"Theo Pleeeeeease!" She pleaded as Theodore continued to circle around her clit with his fingers touching it for only the briefest time. His cock pressed underneath her, spreading her folds around it. Eleanor bucked and grinded herself against him, desperate to get him inside her. God, she was wet!
"No, not yet," Theodore responded sharply with a smack to her ass before he continued to tease her, whispering in her ear from behind. "I don't think you're ready yet." He said stretching out her torturous pleasure, his other hand roughly squeezing her breast. "I don't know if you really want it."
"I do! I really, really do Theo! It's all I want! Please, just TAKE ME!" she screamed at her lover begging him. At last, she felt him prodding at her entrance, she was finally about to feel him inside her. She felt herself stretching open…
Suddenly Eleanor was startled awake by her 8 o'clock alarm, yawning she proceeded to slam her paw on the button turning it off. Burying her head in her pillow she groaned in frustration. 'Another failed wet dream, how does that even happen?' She thought to herself. Sighing she pulled out her dream journal, detailing everything she could remember about her dream. What she had done, what Theodore had done, and what she wanted more of in the next dream. Plus what she wanted in real life.
It wasn't as though they hadn't done anything, but why did she have to instigate it every time? Eleanor loved the feeling of Theodore's paws grabbing her ass, squeezing her tits, or pulling her against him. But he never did so on his own initiative, she always had to put his paws where she wanted them. To guide him where he should be. To show him where to grab her.
'Just once I'd like him to initiate, to kiss me first, to explore my body the way I want to explore his.' Eleanor wrote in her journal. 'To feel him slip his paws under my skirt, past my panties, to feel him grab me and bend me over while he fucks me hard and rough. I don't even care where it even is, I just want him to take me.'
"That's enough." She said aloud. Going to close her journal her eyes fell on the last dirty dream she had, the one involving her sisters. The one where she had Jeanette between her legs and herself between Brittany's lapping away as...
"Snap out of it Eleanor." She said to herself closing her journal for real this time before getting up. Deciding not to change out of the shirt she had slept in she walked out of her room hearing the shower running, based on the noises coming out of the bathroom it was probably Brittany. Shrugging her shoulders Eleanor walked downstairs and began making breakfast.
She didn't do it every day, but she felt like making a big breakfast this morning. While getting the girdle ready for the bacon, Miss Miller walked into the kitchen.
"Ohhhhh, it's terrible, just terrible!" She wailed. Before Eleanor could ask what was wrong, MissMiller continued. "Fanny-Anne, you remember her, don't you? Well, it seems she fell and broke her hip. I told her I would come help her until she was all healed up, so I'll be gone for a good few weeks girls. Don't get into trouble!" Miss Miller rambled not noticing Eleanor was the only one present as she gathered up her luggage.
"Okaayyy then. Bye." Eleanor said a bit confused. She and her sisters had moved in with Miss Miller a few years back when their privacy became a bigger concern than sleeping in the same room. Still, they had grown to having Miss Miller around, it wouldn't be the same around here without her. 'Might be a bit more organized though.' She thought grinning at Miss Miller's trademarked absentmindedness while preheating the oven.
She was still making breakfast when the front door opened again. "Did you forget something, Miss Miller?" Eleanor asked without looking.
"N.. No, di.. did she go somewhere?" Simon stammered behind her. Looking behind her, Eleanor saw a slightly red-faced Simon nervously pushing his glasses back into place carrying a medium sized package under his arm.
"Yeah, apparently an old friend got hurt and she's going to help her recover. Is something wrong Simon?" Eleanor asked
"NO! I mean, no I'm fine. Why do you ask? I have a present for Jeanette." He stuttered shuffling from one foot to the other.
"Okay, well she's out on her morning walk so she'll probably be a while," Eleanor said confused at Simon's strange behavior.
"Okay," Simon said nervously. "Okay. I'm going to go put this in her room." He declared while going up the stairs.
"Well, that was weird," Eleanor said to the empty air as Simon walked out of sight. 'I wonder what he got her as a present?' she wondered. Bending over Eleanor put a tray of raisin muffins in the oven.
'Hmf, maybe Simon is scared he put something in Jeanette's oven.' She giggled to herself before sighing. 'At least that's not something I need to worry about when Theodore's showing no interest. Still isn't worth not being in his interest though.' She thought dejectedly.
Eleanor's phone buzzed unexpectedly with a text from Theodore.
Hey Ellie, I just wanted to make sure we were still good for the picnic tonight. You made your cheesecake, right?
