Chapter 84: Stairway to Heaven
Well, how are you liking Phase 2? Is it better than Phase 1? Any feedback or suggestions would be really useful.
Well, this is a really long, packed chapter and I don't blame you if you can't read it all in one go. So, I split it into 2 parts – hope you don't mind.
Daryl freaks out again but I think they are making progress in his healing and he starts looking for different experiences. It seems like he is trying to break free of Merle in some ways, do you think he feels suffocated by him sometimes? Do you think the physical part of their relationship will last or was it just a coping mechanism for all the extreme abuse?
Do you believe Merle's story for how he got all the money? He's making so much but they still keep running out. What is going on? These aren't the only questions thrown up by this chapter.
Any reviews would be really appreciated by the author if you can or feel like writing one. Thanks x
Part 1
Daryl flushed red when the girl touched his hand flirtily but he didn't move away. She did.
'Oh, sorry.' Now her fiery cheeks that matched her gorgeous auburn hair matched his. She was slim and petite and ticked all the boxes. He couldn't imagine what had brought her out her all her own in that sleazy bar but he felt a huge responsibility to keep her safe from the more 'wild' patrons.
'No, don't be.' He turned round and put one arm timidly around her with Merle's taunts ringing in his ears before he left. 'How do ya know if you never tried?'
He could barely believe it when she snuggled trustingly into him. He could hardly believe this was happening, that Crystal didn't run a mile away from him. Plus, the enticing smell of her rose perfume and a lone strand of her long hair was tickling his chin. He was starting to feel things he'd never felt before.
Why did you say that, Merle? Yet if I sleep with another guy, you go crazy.
Besides, he liked her. Really liked her. But he wasn't sure what to do.
She took his hand and reached up her face, much like he'd turned his up to Jamie. But this time, she received his lips on hers, which the man had denied back then, at least at first. Slowly they deepened his kiss. He could sense Marty's approval from where he always kept a protective eye on him but he didn't dwell on it.
Time seemed to stand still and whirl around them as he kissed is first woman. Yet he felt ashamed of the fact.
'Come on.' She whispered and took him by the hand to lead him out of there.
Outside, they turned up the heat. He told himself he wanted to do this, experience what it felt like to have a willing girl about his own age under his hands. Like his brother… but then the thought of Merle and the memory of Jamie, made vague now after 6 months threatened to derail him. But she was the first to pull away and blush. 'I…I don't normally do this…'
'That's OK.' He was prepared to graciously. 'Can I walk you home or something?'
Her face lit up. 'I don't live around here. My stepfather's a farmer and I live on his farm with my sister and stepbrother.'
Daryl immediately narrowed his eyes. His own blood father had done everything to hurt him under the sun, what would a parent who wasn't even related to you do?
He toned down what he had planned to say, do they hurt you? 'You …get on with them – ya stepfather and stepbrother?' The Dixon asked almost incredulously.
'Yeah, sure. Why?' She looked up at him, curious.
'Nothin'.' He shrugged.
'So, where are they? Ya family? Left you out here all alone?'
She straightened up and crossed her arms over her chest dress bodice of her red skirts. 'I'm 19 and missed the last bus for your information.
'But it ain't safe.' He meant for a girl like you.
Crystal grinned shark's teeth and flicked out her penknife to point it at his chest. 'Ain't safe for who?' She mocked.
Back at the house, Daryl looked up at her from between her thighs.
'Go on.' She arched her back in excitement. 'Do it.' She sounded really impatient.
He dipped his head down nervously. How to tell her that he'd never been with a girl, only with his male high-school teacher, father and his own brother?
He had to improvise. What did guys like? What had the sexually experienced jocks like Shane boasted they did to girls to make them moan and squirm?
He licked and nibbled his way gently up her inner thighs first. He judged by her gasps and the jerks of her body that she liked it before he tentatively approached her slit.
