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A camping trip with Mabel	By : Lennoxmacduff Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 19651 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
It was very early in the morning when Pacifica sneaked into Dipper’s tent. The plan required her to wear sports clothing consisting of black yoga pants with a white pleated skirt that did not reach her knees, and a cropped tight-fitting purple tank top. There had been a last-minute addition to the plan, which Pacifica had decided against sharing with Mabel, and that required her to be in Dipper’s tent a bit ahead of schedule.
Dipper was sleeping on his back with one arm over his face to cover his eyes from the morning sunlight, and the other one over his chest. He was sleeping shirtless and wearing only grey shorts as pajamas. Pacifica sniffed the air a couple of times and frowned when she realized it smelled of cum. Dipper had apparently masturbated at least once during the night, and that was something she could not tolerate. That camping trip was supposedly a sexual escapade for them, and Pacifica found unacceptable that Dipper’s wasted libido masturbating on his own.
The wealthy blonde wasted no time and she took off her boots to poke Dipper with a foot and wake him up.
“Wha-what!?” Dipper suddenly sat up on the airbed. He looked around, disoriented, until he laid eyes on Pacifica. “Oh. Good morning, Prin—um, Pacifica. Did you sleep well?” He put on his best reconciliating smile.
“Not really.” Pacifica shrugged. “Your sister spent two hours speaking in her sleep, and half of the words were ‘unicorn’. She seriously needs to see a psychologist about that.”
“Haha, yeah. Mabel usually does that if she doesn’t exhaust herself before going sleep.” Dipper was glad to see Pacifica was seemly calm. “Soo… You’re not mad at me anymore?”
“Hmm… I’m not sure. Let’s find out.” Pacifica smirked mischievously as she used her foot to push Dipper’s chest and make him lie flat on the bed.
At first, Dipper was slightly confused, but when Pacifica climbed on the bed and knelt astride his torso with her back at him, he started to get the idea. Pacifica leaned forward to push his shorts past his knees, and then she sat on Dipper’s face. She was amused when she heard him moan and at the same time saw his penis twitch and become fully erected.
The boy had expected a few days without sex after the argument they had had the previous night, so some 69 was a pleasant surprise. He groped and squeezed Pacifica’s butt through the yoga pants, rejoicing in the velvety feeling of the fabric and in the realization that she was not wearing any panties, and then he tried to reach for the waistband under the skirt and pull them off. Pacifica, however, wiggled her butt to shake his hands off. She had no intention of taking off her yoga pants, and she reaffirmed her point by pushing her groin into Dipper’s mouth. When she felt that Dipper started to lick her through the fabric, she prepared to do the same.
With one hand she held his penis flat against his stomach and with the other she pushed his balls up. Pacifica then stuck her tongue out and gave his penis a long sloppy lick from tip to base that ended in a swirl around his left ball, which she proceeded to engulf in her mouth and suck lightly. She smirked as she noticed Dipper trying to pull his testicle out of her mouth by arching his back. He seemly wanted exchange the testicle for his penis, so she granted him that.
Pacifica pulled her head back and gave the shaft of his penis a few pumps before giving the tip a tentative lick. The wealthy blonde had to make a face at the extremely salty taste; he had clearly not wiped his glans clean after ejaculating that night. Deciding she would scold him about that later, Pacifica peeled his foreskin back and then engulfed his sensitive glans in her mouth, giving it three quick swirls before starting to abuse his meatus with the tip of her tongue. It quickly became too much for the boy to endure and he patted her butt to make her stop. Consequently, Pacifica pressed her tongue flat against the floor of her mouth and pushed the shaft of his penis into her throat until her nose ended up buried in his balls.
“Oh my gosh…” Dipper could not help but groan as Pacifica held the position for a longer and longer time.
Only when her need for air became unbearable, Pacifica pulled away, coughed a couple of times and started panting for air, all while Dipper’s penis twitched and dripped saliva on his belly. The prideful blonde was soon almost recovered, but then she suddenly squeaked. Dipper had slid one hand around her thigh and under her belly, and he was using the tips of his fingers to rub her clitoris at an increasing speed while he gave her vulva quick vertical flicks of the tongue. Whether that was a reward for the received deepthroat or an attempt to pick up the pace because he was nearing orgasm, Pacifica did not know. She was just glad that the sexual tension built up in her core the previous night was about to be resolved.
With Dipper overstimulating her clitoris, Pacifica found it impossible to properly hold her breath and give him more deepthroat, so she prompted herself on one arm and pulled her tank-top up with the other, holding it there with her chin and freeing her bra-less breasts. She first pressed them on Dipper’s belly to give him a hint of what she was going to do, smirking when he moaned, and then she slid his wet penis in between her breasts. Dipper started thrusting his hips immediately after he felt Pacifica sandwiching his shaft with the soft orbs.
The sight of his penis appearing and disappearing in her cleavage was something that mesmerized her. It almost made her miss the strong electrical jolt she felt in her groin signaling that she had just passed the point of no return. Pacifica quickly grabbed Dipper’s penis and pushed it all the way down her throat, barely a second before her orgasm hit her. She had always experienced greater orgasms when his penis was inside her, so it was something she tried to take advantage of whenever she had the chance.
Dipper had to roll his eyes back in his skull when Pacifica’s orgasmic moan vibrated through his sensitive shaft. She pushed her groin against his mouth, as if she was trying to kiss him roughly with her vulva, and arched her back while she dug the fingernails of one hand into his thigh and squeezed his balls with the other hand. The boy endured the roughness of her orgasm with only a small wince, and then he felt her pull his penis out of her mouth and collapse on top of him, her mouth panting for air and her legs twitching with every aftershock of pleasure.
“Princess, I’m really close.” Dipper caressed her butt through the yoga pants. “Can you take this off now?”
Pacifica panted for a little longer, and then she sat up to silence Dipper with her groin. She stretched pleasantly now that she her sexual tension was gone, and then rode Dipper’s face a few more times to reassure her dominance before standing up. While Dipper stared at her expectantly, licking his lips and with his twitching penis in hand, Pacifica grabbed the blanket and dried the wetness in between her breasts to avoid staining her purple tank top before pulling it down to cover her chest. She tidied up her hair, made sure her skirt covered the wet spot in her yoga pants, and then proceeded to put on her boots.
