Morty cradled the portal gun in his sweating hands. It was the lotion, something about the way sweat reacts with lotion was making them unnaturally slippery and the last thing he wanted was to drop Rick's most prized position.
The man, the myth, the legend himself was passed out on the floor of the garage. There had been a muffled explosion maybe an hour ago, loud enough to shake the floor and wake Morty out of a deep sleep. He stared down at Rick and thought passed out was wrong. Knocked out was more like it. Trickles of blood were frozen on his upper lip and from his ears where it crusted in his hair. The whole garage reeked of gunpowder or something close to it.
Either way Morty had a feeling his grandpa was going to be out of commission for a good long while.
This wouldn't be the first time Morty did this. Or the second. Morty backed out of the garage, his boner chafing in his pajama pants with every agonizing step. If everything went to plan this would be the third time Morty stole the portal gun for a little midnight romp.
He stepped up into the kitchen and eased the door shut. It clicked into place and an unearned wave of relief washed over him-- as if a door meant he was out of the woods, as if a door could protect anyone from a man like Rick.
Morty let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and his legs wobbled under him, going jello-ish at the knees and making him stumble backward. He caught himself against the fridge still clutching the portal gun against his bare chest, his knuckles numb from the stiffness of his clenched hands.
The kitchen was dark. The clock in the microwave was blinking 00:00, 00:00, 00:00, so Rick must've taken the power out for a bit with whatever stunt he pulled. Morty watched the zeros blink in and out of existence like a boy hypnotized. He could always slip the gun back into Rick's pocket. There was still time to beg out, he could scurry upstairs and under his cover and spend another hour tugging on his dick hoping for a jackpot.
May as well pray for rain, while I'm at it, Morty thought in the voice of his other grandpa.
"O-okay-" He shook his head, his neck was so tense the movement hurt at first. "Okay."
Morty moved the portal gun into one hand and flexed the fingers on the other, his knuckles popping in protest. Rick had showed him how to use the gun on multiple occasions. Usually those occasions involved them almost dying and Rick screaming Earth's co-ordinates over the screech of near-miss bullets. So he could get back home easy enough, it was the going other places that was a little harder. The gun had a single dial and three buttons which were actually a mislead for any would-be thieves.
"Half the magic happens up here." Rick had slurred at him once, slouched over the bar with his chin in one hand and his other hand tapping too hard on the top of Morty's skull. "Th-th-there's no place like home. You know the- from The Wizard of Oz? Y-you gotta click your heels first and- and then- the rest happens up here."
Morty watched the isotope crackle and pulse inside its glass chamber, like the microwave clock. The longer he spent staring into that light the longer he had to change his mind. This would be his third attempt at Operation Mutual Mortsturbation, which was what the other Rick called it when he walked in on Morty and his Morty with eachother's dicks in their hands. That had been humiliating. And the second time he tried to portal into another Morty's bedroom for a hookup the house didn't even exist in that dimension! He fell fourteen feet into an empty lot and severed his spine on a rock.
Morty pinched the dial between his thumb and forefinger and imagined his own room.
The theory was a simple one. When you've been trying to get off for an hour and failed, there isn't much left up there to scheme with. All he had to do was try to portal home a little earlier, and a little to the left reality-wise. Morty pictured himself in his bedroom a half hour ago, one headphone in his ear, his dick in his fist, a girl screaming and crying and begging some guy to take it out take it out it's too biiiiiiig on his laptop screen. He really thought that video was gonna do it. Morty reached out to his past self and took hold of that awful feeling. Teetering on the edge but never tipping over. How bad he wanted to cum. He turned the dial a fraction of a degree to the left and then pointed the portal gun ahead of him.
The microwave clock flashed quadruple zeros and the portal gun made strange and green shadows on the kitchen cabinets. The jump wasn't very far, and even if Rick noticed that the transport fluid had gone down overnight he'd assume he portaled himself somewhere while he was concussed or something. Totally.
Morty imagined himself in the past, horny but so numb to porn that he would do literally anything just to make himself cum, and pulled the trigger.