But he didn't have to worry about what to do next, she grabbed the back of his head and showed him with the movements of her body what she wanted.
Later, when it got to that point, he looked up at her questioningly.
'Yes, do it.'
He slowly got on top of her.
'This OK?' He was worried that she would find the entry painful or uncomfortable, he always did. But she was wet, her body had prepared itself to receive him. Still, he made sure to slide in slowly. Didn't want to be like his raping, piece of shit dead father.
He'd hardly got anywhere when he heard, 'Go in! Deeper!' She was practically screaming at him in desperation, her nails raking down his back but he hardly felt them. Yet he noticed her face was contorted with pain – more than it should. His brother had always told him that if you warmed them up in the right way and long enough until they were practically begging for you, that part he always dreaded didn't hurt girls because they were designed for that part. But this obviously wasn't the case here.
'I'm pulling out.'
'No!', she screamed and grabbed him.
'I'm ain't gonna hurt you!'
'You won't!'
'But I did!'
Then she mumbled something incomprehensible. It sounded like, 'But…But I want to do it!'
Daryl got up to leave his room and go to Merle's but she pulled him down to her.
'Thank-you for noticing.' She kissed him. 'I wanted you to be my first, thought you'd be kind. But I can't…not yet.'
'Don't worry about it.' He said as he pulled her to his chest. 'It's OK.'
It made a change to be holding someone for once – and her body was softer, her hair tickled him again, rousing desires within him different from any he'd ever felt before. Still, he was relieved that he could control himself when he needed to, he hadn't inherited his sick father's lack of control but maybe that had only applied with Daryl, his own offspring. The thought had terrified him – maybe even stopped him from approaching women. So, am I still a virgin with girls or not? Merle would know if this counts.
He woke up to her working him over with her lips and tongue. Apparently, she knew exactly how to get him off. Not quite as good as his brother or Carl Rogers but close. Daryl learnt something about the differences between girls and men during his time spent with Crystal.
Merle arrived home by lunchtime and even knocked on his bedroom door before barging in. He smirked when he saw his brother immediately put a protective arm around the girl in his bed and raised an eye-brow. But inside he was secretly proud if not jealous as hell at the same time.
She was young and hot.
'So, you finally did it then. I owe ya 10 bucks and when ya finished, little brother, ask her if I can have my turn.' Daryl felt Crystal stiffen against him.
'Only jokin'.' His brother added flippantly when he saw her reaction.
Most girls he knew just laughed it off or agreed. It was just a ploy to test the waters but clearly this girl was not the ordinary sort.
'Fuck you, Merle!' His brother roared at him, making Merle chuckle as he left.
'Don't worry. He don't mean it, he's jus' being a dick. As usual', he said to the girl who was hurriedly getting dressed.
'Some joke. You two assholes put a bet on me?' She glared at him with her hands on her hips. 'Were gonna 'share' me?' His face grew crimson with anger and humiliation.
'No…He's lying! He ain't like that, not really!'
'I'm getting out of here. Thought ya were a gentleman.'
'I am. It's jus' him who ain't. At least let me drive ya home.'
'Not goin' anywhere with you! You know you didn't really win the bet, right? Because we didn't do it, not properly.' She said deliberately loudly, drawing more mocking guffaws from his brother.
'I told ya, he's jus' fuckin' with around. There was no bet. Merle, I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya!'
'Go on and try!' Now, somehow, he gave his words a dirty twist to them.
Crystal raised one eyebrow.
'I need to call them to come and get me. You got a phone?' Daryl did his best to ignore his asshole brother's cackling laughter in the background but was forced to unclench his fists at his side.
'Yes, but we need to pay the bill.'
'I see. What you mean is that you don't want me to tell my family what you guys did to me…'
'That's not it. Let me drive you home, instead.'
'Halfway.' She grudgingly agreed.
'Done! Merle, you're gonna pay for makin' me look like an asshole when I get back!' He yelled before he grabbed his keys.
