Chapter 76: Final Showdown
Hope you are all healthy and safe and not getting too bored if you're in isolation. It's really scary what's happening, isn't it? I hope I can distract you from the situation for a little while. I'm currently working from home – I'm lucky I can do that. So, here's a long chapter to make up for not being able to update sooner.
Why doesn't Merle do anything to stop Dad? It seems like he's reluctant for them to leave as well, no matter how much his dad is still hurting his teenage brother.
Talking about lines being crossed like in the previous chapters, Dad does something shocking by going even further, if you can imagine it!
Daryl
We heard his footsteps pound down the stairs and we sighed in relief. But it was only short-lived. It was 10 am, the bastard had let us sleep.
Not like him and that in itself was ominous.
'What the hell do we do now?', I asked. 'You can only stall him for so long. And he means it this time - wants to see us fuck right in front of him.'
Merle grinned at me and reached over to play with my hair flirtily. 'So? Would that be so bad? We already gone and done it.' He hummed contently and lowered his head to kiss my throat.
I pushed him away in anger and disbelief. 'You can't be fuckin' serious, bro?'
'I was jus' playin' with ya, little brother. Of course, I don't want to give the bastard the satisfaction.'
I looked at him lopsidedly like I didn't quite believe him and he kissed me on the mouth to distract me. I let him for a while because it felt good and I really needed him before I pushed him away. His flippancy pissed me off and he still hadn't come up with any plan. Then I noticed his eyes with a sinking heart.
'Aw, Merle – ya been snorting that shit up ya nose some more? In the night while I was sleepin', too!'
He laughed while his pupils turned huge and his eyes whirled round like saucers.
'Shit, Merle! Fat lot of us you are! He's gonna make us do it for real this time!' Worse – there was no smells of cooking so we wouldn't even be given the brief respite of brunch. Not that I was hungry anyway.
He pulled me to him instead of answering and ran his hand soothingly down my back. 'Don't worry. I got it all in hand this time and he won't be able to mess with us.'
Just then, we heard him thumping up the stairs like a bat-crazy elephant. He banged on the door and yelled for us to come out.
I looked at my brother to see what we should do next while he merely shook his shoulders!
'Come out, come out, little pigs otherwise I'll blow ya house down!' Dad sang cheerily but at least he didn't sound angry. Yet.
I shuddered and realized it was up to me to end this not for the first time.
Dad turned furious without warning and started banging on the door like he was going to break it down. 'Come out now otherwise ya both in for a world of pain!'
'Dad – wait! He ain't finished yet!' Merle started to unconvincingly moan.
'I don't care! You've had ya fun with him. Now it's my turn!' He started to pound on my door again so hard that it shook.
To stop him, I went and answered it with Merle following sheepishly. Not before I turned and glared at him.
He did nothing!
Dad grabbed me like a starving man, pulled me up so my feet left the floor and immediately started running his hands all over me. Under my shirt, groping me! Leaving sloppy kisses down my throat!
I hoped the bastard saw my brothers marks there – a reminder of last night and instead of feeling ashamed about it like I had until then, I felt glad! Even if he made us do it now, he'd missed out when we crossed that final point of no return and he hadn't been the one in control.
I had.
I grinned secretly to myself even as I endured his disgusting, forced caresses that made my skin crawl. His disgusting drool all over me. I could sense Merle's shock, even after everything he'd seen. But he was frozen in rage.
Disappointingly, Dad didn't seem to notice the hickies and I marvelled at how my Merle liked most to kiss me there too. I had to admit I liked it a hell of lot more with my big brother giving them to me than when my own father did.
The pervert crooned while he started to touch himself with the excitement of anticipation as he held me up with one arm. Next, he buried his face in the curve of my neck like a man in the desert dying of thirst and took a deep breath. I cringed as far away from him as far as I could.
'Dad – stop!' Merle finally reacted and ran forward. 'Ya don't have to…'
'Stop right there, bud.' Dad yanked me to his side, further out of his reach.
Merle obeyed like a fool. Meanwhile, I had started to struggle by then but it was useless!
'At least wait, Dad. Put him down.'
'Why? So ya can pretend rapin' him some more?'
Merle's black eyes went wide – spinning with more emotions than I could decipher in that moment. For once he was speechless.
