Seville Seven Plus

About This Story: Following an accident, some news surfaces that is destined to change things for the entire Seville family. The chipmunk siblings deal with this new information and try to process things. Warning: some chapters contain more adult themes than others. Age-wise they are 15. I don't own any part of the Chipmunk franchise, just borrowing them from Nickelodeon, Janice Karman, & Ross Bagdasarian, their family, & their company.

About This Chapter: Rated NC-17(M), for nudity and explicit sexual content

Pairings: Alvin/Brittany


7. Start Your Engines!

"So, Jeanette, what does the next entry say?" Eleanor laughed as an attempt to take the attention off of herself.

"Oh, right..." Jeanette glanced back at the diary after turning the page. "Saturday, September tenth, two thousand sixteen. It finally happened! Alvin and I finally sealed the deal and took our relationship to the next level! It was awesome! And I want to remember everything about it, like the way it's fun to replay a favorite scene from a favorite movie in slow-motion."

"So do we, Brittany!" Theodore giggled. The others shot him a questioning look. "What?" He asked. "Ellie-Belle sure knows how to get my motor running!" He shot her a quick wink with his smile.

Jeanette continued. "As I write this, I actually miss Alvin already, since he patched things up with Dave and went back to sleeping in his own room of the main house. I'm happy for them, but I still miss M'Hunky-Munk. My bed still smells like him, since he slept here with me last night, instead of on the couch. Is it weird how I like the way Alvin smells all musky and manly? To think, I can remember a time when he was the guy that stunk the worst. I mean, Simon and Theo would complain about his stinky socks, and tell him to hit the showers."

Simon glanced over at Theodore. "It's so true!" The two of them shared a laugh before Simon finished, "But, hey, if Brittany likes his scent now, she can have 'Mister Stinky-Socks'."

"And as long as Alvin doesn't mind her smell," Eleanor added, "He can totally have 'Miss Gassy-Lassie' who still eats gluten despite her gluten-sensitivity, then covers it up with too much perfume and body spray." She shared a laugh with Jeanette for a moment.

"Wow, 'Gassy-Lassie' - that's gold!" Simon laughed with them, along with Theodore.

Once they calmed down a bit, Theodore commented, "Wow, I'm feeling sorry for their poor kid already! Do you think we should call Child Protective Services - or 'Chipmunk Protective Services', if there is one?"

"There should be, since all six of us could've used one back in the day when we lived with Uncle Ian." Jeanette pointed out before she kept reading. "It all started yesterday after school. Simon wanted to test his hybrid dirt-bike project that he had been working on all week. He made a chipmunk-sized one, and a human-sized one. We all wanted to see if this hybrid project performed like the traditional dirt-bike in terms of speed, safety, maneuverability, wheelies, as well as how it handles air and jumps, and how it handles different surfaces like dirt, gravel, mud, or ice. Whoa, I kinda feel like I'm turning into Jeanette writing this. We got our friend Derek to drive the human-sized one, while Alvin naturally volunteered to drive the chipmunk-sized one. We even offered Derek a pizza as a 'payment' for working with us. And his girlfriend Nessa tagged along with us to the dirt-bike track. We were all wearing these biker and auto-mechanic jumpsuits, complete with boots and helmets. Derek's biker jumpsuit was silvery-gray with purple stripes on the side and a purple helmet, Alvin's was black with red stripes and a red helmet, mine was black with pink stripes and a pink helmet, Nessa's was silvery-gray with sunny-yellow stripes with a yellow helmet, Simon's auto-mechanic jumpsuit was a royal blue, Jen's was all purple, Ellie's was aqua-teal, and Theo's was olive green. Oh, good, I feel like myself again talking about clothes and fashion!

"We all played a part in this experiment. Derek drove the human bike, Alvin rode the chipmunk bike, Ellie was like the emcee who waved the racing flag as a signal to go, Theo brought the pizzas and other food and soft drinks, Jen helped Simon with the measurements and mechanical adjustments, if and when they were needed. Sometimes Nessa and I would act as pit crew for our guys, getting them water and stuff during breaks, or cheering for them on the sidelines, since both of us are cheerleaders this year. We even got to ride with the guys to see how the bikes handled passengers. Oh, how I loved hugging Alvin as I rode with him! Holding his warm, musky-scented, muscular body close! And the way I could feel his tail twitching as it was sandwiched between his back and my stomach! Wow! There were even times when the guys took longer breaks for drinks and pizza, while letting Nessa and I drive the bikes solo. Simon was curious to see how we ladies enjoyed solo rides on these bikes.