Daryl stormed back into the house and ran up the stairs.
'You bastard, Merle! You're the one who told me to try with girls and when I do, you ruin it! Give me 10 dollars!' He held out his hand expectantly.
His brother whirled around to confront him. And laughed!
Daryl set on him, punching and kicking him where he could but he was easily overpowered.
'So, ya gonna take the money now? Who's the asshole now? Hmm…takin' advantage of girls for monetary gain… Oh wait, ya didn't actually go ahead and do it.' He pinned his younger brother's flying fists easily down.
Daryl snarled, teeth snapped and tried to bite him in his fury!
Merle paid no mind and avoided the snapping teeth to kiss his way down to his brother's neck.
'What went wrong, huh? She said 'No' at the last minute? Changed her mind?'
Daryl growled.
'Or you couldn't get it up because deep down, you're a little fag who only likes men? Who do things like this (restraining his hands in one of his, he reached down and tore off his brother's thin, cotton shirt with his teeth) to ya'.
'No! She was a virgin and wasn't ready!' But Daryl was panting beneath him. Merle sniggered when he let go of his grip on him for a split second and his brother's arms reached up and snaked around his neck to pull him into a kiss.
'That's it, baby brother. You know no boy, no girl, no matter how sexy or pure, can ever come close to the things I'll do to you.'
'I hate you!' Daryl cried out childishly even as he pulled him on top of him and kissed him back more urgently.
'Now, you know the opposite is true. Tell me ya want me. Tell me ya want ya big brother to fuck you.'
Daryl nodded and yanked Merle's pants off. 'I hate ya! He wailed in mental anguish. 'But I want ya at the same time!' 'Merle smirked like the cat who got the cream but he wasn't satisfied. Not just yet.
'Say it.' He gave him a gentle shake.
Right on cue, 'Fuck me, Merle.'
'Louder! And call me 'Big brother' when ya do.' He demanded.
'Fuck me, big brother. I want ya to, Merle.'
But he wasn't going easy. Not without one last-ditch attempt to resist his brother even though his body was touching Merle back and doing all kinds of things to him in return like he had no control over it.
'You didn't have to lie about the bet and say you wanted to share her! You're sick!'
Yet he was already turning over and presenting his backside to his big brother in offering. Merle smirked and wondered if he was even aware of what he was doing. His body telling him one thing while his mouth told him the very opposite
'Aw…ya know I didn't mean those things. Feel bad for ya that ya didn't get ya cock wet but they'll be others. Just backed a dud horse, is all…'
'Don't call her that! I really fuckin' liked her!'
'Yeah, but you don't love her like you love me.' Merle reached around him and hugged him from behind for a minute until he felt his brother go limp and yield against him. That's when he knew his little brother was weakening if by some miracle, he hadn't realized before. Yes, he's pissed at me but I can take all that anger and turn it to my advantage.
Right on cue, Daryl retorted, 'How do you know? Maybe I could have until you ruined things for me!' But Daryl was only half-heartedly angry now, he was enjoying the other's gentle ministrations as his brother stroked his hair and murmured sweet nothings as he lubed him up.
'Ready?'
'Yeah.' His brother said but then he whimpered immediately when he merely probed his rear entrance and flinched away. He wasn't even inside for fuck's sake!
Merle knew the reason why, of course and said the exact right thing without fail as he caressed him to reassure him. 'Sh…It's me. Not him. It'll feel good soon, promise.'
'I know it will but...' His brother replied with clenched teeth.
'Jesus, it ain't like I'm gonna hurt ya or nothin'!' He snapped back and immediately regretted it.
'Don't say that! That's what they said!' His brother cried out with tears in his voice.
Inwardly Merle sighed and stroked his back and arm to soothe him (hopefully). He thought Daryl was over all that shit but every now and then the past reared its ugly, old head. Threatening to spoil their fun together, even occasionally with him, his big brother who he should trust most in the world.