Eleanor's stomach dropped in guilt, she had completely forgotten about the picnic cheesecake when she went to bed the night before. It was an all-day event and she had promised to help referee the preschool Tee ball tournament that afternoon. A quick look at the clock showed it was already almost 8:30 and the first game started at 11. 'Crap.' She thought, she couldn't bear to let the little kids down.
I'm so sorry Theo. I completely forgot about it, and I have plans today. I can still do the Picnic, but I can't make the cheesecake in time.
While waiting for a reply she felt terrible for forgetting it, she knew Theodore loved her cheesecake. As she thought of ways to repay him her dreams from the night before began to fill her thoughts. 'Maybe I could actually let him get past second base tonight. Maybe even…'
Her thoughts were cut off with a new reply.
That's fine Ellie, it happens to everyone. How about I make the Cheesecake then? You keep the recipe in your cooking journal in your room, right?
'That's my Theo.' Eleanor smiled to herself happily. 'Quick to forgive and quicker to help.' Replying to Theodore in agreement she heard Simon run down the stairs far too quickly before stopping in the doorway. Turning to look at him she saw his glasses were askew, his breathing was heavy, his face was redder than Alvin's shirt and his jeans were noticeably tented.
Sighing a bit Eleanor turned to face him. "Let me guess, Brittany decided to walk naked down the hall again? I'm sorry, she's been doing that lately." She apologized. 'Not that you mind all that much.' A small voice said in the back of her head. 'Brittany has a great body.'
Looking up at her Simon gaped like a fish before turning even redder and running out the door. Sighing, Eleanor called to her sister upstairs. "Brittany! I made Breakfast!"
'I can't believe I'm going to do this.' Simon thought to himself. It had been a little over a month since he had found Jeanette's secret on her laptop. A whole month of constantly thinking about his project and working on it. Not to mention worrying about how Jeanette was going to react when he finally revealed it to her. A look at his room's wall clock showed it was past 8. He knew Jeanette usually went on a walk at 7:30 and would be back around 9.
It had been an honest accident that he found out at all. He really was only looking for her notes on their science project when he borrowed her computer. What he found instead shocked more than he could have imagined and aroused him more than he thought possible.
Page after page of female chastity belts and erotica regarding the fetish. Simon would never have believed Jeanette could be such a fetishist, but he could hardly judge her on that count. 'How many times have I thought of having Brittany or Eleanor with us? Or even just them? Sometimes even Alvin or Theodore' Simon thought to himself.
While initially quite surprised Simon had to admit that some of Jeanette's more unusual sexual behaviors were very well explained by the revelation. Her immense enjoyment of fellatio for example, and to a lesser extent, her distaste for cunnilingus, as well as her claims of disliking pleasuring herself.
After finding out Jeanette's secret, Simon had begun his own research. Between his private 3D printer, careful examination of the various styles of belts and attachments, and study of chipmunk anatomy, he had done it. Simon had created not only a belt for Jeanette but a small vibrating anal plug as well as a small dildo modeled after Simon's own member. It wasn't as though he had access to views of many others of course, although he did make it slightly smaller to be as comfortable for Jeanette as it could be. Both could be inserted through the chastity belt and locked into place.
Simon couldn't stop imagining Jeanette in his invention, and only it. His thoughts drifted to what he would have her do if she agreed. 'Perhaps I'll have her beg? Or maybe bring her right to the edge of her orgasm before stopping the toys? Or should I lose all inhibitions and just have her rim me?' He thought lustily.
Packing his "present" for Jeanette into a box along with the note he had written for her and a small bottle of lube, Simon left his room and began his trip to the girl's house careful to ensure all his experiments were inert and safety precautions employed. A little over a year earlier Simon had accidentally left a chemical hotplate running and caused a runaway fire that had consumed the Seville house. Luckily no one had been home and Dave had purchased incredible insurance, though expecting Alvin to cause the damage, who still hadn't let Simon live it down.
Turning to the walkway to Miss Miller's house Simon saw her leave the house heading towards her car muttering something. He immediately hid behind the tree fearing for his life considering Miss Miller's driving. Only after she had turned the corner did he feel safe enough to come out.
Opening the door to the Chippettes house he was greeted by the gorgeous sight of Eleanor's ass outlined by her slightly too tight panties and slightly too short shirt. Her panties were a pale yellow and hugged her well-endowed cheeks showing every curve of her rear. Her white nightshirt came down to just past her hips, but her tail kept it from fully covering Simon's view.