"It was kinda nice seeing Alvin get along so well with Derek. They haven't always been the best of friends, and they used to fight a lot in middle school. To be honest, the same could be said about Nessa and me. But all eight of us were friends at that moment and having a lot of fun together. Alvin and Derek even joked about starting a biker gang together called the 'West Eastman Chippers' instead of the 'West Coast Choppers'. I thought that was funny, since we go to West Eastman High, and most of our 'biker gang' would be made up of Chipmunks and Chipettes.

"Once this entire experiment was done, we all went our separate ways. Some were going to the movies, some out to eat, some to watch some sporting event, but I don't really know for sure. With Simon's permission, Alvin took me around the track a few more times on the bike, then we took it out around town and the park. It was quite romantic! We stopped on a bridge overlooking a beautiful stream to enjoy some sodas that he saved from earlier. His strong arm was around my waist, my head was on his shoulder. We had taken our helmets off to just enjoy the sunset. He looked into my eyes and smiled, reminiscing about how he used to say that 'looking into my eyes is like getting lost in the Bermuda Triangle, and he hopes he is never found.' He put his arms around my waist, basically at the small of my back. Mine hugged around his shoulders and neck, and we kissed on the lips. Soon, our tongues were slow-dancing together, and his hands started to wander. One hand wandered upwards in an attempt to unhook my bra, to 'free my girls from their padded prison cells', as he likes to say. His other hand wandered downwards and started petting my butt and my tail, as if he could take off my panties as easily as my bra! Who knows? Maybe he wanted to liberate my lady-parts, too. I mean, his munk-hood - as he calls it - was knocking hard on the other side!"

"And here we go!" Eleanor giggled while enthusiastically rubbing her hands together. "I always wondered what kinda wording Britt would use to describe her genitalia, since we heard how she poetically described Alvin's in the last entry."

Simon shrugged. "It's Brittany. She's more artistic and creative than..." he started speaking in a higher-pitched sultry impression of Brittany, "Oh, Alvin, let's have intercourse, where you just put your erect penis into my vagina..." The others laughed.

Theodore asked, "Well, who would wanna read that? It sounds like something straight out of a biology textbook."

Eleanor giggled. "That's how I would imagine Jeanette's diary would describe her wedding night with Simon. Why don't I just read the biology textbook, or the C through C-H encyclopedia?"

Theodore added, "Ellie and I could make ours sound like a cookbook. 'Place bun in oven. Heat at ninety-eight-point-six degrees for nine months. Serves one...or two...or six or more.' However many kids we want, hopefully."

"Theo!" Eleanor giggled again. "You sure know how to 'preheat my oven'."

"I guess I should take this conversation back to Brittany and Alvin..." Jeanette announced. "Where was I? Oh yeah...'I started giggling, asking Alvin if that's what he was trying to do. He was like, 'Well, I was trying to take our relationship to the next level. Sorry if you're ticklish on your butt or under your tail.' I was like, 'It's OK, Alvin, M'Hunky-Munk, keep your hand there, I'm enjoying it. I'm laughing because I enjoy it. It's making my panties all wet and creamy.'"

Theodore squealed and placed a hand over his mouth. When the others looked at him, he explained, "Sorry, I was just thinking that it's a good thing we didn't have cinnamon rolls with the white, creamy frosting this morning."

Simon patted his brother on the shoulder. "Theodore, it's OK, you're gonna have to get over this phobia of anything that comes out of a vagina one way or another. I mean, fifteen years ago we came out of our mom's when we were born, and in about seven months we will hold our niece or nephew - or some combination of both - moments after they come out of Brittany's. You know, unless she has to have a cesarean section, but I don't wanna think about birth complications at this point."

Eleanor shrugged, "Hey, if Theodore wasn't here to get uncomfortable about female stuff, it would be me. Despite the fact that I am a girl, I get uneasy talking about certain subjects in larger groups of an all-female environment. In school or church youth group stuff when they separate the girls and guys for those sex-ed topics, I get really uncomfortable, like, 'No, guys, please don't leave us here listening to some older lady baby us as she preaches to us about sex, or female stuff.' Yeah, I may have been the last of my sisters to reach female puberty, but I'm still afraid I'll be the first to turn into a dude, like the dinosaurs in 'Jurassic Park'. Despite my sisters assuring me that won't happen. It's weird that there are some things I would rather discuss with Simon, or Theodore, or even Alvin or Dave, before going to some lady who is probably gonna baby me or treat me like some delicate flower. I don't know. But I'm somehow fascinated by some of this at the same time, and I like talking about it with you guys. I'm complicated like that."