“What are you doing?” Dipper was perplexed, as Pacifica was putting on clothing instead of taking it off.
“I guess I’m still mad at you. Thanks for the orgasm though.” Pacifica said impassively before smiling with malice and reaching for the tent’s flap to open it. “Mabel! Help me get Dipper out of the bed so that we can start the day!”
“He’s still asleep?” They heard the voice of Mabel from the outside followed by quick footsteps.
“You better cover up.” Pacifica whispered at him.
Dipper spent a fraction of a second in disbelief with what Pacifica had just done, and then the horror kicked in and he poorly pulled his shorts up and covered his very excited groin with the blanket right before Mabel poked her head into the tent.
“C’moooon!” Mabel whined. She was wearing a sweater and a pair of tight shorts. “What’s taking you so long? Pacifica said she’d have you up and running ten minutes ago!”
“Uh…” Dipper noticed from the corner of his eye how Pacifica was holding her laughter. “I just need five more minutes, please.”
“Nuh-huh, mister. You already had ten. I’m in charge of getting you out now.” Mabel grinned from ear to ear, and then quickly entered the tent and pounced on the airbed next to Dipper. “Poking barrage!”
“Haha, quit it!” Dipper giggled as Mabel poked him in the areas she knew he was ticklish at.
“Nipple twister!”
“Ow! Don’t do that!” He protected his chest with the arms.
“Pink belly!”
“NO NO NO NO!” Dipper quickly seized her hands before she could remove the blanket covering both his belly and his erection.
“Wow, okay. I wasn’t gonna smack your belly that hard.” Mabel backed off when she saw he was serious about it. “Paz-Paz and I will be waiting outside. If you’re not dressed and out in a minute, I’ll-be-back.”
The poor terminator impression Mabel finished the sentence with made Dipper smile awkwardly and Pacifica roll her eyes almost painfully as Mabel dragged her out of the tent.
Dipper quickly kicked the blanket away and took off his shorts. Pacifica had left him so close to orgasm that they were far too stained in precum to wear them any further and his balls ached horribly for release, but Dipper knew that he could not risk rubbing one out, and that he would have to get dressed and go out with huge blue balls for the rest of the day. Pacifica’s actions felt a little too cruel to him, but he could not see what to do about it. The boy reluctantly put on his jeans, as they were his best suited pants to hide his erection, and a black t-shirt before he headed out.
Outside, Mabel was grinning teasingly and Pacifica was flustered and folding her arms over her chest, therefore Dipper guessed his sister had become aware of the fact that Pacifica was braless and had teased her about it. Mabel was quick to pull out her phone and start some music on it when she saw he was out.
“What are we doing?” Dipper was very confused when Mabel began throwing her arms up alternatively to the rhythm of the music.
“Morning workout! All three of us together!” She chirped happily.
Dipper looked at Pacifica to see if that was serious. She smirked, looked down at his groin and wiggled her eyebrows twice before she started replicating Mabel’s workout routine. It became clear to him that Pacifica’s intention was to make him do exercise while having a bothersome erection, and that her punishment had only just begun.
“Well, I’m wearing jeans so…” Dipper tried to avoid doing the workout.
“No excuses! This is the first time I catch the two of you up this early, so I’m not letting you escape and missing this chance!” Mabel playfully threatened him. “C’mon, even Pacifica is doing it!”
The boy sighed and started replicating what Mabel was doing. It proved to be difficult at first, as he neither knew the song to follow the rhythm nor the routine, but he soon got the hang of it. Dipper even had a little bit of retribution when Mabel started doing Jumping Jacks, as Pacifica was not wearing a bra and she found herself having a really hard time trying to keep up with them with her breasts wildly bouncing up and down.
“Mabel…” She panted. “No more warmup. My body is not designed for this…”
“Huh?” Mabel turned to the busty blonde. “Oh, haha! You couldn’t find any fancy fashion designers that made expensive sports bras?” She poked Pacifica in the breast.
The comment and the murdering glare from Pacifica that followed it made Dipper snicker. Mabel nonetheless agreed it had been enough for the warmup, as it was a very hot day already, and she proceeded to do the exercises for stretching the muscles.
They started by stretching the legs. During the standing toe-touch exercise, Dipper glanced at Pacifica and appreciated a very generous view of her cleavage. They did lunges after that, where Pacifica seized the chance to discreetly raise her pleated skirt and remind Dipper that she was not wearing any underwear under her very tight yoga pants, all without Mabel noticing. Dipper was already having trouble with how much pressure his jeans were applying to his balls during that exercise, so the sight of the wet spot on Pacifica’s groin made him lose his balance and fall to the ground.
“Wow, Dipper. Are you okay?” Mabel stopped and offered him help.
“Yeah. I guess I’m still a little bit asleep.” He lied and waved her off.
After stretching the legs, they proceeded to do the arms, and then the rest of the body. Dipper had done rather well with the stretching exercises but, despite that, he turned out to be the least flexible of the three, with Mabel easily performing all of the stretching exercises as if she was made of rubber instead of flesh and bones, and Pacifica doing most of them with some difficulty. By contrast, Pacifica was who had sweated the most, whereas Dipper and Mabel had barely broken a sweat.
“Ugh. Enough workout.” The prideful blonde wiped her forehead. “Summer vacations are definitely not for this. I’m sweating like a pig. Let’s go take a swim at the river.”
“Ohhh!” Mabel’s face lit up. “Can I bring the rubber ball?”
“Sure.” Pacifica shrugged.
“And food?”
“Yes, Mabel. Bring your tent too if you want.” Pacifica shortened the conversation.
“You girls go have fun. I think I’ll stay here and work on my Journal.” Dipper commented as he pointed with his thumb at his tent. He intended to fix his blue balls as soon as he got some privacy.
“No, you’re coming with us.” Pacifica declined his idea sternly. “What if something happened to us and you weren’t there? If you’re not coming with us, then we’re staying here.”
Dipper raised his eyebrows in surprise and then he sighed and agreed. It seemed Pacifica was not going to make it easy for him.
