Phineas' P.O.V.

I woke up on Ferb's chest. My back hurt like no fucking next hour, even if that didn't make sense. I yawned and looked up to see Ferb looking down at me with love plastered all over his face. And his neck. Can't forget his neck. I smiled lazily and leaned up to kiss his lips.

"Good morning, star shine," I greeted tauntingly. He laughed and kissed the top of my bed head.

"Good morning to you, Mr. Fuck-Me-Like-There's-No-Tomorrow." I blushed and gave him a playful hit on his left forearm. I moved to get off of him, but he tightened his grip on me.

"Can't we stay like this for a few more minutes?" He begged. I smiled and laid my head back into his chest. I sighed, content. He did the same. About fifteen seconds later, I was squirming out of his grip.

"Hey!" He whined. I stuck my tongue out at him from the doorway and went to my room. I gathered items (such as clothes) to get ready for my shower I so desperately needed.

I turned on the shower and got ready to hop in. When I got under the warm water, I could only smile. Without my knowledge, Ferb had snuck into the bathroom. I was wiping off some of my dried up cum on my stomach when I felt someone hug me from behind. I squeaked, but relaxed into the touch when Ferb giggled. Yes, Ferb GIGGLES. Shut the fuck up.

"Need some help?" He asked gently. I nodded into his chest. Soon enough, he was lathering soap into my hair and scrubbing for me. When that was done, I scrubbed some into his hair. It was cherry scented. Mmmm… I may not enjoy eating cherries, but I ADORE the smell. Strawberry was too overdone. He was crouching down the whole time I was washing him, so he looked incredibly hilarious.

"When we finished washing each others' bodies (NO SEX, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, YOU DIRTY PERVERT), we went out to pick up some food. We ended up going to this new café down the street from the campus. Cinnamon rolls and coffee (mine loaded with artificial sweetener, of course.) were a great combination. We sat and talked about what was going to happen this year. Somehow we ended up talking about how we came to terms with our love.

"So, you've been in love with me for about…" Ferb started counting in his head. "… six years now?" I nodded, a little ashamed that it'd really been that long. I blushed when he laughed a little.

"Well, considering I've been in love with you for seven, I can't judge you." I stared at him in shock. Really? Seven years? Wow… We were REALLY oblivious to each others' love…

"So I take it that we're way more than just "step-brothers"?" I air quoted step-brothers for a reason. Shut up. He nodded. Oh yeah…