Chapter 86: Just desserts Part 1

Sorry for the long delay. I hope this is as sexy and as funny as I intended it to be.

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Daryl

I fell for Jamie and before a fortnight had passed, found myself already installed in his new house. It wasn't that far from our own home. Merle was naturally not pleased about me moving out especially when he'd just returned home but let me go reluctantly. I tried not to worry about him - I just knew he would be soon consoling himself with his usual skanks.

Jamie insisted on getting to know my brother but this only gave me a sense of deep foreboding. I wouldn't have put it past Merle to embarrass me or try to break us up. I did my best to dissuade my boyfriend but he said that he wanted to know everything about my life and that included my family.

So, Jamie invited Merle for a working lunch combined because he could discuss business with a client at the same time. Well not exactly at the same time – you know what I mean.

Merle proved himself to be a complete and utter ass just as I feared, starting from the moment we took our seats at the fancy reserved table with all its different paired knives and forks varying in sizes and all the glasses. Jamie had taught me about how to use them but Merle had no idea.

Naturally from the start he disapproved of Jamie. No surprise there. I knew that just one glance at him, his SUV and his clothes made my brother crazy just because he couldn't provide the same financial security. His behaviour wasn't only down to pure jealousy which he made no effort to hide to my immense embarrassment – a blind man could see his envy coming out of his ears. However, Jamie for his part, behaved like a total gentleman and didn't even seem to notice my brother's blatant rudeness and disrespect which culminated with him bitterly muttering something about me 'selling myself' under his breath.

I could only grin and bear it and pray that Jamie hadn't heard it.

Normally, I would have placated my brother by telling him that nobody could match up to him in bed or that nobody knew me – really knew me apart from him or that nobody was as handsome, blah blah. Merle loved listening to that shit about himself, not that he needed the ego-boost. However, since I'd become Jamie's now, I couldn't very well get round him that way since we weren't sleeping together anymore. All of the tension between faded into the background, however, after a couple of beers (at my boyfriend's expense) and with his return from his business meeting looking happy.

'Did it go well?', I asked politely.

He grinned and nodded while Merle openly smirked at him. Jamie started to explain a little about the local land deal he'd just brokered while my brother yawned and rubbed his belly.

'When we eatin'? Fuckin' starving.' He interrupted rudely and belched drawing some disgusting looks from neighbourig tables.

I cringed inside even as I cursed him and shook my head at him. 'Behave', I mouthed.

He just smirked and flicked his tongue obscenely at me and I found myself praying again that my boyfriend hadn't noticed.

But Jamie took all this in good grace. 'You're right, Merle. Sorry for boring you with business. Let's sit down.' He motioned us towards the reserved table with his name on it and pointed to my seat. Surprised, I found myself next to Merle facing my lover over the table.

We ordered and the starter hadn't even arrived when I felt his hand lightly flutter over my thigh as if by accident (I knew it wasn't) just as if I hadn't told him that we could be only brothers from now on.

Frowning, I got him with a well-aimed kick under the table and wasn't surprised when the response I was met with consisted of a rakish grin as he withdrew. I sent another kick to reinforce my message with a scowl at him.

I picked at the prawn cocktail – naturally I had the same as Jamie because he insisted that I would like it. It wasn't bad by any means, just not what I was used to. In my discomfort, I scowled over at my brother. I knew he was laughing at me. His eyes were mocking me for allowing myself to be pushed around but he said nothing.

Merle on the other hand had tomato soup and bread for his. Jamie was describing his realtor business in Atlanta and his properties scattered throughout Georgia in answer to my brother's now polite questions. Civil on the surface anyway. He was clearly trying to suss out my new boyfriend and Jamie didn't seem to mind, in fact he even said to Merle how glad he was that I had a big brother who cared so much about me, when his hadn't. I wondered what he meant by that but I didn't press him at the time.

Maybe I should have.

I kind of understood my big brother's concerns as this was my first serious relationship apart from whatever it was that we'd had and that was now over. However, my annoying brother was only half-listening to his answers and was distracted judging by the way the corner of his mouth tugged upwards as his hand went right back to my thigh under the table-cloth. I blushed, coughed and kicked at him again, fearing that it wouldn't take long for Jamie to detect that something was going on. He'd already shot me a few questionning looks.

I sighed inwardly with relief when Merle's distracting hand disappeared yet there was a part of me that didn't want him to stop. And he knew it, the horny bastard as he focused on deliberately reminding me of what I was missing with him.

And it was working, I hated to admit.