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Once they arrived to the river, they laid their towels on the ground and set the cooler under the shade of a tree. The three of them were repeating swimsuits, with Mabel wearing a magenta trikini, Pacifica wearing a purple bikini, and Dipper wearing red swimming trunks. Mabel could not help but grab a bun and put it in her mouth, as she was starving, and then another and another, all while Dipper sat on the towel to work on his Journal and Pacifica messed with her bikini.
“You know what, Mabel?” Pacifica asked the brunette, whom raised her head from the cooler to look at her with a mouth full of bread. “I think I agree with what you said yesterday about sunbathing. Tan lines would also look worse on me with how pale my skin is, so I’m taking the top off.”
“Woohoo!” Mabel cheered Pacifica after swallowing. “Release the twins!”
Pacifica glanced at Dipper from the corner of her eye to see if he was looking at them, which he was, and then took off the top of her purple bikini. She grinned inwardly when she saw how Dipper’s eyes bulged out and he turned away.
“What about you?” Pacifica directed her attention to Mabel. The brunette was nonchalantly staring at Pacifica’s breasts with a goofy grin in her face, so Pacifica had to snap her fingers a couple of times so that she looked at her eyes.
“Huh? Oh, sorry. Your boobs are so big that their gravity field must’ve attracted my eyes.” Mabel chuckled and went to poke Pacifica in the breasts, but that time she managed to hold back. In her eyes, being topless made the poking different. “I’d do the same, but I don’t want to make Dipper feel uncomfortable.”
“If Dipper doesn’t like it, then he can look away.” Pacifica shrugged.
“I guess… But I don’t think I can take off just the top of my trikini, unless…” The brunette untied the knot around her neck, and then tied the top of he trikini around her waist like a sweater. “What do you think?”
The prideful blonde looked down at Mabel’s naked flat chest, and then raised her hand to her mouth to hide a snicker.
“I think I won’t say what I was thinking so that we can remain friends.”
“Okay.” Mabel grinned, oblivious to the insult, and then leaned closer to whisper. “Are we still on phase one of the plan, or have we already switched to phase two?”
“We’re on phase one, and I think I know how we can transition smoothly into phase two.” Pacifica smiled with malice. “Have you ever played Keep Away?”
“What’s that?” Mabel tilted her head in confusion.
“Monkey in the Middle?” She tried a less bully-related name for the game.
“Ohhh, I know that one! And I imagine that you nominate Dipper to be the monkey?”
“Exactly. You’re learning.” Pacifica smiled and nodded at Mabel, and the latter beamed with the praise. “Go get the ball while I convince him to play.”
As Mabel hopped joyfully towards the beach bag, Pacifica approached Dipper. The boy was tapping his Journal idly with the side of the pen. He raised his gaze to greet her, stopping for a full second on her naked breasts before reaching her face.
“We’re playing Monkey in the Middle, and you’re the monkey.” She informed him.
“I can’t say no to that, can I?” Dipper raised an eyebrow.
“You can, but…” Pacifica was momentarily distracted by the sight of Mabel turning the beach bag upside-down to empty it, as the ball was the first thing she had put in it and consequently was under everything else. She sighed when her very expensive tanning lotion and her hair brush fell on the sand, and then she shook her head and continued speaking. “…if you don’t want to play with us, that will only add up to how mad I am at you.”
“Alright.” Dipper stood up and left his Journal on the towel. “I’m on a writer’s block anyway.”
“Found it!” Mabel chirped as she waved the yellow ball at them from afar.
It was at that moment that Dipper noticed for the first time that Mabel had the top of her trikini off. The boy instinctively stared at her chest, and then out of reflex he looked away.
“Why is she topless?” Dipper whispered.
“Why not?” Pacifica shrugged. “I’m topless, and you’re topless too.”
Dipper frowned and was about to point out that it was not the same, but then Mabel arrived running, grabbed him by the hand and started dragging him to the river.
“C’mon Dipper!” She said excitedly. “You haven’t played a ball game with me in like… years!”
“Fine, fine. I’m coming.” Dipper chuckled due to Mabel’s contagious cheerfulness.
They quickly established a set of simple rules due to lacking the typical circle necessary to play the game, and decided that it was not allowed to either move sideways so that everyone stood in the same depth within the river, which was around the groin, to or throw balls excessively high so that it was not too unfair for the player in the middle.
Mabel started with the ball. The frustration built up within Dipper had made the boy a little more competitive, so he had no intention of staying in the middle for long. He was approaching Mabel swiftly with the goal of making her do a mistake and catch the ball, when something caught his attention.
“Mabel, Mabel!” Pacifica shouted from the other side.
Dipper looked for just a brief instant over his shoulder, and from the corner of his eye he caught Pacifica giving jumps and waving her arms in the air, her naked breasts bouncing up and down. The boy couldn’t help but smile stupidly and get distracted, something Mabel took advantage of. The ball flew over Dipper’s other shoulder and hit Pacifica on her left breast.
“Ouch!” Pacifica protested. “Watch where you’re aiming!”
“Sorry!” Mabel said despite laughing out loud. “But better the boob than the face, am I right?”
Dipper started giggling, which further annoyed Pacifica, so she threw the ball back at Mabel. The brunette caught it and Dipper snapped out of his giggling.
“Hey! Not fair!” Mabel protested as Pacifica had not given her time for Dipper to move away.
The boy seized the chance and focused completely on Mabel. The brunette had always been a very poor liar and she moved her eyes in the direction she intended to throw the ball long before doing it, so Dipper could block her way with his arms as he kept closing his distance until he was right in front of her.
“Ahh! I can’t get a clean throw!” Mabel pulled the ball behind her own back to protect it from Dipper.
“C’mon, Mabel. Give me the ball.” He grinned at her. “I have you surrounded.”
“No way!” She shook her head. “If you want it, then come and get it!”
Dipper looked down at her body for the first time, and he hesitated. Her nipples were very erected due to the cold water, and Dipper was so sexually frustrated that he was certain he would suffer an erection if he came into contact with them, something that would embarrass him for weeks if not months. However, if he did not go for the ball, Mabel would learn that strategy worked against him and she would use it for the rest of the game, so the boy found himself in a crossroads.
Before Dipper could make a decision, Mabel acted and threw her arms around his torso, as if she was hugging him, and kept the ball on Dipper’s back.
“Pacifica, quick! Come and grab the ball!” Mabel yelled.