Theodore patted her knee. "You and me both, sister. It's nice to know I'm not the only one who will need months of counseling and therapy after this." They shared a smile before he continued. "But you definitely have me beat, since I know I've heard you say 'vagina' before I could ever say it. Hey, it's not so bad now that I said it out loud. Vagina, vagina, vagina."

This made Eleanor laugh. "My turn to say it! Ahem... Wow, Theo, when you talk like that you really make my vagina feel - "

"OK, we get the picture." Simon interrupted.

Theodore shot his older brother a smug expression. "Well, well, well, look who's afraid of vaginas now?"

Jeanette circled them back to the diary entry. "Let's see...we were just reading about Brittany's wet and creamy panties... 'Then Alvin was like, 'Cool! I do that to your panties? If you keep leaning against me, I think it's obvious what you're doing to my munk-hood.' I was like, 'Oh, Alvin, that's hot! Say it again!' He was like, 'Munk-hood?' I playfully slapped his arm and said, 'No, Silly, the part about my panties.' He giggled and said, 'Really? You think it's hot the way I say 'panties'?' Of course he made me giggle some more, so he just kept repeating 'panties' in different ways, using his sexy voice. We continued to make out, while he was almost purring and growling like the sexy animal that he is! I could definitely feel his munk-hood growing like a mighty oak tree beckoning me to climb it. To be more vulgar, my pussycat really wanted to climb so far up his oak tree that it would take more than the entire fire department to get it down!"

"Wow!" Eleanor exclaimed. "Respect to Brittany and her poetic analogy that even rivals Ophelia and Mortimer."

Jeanette kept reading. "So I even had my right leg climbing up his leg to his left hip to feel his growing munk-hood. His hand was holding my butt right under my tail, so he gave me a boost. It was at that moment while we were making out and he was holding me, that a large truck drove by the bridge and hit a muddy puddle, splashing mud all over us. Alvin even nearly dropped me. We were pretty ticked off at that point, but it only took a few seconds before we looked at each other, and saw all that mud all over us, and we started laughing. Alvin smiled at me, stroking his hand across my cheek. He said, 'Whaddaya say we take this party back to your place? And maybe hit the showers?' I thought that seemed like a good idea, so we rode back to the Treehouse on the bike.

"Dave's car wasn't even in the driveway, so he must've been out somewhere. But we were all nasty and dripping wet mud all over the place. I knew Eleanor would kill me if we tracked all that into the Treehouse, so we used the garden hose to spray most of the mud off each other before we drip-dried enough to go into the Treehouse. We left our helmets and boots on the porch, and we were both shivering by now, and ready to get into a nice warm shower. Just so one of us wouldn't be shivering and freezing while the other showered, we decided to shower together. But we were going to keep most of our clothes on while we showered, so that we could wash our biker jumpsuits. Two birds with one stone."

"Yeah, that's the reason." Theodore giggled.

Jeanette picked up her reading. "But, hey, we're friends - well, much more than just friends - and we've seen each other naked before. And we were both kinda hoping to get some of that 'more-than-friends' action, like maybe pick up where we left off while making out on the bridge - only without the biker jumpsuits in the way. The jumpsuits were the first to go, along with our other clothes underneath, so we were in our underwear, and we kinda looked like we were in our bathing suits. I couldn't believe how much mud got on us - a bit from the track, and a lot from the truck. Under each layer of clothing we seemed to find more mud lurking, like when you go to the beach and you get all this sand bunched up in weird places under your bathing suit. It was even in our hair! We just had to take off our helmets before the truck splashed us!

