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Little Blonde Monster	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 32494 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb or its characters. I made no money by writing this story. I am not wearing pants as I write this disclaimer. (Oooh, sorry, TMI.)

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Little Blonde Monster
by George Glass
Summary: Suzy Johnson—beloved little sister, adorable scamp, and raging psychopath. Take a walk through her twisted mind as she lusts after her big brother and formulates a plan to solve her “Candace problem” once and for all. (bestiality, incest, loli, molestation, oral, rape, teen, f/M, M/F)
Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb or its characters. I made no money by writing this story. I am not wearing pants as I write this disclaimer. (Oooh, sorry, TMI.)
Note: In case the summary and tags don't make it clear, be aware that this story has a far darker tone than any of my previous P&F stories. If you didn't look at the tags, please take a glance at them before reading on.
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Chapter 1 (of 3)
Little Suzy Johnson loved thunderstorms.
It wasn’t merely the way the lightning would stab down from the sky like a dagger, or how the boom of the thunder would rattle the frame of the house like the voice of a god. She enjoyed these things, to be sure, but the main reason she loved thunderstorms was that they gave her a perfect opportunity to sleep in Jeremy’s bed. On stormy nights like this one, all she had to do was toddle into his room in her little pink nightgown, her teddy bear clutched in her arms, and look up at Jeremy with her big, blue, liquid eyes.
“Jeremy,” she said in a tiny, pleading voice, “I’m scared. Can I PLEEEEEASE sleep in your bed wif you?” She was always careful to include just enough cute-speech-impediment to be adorable yet believable.
“Sure you can,” he said sleepily, pulling back the covers and scooting sideways on the bed to make room for her.
“Oh, thank you, big brother!” she cried with aching gratitude, as if he had just saved her from some ravenous nightmare-monster.
She eagerly climbed into the bed and cuddled up to Jeremy with her usual practiced innocence. On the pretense of snuggling closer, she put her little round ass right up against his crotch as she shifted and wriggled.
This was also her usual practice. Through the covers, Jeremy couldn’t see her small hand hike up her nightgown, or that she wore no panties underneath—measures she took to ensure that there would be nothing between his genitals and hers but the thin flannel of his pajama bottoms. That way, she could fully enjoy the sensation when the movement and pressure of her squirming bottom against his cock elicited even the slightest involuntary stiffening of his member.
As always, she had to fight the urge to reach back and grasp his cock; to rub it to full, beautiful tumescence; and to put the head between the lips of her bald, bare child-pussy and thrust her ass back to force him inside her.
That day would come, but not yet. For now, this was as far as she dared go, and the unbidden erections she could give Jeremy on these special nights would have to be reward enough. She took them as a sign that she was beginning to overcome the barriers in Jeremy’s mind that made him see her only as a sister and a child.
Suzy had spent a lot of time on her mother’s tablet computer, learning. Once she figured out how to bypass the ridiculously unsophisticated nanny software her mother had installed, a whole world of knowledge had opened up to her. She learned that there were strong societal taboos against romantic love or sex between family members, especially if a large age difference was involved. And yet, at the same time, the internet swarmed with people whose greatest wish seemed to be to break these rules, to engage in every type of sexual activity with mothers, fathers, siblings, and children.
Clearly, then, the taboos were arbitrary. It was not a surprising revelation; in Suzy’s experience, almost all of society’s rules fell into that category. But it would take time to make Jeremy see how absurd they were, and how much happier he would be if he could free himself of them and realize that his perfect mate—the girl he was destined to be with—wasn’t some vapid redheaded teenager but the girl who had been living with him her whole life.
Suzy knew something that she hadn’t gotten from any website, book, or other source outside of herself: She knew that she and Jeremy were meant to be together. She felt the truth of it every time he smiled at her, or carried her on his shoulders, or called her his favorite girl. He belonged to her, even if he wasn’t fully conscious of that fact yet.
Making him conscious of it would take time, of course, and immense patience. Patience wasn’t exactly Suzy’s strong suit, but she had found a way to make the waiting bearable.
After she forced herself to stop rubbing her ass against her big brother’s crotch, she lay still and said in her sweetest, most childlike tone, “G’night, Jeremy.”
“Good night, Suzy,” he whispered.
Then, as always, she lay there, still and silent, listening to his breathing gradually slow and deepen as he drifted off to sleep.
