Chapter 69: Humiliation
Hi, here's the next chapter. I have more time to update.
Oh no, Merle knows now but it doesn't seem to make any difference! And Dad's drugging them!
Will Daryl ever escape from Dad's clutches?
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Daryl
I woke up in panic, feeling his arms around me. Pinning me to him. It was dark and I couldn't see, my bedside lamp was off and I naturally couldn't move to turn it on. Not that I would want to risk waking him up.
'Get off me, creep!' I hissed and flailed around. To my surprise, he released me immediately and turned on his side with a grunt. I guess he really must have been
really deep asleep otherwise no way would he have let me go. Never had before. Like he was on autopilot after he had forced his dick inside me lately and even when he was apparently dead to the world, his greed and lust for me, his own son, kept him wide alert whenever I tried to escape.
I let out muted sob, unable to force myself to move with that familiar paralysis that overcame me often after being with him. I was wondering why we were in my room. Where was Merle?
He must have heard because he sighed (in his sleep) and turned turned back to me. Before I started to bang my head against the wall mentally for not taking the chance to escape while I could, he sighed and turned back to me. 'Come here. It's OK', he told me sleepily and I remembered everything.
It was Merle in my bed! Even though it wasn't the first time we'd slept together -only slept (no big deal), everything we'd done to each other came back (and worse – liked!) in a huge flood like a tsunami, drowning me and I struggled to breathe. He stroked me back like he could sense this and I was left wondering how I could have ever thought he could be like Dad. I felt guilty and ungrateful.
Shuddering, I somehow managed to get my breath back and slow it down before I got as close as I could to him, flush against his chest. But it wasn't lost on me how (he?) made sure our bottom halves never touched when in more innocent times. When I was a lot younger, we hadn't thought once about this. Was this because of what Dad did to us? Made us do to each other?
The background throbbing pain from my incipient hangover suddenly moved to the foreground and I gave an involuntary wince, meanwhile I noticed that my bladder was a little uncomfortable! I thought about waking Merle up again to watch outside the bathroom door for Dad. But I didn't want to be a pussy and give him a excuse to rib me for days after. Besides, I sensed he really needed his beauty sleep after all the shit he'd taken and what he'd witnessed – Dad on top of me- fuckin' inside me. We hadn't really talked about it, anything but mostly and I didn't really want to go into details with my big brother. Besides, I'd talked about what the bastard had done to me plenty with Rogers.
Taking a deep breath to steel myself, I pushed my older brother's arms away from me gently and got up. I opened the door cautiously and peeked out, listening for him. To my immense relief, I could hear his loud, hoggish snores coming from across the landing. Yeah – just about right, you disgusting pig, I thought at him with a renewed surge of hate for him and wondered why he was still alive. Why my brother hadn't killed or at least severely punished him like he did with fully -grown men who hurt me in that way. I thought I knew why – one reason was the drugs but that wasn't all of it. He was our goddam father, for good or bad.
Definitely mostly bad.
I stuck 2 fingers up at his door as I passed it and this gesture of defiance seemed to give me courage as I tiptoed, dazedly thinking whether to risk the bathroom or the kitchen to get a glass of water. Couldn't face the disgusting taste of the water from the bathroom tap so chose the riskiest, telling myself that I could make a run for the front door if I heard him coming down the stairs.
I didn't think I could take any more from him, not again. I briefly reconsidered just going back to my bedroom and climbing into my bed with my brother and back into his safe arms.
Stop being such a little sissy. Merle knows now, can't keep running scared of the bastard.
I'd just turned not the tap when I felt his arms snap round me like a trap. In my shock and fear, I shrieked and dropped the glass. It smashed to the ground. He immediately spun me around to face him and let me go but only to give me a hard slap to one cheek. I stared at him while holding it with dismay, at loss with how quickly he'd got down there and without making a single sound.
'Be grateful that's all ya got, you clumsy little shit.' He took me in up and down, his eyes crawling all over my body even though I was wearing heavy felt winter pyjamas. I unconsciously hugged myself tighter.
