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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Phandom/The_Fantastic_Foursome_(YouTube_RPF), The_Dreamers_(2003)
  Relationship:
      Dan_Howell/Phil_Lester, Dan_Howell_&_Phil_Lester, Dan_Howell/Original
      Character(s)
  Character:
      Dan_Howell, Phil_Lester, Original_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Mental_Instability, Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Threesome_-
      F/M/M
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-30 Words: 2338
****** Fingerprints ******
by dannihowell_(iguessicantry)
Summary
     A bored Phil is sucked into world of sex and hedonism by a beautiful
     boy and his sister.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
****** 1      Part One ******
His flight left at six am. He didn’t bother going to bed just to be shaken
awake by his anxious mother. She was sending him away to ease her mind. She
couldn’t watch him. Phil was much too real. He reminded her of the world
outside the bottle, needs and wants, and most frightening, his father. After
last summer, his mother couldn’t risk being the reason why he does what he
does. If Phil was unhappy in anyway, her fingerprints couldn’t be found on the
ruins. But, her fingerprints were etched into his skin regardless.
Aunt Mel picked him up from the airport, cigarette between her lips, eyes tired
and lips red. She was older than his mother; five times married and ten times
as rich. She was someone who could afford caviar but chose beer and chips to
entertain. Once she showed Phil his room, he’d never really seen her again. Two
days after he’d arrived, the housekeeper informed him that she had gone to
Asia, without notice. Apparently, this was normal. Aunt Mel had grown bored of
him already.
Frankly, Phil was bored of himself. A legal adult with a full bar and
expendable servants would have taken advantage of the situation but Phil
decided to read. Then he decide to write. And when that got boring, he read
again. It was not until he was interrupted by the sound of Tina, the West
Indian maid, shouting just out the back door. Phil peered through the blinds to
see a boy not much younger than himself, completely naked and glistening with
water. A girl stood behind him, laughing maniacally at Tina’s threats to ‘call
the fucking cops’ because they were intruding.
Eventually, the conflict moved inside as Tina made her way to the nearest
phone. The nude trespassers followed her inside, giggling and mocking her heavy
accent. Phil had yet to move, much less say a word.
“I am calling your father!” Tina cried, furious and red in the face. The teens
paused and the room grew silent before they burst into laughter once more.
The boy, after having swiped his sopping hair from his eyes, looked up and saw
Phil staring at the spectacle. His brown eyes held no emotion then, no mocking
or surprise. “Who are you?” he said.
“Phil. I’m Phil.”
The girl’s expression soon mimicked her companion’s. “Are you bored?”
Surprised, Phil responded with a look of confusion.
“Would you like to join us? You were staring out the window just a while ago,
so I figure you have nothing to do. We are fun. I promise.”
Phil’s mouth had gone dry. Stood before him was a naked, dripping wet,
beautiful girl and her equally good-looking companion and they were asking him
to join in their fun as if they were simply going to the cinema and not skinny-
dipping in a neighbor’s pool.   
“I’m sorry, what?”
Tina interrupted them by announcing that security was on the way. The two
trespassers’ eyes went wide as they scrambled to find their clothes which were
scattered on the pool deck. Within seconds, they were over the fence, their
giggling laughter fading away.
“I knew that would work,” said Tina, resolutely. “Those two are heathens.
They’re both going to hell. I’m sure of it.”
Phil turned to her. “Who were they?”
“The Howell children, Daniel and Eve. Their father owns that house on the other
side of the lake. They are the most spoiled and the most reckless children I
have ever come across. Mr. Howell is a good man too. I don’t know how he ended
up with those demons. I guess it’s because their mother left when they were so
young.” She sighed. “He tried. Stay away from them. They’re nothing but
trouble. Your aunt will be hearing about this.”
She muttered more comments under her breath but Phil didn’t care enough to
catch them. He was too absorbed in the mansion across the lake.
—
“Shhh…”
“Don’t…”
Phil opened his eyes slowly, a dark fuzzy world come into view. He heard a
giggle and the sound of fumbling and a fall.
“Dumbass,“ a feminine voice spoke.
He sat up quickly, reaching for the bedside table lamp to see his intruders.
This time they were fully clothed, though Eve’s peasant blouse left little to
the imagination.
“Hello. Did we wake you?” she laughed quietly, flashing her straight teeth. Her
face was sweet and calm, like a friend.
“How did you get into my room?”
“I think the better question is, why haven’t you kicked us out yet?” Dan said
smiling and walking across the room, exploring and touching everything he could
get his hands on.
“Oh Dan, could you be anymore rude?” Eve chastised him. “You haven’t even said
hello to our friend…Phil? Yeah, Phil.”
Dan turned to them both, his focus completely on Phil. “Eve, love, could you
shut up?”