'Ya want to take a break?' Merle was careful to keep the disappointment out of his voice because the mood had almost been ruined for him, at least if not for Daryl. Maybe he was really angry with him after all for ruining the little romance with a pretty chicthat he'd nearly got going. Merle had only been half-joking about sharing a hot pussy like that if she was willing. It had happened before with him and his buddies.
Yet doing that with his little brother and a girl… seemed icky somehow. But he'd wanted her nevertheless.
'You want us to stop?' He repeated calmly. Daryl hadn't answered the first time.
But his brother shook his head. 'NO! Can't let them, I mean him win!'
'You OK? Really OK?' Merle asked half-hopingly and grinned.
'Good boy.'
Daryl nodded determinedly, giving Merle permission to slide in almost all the way.
'Fuckin' relax. It'll be OK, promise.' He'd clenched up again. Today was more difficult than usual.
Daryl grunted, doing is best to obey but struggling.
'You ready?'
'Just do it!' He could hear the strain in his voice and finally bottomed out before he started moving slowly.
Daryl hissed out the pain which was soon thankfully fading into bliss.
They were both getting into the rhythm when Daryl let out a cry as Merle grabbed his hair and twisted it back almost painfully to nip his neck, making him gasp in shock. One of his favorite moves. Besides, he had a bone to pick with his baby brother.
'Ya cheating on me by trying to pick girls' cherries, now, little brother?' He taunted as he set the pace and then stopped suddenly without moving. He'd said that word 'girls' as if they were the most disgusting things on earth when Daryl knew how he felt about the opposite sex.
How second to him, Daryl, his own teenage brother, he couldn't get enough of them.
'Ye..Yeah…' Daryl was panting and moaning now. Squirming in frustration! 'You…you told me to!... Don't stop, asshole!'
Merle nipped his ear as he started up his thrusting again, increasing the pace now he knew he could handle it.
'So, what if I did? Ya won't 'sposed to, dumbass. Ya failed the test. Gonna have to really punish ya now.'
Daryl groaned in desperation when Merle went off beat and missed that special bundle of nerves deep inside him that gave him so much pleasure.
'Moron! Do it right!' He hissed in frustration.
Laughing, Merle obliged.
Afterward they did three times (with breaks of course), Merle had had enough, tumbled off him and immediately reached out his hands for him. Payback by getting Daryl to use his mouth on him could wait until later.
Because he knew what his little brother needed now, what he always needed afterwards and thew his arms open to him.
Daryl hastily threw himself into them, his anger at his brother long gone. Merle, sated and purring like a Cheshire cat for his part, played with his hair and whispered praises into his ear how gorgeous and good at fucking he was, how 'little Darlena' was always going be his no matter how many other people they slept with. Plus, how he loved doing all the things Daryl let him do to him and vice-versa and that they were free now, Dad was dead.
But Daryl shook his head and was secretly thinking: This ain't gonna last and we'll find other people – I tried again today to be with someone else – a girl this time. But I can't stay angry at him. But eventually, we'll turn back to being normal brothers again but all I need right now is him.
Just us.
Like this.
Part 2
Daryl
That was until they completely ran out of money and Merle had to work away again.
'Let me come with you! I feel like a fuckin' bored housewife stuck here on my own! I want to earn my own livin'!'
'But ya still jus' a kid...'
'No, I ain't! Almost 18 now. An adult! Should' a been pullin' my weight years ago!'
Merle dug his fingers into his scalp and pulled him closer so that their noses touched.
'You'll always be one to me. My kid brother who I gotta protect.'
Daryl closed his eyes, breathing in his brother's scent, trying to hold onto it and his brother along with it for as long as possible. Earthy timber, Old Spice, whiskey, sweat and sex.
'But I want in!'
'You can't. Too dangerous.'
'What is it this time? Drugs? Or somethin' even worse. You killin' people for money, Merle?'