Jamie glanced at me in mid-flow.

'So why do you want to expand in a shithole like this?' Merle waved his other hand that hadn't been attacking my leg just now. Direct to the point and blunt as usual but he did have one. Our village was a back-water dirt hole if you were being generous and its most exciting amenity was Marty's and best thing about it was its owner.

Jamie shifted a little uncomfortably. 'Well, you see...' He begun.

'You know this place isn't goin' nowhere? House prices have slumped for decades so why do you want to buy up land here? It's jus' a red-hick village.'

''Cos I'm an investor and sometimes investors like to take risks. It's called urban regeneration.'

I stifled a gasp when my brother slid one hand under the table again and squeezed my thigh when he said 'risks'- the timing wasn't lost on me.

I angrily jerked away. Jamie gave me a funny look before they started talking over me again, like I wasn't there or just a kid too dumb enough to understand.

'But this place is miles from any town, and Bridgewater ain't likely to expand anytime soon.' My brother retorted.

Jamie shrugged and sipped his drink, smiling in amusement: 'If it backfires, I got my back covered. No worries.'

Merle's face sported an expression that said, 'you pompous bastard' and I prayed that he wouldn't give voice to his opinion. I couldn't decide what was worse, his expression or what he was doing to me in that moment.

Because while smirking triumphantly, that damn hand of his was back and even though I jerked my leg away, the horny asshole had now started circling my inner thigh – one of my many sweet spots and I didn't stop him this time. With Jamie undressing me with his eyes, I didn't dare to make a move.

Under other circumstances, I might have enjoyed all the attention, however, I pretended to be fascinated by the menu that I must've read through a dozen of times already, trying to understand the foreign names for the complicated dishes.

Jamie usually helped me with this. Luckily, he didn't seem to catching on to what was going on even though it was extremely hard for me to keep a straight face or pretend that nothing was happening when Merle got going on me. After all, he knew how to touch my buttons.

He had his hand under the table, so what? He was my brother and our relationship allowed us to get away with quite a lot of stuff right under people's noses (we thought it was hilarious) when they knew that we were brothers. Who could imagine such a thing? Or even as two guys together. Merle was just being obnoxious, and didn't seem to care that he was doing it right in front of my boyfriend.

'I sure as hell wouldn't put down a damn nickel on that place.' Merle pointed at the photo on the map dismissively and it did look like a hovel, it was true. 'Seems like a waste of money, is all.'

'No offence, but you're not a property or land expert.'

'Never said I was but even I can see that you're jus' throwin' money away. I do do business from time to time, you know.'

'Oh really?' Jamie said a little disbelievingly. 'What kind?'

That threw him. 'This and that.' Merle scratched my inner thigh again before moving to the over and shifted in his chair as if uncomfortable. But he was probably just getting excited from messing around with me.

I glared at him and tipped my head to Jamie as a silent warning for him to stop. He pulled away for a brief few seconds as he grinned and turned towards his nemesis.

'I say there's nothing here for you.' And he squeezed my thigh on that last 4 words for emphasis even as I tried to stifle my reaction. My cheeks were burning but neither seemed to notice, luckily.

I fought down the impulse to kick my brother again, what the fuck was he doing? Was he trying to convince Jamie that he would be better off elsewhere? Of course, he was. Bastard.

But I became sidetracked when he went even further this time and I felt his fingertips grazing my crotch ever so slightly. Once again, I could do nothing. Jamie held all of me, blushing and squirming in all my 18 years old glory, firmly in his line of vision. He was suspicious for some reason but then I knew he was jealous. That Merle was my brother wouldn't mean shit, he just didn't like other people touching or getting close to me.

Maybe the two of them should have got together and left me out of it, I thought wryly. Yet seeing two men fight over me was making me hard and that was without the help of my brother's affections.

Now his damn hand had gone back to stroking circles on my thigh – moving lower and lower almost to my knee before his fingers changed direction and moved back up my inner leg. Then he would 'accidentally' graze my crotch again before moving away and then slow inch by slow inch, move it up again all up my leg to do repeat the whole process, again and again and again. All with the same deliberate snail's pace, just to torture me more!

I could feel my face grow even hotter as I blushed and couldn't help squirming but Merle didn't stop when I didn't move away. Naturally he took it as a go-ahead. Of course, he did.

The bastard knew what he was doing. That infuriating smirk wasn't just aimed at Jamie – he was using me to find another reason to laugh at him.

