I'm back! Hehe, can't say for how long though. This little story is based on one I made with someone I really enjoyed spending time with (even though short), taking place before Breakdown and loosely related to Jeanette's Brimon Fantasy. Enjoy!

"It's showtime!"

Two sisters, one on each side of his bed, lean over his lower torso taking in the task set in front of them. In a heated betting argument, they pitted themselves against one another for how far they'd go to prove their desire for a certain auburn-haired Chipmunk. Unbeknownst to them, he already had his eyes set on a specific Chipette but was willing to give "the other one" a quick taste of what she always wanted. Seems right to call her that considering she's done it to him multiple times!

"Go ahead now. It's not gonna bite, I promise." A smirk plastered across his face, as his heartrate began to race in anticipation.

The girl in pink knelt to his right slowly reached her hands towards his enlarged munkhood resting just below his belly button, before flinching back once he flexed, producing a twitch. For all her talk and supposed confidence, he knew this wasn't something she'd actually done before. Though he could easily detect the lust for him in her eyes.

Opposite her sister, a brunette Chipette seemed to radiate a sense of royalty from the purple upon her. Leaning against the pillows propped against his headboard, the 'munk studied her expression – a curious mixture of intrigue and nervousness but also caged, animalistic hunger. Instead of moving her hands closer as her sister had done, she ventured her face forward, as if further studying the target before her.

A shiver ran through his body as fingers finally touched him from two girls he'd dreamed of.

"Alright girls, a bit of a lick now."

Without hesitation, a slick feeling slowly spreads outwards as the more impulsive Chipette makes her mark. A small gasp escapes him as a second tongue teases him with greater intensity, her patient studying made evident. He mentally slaps himself out of the induced trance to reveal his underlying desire.

"Jea-Jeanette, keep going while Britt watches."

"But, but, I just started!"

"No buts. We agreed that only Jeanette is allowed to keep going." I replied firmly.

"If you say so." She rolled her eyes, responding in a tone signifying she didn't plan on giving up yet.

"I am looking forward to this Alvin. I really am. And sorry Britt. I can't help that I am more attractive than you."

Alvin's jaw dropped following the response from the girl to his left. She poked a bee's nest, and from her slightly smug expression, she both knew it and wasn't afraid that she did. Where did this confidence come from?

"That ain't true! Alvin still wants me; he's just denying it!" Dagger eyes shoot directly toward her bespectacled sibling.

"Are you really Jean? Prove to me just how much you want it."

"I am, Alvie. I can even say for certainty you want it a lot too, don't ya?"

Brittany tenses, clinching her fists while doing her best to conceal the rage just below the surface. One small puff of wind would be enough to set her off, yet he was going to provide a gust instead. She needed to hear it, and he needed to say it. But first, he needed to reply to the girl he'd been secretly desiring.

"Yes! And to what you said Britt, I'm sorry but you're wrong. I don't want you this way, and I haven't for a while now. I've just realized I could say it to you."

"Yes you do Alvin!"

Suddenly Brittany pushes Jeanette away, causing her to fall backwards.

"Hey…" Jeanette squeals, landing on the floor.

As Alvin lifts himself off the pillows, the maddened girl swings her leg over him, pressing his exposed skin to the smooth fabric underneath her skirt, before pushing him back onto the mattress with enough force to produce a loud thump and metallic squeaks.

"There's no way you can deny me, the hottest girl you know!"

I grab her wrists, before looking over to check on Jeanette. A fire ignited within her eyes following her sister's action.

"Brittany, stop! I said I don't want you and I stand behind my words. Besides, the hottest girl? You? You may be hot, but you're definitely not the hottest. Not anymore."

"Then who is the hottest?" She asked, full of hostility.

"She is."

Alvin meets Jeanette's eyes before gently, but firmly, pushing Brittany back off his body in order to also sit up. The 'munk reached out his hand, which Jeanette firmly took, with a hint of embarrassment in her eyes and a blush forming on her cheeks, before looking away.

"Are you okay my flame?"

"I'm o…" Jeanette begins to reply, drowned out by her sister's response.

"If I can't have you, she can't either!"

The Chipette lunged forward in a jealous ferocity, yanking Jeanette by her hair. Alvin quickly grabbed the violating hand, rage building within him. He had never expected Brittany to become physical against her sister because of him. Not having any more of her behavior towards the gentle flower that is Jeanette, he burst.

"YOU SEE? THIS IS WHY JEANETTE IS 100 TIMES BETTER! SHE'S NO SELFISH AND SELF-CENTERED BITCH LIKE YOU! I think you should leave us alone now if you don't like it."

You could have heard a pen drop, that's how silent the room became. Alvin had never called Brittany such a horrible thing during any of their arguments before, but he'd say she was acting like one right now, towards her sister especially. The anger in her eyes melted, replaced more by shame and a touch of fear, as she released her grasp of Jeanette. Alvin knew part of his hasten response hurt her, but he couldn't allow her to hurt Jeanette.

Despite the conflict, Jeanette's blush deepened as the shock of his defense towards her sunk in. He knew her sibling would never have said what was said to Brittany, though he's sure Jeanette never expected her sister to physically try to harm her! What kind of division between these two did I cause? Would letting her see how much we want each other help?

