A/N:

Credit to Incognitymous for the cover art.

Credit to Poland for the proofread of this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls. Gravity Falls was created by Alex Hirsch and Disney owns it.

Tags: Oral sex, vaginal sex, light bondage, voyeurism.

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[A camping trip with Mabel - Part 8: Tent Fun and The Confession]

The sun was setting behind the trees when Dipper and Pacifica reached the campsite. Mabel had already started up the fire and she was sat in a folding chair, busy knitting a new sweater, when she spotted the couple. The brunette tilted her head with curiosity, since Dipper was in his underwear and Pacifica was wearing his flannel and jeans.

"Mabel, are you okay?" Dipper was the first to approach her, squatting down next to Mabel to be at the chair's level. "You worried us back there."

"Huh? Oh yeah, totally, totally. I'm great!" The brunette put on such an evidently forced smile that Dipper cringed, and then she showed him the sweater. "See? Check out how much I advanced on this today! I'm reaching like… god-level on knitting!"

"It has three sleeves." Pacifica pointed out, much to the brunette's surprise. Then she squatted by Mabel's other side. "Are you really okay? I've never seen you frown like that before."

Mabel bit her bottom lip and lowered her head to avoid their gazes. If her behavior had not been clear enough, the mistake in her knitting certainly gave away that there was something wrong with her.

"Is it…" Dipper blushed. "…because you saw us, um… doing it? I mean, you've caught us a couple times before so I didn't think it would upset you like that, but—"

"It wasn't that." Mabel muttered. "I… I'm just a terrible person."

"Really?" The ridiculousness of the confession caught Pacifica off-guard and she snickered. "Since when?"

"Since this trip started." Mabel turned to Pacifica, her expression shockingly serious and a bit sad. "I knew you didn't want me to tag along for it, but I accepted anyway and… now I realize I've kinda been a pain in your necks since I joined. I made Dipper mad the first day, then I made you mad the second day, and then I made you both mad at each other. It's unacceptable! You guys are the couple on the romantic trip and I'm just the third wheel! I should've just stayed away from you to avoid causing trouble!"

Dipper was about to open his mouth to counter-argue, but Pacifica stopped him with a gesture; Mabel was not done talking.

"And the worst thing was that, when you fought and Pacifica came to hang out with me all day, I felt happy! I know I shouldn't have, but I… I've been a little lonely lately, and I really enjoyed being paid that much attention and being part of something. And then, when you guys made up, I should've felt happy, but I didn't! The only thing that came to my mind was that I was gonna be bored and lonely again. It's not what I should have thought, and I think that makes me a horrible and greedy person!"

"C'mon, Mabel, that's not true." Dipper spoke up. "You're simply interpreting this wrong. Just because Pacifica and I made up doesn't mean we'll stop hanging out with you."

"We were supposed to be playing hide and seek together," Mabel looked at Dipper tiredly. "But you two left to get lewd and left me seeking, so…"

"But… Mabel," Dipper smiled awkwardly. "I told you I was going to use the hide and seek thing as an excuse to talk to Pacifica. How did you think I was going to fix things?"

"I dunno, with words?" Mabel shrugged and tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Like, first you apologize, then she does this thing where she's yelling at you, but that's just her weird way of apologizing, then you two kiss, and then you kneel down and propose to her. Simple as that! Then you hide again and, when I find you, you give me the good news and ask me to be the maid of honor. And to celebrate, we play more!"

By the end of her example, Mabel's eyes were sparkling and she was grinning genuinely for the first time. Dipper had been caught so unprepared that he was not sure how to refute that, or if he should. Marriage was something that had not crossed his mind during his relationship with Pacifica, and they had never specifically talked about it either. He didn't know what to say. Cautiously, Dipper glanced at Pacifica to see what was her reaction and, in a way, to toss the ball at her. She was with a raised eyebrow, and not very amused.

"Just in case that ever crossed your mind," Pacifica looked back at Dipper. "If you have the indecency of proposing to me in such a terrible place like this forest in the middle of nowhere, you're getting a guaranteed no."

"I-I was not—" Dipper flustered, but his stammering was interrupted by Pacifica, who had heard enough already.

"And you, Mabel." She stopped squatting and stood up to be more imposing. "Are you seriously that stupid? You got everything wrong! Jeez, it's almost like you've been wearing a blindfold during the whole trip!"

"Huh?" Mabel was bewildered. In her saddened state, the last thing she had expected was a scolding.

"It's true I didn't want you to come to this trip. Dipper and I barely have any privacy back home, and I wanted this trip to be a sexcapade for us, so bringing someone as nosy as you is obviously a terrible idea. Because you're shameless and your concept of privacy is non-existent! Seriously!"

Mabel smiled sheepishly.

"However," Pacifica continued. "Spending all day with Dipper, I learned that, despite being in a mostly healthy relationship, we have different hobbies and views on what's entertaining, so we can't really spend the whole day together here in the middle of nowhere without making it frustrating. That's why I really welcomed the breaks I had with you. You're weird, nosy, and touch my boobs too much, but you are also lots of fun. And I enjoy having a lackey to tease Dipper with."

Pacifica grinned and offered Mabel both hands to help her get up from the chair. The brunette took them, grinning too, and Pacifica pulled her up and into a hug.

"I hanged out with you, not only because I was punishing Dipper, but because I also really enjoy hanging out with you. For that reason," Pacifica concluded. "The next time we go on a trip like this, I really want you to come with us."

"Thank you…" Mabel's voice cracked and she squeezed Pacifica to dissimulate it. She had gotten emotional.

"And," Pacifica decided not to mock her about the cracked voice. "I didn't know playing games was so important to you, but I do now. We can't do it today anymore because we don't really have any sunlight left, but tomorrow you'll be queen and we'll be slaves, so we'll play whatever game you want. What do you say?"

The wealthy blonde parted the hug to look at Mabel in the eyes and show that she was serious about the proposal. The brunette was smiling happily again.

"I'd love that but, oh-hohoho, you're gonna regret it. I'm a merciless queen; just ask Dipper about that time I was boss of the Shack for a day. Can't go back on your word now though." She finished in a singing tone.

"I'm not worried." Pacifica waved her hand dismissively. "I'll make Dipper do all my chores as compensation for having to wear these terrible clothes. Really, flannel and jeans were so last season, many seasons ago…!" She suddenly sneezed. "Oh, wow. They're even giving me allergies!" Pacifica joked, covering her nose and mouth, and Mabel giggled.

"My clothes are fine." Dipper interjected, taking mild offense to the comment about his fashion sense. "It's just that your hair is wet and it's getting chilly out here. You're catching a cold." He rubbed his naked arms. "We should go get changed."

"That's less amusing, but correct." Pacifica spun around and walked to her tent. "Come get your stuff, Dork."

"We'll be back in a minute." Dipper held Mabel's hands affectionately. "Don't go to sleep yet."

"I won't. Dipper," She squeezed his hands to prevent him from leaving yet. "Pacifica looks a bit like Wendy with those clothes, doesn't she?" The brunette grinned teasingly.

"Uh…" Dipper had just realized that himself. If the flannel were green instead of red, it would certainly be the same outfit. "Don't let her hear you say that!" He hissed.

"Haha, go and take pictures!" She smacked him on the butt.

Dipper chuckled and walked towards the tent. He was glad things had turned out well. He would have liked to join the hug earlier, but he refrained from doing so due to his lack of clothing. The boy felt it would ruin the moment if suddenly the girls started mocking him about something poking them, so he had only smiled warmly at the scene from distance. He thought that Pacifica had handled the situation very well; sometimes the best way to deal with Mabel was to treat her like a child, and Dipper saw that Pacifica had noticed that. She had given the sad brunette some affection and then she had made her laugh, which was all Mabel needed to recover. Dipper felt that Pacifica would be good with children when they grew up.

The boy stopped dead in his tracks; he even had one foot in the air. The topic of marriage, followed now by the topic of children, were both far too heavy to have in the same day, and something that he really did not want to have to deal with at his young age, even if the idea of it gave him a certain addictive warmth in the chest. Dipper shook his head to get over it, and walked into Pacifica's tent.

The young heiress had taken off the borrowed jeans and left them on the folding table. She had put on a pair of purple lace panties, and was at that moment removing the fourth button of the flannel shirt, her breasts about to spill out. Mabel had been completely right; the flannel gave her a certain Wendy-look that Dipper found hard to resist.

"Fuuf, Princess…" The hormonal boy closed the distance between them, hugging her from behind. "You're seriously sexy wearing my flannel." He whispered before nibbling on her earlobe.

Pacifica had no time to react before she was completely disarmed with a shiver. His hands quickly unbuttoned the rest of her shirt to free her breasts while he rubbed tent pitched in his shorts against the back of her lace panties. The boy was already panting in her hair, the tip of his penis wet with precum and his raging hormones demanding to bend Pacifica over the folding table and do it again; his recently unlocked creampies far from being exploited enough.

"How about…" He traced a line of kisses towards her neck while one of his hands groped her breast and the other playfully tugged at the hem of her panties. "…A realy quick one? We've got a couple of minutes so, if we hurry, maybe…" His voice stopped when he started sucking on her neck.

Pacifica moaned lightly, but she squirmed free from the hug and turned around to look at him, biting her bottom lip lustfully as her hands rested on his naked chest.