Meanwhile, I was getting more and more frustrated, even thought I was kind of enjoying it. I mean, what was I supposed to do with Jamie sitting right there? And it was boring listening to their conversation about land and property prices, taxes, investments and infrastructure – whatever that was. I had to admit, my brother was smarter than I gave him credit for or he was putting on a damn fine show. I could see that Jamie was impressed with his layman's knowledge despite the bad first impression he must have had of him.

'Maybe I don't got a MBA but I got common sense not to lose money if I don't have to.'

'Well, we'll see.' Jamie shifted, and never once did that slightly arrogant smile fade.

I nearly jumped when Merle's hand reached the top of my leg again and my crotch before it started moving back down. I couldn't believe that Jamie didn't notice my blushing face and unfocused? gaze.

'You eatin' that?' My boyfriend nodded over at me, changing the topic and I shifted in my seat, finally dislodging my brother's hand. Thankfully, Merle backed off but his silent message was clear.

'I...I don't really like it.'

'Still, better eat it up...'

'Or what?' I snarled, staring at him over the glass of water before I took a gulp.

'Well, nothing, not like I'll force it down your throat.' He replied calmly. 'But it's paid for.'

'What the fuck's that supposed to mean?'

He sighed and shook his head. 'I swear to God, what's with you today?' Jamie changed focus to Merle who seemed quite satisfied with how this particular evening was developing. 'He always like this?'

'No, only when he's being treated like a kid. He's sittin' right here, you know.'

'I know that. I didn't mean nothing by it - was only saying that it's a shame to throw good food away.'

'Ya getting' all cheap on us now, Chief?' Merle drawled, and that was it, the water I was nervously gulping down got stuck in my throat. They both rose to their feet at the same time to help me. Jamie refilled my glass while Merle slapped my back, as I spluttered, drawing the attention of the other snobby diners. My brother let out a chuckle once it was clear that I was OK.

'What's the matter, baby bro, can't hold ya water?' He scoffed at me.

'Shut up, Merle.'

Jamie visibly relaxed once I had recovered fully and leaned back in his chair. All amusement that was previously there, was gone with the wind when he replied, 'No, Merle, not cheap. Wouldn't bring you here if I were. Don't read too much into what I'm saying or doing, I'm trying to get you on my side because I'm your little brother's boyfriend that's all. I'm just trying to convince you that he's in good hands with me. Can you blame a guy for being a little nervous?'

Merle was too stunned to speak, so he settled on just shaking his head while mumbling a quiet 'Sorry.' Jamie seemed to have that effect on just about everyone, even including a hard-ass like my brother.

'That's OK. No worries.' Jamie turned back to me. 'So, are you eating that or not?'

'Nah...I gotta save room for the main course.'

'Damn it! You are so God damn stubborn.'

Merle narrowed his eyes before he put a protective arm around me.

'So, what if he is?' He snapped at him. 'What were you like at 18? Can't even remember, I bet.'

'Merle! 'I fought the urge to slap my brother to next Sunday for his dig at Jamie. Of course, my boyfriend composed himself quickly after managing to look quite guilty, if you ask me.

'Yeah, I keep forgetting how young he is.'

'How could you possibly forget something like that? I mean, look at him!'

I'm sitting right here in front of you both, you know! If you ask me, you're the ones actin' like two little kids! But I didn't say my thoughts out aloud.

Jamie sighed in agreement before he turned back to my brother. 'Most of the time, he acts more like an adult than I do.' But he was still talking about me like I wasn't there!

I knew I had to say something before this particular conversation spiraled out of control. I wanted them to get on but I saw that it wasn't possible. At loss to what best to say, I just settled on: 'Merle...It's fine,' and shook his arm off my shoulder. But of course, he was too riled up to listen as he blurted out: 'Stop pushin' him around!'

Jamie could only stare at him, lost for words.

'It's fine. I'll fuckin' eat it! Jus' stop arguing!' I snarled at the both of them and other customers turned around and stared again. Probably not used to seeing people like us here or hearing such language in a place like this. I hoped we made for good entertainment.

So, I picked up my dainty silver fork and spoon but Jamie shook his head like he was reconsidering something.

'Yes, your brother's right. Sorry, Daryl. I only want you to eat more healthy, is all.'

'He managed just fine without eatin' shrimp cocktails and salad before, you know. He's a lot stronger than he looks.'

Yet there was a hell of a lot of innuendo in Merle's words just under the surface and just as much in Jamie's reply. I wondered what the hell was going on as I watched them fighting over me like I was a piece of meat. Did Jamie suspect the truth about us?