The portal came into existence with a sound that was too loud in his quiet home. Morty reached down and grabbed himself through his pants. It hurt. It stung, almost, but he stroked himself anyway, letting the fabric scrape down the achey and oversensitive skin of his dick. If he did this right, he'd find another version of himself who was just about to have this exact same idea.
He stepped through the portal.
This wasn't Morty Smith's room.
The window was in the right place and the wall and carpet were the right colors, but instead of his bikini poster there was a big picture frame. It was the kind that held a bunch of different photographs but in the dark it was hard to tell what any of them were. He moved closer to inspect them but there was something in his way and his shin bumped against it.
It was his bed. He bruised his shins on it enough to know right away. It was his bed even though the blanket was puffy and patterned instead of the beige one he chose for himself at Walmart when he was 10. Dad unzipped the plastic bag it was in so Morty could touch it first. Mom was sick of buying him blankets he wouldn't use.
Something small stirred in the bed, and it wasn't another Morty.
"Grampa?"
"S-Summer?"
Morty blinked as the lump sat up and resolved itself into the shape of a little girl. His eyes weren't totally adjusted to the low light yet, but that was definitely his sister. She was only that small in photo albums, now.
'And here she is when she was… five or six.' Mom had said over a glass of wine, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining as she showed Rick everything he missed. 'She used to put cherries on her nose. Like a little clown.'
"Who are you?" She didn't sound scared. What she sounded was young. And if he portaled into a dimension where Summer was this young, then his counterpart would be even younger. "Are you Grampa's friend?"
"Y-yeah. Sorry. S-sorry, I'll-" Morty swallowed hard and started to fumble with the portal gun. He got a timeline that was too far in the past. The transport solution swirled against the glass, obviously lower than it had been. So stupid. He went too far and now the only option left was to go straight home if he didn't want Rick to notice.
Fabric rustled and Morty glanced up. His blood stopped in his veins. He was expecting Summer to lie back down, he was hoping she would so he could portal home with his tail between his legs. She didn't, though, the sound was Summer pushing her blankets off and her sitting at the edge of her bed. And she was naked.
"I can play with you for a little bit…" She broke off in a yawn. Her hair was messy and just barely shoulder length. What little moonlight that was coming in through the window made her pale skin seem to glow. "'M kind of sleepy so..."
She rubbed her eye and watched him, quiet at the edge of her bed for now. She was waiting for him. She was completely naked.
"Wh-what d'you mean? Play h-how?" His own voice sounded weird in his head, like it was coming from another room.
Summer leaned back and spread her small legs and Morty's cock throbbed in his pants.
'Wh- what, you- wh-" His heart was beating so hard it he could feel it in his temples and his eyelids and in the tips of his fingers. He could see the dark shape of her vagina, shadowed by the curves of her thighs. His sister's vagina. Nausea squirmed up the back of his throat and Morty had to force himself to breathe. Play? Play?
He heard her voice echo from what was barely a minute ago but feels like hours ago.
'Grampa?'
He could see it in his mind's eye. The Rick in this dimension portaling into this room, what used to be Summer's room before she grew out of it and Morty inherited it. He could imagine him looming over this Summer's bed like he often did to Morty. Instead of dragging her out from under her covers and ranting as he waited for his victim to change and put shoes on, he was putting his hands up her pajama shirt. Touching her.
The thought was just as disgusting as it was exciting, and the duel sensations fought in the pit of Morty's stomach.
"Uh… hello?"
She was young, the same age as the girl in the photo album with the half-eaten cherry stuck to the end of her nose. Morty had switched from not breathing to breathing too hard at some unknown point.
"Do- do you mean-" He glanced at the door. It was shut, the hallway light was off, his thoughts were going a million miles a second in every direction. He tightened his grip around the handle of the portal gun-- it was slipping and he almost dropped it. It was sized for Rick's hand.
He already used so much juice getting here. There was no conceivable way for him to try again for a dimension with a Morty his age in it, not if he wanted to get away with using the gun without Rick noticing. Morty cleared his throat.
