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Narcissistic Tendencies	By : EGBFan Category: +1 through F > Alvin & The Chipmunks Views: 2002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alvin was all for watching the tape as soon as they had finished making it, but Brittany put it in her nightstand and closed the drawer firmly, saying, 'We need some time to cool off and forget about the details. I'm trying to be objective, remember, even if you're not.'
'I never forget about the details,' said Alvin.
'You might be surprised,' said Brittany. 'You know when you watch back an interview and you're like, I don't remember saying that? Anyway,' she added, answering Alvin's disappointed look with a placating smile, 'it'll be better if we build up the anticipation.'
Indeed, Alvin spent the next few days building up a most delicious anticipation. He thought their video ought to be good. He thought it ought to be very good. As far as he had been aware, both of them had managed to forget about the camera and enjoy each other's lovemaking just as usual, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that as a couple, they were hot shit.
Brittany, meanwhile, was working herself up into a state of agitation. As with anything that takes a lot of deciding, she doubted more and more each day that she had done the right thing. Each time one or other of her sisters announced plans to use the treehouse, Brittany became nervous of the video tape being found and watched, and had to keep reminding herself that the thing was safely hidden away in her nightstand. Even if Jeanette or Eleanor went snooping around in there wanting to borrow something, she thought, they certainly respected her privacy enough not to watch an unmarked, tucked-away video tape.
At last, four nights after the fact, Brittany had arranged with her sisters that she and Alvin would have the treehouse to themselves again. She went there ahead of him to tidy the place a little and to try and steady her nerves; when Alvin appeared at the top of the ladder, he found her tucking in a set of new bedsheets.
'Hi, honey,' he said, climbing all the way into the room and revealing that he had brought her a colourful bouquet of assorted summer flowers.
'Oh, Alvin, thank you!' Brittany smiled as she took the bouquet from him. 'These are really pretty.'
'I thought so,' said Alvin. 'I saw them and thought of you.'
'That's so sweet. I'll go upstairs and put them in water.'
'Okay. And... I'll come upstairs too, shall I?'
'Sure, if you want to.'
'With our video tape.'
'Oh yeah.' Brittany's face coloured rapidly, and she tried to hide it behind the flowers. 'That.'
'Hey, come on, there's nothing to be scared of,' Alvin said kindly, putting his arm around her. 'It's for our eyes only, and if you don't like it, we can stop watching.'
'If I don't like it,' said Brittany, 'we will stop watching and the tape will immediately be destroyed.'
Alvin exhaled heavily. 'Don't say that.'
'Why?' said Brittany, laughing rather hysterically. 'What are you planning to do with it?'
'Enjoy it with the woman I love,' said Alvin, and he kissed her forehead. 'Listen, obviously if you think it's that bad, I won't stand in your way. But it won't be. It'll be a thing of beauty and a joy forever.'
'Well, we'll see,' said Brittany. 'You go get it; it's in the bottom drawer, I think.'
Alvin let go of her at once and dashed across the room like a child on Christmas morning, while Brittany went upstairs at a more sedate pace to find a vase. A minute or so later, she was arranging her flowers on a side table while Alvin switched on the television and fed the tape into the VCR.
Brittany gave a nervous giggle and said, 'It'd be funny if you ended up hating it, huh?'
'That's not gonna happen,' said Alvin, sitting down on the couch. He then patted the space beside him with an inviting smile, and Brittany went to sit with him.
'You never get stage fright, do you?' she said.
'Never,' Alvin agreed. Then he picked up the VCR remote and started the video.
Brittany looked with wide, nervous eyes at herself lying naked on her bed, joined after half a second by an equally naked Alvin, who had just started the recording and – she now remembered – obscured the red light on the camera with a little bit of the tape that she sometimes used in her beauty regime. The pair on the screen began to kiss and caress each other gently, and looked just as though they had no idea they were being filmed.
'Look how hot you are, Brittany,' said Alvin, leaning over to whisper seductively in her ear, his breaths already shallow with arousal.
