warn me before cumming; I want it to be a surprise.”
“Oh, shoot. Wait.” Dipper stopped her. “That just reminded me I have a gift for you in the pickup truck.” He moved her off himself and stood up.
“Dipper, that’s sweet and all but…” She sat up and began unbuttoning her footed pajamas as she displayed a suggestive smile. “…are you sure it can’t wait until tomorrow?”
Dipper glanced down at her cleavage and then back at her.
“Princess, you’re going to love what I bought for you.”
“If you stay, I’ll let you top.” She insisted.
“It’ll be just a minute.” He gave her a reassuring smile and left.
The smile fell from Pacifica’s face and she sighed.
“I don’t need you to buy me anything, you idiot. I’m rich.” She muttered. “I just need you to play along with my games.”
Pacifica grumbled for a while and drummed her fingers on her belly. She felt upset. After a minute, however, she began tapping her chin thoughtfully, wondering what Dipper could have bought for her. He rarely disappointed with his gifts. Pacifica turned on a small lantern inside the tent and tidied her hair a little. She had been raised to look perfect under any situation, and this wasn’t an exception.
A few minutes later she heard footsteps outside the tent. The prideful blonde quickly pinched her cheeks to make them blush, rubbed her nipples to erect them, and unbuttoned her footed pajamas, not enough to expose her breasts but enough to achieve a suggestive cleavage.
“Hey, Dipper.” It was Mabel’s voice. “Do you have any bug repellent? Mosquitoes must know about my blood sugar levels because they’re—“
Mabel poked her head into the tent and caught a half-naked Pacifica with a blush on her cheeks and a very generous cleavage. The cheerful brunette was wearing another pair of footed pajamas similar to Pacifica’s, but pink instead of purple. She raised an eyebrow, had a look outside to make sure she hadn’t mistaken tents, and then she poked her head back inside with a teasing grin.
“Oh, hey Paz-Paz! Are you two going to get dirty?” She snickered mockingly.
“Apparently not.” Pacifica replied plainly and buttoned her footed pajamas.
“Where’s Dipper?” Mabel scanned the tent in search of her brother.
“I don’t know.” She picked up her stuff and stood up. “But if you see him, tell him he has missed his chance to score tonight.” Pacifica walked past her and stormed off into her own tent.
Mabel shrugged and got into Dipper’s tent. She opened a few duffel bags and travel cases in search of the bug repellent, but without success. She realized after a while that she was checking the same bag for the second time, and stopped to rub her eyes. Another yawn escaped her mouth. Mabel sighed and lay down on the air mattress. She was exhausted after the long day and her muscles screamed in relief at how warm Pacifica had left the mattress. Moreover, there were no mosquitoes bothering her there. Mabel turned the electric lantern off and decided to rest her eyes for a second while waiting for Dipper to come back and give her the bug repellent. Her tired and itchy eyes welcomed the sudden darkness in the tent.
It wasn’t long before she began snoring lightly.
Dipper came back with a package in his hands. It had proven to be difficult to search for anything inside the pickup truck with the little light his phone provided, but eventually he had managed. When he reached his own tent, he opened the package and pulled out two bottles. One was a warming lube and the other a cooling one. Dipper read the instructions for the tenth time to make sure they were edible, and decided to begin with the cool lube. He turned off his phone, opened the flap to his tent and got inside.
The tent was so dark that Dipper barely made out the most of Pacifica’s form lying on her back with her forearms covering her face.
“Did you fall asleep?” He smiled warmly.
Dipper kneeled on the air mattress and massaged her belly to wake her up. When that didn’t work, he unbuttoned the front of her footed pajamas and made a kissing line along her collarbone.
Mabel was so drowsy she thought she was still dreaming and specifically having an erotic dream with her last boyfriend. She sighed happily and pulled him on top of her. As he moved the kissing line to her neck, Dipper sneakily squirted some cooling lube on his hands and massaged the underside of her breasts. Mabel hummed appreciatively, and then gasped when he moved his palms to her nipples.