'Ya ain't even got ya pants off. Expect me to believe ya?' Dad smirked, looking him up and down mockingly and dropped me dismissively like a sack of potatoes. I immediately scrabbled over to my big brother, just glad not to have him touching me.
Dad acted like I wasn't there. 'Oh, yeah. What did ya think? I know every little sound your brother makes when I fuck him. Every scream of pain, every pathetic whimper. Every plead for mercy – 'Daddy, Daddy, please don't!'. Him whinin' and pleadin' like the little bitch he is.'
Dad imitated me for Merle's benefit while my brother growled at him and clenched his fists. Made as if to go and attack him again.
'Now, listen to me! No more fuckin' excuses – I ain't buyin' them no more, Merle. I know the sounds of sex, ya fuckin' idiots. Time to do it for real right now, boys.'
Merle snarled in fury and lunged at him then, but the bastard was expecting it and anticipated him with a punch to his chest. Knocked the air right out of him. Merle fell to the floor, clutching himself and gasping for air.
Dad moved to block my exit even before I could think of making a run for it.
'You're going to fuck him, Merle, in front of me. You've had enough time to get him trained good. Ya try to fight me again, I might fuck ya too for good measure.'
Merle found his breath and spat at him with his eyes blazing as he staggered back up, clutching his stomach. 'Eat shit!'
He then gave me a look of pure shock when his rage subsided somewhat and he clocked what he'd just been threatened with. Still, none of the lengths the asshole was prepared to go to shocked me. But I did feel scared for my brother.
Dad chuckled and yanked me to him before either of us could move to stop him. 'Come on, little one.'
I fought him as hard as I could but he dragged me off anyway. I clung to the banisters as he pulled me down to the stairs and ordered my brother to follow, threatening to hurt me otherwise.
As if he all he ever did wasn't just hurt me! I could have laughed in his face!
'Let's christen the living-room, huh, boys? Doing it different places makes it more fun, don't ya think?'
Neither of us answered, just did as we were bid in sullen silence.
'Alright! Alright!' I managed to shake him off and took the lead. It dawned on me that Merle wasn't going to do shit despite all his bluster.
I turned around at the bottom to face him. 'Hey, Dad. We'll do everythin' ya want but why don't we have a beer first?' I put on my biggest, fake smile.
He looked down at me in surprise.
'Why? Ya sayin' ya want to?'
'Yeah, sure, Dad. But let's get in the mood first. All of us.'
'Then you won't mind me if I do this.' I didn't even flinch when he reached down and gently tugged my pants off me. Just kept that stupid, sunny smile plastered to my face.
I turned to my brother. 'Keep him busy', I mouthed. Merle got it, nodded and shut his gaping open mouth.
Dad ruffled my hair while I could sense my brother's eyes boring into me, thinking over to me, what the fuck ya doin', Darlena?
'Jus' need a piss, first.' I looked up at my father with a sweet smile on my face and licked my lower lip slowly at him.
Then, I lowered my head seductively and look up at him with big, innocent little-boy eyes under my lashes. Just like my math teacher liked me to do. Rogers could barely keep his hands off me whenever I did that. He'd taught me the move for whenever he wanted me to act 'sexy' for him.
Just like Carl, Dad melted, apparently not even thinking it was weird compared to my behavior mere minutes before plus, I always tried to fight him - and took the side of my face gently in one hand. I managed to stay still and let him lay a 'chaste' kiss on my lips. I even managed not to puke and smiled back like I was excited. Meanwhile, Merle was struggling not to go crazy and spoil the plan that I had been brewing up in my head for days.
'Go on then.' Dad replied indulgently and gave me a gentle little shove out of the room.
Fuck, he was actually taken in by act. What a moron!
As I practically ran up the stairs, I heard him bark 'Stay!' at my brother like he was a dog.
I ran to Merle's room and ripped up the rug, feeling like a petty burglar taking up the floorboard in my desperation, or worse – a junkie desperate for his fix yet still trying to be as quiet as possible.
I started to hear raised voices but couldn't quite make out the words but I knew they were arguing about me.
