Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R
Summary: Phoebe always has preferred girl toys to boy toys.
Warnings: Slash, Incest, Established Relationship, Threesome, Hints of Orgy, Drabble
Word Count: 300
Date Written: 27 January, 2011
Disclaimer: Phoebe, Piper, and Prue Halliwell, the Charmed Ones, all other characters mentioned within, and Charmed are & TM Spelling Entertainment, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: Phoebe's actually my least favorite of the sisters, and I really can't see all three of them piled up together. Yet this story just wouldn't leave me alone and demanded to be written.
"Have you ever done it in a balloon?"
The soft, gently teasing male voice stopped Phoebe in her tracks. She turned slowly, a seductive sway to her agile body, and her chin came to stop right before her bared shoulder. Her full, red lips parted as she answered, "No." Then she grinned widely and winked. "But I'm always up for new experiences."
A joyful smile burst across Leo's face, and he glanced over his flannel-clad shoulder to the waiting hot air balloon. "SHE SAID YES, BOYS!" he shouted, springing a chorus of excited whoops throughout the basket.
Phoebe's smile grew as she let Leo take her hand and start leading her to where his friends waited. Cole, Andy, Dan, Billy, and even a few hunks whose names she couldn't have remembered if she'd tried were all waiting for her, and yet something was amiss. She looked up as she heard her sisters moaning, and Phoebe's dream broke.
Phoebe glanced around, her big, brown eyes blinking in sleepy wariness. The balloon was gone, and with it, the bright Spring day. She was in her own bed, but she most certainly wasn't alone. Her beauteous smile filled her face. In a family like hers, she was never really alone!
"Phoebe . . . " Piper half-moaned, half-whispered, "what's wrong?"
"Yeah, sis," Prue teased, blowing her ebony bangs out of her face, "if you wanted more, all you had to do was ask." She laughed, and Piper joined in her laughter as, together, they pounced Phoebe in a flurry of naked limbs and passionate kisses.
Phoebe laid back, forgetting the strange dream and relishing the moment. Grinning, and with stars dancing in her eyes, the youngest Halliwell thought to herself that boy toys might be fun, but girl toys would always be her favorites by far.
The End