It was then that Dipper felt something was off. Pacifica’s breasts felt smaller and it was taking her nipples longer than usual to reach their peak size. Dipper also thought her hair smelled different, but what made him stop and remove his hands was the fact that he could swear she felt somehow taller.
“Oh my gosh…” Mabel felt the cooling lube on her breasts reacting to the chilly air now that Dipper’s hands were off and she shuddered in pleasure. “Clark, don’t stop… That’s amazing…”
Dipper frowned and his throat tightened. He closed his eyes and wished wholeheartedly that he had heard wrong.
“M-Mabel?” He stammered.
Mabel shot her eyes open and pinched herself. She realized that she wasn’t dreaming; she was camping in the forest and there was only one boy among them. The cheerful brunette hurriedly felt around the floor on her right for the electric lantern and then turned it on. In the new light, she raised her eyebrows and stared agape at how her footed pajamas were open, her little breasts exposed, and how Dipper was half naked and leaning in between her legs on top of her.
The twins stared in horror at each other for a second before Dipper screamed. Mabel screamed back, and Dipper was about to scream for a second time when she shoved his chest so hard Dipper staggered backwards and fell out of the tent. He grunted as he landed on the ground, causing a small cloud of dust.
Pacifica hurriedly came out of her tent after hearing the screams, carrying a golf club ready to strike any possible intruder. She saw Dipper on the ground and she chocked back a shriek of horror, thinking someone had attacked him, but her distress was replaced with confusion when she saw Mabel poking her head out of the tent.
The cheerful brunette fastened the last button of her footed pajamas and stared at her brother with an amused expression and a raised eyebrow. Dipper was opening and closing his mouth like a fish without managing to form a single word to justify the previous scene.
“Did you just… apply cooling lube to my Mabel-puppies?” She pulled at the neck of her pajamas to check on her breasts.
“M-Mabel I-I’m sorry I didn’t know it was you!” Dipper babbled as he stood up, and then he looked at her very warily. She was frowning at her chest. “Are you mad at me?”
“What?” She released the neck of her pajamas and then grinned at him. “Nah, I actually loved it! You have to tell me the brand of the lube!”
“You… are not even a little bit crept out?” Dipper was astonished. After sixteen years together, Mabel still managed to surprise him.
“Why would I? This works great in my favor! Remember that time I set fire to the Shack by accident and you scolded me for a whole day?”
“Yes, but I don’t see what that has to—“
“Well, now you can’t rub that in my face anymore because you just groped me in my sleep!” She said in a singing voice and then started laughing.
“Of course.” Dipper sighed and facepalmed.
“He did what!?” Pacifica approached the twins.
“Oh, Paz-Paz!” Mabel said between giggles. “You’re not going to believe this! Dipper—”
“Shut up.” Pacifica effectively silenced Mabel with a glare, and then turned to Dipper. “You can’t tell Mabel and me apart?”
“Well…” Her blue-eyed glare sent a shiver down Dipper’s spine and he got an awkward boner despite how terrified of the wealthy blonde he was at that moment. “It was very dark and—“
"And that's no excuse! Look!" Pacifica grabbed a lock of Mabel's hair. "My hair is straight and smells of flowers, and Mabel’s is wavy and smells of fruits!" Pacifica then stood next to Mabel. "I'm 5’4 and she's 5’8!" She then cupped Mabel's breast. "I'm a C cup and she's barely an A cup!"
“Hey!” Mabel slapped her hand away, feeling very offended. “I can fill an A cup just fine!”
“Look,” Dipper chose his words carefully, aware of how upset Pacifica was. “You were there when I left, and I thought you would still be there when I came back. I really didn’t notice.”
“You didn’t notice!?” Pacifica’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Do you think I like using the same shampoo every day, or that I enjoy being shorter than you? I do all of that just for you, you big dork! I’ve been using that lilac shampoo for years just because you said you liked it! I never wear heels just because you said you enjoyed being a little taller than me when we hugged! And now you tell me you didn’t notice any of that?”
“Pacifica, let’s calm down.” He raised his palms. “I think you’re making a mountain out of a molehill.”
The prideful and wealthy heiress narrowed her eyes.
“And I think you have said enough for the night.”