Yes! It was still there! Merle hadn't consumed it all despite my worst fears. I finally got the bag out and shook it to try to see what was in there. Coke and meth by the looks of it, along with pills in all colors and sizes. When I started to tremble and feel out of control again, I made myself a little line on my hand, snorted it up before lining out another. I was careful to close that baggie like Merle had done it to avoid him noticing later on that somebody had stolen from his meth-stash. It was weird – no matter how out of his skull he got, he always noticed if one pill or a single gram of his shit went missing. Everything in powder-form was of course tightly packed in little baggies.
With frantic movements I poured the pills out onto the floor. God damn it! I didn't have time to pick and choose. Bastard could get suspicious any minute or hear me and come in and then I was done for. On pure hunch, I went to the wardrobe and pulled out the bottom drawer. I hastily rooted around Merle's clothes for a while before my hand felt a packet. Bingo! I examined it carefully – I was nervous as hell but excited as well. Roofies, perfect! We were in business! I sighed in relief.
Then I made my way quickly down the stairs towards the kitchen, hoping the bastard hadn't noticed how long I was gone.
'No,' Merle was saying how he '…wasn't going to do anything with me for his benefit' and I could clearly feel the meth coursing through me, soothing me somewhat in this total madness. It gave me the Dutch courage I so desperately needed.
I needed all I could get because if it didn't work out…
I repressed a shudder.
One pill was probably enough to knock him out, but I didn't want to take any chances at this point and had taken two instead. Couldn't care less if he had a bad reaction or an overdose.
Heart thudding in my chest, I relaxed slightly when I heard them arguing as I put the pills in a bag and put on my shoes and decided to try the front door as quietly as I could. I did this automatically. Locked. And the key? Not where it was usually hanging. Fucking bastard had locked us in.
Of course, he had.
I lay the bag on the thick mat and trod on it to squash the pills using my weight. Did it several times to make sure the pills were pulverized enough to mix with the beer so the bastard wouldn't notice any lumps and become suspicious. Then, I raced back to the kitchen.
'No, I ain't gonna strip for ya! Neither is he!' I heard Merle roar back at our father. I'd been so intent on what I was doing, I hadn't even heard Dad tell him to. Didn't sound good.
'Daryl, what's takin' ya so long, son?' I jumped at the sound of his impatient voice with its usual undertone of sleaze.
'Coming, Dad. Just rustling up somethin' to eat as well.'
'OK. Just make sure ya get ya sweet little ass back here as soon as.'
The panic crept up on me, all I could think about was that this day from hell that hadn't even started yet was far from over.
'Ya betta hurry up and get us something back here to eat now with those fuckin' beers, boy!' Uh-oh, he was getting really angry now.
I heard sounds of a struggle and a thump. My heart churned in my chest sickeningly when I realized that Merle must have been subdued, maybe even tied up.
'Better get ya ass back in here otherwise ya big brother'll pay for you, Daryl!'
His voice had turned weird, it had got all hoarse and panty. No doubt thick with lust and eagerness to punish me. He hadn't been fooled by my performance – of course he wasn't! Oh shit, Merle!
Panicking for my brother, I had to block out my brother's muffled sounds of protest at whatever Dad was doing to him. I could tell he was gagged.
I had to put all thoughts of Merle out of my head to do what I had to do. Knew I was crazy not to even answer Dad straight away but I simply couldn't find my voice as my mouth dried up in fear. Practically shaking, I took out our beers out of the fridge. I scored out the label with a knife on the bottles I was going to give to the fucker to avoid accidental mix-ups.
I spun his bottle round and round on the floor to mix the drug. Just to make sure I put the other half in another bottle for him. Dad never went for just one beer. I quickly repeated the process but when I was done, I found I couldn't move. I simply couldn't make myself go back into that room – knowing what he had in store for me. For us. Even my fear for Merle couldn't make me. So, I leaned with my back against the fridge, frozen, and took deep breaths instead even knowing I must have had a death-wish.
'Daryl! Don't let ya big brother take ya punishment for ya!'
My heart missed a beat. Punishment? What punishment? But this galvanized me into moving. In my hurry to get back in there, I grabbed the first thing that was closest to me, a bag of chips – no time to make any food like I said I would and I hoped the bastard wouldn't say anything about that. With that, I took the five bottles of beer and ran into the living room.
What I saw cut me to the core.
