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Still Competing After All These Years	By : straywolfxx Category: +1 through F > Alvin & The Chipmunks Views: 5723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Alvin and the Chipmunks or any related characters. I do not make any money from these writings. AatC owned by Bagdasarian Productions

Chapter List
- 1-Still Competing After All These Years
- 2-Part II
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Still Competing After All These Years
Part I

October 31st 1995
12:58 A.M.

It was finally a quiet night at the Seville household after an evening of music, movies, and mischief. This night had been one of celebration for the Chipmunks and Chipettes–– they’d just completed the recording of a collaborative album. Five months it had taken from conception to this very day and everyone was in the mood to party.
Everyone, except for two chipmunks in particular.
“Ha! Beat’cha again; got the high score!” Brittany Miller exclaimed, dropping her controller and giving a little victory dance.
“Yeah, but only by less than a hundred points.” Alvin Seville stated, crossing his arms and leering at the ecstatic girl. “You barely even won.”
Brittany only chuckled at his comment. “Doesn’t matter how big… or little you win by, Alvin.” She made sure to eye over his body when the latter part was spoken. “Which should make your life much easier.” This time she couldn’t hold back the laughter, making reference to that loincloth he was wearing at the tail end of their race around the world.
“Oh come on! That again!?” Alvin’s voice raised, fuming. “That was eight years ago, we were still kids!” He cracked an evil grin. “Besides, you weren’t exactly filling out that harem tube top of yours either.” He made sure to ogle her chest before his next statement: “Still looks like you could use more room for growth on those mosquito bites.”
Eight years they’d gone, constantly competing with one another–– in any trivial manner (much like this situation with the video game). And their taunting over the years became so casual that nobody decided to hold them back any longer. Neither one of them became overly upset and would usually end up with one walking away fuming–– and then coming back later and attempt to out-do the previous burn. Since the beginning of Alvin and Brittany’s teenage years the taunts and challenges became much more saucy.
If Brittany had a ‘boyfriend’, Alvin was sure to have two different ‘girlfriends’ (high school seniors no less!). When Alvin first kissed a girl, Brittany felt no compunction in flashing her chest to someone else (Simon… a story for another day). And so it continued until this point, the peak of the crescendo in their contest of one-upsmanship.
“Mosquito bites!?” Brittany nearly shrieked at the top of her lungs. Alvin fell over in fits of laughter, further taunting the Chipette. “Do these look like mosquito bites to you!?” She tugged at the bottom of her shirt and bra and pulled them upward, letting her breasts fall fully into view for Alvin–– whose eyes looked as if they followed the bouncing flesh up and down.
His eyes were wide and mouth hanging slightly open… he’d not expected this. Ever since her body began developing he’d prayed to catch a glimpse of her body… but he could never tell her that–– she’d win if he told her how weak in the knees she made him.
“What’s the matter, Alvin? See something you like?” Brittany held up her clothing by tucking it underneath her chin and began rolling and kneading her breasts with her freed hands.
Crap! He couldn’t concede to her before, certainly not now!
“Psssh. Yeah, right. But thanks for falling for it and finally showing me your tits!”
Only for a second did her eyes show the slightest ounce of shock and she pulled her shirt down with a huff. Quick, she had to think of something; he couldn’t have the edge on her. Not now. Brittany gave a devious smile. “Still more plentiful than anything your packin’ in those shorts… little man.”
Alvin clearly hesitated, he shuffled around on the floor, not wanting to stand up.
“Don’t tell me I’ve got bigger balls than you to boot?” Brittany spoke evilly.
“Aha! So you do have a set… I’ve always known!” Alvin desperately fought back.
“What? Care to see that as well?” Brittany questioned while putting her thumbs down the inside of her shorts. She started to pull them down.
“Don’t!” Alvin’s voice squeaked higher than normal.
“Then admit I’ve won this round.”
No way will I ever do that, Alvin told himself. But she’ll still see how excited I am. I can’t lose… But you want to show her how she makes you feel… No, she’ll hold that over my head forever!… You want to tell her… B-but my pride… Can take a back seat for once.