“Hey, no-no!” Dipper’s voice cracked when her nipples poked him in the chest. “I’m touching the ball with my back, so I won!”
“You don’t have to touch it; you have to grab it!” Mabel grinned.
The boy tried to reach over his shoulders and grab the ball but, much to his surprise, Mabel kept it in the spot of his back that he had never been able to reach. Dipper realized then that Mabel’s plan was clever and could actually work, so he tried to part the hug with his hands. When that did not work, as Mabel clang to him like an octopus, he started pushing Mabel with his whole body in an attempt to make her lose her balance and fall into the water. The brunette squeaked; Dipper was stronger than her, and she quickly began tickling Dipper’s side with one of her hands. He consequently giggled and lost enough strength for Mabel to keep her stance just a little longer.
Pacifica was finally about to catch up to the twins. She was just a few steps away, but she landed the front-half of her foot on a log resting on the riverbed, which made her slip and lose her balance when she switched her weight from the other leg to that one. The wealthy blonde yelped and tried to grab onto anything within reach while she fell forwards, and she succeeded hooking onto Dipper’s swimming trunks and pulling them all the way down to his ankles.
“Eeep!” Dipper squeaked like a girl and tried to cover his naked groin, but he could not do that with Mabel hugging him like that. “Mabel! Let go, let go! My swimming trunks are down!”
“Nuh-huh! I’m not buying that! You’re just saying that to grab the ball!”
“I’m not!!!”
Pacifica emerged from the water, completely blind and oblivious about what was going on due to how her wet hair had ended up encompassing her face. She hurriedly felt around Dipper’s back until she found the ball, and then she grabbed it and ran away as she laughed, all without brushing the hair off her face.
“Woohoo! Flawless execution—!” Mabel released Dipper to raise her arms in the air and yell jubilantly, and then she looked at his groin to mock him about the lie, only to realize that it had not been a lie. “Oh my gosh, your swimming trunks are down!”
“Yeah, that’s what I said earlier!” Dipper turned away from Mabel and raised his swimming trunks back in place.
“I thought you were lying to— I mean, sorry.” Mabel felt embarrassed, and her mind suddenly filled with excuses to escape the situation. “Buuuut, I have already seen you naked before so this is not such a big deal, right? Are we good? Are you mad at me? I can be the monkey now if you want. Do you want a hug?”
“It’s fine.” Dipper stopped her before he had further contact with her nipples. “Let’s just keep playing.”
“What’s wrong?” Pacifica asked from afar, seeing how Dipper was not coming to get the ball.
Much to Dipper’s horror, Mabel put her hands at each side of her mouth to work as a megaphone and replied in detail.
“I saw Dipper’s penis in the water and he seems a little embarrassed about it, but it looked nice and not small like you’d expect from the cold water so he should be proud!”
Dipper facepalmed soundly, and Pacifica took a second to assimilate what she had just heard before she burst into laughter. She laughed so loud and for so long that she failed to notice Dipper was coming for the ball until he was just a few yards away. The wealthy blonde yelped and tried to toss the ball over Dipper’s head, something that they had established that was against the rules, but she was so weak from laughing that the ball slipped from her hand and fell behind her.
Pacifica turned around and grabbed the ball right before Dipper caught up to her, so she protected it with her body. When Dipper tried to reach around her sides and take the ball from her hands, Pacifica wiggled her butt and tried to slap his arms away with her free hand. Dipper chuckled and moved one hand to tickle her belly, which stopped the slapping but also made Pacifica suddenly bend over to giggle and consequently hit Dipper in the groin with her butt.
The boy groaned, more pleasantly than painfully, as his penis pitched a very noticeable tent in his swimming trunks. He reached around her sides again, but with a different intention this time. Pacifica gasped when Dipper shamelessly squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. Without thinking it twice, she threw the ball over her shoulder and smacked Dipper right in the face with it.
“Oww!” Dipper took a step backwards to rub his reddening face. “That’s playing dirty!”
“Not as dirty as you groping me to get the ball!” Pacifica quickly grabbed the ball from the water and tossed it at Mabel.
“You set the bar earlier when you dropped my swimming trunks in front of Mabel!” He glared at her.
“I didn’t… did I?” Pacifica was perplexed. “Huh. So that’s what I felt with my fingers earlier. Well, sorry about that then.”
“Yeah, I’m suuuure you didn’t notice.” Dipper replied sarcastically.
“I really did not.” She felt offended. “Why do you have such a poor image of me? I wouldn’t do that to you!”
“It wasn’t that different from what you did earlier this morning.” Dipper folded his arms over his chest.
“I meant the lying! I wouldn’t lie to you!” She shoved Dipper, which did not move him much as he was just as tense.
“Guys, guys!” Mabel interjected, seeing how things were getting out of control. “How about we have lunch, huh? I’m sure we’ll be less grumpy with a full stomach.”
Dipper and Pacifica looked at each other and, while Dipper’s features softened and he regretted his tone, Pacifica just tossed her head back pridefully and walked out of the water.
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The three teens sat cross-legged in a circle on their towels as they had lunchmeat sandwiches and soda. Mabel was devouring one sandwich after another as if she had been stranded on a deserted island for a week, all while Pacifica glanced at her enviously due to how Mabel kept that skinny figure despite her wild diet, and Dipper wondered whether they should have purchased more food at the mall.
For dessert, they had yogurts and fruit. While Mabel obliviously ate hers, Dipper stared with hungry eyes at how Pacifica repeatedly dipped the tip of a peeled banana into her yogurt cup only to suck it clean afterwards. She apparently had no intention of stopping until the yogurt cup was empty, so Dipper forced himself to look away before he suffered a premature ejaculation in his swimming trunks.
The boy turned his eyes to Mabel in an attempt to distract himself, and he noticed that she looked oddly happy that day. He wasn’t sure why was that, but he found it as a nice contrast from how sad Mabel had been before they came on that camping trip. His mind then drifted away and he started thinking of meaningless things.
“Mabel, why are you topless?” The sudden looks from the girls made Dipper realize that he had thought that out loud, and he felt incredibly embarrassed. “I-I mean, yesterday you said that you didn’t want to have tan lines, but with the top tied around the waist like that you’ll definitely get some weird tan lines.”
“Huh. You’re right.” Mabel looked down at her body. “Should I put it back on?”