"D-does Grandpa play with you? A-at night with, with no clothes on?" His throat was so tight the words came out in a breathless whisper. Summer lowered her head and her ginger hair looked brownish in the moonlight. He could make out the slightly darker circles of her nipples. They almost blended in with the skin of her chest. She kicked her feet awkwardly for a couple seconds before nodding yes.
"Y-yeah?" Morty took a step closer to her and she looked up again.
She was pretty. He had always thought she was pretty. His sister was 3 years older and she always seemed so cool and grown up and womanly. She was an early bloomer, too. Her boobs started coming in when she was 11. The day Mom wanted to go shopping for training bras Dad had to stay late at work to get some sort of presentation done for the next morning. So Morty tagged along, keeping his eyes down as his mom and sister looked through the little girl bra and panty section for the right one.
Mom didn't want to leave him alone so she brought him into the changing room with her and told him to stare at the wall as she helped Summer in and out of the different options.
Morty had watched his sister reflected in the changing mirror out of the corner of his eye. She looked like a grown woman to him then. She always has.
"Wh-what kind of games does he play with you?" Morty asked.
She shrugged, looking like a little kid.
Morty glanced at the portal gun in his hand, at the spidery crackle of energy barely contained inside it. He bent over and set it on the floor.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"Morty."
That was fine. If her Rick was already touching her, what was he gonna do? Lie? He already broke into this dimension via portal, it's not like giving her a fake name would throw the Rick off his trail. She smiled at him and she was missing a front tooth.
"That's my baby brother's name too."
Morty grabbed himself through his pajama pants and he was so hard it hurt.
"Th-that's cool." He shuddered, stroking himself. Her legs were still spread and Morty imagined what she would feel like on his cock. "S-Summer, you- do you like… playing with Grandpa Rick?"
She shrugged again.
He imagined it. Rick on top of this little girl. He's seen Rick fuck before. Aliens, mostly, in the front or backseat of the car, in the booth at a seedy club, on the ground in the alley behind the club. He pictured this version of Summer on her back, Rick's cum oozing out of her hole and down her taint to soak into her bedsheets. A thrill ran down his spine. That was better than porn of girls who may or may not be pretending that they don't want it. That was what Morty needed.
"I-I wanna play too, okay? Then you can go back to sleep and- a-and I'll go." Morty breathed, jerking himself off through a fistful of fabric. He was so hard. If Rick was already doing this to her, then it was fine. It'd be fine. Worse things happen in the multiverse all the time. "Okay S-Summer?"
"...Okay."
He reached inside his pants and the elastic slid over his arm. All his hairs were standing up and it felt so surreal to be doing this, what he was thinking of doing. His fingers found his cock and curled around it, skin to skin, and Morty's knees went weak again. Summer was watching him. He glanced at the door guiltily. It was the middle of the night. Everyone was asleep. He was touching himself in front of a little girl.
This was a million times better than porn.
"Summer?"
"Mm?"
"H-how… old are you?" Morty asked, voice shaking with adrenaline. She frowned in the dark. Her face was so round and smooth and her eyes were so big.
"Six." She said and Morty's let out a quiet, nervous moan on accident. His stomach was all twisted up and sick, his cock felt good in his hand. She was six years old and Rick was molesting her. This was a billion times better than porn.
Morty pushed his pajama pants down and they pooled around his ankles. The air was cool on his hot skin and he watched Summer with half lidded eyes. His cock was barely six inches away from touching her.
That was the closest Morty had ever gotten to a girl with his dick. Even in the hallway at school, holding his bag in front of him as he walked so no one would see his boner sticking out through his fly, leaking precum as he brushed up against Jessica on 'accident.'
"Your thing is smaller than Grampa." Summer said, sounding bored and sleepy and that wasn't the reaction he wanted at all. Morty pushed his hips toward her and dragged his hand down the shaft. He was hard and his six year old sister was naked and so close.
"D-do you ever suck his?" Morty asked, the words passing numb lips without his permission. He sounded like a guy in a roleplay video he has saved in his Pornhub favorites. Daddy's friend teaches not his daughter sex ed, except in the video the girl calls him daddy in a baby-like voice the whole time.
Summer opened her mouth slowly and leaned forward.