Merle flushed red and looked away. It was the first time in a long while Daryl had dared to voice his suspicions outright like that and Daryl remembered what happened to Mike and Carl.
'Told ya, can't talk about it.' He turned back to him. 'It might only put ya in danger.'
'So, that's a 'Yes', then? You fuckin' kill people?' His voice started to rise. Daryl wasn't going to let him get away that easy.
''Course not! We don't hurt no-one!' I was pleased to see that he seemed genuinely shocked at the idea or that I had to ask.
'Drugs then?' Daryl hid his relief as he kept up his attack.
'Look, it's better ya don't know. OK?' Merle finally slid out of his hold and kissed him before he left.
'So, I'll jus' stay put and look pretty until ya back and wanna fuck me, that it, asshole?' Daryl muttered irritably after him. Then louder, 'At least tell me how long ya gonna be gone for, this time!'
But by then, Merle was already out of the door and in the car out of earshot.
Daryl didn't even leave the house to see him off to his great regret later on. He was too angry at being treated like a kid and kept in the dark even as his heart sank to the tops of his boots.
It matched his feeling of impending doom.
The garballed and panicky phone-call came a few weeks later.
'Daryl...I got into trouble. See, they did a raid and found that shit on me...but I was lucky though - think it wasn't enough for more than personal use... And at least they don't know about… about… At least I don't think they do… Shit!' He heard his brother punch the wall. Much later on, Daryl would hear that the cops had had Merle in sight even before he went on a party-spree where he carelessly flaunted his goodie-bag, high and drunk off his rockers.
'Oh...Fuck, Merle. And ya got prior, too. Ya been in Juvie!'
'Look, don't worry. I got me a real good lawyer. None of that 'you will be given one if you can't afford one, bullshit.' I could be out in just a few months.
'A few MONTHS!' His heart sank. 'Where are you?' Daryl hastily scribbled down the jail address before the call was abruptly ended and he was left saying, 'I'm comin'!' to nobody in particular. He didn't even know what that 'shit' was but he could guess from a number of alternatives.
Daryl
A wide grin strained my cheeks once I saw my brother's face through the windshield, a smile that he mirrored. He didn't look back either as the gate crashed closed behind him, carrying his meagre sack of belongings. And before I knew it, he'd reached me and was hugging me greedily to him, not caring who was watching.
'Come on,' he murmured against my hair. His pecking me on the lips drew some disapproving looks and raised eyebrows from the guards behind us, but what were the chances that we would ever see them again?
Merle was grinning and slapped his thigh in triumph next to me in our old second-hand Chevrolet as soon as we climbed in. He was so overjoyed that he didn't notice me flinch. 'Got out in 2 months! Ha! It was like … like they didn't even count what I did before. The lawyer was better than the usual dick in a suit ya usually get … jus' like I told ya!' He crowed triumphantly.
I turned away and frowned. Something about that didn't seem right, why would anyone pay a good lawyer for my no-good, worthless brother? I loved him - even more than a brother should but I didn't close my eyes to our family's reputation, especially his.
But my brother's joy was contagious and I was so relieved that he was back in one piece and a lot earlier than I had ever hoped. And just in time for my 18th, too! I couldn't wait. I'd finally be an adult and nobody could say that Merle was doing anything wrong to me (apart from the whole illegal incest thing). Wasn't like we were going to broadcast our relationship to world, anyway.
The 3-hour drive seemed endless with both of us wanting to be alone as soon as possible. I could tell he was burning to touch me but he didn't!
'Can ya drive to Mack's on the way back? Need to pick up a bag he's keeping safe for me.'
I rolled my eyes but nodded as the outskirts of the town where the jail was located gradually morphed into farms and fields before the familiar mountains of our home came back into view.
'What's in the bag?' I asked excitedly as if I didn't know.
'Jus' ya wait and see, baby brother.'