Daryl
The sight that greeted me made my eyes widen and my jaw dropped. I was horrified and terrified for my big brother. Because Merle was naked, just like our father and his hands were tied behind his back with Dad's belt and a dirty rag was stuffed into his mouth. But his eyes were screaming panic -he almost looked sober now with the adrenalin. He was struggling and making the little angry sounds I'd heard before because worse - Dad was naked as well and already on top of him and touching him all over. Looking like he was getting ready to enter him from behind. Had he even used the lube yet? I couldn't see.
Do…not…drop them, I told myself. How had Merle allowed Dad to tie his hands behind his back and gag him? How did he make him strip in the first place? Maybe he'd passed out from the drugs or was he just too out of it to resist? Must have been more fucked-up than I thought. When the sick fuck noticed me, he stopped molesting my brother but only for a second or two and smirked at me, 'Why ya look so surprised, son? I told 'im what I'd do if he sassed me.'
Merle shook his head violently and struggled even more at that. Pleading with me using his eyes. I'd never seen him once look vulnerable in my life before and it came as a huge blow.
He wasn't invincible like he'd always seemed to me.
And it scared the shit out of me.
'Take your filthy hands off of my brother, ya sick bastard!' Surprised myself when my voice came out steady and full of threat and also because it was me saying it to him for once. Merle struggled even more at this, since Dad's hand was resting on top of his ass.
'Now, now. That's no way to talk to ya father. I said when one of ya got uppity with me or didn't do what I said, the other one would get punished.'
'Fuck you! Ya said that to Merle, not me!' I yelled, moving closer and putting down all the bottles except the bastard's. I was too overcome with the need to protect my big brother right then to give a damn about the consequences for me. After all, he'd fucked me so many times that I was almost used to it but Merle sure wasn't. And he was in no fit state to handle that shit. No, not at all. The sight of him so defenseless and obviously distressed made my heart ache.
If anyone could handle themselves under normal circumstances it was Merle. But now, he just lay there apathetic because he'd even given up struggling with the defeat clearly written on his face. Instead, a deep frown creased his forehead as our Dad's hands continued to wander lecherously all over his body. Touching him between his legs where my mouth had been recently. He tried to jerk away just I like had times beyond count with no success.
Merle just continued to mumble incoherent sounds of protest against the gag.
'I said get away from him, asshole.' Merle upped his sounds when I said that.
'Don't ya be getting' all jealous now, Daryl. Ya miss ya old Dad's cock that much? It'll be ya turn soon, don't ya worry.'
'What's the point of messin' with him, huh? He probably can't tell what ya doin' to him anyway, he's so out of it.
'Oh, he can, son. See, I felt his dick move when he saw his baby brother come in. Didn't react to nothin' else I did, jus' to you, son.' He chuckled as he watched me debating on what my next move might be, at the same time my cheeks flushed crimson at his words.
'Just like mine does and I can tell that ya took a little somethin' otherwise no way ya'd be talkin' back to me like ya are. Being high suits ya, boy. Lookin' just like a sweet, delicious little crack-whore.'
My lips twitched in anger, while Merle simply smacked his together.
I repressed my surge of rage directed at Dad. Keep ya cool, I told myself. Luckily, to my great relief, he got off Merle and approached me. 'Don't ya dare drop those beers, boy. Get ya sweet little ass over here.'
That's when Dad noticed I'd put pants back on – I couldn't even remember when I had time to do that upstairs and he scowled at me. 'The fuck ya doin' with pants back on? I never gave ya no permission to get back dressed!'
I ignored his outburst and clenched the tampered drinks I had pinned all my hopes on tightly in my hands. Like they were my shield. In a way, they were. Do. Not. Drop. Those, I told myself sternly. I tried to make myself sound calm though I didn't even know why I bothered. Unconsciously echoing his orders but for very different reasons.
I strided over there, shoving both bottles of his beer to his chest.
'Now, get the fuck off him', I ordered Dad and to my surprise he obeyed, immediately. Next, I grabbed our beers.
'Drink up.' I untied and ungagged my trembling brother and put my arm around him. Clearly confused, Merle took the bottle I offered him with a slightly shakily hand. Dad watched with crossed arms over his chest but said nothing, only raised his eyebrow while I held my own bottle tightly. Watching Dad carefully.