"Once we had our hair all washed out with shampoo and conditioner, we were having some other conversation. At some point I turned around talking, while Alvin was all nodding absentmindedly. It was kinda funny, since he wouldn't stop staring at my bra. I was like, 'What? Do I have more pockets of mud in my bra that I don't see?' Alvin just blinked and smiled while looking away and blushing. The next time I caught him staring at my bra while I was talking, I had to point with two fingers up towards my eyes like, 'Hey, Alvin, I'm up here.' It was funny - especially that he's seen my boobs before - but he just couldn't stop staring. I still find it flattering, since he just giggled as he looked away and blushed while he said, 'It's just...you're so beautiful... Especially with your hair down like that.' I was like, 'Aww, that's so sweet of you, Alvin.' We paused and smiled at each other for a moment before I said, 'Kinda brings back memories of when we first took a bath together in Kindergarten. Doesn't it?' Alvin laughed and said, 'Yeah, and we threw off our pool towels and saw each other naked for the first time!' He pointed at my bra and said, 'Well, your landscape sure didn't have a mountain view back then!' I gently stroked him with my fingers along the ridge of chest and belly fur that flows into his belly-button and said, 'I didn't notice this until we were eight, and even then it wasn't this dark, thick, or textured.' He stopped me as I started petting his belly fur below his belly-button and said, 'Hey, Britt, to paraphrase what I said in Kindergarten...Whaddaya say we lose our underwear and just...shower alfresco together?'

"And so it begins!" Theodore exclaimed.

Simon smirked. "Whoa! Who saw that coming?"

Jeanette giggled before continuing. "I was like, 'Oh yeah!' And sorta in the 'tradition' we had going in Kindergarten, we decided that we would both see each other naked at the same time. So we turned our backs to each other and removed our underwear. We were still talking to each other as we placed our underwear out of the way with the rest of our clothes. I think at some point during this time, we both started getting nervous - but an exciting kind of nervous - as we both realized this may be the time where we go all the way in our relationship. I could see out of my peripheral vision that Alvin had extended his right hand with his palm up toward the shower curtain, and he said, in a slightly more humble voice than his sexy voice, 'Britt, my hand is over here by the shower curtain, if you want to hold onto it. Just so you remember that...before we were boyfriend and girlfriend, we were very close friends...maybe best friends...maybe even soulmates...and my love for you since then has only grown.' I was like, 'Oh, Alvin! That's your sweetest line ever!' I took hold of his hand that was over by the shower curtain, and squeezed it. I also said, 'I don't wanna turn around while I'm about to start crying!' Then he said, 'Well, I think you might want to turn around soon, because I hope my back is facing away from you - not if, but when - I have to fart.'

At this, all four of them doubled over and cackled for several seconds. Eleanor started wiping away some tears from laughing so hard. "How romantic! You know it's love when he was holding in a fart for her!"

Theodore laughed. "I'm sure Mortimer would do the same for Ophelia."

Once they calmed down, Jeanette resumed reading. "I was like, 'ALVIN! Now you're making me cry for a different reason - because I'm laughing so hard!' He was like, 'Well, I got you to laugh. I was actually trying to make you stop crying, but I guess I tried too hard. Anyways, where were we...Oh yeah...' Together, we counted 'One, two, three...go!' And on 'go' we turned around to face each other, my left hand was still clasped in his right. We smiled at each other silently for a few short moments before we both just released a happy sigh together. We were also checking each other out a bit, while we also started reminiscing about the time I drew him nude, which was the most recent time we had seen each other naked. During a time while he was talking, my eyes just started wandering along the ridge of fur from his chest to his belly-button, and naturally below that to his munk-hood, which was at ease between his muscular upper thighs as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other, his acorns looking quite ripe for the harvest. M'Hunky-Munk sure is nicely endowed! Not that I know how his compares to those his brothers have these days, and I really don't care."

"Whew! Thank goodness." Simon muttered.

Theodore heaved a sigh, "Awkward..."

"No pressure there, guys." Eleanor assured them. "We think both of you are cool no matter what that looks like. And we - or at least I - haven't seen any of yours in years, aside from seeing Britt's nude drawing of Alvin, and there's no rush to see it now. I can wait - or I'll at least try to wait - until marriage, which may not happen until at least a few years into or after college."

Jeanette shrugged. "Yeah, back in Kindergarten when we had communal co-ed baths, we saw everything, but we didn't really care back then. And we know that was way before anyone had any secondary sex characteristics."

Simon added, "Absolutely, it was before our software got upgraded." He gave Theodore a playful nudge.

