I'm back! This time we're taking a trip into the future with my first Rated-M one-shot, and of course my first chapter from a POV that isn't Simon. This one wasn't planned though I generally think better stories can come out when passion dictates. Anywho, enjoy!
Jeanette awakes alone in the darkness, still feeling the effects of her heavy sleep. Once she raises her head up, she notices an inability to make out the usual features in the typically bright room of their tree house. She closes her eyes for a few more seconds to combat the sleep, opening them to see two blurred shapes slowly moving towards her. Their identities suddenly became apparent as they near.
"Brittany, why are you up this early? Simon, is that you?"
Confused, the Chipette attempts to sit up in order to address them properly but finds her arms holding back her effort. She pulls her limbs while looking to her side to determine what exactly is holding her back.
"Are those ropes?" she thought to herself. "Why would I be restrained in my own bed?"
Turning back to the silent figures at the foot of her bed, she repeats her desire for clarification in regards to the morning's strange anomalies.
"Wha-what is going on? Did you guys tie me up?"
Brittany breaks away from her position standing by Simon to meet at her sister's side. Thankfully she's finally addressed, though the voice's tone shakes her.
"We are here to give you what you have desired for the last two years Jeanette. I heard you whispering in your sleep. Did you really think I wouldn't find out?"
Jeanette speechlessly watches her prettier sister crawl over her, straddling her stomach. Brittany didn't know about her dreams, she couldn't have known. She knew Simon commonly suffered from talking in his sleep, though not her, right? Her eyes dart back and forth before resting on the smirking face of the pink-clad body holding her down.
"You know," she whispers.
Her body begins to feel colder from the revelation and the uncertainty of what that conclusion meant for them both. Not to mention her lack of covers.
"And you tied yourself up, remember?"
Simon must have stepped up to her other side as his sudden voice jerks her head towards him.
"N-no, I did not!"
Not even a flinch occurred from the Chipmunk at her response. She feels flustered by the unusual events taking place and her voice evidently shows it. She gazes into his mesmerizing blue eyes, those trusting eyes. He was always a handsome 'munk, and she confesses to having found her inner thoughts on him many times. He would always be my first crush, just as she knew he would always be honest with her.
A slow touch makes its way up her body as Brittany descends towards her face. Mischievously eyes. An ear brushes her cheek. The breath of words touch her ear.
"You want us."
Those three words. A shiver passes through her body, and while she opens her mouth to respond, nothing escapes. There is no point, even if words could come together to respond. She knew Brittany would never believe her and her sister's confident grin proves her point.
Simon reaches his hand up, taking Brittany's neck in his grip before teasing a kiss of her glazed lips. Instead the target diverts to the left exposed shoulder of his girlfriend. Watching their embrace closely, Jeanette senses the same passionate touches over her own body, savoring them.
Relaxing, Jeanette overhears Brittany firmly whispering something about three nonnegotiable rules to Simon.
"Excuse me, shouldn't I get to set some rules here!" as she pulls on her restraints.
The pink and blue pair turn to her, replying together.
"You have."
"Don't worry Jeanette, you will receive everything you have been wishing for once we are done with you."
Is that really true? This entire experience has been ominous so far. Do they really expect her to believe she tied herself up or set rules she never said? She could not, for the life of her, ignore the sincerity in Simon's voice. No malice tainted his words so they must be true.
"Tonight Simon gets your panties. I know you have wanted him in the past."
"Wait, what?"
Brittany's words bring her back to the present. Now that Simon belongs to her sister, there is no way Brittany is seriously going to let Simon take her undergarment. Her heart skips a quick beat from not only her sister's surprise approval but also the realization of the pending moment with the crush her sister stole from her.
Her eyes widen as Simon, no longer visible to her, deliberately takes ages to slide his hands up her legs, beneath her silky purple nightgown. He is really doing this and Brittany is letting him! The thought combines with his advancing touch as he lightly moves his thumbs towards her center, feeling her shutter before reversing course, never reacting their target. Brittany looks down upon her, drinking in her reaction, enjoying the power she seems to have over her.
"Do you still want him?" Brittany inquires, leaning in again to brush her lips on her captor's neck this time. "Us?" she whispers.
"Y-yes Brittany." Her voice soft and nervous.
"I thought so."
Part of her wanted to resist, though the stronger curious, but devious, part of her wanted to give in. It wanted to learn the "what if," but more importantly experience the truth. A truth she knew, one she craved.
Brittany begins to kiss the base of her neck, moving upwards, while Simon starts his lengthy journey once more. He loops his fingers around the thin leg strips of panty fabric, slowly rolling them off as Jeanette arches her body just enough to assist.
Jeanette had thought about him enough before and even more now, her lust clearly evident. What was he doing with her light purple butterfly panties? Did he like them? Was he staring at her exposed skin? She felt sticky wetness soaking her thighs, and the thought of Simon peeking sent a thrill through her body stronger than what her sister currently provided her.
"Simon," she barely whispers aloud.
Movement at the foot of the bed signaled Simon's return to Brittany as she pulls up to meet his advance. Handing something to Brittany, Jeanette quickly realizes it's her panties once her sister displays them for her before taking a long sniff. The action intrigues her, wondering what they smell like to her dominate partner.