"G-Geez..."
He could barely believe it. This had to be a dream. This can't be real.
Morty grabbed the back of her head with one hand and guided his dick to her waiting mouth.
Her warm breath puffed over the tip and it felt too good to be real.
"O-okay- okay, I'm, I'm doing it..." Morty whispered to her. She was so small. "G-gonna fuck your mouth."
He shoved himself inside, holding his breath at the sensation of her lips sliding down his dick. Her tongue was wet and hot.
"Y-yeah..." It felt good. He kept pushing, slow, slow, until he finally hit a wall and Summer gagged, her throat convulsing around him and Morty moaned and took her head in both hands and held her on it.
"Oh god- o-oh god- okay-" It felt so good. She was pushing him and kicking her feet but she was too small to stop him and her throat felt so good. "S-Summer. Summer o-oh crap-"
He ripped his cock out of her throat and she gasped, strings of drool connecting her lips to his skin. Morty pushed her hair away from her face so he could look at her. She breathed hard with her mouth open and Morty jerked off in front of her mouth.
"Good. Good. Th-that was-" He pulled her toward him again and eased his cock back inside. He butted against the back of her throat and, "th-that's so, wow, oh- oh my god, S-S-Summer-"
He started to rock against her, fucking her mouth, feeling her baby teeth scrape down the shaft and the rough texture of her throat against the head of his dick. It felt amazing, so hot and tight and good and Morty's eyes slipped shut and his mouth opened and he let himself get into it, fucking her deep. Even though she couldn't breathe, even though she was trying to pull away from him.
"T-take- take it- y-you-" His voice cracked and he swallowed down spit. "You b-bitch. Take my cock."
"Mm! Mmm!!" She was getting loud and a spike of fear went through him. He glanced at the door, still closed, still dark in the gap underneath.
He withdrew and she coughed again, hacking up drool mixed with precum. Morty fisted his hand in her hair and pulled a little. Not to hard. Hard enough to move her head.
"Suck me." He jerked himself off against her cheek, smearing his wet dick over her smooth skin. "Like you suck Grandpa Rick."
She took a few more steadying breaths, tears in her eyes, and then leaned forward again. Rick had her trained good. She took Morty's cock in her small hands and brought it to her mouth.
"G-good, th-that's a good job, Summer." He was panting, arousal buzzing in his head like high voltage powerlines. Summer slid his dick into her mouth and started to suck him off, moving her head on it, pushing her small tongue against the underside. "F-fuuuck..."
She made a soft sound, like a moan, and Morty stumbled a step closer, jamming his shin against the bed frame again.
"Sh-shit!" He hissed, falling onto the bed and pushing Summer onto her back. His dick fell out of her mouth with a pop and dangled over her, dripping precum onto her naked stomach.
She looked up at him with her mouth wide open, he tiny chest heaving as she took great big, childish breaths.
"G-geezus Christ." Morty groaned thinly and dipped his head down to suck on her nipple. He thought of watching his Summer in the changing room mirror. How she held her hands up, her growing breasts casting small shadows onto her ribcage, Mom easing a new training bra over her head and pulling the fabric over those two barely-there boobs. This Summer's chest was completely flat and Morty reached between his legs to jerk himself off as he sucked. Her nipple hardened between his lips. Her body was hot and her breathing was ragged.
He let go and she gasped. She was sensitive.
"D-does, does Rick play with y-your… thing?" He asked, face buried in her neck. He held his dick still and waited for a response. She moved slightly, nodding again, and Morty pulled back enough so he could look into her face. "N-no, tell me. Out loud, Summer."
He was on his hands and knees on top of his naked sister begging her to tell him about the ways their grandpa was molesting her. This was insane. This was better than all the porn in any reality. This was better than Snuffles and the tubs of Margarine that seemed to empty faster than they should.
"Um… he… he plays with me everywhere." She whispered, squirming underneath him. "In my mouth and in my… thingie. My pussy."
"O-oh man." Morty whimpered, his cock hard and hot in his fist. He trailed his eyes down her tiny body to the soft, rounded place between her thighs. He could see the start of the slit, but she had closed her legs when he fell on top of her.