But I didn't care what he thought, Merle sure didn't either as he curled up and leaned into me. I grabbed a blanket to wrap him up to cover his nakedness. Even after everything we'd already done, I knew he wouldn't want to be without clothes in front of Dad. He didn't say anything but looked dazed. He licked his lips to moisten them though.
Dad sprung suddenly into action and lunged at us to backhand me hard across the face. Merle just mumbled something incoherent and kept his eyes down on the ground. I hoped that he was just high and not seriously traumatized by what our father did – I prayed he wouldn't remember after he sobered up.
'Ya getting insolent, boy. Gettin' back dressed without my permission, tellin' me to get off ya brother and mouthin' off at me. What's the matter? Playin' hard to get? Believe me, ya don't have to! Ya miss me that much? He ran his tongue around his lips and started to fondle himself. I had to turn away.
'As if! Don't ya dare touch him again, ya hear!' I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth and immediately regretted them. The bastard wasn't never going to let this show of disrespect go. He might try to hurt Merle even more!
'Well, well. Still got some fire in ya belly, have ya son?' Dad guffawed but didn't punish me because he seemed strangely pleased by my show of defiance. I guess it was the excuse for dreaming up new punishments for me that did it for him.
But then he took us both by surprise when he suddenly grabbed me, bent me over and pressed his hardness against me. Merle didn't seem to even notice. Didn't raise his head to look, anyway.
I panicked but it did no good but thankfully, the prick seemed to change his mind at the last moment. I wasn't even sure if the sick fuck had used lube. Without warning, he threw me aside and started chugging on the bottles I gave him. Swigging and gulping the beer back like a hog because he always drank liquor like it was water. Even the hard stuff. In three minutes flat, he'd already finished the first bottle.
This gave me hope.
Afterwards, he dragged me over to Merle and threw the blanket off him. Already he seemed to be coming around, sobering up.
'Leave 'im be…' He slurred, obviously having trouble with speech. Still, he looked up at me then with something glinting in his eyes. Was it excitement? It couldn't be. What else did the sick fuck have planned apart from the obvious, that was? I trembled as I looked around the room for a clue.
'Ya do what I want ya to do to him.' Dad smiled like he'd just given my brother the best ever-present and tore the blanket off him. 'Cos we were interrupted in the middle of ya me punishin' ya, Merle, weren't we, now ain't that right?''
Merle's looked confused for a split second before they flashed in sudden realization but he didn't comment on dad's deliberately mentioning his rape attempt on him.
Instead, Merle smiled back then gave me a shark's grin.
I made wide-eyes at my brother and shook my head because was this Merle acting for Dad or was this him, apparently fully-recovered from Dad's assault or the real Merle?
I wasn't sure.
When he tried to tug me do down towards him by grabbing my hand, I stood up and tried to get away because I'd had enough of being pushed around and forced.
Dad's fist connected with my temple, forcing me to sink down to my knees and see stars.
'Hey…' Merle weakly protested. But dad had his empty bottle in his right hand raised towards my head, a silent threat that I shouldn't try anything else, and for Merle to shut up.
'Exactly what isn't sinking in, boys? Have I bashed ya round ya thick skulls one too many times?'
He got me up on my feet, 'Think you're due a new lesson, sweetheart.'
He roughly pushed me towards my brother. Merle did have his reflexes thankfully in check and gripped my shoulders saving us both from a painful crash. But most of me was splayed across his lap and the shock made it difficult for me to move.
I felt my brother's hand reassuringly move through my hair but while I looked up his face, his expression changed.
Merle hissed gripped me hard by the tops of my arms.
'No, no, Merle!' I started to fight to get free. 'Let me go!' But he only held me tighter!
'Do him, Merle. Show ya Daddy how badass ya are. Make him scream.'
Not believing what I just heard but giving in, I shook my head. 'Don't want ya lookin' at us! Turn me the fuck around, ya piece of shit!'
'Ain't that the whole point?' Dad laughed.
Merle just chuckled: 'Dad, I think he's blown a fuse. Seems to have forgotten who's in charge.'
Dad laughed at this, popping open beer number three. 'Well then, ya'll jus' have to show him.'
'Sure, Dad.' Merle let out a mocking, lecherous laugh. He was still naked and it didn't take him long to rip all my clothes off me before he got on top of me. Even Dad wasn't usually that violent when he undressed me.
