Pedobear = Please take note that 90% of children from ages 4-12 have crushes on their parents before or during the first stages of puberty.

Alvin

The morning came, sun rising up to the blue skies. Looking through the window, there're no clouds in sight, hinting them that this is going to be a good day. This's the day they're allowing the world to know the children. Though, he isn't 100% happy about it, but if the kids are happy about it, then he's happy about it. Plus, it gives them the opportunity they've missed to look at the outside world like go to the beach, walk on parks, and if they like it they're going to have a concert, like famous celebrities kind of concert.

He got up from bed a few hours ago. After breakfast, he made a short mating session with Brittany in their room. After that, they took a bath together as always, and then he changed to his white dinner jacket (Tuxedo for American English) with a red bow tie. The limousine was going to fetch them at exactly 1:30PM and it's already 11:30, that means there's only two hours left on the clock. And to add, the kids are still taking a bath. After much arguments, he let the girls go first, since - just like Brittany in her teenage years - they take more than an hour in the bathroom.

He faced the mirror, adjusting his bow tie. After giving himself a few poses, he turned behind him. Brittany was sitting on her dresser, wearing her pink dress, the same dress she wore when they won the international music awards. With glitters on it, she looked more like the queen of the angels of seduction. She was facing her mirror, brushing her wet hair. Smiling, Alvin slowly sneaked up behind her and placed his paws on her shoulders. With one kiss on the neck, he heard her contented moan. The moan she usually makes during their mating session. As much as it aroused him, he had to think about the time. Only about two hours left.

Placing his chin on her shoulder, he looked at the mirror of the dresser, looking at their reflection. "You still have to comb your hair?"

She placed a paw on top of his. "If I look beautiful to you, then I don't have to."

He gave her a light chuckle, a soft one to compliment the silence. "You're already beautiful. You can have your hair like a clown's, but I won't mind." Alvin reached for her hair pin on the dresser. He leaned back and caressed the soft fur that made her hair. "You have the softest fur, you know that?"

"Coming from the hottest chipmunk in the world, that means a lot." She commented.

He chuckled softly again, as if in a scene of a quiet, romantic movie where two lovers sit and talk on a couch in front of the fireplace while listening to a slow, romantic music. Alvin caressed her hair one last time before tying it back into her signature ponytail. He kissed her one last time on the neck, earning back her luscious moan.

"So, how does it look?" He asked.

She faced sideways, examine her hair. "What do you think?" She asked.

He chuckled again. "It's your hairstyle. I don't know whether I did it good or bad."

She faced the mirror again. "But do I look beautiful to you?" She asked.

"Of course you do." He answered.

She smiled at his reflection. "Then that's what matters." With that, she stood up and looked at him, still smiling. He felt the world sink into ecstasy as his eye drank the sight of her purest body. The glitters sparkled all over it, and the dress itself stood out with her beauty completely. Just by the sight, he can hear the words 'Hug me now' in his head. "If I look beautiful to you, then that's that."

She tucked a strand of her hair back. The way her hair swayed in her movements made him want to caress it again. ''Oh, we are so getting it on tonight." He said.

Brittany giggled. Alvin felt his eardrums relaxed. "You don't look bad yourself, Alvin."

As she leaned in to kiss him, he leaned forward, following her lead. But when he thought she was going to kiss him on the lips, he was wrong. Her lips made contact with his nose, and that's that. Then again, he felt teased. "What? That's all?"

Brittany giggled again. "I just love the feeling when I tease you. It makes you more excited for the next time we mate."

Alvin frowned. "Oh, you are so gonna get it tonight."

. . . . . . .

Ally

After a heated argument with the boys, Ally and Alienelle finally got out of the bathroom. After giving her brothers a deathly glare, they passed them and headed back to their room, locked the door. She and Alienelle have changed into their clothes, light pink shirt over a pink jacket with a matching skirt. Their mother told them not to wear anything special, so she decided to wear what her mother wore when they were teenagers. And Ally and Alienelle have been wearing those for as long as they can remember. Most of them were made by their mom, and some (Just some) were owned by her.

Ally faced the mirror, standing upright, giving herself a few poses. Her fur was in a level between damp and cold, but the fur on her head was undoubtedly soaked. She could just get a towel to dry it, but their mom told them to let it dry naturally. Wiping it, or using a hair blower will cause it to lose some of the nutrients that were supposed to dig under the scalp and nourish the follicles. Or... at least, that's what Aunt Jeanette said.

"Hey, Ally, is your hair still wet?" Alienelle asked.

"Yes, it is, Nelle." She answered.

"You know, Elisha has a blower, if you want to use it."

"No thanks."

Alienelle wiped her skirt, conscious of the tiniest spot of dust that's not even visible. "Well, I'm done. Can I leave you now? I still have to let mommy do my hair."

Ally looked at her with a face that said 'seriously?'. "You still let mommy do your hair?" She asked.

"Yeah. I want it to be like hers."

"Mom and I have the same hairstyle, you know. I can just do yours if you want."

"No thanks. It wouldn't be the same without her. Mom and dad usually give me a kiss after mom's done doing my hair. And that's what makes it special."

