Chapter 71 Meth-head

I hope you all had a good Christmas and Happy New Year!

I finally found time to update and I hope you like this new chapter. I can't believe Dad is making them do stuff to each other and now it looks like Merle is going to give in to his he and Will so different, after all? Do you think he will hurt Daryl just like Dad does? Will they do it together? Poor, poor Daryl. His pain isn't over yet – Merle knowing didn't help and may have even made things worse. Fight back, Merle! Why don't you do something? I don't know how much more your brother can take and if you turn out to be just like Dad, I don't know what will happen to him…

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Daryl

I watched as my brother bore down on me in alarm, shaking me out of my pleasant drug haze with the shock of it. Worse - he practically shaking his pants off as he did so. I looked at him in horror and disbelief because Merle had licked his lips sleazily at me and called me 'A little bitch'!'

'No! Don't Merle! I don't want to!' I started to back-paddle away from him, nearly into the arms of our father sitting on the floor, smirking! I feared that the drugs were making him act crazy, just as Dad had intended. 'Please, don't!'

But then Merle stopped and smirked at me to let me know he was just 'playing' for Dad!

I stopped moving but by then our father was in easy reach and he did he grab me and wrap me in his arms. This threw me into even further panic and I snarled at him as I struggled to free myself.

'Let him go.' My brother growled and pulled up his pants and did up his belt while I turned away. His message to our father clear.

'You think I don't know what ya game is, Merle?' Dad chuckled even as he pulled me closer to him into a vice-like grip. 'I know you didn't screw him last night – acted like a real gentlemen for once. I bet ya didn't lay one finger on him – not like that anyway. No matter how much ya wanted to but you will fuck him by the time this one is over, I promise both of you that.'

'Ya sick!' My brother growled back. 'Ain't doin' nothin' with my own baby brother jus' for you sick fuck to get ya rocks off watchin' us… 'Fuck you! Ain't ever gonna happen.' But he was starting to slur his words and get that glazed look in his eyes. I feared that the stuff our 'tender and loving father' had given us was kicking in for real this time.

I prayed that it wouldn't make him horny and see me as one of his 'girlfriends' just like that time I crawled into his bed and he was half-asleep and started touching me and calling me by a girl's name. And send me to hell but I had liked it! Maybe Dad was right!

'And somethin' else – ya gonna thank me for it, no matter how much ya kick up a fuss now. Doin' what ya always wanted to do to ya baby brother! It will be a relief when ya jus' let go and don't have to hide what ya want anymore. Was for me, anyway.'

'Shut up.' We hissed at him in unison.

I looked at my brother in growing concern. He was looking increasingly unsteady on his feet and his words grew less and less convincing as he drew in a deep breath and turned around as if trying to think of a way out.

On the other hand though, I was starting to feel pleasantly numb myself so that I didn't even mind the asshole touching me, sitting bare naked on his lap. Even when he started circling my skinny, taunt stomach with one hand, lower and lower…

'Merle…' But my voice was weak and fading as Dad slipped one hand under me to fondle me gently.

'What…what shit did ya put in our beers, you bastard?' Merle rounded on us and asked him again and thankfully, he took his hand away. But my brother didn't even seem to notice!

Dad laughed tapped the side of his nose without answering. 'Daryl, go get us that expensive whiskey from the kitchen – ya know the one I only use for special occasions. Merle, take off ya pants for real this time and get on that bed.'

I got up shakily to obey as soon as he let me go. I saw my brother's eyes flash with anger when he slapped my backside before giving it a quick, painful squeeze. But I didn't even mind that so much. Not like I would have normally.

As I went past him, Merle made a gesture of helpless surrender and shrugged his shoulders apologetically at me before he did as he was bid for all his bluster. I knew he would never have given in to that piece of shit if not for the fact that he was high and drunk to begin with and whatever he'd given us was coming into full kick-ass effect now. Worse - I could hear my father's panting breaths behind me as he continued to touch himself.

I ran away out of that room and down the stairs when I heard him doing that. I suddenly found myself clinging to the sink in the kitchen, stark naked and trying to get my breathing back under control. I bent over it as long as I could until the asshole called me back in, wanting badly to retch but nothing would come out.

I unwillingly grabbed the precious bottle of whiskey from the top shelf and 3 glasses (wasn't sure if he planned to give us any)and slouched unwillingly back upstairs to my room.