“It’ll be fine if it’s just today.” Pacifica discouraged her. “Furthermore, with both of us topless maybe Dipper will finally learn to tell our boobs apart.” She glared at the boy.
“Ha! But that’s so easy!” Mabel cupped her petite breasts. “My Mabel-puppies are like the Earth, and your Paci-boobs are like Jupiter!”
“Hmm…” Pacifica cupped her chin and then smirked teasingly. “I didn’t know that you supported the Flat Earth theory.”
“The what?” Mabel was confused for a second, and then the insult suddenly dawned upon her and she gasped. “That’s super mean! I could’ve said yours were like Mars because of how red they are, but I didn’t!”
“Red?” Pacifica looked down at her chest, and it was indeed red. “Damn it, I’m getting sunburnt.”
“Do you need me to apply you some sunscreen?” Dipper quickly poured some lotion on his palm in another reconciliating attempt.
“Thank you,” She stopped him before he came any closer with the lotion. “But I prefer that Mabel does it.”
“Really? Neat!” Mabel resentment towards Pacifica vanished in an instant and she wasted no time grabbing the poured lotion from Dipper’s hand and spreading it in her palms. She then landed one palm on each of Pacifica’s breasts and started kneading them.
“Do you know the difference between applying sunscreen and groping me?” Pacifica gave Mabel a tired look.
“Um… the sunscreen?” Mabel put on her best smile.
Under normal circumstances, Pacifica would have stopped Mabel then and there, but from the corner of her eye she caught Dipper giving Mabel looks full of jealousy that she found extremely delicious and they absolutely made it worth the trouble.
“Yup, that’s right.” Pacifica leaned back on her elbows. “Make sure to squeeze them properly.”
Mabel nodded vigorously and continued playing with Pacifica’s breasts. She had always found them distracting and attractive; it was for that reason that she poked them at every chance she could get, so she wasn’t about to waste her first chance to openly touch them.
Dipper, on the other hand, couldn’t be any more jealous about it. It didn’t bother him so much that it was Mabel, as he had done the math over the years and, between the furtive poking and the sudden pinches, Mabel had possibly touched Pacifica’s breasts many more times than he had, but he disliked that, not only Pacifica had turned him down, but she was using Mabel to show him what he was missing.
“Pacifica, can we speak for a minute? In private.” Dipper stood up.
“Of course.” She had to push Mabel’s hands off before standing up, as she wouldn’t let go of her breasts.
“Nooooo!” Mabel fell in despair. “We’ll continue later!”
After they had put enough distance in between Mabel and themselves, Dipper stopped and faced Pacifica. She was distracted properly spreading the sunscreen over her chest.
“Ugh, your sister is such a disaster.” She finished cleaning the mess of lotion Mabel had done on her chest, and folded her arms under her breasts to push them up. “What did you want to talk about?”
The boy opened his mouth to speak, but the sight of Pacifica’s pushed up breasts had fascinated him and no sound came out. The sunscreen lotion had given them an even whiter tone, and her nipples were very erected from the attention Mabel had given them. Dipper had to gulp down the excess of saliva in his mouth; he wanted to suck them badly.
“Uh…” He got a hold of himself. “I want you to stop what you’re doing. I feel you’re taking it too far.”
“Am I? Let me leave something clear here.” Pacifica roughly cupped Dipper’s groin all of a sudden, much to the boy’s surprise. “I am the offended party here, and therefore I will do whatever I see fit to punish you. If your Big Dipper is having a problem with that, then I suggest you go take a really cold swim in the river, because that’s all the relief you’ll be getting today.”
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The rest of the day progressed similarly for Dipper. It was a relief that the girls put their clothes back on once they left the river, but every time Dipper tried to have some privacy, Pacifica made sure that didn’t happen. She even used Mabel as a reinforcement to ensure Dipper wasn’t alone when she couldn’t be around. This rendered Dipper so sexually frustrated that his penis started seeing the weirdest of things as sexually arousing, from random words to inanimate objects, and being so desperate was something that scared him. In consequence, Dipper cornered Mabel during one of the times that Pacifica wasn’t around and confronted her.
“Mabel, I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.” Dipper practically growled. “Pacifica is resented and I can expect her to be so mean, but why would you help her?”
“I’m sorry! She made me promise!” Mabel felt automatically distressed by Dipper’s tone. “But I didn’t think you’d find her plan so mean. I felt it was pretty tame when she proposed it.”
“Tame?” Dipper had to keep himself from scoffing, as he had been sexually frustrated for hours. “Wait, what was her plan?”
“Um…” She wasn’t sure she should tell Dipper, but then her love for gossip reminded her that Pacifica hadn’t said anything against that. She looked around to make sure Pacifica wasn’t nearby, and then leaned closer to whisper. “Okay, the plan was that the three of us would hang out together at first, and then it’d be just Pacifica and me so that you’d feel jealous about being left out and you’d appreciate your relationship more. Sure, it’s a bit mean, but I felt my idea of stealing all of your shoes much meaner. Have you seen how many pebbles there are around here?”
“So you didn’t know about the…” Dipper blinked twice. It had just dawned upon him that Mabel had no idea about the blue balls, which suddenly made sense as naturally his sister would not agree on such a plan. The boy smiled inwardly and decided to use that to his advantage. “…Nevermind. Listen, can you help me fix things up with Pacifica? I don’t think I can take much more of this.”
“Of course!” Mabel chirped. “As the expert matchmaker that I am, I already had a plan for that up my sleeve!” She pulled a list out of her sweater sleeve and cleared her throat before reading it. “Step one: we capture four squirrels. Step two: we teach them to sing using our food as training treats. Step three: I knit a squirrel suit. Sep four: You put on the squirrel suit and sing an apology song to Pacifica while the squirrels do the chorus. Step five—”
“Well, uh…” Dipper interrupted her. “It’s a good plan, but let’s save it for now and give my idea a try.”
“My ten-steps plan was guaranteed to work though, but okay.” Mabel shrugged. “What’s your idea?”
“Every time I try to talk to Pacifica, she cuts me off and hides behind you, so we’ll put her in a situation where she won’t be able to do that.”
“Ohhh!” Mabel snapped her fingers. “I know exactly what your idea is. I’ll go get the duct tape and tape my back to yours in a sec.”