'I guess I do look pretty good,' said Brittany, to her own relief. 'For now.'
'You're gonna look even better in a few minutes,' said Alvin, watching as the on-screen Brittany planted kisses on her Alvin's neck, shoulders and chest. 'Oh my God. See what you do to me, baby? I'm hard already.'
'Do you mean right now,' said Brittany, 'or in the video?'
'Both,' said Alvin, laughing a little, and Brittany laughed with him. Then they fell silent and watched on.
'Oh God, I love that,' Brittany said after a minute or two, a moan coming into her voice, as she watched Alvin encourage her over onto her front and then kiss his way down her spine. In the video, her shoulder blades were heaving and she was giving out small, audible sighs.
'It was making you so wet,' Alvin breathed, staring with wide, dilated eyes and feeling mightily impressed with the example of hot chipmunk foreplay he was seeing. 'I could smell it. We were driving each other crazy.'
'Can you smell it now?' Brittany whispered.
'Yeah, baby, I can,' Alvin purred.
They both quietened down after this, their breaths coming in shallow little gasps, and Brittany's eyes stayed glued to the screen until she caught the unmistakable sound of Alvin loosening his clothing and taking out his penis. Reflexively, her head whipped round and she stared at him.
'You're not, are you?' she said, in tones of sheer amazement.
'Why the hell not?' said Alvin, running a hand slowly over his rigid shaft. 'And why aren't you? I really get the feeling you want to, baby.'
Brittany blushed furiously. 'I'm... afraid it's weird.'
'It's just you and me here,' said Alvin, 'and this is our video. We can do whatever we want.' Then, after a pause, he added, 'And not do whatever we don't want, of course. Don't let me pressure you, honey.'
Brittany smiled gratefully at him, then carried on watching the video with the sight of Alvin leisurely masturbating to it in her peripheral vision. It was a limited view, but she could smell him quite strongly as pre-cum beaded on the tip of his cock and his whole body emitted male sex hormones. It was very like what she had been smelling whilst the video was recording. On the screen, they had reached the stage of Alvin pinning Brittany to the bed with a leg across her shoulder blades while she lifted up her hips and butt to allow him some deep sniffs of her pussy.
'Jesus, I love doing that,' Alvin hissed as he watched. 'It drives me wild.'
On the screen, the head of his cock was poking up between his right thigh and Brittany's right flank, where the shaft was sandwiched between them. Brittany remembered the feel of it twitching against her skin and then suddenly, almost unaware of what she was doing, she lifted up her skirt and reached down inside her sodden panties. Beside her, Alvin smiled to himself, but he gave her no sign that he had noticed.
On the screen, Brittany had shaken off Alvin's leg and was manoeuvring herself into a kneeling position, and encouraging him to do the same.
'You look amazing,' Alvin whispered, and Brittany allowed herself to think that her jiggling breasts, rippling abdomen and shapely buttocks did in fact look pretty great.
'So do you, darling,' she whispered back, the words catching on her breath as she trailed her forefinger around the inflamed preputial tissue that framed her vaginal opening.
On the screen, Alvin cupped Brittany's buttocks in his hands and bent his head to kiss her breasts. On the couch, Brittany let out a little gasp, then slipped her free hand under her top and started to caress her left nipple.
'Oh my fucking God,' Alvin whispered beside her. 'Is that guy the luckiest son of a bitch in the world or what?'
Brittany laughed a panting, breathless laugh and squeaked, 'She's done pretty well for herself too.'
They tore their eyes away from the screen for a moment to exchange a smile and the briefest of kisses, both of them still working their hands on their genitals. They then turned back to the screen and saw themselves, still in their kneeling position, about to embark on the last leg of their lovemaking. Brittany was spreading her legs and positioning herself above Alvin's thighs; he took hold of his twitching cock in one hand, and together they guided it into her pussy.