"If we start now," She playfully traced a circle around his nipple. "I don't think I'll have enough with two minutes. Or just doing it once." Pacifica suddenly looked at him in the eyes. "I want tonight to be special and, once you've put it in, I don't plan on letting you pull it out until I'm done."

Dipper felt his head dizzy and he smiled goofily, until realization struck him and then he frowned. Pacifica was not inviting him to do it; she was telling him to wait.

"So… we'll do that after Mabel goes to sleep?"

"That's the idea. But," Pacifica added, smirking, as she palmed the front of his underwear. "I liked that wild Dipper side. I want to see more of it later."

"O-okay."

"Good. Now," She took off the unbuttoned flannel and stood with the chest pushed out to draw Dipper's attention in full. "Take your clothes and go set up something nice near the fire where we can sit together."

"Nicer than the log we always sit on?"

"It's not comfy enough. After the pounding you gave to my butt earlier, I'd like something a little… softer." She turned around to show Dipper that indeed her backside was red. "My skin is too delicate right now for the bark of the log."

"Oh, Princess… I'm so sorry…" Dipper went to caress her butt, but refrained from doing so, guessing it may hurt her.

"Hey, don't be." She pecked him on the cheek. "I told you I wanted it harder, and I liked it. This is just a small price to pay for an awesome orgasm, and you better get over it because I'll ask for that again. Now, go do what I said."

The boy flustered and nodded before leaving. He went into his tent and put on a black shirt and some pajama shorts, and then he came out carrying a beach towel in an arm. He moved the log out of the way and laid the towel there after folding it once so that it was a double layer of softness. He sat near the fire and waited, his eyes excited and fixed on Pacifica's tent.

"Where's your journal?" Mabel asked after a little while.

"Huh?" Dipper tilted his head in confusion.

"Usually you go nose-deep into it when we sit by the fire, but now you don't have it." Mabel giggled. "In fact, you look like when a dog owner enters a store and leaves the dog leashed outside, and the dog can't wait for the owner to come back."

"Really?" Dipper chuckled. "I guess I feel a little different today."

"I can see that."

Mabel grinned to herself. In her experience spying and stalking the couple, there were some days where Dipper looked like he only saw Pacifica as a good friend, and some other days where he clearly looked in love with her. It had been some time since she had seen him like he was at the moment, and she was glad that the spark in their relationship hadn't died out.

Pacifica finally came out of the tent. She had a fluffy purple blanket wrapped around her body. The wealthy blonde tiptoed barefoot to the towel and stood facing Mabel, before undoing the back of the fluffy blanket and sitting in Dipper's lap, pulling the blanket up so that it covered both of them from neck to toe. Mabel gave them an 'Aww' and Pacifica replied with a grin, whereas Dipper flustered horribly. When she had undone the blanket before sitting down, the boy had seen that Pacifica was completely naked under it, and in that very moment his hands were confirming it.

"So, Mabel." Pacifica rubbed her naked butt against Dipper's groin until she was sat comfortably. "Tell me one of your terrible romantic anecdotes."

"A funny story?" Mabel wasn't sure of what she meant.

"Sure, that's another way to put it."

"Hmmm… Dipper, do you remember the thing that happened to Derek?"

"Huh?" The boy gave a little jump. His hands had been working their way to Pacifica's breasts while he was fully focused on making sure that did not show through the blanket. "D-Derek?"

"Yes, from middle school. We were… 12 when he was in our class?"

"Ah, that Derek! Yes, I think it was the year we first came to Gravity Falls for the summer."

"It's a kinda dumb story." Mabel giggled before starting. "Derek was a boy I liked at school because his hair was long and in a ponytail, so during gym class, some girl friends helped me get some quality time with him."

"Let me guess." Pacifica smiled slyly. "You invaded the boys' locker rooms while he was in the showers?"

"No, no. Well, I tried to peek from the corridor once, since Dipper wouldn't tell me how the guys I liked looked naked, but it wasn't that."

"I just didn't want to look at the other boys' privates when we changed clothes in the locker rooms." Dipper flustered.

"Anyway, Derek was the class rep, so the teacher always sent him to put the equipment back in the storage room. I went with him, and my friends locked the door behind us so that he and I were alone and uninterrupted. My goal was to get touched under the shirt."

Mabel snickered at the memory for a second.

"The thing is that, we didn't know where the light switch was, since the light coming through the doorway had always been plenty, so we searched for it in the dark until I hit myself with a pole in the eye."

"Yikes. Did you get a black eye?" Pacifica asked.

"Yup! For a whole week!" She commented with pride despite the clumsiness of the achievement. "But the funny part is that, when the teacher arrived to unlock us out, he thought Derek had done that to me. So he was like," Mabel put on a deep and manly voice. "'He punched you?' To which I said that no-no, that it had been the pole. But the teacher then said, 'He hit you with the pole!?' and he almost ended up smacking Derek."

"Heh, was he a troublemaker?"

"Just a little, but I clarified everything before the teacher did anything. Derek kept his distance since that day, though, so magic never happened between us."

"No second chances, huh? Well, maybe you dodged a bullet. He sounds a bit like a jerk, and he's certainly a quitter." Pacifica affectionately squeezed Dipper's hands on her belly, feeling rather lucky about her own boyfriend. "Wanna Google his Facebook when we get home and see what he looks like now? Maybe he got really fat in these last 4 years, or perhaps he got so much acne that he has a pizza face."

"Huh, I never thought of that!" Mabel chirped excitedly. "I can use social media to spy on people and increase my matchmaking effectiveness!"

"She's certainly getting blocked for stalking profiles." Dipper murmured, chuckling.

"Okay, now I want to ask you something personal." Mabel flustered and leaned forwards, as if to tell a secret. "When I caught you two earlier, well… Dipper wasn't using anything, and this morning when we woke up together, I didn't see you taking any pills, so… do you guys not use… protection, or…?"

Dipper flushed crimson red and was suddenly reminded why he preferred not to participate when Mabel talked about random topics with Pacifica. They somehow always ended up discussing about sex.

"He doesn't have to." Pacifica nonchalantly shrugged. "I have an IUD."

"Oh no… That's terrible!" Mabel was distressed. "Then Dipper must have it too! Oh my gosh, did you go to the doctor? Maybe they got a treatment now!"

"What?" Pacifica blinked twice, and then she frowned. "You're thinking of AIDS. I have an IUD; it's a contraceptive, not a disease."

"Ohhhh!" Mabel's relief was evident in her face. "Sounds fancy! Was it expensive?"

"Not for me." She smiled smugly.

The girls continued chatting lively, with Dipper joining the conversation on occasions but mostly zoning out with his face in Pacifica's hair and his hands on her stomach. There were a couple topics that Pacifica found a little too private but, unlike Dipper, she did not back away from the conversation. Mabel had been sad from loneliness, and Pacifica, as a single child, knew that the best cure for that was talking to somebody, so she intended to talk with Mabel until her throat was sore, regardless of the topic. Because Mabel was her boyfriend's sister, but also because she was her best friend.

After a while, the girls ran out of topics and the discussion inevitably died down for the day. Mabel started fixing the third sleeve in her sweater, claiming that her pride as a craftsman would be hurt until that error was mended, and consequently, Pacifica turned to Dipper.

It had been some time since he had pulled his face out of her hair. She wondered if he had fallen asleep. The young heiress put the tip of her fingers together, placed them against Dipper's knee and then applied pressure as she slowly spread her fingers open, sending a shiver across his leg and catching Dipper's attention, who pulled his face out of her hair with a quiet moan. Pacifica gave him a playful smirk, and then she slid down just a little, resting her head on his chest and spreading her legs under the blanket.

Dipper blinked and then flustered. He had understood the signal; she wanted him to play with her vulva under the blanket, but the situation shocked him, as Mabel was right there in front of them. He checked discreetly on his sister, but she seemed fully absorbed on fixing her sweater. The boy hesitated. Part of him found it incredibly inappropriate, but a different part of him closer to the groin also found it arousingly risky. Feeling his cheeks grow red with nervousness and embarrassment, Dipper tentatively drew one of the hands on Pacifica's belly towards her groin. He gave a light tug at her pine-tree-stylized pubic hair as punishment for making him do that in front of his sister, something Pacifica received with a little jerk of surprise, and then he invaded her nether regions.

Using three fingers, Dipper spread the folds of her vulva and tickled her delicate pink skin. He found her wet, and somewhat sticky. The boy imagined that stickiness had to be the leftovers from when he had cum inside her earlier, and he found that incredibly arousing. Teasing her vaginal entrance in circles to make her leak more of their mixed love juices, Dipper moved his mouth to Pacifica's ear.

"You like that?" He whispered, mildly amused at how evident it was that she was holding back whimpers to keep Mabel from finding out. "Then wait until I get this tongue on your clit." He added, engulfing her earlobe with his mouth and lashing at it with the tongue.

It was something that had come out naturally; Dipper had not planned to make the dirty comment, but from how low he had set the bar with his previous attempt at dirty talking, this had become an overwhelmingly pleasant surprise for Pacifica. The wealthy blonde failed to contain her whimpers and shuddered, clenching her toes. This proved to be greatly disadvantageous, as her toes inadvertently pulled at the blanket and ended up exposing her naked chest, and the hand going into her groin. Dipper quickly tried to correct this mistake with his free hand, but it was already too late. The movement of the blanket had caught Mabel's attention, who was now staring at Pacifica's naked breasts and red face with eyes wide as saucers.