"To firmware?" Jeanette giggled, causing the others to share a chuckle for a moment. She kept reading. "As I was staring at his munk-hood and daydreaming, Alvin interrupted my thoughts by pointing with two fingers up from his munk-hood to his bright blue eyes. Ha! From one set of balls to the other!" Jeanette paused, allowing for some giggle room. "He was all, 'Hello, Brittany, I'm up here.' I was like, 'Sorry, Alvin, it's just so hypnotizing. I forgot how much I enjoy seeing your body...touching and feeling your body. You're just a work of art!' He was blushing by this point, like, 'Brittany, you're a work of art too - just beautiful. And you come with a lovely mountain view - yodel-ay-hee-hoo!' Pretty sure I was rolling my eyes at this point and playfully slapping his shoulder. But I've come to appreciate his cheesy sense of humor. He may be a dorky idiot at times, but he's my dorky idiot, and I wouldn't want him any other way!

"But he still makes me laugh, so I just curled up to his right side, where I was still holding his hand, and I rested my head against his right shoulder. With my right hand, I started petting his chest, starting at my favorite ridge of fur. My heart was just racing, and I could feel that his was racing just as fast. Suddenly I had an idea that I shared with him. 'Hey, Alvin, how would you like for me to wash you with your washcloth from head to toe?' He was like, 'Awesome! Then you'll know where all I'm ticklish.' Oh, pretty sure I have an idea on where that is. But he also asked, 'Wait, do you really wanna stop at my toes?' As I lathered up his washcloth with the soap, I was like, 'I realize 'head-to-toe' is just an expression, as I plan on saving the best for last.' Of course I was smiling with that smirk as I lowered my eyes from his face down to his munk-hood. I pretended to bring the washcloth to that right away, as if I would start there, but I pulled it away when it was just an inch away from it and said, 'Ha! Just kidding!' And we laughed for a moment before I started with his face and worked my way down his body. It was tough for me, but once I got to his belly-button I skipped down to mid-thigh and went down. After I did his toes, I went back and washed his tail and his cute butt.

"Then there was only one thing left to wash, so I started back at his belly-button, working my way down from there. He would giggle once in a while as I washed the rest of him, especially if I touched some sensitive skin. I glanced at his face to see how he was doing, since I really don't want to hurt him in such a sensitive - and spectacular - area. His eyes were closed as I started stroking the washcloth - and oftentimes, my fingers - all over his munk-hood. He also looked like he was starting to shiver with pleasure. Suddenly, there was an explosion as milky-white lava spewed from 'Mount Saint Munk-hood' onto the shower curtain. Alvin and I froze and glanced at each other for a moment. I could tell he didn't mean for that to happen, since he was blushing and covering his face. It made me blush, too. I was like, 'Uh...do you want me to stop?' He was like, 'So sorry...no, please don't stop. I like that...a lot. It's just...so you know...Britt, aside from what Uncle Giorgio did to me, I'm a virgin, and you're the first girl who has ever touched me there...like that. That's probably why Uncle Giorgio's pet name for me was 'Li'l Squirt'. It's just a 'power surge', since I'm still full of nervous energy mixed with my excitement.' I just gasped and blinked, unsure what to do next. With one hand I squeezed Alvin's hand and smiled up at him, while I used the other hand to gently pet his furry ridge between his belly-button and his munk-hood. I just tried to comfort him like, 'Hey, it's OK, Alvin. I actually thought it was kinda hot. I honestly don't see why Uncle Giorgio called you 'Li'l Squirt', since there was nothing 'little' about that 'squirt'. And despite what Uncle Giorgio did to me, I'm still a virgin, too.' Then I handed him my loofah and asked him in my own version of the sexy voice, 'Wanna wash me, now?' He started smiling as he accepted the loofah, and started snickering with that sexy mischievous twinkle in his eye. I guess that helped cheer him up!

"While he washed me, he used the same 'road map' to wash my body that I used to wash his body. His hands felt heavenly as he stroked my skin! Once in a while I could tell he was tickling me on purpose, then he was all, 'Oh, I'm sorry, are you ticklish there?' I was like, 'Ya think?' Of course, he enjoyed 'hiking' around, exploring, and 'summiting' his favorite twin peaks, even planting little kisses there, like most explorers plant flags - once the soap washed off, of course. I enjoyed that, too. And I would rather have Alvin's lips kissing me in places like that over Uncle Giorgio's lips any day. I let him know that, and Alvin said as he motioned to my boobs, 'Good thing we got you away from him way before these grew in, right?' He continued washing the rest of me, and I could tell he also enjoyed washing my butt, since he got that same mischievous twinkle in his eyes. And I liked that, too. When all he had left to wash were my lady-parts, he started blushing again. I opened my legs so he could get there easier, and he even knelt on the floor of the bathtub, but it was like he still couldn't look directly there.

