Taboo (Merle Dixon x OFC)

Chapter 6

I must have drifted off on the couch at one point because the next thing I knew, Mama was calling me from the kitchen. I flinched, startled by her voice. My eyes snapped open to find Daryl peeking through the curtain.

"Autumn! Wake up! Merle's here!" Mama told me, unlocking the front door and opening it. The TV was playing that mechanic show again. They were revving bikes, so that explained why I hadn't heard Merle pull up outside.

"Rose," Merle rasped politely as she shut the door behind him. I could hear them in the hallway, but I couldn't see them.

"Merle," she replied quietly. "Ya gonna tell us what's goin' on?"

"I'm gonna tell ya. Ya been harassin' yer daughter and my lil brother? Tryin' ta get answers?" He was half joking and half serious. My Mama could be very persistent when she wanted to be.

"Nah, she hasn't." I yawned as they rounded the corner, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

"Nope. She's been alright," Daryl concurred from his spot in the armchair.

Merle's face lit up as he took me in, his eyes sweeping over my robe. "What the hell ya wearin', girl? Or should I say, not wearin'?"

"AHEM!" Mama cleared her throat, causing him to give her the side eye.

"What?" he snapped, rubbing the back of his neck. "Autumn's grown. I'll look if I wanna. Can't stop me. Ya think I don't look at those magazines she's in? Cuz I do. Every fuckin' day."

She laughed. "I'm just bustin' yer balls. I know my daughter is beautiful."

"Fuckin' bitch." Merle rolled his eyes and smirked, waving his middle finger in her face.

That just made my Mama laugh harder. She loved to pick at Merle. Only people in our family could get away with busting his balls. Anyone else would have a bloody mouth, busted nose, or a black eye. Daryl choked back a chuckle. I just smiled innocently, sauntered up to him, and hugged him affectionately.

"I ain't wearin' any clothes," I whispered in his ear. I heard Merle's breath hitch in his throat. That made me giggle under my breath. "I ain't. Just panties and the top that goes with it. It's lacy. You can see through it. Think ya'd like it." I pulled back slightly, winking at him.

He licked his lips, doing his best to hide what he was feeling inside, but the twitch I felt against my belly told me I had turned him on.

"Somethin's different," Mama noticed, observing Merle's face while he rested his chin on top of my head. "What's goin' on, y'all? Did ya fuck my kid, Merle?"

I couldn't help but giggle harder. Mama was so blunt sometimes. She knew we hadn't been intimate with each other. She was just fucking with him.

"Nah, I ain't fucked yer kid." Merle snickered, deciding to give her a taste of her own medicine. "Just in my mind. With my hand." He held up his right hand, squeezing it into a fist and moving it in a jerking motion. "I gotta fleshlight. Sometimes I use that. Ya know, if ya wanna get technical 'bout it." I cracked up, tucking my face into his chest. He laughed with me, his hand rubbing over my back.

I heard Daryl chuckle under his breath, then a very quiet, almost silent, "Me, too."

"Ugh..." Mama groaned. "Sorry I said anythin' now. I got a mental picture." She made a gagging sound. "From both y'all."

Daryl snorted and hid his reddening face in his hands. I don't think he had meant for us to hear him.

"Good. That was my intention." Merle's tone was ornery. He ignored his brother's comment. "Uhh, seriously, though. I think I'm gonna be doin' that real soon, so ya might as well get the fuck over it. I ain't gonna hide it."