“No, no. It’s not that.” Dipper couldn’t help but snicker. With Mabel’s idea, Pacifica wouldn’t be able to literally hide behind her without facing Dipper, after all. “Listen, we’ll play a game of Hide and Seek where you will be It and Pacifica and I will hide. She’s so competitive that she won’t want to lose the game, so I will be able to confront her and she’ll have no way out.”
“Hmm…” Mabel tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I still think my squirrel idea is simpler, but alright. I’ll count to 60, then I’ll give you five minutes to confront her, and then I will set out to find you two.” She grinned competitively. “Pacifica is not the only one that doesn’t like losing at games.”
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When Pacifica came back, Mabel proposed the idea of playing Hide and Seek so insistently that she had to agree. They played a round of Rock-Paper-Scissors to decide who would be It, where Dipper and Mabel correctly assumed Pacifica would go by statistics and play rock, so both of them played scissors and lost. Then, as accorded, in the round between Dipper and Mabel, he played rock and she played scissors, making Mabel It. The brunette then gave a slightly overacted moan and faced a tree to start counting. Dipper then checked which direction Pacifica went to, and he went in the opposite one.
The boy had no intentions of confronting Pacifica like he had told Mabel he would. Dipper had already tried that at lunch and it hadn’t worked. The only thing in his mind was achieving a little bit of privacy and draining his blue balls. Mabel had given him five minutes to talk to Pacifica, but he was so desperate that one would suffice to ejaculate. He leaned his back against a tree, dropped his pants and started stroking his penis furiously. He didn’t even have to imagine anything pornographic; just stroking the shaft felt incredibly good.
The rustling of leaves in front of him made Dipper freeze in place. Part of him wished it was a wild animal, despite the danger of it, but he knew it could only be Mabel. He commanded his hands to stop pleasuring his penis and instead pull his pants up, but he was paralyzed. However, the head that appeared from the bush was not brunette, but blonde.
Pacifica first looked down at Dipper’s red penis, and then she looked up at his face and smirked.
“Ugh!” She said very loudly on purpose. “This stupid blouse keeps getting caught in every single branch!”
After making enough noise to give Mabel a general idea of their location and compromise Dipper’s masturbation attempt, she grinned at him and took off towards the river. The boy was absolutely perplexed. She had just turned around his plan to gain some privacy from his sister. Dipper groaned painfully as he raised his pants back in place, and then he ran after her. He had been yet again interrupted before ejaculating, and he was furious.
The wealthy blonde stopped by the river, and Dipper confronted her there.
“How is this going?” Pacifica snickered and went to palm his groin, but Dipper pushed her hand away.
“Enough!” He made a sharp gesture with his arms. “I’ve had enough of this! You are being unfair and you took this too far! If you’re going to make me go through this every time I make a mistake, I don’t think I can be with you anymore.”
“What?” Pacifica was shocked. “Are you breaking up with me?”
“…Yes.” Dipper replied after a long pause. “You left me no choice. You’ve been bullying me all day, and I don’t even remember anymore what I did to deserve that. I think it’s for the best that… we break up.”
“It’s not about what you did, but about what you didn’t do, you idiot!” She hissed and turned around. “If you want to break up, then fine. Now leave me alone.”
Dipper was surprised she hadn’t slapped him, but he didn’t feel joyful or relieved about the outcome. Instead, he felt incredibly guilty. She was with her back at him, but he could tell that she was trembling. Dipper knew he would feel horrible if she started crying.
“Pacifica?” He touched her shoulder, but she jerked it and shook his hand off. “What… what didn’t I do?”
“You’re the smart one.” She turned around to reveal her face was red like a tomato and her eyes were watery. “What didn’t you do?”
“I…” Dipper tried to remember all the details of the previous day but, despite that, he was unable to tell what she meant. His face quickly started showing desperation. “I don’t know. Please, tell me.”
“Yesterday night, when I heard you scream and came out of my tent to find you on the ground, I thought you had been attacked by an animal and I almost had a heart attack. But it turned out that had only been Mabel.”
“If this is about the groping thing, I already admitted I made a mistake.”
“Don’t interrupt me.” Pacifica scowled. “When I talked to you about that, you said I was exaggerating. I went from being worried sick to being mad at you; of course I may have exaggerated a little! But, instead of belittling what I said, you should’ve told me that you were sorry! Sorry for scaring me, or sorry for not paying attention, or just sorry! You didn’t say it, and you still haven’t!”
“Didn’t I?” Dipper facepalmed inwardly for missing that. “Okay, I’m sorry about that, but Pacifica… this pretty much proves my point. You have put me through hell today just because I forgot to give you an apology. Don’t you think you were unfair and took it too far? I would’ve gladly apologized the moment you reminded me of it.”
“That wouldn’t count, and it wasn’t just that.” She lowered her head and her voice came out in a whisper. “I’ve been feeling that, ever since we made love for the first time, you have been neglecting our relationship. As if you were only after my body, and lost interest once you had it.”
“P-Pacifica, that’s not true!” It was Dipper’s turn to be shocked. “Why do you say that?”
“You never, ever, initiate the sex. It’s always me who has to make the first move. Why is that?”
“Oh, that’s because, well…” Dipper flustered. “I can’t adapt overnight to you saying yes after four years of saying no. I’m still getting used to doing it with you, and I also didn’t want it to look like I just wanted sex.”
“Hmm… I guess that’s fair, but what about everything else? You don’t drop by the manor to visit me anymore, or take me on adventures in the forest. You used to do that once a week, but now I can’t remember the last time we went on one.”
“I thought you told me that this summer you were busy preparing this year’s Northwest Annual Fest.”
“Which is something that I do every year and that never stopped you before.” Pacifica countered.
“…I guess I’ve also sort of been really immersed in the UFO lately.” His voice switched from apologetic to excited. “It’s been driving me crazy day and night, but I recently made a breakthrough that managed to restore power to some of its leisure facilities. I'm certain that, with only a few more months of dedication, I'll have them fully operational and then—”
“I know you consider that the work of your life,” She interrupted him. “But I’m your girlfriend. I also need the attention, the affection, the dedication and everything else. Dipper, that thing’s been sitting there for centuries, and will still be there in centuries, but we’re not going to be 16 forever.” She crossed her arms and looked away. “Next year we’ll have to get ready for college, so we won’t have as much free time as we do now. And it will only get worse after that. Do you think we'll be going to the same college? I doubt it.”