Blood had long since rushed to his cock, but as he realized she had asked him a question much of it came back only to show his blushing. Stammering his way past Eleanor's questions he began to flee up the stairs. Looking behind him, he saw Eleanor bent over and stretched the material even further, showing much of her pale butt cheeks. 'Theodore is a lucky munk.' He thought to himself. 'I wonder how far they've gone together? I wonder what they're even into?' Simon couldn't help but imagine how Eleanor would look naked. How great the view would have been if she hadn't been wearing panties this morning. He knew she chose to go commando when she was required to wear tight clothing, she had said as much when she had done ballet.
Walking past the bathroom he heard the shower turn off, presumably by Brittany, and a small part of him briefly wondered what would happen if chanced a look. 'Probably a black eye, if I'm lucky. And then Jeanette almost certainly won't even consider wearing the belt tonight. Not that I would ever actually do it' He reassured himself.
Walking into Jeanette's room he couldn't help the fantasies that dance through his head. The ones about the girls he knew were natural, if the ones where they interacted weren't, but it was the ones about his brothers he wasn't so sure about. Pushing himself into Theodore, or feeling Alvin pushing into him.
About a month earlier Simon had accidentally walked into the bathroom as Alvin was changing and saw his cock. Simon would never admit to anyone, and tried not to even to himself, that his first thought was how would it feel inside him?
Simon knew self-exploration was healthy and natural, the rebuilt house with its individual rooms had allowed him to "explore" to his heart's content at night. It hadn't taken him long to realize he enjoyed anal stimulation. The majority of the time he had imagined it as anilingus performed on him. But ever since seeing Alvin naked he had been toying with insertion…
'Stop it Simon, get back home, rub one out, then focus on your day.' He thought to himself sternly. 'You still need to judge that science fair this afternoon.' Walking out of Jeanette's room Simon heard Brittany moan his name quietly.
Worried that she might have fallen and hurt herself on her hardwood floor he peeked in her door only to be paralyzed at the sight before him.
Brittany was on the bed, facing away from him towards her nightstand with her face planted on the mattress eyes shut tight. She was rocking herself back and forth on a bright pink vibrator, one hand underneath her rubbing her clit. The other was pumping a smaller blue toy in and out of her asshole.
"Alivinnn…" Brittany moaned "are going to let me get away with thinking about Simon right now?" she said forcefully shoving the smaller phallus in even harder "or are you going to punish me? Make sure I never think about him again?" It took Simon's brain several minutes to fully comprehend what he was seeing but when it did it hit him like a freight train. 'She's thinking about me?' Simon couldn't help slowly stroking himself over his jeans.
Simon could only watch in wonder as Brittany rode herself to what looked like a powerful orgasm. Realizing he would get much worse than a black eye if he was caught he left quickly, almost running down the stairs.
When he was back in the kitchen Eleanor saw him and sighed "Let me guess, Brittany decided to walk naked down the hall again? I'm sorry, she's been doing that lately." Putting her hand on her hips she only accentuated the problems caused by such a short shirt showing more skin around her hips and exposing more of her ample cleavage. Unable to bring himself to answer and unwilling to risk embarrassing himself further he simply ran out the door, hearing Eleanor call her sister as he left.
Brittany awoke to the sound of her sister Jeanette dropping her shampoo in the shower as she was getting out. 'Having the room closest to the bathroom was supposed to let me shower first every morning and not wake anyone else up, that's worked out greaaat' She thought to herself irritably. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes Brittany turned towards her bedroom door which was slightly ajar and gasped quietly in surprise.
Through the door she saw Jeanette bending over at the waist to pick up the fallen shampoo bottle. She was wearing nothing more than a towel wrapped around her chest which did absolutely nothing to hide her modesty from this angle. Her tail stood straight up providing her balance and exposing her nether region to the fluorescent light of the bathroom. Her heart-shaped butt cheeks seemed to guide the eyes to her lower lips, spread ever so slightly revealing the bright pink underneath.
Brittany couldn't help herself from staring while Jeanette finished picking up the bottle and put it back on the shower shelf. Closing her eyes Brittany pretended to still be asleep when Jeanette turned around.
Waiting for Jeanette to walk back to her room, Brittany's paw went straight between her legs. 'Why was that so freaking hot?' She thought to herself. 'I wonder what it would feel like to sit on her… NO.'
Forcing herself to stop touching herself Brittany turned away from the door and tried going back to sleep, it was still before 8 after all. But every time she closed her eyes she couldn't help thinking of Jeanette. Finally sighing in frustration, she got up and walked to the hallway closet in front of Jeanette's room to grab a towel when Jeanette opened her bedroom door.