She had discovered that Jeremy was a very sound sleeper. Once he was fully unconscious, she could do nearly anything to him, short of causing him pain, without waking him up. So the moment his breathing became slow and deep, she did not hesitate to reach into his pajama bottoms and take hold of his cock.
Her little fingers could barely wrap around it, but having had many nights of practice, Suzy could massage it to full hardness in a matter of moments. Then she gazed at it in the dim light that seeped in around the window shades. It seemed magnificently long and thick, and its head was perfectly round. Every time she looked at it, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like the first time he pushed it into her tiny body.
She loved his cock. In fact, she often felt as though she were IN love with it, even though she knew that romantic love was a ridiculous notion. But it represented so much to her. It was what he would use to give her night after night of fierce, sweating, screaming pleasure. It was what he would use to seed her womb and make beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed babies with her. Most importantly, it was the part of him that would make him hers.
She almost shook with lust as she imagined their future together. Some nights, she would assert her control, making him lick her pussy and asshole as she slowly masturbated him, keeping him balanced on the brink of orgasm. Other nights, she would arouse him until he threw himself on her and fucked her savagely, in every position and every hole, until she was hoarse from screaming with ecstasy.
God, she wanted to mount him. It would be so easy to climb on top of her sleeping brother, put the head of that gorgeous pole against her special hole, and just force herself down. Never mind how big his cock was compared to her prepubescent pussy; it was meant to be inside her, and she would MAKE it fit if she had to.
But this was not an option. There was no way she could do it without waking Jeremy up, because although he could sleep through a lot, she doubted he could sleep through the rough bouncing of his little sister on his hips as she forced him into her again and again, and he certainly wouldn’t be able to sleep through what would surely be an ear-splitting orgasmic scream. And then how would she explain why she was on top of him, with his cock deep inside her and her hymenal blood on his thighs? The consequences would be numerous and disastrous.
Besides, did she really want her first time with Jeremy to involve raping his unconscious body in the dark of night? No—when they mated for the first of the many, many times she anticipated, she wanted him to be an active, eager participant, fully in the thrall of his male instincts to fuck and breed and impregnate. That was what made men beautiful: that savage need, always so close to the surface, impatient and raw, ready to break free the moment any female expressed the slightest receptivity. God, she almost couldn't bear the thought of waiting even one more day for Jeremy to be ready, when she would have only to smile at him provocatively and maybe show him a little bare ass under her skirt to make him take her, fucking her against a wall or on the couch or in her own small bed until he released a copious load of his male seed inside her.
Through all of these thoughts, she never stopped stroking his beautiful cock. Now she gazed at it, aching to have it inside her, when it occurred to her that there was ONE way to make that happen right now, even if it wasn't exactly what she had had in mind. She could put it in her mouth.
Once the thought was in her head, there was no banishing it. She moved her small hand down to the base of his sweet babymaker and kissed the head.
It was funny: When she fantasized about kissing Jeremy's lips, her thoughts were of heat and passion and open mouths and tongues and hands gripping her ass and the feel of his erect cock pressed against her body. But as she kissed his cock, she felt the need to do so gently and sweetly.
She opened her mouth, took his cockhead partway in, and lovingly caressed it with her tongue. Jeremy moaned faintly in his sleep, and Suzy felt a thrill of excitement shoot through her body, jumping from her nipples down through her belly and into her cunt and clit and asshole, lighting them up. God, there was nothing she didn't want to do with this boy, this almost-man.
She opened her mouth wider, having to strain a bit because of his girth (her cunt thrilled at the thought of it), and took the rest of his cockhead into her mouth. Her tongue made one long, luxuriously slow lap around it, and then she moved her head downward and took him deeper into her mouth until the end of his cock touched the back of her throat.
She'd never previously considered learning how to deep-throat a boy's cock; she had always thought of that as something inferior girls did to get their boyfriends to buy them things and not sleep around. But THIS cock, JEREMY’S cock...it was like she couldn't get enough of it into her mouth. She wanted to swallow it, swallow HIM, and keep him inside her forever and ever.
She forced her head down, her natural urge to gag overcome by her unstoppable desire to eat her brother alive, to swallow him and own him and make him a part of her. His girth widened her throat to its limit as the head went down, deeper and deeper. She rubbed her clit as she spoke silently to her unconscious lover.
Oh, Jeremy, if only you knew. Your cock is down your baby sister's throat, and now no other girl can ever be the first to do this to you. If you woke up right now, what would you do? Would you try to stop me, to pull out of my throat? I'd never let you; I'd latch on to you and suck and suck until you begged me to keep going, to please let you cum, to please please please swallow all your seed.