'Dad…' I started.
'Go on.' He interrupted me. 'Ya obviously thirsty. And after that, ya can clear this shit up.'
Sheepishly, I unwillingly turned my back on him, not believing that he was actually allowing me to drink before he …he …did what, exactly? And what about my other problem? Drinking was making it worse – I hadn't considered that in my sleepy state and now my bladder was fit to bursting. Would he let me relieve it before whatever he was going to do to me?
I got another clean glass from the rack and filled it up to the brim.
'Turn back around. I wanna see ya after all the time we've been apart.' He licked his lips suggestively and touched his groin. 'We've both missed you – me and my cock 'specially.'
I snorted and turned away in disgust.
'Look at me!' He barked, apparently offended. At least he'd stopped touching himself through his pants.
'And hurry up and drink that! Don't linger, hopin' to put off ya punishment.'
Bastard read my mind.
I gulped the water down hurriedly. As soon as I finished, he tossed me the broom and pan. 'Sweep that broken glass up and be grateful I ain't gonna add it to ya punishment later.'
I shuddered. I knew how he was going to 'punish' me by now. I just hoped it wouldn't happen again just because my brother knew. As if that would stop him.
I did what he said and dared to stutter out: 'I need to take a piss. Please, Dad.'
'OK.' He shrugged.
'Then can I go back to bed?' I looked up at him hopefully and God forgive me, giving him an innocent little boy yet coquettish smile. Sometimes it worked and he'd go easier on me. But only a little bit.
Not this time. 'With ya big brother still in there? Ya want his cock instead of mine, ya little slut?'
I blushed bright red and looked away. 'No, just tired's all.'
'Don't push it.' He grabbed my arm roughly to drag me upstairs. 'I'll give ya permission to go to the bathroom this time, but I'm coming with ya.'
I looked at the ground to hide my dismay. Why? Why the fuck would he do that?
My heart started thudding in my chest in terror. Was it a trick? Maybe he wasn't going to let me go at all. What if I pissed all over him while he fucked me? He wouldn't like that. Or maybe the sick fuck would. Obviously, he wanted to fuck me in the bathroom – maybe he wanted to do other shit to me in me there that I couldn't even imagine. My stomach churned.
He twisted one arm against my back as he dragged me back up the staircase, just like he had Merle the day before. 'You make one single sound to try and wake up ya brother, I'll kill him after I make you two fuck tomorrow.'
I did my best to make sure that he didn't hear me make any sounds of pain but when he let slip his little sick plans and pressed my arm even higher as a warning, I couldn't suppress a hiss of pain escaping my lips. Followed by a whimper.
Instead of punishing me for it like I expected, he pushed a rough hand through my hair. This was somehow worse, especially with what he said next. 'Why's that so bad? He fucked ya, didn't he? So, what's the big deal doin' it in front of me?'
'Get in there!' He snarled quietly when we got there and released me only to shove me into the bathroom. Before I knew it, he'd locked the door behind us.
I acted all submissive while I rubbed my aching arm. 'Can you…wait outside or turn around, please, while I piss, Dad?' I blushed again.
'No way. Said I wanna watch. Why ya so shy, son, after all we've done together? And now you and your brother…' He licked his lips and leered at me.
'Shut up! SHUT THE FUCK UP!' I suddenly lost it and dropped the good little boy act I knew got to him if I was lucky as I hissed at him but quietly, remembering this threat to kill my brother. I believed he would . 'You sick fuck…'
He backhanded me and yanked my pyjama top off over my head. 'How dare ya talk back to me? Ya lucky I don't get my belt or my knife.'
'Well, why don't ya? Anything's better than feelin' ya dick inside me again.'
He held me and shoved me forward to the toilet, ignoring what I had just said.
'Go then if ya want to go.'
'Lemme the fuck go first!'
