He couldn't talk at all, his breath was so labored. But as he kept at it, she couldn't talk either. "Phineas, Phineas, Phineas" Isabella moaned over and over as she writhed under the pleasure. He could feel it coming, the release that he longed to have.

"Isabella-" Phineas started to say.

"Inside, inside. I want it all." Isabella commanded.

Doing as he was told, he continued to thrust away, until the moment he released.

"Isabella!" Phineas yelled at the top of his lungs.

Phineas was panting heavily as he shot up out of bed. Phineas tried to control his breathing as he tried to gain awareness of his surroundings. He and Isabella together hadn't happened; in fact he was still in his room, light from the winding shining on his face. Phineas wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was another dream that he had about him and Isabella together. Phineas lifted his covers to check his crotch.

"Shit, not again." Phineas mumbled to himself as he saw the mess he was in. Phineas reached to the table next to him and pulled out a few tissues and began to wipe himself off. As he was, his brother came into the room.

"Morning sleepy head… again?" Ferb asked as he realized what Phineas was doing.

"Yeah, again." Phineas replied throwing the tissues away in the now growing pile in his trash can.

"That's the 2nd time this week isn't it?"

"Third and the 5th time in the past 2 weeks." Phineas corrected, getting out of bed.

"When are you going to talk to Isabella about this?" Ferb questioned, handing Phineas a change of underwear from the basket he was carrying.

"Ask her about what? The fact that I'm having dreams where I'm having sex with her? Tell her that nearly every other day I think, dream, want to simply undress her and pleasure her naked body while we do it? Yeah, that sounds like a great thing to talk about." Phineas said sarcastically, changing out of his dirty boxers into the fresh pair.

"I'm just saying that it might be something you two should be able to talk about. If it wasn't for the fact that I know that you two aren't already fucking each other's brains out, I would have assumed otherwise. You all hang out with each other so much that the other people in our friend group wander how often you do it."

Phineas blushed as he and his brother continued to talk about his situation. "I don't know bro. She is the best thing that has happened to me, and I want to make her happy and stuff. But she has made it very clear that she wants to take the physical things extremely slow, and I admire her for that. But this just putting a strain on me."

"Look, it might not be as awkward as you might think. I mean, me and Addison had a talk about the same sort of things. Yeah, it was awkward at the time, but it eventually made our relationship a little better. We set some ground rules, talked about what were problem areas for us and how we could help each other. We've only done it a couple of times, but taking the time that we did to talk and learn about each other made it much better." Ferb told his story.

Phineas flopped onto his brother's bed. "I don't know Ferb. I'm not terribly oblivious like I was, but I'm still a problem child when it comes to talking to others, even my girlfriend about 'taboo' things. It's just embarrassing."

Ferb shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you. I'm just telling you what I know from my set of experiences. It might be a good idea to talk to Isabella about these things."

"But… I don't know how, or even when I can do that." Phineas was interrupted by his cell phone ringing on the bedside table. On it, a new text message from Isabella.

"What she say?" Ferb asked as Phineas read the message, recognizing the sender due to the custom ringtone.

"She wants me to come swimming today." Phineas answered.

"There you go. You can talk to her today."

"What? No I couldn't do that. It would be so awkward and weird and-"

"The perfect opportunity to talk." Ferb interrupted.

"No." Phineas sat up from the bed. "I'm not going to say anything." Phineas lay back down on the bed. "Would this be different if it wasn't my best non-sibling friend that I have?"

Ferb shrugged. "I don't know, and you aren't apparently going to listen to me. So anyway, have fun at Isabella's. Just text mom and tell her you'll be over there.

(*)(*)

A few hours later, Phineas and Isabella were sitting poolside, chatting and enjoying each other's company. Phineas sighed as he let the sun bake his skin. The light was bright and warm but it wasn't hot, making a perfect day to just lie outside. He kept his eyes closed as he heard the sliding door open and closed as Isabella returned from inside her house.

"Hey Phin." Isabella called. Phineas opened his eyes and looked up at his girlfriend. She was holding a couple of glasses filled with lemonade. "I made a drink for you."

"Oh thank you. You didn't have to do that."

"But I wanted to." Isabella bent over and handed Phineas his drink.

Thankfully for the drink, Phineas received his drink, but he happened to notice how Isabella's bikini showed off some of her cleavage. Phineas' eyes widened as much as he could. He hoped Isabella hadn't noticed which she apparently didn't. Phineas took a sip of his lemonade as Isabella sat back down in her chair. As she did a magazine she had been reading fell of the chair and out of reach. Isabella sighed, standing up to get the magazine. As she bent over, Phineas got a full view of Isabella's butt. The bikini covered what it needed, but it was small enough to show off the great curves, the perfect round shape. Phineas wandered how soft it would be in his hands...