"Oh, wow! Check out those boobs—TIME!" Mabel stood up and looked at her wrist, where she did not have a watch. "I think it's about time I go to sleep, haha! You guys put out the fire, okay?"

"Sure." Pacifica, embarrassed, closed her legs and quickly pulled the blanket up to cover her very erected nipples. "Leave it to us."

"And I'm gonna fall super asleep super soon! I'm really, really tired. Like, not-even-an-earthquake-is-waking-me-up tired!" She grinned at them, waggling her eyebrows playfully and winking.

"We get it." The prideful blonde glared at her. "Just leave already."

"Is Dipper pantless under that blanket, or is it only you naked?" Mabel approached to peek, but Pacifica threw a kick at her.

"Go to sleep, you creep!"

"Okay, okay. Have fun!" She giggled. "If you feel like stealing my glass dildo again, though, know that I already licked it to claim it as mine!"

Mabel hurried into her tent, leaving Dipper with crimson red cheeks and Pacifica with a frown on her face. The wealthy blonde turned around and stood on her knees with her hands resting on Dipper's shoulders and her naked breasts hanging free at the height of his face.

"That didn't kill your mood, did it?" She asked worriedly, aware of how delicate Dipper's arousal was whenever Mabel became involved.

Dipper, fully focused on the erected nipples before him, shook his head very slowly. Pacifica grinned and fully stood up, dragging Dipper by the neck of his shirt to her tent. The couple disappeared behind the flap, but a couple seconds later, Pacifica shoved Dipper out of her tent.

"Oh my gosh, Dipper! The campfire! Put it out!" Pacifica chuckled with embarrassment. Mabel had told them a second ago, after all.

The boy grabbed the bucket of water they used for washing their hands, and poured it onto the campfire. When he turned around, Pacifica had already gone back into the tent, so he decided to grab the lube bottles from his tent in a second before he returned to Pacifica's, with said bottles hidden behind his back. He was not letting the opportunity pass again.

They wealthy blonde was sitting on her knees on the mattress, fully naked and with her arms crossed under her breasts. Dipper was astonished at how lady-like Pacifica looked despite how naked she was. In those few seconds he gawked stupidly at his girlfriend, he forgot to show her the lube bottles, and Pacifica managed to pull from behind her back her own surprise before he did. She grinned mischievously as she waved the pair of fluffy handcuffs she had purchased in the sex shop.

"A-Are those for me?" Dipper smiled nervously. He was equal parts afraid and excited about what Pacifica would do to him if his hands were restrained.

"Do you want to wear them?" Pacifica stared at the handcuffs as if she was contemplating the idea. "That's too bad, because they are for me." Saying that, she smiled, drew her hands behind her back and, after a KRAKRAK sound, she handcuffed herself.

Dipper was bewildered, to the point that he thought it was a trick.

"It's not a trick." Pacifica read his face perfectly. "This is my way of telling you that I want you to take the lead, and I'm letting you do anything you want to me, putting your Big Dipper wherever you want, and cumming anywhere you please." She smiled sultrily before she leaned back and spread her thighs to show off her mound. Her face, however, changed in the last second as she remembered something important. "Well, except on the hair. Seriously, I can't wash it properly in that river."

"Princess, fuuf! That sounds awesome!" Dipper was already panting as he excitedly took off his shirt, and then looked around. "But, where's the key? Just in case there's an emergency or something and I need to uncuff you."

"I'll tell you where it is only if I like what you do to me." She smirked.

Her intentions suddenly dawned upon him. Pacifica was allowing him to use her body as he pleased, but she would not do anything to him until she felt satisfied with what he did to her. It was a double-edged sword, and Dipper had to keep that in mind. He liked the idea of using Pacifica as a sex doll, but only as foreplay. Later he would very much want a session of lovemaking where she would have to return his affection, and a onahole wouldn't do.

However, before doing any of that, there was one thing he needed to check first. Getting on the bed, he moved his hand to her belly and started to tickle her. Pacifica giggled, bending over and then arching her back as her laughing got louder, but she never broke free from the cuffs. She was handcuffed for real.

"Stop it!" Pacifica fell on her back and tried to wiggle out of his reach like a worm. "Just so you know, I can still kick you, and rest assured that I'll aim for the balls!" She threw a couple kicks in his direction.

"Haha, alright." He raised his palms in a calming gesture. "No more tickling then. I think the first thing I'm going to do, though, is taking your sight."

"My sight?" Pacifica was confused. She saw Dipper rolling his shirt and, before she could flee, he tied it around her head like a blindfold. "Ew! Not your sweaty shirt!"

"Is it too sweaty?" Dipper suppressed a giggle.

"Well, no. Just a little. But it's on my face!"

"Then tell me when it gets too sweaty."

Pacifica scowled at Dipper, but he only found her sexier like that. Dipper took off his shorts and, fully naked and erected, he recognized the threat of Pacifica's legs, and therefore he straddled her hips. Taking advantage of the position, he tickled her belly again. Pacifica laughed and tried to kick him, but his body weight kept her legs in place. By the time he was satisfied with the tickle torture, Pacifica was panting for air from how much she laughed. Her chest was rising and dropping with her respiration, covered in a thin layer of sweat, and her breasts caught Dipper's attention.

They were warm and slightly blushed, with the nipples partially erected. The boy slid down her body a bit and opened the cooling lube bottle. He poured some on his fingers, and then applied it gently on her nipples. After that, Dipper pressed her warm breasts together, and blew lightly on them. The ointment stuck to her pink skin and it quickly cooled down, hardening her nipples and erecting them to their fullest so suddenly that Pacifica could not help but moan.

"Oh my gosh, what's that?" She tried to peek under the blindfold. "Did you just put… mint toothpaste on my nipples?"

"Something like that." He chuckled.

Dipper gave the base of her right breast a few lazy licks to tease her, and then he put her nipple, and as much of her breast as he could, into his mouth. The sudden change from the icy cold lube to his warm mouth, was a bit too much for Pacifica's oversensitive nipple, and she let out a shuddering moan as she reflexively pressed her thighs together. She had gotten alarmingly wet, and was starting to wonder when Dipper would go between her legs.

Unaware of the change in her nether regions, Dipper only released her nipple and kissed her. Whatever he had put on her breasts had given his mouth a certain fresh feeling, like peppermint candy, but she liked it. Especially given that it was a hot summer night. When they parted the kiss, she expressed her lust.

"How-how about you put that tongue to work elsewhere?" She panted in anticipation as she spread her legs.

"I don't think you're in a position to make demands, Princess." He commented playfully. "I want to do a few things before moving to the main dish."

"Hmph." The prideful heiress looked unamused. She struggled a bit in the handcuffs. "How much is left of that thing you put on my nipples?"

"Almost a full bottle. It's lube, from the sex shop."

"Ah." She visibly relaxed. "Go nuts then, Dork. Just be finished with your things before I fall asleep and we can't do mines."

"You're assuming that I'm going to let you sleep tonight."

Dipper smirked mischievously as he caressed the sides of her breasts. He slid down and, sticking his tongue out, he began licking the area in between her mounds. Pacifica whined playfully; he was leaving a great deal of saliva behind with his tongue, but that was the boy's goal. Once her breastbone was sufficiently lubricated, Dipper straddled her chest and slid his excited penis in between her breasts.

"I'm not too heavy, am I?" The boy asked worriedly before starting. "Are your arms comfortable? The handcuffs are not digging into your lower back, are they? Can you breathe?"

"I'm fine. The cuffs are really fluffy, so they are not hurting my back." Pacifica smiled warmly at him. "But, your shirt is reaching the 'too sweaty' level."

"Then I guess you should stop sweating." Dipper smirked.

"I'll get pimples on my forehead!"

"I don't believe you." The boy chuckled. "I've never seen you get pimples before. Your skin is acne-proof."

"…But I wanna watch what you're doing!"

"If you let me use your boobs like this again some other time, you can watch that one in full. But for this one, I'm not spoiling the surprise."

Dipper moved his hips back, pressed her breasts together, and then shoved his penis deep into the wet valley formed between her mounds. The boy moaned with joy. Putting pressure on her breasts from the sides, he rejoiced in the feeling of softness and elasticity in his hands, as well as in the warmth surrounding his shaft. Dipper pulled his stuck penis out, and then pushed it back in, swinging his hips back and forth slowly.

With the blindfold covering her sight, her other senses had grown sharper. She could accurately form a picture in her mind of the shape of Dipper's penis from the touch with her breasts, and it was making her pant lustfully. Her body grew hotter, and her nipples even stiffer and more sensitive. When Dipper dug his fingers deeper in flesh of her breasts from the sides, she moaned out in pleasure.

By contrast, the boy began to grunt with a bit of effort. His penis was oozing precum, and her skin was sweating, all helping the wetness between her breasts. But the closer he got to orgasm, the more sensitive his glans got, and the valley of her breasts was starting to be not wet enough. Dipper released her breasts and straddled her neck this time.

"P-Princess, open your mouth…"

Pacifica blushed at the obscene request; Dipper was going to ride her face after using her breasts like a fleshlight. It was certainly a quite inappropriate thing to demand of someone of a high-class upbringing such as herself, but that alone had aroused her beyond measure. She did not have to be told twice. Pacifica opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.