“Okay.” Dipper decided it was best to drop it. “I’m going to go to my tent and sleep. You can come later if you want.”
Pacifica folded her arms over her chest and looked away to leave clear she had no intentions of doing so, therefore Dipper just turned around and got into his tent.
“Uh…” Mabel felt she should either say something or run away.
“And you,” Pacifica turned to Mabel with a scowl on her face. “My tent doesn’t have mosquitoes. You’re sleeping with me tonight." She demanded rather than asked.
“Yay! Sleepover!” Mabel yelled so joyfully anybody would think she had been expecting Pacifica to propose that all day. “You and I haven’t had one of these in like… years! This is going to be great and— Wait a minute… Are you luring me into your tent to murder me in my sleep for what just happened with Dipper?” Mabel asked half-seriously.
“Yes,” Pacifica rolled her eyes. “And, to dispose of the body, I will eat you tomorrow for breakfast.”
“Ha! Good luck with that; I’m all bones!” She giggled for a second, but then became worried and looked at Pacifica with her eyes wide as saucers.
“It was a joke.” Pacifica clarified.
“Oh, thank god.” Mabel was visibly relieved. “Let me go grab my pillow and I’ll be there in a sec.”
Pacifica entered her tent and, after making sure she was alone, she covered her face and whimpered. She felt stupid for all the time and effort she had put into something Dipper hadn’t even noticed, and she felt even stupider for in return putting time and effort into the paranormal things Dipper liked. She felt the exchange had been unfair, and it frustrated her horribly.
Part of her wanted to spend the night alone and growl at her pillow all night, but she knew that was all but mentally healthy. Pacifica chose instead to have something, or rather someone, to help her take her mind off the issue and, as irritating she could find Mabel at times, she knew the brunette could also be a good listener and Pacifica needed that, as doubts were plaguing her mind. Hearing Mabel outside pulling the zipper to enter the tent, Pacifica sniffed a couple of times and wiped her eyes with her palms. She wouldn’t allow anybody to see her like that.
“Woah, it’s huge!” Mabel stood upright in the cabin tent, happy that she didn’t have to bend her back to avoid hitting her head on the ceiling. She peeked into the bedroom part of the tent, and then looked back at Pacifica with an amused expression. “You know, this is better than many apartments.”
“I wouldn’t really know.” Pacifica gladly chuckled. “We Northwests always get everything big.”
“I can see that. Boop!” Mabel furtively pinched her in the breast, and retrieved her hand quickly enough to avoid Pacifica’s attempt to slap it away. “Big, but very slow!” She smiled teasingly.
“Since we’re pointing out each other’s perks and flaws,” Pacifica crossed her arms to protect her breasts and smiled condescendingly. “An animal lover such as yourself wouldn’t let those poor mosquitoes starve, don’t you think? Maybe you should step out of my tent.”
“No, no. I’ll leave your braless boobs alone.” Mabel smiled sheepishly. “Which reminds me, do you have wet wipes?”
“Yes, I do.” Pacifica was mildly surprised. “And you actually just reminded me I needed one myself. Come this way.”
The two girls entered the rectangular section of Pacifica’s L-shaped cabin tent. The purple queen-sized airbed was in the center against a wall, with a purple small folding table and a purple chair on one side, and her purple travel bags on the other.
Pacifica squatted next to the bags and rummaged through them while Mabel made a beeline to the bed. The brunette found that Pacifica had a memory foam pillow, something that was a novelty for Mabel, so she wasted no time in grabbing the pillow and pressing her face against it. When she raised her head, the result was not what she had expected. Instead of finding her own face perfectly imprinted on the pillow, she just found a rather undefined indentation.
“Aww…” Mabel was disappointed. “Your pillow is broken.”
“You better hope it’s not, or else I’ll be sleeping with yours.” Pacifica stood up and turned around, handing Mabel the pack of wet wipes.
“Thanks!” Mabel pulled two wet wipes out of the pack, and then she started unbuttoning her footed pajamas.
The action took Pacifica by surprise and she was about to ask Mabel about it, but then she noticed the brunette had a glistening coat on her nipples that she was trying to clean with the wet wipes, and she remembered Mabel mentioning something about Dipper putting some cooling lube on her breasts.