She retorted with a less than polite gesture of her middle finger.
“What are you doing in my room?”
“We’re here to save you,” Dan informed him.
“Save me?”
“Yes, you seem to need it,” Eve answered. She sat down on the bed, running the
back of her hand down Phil’s cheek. “You are your own worst enemy.”
“I don’t understand.”
“We’re here to save you from yourself.”
Before Phil could even think of a reply, the beautiful girl and her beautiful
brother were pulling him out of bed. “Pack your things. You’re staying with us.
We have the house to ourselves. We would stay here but I don’t think your
housekeeper would appreciate it.”
Phil blinked. “I don’t even know you.”
“You’ll get to know us eventually,” Dan shrugged, throwing a rather distasteful
shirt over his shoulder in disgust. “We really must work on your style. Are you
color blind, perchance?”
“No–,”
“My, your eyes are a beautiful color. Dan, look at them.”
Dan followed his sister’s instructions and nodded in agreement. “Come on. Life
awaits us.”
—-
****** 2      Part Two ******
Everything was chaotic and wonderful. They woke at noon and smoked over their
cheerios. Their discussions ranged from politics and religion to music and art
to sex and philosophy. Nothing was off-limits.
The estate was fenced in and their father was on a book tour or lecture tour or
something Phil couldn’t remember so the two of them, Dan and Eve, were left by
themselves. They were both eighteen but they weren’t twins. They might as well
be, being practically identical in appearance and ideals. Eve was the oldest,
born in August. She glowed as well as reeked of dominance and overbalance. She
was overwhelming intensity. Everything she did with purpose and confidence.
Phil was in love.
Dan didn’t glow or reek; he shimmered gently. He came ten months after her. His
presence was soft like humming, Phil could feel him from across the room. He
was quiet and brooding, thinking and observing. Phil was in love.
“Who is God?” Eve asked, standing above her brother and friend on the mattress
they had moved into the living for the sheer convenience.
“God is God,” Phil replied, taking a sip from the bottle Dan offered him.
“Bullshit answer,” Dan told him, smiling. “Give her a real answer or–,”
“Pay the price,” she interrupted seriously.
“Uh… I don’t honestly know.”
She grabbed the bottle from his hand and turned to her brother. “Dan, who is
God?”
He cleared his throat. “Whoever I think he or she is, my lovely sister.”
“Can I be God?”
“Yes, I suppose I could worship you and sacrifice myself for you.”
Her eyebrow arched and a smirk spread across her lips. Phil watched with rapt
attention.
“Phil?”
“Hmm?” he hummed.
“Who is God?” she asked again, much quieter this time.
“At the moment,” he started. “…you are.”
She smiled. “Good answer.” Her fingers reached for the buttons of the blouse
she was wearing but her eyes never left his. They were murky brown, much darker
than her brother’s. Her hair was style with longer than necessary bangs and
curls which fell into her heart-shaped face. Her lips were pink and full, the
light from the evening’s sunset bouncing off them. He hadn’t even notice that
her blouse had fallen down onto the mattress and her chest was completely
exposed.
“Dan, kiss him.”
Phil sat in surprise and confusion, which surprised and confused him because
nothing about these two could possibly shock him now, not after everything else
they’ve done.
“He doesn’t want me to.”
“What makes you say that?”
Dan stared at Phil, expression worried. “His eyes give him away.”
“His eyes are lying,” Eve declared. “Phil, do you want my baby brother to kiss
you? Touch you? Fuck you?”
Face red, Phil said nothing, feeling exposed under her gaze.
“Dan, come here,” she said, reaching out for him. Dan sat up before her,
waiting for the next command. Without a word, her mouth caught his. Phil could
see her hands reaching into Dan’s boxers, cupping his bottom firmly before
reaching for the hem and pulling them down. All of this was done without
stopping for air. Dan made no noise of revulsion, confusion, or protest. He’d
even began fondling her breasts.
“He’s a good kisser,” Eve said pulling away, allowing Dan to kiss and caress
her neck. “I taught him everything he knows. Are you sure, Phil?”
Phil shook his head. This was wrong. He was almost certain of it. Everything
they did was wrong.
So what made this any different?
Phil simply laid down and allowed Dan to climb on top of him, straddling his
waist. In many ways, Dan was more beautiful than his sister but seemed ignorant
to that fact. He was pleading with his eyes and hands. Eve would have taken
without asking. Phil gave in to Dan and gave in to himself.
Their teeth clashed and haze of ambiguity lifted. This was happening. Phil was
pulling him, trying to get him closer. She watched with a grin on her face and
her hand buried between her thighs. Dan was moaning into Phil’s mouth. His
erection left drops of precum on Phil’s bare stomach. He asked for more with
his fingers, sliding into Phil’s briefs and grasping his length.