Similar thoughts raged through Brittany’s head: Call this bluff! Call this bluff!… No, don’t! He’ll still want to see–– and he’ll see how wet I am… You want to show him, tell him how he makes you feel… Alvin? Right. He’ll make fun of me forever!…
After taking a deep breath Alvin stood up in front of Brittany and pulled down his boxer shorts. His erect penis bobbed in the air. There he was, at the same time not backing down from a challenge, yet showing Brittany what he had to offer and hoped she would accept (his body hoped for the latter part… not his conscious self).
“So you are excited after all!” The Chipette exclaimed gleefully.
“Would you expect anything else?” Alvin argued. “I mean, I just saw a half naked girl in my room.” He noticed that Brittany’s smile had begun to fade. Time to finish this one off. “Sooo… Were you gonna make big on that little tease you started up?”
“Huh? What are––”
“Or are you chicken?” Alvin took his hand and pulled up his still hardened penis and pressed it against his stomach. “There you go. I’ve got everything in plain view.”
“Fine.” Brittany again huffed in a stubborn tone. She quickly pulled down her shorts, stepped out of them, and kicked them aside. Shit. Why didn’t I take them both off? Before she had her panties off, Alvin noticed a dark spot between her thighs. He didn’t say a word.
Brittany kicked off her panties and stood before her rival, twirling her body around, giving him a full view. “See?” She lifted one leg up–– straight up–– and held it against her body with her hands. “Looky there, I’m just fine. Nothing going on down there.”
Alvin squinted, looking into her spread legs, taking in the sight of the pink folds of her pussy. He couldn’t see anything from where he was at–– but the panties didn’t lie! In a swift, fluid motion Alvin moved forward and scooped up the Chipette’s underwear. The devious Chipmunk held them in his fingertips and displayed them to Brittany like a trophy.
“If you’re not excited in the least…. what’s this?”
Brittany let her leg down and looked around sheepishly. This didn’t last long as an interesting thought crossed her mind: “It’s a stalemate.”
“What?” Alvin lowered the panties and gave a confused look.
“Both of us are clearly… excited (downright horny, she didn’t say), which means we did this to each other… We’re at a stalemate. A tie.”
What to do now? Not in all eight years the two had known each other had this happened; it was always one outdoing the other. Unwilling to accept defeat (that’s what a tie was to him), Alvin stepped forward, closing the distance between the two. He still wore no shorts, his half-erect cock bobbling between his legs, hidden partially by his shirt.
“I don’t think so.”
He embraced Brittany, pressing his lips firmly against hers. His left hand rested at the small of her back, the right cupped and caressed her cheek. The initial kiss lasted what felt like a lifetime… and yet it still wasn’t enough. Their lips parted and Alvin peppered her with smaller, lighter kisses.
The Chipette’s heart was racing. Her cheeks were warm. She hoped Alvin wasn’t noticing this. Her arms found their way around his body, pulling him closer to her. What do I do now? Brittany’s mind wondered. Surely his advances upon her weren’t part of their one-upping the other… right? What do I care?… I don’t!… But are you so sure of that? Why did you pull him closer? And wouldn’t you have done that if the situation were reversed?… Well!?
Brittany pulled Alvin back into the kiss. She opened her mouth and pressed her tongue to his lips. He opened his in kind and let a soft moan from the back of his throat. Her tongue rolled over his. His over hers. It was like they were desperately trying to pin the other down. She took in every texture, every taste… She needed more.
Alvin ran his tongue on the underside of Brittany’s and along her teeth. He pulled away slightly to get a break, his hot breath brushed her full, soft lips. Playfully, he bit and suckled her lower lip. She moaned and unconsciously pushed her lower body against his. The tip of his cock just barely grazed her mound. Both let out sharp gasps and immediately stopped the impassioned kiss. They both looked down. The Chipmunk’s cock was fully hard and pulsing. God, he needed release.
Not one to pass such an opportunity, Brittany grabbed him by the shaft and slid the palm of her hand on the underside up to the tip. Pre started to drip out at her touch and put a thin coating on her fingers as she pulled her hand away. Her eyes looked deeply into his and darted off to the other side of the room. Another devious smile.
“Race you to the bed.”
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