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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 6

“Candace,” Phineas huffed, “that was amazing! Thank you so much for making my fantasy come true.”

“You’re welcome,” Candace said with a sly smile. “It was fun.”

“So what’s your fantasy?” Phineas asked. “I want to make sure you enjoy it just as much as I enjoyed mine.”

Candace’s smile faded.

“Well…,” she said hesitantly, “it’s…weird.”

“C’mon,” Phineas replied. “It can’t be much weirder than mine.”

“Oh, it’s a lot weirder,” Candace said nervously.

“Really? I mean, I can only think of so many things that would be weirder than a guy wanting to do his own sister in the butt.”

“You’d be surprised.”

***

Gretchen, her height augmented by the six-inch heels of her red leather boots, stood astride Buford’s face as the kneeling boy tongued her pink anus through the zippered mouth-hole of his rubber bondage mask.

“Does this please you, Mistress?” Buford asked submissively.

“Shut up and keep licking, whore!” Gretchen barked.

***

Phineas took his sister’s hand.

“Candace, it’s okay,” he said softly. “I don’t care what it is. If it’ll make you happy, then I want to do it. Just tell me.”

The girl stared at the floor for a long moment before she said, “I can’t tell you.”

Sighing, Phineas said, “Candace, we promised-”

“I have to show you.”

Before Phineas’ eyes, Candace began to shrink. The boy quickly realized that she wasn’t merely getting smaller—she was getting younger. Her face took on the roundness of a child’s even as her body grew smaller than Phineas’.

When she was finished, she appeared to be no more than six or seven years old. She wore a child’s version of her purple-and-white pajamas, and in her arms she clutched a pudgy Ducky Momo doll. And now, Phineas realized, they were sitting in a different version of Candace’s bedroom, where pictures of castles and unicorns had yet to give way to posters of pop stars.

This must be what her room looked like when she was little, he thought. I was too young to remember it this way.

“I’ll admit,” Phineas said, “I’m a little surprised. I thought if anything, you’d want to be older.”

Little Candace shook her head.

“Once in a while, at night, I think about you,” Candace said, and the pitch of her voice was as high as a child’s. “I don’t mean to, but I do. I think about what it would be like if you came into my room and...touched me. Everywhere.”

“Okay,” said Phineas. “Well, that’s definitely no weirder than-”

“You don’t understand!” Candace cried, her tone piercing. “Because even just thinking about it makes me feel awful. Like I’m a terrible person!”

“Why?”

“Because I could never, ever let you do that,” she explained. “Even if I wanted you to. Because I’m the older one, and anything you did—anything I let you do—would be my fault. And even if you liked it, and even if Mom and Dad never found out about it, I’d feel awful about it forever and ever.”

Phineas nodded slowly. “But if I were the older one,” he said, “and you were just a little girl, then you wouldn’t have to feel bad. I could do anything to you, and none of it would be your fault, because it would be mine.”

Little Candace nodded silently.

Concentrating, Phineas made himself grow. He became taller, his chest broadening, his arms becoming ropy with muscle, until he looked about sixteen. His pajamas transformed into a T shirt and boxer shorts—what Phineas imagined teenage boys wore to bed.

“Come here,” he said, holding his arms out to little Candace.

She came to him, looking up at his newly matured face with the wide-eyed innocence of a child. Then Phineas, using the strength of his new body, picked up Candace and put her on his lap. He enfolded her in his arms, pulling her small body close to his. Almost immediately, she buried her face in his chest, unable to look at him.

“It’s okay, Candace,” he said, stroking her red hair. “Your big brother’s here. And he loves you.”

Her voice muffled by Phineas’ shirt, little Candace replied, “Love you too, big brother.”

“Feel my big, strong arms around you?” Phineas said, squeezing her gently. “I’m going to keep you right here with me, and give you all the love you deserve.”

“O- okay,” Candace replied.