Dipper rested the head of his penis on her tongue, giving her a taste of the salty sweat of her breasts and his precum, before using it to properly align his penis with her mouth as if it was a landing strip, all while he leaned forward with his fists on the bed above Pacifica's head. With his groin above her face, Dipper slowly lowered himself and inserted his penis into her mouth until his glans was deep in her throat. Pacifica tensed up a bit since she could not breathe, but Dipper groaned in absolute pleasure. He pulled away only enough so that the head of his penis was back in Pacifica's mouth and not blocking her airway.

After he saw how deep he could go, Dipper moved his knees a little higher on the bed, around the height of Pacifica's ears, and then, getting on all fours, he began swinging his hips back and forth, his glans invading and leaving her throat continuously for around 10 seconds of pure pleasure, until it stopped to rest in her mouth. Pacifica seized the chance to breathe, and then Dipper repeated the action.

It was quickly becoming overwhelming for the young heiress. Not because she was only able to breathe shortly every several seconds, but because of the intoxicating feeling of the mixture of her sweat and his precum in both her mouth and nose. Every time Dipper swung his hips, his balls smacked her on the chin, something that she found oddly arousing. But the best so far was when, after a bit of thrusting, Dipper shoved his penis deep into her throat and left it buried there while it leaked precum down her esophagus for the remaining time he had before pulling out to let her breathe. She could feel it twitch in her throat and she could hear her boyfriend groan in immense pleasure, and that was making her eyes go blank and setting her groin on fire. She couldn't take being handcuffed anymore; she needed to masturbate.

Dipper suddenly pulled his penis out of her mouth. He had felt her trashing with her legs, and he thought that he was choking her. Pacifica, however, had only been moving her legs because her groin was blushed red and begging for attention, and she was now hungrily trying to get his penis back into her mouth. The only danger she was in, was going crazy from lust. The boy grinned and, instead of his penis, he put his balls into her mouth. Pacifica did not look very amused by the change, but she nonetheless began sucking on his scrotum while tickling one of his testicles with her tongue.

Feeling that he had used her mouth enough to get his penis wet and ready, and playfully unwilling to do specifically what Pacifica wanted, Dipper slid back and straddled her chest again. As he put pressure on her breasts from the left and right, he ran his penis between them over and over again. Her body heat had increased from her arousal, and her sweat had made the valley of her breasts much more pleasant to slide between than before. Dipper started to grunt and press her breasts harder; the tingling sensation in the head of his penis was becoming stronger with every thrust.

Below him, Pacifica felt his penis throb in between her breasts, the glans shaking lightly and getting wetter. Suddenly, Dipper groaned in a rather girly way and stopped with his penis completely wrapped in the pressure of her perfect flesh and the lubrication of their fluids. It was then that Pacifica felt it. His glans shook once, and a wet warmth enveloped it. Then it shook again, and the warmth spread throughout the valley of her breasts. Then it shook a third time, and the warmth suddenly flowed out from between the top and bottom of her mounds, some of it gushing out with force and striking her in the chin. She could not help but laugh out loud at how much cum her boyfriend was letting out between her breasts.

Only when the last drop left the tip of his penis, Dipper released her large breasts and gave a sigh of contentment. He had been extremely lucky with his ejaculation; it was more viscous than liquid and most of it had stuck to her pale skin, with none threatening to roll to her side and stain her hair. Aside from painting her lusty breasts with a steamy white coating, the boy had also given her a pearl necklace, with a rope of semen reaching dangerously close to the edge of her shoulder and almost landing on her hair.

"Phew!" Dipper panted weakly, his penis still twitching in the valley of her breasts.

"Mmmm. Not bad for a dork." She shook her breasts to gauge how much semen was stuck to them. "It feels like you let out a lot. I do hope, however, that was not all you got. Otherwise, I will be very disappointed."

"That was only like the recreation budget. I've got plenty left for the main course." Dipper got off Pacifica and knelt beside her head, poking the side of her mouth with his penis. "And, as you can't see, I'm still hard. Do you mind cleaning me?"

Pacifica grinned and then engulfed his erection in her mouth, sucking it lightly and licking it clean of semen. When she was done, Dipper rubbed his penis against her chest to gather more of his seed, and poked her in the cheek with it again. Pacifica giggled and playfully stuck her tongue out. Dipper repeated the process, using his member as a spoon to gather semen and feed it to her, until his penis was squeaky clean and only the rope of his seed on her shoulder remained. Being the last one, Dipper gave it a bit of an especial treatment, gathering it with his own tongue before delivering it to Pacifica with a kiss.

It was a welcomed surprise for the young heiress. She tried to leave a bit for Dipper to swallow too, as the concept aroused her, but the boy was not much of a fan, and he insisted with both his tongue in her mouth and his hand between her legs. He teased the wet folds of her vulva, a simple act that felt overwhelming in her aroused state. Pacifica quickly gave in and swallowed the last bit of his semen as well as their mixed saliva. After they parted the kiss, she gave him her best smile, and said,

"I did what you wanted, so now you'll remove this sweaty shirt from my face, right?"

"But, if I do that, what will keep you from glaring daggers at me and killing me?"

Pacifica growled and showed her teeth.

"Haha, see what I mean? Wait, no. You can't with the blindfold." He teased the prideful heiress, poking her in the breasts. In response, Pacifica started to wiggle as if trying to turn over. "Heh, what are you doing?"

"I'm rolling off the bed. Then I'm standing up, and then I'm swinging my foot until I locate your balls with it."

"Okay, okay." Dipper chuckled. "I'll take off the blindfold. Stop moving."

The wealthy blonde blinked a few times to adjust her eyes to the light, and then she fixed them on her boyfriend's manhood. Seeing it hard and rhythmically throbbing, Pacifica decided the sight was absolutely glorious. This time in heaven was short, as Dipper quickly pushed her to roll onto her stomach and knelt behind her between her legs.

"Hey!" Pacifica protested and failed to raise her face from the mattress with her hands bound behind her back. "I can't see anything like this! This is just like the sweaty shirt again!"

"That's not true. The mattress is not sweaty, and you can see a little from the sides." Dipper grabbed the bottom of her hair, and pushed it over her head. "Now it's true that you can't see anything."

Pacifica was about to throw a tantrum when Dipper suddenly raised her butt and began groping it. It was her turn to receive attention, and she decided it was best not to interrupt Dipper while he was being generous. The boy started by gently kissing and blowing on the small rash she had on the underside of her thighs in an attempt to relieve her reddened skin. It did not hurt as much as she had made Dipper think, but Pacifica enjoyed the caresses. Dipper then traced a line of kisses up to her vulva, and spread it open with his thumbs to look inside it.

"Wow, Princess. You're going to dehydrate at this rate."

"You think so?" Pacifica chuckled. She did feel really wet, but she could not tell exactly how much without using her fingers.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to urgently pump some fluids into you before you pass out."

"I-I do feel a little dizzy already. Hurry up." Her voice was full of anticipation as she wiggled her butt.

Dipper comfortably rested his penis on her asscrack, and then Pacifica heard him fidget with something. She was growing more and more desperate every second that passed, and feeling the light throbbing of his penis on her butt was not doing her any favors. The prideful blonde leaned forward just enough for his penis to slide down her asscrack, and then pushed her butt back in an attempt to achieve the penetration on her own. It did not work, as Dipper's penis missed the mark and slid down her vulva, nudging her in the clitoris before sliding in between her thighs.

"Dipperrrrrr!" She whined.

"Wait patiently." He pinched Pacifica in the butt, earning a yelp from her. "I just need a second. Raise your belly a bit."

Pacifica did as told and arched her back. She felt Dipper's fingers applying an ointment slightly above her groin, and then heard how he wiped them clean on the bed sheets. At first, she imagined that it was the cooling lube again and waited for the refreshing sensation, but her belly was not cooling down; it was heating up, and that continued until her skin felt almost like it was burning. Initially, this was mildly alarming, but it never reached the pain threshold. She found it pleasant. The sensation soon passed through her skin, giving a certain warm feeling to her uterus and getting her vaginal canal even wetter. The prideful heiress began panting with her tongue out; her womb was hot and thirsty, and she had never in her life desired to have a penis ejaculate inside her so much.

Dipper made sure he had completely cleaned his hands, as he figured the chili pepper in the warming lube would be too strong if it came in contact with their sensitive bits, and then pressed his penis against Pacifica's vaginal entrance. Pacifica quickly pushed back in an attempt to get him all the way in, but Dipper kept a strong grip on her ass and prevented her from doing so. He proceeded with the penetration without her intervention, sliding his penis into her in the slowest way possible and driving the prideful heiress crazy. Then, just when she thought her frustration was about to end and his penis was about to be kissing the entrance to her aching womb, Dipper pulled it out and started rubbing her clitoris with his glans.

"Noooo!" She whimpered.

"Do you want it so badly?" Dipper asked teasingly as he slid the head of his penis back into her, and quickly pulled it out again.

"D-Dipper, Dipper… Put it back in. I-I need it…" Pacifica panted, her wet excitement trickling down her thighs.

"Then you're going to have to say please."

There was a moment of silence during which Pacifica stopped shaking and tensed up. She could tell Dipper was smirking just from the tone of his voice.

"…Why are you torturing me in such a cruel way!?" Her voice cracked. "I'm not buying anything for your birthday this year anymore!"