'No need to tell me. I know he is.'

The lustful smile as his eyes wandered down to my V-neck and lower down on my body wasn't lost on me, apparently not to my brother either as he drew his hand through his hair in exasperation and huffed and puffed beside me. To save the situation that could turn uglier than it already was, I shook my head.

'That's OK. I get it, you were only lookin' out for me.'

Merle's eyes widened at my meekness when he was used to me only being like that with him.

'Jus' not used to eatin' so much, I guess.' I tried to explain.

'That's fine, Daryl. Leave it if you want...I'm sorry.' Jamie seemed to really mean it.

I put my spoon down. The other two seemed to have lost their interest in eating any more.

There was a moment of tense silence filled by us drinking up our aperitifs (what the fuck were they, anyway?).

Then Merle slammed his glass down and called over the waitress.

'Grab me a bottle of bud, would ya, darlin'?'

She smiled at him flirtily and looked at us. 'Yeah, same for all of us,'. Jamie added.

She wrote it down on her pad and was about to go when my brother started burst out with 'You orderin' for him again?' He eyeballed my lover and she watched us in surprise.

'Merle...'

'Leave this to me, little brother. Or does he have you by the balls?'

'Now hold up a minute, I jus' happened to think he'd like a beer better than another aperitif, where's the harm in that?

'You his little bitch now, that it?' Merle addressed me without looking at me and glared daggers at my boyfriend, who only seemed to fuel his anger.

Jamie's mouth opened but no sound came out and the waitress drew back at his harsh words. I never knew him to ever be tongue-tied but he was when faced with my brother's anger.

'Um, shall I come back later?' The waitress asked nervously, glancing back at the other diners, clearly wanting to get away from us. She was small and slight with long, dark hair. Young, probably a college student.

When nobody answered her, she was forced to stand there, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else, her nerves clearly taunt and I felt sorry for her.

Inside, I was panicking because this little meeting was not going as planned. Merle hated Jamie but then maybe he would always find fault with anyone I dated.

Pure jealousy.

'It's OK, Merle. Calm down, I told Jamie that's what I wanted before we got here.' I looked over at him and he nodded at my little lie.

Merle grunted but I could tell he didn't fully believe me.

'Three buds, please.' Jamie told Abbie, so her name tag said.

'Comin' up.' She scurried off, clearly relieved to escape the two crazy rednecks who didn't look like they should be in a place like this arguing with the rich guy.

'Merle.' I hissed as he watched her ass as she sashayed away.

He smirked at me before he turned to Jamie with twinkling, teasing eyes: 'Jus' sayin'…Better let him use his mouth more.'

'And what a clever little mouth it is.' The other retorted.

A dead silence engulfed the three of us, had I been drinking anything, I would have choked a second time this evening. Merle cracked a smile, to make little of what he'd implied, while I could see Jamie's mind take a turn down the gutter. Which was where my brother's was too, judging by the looks of the huge bulge in the front of his pants. I almost felt sorry for him.

Almost. Not quite. Didn't mean I had to help him out with it.

'Of course, it is!' Merle snapped but then grinned and at least the mood seemed to have grown a little lighter. If only Jamie knew just how up close and personal my big brother had been with my mouth.

Now it was my turn to smirk.

'What would you like to eat?' Jamie asked us as we pored over the menu, obviously trying to smooth things over and get back onto the right foot with my brother.

'The steak and fries.' Me and Merle both said at the same time, making Jamie laugh and relieving the tension a little.

'Great. Then I'll have the same.'

We started to get along better after the food arrived and a few more extra beers each didn't hurt, either.

Daryl

Soon, it seemed like my brother and Jamie were getting on to general appearances, talking about how the Braves were doing down in Atlanta and the stock market. I listened to them, not a little bored and I could tell that Merle hadn't forgiven Jamie for pushing me around and that he was still suspicious of him. Not that he never pushed me around or liked it when I acted submissive in bed but that was a different story.

Merle wolfed down his food then belched long and hard. I saw some of the snobby, well-dressed women look at him with looks of unadulterated disgust. Jamie didn't seem to hear. We were now clearly in his world now.

I felt my brother pat my thigh, this time reassuringly. Jamie was oblivious as we drank the cognac he ordered for us. I'd never had it in my life before.

'Slow down, Daryl.' Jamie whispered to me. 'You don't drink cognac like beer.' Of course, he said nothing to my brother who had already finished his.

Merle's face darkened with rage and his fingers dug into my leg painfully, making me suppress an 'Ouch'! I pulled away again.