"This was starting to remind me of a doctor's appointment - good thing I remembered to shave throughout this past week! I was like, 'What? Did some mud actually get down there? Or did I miss a spot shaving?' He was like, 'No...it's just...the last time I was this up close and personal with one of these, I was coming out of it while being born.' I was giggling, not just because he kinda tickled, and I said, 'But what about this past spring, when I drew you nude? I remember you saw mine at that time. You even pointed out that it was even pink, to match my bed and the rest of my clothes.' He was like, 'I was mostly talking about the screen-door that's in place as long as you're a virgin, but I've never been on the other side of yours. And when I was being born, there wasn't one in place, since Simon left the door open for me on his way out.' I laughed, 'Like Simon was being a gentleman at birth, keeping the door open for you...hoping you'd be a lady.' We both laughed, then I said, 'Obviously, you aren't a lady. And I'm sure it wasn't in place for Simon, either, since your dad had been there nine months - or one month before that, since they were regular chipmunks back then.' He was all sarcastic like, 'Are you saying that my mom isn't a virgin?' I laughed as I rubbed the top of his head, 'My mom isn't either! Hey, we have something in common!' We laughed again, and I was like, 'Please don't stop, Alvin, what you're doing feels nice.'

"We also started reminiscing about our baths back in Kindergarten, and how sometimes when Dave wasn't in the room, we'd occasionally put our foot out there to casually check each other out, usually pretending it was by accident. It may have even started accidentally, until Dave realized our legs were long enough for that to happen, so he had us take separate baths. Good times! Alvin was adorable back then, he would look at me like, 'Uh, Brittany, is that your foot? That kinda tickles!' Then I'd be like, 'Oh, I'm so sorry! Clumsy me!' Eventually, his toes would wander and start checking out my girly-bits, and we'd have the same conversation again, but in reverse. Also funny how back in that day we had no shame just calling it a 'penis' or a 'vagina', and now it feels weird to say that. I even felt weird writing it just now!"

"So true!" Simon agreed.

Jeanette continued reading, "Soon Alvin stood up and started stroking me down the middle, below my belly-button. Once he reached the underside of my lady-parts, he was going, 'Knock, knock, may I come in, M'Lady?' I was like, 'Please enter, M'Hunky-Munk!' And he got brave enough that he fingered me - but gently, of course. He let his finger just dance around in there, figuring out what I liked and what tickled. I felt brave, so I reached out and started tickling his munk-hood to see what he liked. I leaned up against his body and kissed his cheek. He turned his head, letting his nose meet mine. He took his finger out of my lady-parts and started using it to stroke across my hip, holding me with both hands at the small of my back again. I could feel with my hand that his munk-hood was starting to grow into an oak tree, so I moved my hands up to his chest and shoulders. We kissed on the lips, while I opened my mouth a little, letting his tongue dance along mine. I could also feel that his oak tree was getting harder than ever. My right leg climbed up his leg, up past his hip so that my knee was practically by his tail. He's about two or three inches taller than me, and I obviously wanted climb that tree, so his hands cupped my butt as he gave me a boost. With both of his hands now supporting me - under my butt - I was able to lift my left leg to where my knee could wrap around him.

"Both of us gasped at the moment when we could both feel that my kitty had found a cozy branch of his oak tree. He paused, smiling with the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and said, 'Awesome! I guess this means we're no longer virgins.' He kissed me again, but then paused again and asked, 'Am I hurting you, Britt?' I was smiling and breathing hard, we both kinda were. I was like, 'It kinda hurt when you first broke through there, but it kinda feels nice now, like a good stretch. But please don't stop, Alvin. I don't want this moment to end! Unless I'm hurting you. Am I?' He shook his head and said in his sexy voice, 'This feels so awesome! It's like we belong to each other, and with each other. I love it! And I love you, Brittany Charlene, M'Lady, My Princess...forever.' All I could do was hug and kiss him at that moment and say, 'I love you, Alvin Michael, M'Hunky-Munk, My Hero In Shining Armor - even though you're in your birthday suit now.' We both shared a laugh as we continued making out - both with our mouths, and with our junk. We were interrupted by a stream of cold water from the shower head. We both screamed, and he almost dropped me. I put my feet back down on the floor of the tub, noticing how eerie it felt down there as he backed out of me. I was missing him already! But the water was now periodically warm and cold, and I was a little worried that my twin peaks would turn on him and stab him if we hugged again while the water was cold. So we turned off the water. We were both missing the closeness and the intimacy by the time we were drying off and wrapping towels around us, but my sisters would kill me if we didn't leave any hot water for them.