The boy burst into giggles. Even when pushed that far, Pacifica had not abandoned her pride, and she was not saying please. While she continued making threats and throwing occasional insults at him, Dipper decided that he had reached the limit of how much he was allowed to tease her, and suddenly plunged his penis into her.

It went all the way inside smoothly of how wet she was, pushing out the fluids she had accumulated and catching Pacifica terribly off-guard. The wealthy blonde bit her lip hard, clenched her toes and closed her eyes tightly in an attempt to hold back, but she had been so pent up that she failed horribly and reached orgasm from the penetration alone. She quivered, arching her back and moaning loudly against the mattress as part of the tension built up in her nether regions was finally released.

"Oomph!" Dipper was now the one caught by surprise as he felt her vaginal entrance clamp viciously around his penis and try to milk him dry while Pacifica twitched and panted. "Did you just cum? I barely got to put it in!"

"…Shut up! You took the teasing too far!"

"Ohhh." Dipper giggled. "And here I thought the heiress to the Northwest fortune would be able to take a bit of teasing without making a mess." He pulled a little of his penis out and pushed it back in, letting some of her creamy white excitement leak out and stain the air mattress. "Are you sure you can go on? I don't mind if you give up now; I can just roll you over and use your boobs again."

"Pffft." Pacifica failed to blow her hair out of her face and smirk at Dipper with bravado. "I can outlast you any day. You just got lucky this time."

"Then I hope you don't mind if I don't pull out until I my orgasms go dry." He grinned. "I want to make sure that all of it goes inside you tonight."

Pacifica blushed crimson red under her hair. She had given Dipper blowjobs until he had dry orgasms a couple times before, and from that experience she could estimate the amount of semen that he was talking about. Her body was going to be very sore the next day, and she loved the prospect of it. Wiggling her butt, she gave Dipper a sign to continue.

The boy gently caressed her ass before seizing a good grip of it, and then he began with slow yet powerful thrusts. Every time he pulled out, he made sure to leave only the glans in before shoving the rest of his penis back inside. As soon as he practiced enough the distance he needed to pull back, he increased the speed of his hips without decreasing the force behind them, and the result was shockwave upon shockwave of pleasure coursing through Pacifica's back and making her moan and drool on the mattress.

Dipper stopped for just a second, which almost drove Pacifica to the point of screaming not to tease her again like that when everything was starting to feel so good, and then he grabbed her forearms and pulled her torso up, perpendicularly to her thighs, before resuming pounding her backside. It was even more amazing than before. Suspended in the air like a drawbridge with only Dipper as her pillar of support while he tried his best to drive his manhood as deep into her as possible, Pacifica felt as aroused as she was helpless. Her breasts swayed and smacked against each other, while her tongue hanged out of her mouth with saliva dripping out of it, and loud moans left her throat.

Her arms were suddenly released when Dipper, forgetting in the heat of the moment that he was supporting her, moved his hands to grab onto her hips, and, with her own hands bound, Pacifica collapsed face-first onto the saliva-stained mattress. She let out a groan, but Dipper had the perfect excuse for the mishap.

"P-Pacifica, I'm going to cum…"

The wealthy blonde grinned from ear to ear when she heard that. She wanted to feel that hot whiteness inside her for the second time, so she arched her back and gave Dipper the best angle to pump it all in. He leaned on top of her and started humping her from behind, almost desperately, while he roughly squeezed her breasts in his hands until he suddenly stopped, shoving himself as deep into her as he could and groaning against the back of her head.

Pacifica felt his member grow harder than ever before, she felt it pulsate, and then she felt, faintly, how his seed squirted against her vaginal walls. The horny blonde automatically clenched around him, sucking his penis in and moaning happily as her thirsty uterus was being fed. Dipper hugged her back until the last bit left the tip of his penis, and then he knelt up, panting with exhaustion and staring at the place they were connected at.

The boy pulled his penis out just a little, and then pushed it back inside. A bit of his semen started to ooze out around his shaft of how filled the wealthy heiress was, and she shuddered violently. Her anus twitched, slightly opening and closing whenever she squeezed his penis in an attempt to get more of his hot seed to drown her cervix in pleasure, and this caught Dipper's attention.

It was something he did with no ulterior motive or with any ill intention; the boy had seen it done in porn, and guessed it would have a pleasant effect on Pacifica, so, tentatively, he pressed his thumb into her twitching anus.

"Eeeep!"

Despite being handcuffed, Pacifica managed to pounce forwards with only her legs, like a frog, leaving a trace of their mixed fluids on the mattress. Then, after putting some distance between Dipper and her anus, she broke the plastic chain of the fluffy handcuffs with her sheer strength alone, much to the boy's surprise. She turned around, panting, and pushed the hair away from her face. It was completely red, and her eyes were teary and glaring daggers at him.

"Never!" She squeaked and started jabbing him in the chest repeatedly. "Never, ever, ever, ever, ever!"

"Ah, P-Princess I was just—" The boy completely lost his earlier bravado.

"Not your Big Dipper, not your thumb, not even a pinkie is going in there!"

"But—"

"Never!"

Seeing how it was going to be impossible to explain that it had not been his intention to push for anal, Dipper only smiled awkwardly and nodded in agreement. Pacifica calmed down a bit, and looked at his naked body up and down while smirking maliciously.

"Now," She pushed his chest and straddled his hips, aligning his penis with her creamy vaginal entrance. "That little stunt just cost you topping and touching privileges, so put your hands behind your back and don't you dare touch me with the butt finger."

"But Princess, it was clean. Look."

"Ahhh! I don't want to! Hands behind your back, hands behind your back!"

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In Mabel's tent, the brunette sat up. She was wearing earplugs, but not even those saved her from the shriek that came from Pacifica's tent.

"OMG! Did Dipper kill her? Nooo! My bro-bro is going to jail! Ahh, and if Pacifica is dead then she won't buy me any more candy to keep quiet when she does something mean!"

After opening the flap of her tent and poking her head out, Mabel was filled with relief. Both her brother and her opportunities for free candy were safe. Pacifica had seemly forgotten to roll down the flap covering the plastic window of her tent, and the brunette had a clear view of how Pacifica was jabbing Dipper in the chest and scolding him. They were very, very naked. Pacifica then straddled his hips and started riding him quite vigorously. The young heiress' large breasts bounced and glistened with sweat in such an eye-catching way that Mabel blushed.

"Ah…" The brunette hid back in her tent and smacked her reddening cheeks. "No, stop! You're a bad sister! You promised that last time would be the last!"

Mabel attempted to steel herself. She had managed to fulfil the promise she made to herself for a whole two weeks. Her progress would be completely ruined if she masturbated now, but it was not an easy task. Pacifica permeated a certain aura of sexiness that was difficult to resist; almost as if she had been born just to have sex. Furthermore, they were her favorite couple, and she had helped them get together, so Mabel felt a bit of pride whenever she saw them getting all lovey-dovey.

But the brunette knew she could not keep doing that. Secretly masturbating about the couples she had put together was harmless, but when those feelings escaped the realm of her mind and started to show, they were dangerous. Mabel had already found herself staring lecherously at Pacifica a couple of times that day alone, at that had to stop. Her friendship with the young heiress mattered to Mabel more than a couple of confusingly good orgasms. And furthermore, Mabel would never forgive herself if she somehow put a dent in Pacifica's relationship with her brother; they were her favorite couple after all. Therefore, she decided she would not masturbate even though she could hear them go pretty wildly at it. Mabel felt proud of herself for her restraint, so she decided that a small treat was in order and at that moment something that would satisfy her was peeking. Looking, after all, was not masturbating.

Eagerly, and with the small glint in her eyes of doing something mischievous, Mabel double-checked the interior of her tent was dark enough to conceal her. If she could not see her own arm, then neither could Pacifica from the outside; much less so with the lights on in her tent and creating contrast. It often surprised the brunette how similar the basics of stalking were to the basics of matchmaking. After ensuring she was properly hidden, she opened the flap completely and spied on the couple.

They were still going at it, with Pacifica wildly bouncing on Dipper's penis, so Mabel tried to improve her view. The brunette could not see Dipper from that angle, the window was too high, and there was something she wanted to check. Pacifica had always described him as "wonderfully sized", so Mabel was curious about how big or small he was when erected. She could not just ask Dipper, as he would freak out, but if she caught a glimpse now, nobody would be hurt.

Fate, however, was not on her side that night, as immediately after she started spying, Pacifica dropped her hips and started rocking them back and forth with Dipper's penis fully buried into her, displaying a smirk of superiority at every moan that Dipper let out. With her chance ruined, Mabel's only relief was that now Pacifica's wonderful breasts were swaying back and forth in a rhythmically hypnotizing way. The brunette then almost jumped out of her skin when she felt a hand playing with her vulva through her panties, only to realize it was her own.

"Ahh—Mmmph!" Mabel covered her own mouth to silence her surprise. "Ugh, I'm doing it again! Last time was supposed to be the last!" She grumbled, even though she did not stop touching herself. "But… I guess last time I didn't have such a nice view, and I didn't spend all day groping her naked boobs either…"

The brunette stopped toying with her vulva and pulled her panties aside before sliding two fingers into herself.