"Remind me to let mom do my hair next time."

"Sure.''

With that, Alienelle left the room, leaving her alone with her reflection. She touched her hair slightly, it was still soaked. But not as soaked as before. Then she felt it was alright to style it into her ponytail already. She went to her bedside table, opened the drawer and grabbed her ribbon. While Alienelle and her mom are use hair pins, she uses a pink hair ribbon to tie her hair into a ponytail. For some reason, she just likes it that way. She feels like the pink ribbon adds colour into her hair, and its silkiness matched perfectly with the gentle sway of her hair.

She went back to the mirror again, this time, trying to tie her hair into a ponytail. Looking at the sides, she noticed that the back of her hair still had few smears of shampoo she forgot to wash. She frowned, blaming her brothers for this mess. But she can't just barge into the bathroom, see her brothers naked just to get her hair wet again. No way. And besides, the shampoo's specially made for chipmunks, and it's not going to be visible under her auburn fur.

She stretched the ribbon and reached for the back on her head, trying to collect her hair. But when she tried to put the ribbon into place, the wetness of her hair, plus the shampoo made it slippery. The ribbon fell back. She tried doing it again, but with the same result. Groaning in frustration, she tried shaking the water out of her fur, but it didn't help much. She tried it again, but with the same result.

"Excuse me, Ally, can I help you with that?" She heard a voice as she groaned again. She looked at the door, Stanley stood with a casual expression. His face's the same, but what wasn't was his glasses.

"Stanley? What's with the glasses?" She asked.

"It's in the genes. The rest of my brothers and sisters are going to start wearing it someday." Stanley walked into the room. "Do you need help with that? With our room open, we could hear you groaning. I just thought you needed help."

'Note to self, control voice' Ally thought to herself as she blushed in embarrassment. "Oh, really? Sorry about that. I appreciate the offer, but I got it." She told him.

Ally faced the mirror again, fighting the urge to stair at his reflection. Alright, there's no reason to keep this secret. To her, Stanley is kind of cute. She teased Alvin for having a crush on Serene, but she's the one having a crush on Stanley. But to think of it, 'Crush' is kind of an understatement. Alright, so she might love him just a little bit, but so what? To think, Alvin might be crazy about Serene. Perhaps, he even has a shoe box under his bed full of pictures of her. Or drawings of her that showed some inappropriate poses. Just saying.

Brushing off her thoughts, she tried to tie her hair back again. But just the same as the last time, the ribbon fell off. She sighed. So, there's nothing wrong about a boy helping your hair, right? Alienelle has daddy doing her hair with mommy. So...

She turned behind her, Stanley was still standing there. 'Does he even think I'm a bit... even just a bit beautiful?' She asked herself. She blushed as she said "I think I might need just a little help. But I don't think you'll do any good."

Stanley chuckled. "Try me." He walked closer to her. Ally handed (Pawed) him the ribbon. Their furs brushed against each other, making Ally blush some more.

Stanley signalled her to turn around and face the mirror. She pretended to stair at her hair while Stanley did it, but she was actually looking at his face. His facial features stood out in his blue sweater perfectly. His eyes were a bit sharp, giving him a 'bad boy' kind of look. It's intimidation's even magnified by his glasses that didn't seem to affect his facial features. He might look like a bad guy on the outside, but on the inside, his actually pretty kind, not to mention smart.

She didn't notice he was already done. "There, don't you look..." He stopped, as if trying to refrain from saying a specific word.

'He was going to say beautiful.' She told herself. 'Okay, now you're just getting your hopes high.' She told herself again. "I look what?" She asked, trying to squeeze out that last word.

Stanley sighed. "Look, I'm saying this as your cousin, not as an average chipmunk who isn't related to you. You look beautiful."

'Told'ya so!' A voice inside her shouted. She couldn't fight the blush and the heat rising on her face. "Well, thank you, Stanley."

She faced the mirror. And surprisingly, the ribbon stood where it was, tied neatly into an unusual knot. It didn't fall off. Though her hair was on its usual ponytail, there were some loose strands that not only was an improvement to her hairstyle, but also amplified the colour of her hair. "Wow. How'd you do that?" She asked.

"I'm good with knots. And my mom ties her ribbon like this too, regardless if it's wet or dry.'' He answered.

"Well, I think you found your talent." She complimented.

Stanley chuckled again. "I know. Well anyways, I have to go. My dad's reading us a book, and I don't want to miss it."

"Hehe, yeah, you do that."

She watched as Stanley's figure vanished. Then she noticed she was holding her breath the whole time. With a sigh to let the air out, she noticed her heart was pounding against her chest at a rapid rate.

I thought I got less reviews in the last chapter because it was too long (that's what she said). So, I'm going to make things short, and hope for a burst of reviews this time. Peace out!

And in just 1 hour and 30 minutes, I'M GOING TO BE 15 TOMORROW! WOOO!

I'm gonna be old enough to get my Student driver's license.

I'd be happy if someone wishes me happy birthday. Please? Bros? Sis's? Brothas? Sistas?