I turned to him with wide eyes. 'Is it dough, Merle?' How much?' My eyes sparkled. I'd been forced to go without and go without him (take a guess which was worse) for so long and I was too proud to ask Marty for help. I badly wanted to earn my own money and not live off my brother. I held this vague hope that maybe he would trust me more when I was no longer a minor.
He chucked me under the chin. 'Sure is. A lot. Like…' My eyes grew round when he told me how much despite my persistent misgivings about how he got it. He said he wasn't hurting anyone and that was that.
Even if it was selling recreational drugs – wasn't like I hadn't dabbled before. I mean – Dad used to have his friends around for meth and coke parties! Everybody did it where I lived. Although I didn't feel really good about it, I figured heroin would have been worse, because that shit really destroys lives. Right?
'And guess what? I'm gonna spend it all on us. Treat ya nice and good, starting off with a decent meal, baby brother. Aw, ya lookin' all scrawny again, ya not been eatin' while pinin' for me, have ya?'
I shrugged my shoulders as I drove. 'Nah. As if.'I snorted in derision. Didn't want to let him know how much I hated it when he left me. I hadn't found anybody to make passing the time more bearable, either. Barely anyone even just to talk to, except for Marty.
That made me think of Eric and how much I missed him.
My brother chuckled. 'Then I guess I'm gonna have to show ya what ya been missing, baby Darlena.' Him still not touching me when he said that just got me hotter and I shivered as his breath hit my neck and shoulder when he spoke. Bastard probably knew what he was doing to me with his words, too.
I swallowed and tried to change the subject although I badly wanted to hear what he was going to do to me when we got home.
'Merle, now I'm nearly 18, I wanna work with you. Or for you. Tell me what you really do.' I had resigned myself to his 'business' even if it was illegal, as long as nobody was really being hurt.
But the mood changed, became darker.
He scowled all sunniness vanished suddenly. 'Shut up and jus' drive, Darlena. Don't ask me for answers that ya don't want, and most importantly, won't understand.' He assumed that patronising big brother tone, even though I'd missed him and his quirks like crazy, that condescending tone I could live without.
'Fuck ya, Merle. Don't talk down to me! What did ya do?!'
'Always have to spoil things, don't ya? Don't ya ever let up? Do ya really want to join?
'But if ya not hurtin' people, why can't I?' I persisted. 'Is it drugs?'
'Bank robbery.' He replied curtly. 'And no, nobody got hurt before you ask me again.'
'Bank robbery?' I muttered.
I sighed with relief because I really didn't want to know after all.
As we drove along, he started talkin' shit in my ear.
'Merle, ya high?' I sighed. 'I know that jail is one of the easiest places to get drugs even compared to the outside.'
He shook his head. 'Ain't touched nothin'. Not even booze.' He fidgeted shiftily. 'Well, not today at least', he reluctantly admitted.
'Yeah and ya sure don't act like it.'
'Jus' pleased to see my sweet baby brother. Missed ya.' He ruffled my hair but then he walked his fingers to play with the soft hair over my nape.
'Merle...' I deliberately ducked away from him. Being touched there always got me going, and he knew it.
'Aw, come on. Ya don't know how much I want ya right now, baby brother.' With that he leaned in close and planted a kiss on my cheek before he added: 'How much I want to screw ya brains out. Let's find a little place on the way, what do you say? Or we can stop and do it on the backseat...'
He started to stroke the inside of my thigh in circles, going higher and higher in the way he knew would drive me wild until I slapped his hand away.
'I said 'No', Merle! I'm tryin' to fuckin' drive, ya idiot!'
He went right back to nuzzling my neck instead of replying. A little more of that, and I swerved and nearly avoided an oncoming car. The driver stuck his head out of the window and stuck two fingers up at us and swore.
Not that I blamed him.
'Damn it, Merle!'
'Come on now, where's the harm?'
'How about ya stupid, horny ass getting us killed, for starters!'