“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry.” Dipper slowly pulled her into a hug and rested his chin on top of her head. “I wish I had realized that sooner. You’re absolutely right—”
“I’m always right.” She commented against his chest.
“Of course.” He chuckled. “That’s why I’d like you to tell me these things the moment they start bothering you.” Dipper parted the hug and cupped her face in his hands to look her in the eyes. “Pacifica, I love you. You are the work of my life, not the UFO. That’s just a hobby, and you’re my Princess.” He whispered as he affectionally rubbed the tip of his nose against Pacifica’s.
“Then, can you work less on it and spend more time with me?” Her eyes sparkled excitedly. It wasn’t every day that Dipper chose her over the paranormal. “I’m not asking you to abandon the UFO; just that you lower it to maybe once or twice a week.”
“Hmm… How about I put it on hiatus for the rest of the summer?”
“That’d be great.” Pacifica grinned for the first time, stopped crossing her arms and threw them over Dipper’s shoulders to hug him. “I think this calls for some… celebration.”
“Nope.” Dipper smirked playfully. “We broke up just a minute ago, remember?”
“C’mon, don’t be silly.” She rubbed her breasts against Dipper’s chest through the fabric. “You’re not the only one that’s been stuck unable to do it all day, and I also had my own share of sexual frustration with your sister latching to my boobs like that all morning.”
Dipper gave her a skeptical look, as some breast groping could not compare to the blue balls he had to suffer all day, but then Pacifica gave his cheek a playful flick of the tongue and he couldn’t help but giggle and agree. He picked her up in a bridal carry way, and quickly ran into the forest to find a more private place. Dipper, however, quickly turned after reaching the trees and strode all the way to the river shore.
“What are you doing?” Pacifica was confused.
“Remember earlier when you told me that all the relief I was going to get today was a cold swim?” Dipper smiled with malice.
“Yes but—DON’T YOU DARE!”
The warning fell on deaf ears and Dipper tossed her into the river. As glad as he was that they had fixed things, and as much as he wanted to get sexual relief, he could not miss the chance to get some retribution after everything Pacifica had done that day. The boy giggled and turned around to flee, but when he reached the start of the forest, Pacifica emerged from the water and yelled something he had never expected to hear from her.
“FUCK!!”
Dipper stopped in his tracks. He had never, ever, heard Pacifica curse before, since she found it vulgar and uneducated. The boy was suddenly filled with worry at the idea that he had tossed her onto some rocks and hurt her badly, so he quickly turned around and ran to the shore to see if she was okay.
“The water is icy cold!” Pacifica protested as she climbed out of the river. “I’m going to kill you!”
The boy yelped and took off laughing. After fleeing past a couple of trees, he wondered whether he should slow down to give Pacifica a chance, but then something grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled. Dipper stopped and turned around to protect his face and chest from Pacifica’s slapping.
“You idiot! There are no washing machines in miles! What am I gonna do with these clothes now!?”
“Ow, ow!” He laughed. “Watch the fingernails, Princess!”
In an attempt to restrain her and stop the slapping, Dipper grabbed her arms and pressed them against her chest, but Pacifica quickly pulled away, giving a loud *RIP* sound in the process. They stopped the playful wrestling and looked down to see that Pacifica’s wet blouse was torn in the chest, and one of her breasts was out.
“Now you’ve done it.” Pacifica sighed at her torn blouse. “Do you even know how expensive this blouse—Mmmmph!"
Pacifica was silenced with a passionate kiss. She forgot so quickly about her ruined blouse that she did not make a sound when Dipper’s strong hands finished tearing it off her body, and then, by contrast, she could not help but moan when she felt his palms on her breasts. The prideful blonde quickly demanded equality and started tugging at Dipper’s shirt, trying to cause a tear in it, but she was not strong enough. She gave a needy whimper, and Dipper let go of her breasts for a second and quickly took off his shirt and tossed it away.
Dipper spun her around and pulled her close, pressing his warm naked chest against her wet and cold back while one of his hands roughly squeezed her left breast and the other slid under her skirt and into her yoga pants. When she felt two of his fingers moving past the pine-tree shaped patch of blond hair on her mound and sliding into her vaginal entrance, Pacifica’s knees wobbled and she feared that she would fall to the ground. Dipper, however, did not hold her up, but instead he helped Pacifica go down on all fours, and he knelt behind her in between her legs.
When Dipper let go of her breast and pulled his fingers out of her, the wealthy blonde stared at her boyfriend over her shoulder expectantly. Doggy style was something that they hadn’t done before due to how shy Dipper was towards sex and how dominantly Pacifica behaved, but it wasn’t something that she was against. As a matter of fact, she could not wait to try it, and she grinned at him to show her disposition.
The boy behind her hurriedly undid her white pleated skirt, accidentally breaking the button that held it together, and rejoiced in the sight of her wet and tight yoga pants, which left nothing to the imagination. His penis, or rather his blue balls, took over and he felt the irresistible need to be inside her as soon as possible, so Dipper pinched the fabric on her butt and tore the patch covering her groin. He then slid his hands into the opening in the fabric and ripped off the rest of her yoga pants above the knees. Her panties only survived the havoc he was causing on her clothes because she wasn’t wearing any.
“Jeez, Dipper!” Pacifica whined playfully. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but don’t pay it with my clothes!”
“Princess, can I cum inside you?” He asked directly, his voice slightly husky.
Instead of replying, Pacifica smirked and invitingly pushed her butt up. Dipper quickly dropped his pants and, as he seized a good hold of her left buttcheek, he started rubbing vertically her vaginal entrance with the head of his penis. He found it was positively dripping, and not even most of it was because of her dip in the river. The boy moaned in relief as he penetrated her with the entirety of his shaft in one swift go, and then, without further delay, he seized a good hold of her hips and started thrusting in and out rapidly.
