Ferb strode over to the work table in the middle of the yard, where he and Phineas had left it before Isabella's interruption. Swiftly, Ferb hopped up and seated himself on the table, facing the still standing Phineas.
Ferb's eyes, half-lidded, bore into Phineas'. The mood-changing effect this had was astounding. Everything suddenly became so…stifling to Phineas.
Ferb then reached downwards, and ripped his pants and underwear off in a single motion. These he tossed aside casually.
Phineas blinked, a small blush working onto his face.
"So, I uh, guess you take your pants off for this, huh?" he asked, his mouth suddenly dry. The upturn of Ferb's lips told Phineas a big 'yes'.
As he removed his own lower garments, one at a time and more slowly than Ferb had, Phineas questioned shyly, "So, uh, then what?"
When Phineas had discarded his clothing onto the ground, Ferb, still looking directly at his brother, raised his right hand up pointedly, showing Phineas the cupped hand, before bringing it back down to begin stroking himself. His eyes closed and he leaned back momentarily at the contact, but he quickly resumed his eye contact with Phineas.
Phineas raised his own hand, looking at it curiousl...