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Third Person Point Of View
" Make sure to tell mommy if anything happens, okay hun? ", Mrs. Afton asked Evan—ruffling his hair. " Okay mommy, I will! ", Evan replied. Mrs. Afton gave Evan a small kiss on his forehead before heading out to take Elizabeth to ballet practice.
Now the small one was left home alone--home alone with his brother and his brothers friend. luckily though, they didn't want to bother the ' crybaby '; so they were in Michael's room doing their own thing. so the kid was left alone--for now, atleast.
He knew it wouldn't take long for him to get bored since there went a lot of ' kid things ' to do around their house; other than draw, play with dolls, or play hide and seek using the same areas to hide in everytime.
" Fredbear... anything new today? ", Evan asked his plush--holding it up to him.
silence.
Evan then proceeded to sigh, folding his arms in a slight frustration.
" Hey, Crybaby! come 'er for a second! ".
The child felt his stomach turn. not in disgust—more in a scared-ish way. Even if he didn't want to go see what his Brother, Michael wanted; he knew that Michael would get upset at him and probably scare him or something later.
So? The child had gotten up—leaving Fredbear on the couch, heading to the deep fiery pits of his Brothers room.
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Michael chuckled at the faint knocks that were left on his door—sensing his little brother was scared. " Come in!~ ", Michael's friend had sang, before the door opened. Once Evan opened the door; he shyly stepped in, the door creaking behind him as he closed it.
" Go get that box in the closet over there—there's something in there just for you little slut~ ", Michael purred with lidded eyes.
Evan shivered at that name—though, it wasn't the first time Michael called him that.
About a week ago, Michael had called Evan in the living room when it was just them home alone. The older one had told his little brother to sit on his lap—using that exact same name. Evan was confused as to why his brother wanted to be all ' touchy ' with him lately. It almost made him scared.
Evan slowly walked towards the opened closet, getting on his knees to open the box. ever so carefully; the child opened the box—gently picking up whatever was in it, inspecting it even further.
" Is this... a.. dress? ", Evan asked, looking back at Michael. His friend snickered a bit--watching Michael nod his head. To say the least—Evan was confused. Why would Michael get him a dress of all things?
Though—it wasn't the only item in the box. Evan sat down the dress and picked up the other item, getting even more confused by it. " Isn't this underwear for girls, Michael? ".
Evan held up laced panties—that looked like they were too small for him to even fit.
" Stop asking questions and go put them on already! ", Michael's friend told Evan. The young one shyly picked everything up in his arms, attempting to walk out of Michael's room to go change.
" No.. just change in here, you're fine! ".
Evan froze. Why was Michael being like this? It weirded him out even further. " I.. If you insist I g-guess.. " Evan replied.
The younger one had slowly started to remove his clothing--Michael and his friend eagerly watching him. Once Evan was completely naked; he picked up the panties first—talking another good look at them before slipping them on. But since they were too small; He had a hard time pushing them up once they passed his lower thighs, causing his ass to bounce slightly every time he attempted.
Then finally; he was able to push them on—which they felt extremely tight on him. After slipping the dress on afterwards—Evan had felt quite awkward. The dress he had on was too exposing to his liking, just barely covering up his upper thighs.
" How about you come take a seat on my lap?~ ", Michael winked at him—which made Evan feel slightly more awkward.
Evan walked over to Michael and sat down onto his lap like he'd said, Michael's friend scooting himself slightly closer.
" Damn Ev.. you have just the perfect thighs to be a little slut, don't 'cha? ", Michael's friend asked the younger one, moving his cold hand up and down Evans thigh. It made Evan shiver—especially as Michael started to do the same, but more closer to his ass.
" Mikey.. why're you guy-s doing this..? its.. w-weird.. ", Evan mumbled the last part—starting to part his thighs away from each other due to the soft touch. " Fuck... you look so pretty like this.. ", His brother whispered—squeezing Evan's thigh, which made the small one tense up.
But suddenly; Michael and his friend stopped all action they were doing, Michael slightly pushed Evan off his lap. " M-Michael? ", Evan said confused—watching as Michael's friend scooted back to his original position.
" Go put your clothes back on, Mom 'll be here soon. " Michael told Evan—who'd by now had completely moved off his lap.
How did their attitude just change like that? How could their attitude just change like that.
Evan quickly scooped up his clothes and ran out of Michael's room—closing the door right behind him the same way he did once he was first called in.
' What just happened..? ', were the only words Evan could project in his mind.
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Almost a good 2 weeks had passed since that whole ' incident '. Evan couldn't forget about it—that whole situation flooding his mind with confusing, not escaping for even the slightest bit of time.
Why did Michael act like that? Why didn't Evan tell his mother about it? and most importantly—why did he enjoy it.
Just thinking about it filled the little one with a burning anticipation of something he wanted, yet—he didn't know what he wanted.
too caught up in his thoughts; Evan jumped at the noise of his door creaking open, his brother standing in the hall. " Mom just left to take Eliza to her ballet practice.. were home alone now... ", Michael told his brother—who'd been weirdly curled up on his bed.
" Oh.. O-okay.. ", The smaller one replied; not daring to stare at his brother in the eye.
maybe one day. Oh just one day, he would find out.