"He puts his cock inside my pussy a lot." She confessed in the dark.
"Open your legs." Morty hissed. He was going to cum if she kept talking, if he kept imagining it. Rick fucking her six year old pussy. His huge cock inside her and his hands on her hips. Summer opened her legs as wide as she could and Morty watched, holding the base of his dick and trying to control himself.
"Like this much?" She asked.
"Yeah." Morty was panting. He shifted around, getting his knees under her legs and pulling her toward him on the bed. She weighed almost nothing. Her pussy was smooth and hairless and he could see the hole. "That's good, y-you're being, being a really good girl, Summer."
He guided his cock to her hole and rubbed himself up and down her slit, from her clit to her asshole. She squirmed on her back and made another quiet noise.
"G-gonna fuck you, b-baby." More half remembered porn dialogue. "Put my dick inside y-y-your cute little pussy, Summer."
"...Okay."
He guided the head to her hole, slipping between her chubby thighs. She was wet and Morty rubbed his cock against her again, smearing his precum around, his heart beating hard and his stomach tight and his balls heavy. He imagined Rick here, putting his cock here, and wondered how much this Rick and his own Rick had in common. He pictured his own sister, the times he accidentally walked in on her peeing or in the shower after the time Rick broke the lock on the bathroom door. Morty imagined tomorrow, eating breakfast across the table from his real sister.
"G-going in." He warned her and the young Summer tensed underneath him.
He spread her pussy open with one hand and lined himself up, bracing his cock at the base with his other hand. It touched her and he felt it in his balls. He could feel himself pumping precum into her hole in a steady leak, filling her up, making her insides slick. He started to push and she was tight. Too tight. Too small to be doing something like this but Morty kept pushing anyway. He couldn't stop imagining Rick doing this to her. Drunk, in his sister's bed with his big cock pressed against her hole, forcing himself inside.
"Fuck… S-Summer, it's- I'm- Oh!"
It went in and she was hot, hot, hot, hot, hot and Morty moaned, his body shaking. In the back of his head he knew this was fucked up. That if there was a hell he was going to it. And the next time the doctor asked if he was sexually active he was going to remember the feeling of Summer's six year old pussy wrapped around his cock. He was losing his virginity to a child and it felt so good.
"Ow- ow, Morty, owie-" Summer whimpered, trying to squirm away from this. He thought of the girl in the painal porn he was watching earlier tonight. How he couldn't tell if she was acting or not. "H-hurts, Mortyyy"
Summer wasn't acting. He could feel her body trying to reject him, clamping down on his cock hard enough to flood his mouth with drool and make his heart skip a couple beats. She was so tight.
"I-is it too big? My cock too big for you, S-Summer?" He panted, pushing deeper, making the bed squeak. "C'mon, c'mon-"
"O-owwiee-" She whined and Morty lowered himself over her, pressing his mouth against hers and kissing her. He stuck his tongue inside and licked the roof of her mouth and her teeth and her tongue, remembering how he was just fucking her here. She whimpered and Morty pushed her more onto the bed, sliding her up her blanket, his cock still inside her as he moved her around. She was so light and small he could do anything he wanted to her and she wouldn't be able to stop him.
"Shhh, Shh, Summer. Come, come here-" He pulled her against his body and lied down on the bed, rolling onto his back so she was lying on top of him. "There- that's- wow-"
She tried to push herself up but Morty wrapped one arm around her hips and one around her upper back, crushing her body against his. He arched his hips up and let out a shuddering sigh.
"S-so good, Summer. So good on- on my cock, feel so f-freaking good." He got her into a rhythm, rocking the girl on it, going deeper every stroke. Her skin was so soft against his sweating chest. He lowered his hands to her ass and held her still so he could fuck her.
"O-ow-" She squeaked into his chest, flinching as he bottomed out inside her but it didn't matter. It felt good. Morty was already thinking about next time, the next time he really needed to cum and porn wasn't doing it for him. He'd come back here and fuck her again. "M-Morty i-it hurting-"
"It's okay- it's-" He ground himself into her hard and grit his teeth, his cock throbbing inside her young pussy. "You-you're gonna ride me, S-Summer, get, sit up."