Her mind drifts away as Simon embraces Britt with his long arms from behind, kissing the Chipette's neck in return. She imagines their fierce loving touch as her own considering her restraint prevents her from direct involvement. Both girls tilt their head in unison, closing their eyes to fully absorb the impact of each kiss. If only this could last forever.
The weight on her stomach lifts and Jeanette bends her head to watch curiously while the pair before her switch positions. She unexpectedly feels herself slide towards the foot of the bed, despite her arms being bound. How was that possible? She could see underneath her sister's pink skirt to Simon who appears to be removing his blue shorts. Before she has a chance to see his munkhood, Brittany straddles her stomach again, this time with her back to her and a tail flicking at her nose.
Panic quickly sets in as she asks, "Isn't there a rule about that?"
While she was not able to hear all the rules, she felt that having sex with her sister's boyfriend, whatever her desires, was certainly not a rule she would leave out. If she indeed made the rules as Simon claimed.
Jeanette feels fur brush her inner thighs before Simon meets her eyes over Brittany's shoulder to respond directly to her question.
"There is Jeanette."
"Don't worry little sis; do you think I would let him do anything I would not approve of?"
"I guess that makes sense."
She relaxes as she watches Brittany and Simon looking down at her warm, exposed flesh. Suddenly she feels something even warmer touching her, gently moving up and down her lips in a slow, rhythmic fashion. A new sensation began to flow through her body as the pair above stares before once more passionately kiss, swaying to the new movement.
"If this is something Brittany would actually approve of, perhaps I should return her the favor," she reasoned to herself.
Breaking an arm free from its restraint, Jeanette nervously moves her hand underneath the edge of her sister's skirt to grab her clothed booty. She feels Brittany flinch from the contact, though otherwise ignores it. Feeling more confident, she slides her hand into the panties before her, guiding herself towards the wettest and warmest location. Brittany breaks contact with Simon as she begins to match the 'munks movements, magnifying her pleasure.
Simon ends his rocking horse sway, and Brittany's body shuffles backwards, stopping with her panties over her face.
"You are not going to do what I think you are going to do, are you?"
Between her sister's legs she catches a glimpse of her extracting the clear fluid from the very tip of Simon's leaking member.
"Of course Jeanette. You wanted to be involved and experience the truth so do just that."
Brittany is right, she did want to be involved. Not just with Simon, but her sister too. It felt wrong, in a way, to admit she secretly craved it all, though she knew there is more to her desires than what meets their eyes.
The pink panties above begin to descend as Jeanette moves the fabric aside, hidden under the short skirt. She had never tasted a girl's juice before so finding it sweet was a surprise to her, fittingly like honey. She had thought of trying her own before but chickened out at the last second. Perhaps a factor in its taste comes down to diet; Brittany did like to eat her fruits regularly.
The bed's movement once again diverts her thoughts as someone climbed just behind her head. Brittany lifts off her face to provide line of sight to Simon, who raised his girlfriend back to her knees. Her eyes widen as she witnesses Simon above her face, also on his knees, as he pulls down Brittany's soft bikini panties. She had never seen a male's anatomy so up close and personal.
She suddenly felt shy about what she'd be doing, though the feeling found itself replaced once more by a better one. Looking down her body, she caught the culprit - Brittany had decided to plant her face between her legs.
Meanwhile, a smacking noise fully diverts her attention back to the sight directly above her. Simon is actually having sex with Brittany, in her full view! She stared mesmerized.
"Wow, so this is what it is like," Jeanette whispers to herself. "I will probably never witness sexual intercourse from this angle again."
Part of her felt jealous to witness Simon choosing Brittany over her again, but he wasn't hers to have and that has been the case for a long time now. The other part was strangely honored to see exclusive the raw love of two important chipmunks to her up close.
Love is a beautiful thing, just as flowers are. She chuckles at the sight of Simon's testicles moving with each thrust of his hips and she reaches her free hand up to gently squeeze the fuzzy balls, interrupting their rhythm. Letting go, she simply absorbs the sight above, imagining one day being in Brittany's place experiencing the same passion with a special partner of her own.
The rhythm changes once more, causing Brittany to abandon her post with an expression she's experienced herself on occasion. Simon's face above hers tenses up and she knew this was the moment. No, really just a moment. From everything she knew, these two have more love built up than any single action.
"So do I," she realizes. "I did tie myself up, and I did make the rules. Not just for you guys but for me too."
"And Happy Birthday Britt," she adds with a little smirk.
"Happy Birthday to you too Jeanette," her sister replies back between breaths.
The trio rearranges themselves and Jeanette contemplates Brittany and Simon snuggling together, each holding onto the other's tail. She had to admit the sight was extremely cute, finally giving her the resolve to let Simon go for good. He is safe with Brittany and she will find her own happiness.
The last restraint holding her vanishes before the couple beside her begins to follow suit. Realization of true purpose of the restraints dawn on her, leaving herself thankful. While they may be gone for now, their legacy will remain.
Off in the distance a pair of familiar eyes lock with hers, causing her heart to skip and a nervous laugh to escape her.
"Maybe one day we will make it happen."
The room fades with the rising sun and she awakes in her own bed smiling, one arm wrapped tightly around her favorite stuffed animal and the other reaching down her wet panties to show for her fantasy night.
I hope I illustrated my point well enough to get across the underlying reasons for Jeanette's dream, as well as why events occurred as they did. Feel free to review as I love hearing the thoughts of others!