"Wooow! I don't remember the last time I was this creamy!" Mabel took off her panties to avoid staining them further, and stared at her blushed groin. "Hmm… It would go against the teachings of the Love God to do nothing when I'm this wet. I don't wanna sin, so… this time is the last time. I promise!"

Having said that, Mabel stared at Pacifica lecherously and began fingering herself. She imagined the prideful blonde that she had been friends with for four years, fingering her creamy love canal while giving her the same smirk of superiority that she was giving Dipper. It had been so long since the aroused brunette had had sex, that she peaked right away, thrashing with her legs and stuffing her mouth with the sleeve of her sweater as the orgasm washed over her.

"Haah, haah… That… That didn't count!" Mabel took off her sweater and started playing with her nipple with one hand, while the other went back to fingering her vulva. "Now this is the last one, I promise!"

While the brunette outside continued relieving the sexual tension she had pent up for weeks, inside, Pacifica was feeling Dipper tensing up and about to orgasm, so she decided to have a bit of fun, and stopped moving her hips.

"Ahh, Princess!" Dipper tried to reach for her hips to urge her to continue moving, but Pacifica smacked his hands away.

"Don't touch me with the butt fingers!" She gripped his wrists and restrained his hands on his chest. "Listen, Dork. Do you feel this?"

The wealthy blonde ground her hips against his and adjusted them slightly. Dipper felt a portion of her vaginal walls press against the tip of his penis, making Pacifica shiver every time she flicked it over the topside of his glans. It had a certain smoother texture, yet a harder feel than the rest of her vaginal canal, almost like a nub of firm flesh.

"I think I do." Dipper furrowed his brow as he concentrated on the spot the tip of his penis was testing. "What is it?"

"What do you think it could be?" She smirked. "That's my cervix, silly."

Dipper's eyes bulged out of his skull. Her cervix, the entrance to her womb, was pressed against the tip of his penis. The boy shuddered, his penis reacting to the news by twitching and throwing him over the edge of pleasure. Dipper could not help himself and broke free of Pacifica's grip, hugging her chest and squeezing her as his penis pressed ever so slightly against her cervix and started ejaculating directly into it.

"Ah!" The sudden move had caught Pacifica off guard, and she was about to complain about Dipper's hands, but then she felt his penis twitch violently. "Are you cumming? I don't feel any—AH! Oh-my-gosh!"

Pacifica shuddered just like Dipper had moments ago, and hugged his head as she instinctively pressed her groin against his to ensure he kept ejaculating right there. She closed her eyes and whimpered; the burning feeling starting in her groin and spreading through her torso was quickly overwhelming her senses and making her eyes roll back in her skull and feel dizzy.

His penis eventually stopped twitching; it was done feeding her womb with his seed, and Dipper stopped moaning and began panting in exhaustion against her chest. He made an attempt to move, but Pacifica hugged him tighter to stop him. She was still dizzy and a bit sensitive, so she wanted to remain embraced like that for a little longer.

The wealthy heiress sighed happily and looked out the window right in front of her. She was not particularly focused on anything; her head was in the clouds, but to Mabel that was spying from her own tent completely naked and with her legs spread open, it looked alarmingly different.

"Oh my gosh, can she see me?" The brunette murmured and froze in place, her creamy excitement leaking around the two fingers buried deep into her vaginal entrance. "Ahhh! How could I be so dumb! Paz-Paz is rich so of course she can see better in the dark!"

Mabel hurriedly sat up and closed the flap of her tent. She sighed in relief and wiped her forehead, grinning at a successful mission, but then it suddenly dawned upon her.

"Why did I do that!?" The brunette pressed her palms against the sides of her head in distress. "Maybe Pacifica couldn't see in the dark and I was safe inside the tent, but now she must've seen the flap zip closed! I made it obvious that I was spying on them, nooo!" She buried her face in a pillow and began screaming in panic. "Wait! I could blame it on a ghost! Or bugs! Paz-Paz hates both, so she'll understand! It was a bug-ghost that opens and closes tent flaps!" She thumped her palm with determination, and wiped her forehead in relief for the second time. "Phew, I'm saved, I think. I should go to sleep for real before I mess it up again, though."

Back inside the tent, it had caught Pacifica's eye that the flap of Mabel's tent was open and, while she could indeed not see inside the tent due to the darkness, she saw very clearly how an arm poked out and closed the flap, and after that she could faintly hear Mabel's muffled screams.

It was a bomb of information. Pacifica knew Mabel was a bit eccentric, but she did not think it would go to that extent. There was a lot she needed to think about; many doors had opened and she had to consider which to close, and which to go through, but sadly she had no time for it. The screaming had also reached Dipper's ears.

"Did you hear that?" He pulled away from her breasts and looked around. "It sounded like—"

"Dippurrr." Pacifica reacted immediately and, to protect her sensitive boyfriend and his erection, she lay back on the mattress and pulled him on top of herself. "Cum inside me lots more. I love how warm it feels when your Big Dipper shoots it all deep inside."

At that moment, aliens could have been walking outside ready to deliver a 4th Journal, yet Dipper would have been unable to notice them. He immediately hugged her naked chest, buried his face in her hair and started swinging his hips mindlessly. His post-ejaculatory and extremely sensitive penis basked in the warmth of his own semen in her love canal; his glans aching painfully and demanding a break, whereas the small hole on the tip was leaking a constant stream of precum and leftover sperm and insisted on continuing and kissing her cervix again.

With Dipper successfully distracted, Pacifica tried to find a minute to put her thoughts about Mabel in order, but she quickly discovered that it would not be possible, as she had stimulated her boyfriend a bit too much. Dipper was border-lining rough sex, with one of his hands finding and squeezing her breast, while the other pushed one of her knees to her shoulder in an attempt to achieve a deeper penetration. He had intoxicated himself enough with the scent of her hair, and now the boy put his mouth to work on her neck and started nibbling on it. Pacifica found all of that impossible to ignore and, before she realized, she was already fighting back an orgasm. She had been mocked before about being a quickshot, and she was not about to let that happen again.

In the meantime, Dipper let go of her leg and moved that hand behind Pacifica's head, quickly stopping the attack on her neck and instead kissing her lips. She moaned in his mouth and reflexively wrapped her free leg around his waist, her vaginal canal tightening and her nipples tingling pleasantly. She could not take much more of that.

"Princess, Princess…!" Dipper panted after breaking the kiss for a second. His eyes were clenched shut, his forehead was sweating, and his hot breath was reaching her face. He was also holding back an orgasm.

"Inside!" Pacifica demanded in a squeaky voice that surprised even herself. "I want it all inside!"

Dipper gave a shuddering moan as his penis twitched in agreement, and he hugged her head, kissing her with passion while in return Pacifica tightly wrapped her arms and legs around him. With every fervent swing of his hips, not only did his penis stir her insides in the most blissful way, but it was shaking her whole body too and making squeaks leave her throat. She tightened her overflowing canal into a vice grip in one last desperate attempt to hold back her orgasm, and then she felt her groin explode with absolute pleasure in the middle of one of Dipper's thrusts. Her body immediately became hypersensitive to the point that even her nipples felt on fire against the skin of his naked chest, with her vulva sending shockwave after shockwave of joy through her body from the tiniest of movements of his penis inside her.

Pacifica clawed at Dipper's back and tightened her legs around him in an attempt to signal him to stop give her a break of a few seconds, but instead Dipper deepened the still ongoing kiss by shoving his tongue into her moaning mouth and at the same pushing his penis as deep into her as he could, before he finally groaned and started ejaculating so intensely that Pacifica felt his balls, that were pressed against her perineum, retract into his body as his penis twitched violently and released its warmth inside her.

Only after he was spent, Dipper broke the kiss and rested with his face in her neck. The couple lay sweating and panting in each other's arms for a while, giving little jerks now and then whenever one of their genitals twitched in the afterglow and proved to be too much for the other in their post-orgasmic hypersensitivity. Eventually, Dipper was the first to move, kneeling up and slowly pulling away from her. The lovers started at the spot where they were connected at, until his penis was pulled out and they were not anymore, except for a small bridge of semen still linking the exit to Dipper's urethra and the entrance to her vaginal canal, from which a generous number of white globs of his seed started to leak out.

They stared at the process with fascination in their faces, and then at each other with broad smiles, as if they had just done the most especial thing in the world. After that, Dipper lay beside Pacifica and hugged her, squeezing her a little in his arms and sighing happily.

Pacifica thought that from that point it would only go one of two ways: Dipper would bury his face in her hair and fall asleep, or he would start sucking on one of her nipples like a baby and fall asleep too. She would have no complaints either way; her libido was satisfied and she would welcome the affection before falling asleep herself. But what Dipper did, instead, surprised her. The boy scooted down and, instead of going for her breasts, he kissed her stomach and rubbed his face against it before hugging it and remaining like that.

The prideful blonde could not understand at first the reasoning behind his actions, and she never asked afterwards, but she reached the conclusion that, even though in his mind Dipper knew she was using contraceptives and the chances of pregnancy were insignificant, his body was a different matter altogether, and at that moment it was telling Dipper that he had ejaculated inside a girl, and now he had to take care of her. Pacifica smiled and stroked his hair; she found his behavior cute, and regretted not having started taking contraceptives sooner, given how important raw sex seemed to have been to Dipper. Which reminded her of something she had to discuss after Mabel was added into the equation minutes ago.

"Dipper…" She murmured.

