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Dark Dreams, Forbidden Fantasies	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 27128 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb or its characters. I made no money from writing this story.

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Chapter 2

She was in her bedroom, standing just inside the door. Everything looked the way it always did—her walls and bedding all in pinks and purples, her desk/vanity arrayed with tubes and bottles, her dolls and stuffed animals carefully arranged in a way that suggested casual nostalgia and not childish attachment.

One thing was very different, though: On her bed lay Phineas, reclining on his side, one arm propping up his head.

This was odd in at least two ways. First, her brothers virtually never came into her room, per her often-stated preference. And second, instead of his usual striped shirt and blue shorts, the boy was wearing a sort of elegant bathrobe that was the same blue as the shorts he usually wore.

“Hi, Candace,” the boy said, smiling.

“Phineas? What are you doing in my room? And why are you dressed like that? Wait, is this a dream?”

“Well, that guy thinks so,” Phineas replied, pointing at the window.

Candace looked out and saw that the back yard had somehow become the street in front of the house. And if that hadn’t been enough to convince her that this was indeed a dream, on the street was a zebra in a red convertible.

“Buckle up, Kevin!” the zebra shouted, then drove off.

“Oh, brother,” Candace sighed, making Phineas smile.

“Come have a seat,” the boy said, patting a spot on the bed.

There was no reason not to, so Candace sat down on the bed next to her brother.

“Fun day at the beach today, huh?” the boy said.

“Um, yeah, it was a blast,” Candace said awkwardly.

“What was your favorite-” he subtly thrust his hips forward “-part?”

“It, uh, it was...handing out flyers with Jenny.”

Even as Candace cringed inwardly at the lameness of her lie, Phineas said, “Candace, this is your dream. There’s no point in not telling the truth, because you can’t fool yourself.”

Candace paled for a moment, then brightened.

“Then you’re not really here!” she cried. “Which of course you’re not, because it’s my dream, and you’re acting all weird instead of just being annoying.”

“Actually,” Phineas said, “I am here, sort of. I mean, you’re blocking out part of me, so your mind is filling in the rest.”

“How could even part of you be here?”

“Beats me. All I know is, I’m partly me, but I’m also partly you, because this is the part of me that a part of you secretly wants to see. And in the dream I’m having right now, there’s a Candace who’s part me and part you.”

“Whaaaaa?” Candace asked.

***

Phineas was surprised to find Candace sitting cross-legged on his liferaft-bed. But he was even more surprised by her choice of outfit. Instead of her usual sleeveless red shirt, she had on a red tube top that was only about six inches from top to bottom, leaving most of her torso bare. And her white skirt was much shorter than usual, coming less than halfway down her thigh.

“Hey, there, Phineas,” Candace said, uncrossing her legs and leaning back on her hands. The soles of her bare feet slid apart and her knees bent upward, showing Phineas several square inches of pink panty beneath Candace’s short white skirt.

“Um, hi, Candace,” the boy said, trying not to look. “What- What are you doing here?”

In a tone of mock innocence, the teen replied, “I just came to see my little brother.” Then, smiling wolfishly, she added, “Because I really like seeing him.”

Thrown, Phineas stammered, “If- If this is about the beach today, I…I didn’t mean to…to…”

“I know,” Candace said, reaching out a hand to smooth her brother’s hair. “It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t plan to show me your naked body, any more than I planned to show you my bare ass.” Then, simultaneously leaning toward him and pulling him closer, Candace half-whispered in his ear. “But you’re glad you did.”

“I- No, I, I don’t- I mean, I’m not-”

“You were thinking about it in bed tonight, weren’t you?” she said, and it was clearly not a question. “Remembering how my ass looked…then remembering the look on my face when I saw you, when I saw it. You were wondering if I liked it, and you were hoping that I did.”

She put her arms around him, and Phineas could smell that combination of skin lotion, fabric softener, and warm skin that collectively made up the scent of Candace. That was when he realized it—that somehow, in some way, this was Candace. She was really here, sort of, in his dream.

“I’ll bet,” she said softly, “that while you were thinking about me looking at it, you were touching it…maybe even stroking it…”

Phineas had no words. Even when Candace pulled him fully onto the bed with her.

“It’s no big deal, Phineas,” the girl said. “So you’re a little bit of an exhibitionist. There’s nothing wrong with that—I am, too. Don’t you think there might have been some part of me that wanted you to see my ass? That maybe even wanted you to see…more?”