The Alvin and Brittany on the couch let out a gasp and a sigh in almost perfect unison with the Alvin and Brittany on the screen. They then watched themselves grinding together, both equally visible in profile, kissing and touching each other as his cock and her pussy rubbed together and they moaned blissfully into each other's ears.
'It was fucking incredible, wasn't it?' Alvin panted, now pumping his cock at a furious rate.
'I loved it, baby,' Brittany panted back to him, rubbing her hot, dripping prepuce with two fingers, one on either side of the circumference.
'Mmm. That's what your sweet, sweet pussy was saying too, baby. Fuck, it feels so good in there.'
'It feels amazing having your gorgeous cock in me, baby. Ooh, I think I'm almost there!'
'Do you mean right now,' said Alvin, managing to convey a hint of irony through his arousal, 'or in the video?'
'Both!' squeaked Brittany, her eyes widening to drink in every detail as her on-screen self threw back her head and let out the first shrill scream that signalled her orgasm.
Both spectators stared fixedly at the screen, refusing even to blink, as they watched themselves writhing gloriously together and crying out in ecstasy. In the video, Brittany's visible breast and butt cheek jiggled and rippled as she came while, on the couch in the present moment, she recalled the glorious feeling of her abdominal muscles contracting through her spontaneous ovulation. The on-screen Alvin, meanwhile, was shuddering all over and occasionally, when his Brittany rose high enough on her knees, a glimpse could be caught of his balls spasming beneath her thighs.
When the yelling and grinding on the screen had died down, the two spectators forewent the pleasure of seeing their afterglow in the urgency of their own impending orgasms. If they had continued watching, they would have seem themselves looking deep into each other's eyes, then kissing softly and murmuring against each other's lips – just loudly enough for the camera to pick up most of the words – that the sex had been wonderful, and that each of them loved the other. They would have seen themselves hugging tenderly, and heard Alvin asking, 'Okay?' What he meant was: was Brittany still comfortable with the camera, happy with her performance and feeling no regret? She seemed to understand this, for she answered simply, 'Mmm,' looked at him with a smile and a nod, and finally kissed him again before climbing off the bed to turn off the camera.
However, for the Alvin and Brittany on the couch, this was a part of the feature to be enjoyed another time. Both of them had closed their eyes and were bringing themselves to orgasm, Brittany secreting rivers of love honey into her panties while her insides fluttered, and Alvin sending ropes of semen splashing onto all parts of his sweater while his cock and balls jerked and spasmed. The room was filled with noise as they cried out; moments later, the cries receded into gasps and pants, and then finally the only sound was the static coming from the television.
Alvin, in something of a daze, picked up the remote control and stopped the video.
'Alvin,' Brittany gasped, leaning heavily into the back of the couch. 'Wow. I think we just took our narcissistic tendencies to a whole other level.'
'Oh man,' Alvin panted, also leaning back, and gazing up at the ceiling with an expression of deep satisfaction on his face. 'Oh man! That was the best jerk I ever had.'
'Okay,' said Brittany, caught somewhere between frowning and laughing, 'now I know we did!'
Alvin, still leaning back, turned his head to look at her. 'Are you okay, babe?'
'Yes, darling, I'm fine. That was actually really good. But I still think it was kinda weird.'
'It's a sex video, Britt. That's what it's there for. Come on now, tell me: you liked how you looked in it, didn't you?'
'Yeah, I did,' Brittany admitted. 'But I want you to know that I was jilling off to both of us, Alvin, not just myself.'
'That's what I was doing too,' said Alvin. 'Well, jacking off, in my case.'
They smiled at each other, then laughed as they felt a sudden release of tension; a moment later, they sprang into action and started tucking themselves back into their clothes, and Alvin picked up the remote to rewind the video.
'Would you like anything to eat or drink now?' asked Brittany.
'I could really use a root beer on the rocks,' said Alvin.
'Me too,' said Brittany. 'I'll go get us some.'