'Come on, little brother, lighten up. If ya only knew the things I dreamt up to do to ya, stuck in that cell with only my own hand to get me off … New things we ain't even tried yet. It's all I had to do and you were all I could think about. Two months away from you and...'
'Not now!' I snapped. But he resolutely started to undo my flies and started messing with me until I was gasping and writhing in my seat, while still trying to keep my hands on the steering wheel. Passers-by on the road gave me curious looks even though Merle was ducking down and they couldn't see him. Yet, I couldn't help but be paranoid and think that they could and knew what he was doing to me. I prayed that they just thought I was having a seizure or something.
For the life of me, I have no idea how I managed to not have an accident and kill us both but luckily, we were driving on lonely country roads by then, on the way to our village. Encounters with other vehicles gradually got less frequent.
Thank God.
'You fuckin' ass!'
I moaned but he was relentless until he made me squirt all over the seat and in my pants with a satisfied smile. I didn't really want him to stop and he knew it.
'I'm gonna have to clean that up now!' I snapped while he grinned infuriatingly.
'Why? I like the smell of ya cum.' He kissed my throat making me squirm. 'Car's full of it now. Reminds me of ya.'
'Ya fuckin' sick, ya know that, brother?' I pulled over into a lay-by to do my pants back up and clean up as best as I could.
He chuckled. 'Ya love what I do to ya no matter how much you protest. Ya jus' like me, little brother, ya get off on the danger and the rush. The riskier, the better, huh, baby?'
'Screw ya, Merle. I ain't jus' been stayin' at home and keepin' house waitin' for ya sorry ass to get out.' Curiously, Jamie came to mind then when I'd put him firmly out of it just to try and move on.
'Look, I know ya pissed that I went away for so long before as well and left ya all on ya little lonesome but I had to. We had no money left.'
'Well, that's why I want ya to let me work!'
He looked at me askance. 'Robbing banks, ya mean?'
'No, not that but somethin'! I'm goin' crazy here and want to help out with our money problems!'
'But I wanna take care of you, Darlena. That's why I do it so you don't have to.' He turned all serious for once.
I grunted without answering and lit a cigarette to smoke it out of the window without offering him one. I felt like I needed a break...after what he'd just done to me, I was still recovering and my body still trembling to say the least.
He snatched up the packet and drew his own on, lit it and did the same as me.
He was relentless. 'Now we've stopped, how about some fun on the backseat after we smoked these? Ain't no-one around...' He wheedled.
'No, Merle. Can't ya wait?'
He shut up then and smoked it. Didn't try anything else on the way home either. I was glad of the silence, he talked a lot of garbage sometimes and just then, I needed time to gather my thoughts.
Daryl
As soon as we got home (after Merle got his money from Mack's while he made me stay in the car), we slammed the car doors shut without locking them in our haste.
I'd actually cooked us a fancy dinner – following a French recipe from Mama's old recipe book in the slow cooker over hours. It was called Coq au vin – and I knew Merle would smirk at the French name and read something dirty in it. Which was my intention. I'd ruined it the first few times I tried but didn't give up because I wanted my brother's homecoming to be just perfect.
I knew the food he was served while locked up was probably just about passing edible and coming to that conclusion as a Dixon, said a lot. But once my brother arrived, dinner was the very last thing on our minds. Merle took my hand and pulled me into the house and threw himself on me as soon as we were inside – all I had to do was open the door while the smell of the cooked meal wafted deliciously in. If Merle noticed it, he didn't say anything and neither did I. We were far more hungry for each other.
Suddenly, excitement took me over as I made my way upstairs with my brother closely at my heels. It brought up bright, summer memories of him chasing me in the woods under a clear blue sky when we were kids. Him catching me and then pretending to eat me but tickling me instead.
All my irritation towards him in the car faded as I turned to face him. The look he gave me back said it all, it was so much more than just sex.
It was safety, protection and adoration. In that house, I felt safe to do anything I wanted with Merle there although nearly everywhere I looked reminded me of Dad.
