Phineas flopped down on the couch and took a deep breath. His parent's had just left to go to an antiques convention for the weekend. And thankfully Candace didn't want a babysitter for the night, so he and Ferb had the whole house for themselves. However, they looked at each other and they knew they agreed on one thing, they had nothing they wanted to do.

"What are we going to do Ferb? Surely there is something."

Ferb thought for a moment and then shook his head. "I'm good really."

Phineas groaned. "How is that two 17 year olds can't think of anything to do on the weekend when they are home alone?"

Ferb shrugged and Phineas slid deeper into the couch. A few minutes of silence passed by before a ring of the doorbell went through the house. Phineas looked at Ferb who raised an eyebrow. Neither one of them had expected company, so the doorbell ringing was a surprise.

Phineas got up and answered the door, surprised to see the old bully at his doorstep. "Oh hey Buford."

"Hey Dinna' Bell. Listen your parents are gone for the weekend right?"

"Umm yeah, how did you know that?"

"It doesn't matter. But I got an idea for you's to listen to. You've ever wanted to have a good party at your house?"

"I mean me personally not really, but maybe Ferb." Silently Ferb joined the two other teens, listening to Buford.

"Still, I'm asking do you want a good party?" Buford asked. Ferb thought for a moment and then nodded his head.

"Good, so as long as you provide the building I take care of the rest." Buford turned and started to leave.

"Wait, so there's going to be a party here tonight?"

"You got that right Dinna' Bell." Buford answered, quickly getting his car and speeding off.

Phineas closed the door and turned to his brother. "Do you know what's going on?" Ferb nodded and began to pick up the house. Phineas sighed and began helping his brother clean. He had a feeling something was off, but he wasn't sure exactly what it was. He was hoping that this party would go smoothly...

Later that evening...

Phineas weaved his way through the crowd of people that had filled the bottom floor of his house. He had never expected Buford to get this many people at his house, and even for Phineas, who was accustomed to people, he was making feel a bit over-whelmed. Phineas looked over the heads of a few people and looked for his brother. He spotted a green tuft of her and continued to snake through the crowd till he found Ferb.

"Ferb, is this a bit much?" talking to his brother over the din of the music. Ferb simply shrugged, his eyes telling that he was still ok with what was going on. Phineas was surprised. "How are you not freaking out? What if something happened?"

Ferb glared at Phineas. "What's the worst thing that's gonna happen?"

The doorbell rang and someone answered it. In came Buford with a few people that neither Phineas nor Ferb recognized. Buford raised his hands and the crowd and the music died down some.

"Listen nerds... I brought the booze!"

A cheer rose from the crowd as the crowd parted ways so that the guys carrying the drinks could make their way to the kitchen.

Phineas' eyes widened and looked over at his brother, but instead a look of concern, Ferb had no physical change that even Phineas could see. "Did you know about this?" Ferb shrugged, neither admitting nor denying that alcohol was going to be present. "Do you know what can happen with alcohol, let alone that the fact that most of us are minors." Ferb laid a hand on Phineas' shoulder, urging him to calm down. Phineas' jaw clenched and he threw Ferb's hand off of his shoulder and made his way into the kitchen. He found Buford passing out bottles to everyone in the kitchen that wanted one. Phineas grabbed Buford's shoulder and turned him to look at Phineas. "Why didn't you tell me that you were brining this with you?"

"I figured you understood that when you said you were ok with having a party here." Buford answered, tossing another bottle to someone else.

"I'm not exactly thrilled with you lying to me Buford."

Buford frowned and stood up to his full height. "Are you saying you want me, and all the drinks to leave?" Phineas hunched over as Buford bellowed over the entire crowd, enough to draw the main attention of the rest of the people in the house. Everyone had grown silent and turned to look at Phineas. Phineas looked around and was conflicted on what he could do.

"No, I was just... saying I should get the first drink..." A cheer went up from the crowd as Buford grinned. He took a bottle and popped the top off, pouring it into a cup and handed it to Phineas.

"Drink up, Dinna' Bell." Phineas shaking took the drink and looked down at the liquid in his cup. He was hesitant, but with enough eyes still on him, he took the cup and took a big drink. His gag reflex tried to react, but Phineas did his best to repress it, downing half the drink in one go. Buford chuckled, pointing at the froth mustache that was above Phineas' lip. "You're going to enjoy this not Phineas." Buford took the bottle from before and topped Phineas' drink off. Phineas smiled, still not completely unsure if he was ok with the way this party was going.

Two girls entered the door of the Flynn-Fletcher house looking at all the people that were there. "Geez, those two really do know how to throw a party." Addison remarked.