'Fuck ya, Merle!' I almost got him in a headlock with one leg, but he was ready for that. He cuffed me around the head and pushed me down on my back again.
'He's all yours, son. Take him.'
'What?' I breathed out and tried grasping what was happening, too shocked to react. I could only squeeze my eyes shut and pray for the roofies to kick in.
How had the tables turned this quickly? And what was wrong with Merle? Despite his rough handling, I sensed that he was panicking inside as he held me down. Then he got on top of me with his legs on either side, half hard already as he licked his lips. I hoped for his sake that it was from his lips being dry from having that rag in his mouth, and that he was getting hard only because of the drugs. Because he had no fucking excuse doing this, not in front of dad and against my will.
The most worrying thing of all was it didn't seem like I was going get a choice in how any of this went down. Merle wasn't going to be considerate of what I wanted like last time. But I couldn't blame him, not completely.
''I got this, Dad. Ya said ya wanted a show, didn't ya? I even had a dream about this.' My brother talked to him over my head, like I wasn't there, as I made a new futile attempt to get free.
'I'm all done waitin'. Let's see if the reality lives up to that dream of yours. I bet it does.'' The creep settled down with the second bottle of beer. Drink it, you bastard! I thought over at him. Sometimes it worked with Merle.
I looked at him in shock and horror. He was deliberately ignoring me. Was focusing on Dad instead. Waiting for his agreement and his approval.
Or was he?
I prayed with all my heart he wasn't.
Dad sighed in frustration as he finally started necking back that beer.
Yes! I was cheering in my head, despite my serious situation.
Merle yanked my hair back and started biting and sucking on my neck like a vampire. I couldn't deny even then it got me turned on fast. To my horror, the excitement spread to my loins and I let out an unwilling moan.
Luckily, Dad seemed not hear it.
I struggled as my cheeks were flooded with a burning sensation. Then I remembered Rogers explaining to me that sometimes your body reacted even though your mind didn't want it to happen. It didn't mean you wanted it or you were giving the other person permission.
But Merle still wasn't in me yet. The realization got me struggling again because maybe – just maybe – I could stop him if only...
Then he stopped himself by suddenly turning me over to slap me. Not very hard and winked at me so that I knew that he knew.
Still, I let out a humiliating whimper for good effect.
Dad chuckled. Sucker.
'Got to subdue this little ho, first, Dad. Can't have him disrespectin' ya like that.' He looked over at him like he was waiting for something to happen.
Dad was hooting and clapping his hands. 'Enough of the foreplay. It's fun to watch but now I want to see some real action.'
Merle looked at me almost apologetically and shrugged his shoulders.
'I got this Dad. He's ready now.'
I turned to look at him in horror and shock, again not sure if he was really just pretending to play along especially when he deliberately ignored me. He focused on Dad, instead. I hoped he was waiting for the same signs as I was but there none.
I cursed in my head. No doubt, Merle did as well.
Dad sighed in disappointment as he necked back the second bottle. 'I'm waiting, boys. Now, MERLE!'
'OK, Dad.' Merle agreed far too easily!
'Merle, No.' I hissed at him, wanting him to slow down.
He ignored me and just leered as he roughly got me into position. And got on top of me.
'Dad, can I have the lube?' Fuck, either he was really enjoying himself or he was the world's best actor.
Our father tossed it over to him, grinning with his own hand snaking down to his groin.
Merle slathered it all over himself before staring up at Dad for the longest time.
'Fuck him, NOW!'
I made to resist and he responded by adjusting me roughly, spreading my legs a bit more. I felt Merle's hardness pressed against me for real and Merle pushed me down to the floor. He hadn't even bothered to stretch me!
I tried to struggle, but Merle pushed me down on that sofa, reminding me of his superior strength.
'Don't fuckin' move, ya stubborn little shit.'' Merle snarled in my ear sounding just like Dad. And I couldn't help trembling and whimpering pathetically, hating myself for it as I did so. I knew it was an act we had to put on but it was all too real for me.
I had to trust Merle.
I fought as the head of his dick dangerously close to penetrating me. I tensed up, deliberately denying him access. I was starting to doubt that he was really sober or that he knew we were just stringing things out until the pills took effect. He seemed pretty serious about fucking me.
