Chapter 75: Past the Point of no Return Part 2
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Will they finally do it?
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Merle
I must have lulled myself back to Dreamland after my release and I knew he was no longer in danger from me maybe doing something to him in my sleep. What woke me up – and it was dawn with the light was streaming through the window, was something moving lightly over my lips. I opened my eye lazily because the shit and booze I'd consumed last night rendered me not the brightest early riser and I was still not completely sure if it was real after this night of fucked-up dreams or not.
First thing I saw were my brother's electric blue eyes and I smiled back at him sleepily. His eyes weren't full of fear for once but fire this time and it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen as he continued to trace my lips with his finger.
Then, I noticed the bruises on his face and I felt myself frowning.
'Baby, did he hurt you?' I gasped and suppressed the urge to gently feel his black eye, trace his split lip with my own fingers.
He shook his head bravely but said lip started to tremble along with the rest of him and he looked down for a moment.
Again, I pushed back the impulse to stroke away those lose dark strands hanging over one black eye and tilt his face up to look at me.
'Damn!' I muttered as I vaguely recalled heaving the wardrobe away from the door as quietly as I could but hadn't bothered to put it back when I drunkenly staggered back in from the bathroom. It was something we did out of habit lately – or at least it should have been one.
Dad must have got him.
Just one more time I'd failed to keep him safe. I mentally bashed my stupid junkie head against the wall.
'Forget it. Don't think about him…' He turned back to me then as if reading my thoughts.
'Merle.' He whispered again in a more determined voice as he lowered his head slowly to gently brush his lips with mine. 'I wanna…' His voice trailed off, full of unspoken promises as he looked away far into the distance over my head…or maybe he couldn't put into words what he wanted from me or maybe he didn't know yet.
'What? What do ya want, little brother?' I replied deceptively casually.
Then he drew back, bowed his head in shame. 'When...when he made us...touch each other and the other stuff …I liked it.' He admitted. Then looked up at me hopefully. 'I liked all of it. Well, apart from him being there.'
I laughed softly at shyness, it was so enticing. Especially when I knew he wasn't putting on an act for me. 'I did too. We rock together, little brother.'
But still I did nothing. I wasn't going to make the first move. Or touch him first. Might freak him out and end this before it had even barely begun.
And I couldn't bear that.
I wanted him to process what he was doing with no pressure from me and not to do something he'd later regret. It had to all come from him.
I sensed that he needed me to let him do it. Let him be the one in control for once. And it took all of my willpower not to give in to temptation but I was waiting – no – fuckin' praying for him to go further.
To do it.
To finally take that final, irrevocable leap into the unknown.
He leaned in closer so that our noses almost touched. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the hair – almost painfully. Ready as I was, I opened my mouth and our tongues collided. Lithe as a cat he straddled me then, making me hiss as he bumped against my already hardening dick.
I was surprised at his greedy, needy hands touching me all over, reaching under my clothes without a care in the world. His eyes shining bright with want. For me. His big brother, who didn't want anything else than to devour him alive at that moment.
'How ya wanna do this, little brother?' I panted and he shivered with excitement when I brazenly called him that. Making our sin something we could never deny.
Besides, his hands all over me felt like they were burning – leaving fiery trails on my skin wherever he touched me.
It had never been like this with a woman. But then, I'd never fucked another boy before. Maybe it was something to do with us being kin – blood calling to blood?
He pulled back from kissing my neck, looking confused for a split second before he smiled slyly. 'Ya feeling strong today in those logs ya call legs, bro?' He moved his hips in circular motions making me groan with pleasure. I stared at him, just couldn't look away from that sight of his face flushed with excitement and best of all – he was willing. 'How 'bout doin' me 'gainst the wall and holdin' me up. How that do ya?'
'Just say the word.' I hissed in approval, grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard. Deep. My hand trailed upwards to his hair, ruffling it slightly as I switched our positions, so that he was the one lying down.
'Can't believe this is happening…' I roughly rid him of all his clothes. I kind of expected a fight for the way I did that, but instead he just looked at me with burning desire in his eyes as he nodded.
I gripped his erection with one hand as I continued assaulting his lips with mine. He moaned in my mouth which made me enter a whole new level of crazy. I must have been wanting this for so long in my subconscious that I just couldn't get enough of him. Was it because of Dad or had I always wanted him? But the sensations rocking my body didn't allow me time to dwell on the reasons or waste time on guilt.
'Wait a sec.' I reached under my bed for the bottle of lube I knew was there. I was relieved at not having to stop, as my hand grasped around it.
'Open those legs.' I ordered him harshly in my eagerness and saw a sliver of doubt flash in his eyes briefly and I shook my head at him. Kicking myself mentally again because who did I just sound like?
'Don't worry, baby brother, ya tell me to stop, I'll stop. Promise.' I soothed. 'Ya know I will.'