“You couldn’t get away from me if you wanted to,” Phineas said, and Candace might have found the words unnerving had they not been so suffused with warmth and gentleness. “And if you screamed, or cried, there wouldn’t be anyone to hear you. So anything I do won’t be your fault, can’t be your fault.”

He slid his hand under the hem of her pajama top, moving it up her stomach and toward her chest. Then, gently, his fingers began caressing Candace’s nipples.

“It’s not your fault,” he whispered softly as his hands pleasured her. “I’m taking advantage of you…of my little sister. I’m the bad one, not you.”

Phineas moved one hand downward, under the waistband of Candace’s pajama bottoms and down between her legs. His fingertips found her small clit and began to rub.

“It’s not your fault,” he repeated softly.

“It’s not my fault,” Candace murmured.

He kept rubbing, and Candace moaned—a high-pitched, childlike sound, but deeply sexual nonetheless. Phineas’ teenage-size cock went hard in his pants.

“It doesn’t matter if you like it,” Phineas reassured her. “It’s still all my responsibility. I’m the older one who should know better. I’m the pervert who’s molesting his little sister. You’re just an innocent little girl.”

“Innocent…” Candace murmured, with a note of something like hope.

“I’m a terrible older brother,” Phineas went on as he began to push a finger inside of Candace’s tiny hole. “I’m touching you in a way a good brother never would. And I’m not giving you any choice at all. No one could ever, ever blame you.”

He began fucking her with his finger, eliciting little gasps. His other hand ran all over the upper half of her young body, feeling her under her pajama top.

“And soon,” Phineas continued, “I’m going to do something else to you. And anyone who saw it, anyone in their right mind, would call it rape.”

Candace gasped louder, and Phineas felt her small, thin legs open wider.

“That could never be your fault,” he whispered.

He lifted her up off his lap and put her on her back on the bed. Then he peeled off her PJs, leaving her in just a pair of pink little-girl panties. Candace was nearly panting now, her small chest heaving with excitement.

“I’m about to fuck you, little sister,” Phineas said. “I won’t need to hold you down, because you know you can’t stop me. So it won’t matter if you like it, and it won’t matter if you have an orgasm—or more than one. You still won’t be responsible. You’ll just be an innocent kid whose selfish big brother made her do something no little girl should have to do.”

Looking up at him with huge eyes, Candace said, in her small voice, “I have to do whatever you say?”

Phineas nodded.

“And if I don’t, you’ll hurt me?”

“That’s right. I’ll, um, I’ll hurt you, and then I’ll, I’ll do all the things I was going to do to you anyway. So...there’s no point in not cooperating.”

“Okay,” the little girl replied. Her tone was meek, but Phineas could hear excitement in it.

He pulled Candace’s panties off. Her pussy was little more than a slit now, puffy and bald. But it was very wet.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” Phineas said softly. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Little Candace looked up at her big brother’s face. Said by anyone else, or in any other way, his words would have been terrifying. But here, now, with Phineas, they made her feel deeply loved. Because she knew the words weren’t easy for him to say—there simply wasn’t a cruel bone in Phineas’ body—but he was saying them anyway, just for her.

He pulled her to the edge of the bed. With his strong hands, he held her down by her bare thighs, keeping them open so that Candace’s small body was entirely helpless against its impending penetration.

He looked into her wide-open blue eyes, put his cock at her entrance, and pushed.

“Aaaaaah!” Candace cried in her small voice as Phineas’ teenage length began to penetrate her. But despite the difference in their sizes, there was no pain in the sound. This was a cry of sheer bliss.

***

“Yes...” Phineas breathed as he pushed a good portion of his length into the little girl. “That’s a good girl...now hold still and let big brother fuck you…”

He started pumping her slowly. This scenario might have been Candace’s idea, but Phineas was enjoying it too, his low grunts accompanying Candace’s high-pitched ones.