When I got there, Merle was sprawled naked across my bed and looking terrified out of his wits, making me wonder what the bastard had said or done to him while I was out of the room.

'Let's have a drink to warm you two up, huh, boys?'

'As long as ya don't put any more shit in it.' Merle snapped despite his alarm and I could see him eyeing the bottle greedily, practically drooling at it as I handed it over to our father. As soon as I gave him the glasses, I tried to back away near the bed but wasn't fast enough. It seemed like my legs were affected by the drugs and Dad easily grabbed me and forced me to sit on his lap, his naked lap. I saw Merle half get up on his elbows and open his mouth to weakly protest but he gave up without a word and settled back down. You have no idea how much dread filled me at his growing weakness.

Dad coddled me on his lap with one arm as he filled the glasses with the other hand. I turned away in disgust, thinking that sitting naked on top of his dick should have bothered me more. After all, he wasn't doing anything with it yet but I fancied I could fill him swelling. I tried not to think about it.

'Come get it.' He motioned to Merle once he'd filled 3 glasses to the brim.

Merle clumsily got up and I was screaming at him mentally to start fighting back and say 'No' or at least tear me away from Dad.

But he didn't do any of those things! All he seemed to care about was that glass of strong liquor and his greedy eyes focused on that instead of me!

Screw you, Merle! I remembered him telling me for the millionth time he wasn't going to let Dad or anybody else ever hurt me. Then I got a flashback of Dad holding me and telling me the exact same thing that time he held me back from school after Mike!

Both of them were liars and couldn't even protect me from themselves, apparently! Well, Dad couldn't but Merle?

Then Dad handed me mine and started drinking his slowly, for once. Bastard liked to drag out the torture no matter how impatient he seemed to get – I trembled when I recalled how long he'd taken the first time he did it to me.

Anyway, the good quality booze seemed to relax him and he ruffled my hair while I suppressed my rage at both of them.

Meanwhile, Merle pointedly refused to look at either of us and focused on guzzling down the expensive drink on my bed like it was tap water.

'Finish it!' Dad barked at me and shook me threateningly when I took longer than both of them, knowing that whatever he was going to make us do would start immediately after.

I gulped it down reluctantly, feeling it burn my throat. But at least it was going to make things easier.

'You, get back on the bed.' He pointed at my brother.

'Daryl, go straddle ya brother.' Horrified at his words I froze. I saw Merle's eyes fly wide.

'Do it or ya and ya brother will be very sorry.'

In a daze, I walked over to Merle to sit in his lap. He just looked at me with foggy, unreadable eyes, not touching me and saying nothing.

Dad chuckled at that, shaking his head. 'Ya know, I think it's about time I give you boys something much stronger to help ya both relax a little since that whiskey don't seem to have made a difference. Help get things goin'… Don't fuckin' move till I get back.'

Our eyes locked for a brief moment, before my brother closed his and I looked away. Because neither of us wanted to look down. We were fucking naked. I just wished he'd touch me – reassure me and I got my wish when I felt his his hand squeeze mine, trying to comfort me. I looked at him closely then, but he still kept his eyes shut as if couldn't face opening them.

I didn't blame him but it was me who was in a worse situation.

'Lookee, what I have here.'

Merle opened his eyes at that, and they widened in fear, which made me look too. A bag of meth. My gut clenched. This couldn't be good.

'This'll help ya loosen up. Daryl, get up, Merle, lie down on ya back on that bed and make yaself comfortable. Ya in for some real pleasure, son.'

It all happened so fast – I got off the bed and Merle reluctantly lay down himself on his back, his package on full show and not bothering to cover it. Why would he? We were all naked, I'd seen him before and vice-versa, but I wondered if had ever seen Dad. Probably. When he was small.

'You face the wall, son. No peeking.' He ordered me.

I turned my head away, very tempted to look when I could clearly hear my older brother's objections. Wondering what the bastard was doing to him with fear growing in my belly. But I couldn't keep track of time just then, it probably only took Dad a couple of minutes, but it seemed like an eternity to me.

'Now, ya can look.' He ordered me. Acting like it was a a nice surprise gift. But I knew better. Bastard never gave us anything except pain and suffering.

I turned around with fear threatening to consume me, but apparently it was nothing compared to the blinding terror I felt for my big brother when I looked at him.