Phineas was now on his knees on the bed, in between Candace’s legs, his pointy nose only a foot or so from his sister’s torso. So he had an extremely close-up view when Candace pulled up her tube top by a few inches, showing her brother her puffy, pale-pink nipples. Phineas’ mouth fell open.

“See?” she said, smiling. “I like showing you my body. The same way you liked showing me yours.”

Then, shifting closer so that her erect nipples were almost touching Phineas’ face, she leaned down and said in a warm whisper, “So why don’t you?”

Phineas swallowed.

***

Candace was rather fuzzy on when and how Phineas had gotten behind her and started rubbing her back and shoulders. She was even fuzzier about why she hadn’t stopped him…and why she still wasn’t stopping him as his hands moved from her back to the sides of her chest.

“Phineas,” she whined, “you…you shouldn’t…”

“Don’t worry, Candace,” her little brother replied, his voice like warm honey. “I just want to make you feel good…I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do...”

“But…but…” she tried to protest, even as his fingers moved fully onto her chest, their rhythmic pressure growing ever more sensuous.

And then he touched her nipple, and the sensation of his fingertip against her erect, intimate flesh was electric.

“I- I’m your sister!” Candace cried. “You’re not supposed to touch me like that!”

“Then why aren’t you stopping me?” Phineas said as his other hand moved to her other hard, aching nipple and began to toy with it. “You’re bigger and stronger than I am. You could pull my hands off your body any time you wanted.”

Phineas’ fingers rubbed and pinched and tugged, making Candace breathe harder. This was so wrong…she wasn’t supposed to let her brother do this…to let him make her feel like this…

“Heck,” Phineas went on, continuing to rub her nipple as his other hand began to move down her stomach, toward her lap, “you could wrestle me down and pin me right here on your bed. Maybe you’d like that: your body on top of mine, straddling me, feeling me squirming between your legs…”

His hand reached the edge of Candace’s skirt and slid beneath it, then down between her thighs to cup the hot mound beneath her soaking-wet panties. Candace gasped but could not speak.

“But you won’t do that,” Phineas said, “because you don’t want to stop me. Because you want more”—he slid his fingers inside her panties—”and more”—his finger found its way between the wet-slick folds of her pussy—”and more,” he finished, pushing his finger inside her.

“Mmmmmhhhhh…” Candace whimpered as pleasure paralyzed her.

***

Phineas didn’t remember taking his shirt off. But obviously he had, at some point, because his bare torso was now pressed against Candace’s as her hands ran sensuously up and down his back.

“Do you know what you’re doing right now?” Candace asked teasingly. “In the real world?”

“I- I’m sleeping,” the wide-eyed boy blurted.

“Uh-huh. You’re in your bed, lying on your back, and your penis is so hard that it’s sticking straight up under your PJs, just aching for some love from your big sister.”

She withdrew one hot hand from his back and placed it on his thigh—which, he realized, was also bare.

“Wouldn’t you like that, Phineas?” she purred, and Phineas suddenly felt hot all over. “If I came into your room late at night, while Ferb was fast asleep, and I just loved you, the way you need your big sister to love you?”

“That- I-” Phineas stammered, “I don’t- I wouldn’t-”

“I could do it with my hands,” she said sweetly, sliding the palm of her hand farther up his thigh. Then she leaned down and whispered, “I could do it with my lips,” her lips just brushing his ear.

Then, with fluid ease, she lifted herself up and moved onto his lap, her long legs wrapping around him.

“Or I could do it with my whole body,” she murmured.

Phineas couldn’t move, or even speak.

“It’s all right, little brother,” Candace said sweetly, smoothing his hair with her hand. “You don’t have to tell me what you need. I already know.”

She began to rock gently on his lap, her hot crotch pressing firmly into his. The sensation was so intense that Phineas felt like he might pass out.

“See?” Candace whispered to him. “Doesn’t it feel nice to be with me this way?”

He tried. “It- It’s- I can’t-”

“I know,” Candace cooed as she continued to rock. “It’s nice, but it’s not enough.”

Phineas could barely admit it to himself, but she was right. What she was doing to him was the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt, but at the same time, it seemed like it was merely a tease for some greater pleasure—one that he couldn’t name but that he nonetheless desperately craved.

Candace, seemingly reading his mind, smiled at him.

“Phineas, sweet baby brother, we don’t have to settle for this,” she said breathily, never stopping her grinding against him. “We could be together. Our bodies could be close and naked and intertwined, like they should be.” Her voice grew husky as she said, “You could be inside me, inside my most private place, pushing into me, moving in me.”