He sniggered and started to bite the side of my throat gently. I squirmed and knew I'd have his 'love' bites on me the next day. Merle would probably see them and I didn't want him to. I was thinking how much I'd rather have my brother's, how I'd let him bite over the ones left by Dad just to erase them, no matter how much it hurt.
What the fuck was I thinking even at a time like that?
'Go!' He shook me like a rag doll.
With my eyes burning with shame and humiliation, I pulled down my pants and let go my stream of piss. Why wasn't he disgusted? He was even continuing his 'foreplay' and running his hands down my sides while I urinated.
I closed my eyes until the heavy stream dried up, doing my best to block out his caresses and gropes. When that didn't work, I imagined it was my brother's hands all over me instead.
It helped a little.
He turned me round, pausing thankfully. I took the opportunity to shamefacedly flush the toilet and put the seat down. Then I pulled my pants up even if I knew he'd have them off me pretty soon.
But he even stepped back to give me some distance. He looked at me, as if sizing me up.
'Take ya pants off. I wanna check ya over.'
I did what I was told as if on auto-pilot. Not really there.
I tried to cover myself with my hands between my legs. Why I did that, I don't know why. He'd seen me a thousand times before.
No surprise when he slapped my hands away.
All of this was creepily familiar. Usually, he was in such a hurry to get my clothes off. Why was he being like that now?
He stroked my hair while I cringed away, earning me another slap laid carefully on my other cheek. Probably so there'd be no obvious marks for Merle to see.
'Stop flinchin', jus' wanna check ya over. Ain't gonna hurt ya none.' Now he was sounding like my brother.
'Did he hurt ya, poor baby?' He crooned mockingly at me. 'Did he lose control when he got every thing he ever wanted laid out on a silver plate?'
'What do ya think? He ain't evil like you!'
He continued to 'examine' me for want of a better word while I gritted my teeth. Of course, he seized the chance to 'check' me all over – leaving no square inch of my skin untouched. Bastard seemed to take hours as he groped and laid sickening wet, little kisses down to between my thighs before eventually inserting 2 fingers into me. He produced lube from somewhere. I wouldn't have put it past him to keep it on him just for any time I was in grabbing range. However, for once he was being 'gentle' – 'gentle' for him anyway. Apparently, 'To see how rough Merle was with ya.'
Feeling nauseated, I had no choice but to let him do what he wanted while I clenched my fists at my side, unable to repress a little shudder or a whimper here or there. Worse, he noted my growing hardness with satisfaction as he played with my balls for a split second and tugged at the inner skin of my thighs.
'Did Merle do that to you?'
To my mortification, I had let a little moan slip and he stroked my hair in satisfaction. He'd never done that before and it got me thinking of my fun times with my math teacher when he'd touched me in similar ways.
And I'd liked it.
'See? You want me just as much as ya want ya brother. Don't pretend ya unwillin' with ya
Daddy. He knows ya inside and out. After all, I made ya.'
I closed my eyes to try and block him out. I tried to leave my body and failed like I did most of the time and just wanted him to get on with fucking me so it would be over quicker.
'Hmm….expected ya'd be looser than ya are. And in much more pain. 'Specially after he's been at ya. Did he get violent? Can't see any bruises or marks.'
I stubbornly tried to keep my mouth shut even not to defend my him brother against his twisted accusations. I wasn't going to let him know anything about me or
Merle. Didn't want him poisoning what we had or getting off on it. Especially that he hadn't touched me – well not really, except for one split-second stupid drunken kiss. And he'd been out of his skull on drugs.
'Do ya like it rough with your big brother? Like ya do with Daddy?' He kissed my forehead like a real father and I felt the bile rise up.
Could still the wetness of his lips there but although wet, it felt like it was burning into my skin but now he had me bent over the closed toilet seat and I forgot all about it when he started pushing into me.
I gave myself a pat on the back for not giving him any more mental jerk-off material by not answering any of his sick questions about me and my brother. He seemed to think that we'd 'done it' and whether Merle had forced me or not was not his priority. Well, I managed not to tell anything to the bastard about what we'd done when he wasn't there, anyway.