It was a very different story when he wasn't.
Just before we ran together up the stairs, we assaulted each other's bodies, hands eagerly groping, legs shaky with anticipation. About a quarter of the way to the top, Merle turned on me with a predatory smile and crushed me to him. I could feel how much he wanted me.
'I can't wait, can you?'
I shook my head and struggled for breath. He pushed me down on the stairs but I shook my head and pointed. 'Up there.'
He groaned and practically dragged me to the big step that was exactly half-way up the stairs. Probably designed for unfit or old people who needed to take a breather half-way up.
Whatever.
It was just about wide enough for the both of us even if our legs were left dangling down the rest of the stairs and it was a bit uncomfortable. But we couldn't have cared less! We simply couldn't wait!
No doubt my need and desire for him was reflected in his eyes. That was when Merle grabbed me by the hips, pulling me back down towards him. He took me right there, desperately so without even stopping to get lube and used only his spit instead. The time passed but we lay there, wrapped around each other, unwilling to let go and move from our spot. Besides, it took quite some time to recover from the powerful release we shared that time and I was desperate to repeat the experience.
'Ya know, I'm glad I made ya wait.' I smirked at him. 'Makes it all the better, don'cha think?' I smirked at his scowl.
'Like you didn't want it as much as me, huh? Never could hide it when I turn you on, bro.' He deliberately eyed my manhood which was getting bigger and ready to go a second time.
He growled at that as he pushed me inside the bathroom and into the narrow shower stall.
'Told ya, lookin' too thin. But still hot as ever.' And he didn't forget to kiss my taunt stomach and jutting hipbones before he slammed me up against the tiled wall in the shower, my hands stopping me from crashing into it only in the nick of time.
'I'll soon feed ya up. Take real good care of you.' He stroked my hair a moment before none too gently he spread my legs with his own as he mouthed the back of my neck.
'In all ways.' He added.
I arched my back and moaned at his words as much as at his caresses.
'Fucking hell, I want you…' I could sense him frowning behind me.'You OK?'
'Course I am. Had it worse.'
He paused and I could tell he was wincing. Maybe I'd even killed the mood dead? Don't know the fuck why I said that. Made him even more careful with me when I wanted the exact opposite!
'Sh, it won't hurt so much this time.' He kissed the middle of my back.
He was generous with the lube to say the least and soon slid two fingers in easily, then three up to the knuckle. I was soon moaning when they grazed that special place inside me. The last time a few minutes ago had been fucking amazing but he hadn't taken time to prepare me slowly like this. That was what I was missing.
'Fuck!' I whined, backing onto his fingers which he wiggled.
'Ready?' He took them out and I whimpered. I couldn't help it – it was old habit from with Dad.
'Sh...' He stroked my hair which he nearly always did at this part. 'Sh... I'll go slow.'
'But I don't want ya to go slow!' I whined and thrust my ass provocatively at him. 'I want ya to do it like on the stairs!'
'Really? But ya must be sore…'
'Don't care! Jus' do it, Merle! Pleeze!'
He snorted at that but paused a while to let me adjust.
'Ready?'
I nodded and he started thrusting shallowly at first before he speeded up.
'Hurry the fuck up!' I snarled and he chuckled because he knew that he was tormenting me by going so slow. Afterwards, just like last time, we couldn't move and he pulled my head onto his chest as we lay on the bathroom tiles. Both our stomachs started growling at the exact same time and we laughed.
'I'm starvin', ain't you? First night as a free man alone with my baby brother. What did you cook? Smells great by the way. What is it?'
I nodded and shot him a secret little smile. 'Tell ya when we get down there.'
He grinned. 'How was it this time?'
'Good.' I felt myself dozing off against his chest. 'But ya ain't rough enough, I swear to God'
'If God were watching us right now, I'm sure he would have a thing or two to say about that, don't you think?'
I started to laugh.
