[Author's Note: Some other childhood characters will make an appearance here *giggles* fair Warning, if you wish not to seeypur Childhood characters violated so badly by my hands, don't read ;) but you do or why else would you read this? :)]

One

Theodore paced up and down the halls, running a hand through his fluff of hair.

"I mean," he continued his sputter. "I like my big brother Alvie," he took a sidelong glance at Velma, who was nice enough to hear him out. "But I don't love him."

"But you love him like a brother?" She asked, pushing her glasses up for a moment. Theodore nodded, plopping on the couch defeatedly. "So where's the confusion coming from Theodore?"

"I have these dreams." He said quietly, his voice squeaking a bit higher as they came back to him. "Of Alvie..." He blushed.

Velma nodded and waited for him continue. So he sputtered on.

"Alvin likes to be center of attention, and when he teases me I hate it but I love it even more! Like I'm his center of attention just for the moment!" His cheeks brightened up. "And in my dreams Alvie is always..t-teasing me."

He waited for the A-bomb to drop, the one question that would make his suppressed hard-on spring up in full glory.

"How so?" Velma asked gently.

Theodore, innocent little Theodore, could not pick up on how Velma knew all this already, for Alvin had spent the previous week ranting how he couldn't get his precious brother out of his head. Nor did Theodore pick up on the flush in her cheeks, the way she shifted every so often as if she could not get comfortable. He only noticed how bright her eyes were, unable to read the meaning in them.

Ah, but the question sent him over the edge of being constrained.
He kept his paws clasped in his lap, covering the head of his member beneath his green clothes. His paws tickled through the fabric, taunting his member.

He whined softly lowering his gaze to Velma's shoes, finding them to be particularly entrancing.

"He toys with my..." His eyebrows stitched forward in search of the term his brother used. "Dick." He said nervously. "In in my dreams that is!" He added quickly, his cheeks now softly growing hotter, and beneath his paws his member was throbbing badly at the recollection of the last several months of the strangely hot explicit dreams.

"Oh?" Velma's eyebrow raised, but her genuine interest was not dismayed. Rather, she was at begging point to hear more. Yet out of care for the young munk (and worry of being labeled a pedophile), she refrained from doing so. "Do you find these dreams to be..wrong?"

Theodore lowered his head even more, his paws pushing into his lap more. He squeaked momentarily, precum dripping onto his leg. He prayed Velma didn't notice his raging boner, and forced himself not to moan his reply.

"N-no." He managed to say, wondering why Velma's tone went from concern to seduction in the last few minutes. However the thought was dismissed altogether when Velma smiled kindly at him. "Should I?"

"Then there's nothing to fret Theodore. Your brother loves you, and you know that." Velma said sweetly, finding Theodore's unknown squirming very amusing and cute. No wonder Alvin teased him so much.

"I know!" Theodore squeaked in response, trying to hush the hum in his ears. "But, but, I don't know if he loves me like I love him!" He admitted finally. "I mean I love him respectably, but there are times where I want him like he was a girl!"

Velma sat back, fanning herself with a few papers, tossing the idea around in her head. She knew Theodore was trying to conceal his boner, that was evident by the way he sat so rigid. Yet, she wasn't sure if the young munk would let her alleviate his torment.

"Theodore," she asked softly, moving closer. Her fingers brushed his knee, sending electricity up his thigh.

"Y-y-yes?" He squeaked, suddenly all to aware of how her breasts were hugged by her orange turtle neck.

"Do you want me to help you?" She moved carefully, sitting beside him, her hand still on his knee.

"Help me?" He asked, watching her fingers slip under the hem of his large sweatshirt, the tip of her index finger brushing softly over the head of his member. He squeaked, surprised and aroused at the touch, and held her wrist as she instinctively drew back. "N-no, it's fine." He sputtered through her apologies.

"You sure?" She asked, smiling half way.

"Yes," he insisted, afraid he just scared her off. Masturbating was nice, but having another do it was more interesting and arousing. A well needed break for Theodore, he was growing immune to the ways he jacked himself off to fantasies of Alvin. "I'm sure."

Velma blushed, her fingertips finding his hot throbbing member beneath the fabric of his hoodie. She scooped Theodore into her lap, his head tucked right between her breasts.

"Do you mind?" She purred softly in his ear, the weight of her pressing lightly to his neck.

"Mmm no," he murred, lifting his sweatshirt up to let the cool office air cool his midsection down. He flushed at the precum dripping onto Velma's fingers.

He then realized how soft her touch was compared to his firm grasp on himself, noting how it was gentle yet firm, and how gentle she moved up and down his shaft, her other hand massaging his balls gently. He buried the back of his head in her chest, moaning softly. The pleasure came in waves, purposely composed for him.

"Faster," he begged softly, whining when she didn't. "Please~!"

Then her movements would suddenly pick up, pleasure unexpectedly flooding him. She would bring him closer and closer to the edge only to instantly drag him back and push him forward again. He panted, forcing his ass into her lap, causing an unexpected catch of her breath, and her grasp on his member to tighten. He moaned, grasping fistfuls of her skirt in his paws, restraining himself.

'Not yet,' he thought faintly, images of Alvin fluttering behind his eyes. 'No..not yet..'

Velma kept one hand at work, the other slowly and teasingly going in circles on the head of his cock. He couldn't wait any longer. Theodore moaned loudly his brother's name, his eyes glazed over, closing as his hips bucked forth and cum flooded out. His body relaxed, snuggling into her stomach.

"Oh my," he panted dreamily. "That was..well needed."

"I can imagine so," she chuckled, reaching for a few Kleenex to wipe him clean. Theodore blushed at the mess he made.

"I'm sorry." He said innocently.

"Don't be," she smiled warmly. "You needed it more than I did." She winked.

Theodore got up, fixing his sweatshirt. "So what do I tell Alvie?"

"About how you feel?" She asked, pulling her legs up onto the couch, folding them at her side. Theodore nodded. "I'd advise you to wait a few days, then slowly approach him about it."

She smiled mischievously knowing full well if Theodore kept Alvin on his toes and likewise the same, the boys wouldn't last much longer. Bets were already placed on who would crack first.

"Okay," Theodore nodded, handing her a box of tissues. "Again I'm sorry for the mess. And by the way, you aren't a pedo for doing that."

"No need to apologize, and thank you." she smiled, taking the box. "Come see me if you have questions or need some one to vent to, 'kay?"

Theodore blushed and nodded. He stepped out the office door, clicking it shut behind him quietly. He turned around to find Simon standing there, an eyebrow arched, and his mouth twisted to one side. Theodore yelped in surprise.

"And why were you going to see miss Velma?" Simon pressed.

"I needed advice." Theodore admitted hastily. He didn't like it when Simon pressed him for things, and didn't like how he never pressed Alvin. Just him, the youngest Munk.

"Right." Simon drawled, walking by. "I'm watching you Theodore."

Theodore made a face to Simon's back, walking off in an annoyed mixed with embarrassment manner. He prayed Simon wasn't there the whole time Velma gave him a handjob and heard him say things.

"It's not wrong to love my brother, is it?" He mumbled, mindlessly walking until he bumped straight into Alvin.