He sighed in relief at that and gave me access to do as I pleased. I slicked two fingers in a hurry, only pushing in one of them at first. Knowing that he must be sore from Dad a short time ago.
'Ya okay?'
He nodded.
'Fine, Merle. Keep goin'.'
The tone of his voice had a hint of impatience to it and he even smiled in approval when I added the second. I scissored and stretched him out as gently as I could and watched his face the whole time for any signs of discomfort. But there were none. The very opposite actually.
When I tentatively slid in a third, he gripped his dick stroking himself for me to see, and I was at a loss at the sight. So, fucking perfect. He moaned and writhed, pure joy to see and pushed urgently back against my fingers.
'Ya ready for me?' I had to ask breathlessly because both of us were panting by then. Before we both went past the point of no return for good.
'Yeah. Think so.'
'Well. Don't ya bitch at me now, I'm gonna do right what ya told me to, I'm gonna carry ya over to that wall.' I pointed to it.
I scooped him up in my arms and of course, he slipped a little due to too much lube which I had overzealously applied. Because right then, I would have done anything to keep him from feeling any more pain that he had already had from Dad no doubt, at my hands.
He hid his face against my neck then and I could feel him shaking with fear. He'd obviously changed his mind and so I put him down gently.
'This is wrong. I'm not doing this.' I told him. ''Cos ya don't really want to.'
But he wasn't trembling from fear though - the little shit was laughing when he turned around to face me. Then he started to punch me and kiss me at the same time in his frustration. His hands were fisting in my hair almost angrily.
'Get the fuck on with it and fuck me! Hard!' He demanded hotly in my ear, touching himself impatiently when we took a break from each other to breathe. I smiled then and picked him up again. I couldn't help messing with him a bit – he looked so hot. Touching him everywhere with my slick lube-smeared hands while he moaned and writhed in my arms in pleasure and anticipation.
'Ya ready for ya big brother, hey, boy? And ya were right – my dick is bigger than his.' He smirked at that. When we finally reached the wall, I smeared the remaining lube on my dick. It was more than enough, and I was relieved that I didn't have to stop touching him with the other hand and possibly lose the moment.
I hoisted him up against the wall and supported his ass with my hands and gripped him by the hips. But when I saw the fresh bruises there, I hissed and paused what I was doing.
'Get on with it!' He immediately barked at me and wrapped his legs around my waist, panting in anticipation. He was moaning. And then more softly, 'It's OK, Merle. I … I want ya to.'
'That's it, ya gonna get it, ya impatient little brat.' I sneered down at him as I grabbed him again. Hard. I deliberately put my own handprints over the bruises already there but snarled with frustration when it was clear that his were still bigger than mine!
I couldn't erase his marks completely and replace them with mine instead!
Furious on my behalf as well as his, I bit the side of his throat deep so he'd at least have some of my marks on him somewhere – hopefully the bastard would see and would know- and resolutely pulled him to me.
He liked it and moaned in approval while writhing in my grasp.
There was clearly no turning back now. But yet I hesitated again. Why? When I finally had everything I'd ever wanted in my grasp?
'Do it, Merle.'
He seemed surprised that I could manage to hold his seemingly feather light weight up with only one while I was busy lining my cock up with the other. He whimpered at first when I first entered but then his mouth was eagerly seeking out mine as I slowly pushed further into him. I guess he needed distraction from the pain despite all the care I was taking. But like a true Dixon, he didn't complain although he tensed up pretty badly and squeezed my dick to within the inch of its life. I changed my angle slightly to better ease it in even more carefully.
'Fuck, ya so tight…' It didn't take me long to fully enter him though. He moaned close to my ear, making the hairs on my arms and neck stand on end. I closed my eyes briefly, basking in the bliss that was the feeling of being inside him. Couldn't get any more intimate than that. When I started to move in slow careful motions with my hips, Daryl scowled at me and fisted my hair angrily.
'Who are ya kiddin', bro. I fuckin' need ya, Merle. Fuck him out of me!'
I was a bit taken aback by the sheer need in his voice as well as what he had just said. But who was I to question him? My grip tightened around his hips, preparing myself; 'Yeah, think ya can handle me?' I deliberately went as deep as I could, upping the tempo a bit.
'I'll let ya know if you're hurtin' me. Harder.' He ordered me, panting and gasping.
I was so taken up with doing what he wanted that all the worries and guilt went out the window. He pushed back against my thrusts, making me totally crazy, gripping his shoulders now instead of those hips, bringing himself down hard to meet my thrusts.
He whimpered in the beginning, his hands desperately trying to find something to hold onto. No luck there, the wall was bare. 'Hold on to me if ya want.'
