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Merle had always taken the brunt of their old man’s anger, trying his best to protect Daryl, who at the age of 13 couldn’t even get it up to fight back and hold his own.
But Merle had been in and out of jail too many times to count by the age of 20, and during those times Daryl was left alone to fend for himself.
On one of these occasions when Merle had just been released for what must have been the 4th time that month, he walked in the front door to see his old man backhanding Daryl so hard he crashed into a shelf and collapsed in a heap.
Merle didn't hesitate before taking a swing at their obviously drunk father. The two of them tussled for a minute or two before Merle got in a good hit to his old man’s head that sent the fucker sprawling unconscious on the floor.
Daryl was still cowering on the floor, arms over his head as if he expected to be hit. Merle nudged the boy with his foot and Daryl looked up, realizing it was Merle and struggling to his feet. He clung to the hem of Merle’s shirt like a child, following closely as Merle patted the kids head and went to sprawl on the filthy couch in front of the beat up TV.
Daryl climbed onto the couch next to his older brother, but Merle shoved him off lightly.
“Go and get me a beer, then you can sit with ol’ Merle.”
Daryl tripped over himself to obey, scampering into the kitchen and retrieving one of their father’s beers from the fridge. Merle took it from him and let his baby brother lay next to him on the couch, Daryl clinging once more to his shirt, head across his big brother’s lap. To Merle’s surprise Daryl began sucking his thumb, a habit he should’ve outgrown years ago.
“Stop that,” Merle said, swatting his brother’s hand away from his mouth. “You ain’t a damn baby.” Daryl obeyed for a minute but then by habit his thumb went back up to his lips and he continued to suck it like he was 2 instead of 13.
Merle had never done anything to his little brother before, even though he’d thought about it. Daryl was so reliant on him, so clingy and pathetic that Merle knew he could get the pussy to do whatever he wanted. He grew agitated and horny the longer he sat on the couch watching Daryl in his lap.
“You need something in your mouth that bad, huh?”
Daryl didn’t answer, just continued sucking, his free hand still wrapped around Merle’s sleeve.
“You aughta be more grateful for all I do for you boy,” Merle said, annoyed. “I’ve saved your ass more times than I can count.” He pushed Daryl lightly off his lap, revealing his erection to the room. “How about you take care of this for ol’ Merle? You just suck on this instead of that thumb and give your brother some relief.”
“Why?” Daryl asked, finally taking his thumb out of his mouth. Merle couldn’t believe how naive this kid was. Asking why as if he didn’t know about jerking off or anything at his age.
“It hurts, see,” Merle lied. “You’re the only one who can make it feel better.” He pulled his cock out for Daryl to see and put his large hand on the back of his brother’s head. Merle was expecting at least some resistance but Daryl gave none. Damn, this kid was dumb. Anyone who wanted to could take advantage of him like this.
Daryl put his mouth around Merle’s cock and the older brother guided his head down further until Daryl gagged and tried to pull away.
“Easy, that’s it,” Merle encouraged gently, hand still pressed firmly on Daryl’s head. “Up and down, that’s a good boy.”
Daryl sucked on Merle’s cock as best he could, which wasn’t very good. It was probably the shittiest blow job Merle had ever received but he still came a few minutes in, startling Daryl with a stream of hot cum down his throat. Daryl coughed and pulled away, and Merle let him this time. His eyes were watering as he struggled to swallow all of it, and to Merle’s disgust the kid began crying, face screwed up at the unpleasant taste.
Merle held an arm out and Daryl crawled under it like a baby, still wanting approval even after what Merle had just made him do. Merle patted his little brother’s head again, telling him he’d done a good job. After that moment, Merle could get Daryl to do pretty much whatever he wanted, getting some pleasure whenever he got horny enough to use the kid.