White powder formed a small T-shape on his chest all the way down. Covering his nipples and not to mention, between his legs.

Merle! I screamed with my mind and right on cue he looked up at me. But his eyes were vacant and my hope shriveled into nothing when I knew then how high he was to allow that to happen.

Panic forced me to turn back around and I started to stupidly walk towards the door. I can't say the sharp pain when he split my lip nor the fact that he didn't let me go was a surprise.

'This is all for you, I'm being nice - making things a bit easier for ya. What's the matter, boy? Ya know how much that shit is worth?'

'Probably more to ya than me and Merle together, ya sack of shit.' I hissed under my breath while Merle made big warning eyes at this in my direction.

'What was that, ya little brat?' Dad snarled at me, anger threatening to explode in his voice.

'Nothing.'

'He'll overdose, ya crazy fuck. He can't take all of this.' Merle's voice was full of fear and anger. But still he didn't move.

'You'll get some of it, think I'm stupid? Now…', he directed his attention to me again and gave my cheek a long lick causing Merle to look away. I didn't even dare to wipe his saliva away, no matter how badly I wanted to.

'Straddle your brother again and don't ya mess up that meth. That's for ya mouth, boy. First lines ya can snort, then ya can feed ya brother with ya fingers, understand?'

I nodded, my body rigid in terror, knowing I couldn't stop any of this but I had to at least try: 'Stop! Leave Merle out of this, I promise, I'll do as ya say. I'll even let ya fuck me.'

Merle looked at me in shock when he heard this and shook his head at me violently. Mouthed 'No!'. I ignored him. 'Ya don't need to prove nothin', you're the one in charge!', I added in my desperation.

'Aw, how sweet.' He crooned sarcastically. 'Wantin' to sacrifice ya sweet little slut self for ya big brother. But, No. Nice try. Don't worry, I will fuck ya later anyway. But you'll both do what I want eventually. I don't know, maybe ya like the thought of having the two of us workin' ya over at the same time? All that attention? Or maybe we can switch things around, huh? Wouldn't it be nice havin' ya brother deep inside ya the same time as ya little talented mouth finishes me off? What do ya say to that?'

I took a deep breath, shuddering at the sick image. What a nightmare, would this ever end?

I straddled Merle like he said and leaned forward, careful not to disturb Dad's artistic flair with the meth. The sitting position forced me to slightly arch my back to keep steady. Hating it all the more since I knew sick fucker liked that.

'Perfect. Looking hot, boys. Now, first taste goes to your brother. Wet ya finger, coat it and stick it in his mouth.'

I did it very quickly. Just wanted it done with. Merle took it without a fight. Then, I stared at my line after, inches away from my nostrils.

'Ya give me some more of it, baby brother. Don't take the whole line.'

'Shut ya mouth, Merle. He'll take it all.'

'It's his first time, damn it!' His voice was rising in anger.

'I know the overdose signs, ya stupid shit. Daryl, ya do as Daddy tells ya. Ya know what will happen otherwise.' He leered at me then, his eyes drinking me in down the length of my entire body while I shuddered. 'I'm not kiddin', boy. I'll carry out my threat, ya know I will.'

Everything went quiet around me, except for Dad, inching closer to me. I could feel his beady eyes crawling all over my skin as he silently proved his point. Out of fear, of course, I obeyed him instead of my brother.

'Boy can sure snort, hey, Merle?'

Merle scowled at him.

'Sit back for a while, little brother. Ya should start to feel somethin' in about 3-5 minutes.'

'Merle, I'll gag you if ya don't put a brake on the talkin'.'

'Why, there's no fucking reason for him to freak out. Better give him some heads-up about what to expect.'

'How about you, drug-counselor? How are ya feelin'?' Dad sneered at him, inching even closer to us.

'I'm already high as a kite, but the effects of this shit should kick in, on me, say – in probably 15.'

I rolled my eyes at Merle's drugs expertise.

'And the high? How long does that last?'

'That depends on how much ya take. Force Daryl to take all of this…including what's on my fucking dick and balls – he'll overdose. If not, he will be high for almost 24 hours. Me, if he gives me half of it, which I doubt you'll allow, 8 hours, maybe 10. But then again, I'm high enough for 5 people as it is. So I ain't so sure.'

'Did ya math homework, Merle. I'm proud of ya.'