Phineas shook himself out of his lust endured stupor. He couldn't let his mind drift to those thoughts. Even though he wanted it so bad, he had to let her decide.

"Phineas can you do me a favor?" Isabella asked.

"Yeah sure, what is it?"

"Can you put some tanning lotion on my back for me?" Isabella's held the bottle out for Phineas to take.

"Sure, no problem." Phineas smiled; glad he could do something rather than just stew on his thoughts.
Isabella let the chair down so it was laying flat. Phineas took the bottle and squeezed some out into his hand. Without thinking, Isabella undid the knot that held her top together. As Phineas did with anything he did with his hands, he very carefully began to work the lotion into Isabella's skin. Unknown to Phineas, Isabella was enjoying the massage effect that Phineas had while he was rubbing her back. She sighed in delight, making Phineas smile.

As Phineas continued rubbing the lotion into Isabella's back, he glanced down and he could see the faint skin of Isabella's breast now that the top hung loose on her neck. Phineas allowed his fingers to trace themselves as close to her chest as possible, but keeping his distance. He longed to touch the soft skin, to feel them in his hands, to let her gasps of pleasure escape her lips as he massaged them…

Phineas again shook himself out of his stupor. "Damn it Flynn, at least like you've got some self control. Granted it's not the best scenario in the world for you to be stuck in, but you still need to act like some sort of gentleman."

"Phineas." Isabella called.

"Hmm, yes?" Phineas asked.

"You've been rubbing that same spot on my back for a while now."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Phineas blushed, feeling even more stupid than normal.

"Well, that's fine. Can you rub some on the back of my legs as well? I know it sounds a little weird but, it doesn't hurt to have a little extra lotion on, and besides, I love the feel of your hands on my skin.

Phineas' blush would have gotten redder if it could have, but it was red as it could get without sunburn. Isabella saying that she loved his touch was probably a bit more arousing to him than it would have been to most, but he still was still a change from Isabella's normal persona. Squeezing more of the suntan lotion into his palms, he did as he was asked, gently massaging the lotion on her legs. He couldn't tell how much Isabella liked his lotion application, but he knew that the closer he got to her ass and her intimate area, the more aroused he got. He could feel the stretch of his swim trunks as he continued his task. He probably would have been able to calm down, until Isabella again gasped in pleasure.

It was then Phineas knew he couldn't handle himself anymore. He quickly removed his hands, and walked to the edge of the pool. The quick stop of Phineas' massage confused Isabella.

"Phineas, is something wrong?"

"NO, nothings wrong." Phineas lied, splashing the pool water on his hands to remove the excess lotion. He couldn't help himself, eventually reaching up to his ear to scratch.

"Are you sure? You sound kind of upset." Isabella pressed, fixing the knot on her bikini top before flipping over to look at Phineas.

"Please, just stop. Nothing's wrong." Phineas again lied, jumping into the shallow end of the pool. He hoped the cool water would help control the heat he was putting out.

"Well I'm not after that response." Isabella responded. Phineas ignored her, sinking down into the water to cover his head. Isabella waited till Phineas popped back out of the water before she continued. "Phineas please, I just want to talk. It can be about anything, I don't care; but I can tell that something is bugging you so please, talk to me."

Phineas sat in the pool, deciding if he should answer her question. For a while, the only sound that could be heard was the rippling of the water against the edge of the pool. Phineas eventually caved, blowing bubbles in the water before turning to face Isabella. "Do you really want to know what is bugging me?" Isabella nodded. "It's you."

"What?" Isabella was as confused as shocked.

"You are my problem. No, it's nothing to do with you personally. It's more me than anything." Phineas sighed, trying to control his heartbeat while trying to make sure his thoughts were clear. "You are an amazing, wonderful person, who any man would love to be your boyfriend. And just to add the cake on top, you are one of most beautiful people in the world; that's where my problem comes in. I want to be with you, I'm pretty sure you know what I mean. Right now, it's getting harder and harder for me to just be glad with being with you." Isabella's cheeks began to get red as Phineas continued to talk. "Look, I'm sorry that I think this way, but it's what I feel. You probably hate my guts or something and I deserve that, but since you had to ask, this is the summation of it all. You're fucking beautiful, and I wish I could have sex with you."

The air around the pool seemed heavy with Phineas' final point. Isabella was a little shocked at not only Phineas' words, or the fact that he actually said what he was feeling, but at how strongly he felt about them. Phineas' could tell Isabella was stunned, and figured probably hated his guts right about now. H sunk under the water, hoping to cool down from his tirade. He knew Isabella would need to think, and probably have time from trying to kill him, but he had finally said his piece, and he still felt a little better for saying it.

Isabella stood up and walked to her house, shutting the door behind her. She turned and stared at the pool as Phineas continued to just come back up for a breath of air then sink back down under the surface of the water. Isabella rubbed her chin in thought, wandering what she was going to do.