"I don't think that this really a Flynn-Fletcher party. It's a Buford party in their house." Isabella countered. She spotted the empty bottles and half filled cups littering the tables. "Yep, definitely a Buford party."

"Come on, Isabella, lighten up. This is like the only party that we've ever had a real chance to go to. Just try to enjoy it." Addison watched as two people were walking past and Addison snagged a drink out of their hands and handed it to Isabella. "Enjoy." Addison was quickly moving into the sea of people. Isabella, unlike Phineas, had had a drink before that night, but was never particularly fond of it. It was easy for her to have too much, so she was hesitant about having more drinks. She looked through the crowd, hoping to see the red head she really wanted to hang out with, but without catching a glimpse of him, she sighed and finished the drink that was left in the cup, and began looking for another.

The night passed like a normal party normally would: people talked, drank, danced, and made out, everything that was normal. Isabella leaned against a wall, her head she knew inebriated enough to where she knew that she was right above drunk, but enough to understand nearly everything. She had yet to see Phineas, and that made her want to drink more. She was tired and was ready to leave the party before a certain redhead bumped into her. He tried his best, but ended up dropping a large amount of his beer onto Isabella. Isabella got mad and was about to chew the guy out before realizing that it was Phineas. She realized that Phineas was completely out of his mind.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, honestly." Phineas apologized before he realized who it was. "Isabella! Oh God, I'm so sorry!

"It's alright Phin." Isabella looked at Phineas and saw he was barely standing on his own power. "Phin, how many drinks have you had?"

Phineas thought for a second and looked at his hand. He raised and lowered his fingers until he figured out the right number, showing four fingers.

Isabella shook her head. "It's time for bed Phineas."

"Are you sure? I think I need to go home for that."

Isabella rolled her eyes, removed the drink from Phineas' hand, and started to pull him along up the stairs. Phineas pulled back slightly, but Isabella gave Phineas a look that even in his drunken state, he knew not to mess with.

Isabella led Phineas up to his room and made him sit down in on his bed. He fell down and stared up at the ceiling. Isabella silently locked the door behind her, her brain not telling her that she wouldn't normally do this.

"Hey Isabella, did you know the ceiling moved?"

"Only sometimes Phineas." Isabella sat down next to Phineas on the bed.

Phineas frowned and then stood up. "Isa, your shirt is still wet."

Isabella looked at her shirt and saw the huge wet stain over the front of her blouse. "Don't worry about it."

Phineas reached over and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started pulling up. "You shouldn't be wearing wet clothes, you'll get a cold."

Isabella normally would have been against it, but she let Phineas take off her shirt, now just sitting in a light blue bra. Phineas smiled, "Hey that looks good on you.

Isabella blushed as she was getting complimented by Phineas about her bra, even if it was only cause he was drunk… She turned and looked at Phineas, whose face was now inches away from her face. Isabella backed up a little, but Phineas frowned.

"Don't back up. I wanted to kiss you."

"Kiss me, but why?"

"Well cause you're beautiful and I really like you, and I thought that's what people do when they see beautiful and liked each other."

Isabella's mouth dropped. Phineas… liked her? She shook it off and said it was cause he was drunk. But Phineas shook his head. "No, I'm pretty sure I liked you before tonight."

Isabella bit her lip, not sure what she wanted to do or say. Phineas tilted his head and waited for Isabella to answer him. Isabella turned and smiled. "Come here Phin." She took his head and pulled it into hers, kissing him on the lips.

Phineas' eyes widened and then closed, letting Isabella kiss him. She pushed him back onto his back and continued to kiss him. She straddled Phineas as Phineas stared up at her. "That was awesome."

Isabella giggled, and decided to throw caution to the wind. "If you liked that, you drunk redhead, then you are really gonna love all of this… but first, get undressed."

Phineas pouted his bottom lip. "But why don't you do it for me?"

Isabella raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound bad to me, as long as you take your shirt off."

Even drunk, Phineas knew how to get undressed quickly. He had his shirt off and thrown to the side quicker than Isabella expected. She shrugged it off and began to undo the button on Phineas' jeans. Phineas simply smiled and Isabella grabbed the bottom of his pant legs and pulled them off onto the floor.

Phineas was already getting excited, but Isabella made him wait as she slipped out of her jeans and left them on the floor next to Phineas'. Phineas giggled in his drunken stupor. "You're undies are showing."

Isabella giggled and turned to show Phineas her butt. "I'm glad that you like them. She shook her butt some while undoing the hook on her bra. She let it fall down her shoulders and then tossed it behind her head, the bra landing on Phineas' face. Phineas laughed and then pulled it off of his eyes, but then his eyes got wide. He had always admired Isabella's breasts, but now that he finally got a good chance to look at them, he was stupefied.