'Merle...It's OK. He's jus' educatin' me...'

Merle opened his mouth and got up from the table. I swear he would have grabbed me and dragged me back home with him right there and then if he could have done but luckily, we were interrupted. Another rich guy who was almost a clone of my boyfriend tapped his shoulder. He was blond and bit younger.

'Hi, Jamie!'

'Richie! How nice to see you!' They heartily shook hands. 'This here is ...ah...two...two friends of mine...Daryl and Merle.'

Merle just stared in undisguised hostility at them and refused to shake hands with Richie. I guessed it was either because Jamie had introduced him as his 'friend' or more likely, he hadn't named me his 'boyfriend' in public? Maybe both?

'Well, then...Ah...' The guy was clearly at loss at what to do ad not a little intimidated by my big brother. Part of me reveled a little in Richie's discomfort.

'Can we talk?' He ignored us and turned to Jamie again, dismissing us. 'I was gonna give you a bell but since you're here anyway...It's the Meryton deal...'

He glanced at us and whispered something in my boyfriend's ear who then nodded.

'Let's go and talk about it in the bar...Excuse us. Be back in a minute. In the meantime, order anythin' you guys want to eat or drink and put it on my tab.' Jamie told us.

'Yeah, I'm thinkin' about dessert.' Merle drawled and smiled suggestively at me as they left. Making me wonder how he could make that innocent word sound so fucking dirty. I knew he wasn't talking about food, especially when he suggestively added, 'Wonder if what I'm hungry for is on his fuckin' tab, the rich prick?' He was eating me with his laughing eyes. Literally.

'Merle!'

'Oh, come now, Darlena. You've got all so serious, such a prissy princess since you've been with him. Ain't no fun anymore.'

'Whatever.' I shrugged, refusing to rise to his bait.

There was an awkward pause with me looking anywhere else but at him until he started up again.

'How 'bout ya, baby brother? Didn't eat much. You still hungry?' He ran his tongue slowly around his lips while I blushed, and looked away from his blazing gaze, denying that my body wasn't answering to his call. I felt like my skin was on fire all over.

At the same time, I was wondering if all these high-class assholes around us had seen him, heard our conversation. And as if to prove the power he had to make me want him, his hand was back on my leg now but headed without hesitation to my crotch where he palmed me without shame through my jeans. Touching me in a way to create friction with the denim. Torturing me like he'd been doing the whole damn time.

I smiled thinly trying to disguise my arousal as we watched them move over to the far side of the bar and settle down to talk. I couldn't deny that it wasn't exciting.

Yet I shoved him off.

'I need to take a piss.' I said, a little too loudly, again attracting looks of disapproval but now I was grinning back at them innocently with my little boy look that never failed as I stumbled to the restrooms.

No one else was there.

I went into the first stall to relieve myself in the urinal which I badly needed to do after guzzling all that water and booze. I had barely finished when suddenly, Merle barged into it and without a word, hurriedly locked the door behind us, reached round me and slammed the lid back down. Then he grabbed me before I could do my pants back up. Not that I had planned to before he got there.

Next, he hugged me from behind as he whispered into my ear, his hot, whiskey breath and stubble tickling my skin.

'Fuck! He finally left. I mean, how do you put up with that pompous old fuck? I mean, sure he's rich 'n' all, but when he tells you what to do...jus' makes my blood boil.' He bent down to line my throat with kisses while he crossed his arms over my chest from behind.

'It's jus' because he cares. He says he's showin' me things, giving me new experiences...'

'Oh, I bet he is, the filthy bastard.' He scoffed and kissed the back of my neck.

I sighed deeply as if pained. 'What ya doin' here, Merle? Ya know I'm with him now, don'cha?'

'So?'

I tried to shake him off me when all I'd wanted for the 2 whole weeks we'd been apart was to feel his arms around me again. Making me feel safe and loved in a way that no-one else could, not even Jamie although he did his best. Despite myself, I was leaning back against him and he chuckled, cuddling me closer.

When my brother put his arms around me, it felt like coming home no matter where we were.

'Don't deny it, you want this.' He tightened his embrace.

'Merle…' But I knew then I would give in to him whatever he wanted.

'What do ya see in him? Apart from the obvious, that is?' He demanded while he slid one hand down to between my legs and fondled me there.'Ya know I'm bigger. Bigger than anybody.' He crooned suggestively into my ear. It was a typical Merle boast, didn't matter if it might not be true.

