Chapter 9

"What the- Mabel!" was about all that Pacifica could get out before the Pines girl pulled her in close, answering her confusion with a sensual kiss. With a sudden, unexpected show of force, Mabel pulled her new lover into a deep and intense embrace; their tongues probing one another as Mabel's hands explored every inch of the heiress' supple, young body. Pacifica's eyes rolled back in unimaginable bliss as Mabel began to blaze a trail of kisses down her neck.

"Ohhhhh, Mabel! Please . . . don't stop!" Pacifica moaned between breaths as she wrapped her arms around her friend, holding on for dear life.

"Hmm . . . Whatever you say, Pacifica," Mabel said with a grin, "but I should warn you, I'm not going to hold back anymore!"

Every inch of Pacifica's body tingled with excitement as the Pines girl ran her fingers behind her back and attempted to unhook Pacifica's lacy pink bra.

Unfortunately . . .

"Darn it! This stupid . . . why is this so much harder to do when you're facing this way?" Mabel shouted as she fumbled, trying to remove the Northwest girl's underwear. Finally, the Pines girl perked her head up and turned towards her brother, standing dumbfounded by the bed. "Dipper!" She scoffed, "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come help?"

Dipper was frozen in surprise by the erotic display being acted out before him; Mabel, his own sister, was straddling Pacifica Northwest, trying desperately to tear the poor girl's clothes off. Dipper jumped between a wide array of emotions; concern, jealousy, but most of all, unimaginable arousal, and not just for Pacifica. It was all a bit too much for the young man who, just moments ago, was ready to burst out of the room in order to protect his sister from Pacifica. Now, it seemed Pacifica was the one who needed protection from Mabel.

"Wait, Mabel!" Dipper cried. "Don't you think you're moving a little too fast? I mean, let's just calm down. Maybe take things a little-"

"Dipper," Mabel turned to face her brother, her hands still clutching Pacifica by a bra strap. "I know this may seem a little . . . awkward, but remember; we've both been pining, no pun intended, after Pacifica for the better part of a year, right? Well, now she's given us the green light, haven't you, Pacifica?"

Pacifica nodded, glassy eyed, lost in a sea of endorphins.

"And you did say that you didn't mind sharing, right?

"Well . . . yeah, I did say that."

"Great! So, are you going to just stand there, or are you going to help me get this bra off?"

Dipper thought about it for a second. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever. He loved Pacifica, truly, intensely, from the bottom of his heart, and she loved him . . . and Mabel, which was totally okay, as crazy as that sounds. Still, this was all moving so fast. Was he really ready to jump into bed with both women, especially when one of them happened to be his own sister?

. . .

"Oh . . . what the hell! I'm in."

He rushed over to the bed, sat himself down behind Pacifica, and began to tear at the blonde girl's bra. With a quick fling from Mabel, the garment was halfway across the room, and Pacifica's young and very perky body was suddenly on display to the Pines siblings.

"Wow!" Mabel exclaimed as she stared at her friend's beautiful breasts, reaching her hands up from the waist-side to touch the soft, silky, alabaster globes, gently taking one into her palm and squeezing as Pacifica gasped.

"Ohhhh! Mabel . . . harder!"

It wasn't long before Mabel became more daring, craning her head down and placing Pacifica's left nipple between her lips. Pacifica body went limp as Dipper, still seated behind the young heiress, reached around forward and began fondling her right breast, squeezing softly while his thumb and forefinger went to work on the Northwest girl's exposed nipple, all the while gently nibbling at her neck.

"I can't believe this is happening." Dipper whispered in between kisses, stopping only to remove his shirt, exposing his bare chest.

"I know right! This feels amazing!" Mabel exclaimed as she flung her brightly colored sweater over her head, revealing a rainbow patterned bra. "How about you, Pacifica?"

"Oh God! Oh God! So good! Please, Please . . ." Pacifica panted, her nipples now fully erect from the siblings' tender caress. ". . . keep going. More! I need more!"

"Hmm, I think she likes it, brother. Mabel smirked between licks, "What should we do next?"

Dipper paused. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. Still, he was a bit nervous to just say it like this. Especially in front of his sister.

"Well, I have an idea, but . . ." Dipper took a deep breath. "we're going to have to get her pants off."

"Oooo, I like the way you think, big bro!" Mabel smirked.

"While we're at it, I think we better all strip down."