'Get lost.'

He changed tactics since Merle clearly wasn't listening and gripped my hair to yank me up. I let out a small sound of discomfort, both at my burning scalp and out of fear. I was so careful not to go down onto Merle and not mess the white powder pattern. That would drive the fucker crazy. My position was uncomfortable to say the least, as I mentally tried to grasp what that nice feeling was that was spreading throughout in my body.

'Starting to roll on a new high?'

'Yeah.'

'Looking so hot, boy. Face all flushed like that.' Lowering his voice he whispered into my ear, though he made sure it was loud enough for Merle to hear, 'Ya big brother's gonna get himself the blowjob of his life very soon.'

Merle's eyes widened at Dad's words, just like mine did. When Dad's gripped my chin and forced me to look at him, a new wave of that unknown sensation passed through me. His fingers in my hair tingled, not in pain but it felt nice in a very weird way.

'Get ya fucking filthy hands off him!' Merle tried again, but it was no use. Daddy Dearest was on a completely different high. Power. Power over us.

I started to breathe a bit harder out of anxiety then and I couldn't quite recognize myself. It scared the crap out of me. To my horror he mumbled 'so fuckable' in an obscene voice before he claimed my lips and kissed me while my thighs started to burn because of the weird position.

Dad started to moan low in his throat, a dangerous sign and I was beyond feeling shame as I wished Merle to look, to notice what Dad's intentions were so he could warn me. But before I knew it, I was roughly pulled off my brother into Dad's arms. He roughly bent me over, leaving my face to hover over my next line to snort.

To my relief, he said, 'Ya give that one to your brother.' It didn't last long, at the same time I put one finger into my mouth, Dad shoved two of his roughly inside of me. I whimpered pathetically, unable to hold back. 'That's right. Now coat it, give it to Merle, and done more time.'

Merle took a firm grip of my shaking hand, keeping it steady as he brought my finger into his mouth, while glaring daggers at our Dad.

'Merle, every single sound, word or thing ya do to disrespect me, smart ass that ya are, ya little brother will suffer for it. Do ya get it?' Merle nodded, with difficulty, but he did it. His eyes told me why. He was terrified for my safety. There seemed to be no end to Dad's insanity anymore.

'Now let me see that finger, boy.' I struggled against the temptation of giving him the other but that wouldn't end well. So I obediently held it out for inspection as I squeezed the sheets in pain when his fingers went in deeper.

'No, Merle, you're supposed to get it clean. Put some suction to it. Maybe ya precious baby brother can teach ya how, huh?' The bastard chuckled dirtily.

Merle's eyes darkened with anger, but remarkably, he said nothing.

'Ya go right on ahead, put ya sweet little finger back into his mouth.' Our father commanded while his own fingers carried on exploring inside me.

But I was so focused on obeying his orders to avoid further pain that I wasn't ready for the amazing feeling as his fingers deliberately brushed something inside me. Something electric. Like my school teacher had done to me numerous times and told me what it was.

Momentarily forgetting where and who I was with,I moaned in pleasure as my breath hitched in surprise and my hips involuntarily reacted. I exhaled in a puff, resting my cheek against Merle's chest whose eyes flashed with fear and surprise as we both watched the remaining powder disappear in a cloud in a horror.

Dad gripped me around my neck this time to yank me upwards again and shook me like a rag doll.

'Now, look what ya done!' He screamed in my ear as his grip on my neck tightened but least his fingers were gone. He suddenly turned me around only to swipe at me and threw me against the wall. I saw stars as I landed upside-down with my legs flailing in the air. Vaguely, from the corner of my eye, I saw Merle advance towards Dad with fury but our father shook his head.

'Tut...tut. Ya back off now Merle, like a good boy, otherwise I'm gonna fuck ya little brother right in front of ya. You boys keep on forgetting that I will or do ya jus' don't believe me? Do ya need a demonstration?'

'No!' We both yelled in unison.

Our father chuckled at our reaction as he picked me up easily like a broken rag doll. I was still weakened from the force of impact. Slightly dizzy and disorientated, my head involuntarily sought out his chest to lean against. He responded to this by giving my temple a tender fatherly kiss while he pressed himself threateningly against my backside. I panicked but knew there was nothing I could do.

