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For His Eyes Only	By : straywolfxx Category: +1 through F > Alvin & The Chipmunks Views: 6085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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 LLC

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For His Eyes Only

“Ugh! That sleaze absolutely disgusts me!” Brittany Miller exclaimed, rage coming deep from within her soul.
“What did Alvin do this time?” Simon Seville asked the outraged Chipette who, for some reason, was standing at his bedroom door.
“Well.. We were going to try and study together for once,” she started, taking a couple strides into the room. “and on our way here some girls from Alvin’s homeroom stopped us and talked him into going out for a bite to eat. He told me to wait up for him here…”
“And then?” Simon asked routinely, waiting for the punch line, picking up some beakers and a Bunsen burner.
“They walked away and one of those… those hussies kissed him on the cheek!”
Simon cocked his eyebrow. “Aaand?”
“Then he turned and kissed her back… on the mouth!” Brittany grabbed Simon by the collar and shook him. “ON THE MOUTH!”
“Okay… I get it! Calm down!” Simon pleaded, desperately trying to hold onto his fragile equipment. She let go and he unruffled his shirt with a free hand and pushed his glasses up on his nose. “Why would you be upset over something like that anyways?” He asked earnestly.
“I’m supposed to have a study partner and now because of those girls, I don’t have one!”
Simon knew she wasn’t telling the whole truth, not studying was the least of her worries. She was just like Alvin–– she could care less. But he would not press the subject of her relationship with his older brother anymore, he didn’t need busted up lab equipment. In all good conscience, though, he couldn’t leave her hanging like this… He didn’t know why, but for some reason he knew he was going to regret what he was about to say.
“Hmm… Since we don’t know when Alvin will be back, I can help you.”
“You’d do that? But, don’t you have all that sciency stuff to do?”
“What, all this?” Simon looked into his arms, indicating his materials. “Don’t worry about that, I can multi-task. This way.” He extended his arm and followed her out the door.
They walked down the stairs and on the first floor bumped into Theodore, who was headed to the kitchen. Simon asked him to tell Alvin that Brittany would be down in the lab studying with himself. Theodore happily agreed and let the two continue to Simon’s quarters.
The first thing the Chipette noticed about this room was how clean it was compared to all the others. Yes, Dave did a good job keeping up with the place throughout the day, but it still wasn’t perfect for long with three kids running around all day–– well, two anyways. From the looks of his lab space along with his third of their room, Simon could be trusted to behave… for the most part. He had a stubborn streak as bad as Alvin’s, even though he’d never admit to it. Simon also could be quite mischievous, she’d seen on a number of occasions over her childhood years, but it was that ‘almost-too-quiet-and-brainy’ shell he kept all that other stuff–– those ‘Alvin things’–– away. It was deceiving; those two were really alike.
“–ttany… Helloooo.” Simon’s hand waved closely in front of the girl’s face.
She stepped back and blinked, her train of thought broken. “Geez.. I’m fine.” Her tone came out rather too bitchy, Brittany thought immediately after.
“Oh, my bad.” The Chipmunk retorted, rolling his eyes as he turned back and continued on to his lab space. He put everything in the necessary places. Everything lined up evenly and orderly. Brittany kept her place on the third bottom step.
“I’m just still angry–– with Alvin, I mean.” Simon chuckled under his breath at her comment. “What’s so funny about that?”
You and Alvin are so very much alike it’s scary.” She now bored a surprised (with a hint of insulted) expression. “I mean, right there, what you just said… Alvin almost never apologizes, but finds a way to make a statement to defend himself instead.”
“You’re comparing me with him?”
“That’s exactly what he said when I told him the same thing. ‘You’re comparing me with her?’” Simon walked over to Brittany and took her school book for her and led the way over to two chairs sitting amongst the chemistry equipment.
“You know,” Brittany replied, taking a seat alongside Simon, “that’s what I was thinking about just now on the stairs.”
“What? You and him?”
“No… Alvin and you.”
“Alvin and myself?” Simon again cocked his eyebrow. “No, no, no, no… He and I are nothing alike.”
“Getting defensive too?” Brittany smiled–– a little to evilly for Simon’s taste. “You know if he were taller, smarter, and quiet–– not out in the spotlight–– you’d be one and the same.” She noticed his eyes darting uncomfortably. “You two would make such a cyuute couple.” Brittany teased and ruffled his hair.
“Yeah, well gay, incestuous marriage isn’t exactly legal here… darn.” Simon stated flatly, adjust his glasses. “Alright, let’s get started.” He opened to the page in her textbook with the loose leaf notebook papers sticking out. Brittany, who was more quiet than normal, Simon thought, casually took in all the details of an area that was typically off limits while he thumbed through the topic pages.