'No...' I bit back a moan and bucked against him. 'Don't.' But the moans he was drawing from me suggested I wanted the very opposite.

'Nah, ya don't mean that 'cos I'm gonna finish what I started under that table. Would you like that, little Darlena? Touchin' ya when I wanted to do so much more...right under his nose was the biggest turn-on of my life. And you liked what I did, don't deny it!' He whispered in my ear.

I gasped because he knew exactly what to say to get me excited despite my guilt. With Merle, the words he used on you were as much part of his foreplay as what he actually did.

'Please, Merle, stop! I don't wanna. Ya my big brother. How could ya? Someone might come in!' I pleaded. Putting on the meek little boy voice that I knew he liked. But it did make him stop and tear his hands away from me.

'Yeah? Then why did you leave the door open for me? Standing in here with your pants off?' He stopped then and spun me round and gently took my face in his hands to read my eyes. To see if I really meant it.

'You really want me to stop?'

His concern over what I wanted only made me love and want him even more. I shook my head shyly and threw myself at him in answer. Wound my arms tight around his neck and kissed him while he plunged his hand in my hair and kissed me back. It was a tight squeeze in the cubicle and we both knew that we didn't have much time while I played hard to get to soothe my conscience.

Someone else came in and we froze while we heard them pissing in the urinal. Meanwhile, Merle nuzzled my throat and slid both his hands under my shirt all over my chest. Far from pushing him away, this time, I leaned back against him and started to moan when he started to play with my nipples. He chuckled and put his hand over my mouth.

He teased me until we heard the other man leave.

'Miss me, Darlena? He was already fumbling in his pocket and got out the small jar, showed it to me triumphantly.

'Merle, ya filthy bastard. You planned this!' I tried to twist around but he wouldn't let me.

'Yeah, yeah I did. So, sue me. Or you gonna tell me to stop now? Quick, if you gonna, 'cos we ain't got much time.'

He didn't need to tell me as shoved me against the wall and I got ready and braced myself against it.

'You let him do this to you, do you, boy?' He hissed against my ear as he prepared me. 'Seein' you two together, all I wanted to do was drag you away and fuck you and keep you safe. He ain't right for you, I'm tellin' you.'

'Merle...' I moaned as he slid his fingers in, making me jump when he touched that sensitive spot. He kept tormenting me with it but then he stopped! I whined with disappointment as he grabbed me close. Put his hand over my mouth while another couple of men came in, talking loudly and sounding a little drunk.

'Who's in there?' They banged on our stall.

Merle squeezed my throat warning me not to make a sound. 'Can't a guy take a dump in peace? If you must know, my pipes are all backed up. Takes a long time to squeeze one out.'

The man gave a disgusted-sounding snort. 'Too much information.' I snickered.

We heard them piss in the urinals and Merle let out some dramatic-sounding grunts and groans for their benefit, making me laugh. I did my best to keep it silent.

'Better go and see a doc if I was you, buddy!' The other man shouted out as they left. Thankfully, they were in and out pretty quickly.

I could feel my brother's body shaking with the effort of keeping the laughter in. Mine too.

Meanwhile, Merle stuck his fingers inside. Usually he would take his sweet time in getting me ready for him but we didn't have it. People were probably getting suspicious already and Jamie could be back any minute.

'Sorry, ain't got long. You ready for ya big brother?'

I nodded and even in our rush, he didn't forget to hush me and soothe my hair as he slid inside me. Soon, he was muffling my noises and his own and when it was over, I couldn't stand up so he supported me.

'Do you let him do that?' He whispered in my ear as he held me tight afterwards. I knew we should get going, we'd been gone too long but we couldn't move and we were just enjoying a little time together.

'Yeah...of course.' I knew that would drive him crazy.

He shook me then. 'You mean you let him or he forces you?' In his anger from the images in his head, his voice was getting dangerously loud.

'Merle...Leave it.'

'He hurts you? Like he did?' Now he was almost shouting in rage and I was afraid someone would here. Come to investigate why there were two men in one stall.

I shivered. 'Don't talk about him! NO! Of course, he don't. Anyways, I can take of myself without you, you know!'

'OK, OK. I get it, I'm sorry. It's your life.'

'Yeah, you're fuckin' right 'bout that. I'm 18!'

He said nothing but squeezed me tighter against him to show me that he understood that I needed space to grow up.

'Merle...We better go.' I shakily managed to do up my pants. He did the same.

'True right.' He hissed but he held me there a bit longer as we listened a while to the place emptying as the lunch time rush came to an end.