Anyway, I knew by bitter experience that me struggling only turned him on more. So I forced myself to be still even though I could feel that the asshole was hard, of course. Merle stopped in his tracks but his fists were still clenched and I just knew that he wanted to get his hands on Dad for this, to murder him.

Then Dad let me go without warning and I immediately scrabbled as far away from him as I could. Unfortunately not far.

'Since ya dumb fucks have ruined the effects, Daryl – ya can blow ya brother without the meth. What a pity – I was gonna make it all nice and easy on ya, boy.'

I rounded on him in rage. 'Since when did ya make anythin' easy for me, ya sick shit?' I snarled.

He punched me in the side for that. 'Ya show me some respect, son.' He screamed at me as I doubled over in pain despite myself. 'Cos ya gonna pay me back later with ya cute little ass and mouth for that meth – every fuckin' grain. Ya wait and see.'

'Right, Merle, ya lay back over there. Prepare to enjoy yaself. Daryl – ya get back on top of him – straddle him, like before.'

Fucker was commanding us into our positions like the world's sleaziest porno director. I was surprised that he wasn't actually filming us but then the Dixons were too poor to even buy an ordinary camera, let alone an expensive one that rich people had to make home movies.

My head was pounding and I looked at Merle, pleading with him silently to stop this. No hope there – his pupils were dilated – making his eyes look black and a spool of spittle was dripping slowly down his chin. I tried to catch his eye but he looked over at the other wall. He just didn't seem to be aware of what was going on and only Dad physically hurting or threatening me could rouse him out of his drug and alcohol stupor.

No help there then, he was stoned off his rockers. Merle! I tried to scream at him with my mind. It seemed to work sometimes and he turned back to me again and I glimpsed a brief flash of awareness in those deep, dark pools before it slowly flickered out.

Behind me, our father was getting impatient. Pushed me towards my brother.'Stop makin' eyes at each other. Do yourselves a favor and give in to the temptation – ya know ya both want to and get the fuck on with it!' He yelled, touching himself in his excitement.

I reluctantly straddled my brother again for what felt like the hundredth time. Merle refused to meet my eyes.

'Start at his nipples.' The sick fuck behind me ordered. 'Course now, ya ain't got the drugs to help ya out with the stage fright, you stupid boy.'He chuckled obscenely at his own joke and started touching himself more enthusiastically.

I tried not to look and block him out but it was hard what with him barking directions.

I lowered my lips as slowly as I could – playing for time but Dad was naturally not having any of that.

'Do it!' He breathed, sounding less like a bark and more like a moan as he started to pant while he took in the scene in front of him.

I sucked in Merle's left nipple, massaging it carefully with my tongue. He gasped and raised an eye-brow, looked at me then with surprise and I saw something else in his eyes. Was it excitement? No wonder he hadn't put much of a fight. Then again, he probably thought me doing this to him wasn't hurting me.

I swirled my tongue round it – just biting down lightly with my teeth – almost enough to hurt. God knows when I learnt to do this – I couldn't recall with whom or where. Rogers maybe? Had he done it to me? I never did stuff like that to Dad. Probably, if by some miracle I got a girlfriend after all this, I would do the same thing to her, since the effect was so electric.

How twisted was that? Doing this shit to my brother made me think about potential girlfriends? Using what I did to make my brother moan on them? Practicing on my own brother first?

How sick was that?

Merle groaned then and arched his back.

'Very good, son. Now the other one!' Dad panted.

I did as he said straightaway – giving the same treatment to the other. Who knew that I would be so good at sex with my big brother? I mean – my high school teacher had always praised me and taught me a lot but I didn't really believe him. Even when he told me I was smart and could go to college – not really. Dad always said me and Merle would be good together but I thought he was just being perverted as usual. And luckily there was even a little bit of meth powder left there which I licked up and this time I wanted it. Anything to make this shit a little easier. Merle groaned and shuddered when I did that. And I felt my brother getting that much harder beneath me, making me panic.

I stopped what I was doing when Merle started to pant breathlessly. I feared he was getting out of control and would hurt me just like Dad wanted him to. Especially when he put his arms round me and it didn't feel like comfort then like it had always before – it felt like he was trapping me because I couldn't budge a single inch.

It seemed like he didn't want me to move because he didn't ever want me to stop doing what I was doing to him. Worse - that possessiveness was in his grasp again. I struggled but he shushed me. 'It's gonna be all right, little brother, no worries.'