This wasn’t the first time Pacifica had seen Mabel topless; the brunette never bought into any of the taboos regarding sexuality, and like in the previous times, Pacifica wondered why Mabel couldn’t just turn around to do that instead of flashing her breasts at her.
Pacifica shook her head and took a wet wipe. She unbuttoned the bottom of the front panel of her footed pajamas to expose her belly and started cleaning the area below her navel.
“What are you doing?” The lack of a visible stain had caught Mabel’s attention.
“I wrote something earlier with the invisible marker for Dipper,” Pacifica explained, and then scowled. “But I’m not going to let him search for it anymore.”
“Really? But that sounds like a game he would love!” Mabel looked sad at Pacifica’s decision. “What did it say?”
“Well…” Pacifica felt her cheeks blush red. She would feel dumb saying out loud something like ‘stuff with turkey’, so she summarized. “It was something lewd.”
“Ha! Then he definitely would’ve loved that game.” Mabel rolled the two wipes into a ball and threw it onto the table before buttoning up her footed pajamas.
“I know…” Pacifica made a face, and then spoke after a pause. “Mabel, what do you think about what happened earlier? Have I done the right thing, or have I blown it out of proportion like Dipper said?”
“Hmm…” Mabel tapped her chin thoughtfully for a second. “Well, you really disliked what he did, and it would’ve kept bothering you after today, right?”
“Yes.” Pacifica nodded decisively.
“Then I think you did the right thing.” Mabel shrugged. “In my experience, those kinds of things can ruin a relationship if they’re ignored. I think it’s better that you give Dipper a little slap on the wrist now, than that you let that frustration bottle up and come out much worse in a couple of months.”
“Wow…” Pacifica had to blink twice of how astounded she was. “WOW! I wasn’t expecting that awesome piece of advice! You’re totally right!”
“Of course I am!” Mabel chirped happily. “As the expert matchmaker, it is my obligation to ensure that my favorite couple remains a couple. Because you two aren’t going to break up, right?”
“What? No, no-no.” Simply mentioning it had sent a shiver down Pacifica’s back. “I really, really love him, but…” She flustered. “I can’t help but feel that ever since we did it for the first time, he’s been neglecting our relationship. It feels as if he lost interest. Like, it’s always me who has to initiate the sex, and then he’s more worried about pulling out than about having fun.”
“Have you told him any of this?” Mabel raised an eyebrow.
“…No. But how is he going to pull his own weight in our relationship if I’m leading him by the hand?” Pacifica said in a tone as if her statement was the most obvious thing in the world.
“That’s silly.” Mabel giggled. “Relationships are about teamwork, not about who pays the more attention to the other. But if that’s how you want to handle it, keep in mind that my brother tends to miss the simplest answer to the problem when he overthinks things.”
“Yes, I know he’s a total dork. I guess I’ll have to give him a couple of hints. That wouldn’t count as leading him by the hand.” Pacifica cupped her chin thoughtfully. “But first I want to get back at him for what he did today. I need to vent some of this frustration before it gets worse, like you suggested.”
“Ohhh! Evil planning…” Mabel rubbed her palms together and grinned maliciously. “How about we hide one of his shoes? No, no; even better! How about we hide both of his shoes?”
“Uh…” Pacifica was bewildered. “We’ll put those in the ‘maybes’. I was thinking of something a little bit more… raunchy.”
“You… want to apply cooling lube on my nip-nips too?”
“No.” She fought the urge to face-palm. “Just be quiet and listen. This is the plan.” Pacifica looked left and right to make sure nobody was eavesdropping from the outside, and then leaned closer to whisper into Mabel’s ear.
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An hour later, Mabel was deeply asleep on her back with the mouth wide open, one arm over head on the pillow, and even one leg out of the sheets and the bed. She was taking most of the bed, something that would have been enough for Pacifica to shamelessly shove her out, but the wealthy blonde couldn’t afford to wake Mabel up. There was something that had always irked Pacifica, something that she had forgotten about over the years but that she had remembered that night, and now that Mabel was definitely asleep, Pacifica intended to take advantage of the situation.