“That’s it…” Phineas breathed. “Keep taking it...like a good girl...so beautiful...so helpless…”

Candace suddenly shrieked, and for a split second, Phineas was terrified that he had actually hurt her. But looking at her screwed-shut eyes, and judging from the way her small body was clutching him inside and out, he realized that she had just had an orgasm.

Wow, that was fast, he thought.

He didn’t stop fucking her, though. He knew she would want more, and he himself certainly did.

“Scream all you want, Candace,” he said. “I’m not gonna stop.”

***

Candace couldn’t help herself: Despite having just reached orgasm, she was so turned on by her brother’s words that she started thrusting her hips in time with Phineas’.

He was holding her down, and yet she felt free in a way she never had before. She and Phineas were doing the one thing that a brother and sister were never, ever supposed to do, but it wasn’t her fault. She was just a little girl, being made to do this thing by her big, strong older brother. And that gave her the freedom to accept and enjoy it.

Spread me open more, big brother, she thought, acknowledging only in the back of her mind that Phineas could hear these thoughts as clearly as if she had spoken them aloud. Open me wide, and fuck me deep.

Phineas, still holding Candace down by her thighs, pulled them farther apart, forcing the girl’s legs into a full split. For the flexible Candace, this would have been painless even in real life, and here in this dream world, it was deeply arousing. Candace could feel her small, puffy, hairless pussy opening wider, ready for as much cock as Phineas could put into her.

Indeed, he fucked her deeper. Now she could feel every inch of his teenage cock inside her small body, moving within her, pleasuring her with its thickness. Candace gasped, sighed, and moaned as her brother pumped her slowly.

She no longer felt guilty or ashamed. Phineas had taken all of that away, lifted the weight of it from her to bear it himself. She loved him for that, and now, she could love him in the way a part of her had always wanted to: physically, sexually.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him. Almost involuntarily, her vaginal muscles squeezed him, as though she were hugging him inside and out. Then she began working her hips against his thrusts, pushing him into her, increasing the pressure on her immature clitoris, and helping him penetrate her child’s body until she was completely full of him.

“MMMMMMMPH!” she screamed into her brother’s chest as she came again.

***

This time, Phineas didn’t pause or even slow down as Candace clutched him powerfully. He just kept pumping her steadily, the way he knew she would want. He wondered how many times he could make her cum before he could no longer hold back and had to cum himself.

“Sweet…helpless…little…Candace,” Phineas panted. “Big…brother…loves…fucking you…”

“Ahhhhhhhh…,” the tiny girl moaned.

Phineas was surprised at how aroused he was by little Candace’s sounds of pleasure. Was he, in fact, subconsciously attracted to very young girls? Or maybe it was just her high voice. There was something strangely appealing to him about that; he wondered if he knew any high-voiced girls that he might unconsciously be attracted to, like maybe-

Candace moaned again beneath him, driving the thought from his mind and pushing his libido into a higher gear.

“Candace,” he panted, fucking the little girl harder, “I’m gonna…gonna cum…inside you…soon…”

***

Candace whimpered with arousal. Despite having had two orgasms already, she felt another one coming, and she knew it would be bigger than the previous ones. She gripped Phineas hard, as though she were trying to make him fuck her bald child-cunt even deeper than he was.

Yes, cum inside me, Phineas, the girl thought. I want my big brother to cum in me…

“Candace…” the boy gasped, “…little sister…I’m gonna…I’m…AAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

He came, hard, gripping her narrow hips and hilting his cock inside her as he shot his hot teenage load into her. The little girl let out a long, loud, high-pitched scream, and her whole body shuddered and clutched at his as she accepted his cum and came along with him.

They panted together, Phineas holding little Candace close, the little girl wrapping herself around her big brother. Then, as they regained their breath, Candace grew, and Phineas shrank, until they were their real ages and sizes again. But they never let go of each other.

“Thanks…little brother,” Candace murmured into his ear.

“Little or big,” Phineas replied, “I love you, sis.”

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