'Easy for you to say.' I growled in his ear. I stared at him, suddenly wishing I was as high as he was.

'Enough of the warm-up!'Our director gasped at us between pants. 'Daryl, lick ya way down his chest. Where the powder was. If ya lucky- ya may even find some left.' Dad was touching himself manically – probably was going to come soon. I didn't want to see that so I focused on my brother instead.

Merle pulled back his arms from around me and lay back as I licked and nibbled my way slowly down his chest. Along his six pack and his flat stomach. Looking for any stray grains of meth as I did so. The ones I'd already found were giving me a pleasant, buzzing effect adding to what I previously snorted. I was surprisingly clear in my head even after what I'd taken and the painful collision it had had with the wall.

At least it was dulling the reality of what I was actually doing and I wanted more, cursing myself for the mistake I'd made by blowing it away like that and wasting the precious stuff. It could have got me through this nightmare. Despite Merle's warnings about overdosing, I wanted more. To be honest, I couldn't have given one shit about having an overdose at that particular point.

I would've welcomed the oblivion.

I finally hovered at the line above Merle's pubic hair. Mentally blacked out for a few seconds and no thought could enter my mind, I guessed that's what feeling scared shitless felt like. There was no going back after this – not after giving my own brother a blowjob.

Merle was doing his best to soothe me, stroking my arms and now he was running his fingers through my hair before he pushed my face down on him none too gently a couple of times. What he wanted me to do was clear as day. Meanwhile, the sounds of our father's moans as he pleasured himself and urging us on in excitement faded thankfully into the background.

I was breathing harshly, wishing all of this to stop. For Merle to stop it. My mouth wasn't even close yet, all he could feel against his dick was my breath. But my brother's impatience was clear with his writhing and gasping. I stupidly looked up at when I head him moan and his eyes met mine dead-on. Unluckily, I could see that he was horny as fuck. And before I knew it he'd grabbed my head with both hands now and was more insistently guiding me down towards his dick.

I struggled automatically, pushing at his thighs with my hands, wanting to get distance. I was desperate for this not to happen, what if this fucked everything up between us? It was bound to, right? Even if Dad died the very next day or we killed him and we never spoke of it again, it would hang heavily between us. Just as the old sick piece of shit had planned.

What Merle was doing felt a lot like with Dad and I started to breathe hard in panic. Except Merle didn't push my head down, just held it there whereas the old bastard would have forced his dick deep into my throat by now. He never cared how I was feeling. Still, when Merle growled in frustration when I made no move, I let out a pathetic whimper. Luckily, it was too low for Dad to hear but my brother did and hushed me despite his obvious need and stroked my hair soothingly.

I loved him for that. Should have known he'd never hurt me.

'It'll be OK,' he whispered.

Dad pitched in too. 'Get the fuck on with it!' He barked at us from behind. We did our best to ignore him.

'Don't know how to do it?' He mocked. 'Should do. Had plenty of practice by now what with me and that pervert of a teacher must have taught ya good, too. Maybe even …even…any boys from school?' Dad sneered at me and I knew who he was getting at by 'other boys'. Merle snarled when he mentioned Rogers and didn't hear anything else.

'Lick him both sides, then take him into ya pretty, little slut mouth. Do it slowly, I wanna watch every single reaction of ya brother's.'

I looked up pleadingly at Merle. Wasn't he going to put a stop to this? At least try? He could start with letting my damn head go. Maybe the panic in my eyes was too clear for even his - high as shit- brain to miss, and he immediately released me.

But he only looked at me with pity until his expression changed into something else. Was it need? Lust? Like on our father's face practically every time he looked at me. And he smirked and I started to distrust him again.

'Do it, little brother. Don't mean nothin'. He'd said that in a soothing way but with his voice raspy with impatience. The exact same words as before when the bastard had forced me to lick the toothpaste off his cheek yesterday. But I disagreed – giving him a blowjob wasn't exactly 'nothing' to me.

I bent my head down reluctantly to lick one side of Merle's shaft, then the other as he shuddered and breathed deeply. There was really no turning back now, probably it would escalate from there until the final, inevitable conclusion. That realisation made my stomach hurt before I pushed it from my mind. I didn't have a choice. Either I did this or Dad was going to punish us both. With that thought screaming in my head, my older brother's dick disappeared into my mouth.