"But we sorta took it as a 'break' or as a 'halftime'. We did the rest of our nightly bathroom routines in our towels, and I asked if he wanted to sleep in my bed instead of on the couch. He was definitely up for that! He went to the couch where he had been sleeping this past week so that he could get his duffle bag - including his hat, of course - and put it next to my bed. While he did that, I pulled out the portable accordion fold-out walls to put up some barriers around my bed so that we could have some privacy once my sisters came home. He helped arrange them, which was considerate of him. I also liked getting to see his muscular, athletic arms hard at work! Once the privacy walls were in place, we turned out the lights except for the lamp on my nightstand. He started to sit on my bed, but immediately got back up, apologizing that he forgot about the wet towel. I gave him a hug around his shoulders while he held me at my waist. I told him how sweet he is, and how much I had looked forward to taking our relationship all the way. He just squealed excitedly, 'Oh, Britt, you're awesome! And I love you so much!' He's so cute when 'awesome' is just his go-to word! His hands started wandering upwards so that he was able to 'accidentally' knock my towel off. He was like, 'Oops!' And he giggled in his sexy voice, with that mischievous twinkle in his eyes. What else was I to do besides knock off his towel? 'Oops! Clumsy me!' I decided to hang the towels over one of the privacy walls, since my sisters might not be too thrilled if I just left wet towels in a pile on the floor. He asked me if I had a preference for a certain side of the bed as he pulled back the covers. He said, 'Unless you say otherwise, I'll put you further in, you know, for protection.'

Theodore giggled. "Is that Alvin's idea of 'using protection'?"

Eleanor nodded in agreement. "Apparently so. And how Britt still managed to get pregnant is beyond me!"

Jeanette continued, "Before I could really say much else, Alvin picked me up bridal-style and then started walking across the bed on his knees to lay me a little beyond the middle of the bed. I was like, 'Oh, that's OK by me.' After he set me down on my back, he hovered over me for a moment, letting his nose rub against mine, and whispering with his lips against mine, 'Goodnight, Brittany, My Princess.' I just whispered back to him, 'Goodnight, Alvin, My Hero.' He slowly slipped his tongue into my mouth, and he started moving his head further down to where he slowly kissed and licked my chin, my neck, my collar bone, across my boobs, down my belly, even below my belly-button. I could feel his nose rubbing further down, so I parted my legs to encourage him to keep going. I was like, 'Are you really gonna do what I think you're about to do?' He said in his sexy voice, 'I want to make sure you get hot and wet, like in the shower, since I didn't bring any lube to bed with me.' He kept going, using his nose and lips at first. He was a little shy at first about using his tongue, but he soon got that going very well. He was even drooling and dribbling all over my girly-bits for extra lube, and he was breathing hard in sort of a purring and growling sound. But in case he wanted to kiss my face again, it was well worth all the extra drooling, so his mouth didn't taste like my lady-parts. It was so hot! Once I got hot and wet enough, I started crying out, 'Oh, Alvin... Alvin! ALVINNN!' He stopped and just blinked at me for a moment. I was like, 'Aww... Alvin, why did you stop? I was really enjoying that!' He was kinda shocked, but kinda relieved. He said, 'Ohhh... when I hear my name screamed like that, it's usually because I'm in trouble.' We looked at each other for a moment, then we started laughing together.

"With his right hand he started petting my cheek along my jawline, and with his left hand he started stroking his fingers along my inner and upper thighs as well as my lady-parts. He said kinda sadly, 'It's just...I don't want to hurt you, Brittany. You're My Princess, and I love you so much.' He looked like he might start crying, so to cheer him up this time, I sat up, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him on top of me in a playful manner, almost like we were wrestling for a brief moment. I was like, 'Oh, Alvin, My Hero, M'Hunky-Munk...I think you got me wet enough, and since the shower I have an 'Alvin-shaped hole' there. So go ahead and park your munk-hood where we both know it belongs.' He was like, 'Are you sure you don't want your mouth to meet it first?' I was like, 'Well...I guess that's only fair...' So Alvin rolled onto his back, while I rolled on top of him.