The next thing he said made my blood run cold. 'See? Makes no difference him knowing.' He taunted between gasps as he bottomed out inside me. Before he started thrusting slowly. 'He ain't killed me yet like he did the others.'
'He will when I tell him about this!' I burst out but not really believing my own words.
'Tell him. He didn't even try to stop me when he found us together. Didn't even believe it at first. Left you with me doin that to ya and only came back afterwards.'
'Cos he was in shock, that's why, asshole! No wonder he couldn't believe what he saw!'
'Maybe. Still didn't hear him complainin' or protestin' too hard when I made ya touch each other.'
'Cos ya force-fed us drugs!'
'Jus' sayin'. He knows and nothin's really changed for you. He doesn't really care about ya, that's why and fuckin' ya is all he's always wanted.'
After he was done, he held me on his lap, both of us buck naked. Like when I was little but we'd had our clothes on back then and it had been extremely comforting. I could feel the most disgusting and dangerous part of him under me but it was luckily apparently sleeping until he got hard again. I thanked my lucky stars that he just wanted a blow-job when it did and was yawning. Hopefully, he'd let me go back to be fucked again by Merle or so he thought.
But he had other plans but luckily no more raping that night or was it day by then? Pretty restrained for him. Onlyforced us to have a bath together, washed me with a sponge but let me choose the bubble bath – just like after the first time. I didn't choose pineapple or mint. He only let me choose 1 flavour and I ended up choosing orange.
Afterwards, he washed my hair and rubbed it dry with a towel like I was fuckin' 5 again. It all made me feel sick to my stomach but at least he wasn't hurting me right then.
'Sorry, I neglected ya tonight but I'll make more sweet love to ya, tomorrow. Promise, son. Jus' wanted to go a bit easy on ya after ya been with Merle. That boy has a libido the size of a planet and he's as brutal as fuck.'
I couldn't hold back another outburst when he insisted on dressing me. Wouldn't let me put my clothes back on myself. 'Ya sick. He would never sink to ya level.'
His eyes twinkled and he laughed. No doubt he thought he'd been merciful with only 1 rape and forced oral sex.
'Go on, get out of here. Go back to ya brother.' He didn't haven't to tell me twice and even beamed and gave me a gentle shove out of the bathroom to my bedroom. Not before slapping my buttocks and squeezing them tightly, of course. It was fucking weird – he seemed pleased with me like when other parents might have been about their kids passing a difficult test or exam. But not him.
Daryl
I crawled back into bed with my brother who was still sleeping like the dead. But only after I put a chair up under the door handle.
I broke down as soon as his arms automatically wrapped round me, even in his slumber.
Worse – I couldn't hold back the tears even though it hadn't been that bad, this time with Dad.
It was all the humiliation – being forced to take a piss in front of him, his long-drawn out 'checking me over' – the touches, the slimy kisses and gropings which were somehow worse than if he'd just got on with it.
Then him bathing and dressing me again afterwards, like I was a little kid.
But I was used to his sick games, I shouldn't have broken down like a girl. It was the very worst thing was what he mocked me with – the fact that Merle knew and nothing had really changed. The fact was that our father could get to me anytime right under his nose – maybe less often than before, OK granted. It didn't look like we were leaving and instead of sobering Merle up, the knowledge just seemed to want him to block it out with even more drugs and booze.
My pathetic, silent sobs against my brother's chest were making his pyjamas wet and I feared more than anything, him waking up, especially as he unconsciously tightened his hold on me. What would I say if he asked me if Dad had touched me again? Because despite my threat, I never wanted him to know because he would only feel guilty because he was sleeping while it happened. And if he noticed the marks on my throat, mostly there but there were others…
Then I smiled when I realized something. A ray of hope, if you will and the corners of mouth turned up.
If Merle felt about me the way I felt about him, even more strongly than the love of a brother, the love bites from the bastard's forced kisses inflicted on me might be what drove him to finally kill him.
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