She had named the thing he wanted, made it real in his mind, making his craving for it even more desperate. He needed release, needed it like he had never needed it before.

“All you have to do,” Candace whispered, “is tell me you want it.”

***

He had turned her around somehow, laid her down on her back on the bed. Now he was on top of her, his hips between her parted legs. She gasped as she realized that she was fully naked, and so was he. And she gasped again as she felt something—a fleshy cylinder, hard and hot—against her inner thigh.

“Phineas, we shouldn’t…” she whimpered as the boy’s hardness moved with teasing, agonizing slowness against her bare, soaking-wet slit. “We can’t…We’re…We’re…”

“Candace,” the boy replied gently, continuing to move slowly and deliberately against her, “you can’t keep denying what you really want. Or else this will never end.”

Never end? she thought, suddenly terrified of being trapped here, in this place of wrongness and humiliation and unbearable pleasure that just wasn’t quite enough. To be balanced on this knife-edge of fear and want and need, forever…the very thought of it was the worst torment she could possibly imagine.

“It’s okay, Candace,” Phineas said, his hard shaft grinding infinitesimally more firmly against her wet, open, achingly wanting pussy. “All you have to do…is say that you want it.”

***

“Candace…please…” Phineas begged. “I can’t…I can’t…”

“Yes you can, little brother,” Candace cooed, grinding harder against his painful erection. “Just tell me you want it.”

***

“All you have to do is tell me,” Phineas said, the underside of his shaft now pressed between Candace’s hot, slippery-wet folds, moving up and down against them. “Just tell me that you want it, and you can have it.”

“I can’t,” Candace whined, pleading. “I can’t…Please, I…I…”

***

“Tell me,” Candace whispered. “Tell me you want to be inside me…all the way inside me…just tell me and you’ll be there…inside my body…”

Phineas tried to shake his head, but he couldn’t even muster that much resistance. He just squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the urge to say yes, fighting even as he felt his will to resist cracking like a dam about to burst.

***

“Say it,” Phineas said. “We’re so close…all it would take is one little movement…one shift of my hips, and I’d be inside you…loving you the way you want…All you have to do…is tell me you want it…”

She couldn’t bear it any longer. Not for another minute, not even for another second.

“I…” she whimpered, “I…I-”

***

“I WANT IT!” Phineas cried.

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“I WANT IT!” Candace screamed.

***

His cock plunged inside her, and they cried out together at the sweet agony of penetration.

“Oh, God,” Phineas whimpered as momentary relief gave way to even more painfully powerful need.

“Phineas!” Candace gasped.

The halfway versions of themselves were gone. Now it was the two of them, fully together, fully mated and intertwined.

“Candace,” the boy moaned, starting to thrust inside his sister. “I can’t…I can’t stop…”

All the girl’s desperate brain could process was the last word Phineas said.

“Please!” she cried out. “Please don’t stop!”

They fucked hard against each other, surrendering fully to their needs—not just the needs of cock and cunt, but the accumulated desires of a lifetime together: the buried wishes, the half-suppressed fantasies, the erotic dreams they dared not speak of when they woke. All of it burst free now, forcing its way fully into their minds and bodies, further inflaming their already uncontrollable lust.

Teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut with effort and concentration, Candace and Phineas fucked hard, their bodies a tangle of thrusting hips and grasping hands and flesh slapping against flesh, sweating, straining, begging each other for just a little more pleasure, just enough to get them to the peak they were both desperate to reach.

“Need you…open…wider…” Phineas grunted. “Need to…get…deeper…”

“Deeper,” Candace repeated, spreading her legs as wide as was physically possible. “Deeper! Harder! MORE!”

Phineas fucked his sister as hard as he possibly could, and Candace grabbed his hips and made him fuck her even harder.

“Candace…” the boy moaned, “I’m…I’m getting…I’m gonna…”

“Not…” Candace grunted, “…without…MEEEEE!”

She came, screaming, clutching Phineas hard with her arms and legs as if she were trying to pull him even deeper inside her. And the way her vaginal muscles seized Phineas’ cock had him screaming and squeezing her and cumming inside her harder than he had ever cum in his life.

When it was over, they rolled apart, panting. Only now did Phineas notice that they had somehow moved from his room to Candace’s. A thought flitted through his mind that maybe it was just because her bed was bigger.

They lay there on their backs for more than a minute. Candace, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, was the first to speak.

“Wow.”

“You mean,” Phineas replied, “wow as in ‘Wow, that was amazing,’ or wow as in ‘Wow, we’ve got serious issues’?”

“Yes.”

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