He pushed the girl up until she was sitting on it. This angle felt even better, she was so tight, he put his hands on her hips and held her down when she tried to get off of his dick.
"St-stay, stay for a second-" Morty said, looking toward the door, his hands burning where they held Summer's little body. He looked back to her, at her flat chest and pink nipples, her thin neck, the tear tracks on her face. She was crying, her hair sticking to her cheek, but she was being quiet. Morty moaned, thinking of course, Rick taught her to be quiet.
"Doing so good, Summer." Morty whispered to her, rubbing his thumb over the smooth skin of her hip. She weighed nothing. He lifted her up and watched her pussy lips drag up the shaft of his cock until only the head was left inside. "G-gonna cum in- inside you. Cum inside your pussy."
He eased her back down and her face scrunched up in pain, her small hands curled into two shaking fists.
"Oooww-"
She sounded like the girl in the video.
"S-say it's, it's too big, Summer." Morty said, stomach twisting with pleasure as he bottomed out again. "Tell me it's- my cock is too big."
"It's too big, M-Morty- it- it hurts." She cried, gasping between words and whining when he lifted her up again. "H-hurting me, too- Y-your thing is too b-biiiig-"
"Oh my g-god, yeah- yeah take, taking it. Fucking your tight little p-pussy, Summer." Morty slammed her down on his cock and moaned, his whole body shaking with how good it felt. Next time he would bring his phone, he had to record this. He'd take pictures and videos of him fucking this little girl and when Morty needed something fucked up to make himself cum he could relive this feeling.
"St-stop- stop, Morty, h-hurts-"
The bed squeaked under him and he fucked her harder, bouncing her on his hard cock and whispering fuck fuck fuck take it, t-take my fucking cock bitch as he raped her. The blanket was soft under his back and the mattress crinkled in a plastic-sounding way when he moved. She was probably a bed wetter. Morty had a mattress cover when he was her age too.
"M-Mooortyyyy-"
"Th-that's right- that's- feels s-so fucking good in, inside you." Morty forced her up and down, using her body to make his cock feel good. He was close, he was so close. "C-cum in your f-fucking pussy, Summer-"
Summer sobbed quietly, her mouth open and tears streaming down her red face. This is what he was chasing every night with his dick in his hand. This feeling. He slammed her down on his cock and held her there, arching off the bed and begging himself not to cum- not yet, he wasn't done with her yet.
He throbbed inside her, his balls tight and the muscles in his stomach and thighs screaming, it felt too good and he didn't want it to be over yet.
"Ow- o-ow-" She was still whining and Morty wondered under the heavy, boiling hot blanket of arousal if Rick made her scream when he fucked her. He wondered and he held her there, not moving anymore, breathing hard and dick twitching in time with his racing heartbeat as he listened to his sister cry and moan.
He lifted her all the way up and his cock slipped out of her small body. It was hard and heavy and it fell against his lower stomach, leaking slime onto his belly, twitching in the open air.
"I h-have to go potty-" Summer said between sobs, her small thighs shaking. "C-can I go to the potty now?"
Morty stared up at her. At her short, ginger hair and her lips and her chest.
"I'm not done playing with you yet." He whispered.
"Oh nooo-" She crumbled in his hands, all the strength running out of her until she was limp, shaking as she hiccuped. Morty sat up and pulled her into his arms, the bed squeaking under him. His dick was sandwiched between their two bodies and Morty ground against her as she cried into his collar bone.
"It's okay- it's-" Morty stopped himself. This was wrong, and sick and- he knew that. He knew it wasn't okay. He was fucking a six year old. Morty swallowed but his mouth was dry. He moved to the edge of the bed and stood up, carrying her with him.
"Not done fucking you yet, Summer." He whispered. What was the point of lying or trying to be nice? "You're mine tonight. I- I'm gonna fuck you until I can't anymore."
His cock twitched. He could feel it. Swollen and hot and heavy and aching to be inside her again. Saying it out loud made it feel even better.