Hearing her gasp, Brittany turned to look Jeanette in the eye. She noticed her sisters' eyes wandered low and stayed down longer than they needed to. "Enjoying the view?" Brittany teased. She had done this more than once, but this was the first time she was right in front of her one of her sisters, Brittany couldn't help the excitement that built up inside her.
"NO! I mean, of course not. You just, I was surprised that's all." Jeanette said nervously as her face turned bright red. "I'm going for my walk now." She said rushing past Brittany.
Sighing in relief Brittany grabbed her towel and walked to the bathroom. 'Enjoying the view? Are you trying to creep her out Britt?' She thought to herself while starting the shower. 'Whatever just try to think about other things. Like what Alvin might do tonight'
It was Friday night and Alvin owed her big time after missing the last two. 'So, what if one was because he was sick and the other was a karate tournament?' She thought to herself. Brittany had no idea what Alvin had planned but, while she would never admit it to him, his plans were almost always fun.
Brittany's hand sneaked its way back between her legs as she got in the shower. "Mmmnh, I wonder what he thinks about when he's in the shower?" She asked the wall in front of her. 'Does he think of me on my knees sucking his cock? Or maybe fucking me from behind while spanking me? Pulling my tail hard, slamming me against the wall while I moan his name.' She thought while sliding a finger in and out of her folds.
'Maybe he doesn't imagine just me. Maybe sometimes he imagines my sisters too.' Brittany thought as lust filled her mind. 'Making us worship his cock, me kissing him while I push Eleanor's head down on his cock while Jeanette licks away at me.'
Brittany continued to pleasure herself, never quite bringing herself to orgasm until she heard Eleanor get up and go downstairs. "Crap, I wasn't exactly quiet, was I?" She said to herself and reluctantly removed her hand from her pussy.
Beginning to actually bathe herself she had just rinsed the last of the shampoo from her hair when she heard footsteps come up the stairs. Turning off the water she looked through the slightly open door and saw a blue shirt walk past. Seeing Simon's head turn slightly as he passed the door Brittany had a sudden thought. 'What would he do if I just walked out naked right now?' A part of her was tempted, she could just blame him for looking if she did it. 'But what if he didn't? What if he just took me right there?' She wondered to herself, clearly, she was still horny.
Wrapping a towel around herself she walked across the hall to her room, only lightly slipping on her hardwood floor. She picked up her phone and placed it on her nightstand after setting it to record. Brittany had done this only a few times before, but it had been incredibly hot every time, and now she wanted to mix it up a little.
Pulling a hot pink vibrator out of her drawer plus its smaller blue friend she immediately went to work. She had prepared herself plenty in the shower and the larger vibrator easily slipped inside her folds stretching her. Brittany moaned as it did so. She began to lightly ride the toy as she toyed with her clit. She whispered sexily at her phone "Oh Alvin, is this really all you want me to do? All you want to do to me? I want you Alvin, I want to be your bitch, I want you to put me in my place."
Brittany's memories drifted back to the first time she and Alvin had sex, only a few short months ago soon after they "officially" began dating. They had played plenty before that but never anything more than oral. "I remember the first time Alvin, you were so strong, so tough. I thought you were going to do everything you wanted to do to me. Then you stopped, why'd you stop Alvinnnn?" She moaned as she slowly worked her ass open with her fingers.
"Maybe your brother's more of a man than you are huh? Maybe he'll fuck me like a bitch I am? Maybe I'll let him take my ass and you can watch." She whispered at her phone. "I think he is, he's about to make me his bitch like you won't, Simonnnn!" She moaned the last word a bit louder than she meant too as she slipped the smaller blue dildo inside her ass. She was surprised by how much she meant what she was saying. She wanted Alvin more than anyone but the thought of Simon taking her, of dominating her was better than she had thought it would be.
"Alivinnn…" Brittany moaned "are going to let me get away with thinking about Simon right now?" she said forcefully shoving the smaller phallus in even harder "or are you going to punish me? Make sure I never think about him again?"
She slowly increased her pace before having an incredibly powerful orgasm. Hearing footsteps go down the stairs she idly thought in her afterglow 'Simon sure was in Jeanette's room for a long time.' Panting slightly, she picked up her phone and saved the video. She put it in a message to Alvin, lightly teasing herself while she did so. She kept her finger raised above the send button. She had done this many times before, videoed herself masturbating and idly thought of sending the video to Alvin to tease him. But she never did. 'I don't want him thinking I'm a slut or anything.' She thought to herself.
Soon though Brittany heard Eleanor's call to breakfast, coupled with a loud rumble in her stomach she turned quickly off her bed throwing her phone on her pillow and throwing on a pair of panties and a shirt before going downstairs, never noticing her phone was sending the video.