The prideful blonde had never understood how someone like Mabel was successful at getting dates. In her eyes, Mabel lacked all of the womanly features that attracted men, such as breasts and butt, and therefore Pacifica didn’t see her as someone pretty, or rather not pretty enough to be that successful. She had always wondered whether there was something special about Mabel that she couldn’t see, and she intended to find out.
Pacifica rolled onto her side and, with the utmost stealth, she moved her hand to the neck of Mabel’s footed pajamas and started slowly unbuttoning the front panel. Pacifica was grateful that the night sky was clear; the moon and the stars granted her enough light to see what she was doing. Once three buttons were undone, she slid her hand into Mabel’s pajamas and felt her left breast very lightly. Pacifica repressed a loud scoff; Mabel’s breast didn’t feel anything like her own and she felt Dipper’s mistake earlier that night was even more ludicrous.
Focusing back on the matter at hand, Pacifica reached the conclusion that, aside from having the breast size of a twelve-year-old, there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary with Mabel’s breast. The skin was soft and the nipple was petite and wrinkleless, but that was about it. Pacifica idly flicked the nipple with her middle finger a couple of times while she frowned with disappointment after failing to find what she was looking for. She wondered whether she would be able to unbutton the last four buttons and take a quick peek at Mabel’s mound without waking her up.
“Mmm… Ahh-hahh…”
The moment she heard Mabel moaning, Pacifica yanked her hand out of her pajamas and shut her eyes closed to pretend she was asleep, all while wishing wholeheartedly that Mabel didn’t catch her. Pacifica was certain that she would be mocked endlessly if she was caught groping her breast, more so considering the fuss she herself had made earlier when Dipper had done the same thing to Mabel. After half a minute, she dared to open one eye only a tiny bit, and what she found made her open both of them.
Mabel was still asleep, but her hand was squeezing the breast Pacifica had touched, her mouth was open wide and drooling, and her hips were twitching lightly with every tiny gasp that escaped her mouth. Suddenly, Mabel pressed her thighs together and seemly stopped breathing for an instant, only to then release her thighs along with a pleasant sigh. After that, she stopped squeezing her breast and went back to sleep calmly and sprawled out on the bed, all without waking up.
‘Wow. You seriously need to get laid.’ Pacifica thought after witnessing Mabel’s wet dream from the outside.
Much to her surprise, it had turned her on enough to have a bothersome itch in her groin. The prideful blonde groaned, as at that moment she would love to leave and sneak into Dipper’s tent to have a session of wild sex, but she knew that she couldn’t do that and still be mad at him the next day. She considered dealing with her sexual arousal herself, but she would die of embarrassment if Mabel caught her masturbating then and there.
Completely frustrated and blaming that situation on her dork of a boyfriend, Pacifica rolled onto her back and tried to forget about it.
“Heheh…” Mabel, still asleep, rolled towards Pacifica and threw one arm and one leg over her.
“Ahh!” Pacifica squeaked when Mabel pulled her into a hug. “Mabel, Mabel! Wake up!” She hissed.
“Mom, I don’t want to go to school today…” The drowsy brunette moaned and buried her face in Pacifica’s chest. “Dipper can bring me my homework…”
“My gosh, you’d sleep through an earthquake.” Pacifica got free of Mabel’s grasp and scurried away on the bed.
In response, Mabel immediately began to pout and give whimpers as she squeezed the empty air with her hands. It was such a pitiful sight that Pacifica couldn’t help but feel sad.
“Jeez, fine.” Pacifica muttered and rolled her eyes before she approached the brunette. She guessed it was only fair after she had groped the brunette’s breasts earlier.
When she found Pacifica’s body again, Mabel nestled her face in her chest and sighed happily before she went back to sleeping calmly. What Pacifica thought would be an unpleasant experience due to the possible drool stains on her pajamas, turned out to be quite amusing as she soon realized that Dipper also liked to sleep with his face in her breasts. Guessing it was a twin thing, she decided to make the most of it and find comfort in the familiar feeling to try and sleep.
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