"Better yet, you're gonna sit in that chair and watch us. I want your sister and you're gonna deal with that fact."

Alvin directed her to the chair next to his bed, to which she went willingly though as if in a trance, and he retrieved an extra purple ribbon from Jeanette to tie Brittany's hands behind the backrest.

"Are you really sure you want to keep her here?"

"Yes. I want her to see how much more I like you than her. I want her to see how much you mean to me and what I am willing to do for you and with you."

Brittany doesn't say a word in response, but tears start rolling down her cheeks. Either his decision to make her watch our affection, or her shame for what she had done was sinking in surely was the reason for the silent tears. A little strange, considering she's usually a loud and dramatic crier.

Jeanette moves towards the side where Brittany was before being restrained, sitting next to Alvin on the bed looking at her sibling.

"I d-don't think it's right to have tied her up and then force her to watch, but... maybe she should see how much we mean to each other firsthand. Maybe that would help." She turns towards Britt, expressing herself sincerely. "I love you sis, but you have to let Alvin go now."

The pink-clad chipmunk glared at her sister in defiance, despite being unable to do anything to change her situation.

"Her actions prove she needs something more drastic to understand."

Turning back towards Jeanette, Alvin stared into Jeanette's eyes and slowly leaned in. She copied his movement until she closed her eyes in anticipation. A small huff came from the direction of the sole member of the audience. Alvin ignored it, gently grazing the soft lips in front of him before pulling back, diverting across her cheek, brushing his with hers, and kissing her neck.

A low moan escaped the Chipettes' mouth as she took in each and every subtle impact of his lips. Jeanette gently stroked his back with her fingertips before holding him firmly and allowing their weight to fall onto the bed with his body pressed on top of hers.

Alvin slide his hands along her neck into her long and smooth hair, interlacing his fingers within it before firmly holding her head, continuing his teasy kissing along her face before resting his eyes onto hers, viewing deep inside as he felt her resist his hold, preventing her from finishing his initial kiss. He flashed her a sly grin.

"Oh Alvin, I can't take it anymore. I need you! I need you so badly!"

With a smirk, she summoned a surprising amount of strength for a 'munk her size, pushing him to the side and positioning herself so she once again had access to the object she was fascinated by earlier.

Though this time Jeanette showed no hesitation, treating his body like a new and exciting lollipop flavor. Her desire for him was unmatched to any memory he could remember of her, and the sight before him intrigued him, as if her inner animal broke free. Who am I kidding? We are both animals after all!

"I thought you were gonna - aagh! Careful of your teeth Jeanie."

As Alvin brushed the hair gently out of her face, she made the necessary adjustments to no longer induce pain. She slowly completed laps around the tip of her new toy with her tongue, inducing a low moan from its owner, before asking a clarifying question.

"You thought I was gonna, what?"

"Never mind, this is even better for n… OOH!"

Another moan stops his thought as Jeanette began to further study the task before her, strengthening the twirling of her tongue around her snack searching for the most optimal route for Alvin's pleasure. Gliding her tongue along its length, she settled for a bobbling motion like a rewarding tug-of-war with a Hoover and a tail.

The various living and dynamic senses provided by Jeanette's mouth radiate through Alvin's rod and into his being. The sight of his crush pleasuring him quickly escalated, taking its toll as his hands made rest on her head in an attempt to control her rhythm.

Jeanette felt Alvin's embrace of her head, trusting herself fully to his control of her movements, which allowed her to close her eyes and focus on the satisfaction she was directly giving him, as her head thrusts sped up.

The pressure built to an unbearable level, causing his legs to tense underneath her body as his member started to throb against her tongue. Alvin's grip of her head strengthened, determined to maintain their hold, as he signaled warning of his pending climax.

"Je-Jeanie!"

"Alvin? Alvinnn."

Jeanette's voice felt distant, and his body proceeded to shake in an unexpected fashion. Alvin tried to focus on the building sensation she was gifting him, but the feeling began to dissipate right when he desired it most. His body shakes more, producing the feeling of falling as the scene before him disappeared. No! He wasn't finished. What about his ending? What about what he wanted to give her, or their together embrace?

"Alvin!"

Alvin's eyes blinked open.

"Drat, just another dream… but with Jeanie." He smirked slightly, thinking to himself. "Oh, right. It's time for school, isn't it? No… it's Saturday."

He looked around sleepily for who shook him awake. Through fuzzy eyes he saw her, before he rubbed his eyes to confirm. Jeanette! What is she doing here? Did she hear me calling her name? What is she looking at?

He followed her eyes and… no. She's staring at it! A mound in his thin summer blanket. Alvin felt his cheeks redden and the shock sank in, as the blanket slowly drooped. Her eyes widened, before she looked away in what he'd assume to be an equal amount of shock and embarrassment.

"I-I'm so s-sorry!" Jeanette stammers before turning and rushing out of his bedroom.

Bet that was an ending you probably didn't expect. Fitting for me though! Hope you liked it and will post a review.

This little tale isn't a one-shot, but I can't say when/if I'll get to the rest. I've only been meaning to write this for a couple years now. :P