"Since I knew where his mouth had just been, I started with his chin and neck. Hmmm...this might not be as easy, since I realized I would be tasting fur if I just copied what he did to me. I let my nose run along his neck and chest, as I occasionally licked him. He started giggling again, saying, 'Britt, your long hair is tickling me!' Oh yeah, I forgot I left my hair down. I used a lock of my hair as if I were dusting down his body with it, even dusting along my favorite ridge of fur down beyond his belly-button. It was making him laugh. Once I reached his munk-hood, I may have felt a bit shy about this at first, but I decided to let my animal instinct take over. Dusting him with locks of my hair, kissing his munk-hood and watering it with my drool and my tongue until it grew into a mighty oak tree once again. I even felt extra playful and almost hungry for him, so I even nipped him a little with my teeth on his inner upper thighs, as well as his munk-hood. I had to make sure to balance being gentle with being playful. I said in my sexy voice, 'Do you like that?' All he could do was gasp and squeak out in a high-pitched voice, 'Oooohhh yeeeahhhh!' So then I started stroking his munk-hood with my fingers, in a feeble attempt at an impression of what he did earlier, I looked at him with some sad eyes and said, 'Oh, Alvin, I just don't want to hurt you, My Princess...'

"But I couldn't keep it up, I started laughing, which made him laugh, too. He was like, 'That's not hurting me - at least not too much. It feels awesome!' I straddled his hips on my knees, hovering my lady-parts near the top of his mighty oak tree. He placed his hands on my open thighs and started rubbing upwards to my hips. My hands were holding his elbows. I then sat down on him and we heaved a sigh together as he breached me. I giggled, 'Oops, looks like we lost our virginity again.' We laughed for a moment, then just smiled at each other.

"I didn't want that moment to end! But we could hear my sisters walking up the stairs to the Treehouse at that moment. Alvin sat up and hugged me closer to him. He whispered, 'We'll have to be quiet, and pretend like we're already asleep.' I chuckled and said, 'Good idea, I was just about to suggest the same thing.' I reached over and turned off the lamp on my nightstand. He pulled the blanket up over my shoulders and rolled back onto his back, pulling both of us down. He was still 'parked' in the garage, and I was in no hurry for him to pull out. I rolled onto my back, but pulled him on top of me, since I was curious to see if that was more comfortable. It actually was. I could hear my sisters still on the front porch, talking with Alvin's brothers, saying goodnight to them. Neither of them seemed in a hurry to come inside, and I may have fallen asleep by the time they actually came inside. I guess they thought we were already asleep at the time and they wanted to continue talking outside. Alvin continued to stroke my skin with his wonderful, guitar-hero fingers, as he started kissing my neck. He rolled to my left side, pulling out as he did so, but we were still facing each other. He whispered again, 'Britt, I'm actually getting tired after all that awesome fun I just had with you.' I was like, 'Yeah, me too. I curled up with my head on his chest, next to his shoulder, giving him a kiss on the cheek, along his jawline. He hugged me close, while we continued to pet each other and snuggle a bit throughout the night. It was the best night ever for both of us!"


A/N: At least with this chapter, I already knew the rating without having to comb through it, looking for hidden adult references. Derek is "the bully" from the Nickelodeon cartoon series, multiple episodes, Nessa is the character in the episode "Tattle Tale" (or "Tattle-Tail"(?), since it's about her pet Birdie), and she talks bad behind Brittany's back in the episode "Brittany The Body-Snatcher" (or at least that girl who isn't Annie looks like Nessa). Maybe there's a bit of a friendly rivalry going between Brittany and Nessa, like there is between Alvin and Derek. Simon calls Alvin "Mr Stinky Socks" in the episode "A Room Of One's Own". Brittany's gluten-sensitivity is something I made up in some other fanfics ("Ted's Teepee", etc). Brittany's biker jumpsuit of mostly black with pink stripes is a nod to the 1980s cartoon episode "The Greatest Show-Offs On Earth" (where she said, "...But I look horrible in black!"), and also to the Nickelodeon cartoon episode "Al-Brittina" (where she said, "...although, I'm not horrible in black!"). But I think she looks cute no matter what she wears! They attend West Eastman High in the live-action movie "The Squeak-quel". In one of the earlier episodes of a YouTube channel called "The Munkcast", they had a joke going where Alvin could say the word "panties", and it would make Brittany laugh no matter how mad she was at him. The idea for the truck splashing mud on them is from the Kate Hudson movie "How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days". The fart joke is from a time when I was in junior high, talking with my friend Amanda, and she wondered, "What if some people were doing it, and one of them tooted?"