For a good part of the afternoon Simon quizzed Brittany over various segments of the chapter , helping her memorize the things she didn’t quite get right, all the while going about the different stations in his lab. The Chipette kept her place in the seat, concentrating on the material–– she didn’t have her real study partner with her, but dammit, at least she’d get a better grade than him now! Only when she became restless did she follow Simon around, grabbing whatever tool or supply he needed to go along with his experiments. He glanced down at the watch on his desk and was satisfied with the amount of studying covered in such a short time.
“Two hours. Not bad at all.” The Chipmunk said, closing her book. “Everything that’s most likely to be tested on, we’ve covered.” Brittany smiled, but Simon did not see this, having turned his attention to one of his chemical studies. “Could you possibly hand me a clean beaker please?”
“Ohh.. I suppose.” Brittany feigned a sigh and picked up the small glass piece.
Simon reached for it without taking his eyes off the test tubes. Except when he grabbed for the beaker he didn’t feel the cold, smooth surface… instead he felt a cottony, soft… orb? What the? He turned his head and his jaw dropped.
He’d accidentally grabbed Brittany’s chest.
“I’m sooo sorry!” Simon’s hand shot back and he tripped over a stool taking a couple of steps back. He landed on his butt with a dull thud. Ouch.
“Are you okay, Simon?” Brittany asked, concerned.
“I-I’m fine… How are you?” He replied, dusting off his clothes, still sitting.
“I’m okay…”
Brittany didn’t quite know what to say at this point. She knew what Simon had done was an accident, but his touch had sent a tingling sensation through her body. No boy had ever touched or grabbed her there before–– and since she had on no bra felt every bit of that contact–– and it excited her. The Chipette looked down at the blushing Chipmunk… and noticed he too was a little excited. The long blue shirt he wore did not hide his growing erection.
Brittany’s lips curled into a smile.
Nooo… you wouldn’t!?
Why wouldn’t I? He helped me with my studies… he’s a genuinely nice guy… I know he’s never been with a girl–– ever. What’s the problem?
…You’re just gonna do this because of Alvin.
…Partially.
“But you’ve gotten a nasty bump from your fall.” Brittany pointed at Simon’s crotch–– which e covered immediately.
“Oh my God! I… I, uh…” Simon’s face was now a dark shade of crimson.
“It’s okay, I’ve actually got two myself.” The Chipmunk didn’t even have time to let that statement process before Brittany grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up to her neck. “See?”
Simon’s eyes widened at the unobstructed view of the Chipette’s breasts, he watched as she leaned forward and they swayed in front of his face. Her nipples hardened and grew erect–– his own hardening now begged for release. Brittany was still moving closer to him–– more specifically, her face closer to his. He knew he should’ve tried to stop her, but he couldn’t, he was mesmerized and paralyzed.
Instead of aiming for his mouth, Brittany veered left and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and whispered into his ear, “Thanks for helping me study.” She rose straight up, pushing her chest out and let her tits brush against Simon’s face, which nearly took off his glasses. “I’ve gotta head out, Ellie and Jeanette are probably wondering where I am.” Brittany ran up the stairs leaving a turned-on and bewildered Simon down in his lab.
“Did that really just happen?” He said to no one in particular.

Alvin had just walked in the front door when Brittany came up from the basement. Oh, this is too good to be true, the Chipette thought to herself. She tugged at the bottom of her shirt, pretending to adjust it, fully aware that her nipples were sticking out through the thin fabric.
“Hiii Alvin.” She said in a sing-song tone and pinched his cheek as she skipped out the door.
“What in the hell was that about?” Alvin asked nobody in particular. An uneasy suspicion grew in his mind and he decided to go down to Simon’s lab and investigate. He quickly made his way down the stairs and looked around. There wasn’t a soul down there. Was she by herself? Trying to mess with him? Why, what did he ever do to her? Nothing seemed out of place; as usual Simon’s quarters were the pinnacle of cleanliness.
Something caught his eye.
The former walk-in closet was now Simon’s darkroom…and it was in use. The little red light was on, meaning no one was to enter until it was switched off. Screw it, something in the back of his mind was nagging him to find out what was going on. His heart was racing; he threw open the door.
There was Simon, his blue shirt pulled off and his shorts pulled down just past his balls… which were fully in view. In that split second, now forever engraved into Alvin’s mind, Simon had his cock gripped tightly in his right hand, his left thumb and ring finger applied pressure to the base of his shaft and just behind his sac.
With the thoughts running through his head, the manual stimulation, and now the jolt of surprise from his brother throwing open his door, proved to be too much for the younger Chipmunk and his body gave in. The first rope of cum shot the farthest, catching Alvin’s shirt just above his stomach, the next two tapered off and fell short to the ground, while the rest after that dribbled out at a leisurely pace. Simon panted and breathed heavily, unable to speak.
“D-Dude!?” Was all that Alvin could muster, his eyes wide and unbelieving.
“Well, unless you want another show or help give me a hand, I’d suggest you close the door until I turn off the red light.” Simon said matter-of-factly and grinned–– uncharacteristically–– evilly.
Alvin closed the door and went back upstairs. What had gotten into Simon? Did he really want to know? He and his brother needed to talk… he looked down at his crotch, a bulge had begun to grow…. After he took care of something first.
“Damn that Brittany.”
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