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Comforting Summer	By : JamesRyder Category: +M through R > Rick and Morty Views: 3532 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Morty paused briefly at his sister’s door. He had heard her go off on her parents then storm upstairs to her room. His parents were wrapped up in their own problems and Rick couldn’t care less so that left Morty to check on Summer. He reached out and opened her door.
As he walked in he could see she was on the verge of tears as she stuffed articles of clothing into a duffle bag. He knew immediately she was planning on running away and that it wasn’t a dramatic cry for attention.
“Hey, uh…y-you doing okay?” Morty asked quietly as Summer turned and glared at him. If looks could kill she would have wiped out most of the town. “I… I kind of know how you feel, Summer—”
“No, you don't.” She interrupted him with a sharp tone and then realized she was taking out her anger on the wrong person. “You're the little brother,” she sighed as her look softened, and she tried to find a way to not hurt his feelings. “You're not the cause of your parents' misery, you're just a symptom of it.”
Morty heard how broken and devastated she was in her tone. He had to help but the only thing he could think was a huge risk. As she went back to packing his reason briefly wared with his heart and as always his heart won out.
“Can I show you something?”
Summer sighed and looked over at him. “Morty, no offence, but a drawing of me you made when you were eight isn't gonna make me feel like less of an accident.”
His resolve solidified and he pointed outside her window at two small lumps in the backyard. “That,” he told her with an uncharacteristic amount of bass in his voice, “out there. That’s my GRAVE.”
Summer paused. “Wait, what?” She was confused at where this was going and by the assertive nature he was showing.
“On one of our adventures,” Morty began looking her dead in the eyes, “Rick and I basically destroyed the whole world. So we bailed on that reality, and we came to this one. Because in this one, the world wasn't destroyed. And in this one, we were dead. So we came here, a… an… and we buried ourselves and we took their place.” Morty stared at her hard to show he wasn’t joking. “And every morning, Summer, I eat breakfast twenty yards away from my own rotting corpse!”
“So…” Summer was shocked, and her mind was going in a million directions, but it all came out as one question, “you're not my brother?”
“I'm better than your brother.” Morty walked over to Summer and put a comforting hand on her arm. “I'm a version of your brother you can trust when he says don't run.” He looked up at her and smiled warmly. “Nobody exists on purpose. Nobody belongs anywhere. Everybody's gonna die.” Morty hugged her and she held him back. “Feel better?”
“Actually yeah.” Summer smiled at him lovingly but, she was still coming to grips with the idea that he wasn’t her real brother. She gave him a hug and an awkward kiss on the mouth. It felt strange but also right to her, but Morty pulled away embarrassed.
“Well… glad I could help,” Morty managed as he tried to process the fact Summer had just kissed him and that he had felt his dick get a little hard when she did. She wasn’t his real sister, but she was still his sister in a way.
“I can think of another way we could help each other,” Summer told him making it sound like a joke when it was anything but. She was sure part of her frustration at life was her recent dry spell with the guys and she could use a good fuck. Morty was always kind of cute to her and this one wasn’t her real brother. Seemed like a win-win to her but she was still prepared to laugh it off like it was a joke to save face if he rejected the idea.
Morty had always thought Summer was hot and would never have admitted it out loud but many of his jerk off fantasies involved his sister in some way. Now it looked like this Summer was hitting on him and he was desperately hoping that his brain could focus on the idea that she wasn’t his real sister long enough to take this opportunity.
“Umm… you know…,” he stuttered nervously as he tried to think of a smooth way to respond, “like… uh… what… what did you have in mind?”
Summer smirked. She had heard that type of nervous tone before in a few of the guys she had been with. She not only knew he would be down for anything she suggested but also knew she was about to take Morty’s virginity. It made her wet just knowing that. She liked taking guy’s virginities almost as much as guys liked taking girl’s virginities.
“I’ve got some pent-up angst,” she said seductively as she reached down and pulled her purple tank top off over her head in one smooth motion, “and I could use some nice,” she unhooked her bra and let it drop off, “live in,” her thumbs hooked into the top of her white capris pants and slid them down, “casual cock,” the panties went the same way as her pants, “to work it out with.”
Morty stared wide eyed and opened mouth at her naked body. His eyes moved quickly trying to memorize every inch of newly exposed flesh like he would blink, and it would be covered up again. It was better than he had ever imagined, her perky tits, her toned legs, and her perfect pussy. The sight ended the fight between his brain and his cock as he decided that even if she had been his original sister he would have been insane to pass this up.
“Okay,” was all he could manage as one hand started trying to lift his shirt as the other tried undoing his pants in an awkward unbalanced effort that got him no closer to his goals of looking cool or getting naked.
“Here.” Summer moved forward and stopped this adorable but pointless effort and made sure to focus him by putting her tits right in his face. “You take off your shirt,” she cooed at him, “and let me take care of the rest.”
He yanked his shirt up over his head so fast that Summer hissed as it flicked her nipples and made them rock hard as it passed. She in turn unbuttoned, unzipped, and then pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles in one smooth motion that also conveniently left her crouched down in front of him.
Summer starred at Morty’s cock. He was easily seven inches long and at least an inch and a half thick. She marveled at the idea that someone with such a nice cock could completely lack self-confidence.