'Stay still, baby brother and maybe I can even get ya to enjoy it, ya little pussy.' Merle snarled in my ear sounding just like Dad.
Now, I was struggling for real. I couldn't believe what was actually happening.
That made my brother look down at me and I saw in his eyes that at the same time he was enjoying this, he was also hurting. This reassured me slightly but then again, I thought if he was aware enough to be doing what he was doing, he could at least try and do something besides press his dick against me?
Dad of course sensed Merle's second thoughts about it all as he stepped closer to the sofa, 'Do as I say or I'll fuck ya at the same time, setting the pace for all three of us, hear me?'
Merle closed his eyes at this, looked the other way. I could almost see the thoughts tumbling around in his head.
He penetrated me slowly and I could tell he was holding back without bottoming out. But it still hurt like a bitch without proper preparation. Even Dad made some show of doing that each time.
Except when I was very bad.
I whimpered and tried to get back up., even managing to dislodge him. Merle slammed me back down.
A moan escaped Merle's lips as he leaned in close again, our foreheads almost touching: 'Now ya be very still for me, baby bro. Wouldn't want to hurt ya more than I have to, ya hear? Relax and ya might even enjoy it.'
'Get off of me, damn it! Snap out of it!'
'Put his legs on ya shoulders, you'll get deeper in him that way.'
To my horror he listened to that pervert, and. Sucked in his bottom lip as he pinned me with his arm across my chest, while the other tried to ease his way into me. 'Come on now, let me inside of ya.'
'Merle, don't! Please don't! Not in front of him!'
'Ain't like you ain't let me before.' He hissed so Dad couldn't hear him.
Was he serious?
But he backed off a little. Just enough.
Dad frowned. 'Ignore him, son. Just keep goin, I want him screamin' remember. Pleadin' for mercy as we punish him for the way he's been chattin' back lately. I won't be pleased until I see some blood between those smooth thighs of his. Ya go on ahead and fuck that fire right out of him, Merle.'
I was interrupted at trying my best to second-guess my brother by his hand in my hair, twisting my head to the right. Found my mouth suddenly inches away from his dick.
'Open up, maybe this can get things started for ya brother, huh?' I shook my head trying to get away, but add dad's bodyweight to Merle's pinning me in place – I was simply trapped.
'Fuck… Get off of me!' I half-sobbed in frustration at finding myself totally helpless against them both. The fact that whatever I said was disregarded like I wasn't there made me just want to scream.
Dad growled down at me for my disobedience,
'I said open up.' He pried my jaw open, shoving his dick forcefully inside.
I could feel Merle tensing up at that, but he did nothing. Enjoying himself too much, probably and I could feel him probing at my entrance again.
'Ya know, I was a bit jealous watching ya suck ya brother off before.' His voice was full of something close to affection but not quite as he stroked my hair.
'We're going to fuck ya every which way, son. Wasn't that the words ya used, Merle? I liked the sound of that. And ya better fucking get on with it, before I really hurt him.'
Merle let me know this made him beyond angry when his hands gripped my hips tighter, almost painfully.
Dad's hand continued stroke my hair as his greedy eyes flicked between the two of us. As he watched Merle's dick partly slide into me and my brother let out a cry, he let out a groan.
'Oh, Fuck Yes! Ya better punish ya brother, Merle. 'Cos he's been a very bad little boy.' But his voice was starting to slur slightly.
Both of us pricked up our ears at this and Merle held himself there in that position, breathing harder every second. I was dumbstruck at his self-restraint which gave me a little hope despite my anger at them both.
Dad's hand traced my jaw before stroking my cheek sleazily.
'Oh, yeah, move that tongue just like that…what's the… '
His hand suddenly gripped my hair painfully, like he usually did. Felt like he was holding onto me for support to stop himself tumbling to the ground. Inwardly I smiled as I scornfully spat his cock out of my mouth in revulsion. He looked at me with a mix of disbelief and amazement. 'Did ya do somethin' to my beer, You little piece of…'
Next thing I knew, I could breathe normally because the bastard was finally out. With a loud thud he met the floor. The relief I was feeling soon dissipated as I could still feel my brother partly inside of me and Merle didn't show any signs of moving from his position even though our director was out for the count. He just stared down at me with a troubled expression and he looked at me as if I was something delicious and irresistable. Shit.