She went to the kitchen, took a fresh bottle of root beer from the fridge and selected two glasses from the cupboard, muttering to herself, 'Use the nice tumblers.' She then poured the liquid into the nice tumblers, added ice and finally carried the drinks to the living room. She saw that Alvin was crossing from the TV back to the couch, but she did not register that he had picked up a pen from somewhere and was writing a label for the video.
Brittany carried the root beers over to the couch, said amiably, 'Here you go, Alvin,' and then proceeded to drop both glasses into Alvin's lap. Alvin gave a start of surprise, jumped to his feet, dropped the video on the floor and then burst out laughing.
'Thanks, Brittany,' he said. 'That's just what I wanted!'
'Sorry,' said Brittany, not sounding particularly sorry, 'but I don't think that was really my fault. I just saw what you wrote on that label!'
Alvin looked bemusedly at her for a moment, then stooped and picked up the video. He checked that he had labelled it correctly, with nothing misspelled; sure enough, it read in neat, printed letters: Alvin + Brittany.
'What's wrong with it?' he asked innocently.
'What's wrong with it?' Brittany squeaked. 'Are you out of your fucking mind? Why would you want to advertise what's on there?'
'I wouldn't exactly call it advertising,' said Alvin, 'but... well, lots of reasons. So we don't lose it; so it doesn't get mixed up with something else; so nobody watches it by accident. If any of our siblings did happen to find it, I can't think of a better deterrent than that label.'
'But then they'd know what we did!'
'So what? It's nothing to be ashamed of.'
'Well, maybe not,' said Brittany, 'but... but... oh Jesus, what if this place gets robbed? We're famous, Alvin! That is a very exploitable video!'
'Oh!' Alvin said dismissively. 'I'm sure we could deal with that before it got very far, and the lucky ones who did get to see it would know exactly how hot we are!'
Brittany stared at him with huge, goggling eyes. 'I can't believe that doesn't scare you!'
Alvin had been smiling at his own joke, but clearly she was not amused, so he said in more earnest tones, 'I don't know, Britt. Maybe it would, if I thought it really might happen, but we're about to put this back in your nightstand and I don't think anybody's going to bother stealing it.'
'I hope not,' said Brittany, shuddering at the very thought.
'Y'know, it's not like it's a video of us doing anything wrong,' said Alvin. Then, when she opened her mouth to protest, he went on hastily, 'Look, I'm not saying it wouldn't matter if somebody else saw it. I just... I wish you wouldn't feel weird about it. It's two people in love, that's all. I do love you, Brittany, so much.'
At this, Brittany lost some of her awkward feeling and smiled at him. 'Oh, Alvin. I love you so much too!'
'I just wanted you to feel good about yourself, honey.'
'I know, darling. And you also wanted there to be a video of us having really hot sex, didn't you?'
'Well...' Alvin smiled sheepishly at her. 'Yeah, I did.'
'Then you got what you wanted,' said Brittany, smiling back at him, 'on both counts. Now, let's get that tape back downstairs and into my nightstand, quick!'
'You do that,' said Alvin. 'I'll have another try at getting us some root beer,' and he handed the video to Brittany before picking up the two dropped tumblers. 'Change the label if you want to, babe. I just thought... well, I explained.'
Brittany nodded. 'Yes, and you were right. I'll leave it like it is – I think it's probably the lesser of two evils. And, darling... you know what I really wish I could do?' she added, with a sexy smile.
Alvin smiled back at her. 'What, honey?'
'I wish I could have really, really hot sex with that hunk in the video!'
'Oh yeah? Well, you know I wish I could have really, really hot sex with that babe.'
'Well,' said Brittany, 'perhaps we can arrange something when we've had our root beer. You were thirsty after all that, weren't you? I'm sorry.'
'You should be,' Alvin said jokingly, gesturing down at his soggy clothing. 'I think you'd better find a way to make it up to me, don't you?'
'I'll have to think about that,' said Brittany, her smile turning from sexy to enigmatic as she headed for the stairs that led down to the bedroom. She was deliciously aware of Alvin watching her back view as she walked away, doubtless thinking up a few ideas of his own.
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