He gabbled something incomprehensible, as I tried to get some control over myself. He was soon grabbing at my hair in desperation, hard enough to be painful. 'Damn it, Merle, harder! Fuck me like he does!' I looked at him then – did he really want me to treat him like I imagine Dad did?
I growled then, slamming him up against the wall hard enough that it made him lose his breath for a few seconds. 'This what ya want, little brother?'
His panting breathing came out a little shaky then, 'Y-yeah.'
I couldn't help but wonder why he needed me to fuck the living shit out of him. Had it something to do with the way Dad treated him during the rapes? That he was desperate for me to replace him?
His touch both outside and inside him.
I snapped out of that gloomy train of thought about what the sick bastard and what he'd done to him because it was naturally a mood killer. We could deal with Dad later. And we would. Right now, he clearly needed me to be rough. Not that I was complaining. My arms were supporting him along his back, holding up the lower part of his body like an invisible bed supporting him. And I couldn't believe how deep inside him I could get and I was dizzy with desire as I looked down at him.
This was better than even in my dreams, my wildest fantasies… Worst of all, maybe I had always wanted to fuck my own baby brother. When it had started, I couldn't remember exactly.
He moaned and his flushed cheeks and slightly cloudy eyes showed me with relief how much he was enjoying it. I came nearly undone when he unconsciously licked his own lips that were slightly swollen from our kissing.
This soon turned into something raw, almost brutal and Daryl's breath began to resemble hiccups as he fisted himself between our bodies, I noticed that he was close to tears. I couldn't stop, and he didn't want me to either. Whenever I was too gentle with him, he would curse at me and dig his nails into my skin deep enough to draw blood. Demanding more and more brutal treatment!
I leaned in close to his ear and whispered: 'Ya gorgeous, baby brother. Beautiful inside and out. Next time, I'm gonna take my sweet time working ya, ya deserve bein' handled with love and care. Don't ya ever doubt that.'
He came shortly afterwards with a long, outdrawn cry. It released our pent-up hurt and so much pleasure to the point where it blew my mind away. I knew I would never hear such a delicious sound like it again in my life. He was sagging against me like a ragdoll, exhausted from his orgasm.
I tightened my grip around his shoulders, preventing him from sliding down and away from me. I held him put as I thrust into him relentlessly. Apparently, it was harder to calm down from that frantic pace we'd set. I flooded his insides as I kept on pounding him, moaning and praising him. Unable to stop – sick as it was, I think I understood our father's obsession with him. Even afterwards when the last drop was out, I just couldn't stop my hips from continuing to fuck him, I just never wanted it to end.
When my dick had become so over-sensitive that it even hurt to pull out of his warmth, I considered myself done. But I kept holding him in my arms, shaking now with exhaustion. And as we walked back to the bed, I felt like I had completely violated him. After all, he couldn't be in his right mind after the twisted abuse he'd gone through – he must be screwed up – didn't know what he wanted or needed and I had just taken advantage of him. Sick fuck had treated him like his personal sex slave and even though he appeared willing – it was so wrong because I had taken complete advantage of him. Probably, he was even conditioned by Dad to act out sexually when he thought the other person wanted him without even considering his own thoughts and feelings. But what if it had nothing to do with what Dad made us do?
I pushed the guilt and doubts aside. He'd made the first move, I'd offered to stop and he'd insisted on going all the way. I'd tried to be as gentle with him as I could and he'd wanted it brutal.
Not my fault.
So, I told myself.
'Fuck…this was…'
'Insane? Intense?' Daryl offered.
'Well yeah, both. Ya OK?' He nodded reassuringly at me then. Making me feel a bit better.
'Merle.'
'Yeah, baby brother?'
'Bro... I'm...' He slurred, his eye-lids were already drooping, he was exhausted as we got onto the bed. Then he curled into me, laying his head on my chest, just like before.
Just like always did, wanting me to hold him.
'I'll change the sheets when you wake up and we can have a shower. Now I don't have to wait for ya to be done. I can just join ya, would ya like that, hey, little brother?'
He nodded drowsily before he began to snore quietly.
I dozed off myself – I don't know how long before waking up with a rude start.
We were abruptly yanked out of our slumber by the impatient banging on the door.
'What ya boys doin'? Daryl, get ya sweet, littl' ass down here. It's Daddy's turn now.'
He whimpered under his breath and clung to me pleadingly, looking up at me with those big, blue eyes I could drown in if I never forced myself to pull away.
I did reluctantly. Fuck knows how I managed to play along like I didn't want to kill the bastard. Just for my brother's terrified whimper.
'Dad, do ya mind? I'm having a nasty case of morning wood here. Let him take care of it for me first, huh?'
'OK, then. We'll have breakfast after ya done with him. My treat. I can wait until after.'
I growled and clenched my hands into fists as soon as he was out of earshot. Then, I pulled my little brother to me.