To avoid an out of control Merle, I soon took him deeper. Knowing he would want that eventually anyway. Better to beat him to it, he could be very intense sometimes. He shamelessly arched his back and grabbed my hair in his hand, but didn't pull it enough to make me hurt. He also didn't push himself in further or choke me like our father always did. He did try his luck one time though, not pushing in too far, but it was deep. I was waiting for his hands behind my head to keep me steady. To stop me from breathing until my lungs hurt. But they never came and I was left free. With Merle, I was allowed to take a second's break anytime I needed to and catch my breath.

'He's real good, girls that's done this to me don't have a chance.' He groaned between pants of pleasure.

I flinched when he compared me to his girls and momentarily stopped trailing the underside of his dick with my tongue which he seemed to like. A lot. This time, he quickly grabbed my hair again, not painfully, but firm enough to make his point.'Why did ya stop?' He hissed in agonized frustration.

Did Merle really just tell Dad that he thought I was good? Was he serious or was it just to fool him? Because he'd sounded like he'd meant every word and the sounds of pleasure he was making and his body's responses seemed to confirm it. I hoped that he was just high and out of it as usual, and that was why he had allowed things to go this far.

'Oh fuuuck…' Now his grip on my hair almost turned painful as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull in ecstasy.

'Keep goin', not long now. I'll tell ya when.'

'No ya won't. He's gonna swallow. Touch his balls, ya little slut. Put some feeling into it.' The bastard chipped in.

Merle frowned at that but was unable to react properly due to the drugs and the fact that he was pretty close to coming, judging by his moaning and hips moving to meet me halfway. But he always made sure I was the one in control, even though I could tell he was holding back big time.

Then, I heard the bastard closing in on us. Pressing his dick against my cheek and growling at me, he was moving it back and forth. The head of his dick sliding all over the left side of my face, sick fuck even traced the outlines of Merle's dick on my cheek. I wanted to back away from him as far away as I could but I was focusing so hard on my brother who, on the verge of his climax, didn't seem to notice what Dad was doing to me. He was demanding my full attention.

Dad cursed under his breath as watching us and he fisted my hair with one hand next to Merle's before he came with a cry.

He slouched back then contentedly spent and smiled at us, clearly enjoying the show. With Merle – it seemed to go on forever – even longer than usual with him. With a flourish, I varied my technique, using my tongue more. It used to get Dad off quicker and cut short the torture for me.

'When he does me, I shove it all the way down the little whore's throat. And when he does somethin' I don't like, I simply choke him.'Dad coached Merle. 'Ya too soft on 'im.'

Merle raised an eyebrow but was enjoying himself too much to rise to the bait and get angry. Thankfully he didn't take the pervert's advice and continued to let me set my own pace. He was finally approaching his orgasm after what seemed like an eternity. I knew because his balls tightened and drew up, in my grip. He shuddered and came into my mouth. Dad was ready for this and held my head in place.

'That's it, boy. Ya take it all. Don't ya dare spit it out.' Dad snarled at me. 'Ya better swallow all of it!'

I leaned away from my brother, face red with shame with my cheeks bulging. Holding it all in. Refusing to obey him, I shook my head. Dad raised his hand to slap me hard for this bit of defiance but my brother intercepted it and stopped him in mid-air.

'Leave him alone.' Merle growled dangerously.'If he wants to spit my cum out, let him. He did good, why don't ya leave him alone?'

I looked from one to the other – my mouth full of the disgusting fluid - not knowing who to obey. I couldn't swallow Merle's cum – that was just sick. So I reached for what was closest, a glass standing there on the table next to the bed and spat it out in relief.

Dad was on top of me in a second.'Ya little shit, how dare ya do that when I told ya to swallow?!' He yelled furiously at me as he pulled me off of the bed. 'Now I'm really going to hurt ya. I'm gonna do all the things I held back from doin' until ya were old enough.'

I couldn't help myself whimpering. What else could he do to me that he hadn't done before? And what did he mean until I was 'old enough'? I was still underage and he was my fucking father but all that never seemed to bother him.

He cuffed me to the ground then and then released me, looking around. Probably wanted his lube. He just came for fuck's sake, how could he be ready to go again?

He chuckled, answering my silent question: 'Told ya before. Can shove other things up ya ass, boy, to punish you – not only my dick.'