Or would you take control? Would you grab me by my pigtails and fuck my throat hard and refuse to stop for even a second until you had shot your huge, thick load straight into my tummy? And then, after you pulled out and watched me gasp and cough, would you turn me onto all fours and take my other virginities, too? I'd be yours forever then. And you would be mine.
She was nearly there; her little pug nose was no more than an inch from where the golden curls of Jeremy's pubic hair took root in his skin. She felt like the entire length of her throat had been stretched to twice its normal diameter to accommodate her brother's thickness. Still rubbing her clit, she put her other hand to her neck and actually felt it bulging, and the next thing she knew she was unleashing a muffled, gurgling scream around her brother's cock and clamping her little legs around his thigh as she came and came.
That ecstatic distraction did not make her forget her goal, however. Pushing down hard with her neck and back and swallowing continuously, she forced that last inch of thick, beautiful Jeremy-cock down her throat. The feeling of triumph was indescribable; she was suddenly glad she could not speak, or she would have been tempted to shout it from the rooftop: I took every inch of Jeremy into my body! I did what no one else has EVER done for him!
But as magnificent as this accomplishment was, her work was not finished. Gingerly, she began to bob her head, her lips moving no more than half an inch up or down his shaft on each stroke. She felt a bit lightheaded, and she didn't know whether to blame oxygen deprivation or her recent orgasm or both, but it somehow added to the pleasure of the act.
Gently, she cupped Jeremy's balls in her hand. They seemed so fragile, but so very important. Each of their future children would owe half its existence to these little orbs.
She pushed her mouth all the way down again and pushed out her tongue to caress those precious balls—awkwardly, but with something approaching love, or even reverence. She vowed that on some other night, when Jeremy was as fast asleep as he was now, she would spend some quality time with his balls: touching them, holding them, licking them, even taking them gently into her mouth to massage them all over with her lips and cheeks and tongue.
This didn't mean that she had no plans to pay homage to his balls tonight, however. Quite the contrary.
She resumed her head-bobbing, increasing her range of motion to a full inch. She could only imagine the sensations Jeremy must be feeling, albeit unconsciously, as every ring of muscle in her throat massaged and masturbated and milked his cock. She loved lavishing her attentions on it like this; the only thing that would make her love it more would be to hear his moans of pleasure and feel his hands gripping her head with passionate strength.
Again, she increased the range of her motion; now, a full two inches of cock went in and out of her mouth with every stroke.
Despite being fully asleep, Jeremy moaned softly. Excited, Suzy increased her speed, bobbing and sucking and swallowing to maximize her lover’s pleasure.
Finally, with a loud gasp, he came, bucking his hips convulsively and shooting what felt like half a cup of come down Suzy’s throat.
Yes, Jeremy, yes, Suzy thought. See what your sister-lover can do for you? See how wonderful she can make you feel?
Then, as his body stilled and she released his cock from her throat, her mouth, her lips, letting it fall wet and semi-erect onto his thighs, she heard him moan again.
"Oh, Candace…"
Her lust turned instantly to rage, and it took every last ounce of her self-control to keep from screaming at him. Her knuckles whitened, and her blue eyes were like ice as she clenched her tiny fists and shrieked at him inside her head.
Don't you DARE give Candace credit for that! I sucked your cock! I made you cum! I swallowed every single drop of your semen because I want you so much! Not Candace! ME!
It took a long time for Suzy to fall asleep after that. Her mind crawled with visions of the terrible things she wanted to do to Candace Flynn. She could take comfort only in the knowledge that she was far cleverer than the irritating redhead, and that she knew that with sufficient time, she could come up with a truly agonizing and humiliating way to deal with that skinny bitch once and for all.
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Suzy was already awake when Jeremy first stirred, but she kept her eyes closed and feigned sleep as she remained snuggled up to her big brother. Underneath the covers, her nightgown's hem was still raised well above her waist, and her little bare ass pressed against his crotch so that his flannel-sheathed morning wood was nestled between her buns. The feeling was exquisite; she felt herself getting wet as she imagined him pulling down his pajama bottoms and thrusting that gloriously hard cock right up her tiny, tight asshole. She wouldn't even care if it hurt; she just wanted him inside her, and more importantly, to WANT to be inside her. Which hole he chose was almost beside the point. (Until the time came for him to start making babies in her, at least.)