Isabella straddled Phineas again and kissed him deeply, letting Phineas get his hands on her breasts and play with them. She then took it that she could slide her hand underneath his waistband and play with his cock. It was only slightly hard, even as Isabella's hand began to fondle with it. She couldn't take it anymore, getting off of Phineas and ripping his boxers off his legs and throwing them to the side as well. Isabella giggled at Phineas. "I didn't know you shaved your stache."

Phineas shrugged. "It gets hot and in the way. So it's better to be bare." Phineas chuckled at his own joke. Isabella smiled and then grabbed his cock, stroking it gently. She couldn't tell if it was the alcohol but she was already loving being with Phineas, even if they hadn't actually done anything yet. She leaned down and took his still soft dick in her mouth and gently started to suck on it. Phineas but his hands behind his head and let Isabella do whatever she wanted. He could barely think straight anyway, but he figured she knew better than he.

Phineas' cock slowly got harder, filling Isabella's mouth more and more till she had to use a free hand to pleasure the entire dick while sucking on it. She pulled him out of her mouth. "How big are you Phineas?"

Phineas had to think for a moment, the alcohol clouding his thoughts. "I think I was like 7…8 inches long."

"Sounds good to me." Isabella stood up on the bed and stood above Phineas. She sat down slowly and knelt above Phineas' mouth. "Can you take care of me?"

Phineas nodded and then took a finger and moved Isabella's blue panties to the side so he could get her pussy. He could see a few drops on the lips, but he was ready to pleasure Isabella. He pulled down on her legs and began to lick and kiss her pussy. Isabella let Phineas go, simply making sure that she didn't crush Phineas' face.

Phineas did his best to please Isabella, but he could barely keep up long enough with the cloud the alcohol was on his mind. But he could tell Isabella liked what he was doing as he could taste more and more pussy liquid on his tongue and lips. Isabella had reached behind her and began to give Phineas a soft hand job while he ate her out. She couldn't take the anticipation anymore and sat up from Phineas. He hoped that he didn't do something wrong, but when Isabella got on all fours, he assumed he was ok. Isabella turned and looked at the red head. "Come on, Phineas, come get you some." She shook her ass at Phineas, begging Phineas to come to her.

Phineas wasted no time to line up behind Isabella, taking his dick and rubbing it on her pussy lips. Isabella moaned softly and pushed back into his pelvis. Phineas took his dick and lined it up with her hole, and then slowly slid the head inside. She sighed and told Phineas to go deeper and so he did, inching in deeper till his thighs were against her ass.

They stood still for a second, letting the feeling of being together settle before Phineas began to slowly slid in and out of Isabella. Isabella would have none of it and immediately told Phineas to pound her hard. Phineas didn't need to be told twice, and was immediately slamming his body against hers. Isabella wandered how anyone couldn't hear them fucking, but she bet that the music was so loud downstairs that it didn't matter.

Phineas grunted and moaned as he could feel his cock be squeezed by Isabella's already tight pussy. Isabella reached and grabbed his hands, which was a surprised to Phineas. She pulled him closer to her and placed his hands on her breasts. She instructed him that she loved playing with her breasts and that it was amazing when Phineas was doing it earlier.

Phineas didn't complain, and why would he? He was pounding the pussy of a beautiful girl while he played and pinched her breasts, it was a guys dreams come true. For Isabella, she was on cloud 9. Her clit needed playing with, but with her own hand she provided the pleasure she needed. Now she was completely content, Phineas banging her soaking pussy with his surprising long cock, playing with her breasts, and no one was going to bother them.

Phineas was sweating and panting, right on the edge of cumming. He let go of Isabella's breasts and placed them on her ass, sliding her faster and faster on his cock, trying to get to his release. Isabella realized what it was, and she commanded Phineas to pull out. He did as he was told, but she turned and deep throated his cock. It didn't take long and Phineas blasted his load down her throat, Isabella drinking every drop.

Phineas fell forward and braced himself on the headboard. Isabella played urgently with her pussy, and Phineas noticed. He moved down and sucked on her clit, sliding a finger inside her as well. Isabella moaned a few times and then splashed Phineas' face with her cum. Phineas smiled and licked as much of it off of his face as he could. He fell down next to Isabella and giggled.

"I bet we won't remember this in the morning will we?"

"You might not, but I always will." Isabella answered, kissing Phineas' cheek.

"Maybe we can do this again some time."

"Only when we are sober."