Pacifica squeaked and ruined a patch of grass when her hands reflexively turned into fists. She was not used to have Dipper starting at such a quick pace, nor so vigorously, and it was threatening to overwhelm her. Every time his thigs smacked her butt, a wave of pleasure traveled through her back directly into her brain; every time his penis reached deeper inside her than ever before, she felt her insides stirring up and her vaginal walls overflowing with her wet excitement; but what she loved the most was the feeling of Dipper’s balls full of unresolved sexual tension roughly hitting her clitoris every time the boy desperately thrust into her to work up his long awaited creampie.
“Dipper!” Pacifica looked at him over her shoulder with a crimson red face, and practically out of air from panting. “Harder!”
The boy stopped for a second; his blood-deprived brain needed the time to assimilate the command, and then he grabbed her shoulders for leverage and continued thrusting as hard as he could. Her wet hair kept bouncing and tickling his forearms, so with one hand Dipper gathered as much as he could to hold it like a ponytail. By pure accident, he tugged on it and felt, much to his surprise, how Pacifica’s vaginal walls twitched and tightened around his penis. Dipper couldn’t hold himself back and tugged at her hair again; not enough to hurt her, but enough to keep her head up as he kept ramming his thighs against her backside.
“Yes-yes-yes-yes-YES!” Pacifica arched her back and opened her mouth to perform a silent scream as a jolt of ecstasy starting on her groin and spreading throughout her body took her to heaven.
The post-orgasmic blonde collapsed her torso on the ground, her legs quivering, her hands pinching Dipper’s thighs to keep him pressed against her, and not caring in the very least that her spotless face was in contact with the dirty grass. The rest of her body would have followed her down if it was not for her boyfriend holding her hips. Dipper was not done yet, and that time Pacifica was not going to escape him after achieving orgasm. He grabbed a buttcheek in each hand and started thrusting again.
It took Pacifica a little bit of effort to prompt herself up on all fours; her body was tired and wanted to lie down, but the quickly rebuilding pleasure in her groin reminded her that everything felt much better if she was in the proper angle. Once there, she shook her head left and right in an attempt to have Dipper notice her hair and tug at it again, but Dipper instead leaned forward and wrapped one arm around her breasts, squeezing one roughly, and the other around her shoulders to pull her closer and bury his face in her neck.
Pacifica felt his breathing become erratic, his thrusts rougher and his grip on her breast tighter. She was confused for an instant, but then she realized that Dipper was about to cum inside her. Behind her, the boy was working fully on instinct. His whole body felt on fire, his testicles had been aching for a full minute, and his penis demanded release. He increased the pace of his thrusts to the point that the skin of his thighs burned from all the smacking, and then he rammed them one last time against Pacifica’s backside with so much force that she almost fell forward, and he kept them pressed there.
“Unf! Mmmph!” Dipper groaned against Pacifica’s ear as his orgasm started with the head of his penis becoming hypersensitive immediately before release. He instinctively wrapped the arm on her breasts around her hips to lock her in place and make sure she didn’t pull away, and then the tip of his penis started spraying her cervix with long and sticky ropes of semen carrying the seed that he had accumulated all day, and that, in his mind for the kink of it, the orgasming boy imagined that his seed reached its goal inside her uterus and achieved the impregnation despite the contraceptives.
Dipper rolled his eyes back in his skull and moaned in absolute relief. He had been blue-balled for so long that he felt his semen much thicker than usual as it continued leaving his penis, but that odd feeling was completely eclipsed by the sudden joy that overcame him when he realized he was finally ejaculating into the love of his life. On the other hand, Pacifica felt her cheeks growing hot and she grinned when she felt Dipper’s penis twitching wildly inside her followed by a warmer and wetter feeling in her vaginal walls. It was the first time Dipper came inside her and, she was not sure why, but it made her feel extremely happy, and also gave her a certain sense of permanent bond with Dipper.
The prideful heiress struggled against the lock Dipper had on her and forced him to sit back on his ankles. Then, she started lightly bouncing on his thighs in an attempt to help him milk out the last few ropes of his semen and let him know that she more than welcomed it inside her. The boy, however, could not help but grunt and clench his eyes as Pacifica’s velvety vaginal walls borderlined what he would consider too much friction for his hypersensitive glans, so he buried his face in her hair and moaned in a girly way as Pacifica continued rocking her hips and wiggling her butt until she felt his penis had stopped twitching. Then she finally slid Dipper out of her and fell forwards on all fours again.
“Fuuf, fuuf.” Pacifica only realized after they were done how strenuous the posture had been for her shoulders, and she wasted no time in cracking them. “Now, this is what I mean when I ask for good sex! Let’s do it again, but this time grab my hair with both hands.”
When Pacifica turned her head to Dipper, she found that the boy was ignoring what she was saying, and instead he was in between her legs and completely focused on looking into her vaginal entrance. The young blonde girl flushed red when she realized what he was after, but regardless she tried to push the semen out and give him a show. A big white glob quickly came out and dripped onto the grass, which made Dipper’s face light up in surprise and joy. The second one accidentally came out along with a tiny queef, something that made the couple stare at each other for a second and then giggle.
“Was that me?” Pacifica felt incredibly embarrassed despite being giggling. “Oh my gosh, this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me!”
“Worse than the lumberjack ghost?” Dipper joked.
“Much worse!” She squeaked. “And my butt is red like a tomato!”
It was at that moment of shared joy, that they heard some rustling of leaves not too far away. Dipper wished again that it was a wild animal, preferably a squirrel, but once again fate decided to go against his wishes.
“Found you!!” Mabel jumped out of the bush with her arms pointing at the naked couple.
The cheerful brunette was initially joyful to find both of them, as that made her automatically win the game, but when she looked at them and saw that they were naked and that both Pacifica’s vulva and Dipper’s penis were dripping semen, Mabel’s smile completely vanished, she turned around and left without saying anything.
“Wow.” Pacifica was perplexed. “I didn’t know Mabel could frown. Was she mad at us?”
“I’m not sure.” Dipper was a surprised as her. “We should back and talk to her.”
Dipper pulled his pants up and grabbed his shirt to put it on, but then he felt Pacifica was glaring at him and he was suddenly reminded that earlier, in the heat of the moment, he had ripped off all of her clothes and she had nothing to cover her naked body with. Smiling apologetically, he offered her his shirt.
“Thanks.” She examined it before putting it on. “I’ll take the jeans too. You can keep the shorts.”
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A camping trip with Mabel