"Gonna rape your k-kid pussy until I can't cum anymore." His legs were weak, this was almost too much. Morty lowered himself to the floor and put Summer on her back in the square of moonlight coming in from the window. His solar system rug would be here in his own reality, but in this one it's just carpet. Summer looked up at him with eyes red from crying.
"I- I'm not lying-" She said, panic in those eyes. "I- I need to potty. Please can- can I go potty first?"
Morty knelt between her legs and grabbed her by the thighs, spreading them wide so he could see the damage he did to her.
Her young vagina was swollen, her hole gaped open. Morty pushed his hips forward and rubbed his hard cock against her slit. She was so small, on the outside and on the inside. He kept her pinned with his hands wrapped around her thighs and dipped his cock back inside her.
The head slipped in and she whined, flinching underneath him. She was hot and wet and tight around him and Morty pulled it back out with a moan.
"I- I gonna pee-" She whispered, more frantically and Morty put the head back inside, watching closely. "N-noooo-"
He pushed all the way in and she arched her back in pain, one of her legs kicking involuntarily.
This time when Morty pulled his cock out, Summer pissed herself.
"O-oh my god-" She was peeing, it sprayed on Morty's dick hot and wet and it felt really fucking good. He shoved it in her pussy and the pee stopped. "Oh my god- S-Summer-"
He ripped it out and she started peeing again, crying and covering her face and twisting around on the ground underneath him.
"P-pissing on my fucking cock- oh my god- oh g-geez-" He plugged her again and pulled out, moaning at the feeling of her pussy squirting all over him, getting him wet and soaking the carpet underneath. He fucked her, forcing the piss out of her in squirts that got him on the thighs and lower stomach and wetted his pubes. It shone in the low light and squished in the carpet under her, warm and wet and good and Morty ripped his cock out of her and she arched up hard, pissing on him and crying.
"S-soorryyyy-" She gasped, spasms tearing through her small body as she let go completely. "I- I sorryyyy-"
Urine flooded the carpet between them and Morty leaned down to kiss her again, rubbing his cock against her soaking wet vagina. She cried into his mouth and made sad pathetic noises that went straight to his dick.
"D-does, does Rick cum inside your pussy, Summer." He panted against her lips, holding her in place so he could grind himself against her poor abused hole. "Does Grandpa fill you- your pussy up, baby?"
Summer let out a long sad wail, still quiet but right into Morty's ear.
"G-get up, c'mon." Morty grabbed her arm and rolled her over, maneuvering her onto her hands and knees. "I- I'm gonna f-fuck you doggy, Summer."
"O-oooh-" She whined, starting to crawl away but Morty dragged her back by her hips. Her chubby white thighs were shiny with her own pee. Morty shoved his fingers inside her pussy.
"S-so h-hot- Summer, Summer, o-oh my god." He reached as deep as he could and she yelped in pain, her whole body jerking forward and away from him. "St-stay still- don't move."
He withdrew his fingers and stuck them in his mouth, tasting her. His cock jumped in the space between him and waiting pussy, ready to go again, ready to hurt this little girl more.
"D-don't move Summer, don't move." He guided himself to her hole, pushing, pushing, pleasure rolling through him as she took his cock inside again. She was getting tighter more he fucked her, her pussy was swelling shut from the abuse. It gripped Morty's dick like nothing else he'd ever felt. "G-gonna get, get addicted to this. Gonna need your pussy to get off, S-Summer. M-making me feel so good inside you."
He bottomed out and held it there, filling her up completely, listening to how her breathing went tight and whistling as she tried to keep breathing through the pain. He was already addicted to this.
"S-six." Morty whispered to himself, heart pounding hard in his chest. "I sh-should… I should come back earlier."
Yeah yeah yeah yeah he was already imagining it. Being the first one to fuck a little girl. Getting to Summer first, being the first one to rape her. Let her Rick have his sloppy seconds. Morty pulled out and his cock was on fire.