"Mmm?" He drowsily replied.

"Don't fall asleep just yet!" She chuckled and pulled his hair a bit. "I've something to ask you. Let's go somewhere else outside."

"Outside?"

"Mmhmm, somewhere under the stars." Pacifica added as she pressed the side of the separated handcuffs with her thumb and easily unlocked the teeth.

"Huh." Dipper was amused at how easy to remove those had turned out to be, but then again, they were toys. Pacifica then stood up and did not look too inclined to grab her clothing, so Dipper asked, "Um, we're going naked?"

"I'd prefer it." She smiled at him playfully. "Depending on how you answer, I may reward you."

Dipper picked her up in a bridal carry way, earning a yelp and a giggle from the blonde heiress, and walked to the exit. Pacifica had to pull the zip to open the flap of the tent before they got out, since Dipper's hands were busy carrying her, and she also insisted on grabbing the sheet they had used earlier to cover themselves by the campfire so that they would have something to lie on, but soon enough they were away from the campsite in a small clearing, lying together and naked, with Pacifica on her back and staring at the sky, and Dipper on his side and lightly caressing the edges of her breasts and belly while he stared at her body under the moonlight.

"The moon is so beautiful tonight." She commented.

"Absolutely gorgeous." He replied, without taking his eyes off her naked figure.

It may not have been the smoothest compliment, but Pacifica smiled nonetheless. She rolled onto her side and looked into his hazel eyes. Dipper looked calm and quite awake, and she felt silly because she was very nervous and part of her would love to give up and go to sleep.

Pacifica had something that had been worrying her ever since they had begun dating years ago. She had always dismissed it under the sentiment that ignorance was bliss and she would rather not risk what she had, but tonight she felt differently. Between how happy Dipper looked after doing it without condoms, and the curiosity she had felt after discovering Mabel was spying on them, Pacifica had decided that she could not keep pushing things for another day, and she needed to tackle that problem tonight if she wanted to have any hope of doing all the other things she wanted to do that summer before it was over.

"Dipper, I need to tell you something."

"Hmm?" He stopped daydreaming and looked back at her. "What is it, Princess?"

"I… I-I love you." She confessed in a clumsy whisper.

"Oh?" Dipper smiled. "I love you too."

"No, that's not what I'm saying." Pacifica swallowed and looked at him seriously. "I really, really, love you."

"I… don't understand where you're going with this." Dipper admitted, equal parts embarrassed and nervous.

"Dipper, listen." The prideful blonde was getting nervous too. "I love you more than anything else in the world. I love you so much, that I don't think I could ever love someone else like that…"

"C'mon, don't say those kinds of things; they invite bad luck!" Dipper chuckled as he teased her, but stopped the moment Pacifica glared at him. "Look, if that is how you feel, then it is great that we are a couple, isn't it? Aren't you happy?"

"I am happy, now, but what about the future? What will happen when, for example, we go to different colleges, and we have to be separated for months?" She frowned and looked away. "I don't want to break up."

"Then we won't." Dipper smiled at her. "We'll find a workaround to fix the distance issue."

"You say that now, but how do I know it is how you really feel?" She looked back at him with her penetrating blue eyes. "Earlier today, I admit I took things a bit too far, but you were rather quick to threaten to break up, and it really shocked me. I thought my world was ending."

"Sorry." Dipper murmured and stroked her cheek.

"I know what is my commitment and devotion towards you," She pressed her face against the palm of his hand affectionately. "But I can only assume yours, and that scares me because I don't know for sure how you really feel about me, and about us."

"Pacifica," Dipper smiled calmly, as he felt it was an easy answer. "You were my first date, and soon after that my first kiss too. Then, years later, we had our first time together." He cupped her cheeks and caressed them before giving her a peck on the lips. "I did those things with you, and not anybody else, because you're especial to me. I really, really, love you too."

Pacifica smiled a bit forcefully. It was not strictly the answer she had been looking for, as she knew all of that already, and consequently she felt disappointed. The impatient blonde regretted having brought the topic up for a second, but then Dipper continued talking.

"But, if you ask me how I see us in the future, well…" Dipper flustered and grabbed her hands. "A-After college, I'd like to move in together to our own home, and sleep together every night. I don't mean sex, a-although the sex would be nice, but what I really mean is to cuddle up and sleep together. Then, sooner than later, I'd really like to ask you to take another one of my firsts, if you're willing to give me yours too." He stroked her ring finger as Pacifica's eyes widened. "And, after that, if-if you want to," His cheeks flushed red and his voice shook a little as he placed a hand on her belly. "There's an even more especial first that I'd like to have with you. M-Maybe a second too, if-if you're okay with it."

Her doubts were cleared at the same time her commitment was surpassed. The young heiress had seen Dipper as a husband candidate ever since they had started dating, but she had never felt that he reciprocated those feelings, and the idea that Dipper only saw her as a high school girlfriend terrified her because she would not be with him during college and nothing really guaranteed her that Dipper would decide to remain faithful and stay with her until they went to live together afterwards.

However, not only had he hinted at marrying her, but he wanted to have children with her. Children. A marriage could end overnight, but children would link them forever. The idea gave her an intoxicating warmth in her chest and made her heart flutter so much that she would have grinned from ear to ear if not for how ridiculously aroused it also made her. It was a topic that, as erotic as she found it, she preferred not to even roleplay it, as she knew that eventually she would not have enough and would seek real unprotected sex to satisfy that desire, and the wealthy heiress felt that getting pregnant at her age would be rather problematic.

Consequently, most of Pacifica's brain power was suddenly assigned to keeping herself from pouncing on her boyfriend and milking him dry. However, from Dipper's perspective, this made Pacifica look a bit unamused, so the boy assumed that she was still not convinced, and therefore he reluctantly went for the trump card.

"B-But, if you still need convincing of how much I love you, I guess actions speak louder than words, so…"

Pacifica snapped out of her lusty daze and stared at Dipper with confusion as he knelt up and grabbed her hand.

"P-Pacifica Elise Northwest, will you—"

"Ahhh!" She hurriedly pulled her hand free and prompted herself up on an elbow to cover his mouth. "Don't you dare finishing that sentence! Weren't you listening before!? This is literally the middle of nowhere!"

"Sorry, sorry." Dipper chuckled and hugged her after he lay back beside her. "But, if we were somewhere more memorable, what would you have said?"

"Take me there after we start living together, and you'll find out." She smirked slyly.

Dipper grinned and cupped her cheeks, stroking them affectionately with his thumbs.

"Then for now I'll tell you that you are very especial to me, and that is never going to change."

Pacifica closed her eyes blissfully. She felt as if she just got a huge weight off her chest, and she did not recall the last time she had felt that relaxed. The prideful blonde could have almost fallen asleep then and there with Dipper stroking her cheeks, had he not asked a question and snapped her out of her drowsiness.

"Was that what you wanted to ask me?" Dipper smiled mockingly. "Because if this is literally the middle of nowhere, you could've asked me that in the tent."

"Quiet, you!" She failed to contain her smirk, and pulled her face free from his hands. "That was actually just something I needed to know before I ask you the important question. I need you to answer one more thing, and then I'll ask the question."

"So, you're testing me." Dipper forked his fingers against his chin and smiled playfully.

"I am. And you better answer honestly, or I won't ask the question. Do you think it was a waste that we—? No." Pacifica blushed and broke eye contact for a second, and then looked into his eyes before rephrasing her question. "Do you think we should've had sex when we were twelve?"

"Yes."

"Wow, you didn't even have to ponder about it." She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him.

It was Dipper's turn to blush and break eye contact. He realized too late that it was a tricky question, because it had been Pacifica who had chosen to delay their sexual relationship, not him, so admitting it had been a waste of time would be like insulting the prideful heiress.

"I-I mean, Princess, I don't think it was strictly a waste of time to wait. The wait was well worth it; you've only gotten more beautiful with every year that has passed." He stroked the side of her large breasts and grinned lecherously. "Not saying that you were not pretty when we started dating! You were absolutely stunning! But, um…" Dipper lost much of his resolve when Pacifica's glare did not diminish despite the compliments. "I-I guess that, if-if I had to be completely honest, I would have preferred to have done it when we were twelve and have now four years of sexual experiences rather than just a month's. But—"

"In hindsight, me too." Pacifica interrupted him before he made an excuse, much to his surprise. "I'm glad we're on the same page, because this is what the question is about. I feel I've wasted four years of chances to explore our sexual relationship, and with college nearing, I fear that soon we will not have as much free time together as we do now. Dipper, I'm sixteen and I want to go wild and do a bunch of crazy things while we have the time. I don't want to regret missing the chance again four years later when I'm twenty… Will you help me do as many of them as possible before this summer is over?"

"Yes! Yes, of course!" Dipper laughed and hugged her. "I'd love to, Princess! Is this why we came here? You wanted to do it under the stars?"

"That indeed is in the list." Pacifica noticed how Dipper's penis stood up. "I wanted to do it while staring at the moon, and scream my lungs out as you bit my neck and came inside, since I can never really scream with how little privacy we get. But, before that," She stopped her boyfriend before he pounced on her. "I wanted to go over the item at the top of the list, because you may not be too much of a fan of it."

"O-Okay. What is it?" Dipper's voice shook as he clenched his buttcheeks. He feared pegging would be in the horizon, with a girlfriend as dominant as Pacifica.