I cringed at that, fighting for my life to get some space between us. Wondering why Merle was laying back on my bed with a glazed expression on his face and not reacting.

Why didn't respond to my inner-voice? When he was more or less sober, he usually knew what I was thinking at him, unbelievable as it sounded. But it always seemed that Dad was nearly always in my head instead these days.

Maybe that's why he always seemed to know my moves before I made them and what I was thinking. That was a frightening thought but I told myself he was just lucky at guessing and predicting me, sick as he was. He was a sly old bastard and was my father after all, if only in name. That's how I thought of him now, anyway.

But I was too exhausted and high to get up and make a run for it, so in sheer desperation, I crawled over to my oblivious brother on my hands and knees. Like a fucking beggar pleading for mercy and protection.

But then he stomped down on the small of my back, preventing me from getting to the safety of my brother and leaving me flattened against the floor. Fuck. It hurt.

The agony made me hitch my breath with difficulty but anyway, Dad finally caught my brother's attention. Merle got up from the bed and moved towards us, getting ready for his move and I mentally cheered him on. Yes, Merle!

Dad made a grab at me again, but my brother was quicker as he roughly dragged me to the other side of the room. Away from him. Merle helped me to my feet then and shielded me from our father. Our height-difference was very noticeable because he was almost a head taller than me. Reminding me how I'd failed to grow hardly at all over the past few months.

I peeked from behind his shoulder to see if the fucker had calmed down. He just stared at Merle, one side of his mouth quirking upwards into a half smile that scared the shit out of me more than his anger would have done.

'Look, can't we just calm down for a bit, huh? The night is still young, I would kill for a beer right now. Wouldn't ya, boys?'

We both nodded after considering carefully because the fucker didn't give anything away for free. Naturally, there would be a price to pay. I thought I knew what it was and I shuddered in fear.

'Daryl, get us couple out the fridge, would ya? And be quick about it, boy. Jus' ya try anythin' and I'll get Merle to rip ya another asshole before this night's over.'

I trembled and Merle reached behind me to stroke the bare skin on my arm. I automatically curled in closer to him.

Either Dad didn't notice or didn't care. 'Just like I thought he would, he had a hard time resisting ya sweet little cock-sucking mouth. Jus' ya remember he'd have even a harder time sayin' 'No' to ya tight little sweet ass, tonight. Not now he's had a little taste of ya. So, better watch it, son.'

I clenched my aching jaw together to keep my mouth shut, steered myself quickly and quietly towards the bathroom, not downstairs to the kitchen as I had been ordered to. When I got there, after I urinated,I brushed my teeth hard enough until I was spitting out bloody saliva.

After that, I lathered my face up with soap, scrubbed at it furiously with my fingers and a flannel where my father's dick had made contact. Where he had emptied himself on me for fuck's sake. I felt so dirty and ashamed and even after all the scrubbing, I could still feel the cold, clammy, disgusting touch of it on my skin.

My eyes filled with pathetic tears, feeling like I would never be rid of the sensation of his disgusting touch and even though I was alone, I refused to let them fall.

Instead,I took a few deep breaths before I left the bathroom and headed towards Merle's room. What if he made us fuck in front of him tonight and Merle didn't put up much of a fight or couldn't protect me? Worse – what if it was because he didn't want to? And even if he somehow did manage to protect me, by getting Dad let us go to bed for instance, would he be able to control himself as Dad had pointed out and couldn't resist having another taste of me but this time of my 'tight, little sweet ass'?

Yet, I thought maybe I wouldn't blame Merle if he did lose control. Not completely, anyway. Some of it or at least most of it – was the drugs and Dad – putting those sick thoughts into his head.

'Daryl! Where ya at, BOY! Get ya ass back in here with those beers. Merle – don't ya move.'

With a sigh, I reluctantly dragged my feet downstairs and did as I was told. Heart full of dread, I made my way back into my room with the cold bottles.

Yet as I saw Merle's room, I had an idea. It was clear to me now that I had to be the one to get us out of this mess and save myself because Merle was simply unable to and/or couldn't stand up to Dad when he was under the influence of alcohol and drugs. However, it was too late to do anything tonight. Besides, the bastard would hear me go in there and suspect I was up to something.

I sheepishly went back in my bedroom. The asshole's next words filled me with blind terror.