"I- I'm raping my little sister." He whispered to himself, his voice echoing in his own head, getting him off. "I- I'm fucking my sister's s-six year old pussy- I'm- oh geez, oh my god-"
"M-Mortyyy..." Summer whined, she was struggling to stay on her hands and knees. "O-ow- ow it h-hurts."
"Yeah- good, good, th-that's right-" Morty forced himself back inside. His balls swung between his legs, heavy and hot. "Summer's pussy. R-raping Summer's f-fucking pussy w-with my big cock."
"Ow!"
Morty fucked her slow at first, his hands wrapped around her tiny waist so she couldn't get away, stroking his dick with his swollen insides. It felt good. F-fucking my little sister's little pussy r-raping Summer with my- my- m-making my cock feel so fucking good oh geez, oh- oh- it felt good to fuck her and he picked up the pace, slamming her small body against his. She was crying louder but it was too little, too late, he couldn't stop now. Not when it felt so good not when he was finally getting close.
"Take it- t-take it y-you little bitch, take my cock, taking my cock s-so fucking good- make, made daddy cum, baby-" Morty moaned, whispering out a stream of dirty talk, things he'd heard on Pornhub before they took the rape and underage girls off, things that made his brain boil and his cock so hard it hurt. Summer collapsed under his brutal treatment, her face hitting the carpet with a cry of pain.
"Fuck!" Morty pounded into her, ramming his cock in as hard as he could not caring how much it hurt her. She was just something to fuck, Rick knew that, Rick had her first.
"Morty ow! H-huuurt, ow, ow, ah! AH!" She shrieked and Morty pulled her against his body by the hips, burying himself all the way inside her hole, his cock throbbing hard. "Morty!"
She started saying his name, begging, saying ow ow ow it hurts Morty stop Morty ow ow ow ow and he was gonna cum, he was gonna cum inside a little girl.
"Get it- g-get it, take it, take my cock, take my fucking cock!" His voice cracked, her pussy was everything it was the only thing he could feel or care about. His cock inside this little girl's pussy. She was screaming, finally, she was screaming his name and begging him to take it out and who cared if someone heard.
"I'm gonna cum oh my god oh my god, S-Summer, Summer-" He fucked her harder, chasing his orgasm, he was so close who cares who cares who cares what happens after. "Fuck- fuck, fuck, yeah- yeah make- making me cum, Summer. Make me cum with your tight fucking pussy-!"
There.
Morty moaned loud as it ripped through him, everything went white, he was cumming and it felt so good. This was what he needed. His cock throbbed inside Summer's pussy and he felt it, he was pumping his cum inside her, flooding her tiny hole with his semen. It felt so fucking good and Morty fucked his way through it, cock pulsating as he rode it out, cumming more than he ever did into his own fist on into a napkin or a crusty old t-shirt.
"Ow- Mortyyyyy-" Summer sobbed face down and ass up in front of him and that was good.
"Fuck. Fuck-" His voice was shaking, his heart was beating too fast, every time he pushed back inside cum overflowed and rolled down his balls. "C-came so much- so much, oh my- oh my god."
He pulled it out and let go of her hips and she fell sideways bonelessly, jerking with blubbery sobs. His cock hung over her, cum-smeared and still hard.
He was still hard.
"I don't wanna play anymore-" Summer whimpered, curling in on herself on the carpet. Laying in her own piss. "I don't- I-"
Morty grabbed her leg and put her on her back, forcing her legs open so he could see what he did to her.
Her pussy really was swollen shut. Puffy. Morty spread her open with his thumb and semen oozed out of her hole.
"Wow." He breathed, stomach fluttering. He gingerly wrapped his fingers around his cock and hissed. So sensitive. Summer started to shake her head no, staring up at him with scared eyes. Her whole face was red from crying so hard. It's amazing nobody heard her. He looked toward the door again just in case but no, it was closed, the hallway light was still off. He looked back toward the girl infront of him."I th-think… I think I still want to play."
He stoked himself, dragging his fist down its length hard. A bead of cum welled up on the tip and dropped onto the piss-soaked carpet between Summer's legs.
"Please-" She whimpered. "Morty."
Morty dragged her closer and she tried to fight him.
But she was too small.
He could do whatever he wanted to her.