Disclaimer: I don't own any of the following characters, they are used for my amusement, that is all.
"Mattie, are you sure you don't want to go with us? It'll be fun!" asked an excited teenage Alfred
"No thank you, it's not really my scene, y'know?" replied a content teenage Matthew.
"Alright, your loss, dude." And with that, Alfred was out the door, but not before shouting at Arthur,
"Hurry up, old man! Let's go! I don't wanna be late!"
"You don't want to be late, Alfred, not this 'wanna' nonsense." Arthur just came from up stairs and was trying to find his car keys
Al just rolled his eyes, "Whatever dad, C'mon!"
"Would you just hold your horses?! –mumbling-Where the bloody hell are my keys?"
"Alfred has them."
"Oh, thank you son. Hey, are you going to be fine here all by yourself?" The Englishman asked, which loosely translated to 'Please don't leave me alone with your brother and this noise fest he calls music.'
"Yeah, I'll be fine, Dad, don't worry."
"Sorry, I can't help it. Well anyway, Francis is coming home soon, so I suppose you won't be home alone for too long."
"DAD! Let's Goooooo! It's the Foo Fighters Concert!" Alfred whined from inside the car.
"I'll see you later Matthew." He left the house to the car, with an impatient Alfred bouncing in his seat.
"Whining is very un-gentlemanly and will get you no where in life, Alfred!"
"Says the man who whines every night for Papa to fu-" SLAM! Went the car door and they left.
So now, here was Matthew home alone with quite a bit of time on his hands, so he decided to watch some TV. He flipped the channels but nothing was on, so he left it on some documentary about Polar Bears and their shrinking habitat and existence. Matthew then sees something stuffed in between the love seat cushions on his right. Curiosity eventually got the best of him and he reached for it. It was Al's Rolling Stones magazine.
"Oh yeah, I wanted to read this one."
As soon as he opened the magazine, another magazine fell out and laid, cover up, on the floor. Matt gaped, on the cover was a scantily clad woman in a very suggestive position, it was a Hustler magazine. Porn! Alfred had porn, or at least Mattie thought it was his brothers, after all, it was in Al's Rolling Stones. Poor Matthew didn't know what to do, he was tempted to panic and run away to his room, but due to his teenage hormones, curiosity peaked its head out again.
To be honest with himself, Matt has never really seen a vagina before, other than the diagrams at school or the one-to-one talks with Papa on how it looks like a blossoming flower ready to, of course, Dad never did let Papa finish, he smacked him instead. So, naturally, Matt was curious, wasn't every boy at his age at least seen what it looks like? But, then he thought of something,
'What if I get caught? What would happen? Alfred would laugh at me for getting caught. Dad would probably horrified, never leave me home alone again and would scold me out for soiling myself to a low level of pity and degradation. And Papa?... Papa would be proud!'