He mumbled something incomprehensible and, wonderfully, his arm went around her, his fingertips grazing her steel-hard, sensitive nipples—first one, then the other—through her thin nightgown as his hand crossed her chest and burrowed under her side, holding her firmly against him. It was the perfect gesture: brotherly, loving, protective, and deeply erotic. Almost against her will, Suzy's ass began making tiny back-and-forth motions against Jeremy's hard cock.
Please, big brother, she begged silently. Please fuck your baby sister. I care for you more than anyone else ever will. You're so close; it would be so easy to put yourself inside me, penetrate me, fuck me, love me deep, deep inside. Can't you feel how hard you are? Your body knows what you want, what you need, even if your mind doesn't. Please, lover, forget flowers and fairy-tale romance and that stupid, stupid Candace. Forget what other people say you should want. You know what you really want: to take hold of my little body and spread me open wide and fuck and fuck and FUCK your baby sister, your true lover, your favorite girl.
And then his arm released her, and her brother yawned and stretched even as he shifted his pelvis back, breaking their contact. She rolled over on her back, pretending to wake up, and opened her big blue eyes.
"Morning, kiddo," Jeremy said sleepily. "You been here all night?"
"Uh-huh," Suzy replied, careful to use her sweetest little-girl voice. "You saved me from the thunder."
He ruffled her blond curls, smiling. "Thunder can't actually hurt you, you know."
She gave him a pouty, dubious look, then hugged him tight.
"Not when my big brother's here!"
"Okay, okay. Now you've gotta let me up so I can get to the bathroom."
"O-kaaaaay," she said, her big eyes downcast. "But kin I stay in your bed a little longer?"
"Sure, cutie."
He slid out of the bed, facing away from her—no doubt trying to conceal the huge protrusion in his PJ bottoms. A pang of frustration went through her; a mere moment ago, that erect cock had been so close to her, so ready to penetrate her, and now he wouldn't even let her see it.
She was ashamed—not of what she'd done, of course, but of how she had begged and pleaded, even if it was just in her own mind. SHE was the one in control. SHE would make Jeremy love her and fuck her and marry her and make babies in her. No one else would do that. Certainly not Candace Flynn.
She put those thoughts out of her mind. There would be time for anger and retribution later. Right now, she needed to use the limited window of opportunity she had.
She scootched herself sideways into the spot Jeremy had just left. The mattress and covers were warm from his body heat, and when she pulled the sheet and blanket up to her face and breathed deeply, her head filled with his masculine scent.
With her body fully beneath the covers, she pulled the hem of her nightgown up to her neck, letting the Jeremy-warmed sheets rest on her naked skin. She spread her legs as she imagined him on top of her, his slim teenage-boy hips between her small, bare thighs, his beautiful blue eyes fixed on hers as he penetrated her.
She pulled Jeremy's pillow—so warm and full of his scent—over her face and used her hands to force as much of it as she could into her mouth. Then she began to rub her clit with one hand as she fingered her vaginal and anal entrances simultaneously with the other, imagining that, somehow, it was her beautiful brother's cock in pushing deeply into all three of her holes.
It wasn't long before the pillow was muffling her screams.
***
When she was finished, Suzy slipped out of Jeremy’s bed and returned to her own room to dress…and to think. Especially about Jeremy’s blissful utterance of Candace’s name the night before.
It was now clear to Suzy that the "Candace problem," as she thought of it, was not going to solve itself. That bony marionette of a girl had somehow gotten her hooks firmly into Jeremy. Perhaps she'd done it by putting out; that was a typical MO for unattractive girls like Candace. And although Jeremy was Suzy's perfect boy, he was still a boy, and therefore could be led around by his dick. It wasn't his fault; that was just the way boys were made.
So the Candace problem had to be dealt with at its source. Suzy briefly considered killing her, but that seemed too extreme—not because Suzy had any serious moral qualms about killing, but because to kill Candace would be to treat her as a serious threat, which she most certainly was not. When you removed an offending pebble from your shoe, you didn't go fetch a sledgehammer and crush it to dust; you threw it into the gutter and kept walking.
No, all Suzy needed to do was make it clear to Candace that the price of continuing her association with Jeremy would be very high. Like a dog that finds itself outmatched in a fight over a bone, Candace would surely back down and slink away in search of a less well-defended prize.
Which gave Suzy an idea...
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