"How would you feel about a… threesome?" She blushed before finishing the sentence.

"A t-threesome?" Dipper could not hide the disappointment in his face. "P-Pacifica, I don't know… I can't say that seeing you with another guy would not bother me…"

"Ah, no! Silly!" She chuckled. "I want a threesome with another girl."

"O-oh!" The boy was visibly relieved, and aroused.

"The thing is that, I'm curious about how it feels to do it with a girl. So, I'd like to do it at least once." Pacifica grabbed her own breasts. "I want to touch her boobs, I want to see what her pussy tastes like, the whole sexual package, but I would only feel comfortable doing that if you were present too, because you're my boyfriend, hence the threesome idea. This is precisely why I asked you about your commitment; I needed to know that before I took the risk of bringing another girl into the bedroom."

"P-Pacifica, that sounds amazing!" He grabbed her shoulders and, unable to contain his excitement, started leaking precum on her belly. "Let's ask Wendy!"

"Why Wendy?" She glared at him suspiciously.

"She's perfect for this!" He pressed the head of his twitching penis against her belly. "We've been friends for years, so she would not blackmail us about this in the future, and I also heard from Mabel that she's bi, so I'm sure she won't be against it!"

"Okay, those are all good points." She narrowed her eyes at him. "But it can't be Wendy."

"Why not?" Dipper was practically shocked.

"Look, maybe you got the wrong idea here." She poked his forehead. "The girl is there for me. I'm willing to have you participate in stuff like a double handjob, and maybe a double blowjob too, for the fun of it. But I'm not willing to share you any more than that. You cannot kiss her, and much less so put it inside her. Are you telling me that if Wendy, the Wendy you looked up to so much when we were little, had a threesome with us, you'd be okay with not putting it inside her?"

"…Yes?"

"You're such a terrible liar." Pacifica chuckled. "Listen to me, Dork. It's much harder dealing with missing something you've seen, than it is dealing with wondering how something looks. Even if for some odd reason you convinced me to let you put it inside her, would you be fine knowing it's just a one-night stand that will never happen again, or would you miserably miss the experience afterwards?"

"Okay, I guess you're right…" Dipper sighed sadly at the missed lifetime experience. "But if it's not Wendy, then who? You had someone in mind when you added this to the list, no?"

"I had, but I'm not too sure you'll like it. How about…" Pacifica looked at him in full seriousness. "…Mabel?"

"Mabel? What Mabel?"

"How many Mabels do we know?" She rolled her eyes. "And please, don't even think I'm talking about the cow in the ranch."

"M-My sister!?" Dipper's eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"Yes, and hear me out before you freak. The fact that she is your sister makes her perfect for this job." Pacifica began listing with her fingers. "We have a very close friendship, she already touches my boobs more than you do, and, best of all, I don't have to fear you falling for her because she is your sister."

"But-but, Pacifica, I can't do it with my sister!" Dipper was outraged.

"And I never asked you to. The only one you'll be doing is me, preferably while I do her." Having used the logic card, Pacifica put on her best smile in an attempt to convince her boyfriend. He, after all, liked to blindly follow logic. "Isn't that fine?"

"…Pacifica, please don't ask me to do this." Dipper's voice cracked and he broke eye contact. "Even if we don't directly do it, I don't think I'd be able to see Mabel in the same way ever again if we had a threesome. She's my twin sister. I don't want to risk losing the way I see her…"

"…Okay." Pacifica sighed. Dipper had taken it worse than she had expected, so she stroked his cheek affectionately. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't think this through. Let's forget about this idea until someone appropriate shows up."

"Actually…" The boy cleared his throat. "If it is so important to you that you'd put it at the top of the list, why don't you do it with Mabel? Alone? I wouldn't have a problem with it if it's Mabel and a one-night stand."

"Hmm…"

Pacifica felt like he had just used the logic card back at her, and indeed that was a solution to the issue. However, the wealthy heiress was as prideful as she was cautious, and she could not help but think that if she took that opportunity, in the future Dipper could demand payback in the same terms, and after having shown that much interest in the redhead lumberjane, this was a weakness Pacifica would rather avoid.

"No, it's fine." She shrugged. "I'll just ask you to be more tolerant with the other options, since they do not involve your sister."

"I can do that. What's in the second place?"

"I really hope you've got nothing against roleplay. I was thinking that for this upcoming Pioneer's Day, we could…"

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A/N (sorry for the kilometric footnote):

Posting this chapter 20 million years late. What a couple years, eh? I think the most remarkable things that happened to me that I'm comfortably disclosing were that, like an idiot, I gave myself a concussion when jumping into bed, bouncing off and then slamming against the wall, and that I also got covid. I was given an appointment to have the very amusingly terrified nurse search for gold in the depths of my nose, a whooping 15 days later (yay public healthcare!), but I'm young and healthy so I got it beat after around 4 days of fever. Still tested positive though, but the second nose-digging another 15 days later came negative. So I'm immortal now or something like that.

I've given a lot of thought to this story, especially after launching the preteen counterpart where Wendy is in the lewds, and I'm going to change the arcs I'm doing here, because some fit the preteen story better. Therefore, the list now is a threesome arc next, two chapters total, an anal arc after that, two chapters total, a standalone gangbang chapter, and a standalone pregnancy chapter set a few years into the future. A total of 6 chapters left, unless I consider a chapter is getting too long, in which case I'd split it into two. This one, for example, got massively long with 31 pages, and I should've split it into 3, but the camping trip had lasted long enough, so all posted in one chapter. Anyway, what I'm saying in this paragraph is that the information you see in the Index chapter is not accurate anymore with regards to upcoming arcs.

Before I get asked, yes, the threesome arc is with Mabel, and of course there will be incest after a bit of convincing. However, that does not mean that after that arc, all other chapters are threesomes. I thought that such approach is much better suited for the preteen story, where it would actually be foursomes, and I came up with a nice idea to add and explore the incest theme much better than here, too. So in this story the threesome is only going to be an one-time thing, with maybe gags about it in the chapters taking place afterwards. Of course Mabel will still be tagging along for comedic relief and "lucky pervert" kind of scenes.

Up next, in theory I should do another installment of the preteen fic, but oof that's a very long one too, equivalent to 3 chapters if I calculated it right. Dipper has Wendy and Pacifica for the night, and he wants to do both until he passes out, so that's a lot of writing. Mainly because I refuse to do the awful lazy writing like "and then they did missionary sex, and then they did cowgirl sex, and then he came in her mouth", because that's a terrible narration. I refuse to ruin narration like that, and I prefer to describe in detail each act, so it'll be big as usual, and consequently maaaaaaybe I do the first chapter of the threesome arc for this story first. No deadlines, though; they always jinx me.

Oh, and as always, go and check Bawdy Falls from Incognitymous at his blogspot. You can google "incognitymous blogspot" and it should be the first result. That's where the official release goes, and where he sees how much interest is in it (blogspot registers the number of views) so support him there and only there, since everything he does gets released for free after a 10 week delay on that very blogspot. It should be about to finish the Wendy arc right now. In fact, go nag the heck out of Incog to make more GF stuff. He also keeps count of the number of people asking when it comes to doing polls for stuff.

Also, also, maaaaybe by next year I have a bit of a surprise. I was doing a collab project with an artist, but he finished his master degree and replaced his boss in the company, and oof that boss was sucking at it so now he is drowning in work and so the project, and his drawing schedule basically, got thrown into the trash can. That's also in the public healthcare sector, the irony. But now I got contacted by another artist that he is interested in the same project, but he's finishing a comic first, so we'll see what happens.

Trivia:

· The cow in the ranch is actually named Mooble. This comes from a joke I have with an artist about every time we see some Mabel art with massive breasts.

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Piled up guest reviews:

Limes: Mabel basically did like in the montage of The Last Mabelcorn episode where she was thinking she was doing good, but it was kind of backfiring, and seriously-seriously affecting her when she realized she was accidentally being bad.

Guest 02/13/19: I'm glad you're enjoying both this and the preteen story. As to the frequency of the updates, every time I say a date, I get jinxed, so I'd rather not. I'm trying now saying a chapter count to see what happens.

Guest 02/15/19: Don't worry, I will certainly not get burnt out about these characters. Especially when every new cartoon they release nowadays sucks soooo bad.

Guest 02/23/19: Around 15 seconds ago, give or take 15 seconds.

Smiling Lemon: It seems it was cervix-deep, or married with children deep, depending on what you meant.

Guest 04/10/19: I read them 30 minutes before updating, so that the PM replies work as a notification like, hey the new chapter is up, and also to see if maybe I'm reminded of something I had to add but didn't.

W: I can only take that as a failure on my part. The purpose of the story is to be entertaining through humor, and to cause sexual arousal. It is only having 50% of the supposed effect on you!

William: Of course. Can't just abandon the story with Dipper balls deep into trouble.

Jigglypuff: Glad you like it. I certainly am proud of it.

A fan: No, it was started on 2016. The last post was on 2019. My procrastination was 2 years long, not 5. Ugh, jinxed now.

Guest 01/16/20: Never! Well, I guess that when it's finished.

Guest 04/20/20: Thanks, I put a lot of effort into it.

Guest 06/20/20: No, Dipper's finger was clean.

Any human: The review is plenty to me.

Ed: Nobody got pregnant or other STDs, so I'd say they certainly did well.

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