He shouldn’t be dreaming of Jessica, she thought as she leaned in and licked his cock from base to tip. She should be dreaming of him.
With one confident motion Summer opened her mouth and took Morty’s cock into her mouth and then down the back of her throat until she could stick her tongue out and lick his balls. She wasn’t called the throat goat for nothing.
“Oh god, Summer.” Morty moaned as she began to bob her head up and down on his cock.
Summer was pleased that he didn’t reach down and grab her head. He was letting her set the pace and she thought that was sweet. Of course that didn’t mean she couldn’t take a brutal face fucking, but she was still pleased he was willing to just let her do her thing. She in turn focused on giving him a first blow job he would never be able to forget.
Morty did try to reach down but it wasn’t to try and grab her head but to grab her tits. He wanted to play with them and squeeze them as she gave him a blow job that was everything and more than he had imagined it would be.
“Get on the bed,” she told Morty as she pulled his cock from her mouth but kept jerking him off. He just nodded and did what he was told.
As soon as Morty was on his back on her bed she went back to sucking him off but this time she positioned herself, so her legs straddled his head, and her pussy was inches from his mouth. It took Morty no time to get the hint and he tentatively stuck out his tongue. As soon as the tip of his tongue touched her wet pussy he could taste her. She tasted amazing to him, and he dove in returning the enthusiasm she showed in her blow job as he ate her out.
Summer was moaning around his cock. He may not have had any experience, but he made up for it in exuberance and she knew he would only get better and better with time. If you think about it, she mused herself as she quivered at Morty’s ministrations and the feel of him buried in her throat. I’m just getting him ready to please other woman. I’m a hero. She paid no mind to how that thought process sounded like something her grandfather would say.
Morty still couldn’t reach her tits, so he decided to do something else he had always wanted to do. He reached up and as he used his tongue exclusively on her clit he slid a probing finger inside her dripping pussy. He practically felt her moan around his cock as he slid his finger in to the knuckle and decided to try a second.
Summer knew she would cum soon when Morty added a third finger, but she eased off on the blow job because she could cum more than once, but she didn’t want Morty to blow his load down her throat. She wanted to feel more than fingers in her pussy, and she wanted to feel it soon.
Morty thought about trying a fourth finger but instead he had an odd idea. He thrust his three fingers into her as a triangle and then forcibly stretched them apart from each other stretching Summer’s pussy hard.
“Fuck,” Summer almost screamed with just the head of Morty’s cock in her mouth as she came hard, and her constricting pussy forced Morty’s fingers together again so hard she hoped it didn’t hurt him.
As her orgasm subsided she realized she had stopped sucking him off, but he had kept fingering and licking her, so she figured it was his time for a reward. She got off of him and he looked almost disappointed until she spun around to face him, startled his hips, and he knew what was about to happen.
He was so hard, and she was so wet she didn’t even need to hold his cock to guide him in. She wasn’t gentle or tender. She was so worked up and filled with lust that she slammed herself down and impaled herself on his cock.
Summer looked down at the pleasure written on Morty’s face and began to ride him. She ran her hands over his hairless chest and pinched his nipples as she bottomed out. His eyes opened again as he felt the mix of pain and pleasure and looked into her face as she began to pick up speed.
Morty watched as Summer’s tits bounced and he sat up slightly so he could paw at them. They felt better in his hands than they had in the wettest of his dreams. First he was content to just squeeze them but when his hands brushed against her nipples he felt her pussy squeeze his cock a little tighter and shifted focus.
He brought the nipples closer to his face and flicked his tongue over each as Summer began to moan. She practically screamed in pleasure as Morty took one nipple into his mouth and bit down on it gently. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vice and Morty knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Oh god Summer,” he managed to moan as his breathing increased. “I’m going to cum.”
“That’s fine,” Summer moaned in his ear before gently biting the earlobe. “Cum inside me, I’m on the pill.”
Morty didn’t need any further encouragement. Both their bodies went stiff as Morty shot a massive load of cum deep into Summer and the feeling of it rushing into her triggered her own orgasm. They collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty panting heap of naked flesh.
Summer recovered first and got off of Morty seeing his cock starting to soften. She leaned over and licked it clean tasting the combination of both their juices. As soon as he was clean she selected a pair of panties she knew from experience wouldn’t leak and started to get dressed but made sure to flash him her ass. “We should go downstairs so no one gets suspicious but when you’re ready for round two I want it here.” As she bent down to pull her panties up she spread her round ass cheeks and showed him her asshole.
Morty got up on shaky legs and simply nodded. He was still too drained to do much more than get his clothes back on and follow her downstairs to the living room.
As they walked into the living room Rick looked around at them and then nodded to the TV. “Hey guys,” he belched, “you want to watch some Ball Fondlers?”
“Sounds good to me,” Summer agreed and as Rick turned back to the TV she reached out and briefly gave Morty’s balls a squeeze. “I like the sound of that.”
The kids both chuckled as Rick gave them a questioning look before deciding that he didn’t care why they were acting weird so long as he didn’t have to deal with it. The siblings turned lovers at down and Morty simply fantasized about getting to try her ass next.
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