“Dan, tell him what you want.”
Phil had almost forgotten she was there.
“Taste… Can I taste you?”
Phil nodded. Dan climbed off to remove the last piece of clothing on Phil’s
body. Eve laid down next to Phil and turned his face towards hers. Her gaze
flickered between his lips and his eyes before leaning in for a dominating
kiss. Warmth wrapped around his cock, prompting Phil to groan. They were
overwhelming him. Dan continued by sucking and lathing his tongue around his
lover’s length.
“Are you going to cum?” she asked, pulling away.
“Yes—God, yes.”
“He’s going to swallow it, you know? You’re his first and he’ll be quite
pleased with himself.”
Phil shuttered then, his body racing towards orgasm at the thought of Dan’s
lovely throat taking everything Phil offered.
As Phil recovered from his orgasm, he saw what he figured was normal for them.
Eve was coaxing Dan between her legs, pouting and mocking him for his long
awaited release. She giggled and touched her brother lovingly, promising him
what he so rightly deserved.
For the first time since meeting them, Phil could see Dan had control. His
thrusts were timed and just, causing his sister to cry out in ecstasy and
passion. He bit her skin, murmured things low and deep into the meeting of her
neck and shoulder, clasping her wrists and holding her down.
They spent the next few weeks like this; incredibly drunk and well fucked with
life temporarily on hold.
****** 3      Part Three ******
He was home. Phil didn’t make a sound though. He was still nude from last
night’s romp and the other man in the room still hadn’t met him yet.
Mr. Howell still had on his coat and hat. He’d walked over to the arm chair
where his daughter slept deeply, unaware of her innocent state. Her longs curls
framed her face beautiful, reaching down to cover her breasts almost
artistically.
The older man laid his hand on his thigh, crouching down to capture the girl in
a kiss. It took a moment for her stir awake. What happened next should have
surprised Phil but it didn’t.
She kissed back.
And Phil went back to sleep.
—-
Eve announced, “Daddy says you should go.”
Dan tensed. Phil shrugged. He was only a visitor after all. For some reason, he
was thinking logically again. Maybe the hold they had on him was finally
loosening.
“I want him to stay.”
“Did you hear me? Daddy says he can’t.”
“Fuck him!” Dan shouted, flying into his sister’s face.
“Already did this morning,” she said coolly. 
Dan looked like he wanted to strangle her but instead he took Phil by the hand.
“I’ll help you find your things.”
—-
Aunt Mel came home the very next day, startled to find Phil still there. His
mother called to let him know when his flight was scheduled to come back home.
She hadn’t mentioned how he had never called her during his entire trip so
figured she didn’t really care. She didn’t ask about his medication and if he
was still having sharp ups and downs. Though, he doubted he would have told her
about the sex binge he’d been on the past few weeks, an apparent symptom of his
condition being hyper-sexuality.
Phil had dreams about them, of days spent laid atop Eve’s breasts as she ran
her fingers through his hair, of moments kissing every inch of Dan’s skin, of
loving them both for what they were; danger and caution, impulse and passion,
arguing and loving.
Phil wasn’t sure they ever really existed. It had all been too convenient, too
beautiful, and far too perfect. He must have dreamed it all he thought, though
he was still finding his and her fingerprints all over his skin. 
———————————-
 
End Notes
     Author’s Note: I watched The Dreamers and fucking loved it and got
     inspired to write this weirdness.
     Explanation: 
     Phil’s sent away because he’s too much responsibility for his mother.
     She needs to escape him. Her lack of caring for him, leaves an
     imprint on him. His Aunt Mel is essentially a clone of his mother.
     She’s older but she too runs from her responsibility to care for him.
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     The Howell Kids:
     Eve- She is manipulative, powerful and controlling. When she asks if
     she is God, she means it.
     Dan - Submissive and sweet. Does what he is told. When given a moment
     of control he takes it, if only for a little bit, like when he’s
     having sex with Eve.
     Because they are siblings, it shows that God and his followers are
     inherently related, though one was not created by the other. They
     coexist without the other’s consent.
     Mr. Howell - an even higher form of power. He controls Eve. Eve
     controls Dan. Dan has a special hold on Phil.
     Phil’s bipolar so his bouts of depression come and go. When he meets
     the Howells, his mania begins and he easily falls into their trap of
     endless drinking and sex. He doesn’t care. Everything is great and
     nothing hurts. When Mr. Howell returns, it’s like the end of their
     holiday. They’re no longer alone and free. Eve submits to her father,
     which leaves Dan upset and powerless. Even God must answer to someone
     else it seems.
     Phil goes home. He’s not really sure if all that happened … really
     happened. He’s off his meds and he somethings are not what they seem
     but he’s covered in bruises and finger prints. 
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