Daryl always hated Merle's stupid plans. Right now Merle was holding him by the scruff of his collar and forcing him into an old rotting shed down at the end of a unused field. At the other end of the shed some of his older brother's friends pushed in a younger girl, all laughing as they did so. Now Daryl tried to put up a fight but he'd never even got a hit on Merle before the shed door was locked, the weight of his older brother stopping it from opening.

"Now baby brother, you get in there and pop you some cherry. I aint walking these streets knowing my little baby brother can't use his prick. You embarrass me enough as it is. Go right ahead now, i'll be right here a'waitin'." He laughed through the door.

Daryl's face burned red as he banged and banged on the door, trying to force the handle open. He already knew it was no use, so when he turned he tried not to look at her face. He'd just feel worse. Merle was on the other side of the door and would be able to hear everything. He knew this was wrong, in his mind, but he didn't think his body could take another beating. Daryl had turned seventeen while Merle was in jail and now he was out, bigger with better beatings than before now he was nearly twenty two.
"G- get yer pants off." He stuttered pulling her towards him. He knew how to do this. He'd been forced into sharing the same room as Merle for most of his life and if he was too drunk to send Daryl out he would be forced to listen on the top of their bunk bed rather than risk waking his Dad out on the hall.

Indeed the girl was terrified; she looked just his age, maybe a little younger. She wouldn't even look at him. Too many things ran in and out of his mind, he knew if he couldn't do this, as well as the beating, it would me Merle in here finishing the job and he wouldn't be gentle about it either. She must have known because at his command she stepped out of her jeans. Embarrassed he rubbed his face, spinning on his heel and banged the door again.
"Come on Merle. This aint funny anymore. I-" He stopped, gritting his teeth and swallowing down the panic in his voice "-I aint got nothin' on me." Daryl could have sworn he could hear the girl whimper. He didn't even know her name. He really didn't want to do this. Merle on the other hand laughed loud and hard.
"Then pull out, Brother. I aint your corner store!" With a hard boot to the door Daryl pulled the girl towards him, pulling his zipper down. He wouldn't tell her he was sorry, he had to look like the meant it. This really wasn't how he had imagined his first time to be like, but then again, he was never very lucky.
It wasn't long and it wasn't nice but after about twenty minutes Daryl picked his jeans back up from the floor and threaded his belt through. He hadn't taken his shirt off anyway, because of the scars.
" 'm done. Let me out." The boy pulled his bangs down in front of his face but as the door swung open his older brother barged past and locked the door from the inside, much to the girls obvious panic. Daryl knew straight away that this was about to get bad.
"NO MERLE!" He pulled at the handle trying to force it open. "MERLE PLEASE, DON'T." He begged. To which the other boys at the other side of the shed all whistled and laughed as if this was the most normal thing to do "Stop! Just stop!" He continued to kick and pull the door but no use, it didn't take him all that long either and then Merle was done, striding out of the shed panting and lighting a cigarette.
"Come on little bro. We got some stuff to finish." He grinned dragging Daryl by his collar again like an old ragdoll.