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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Morticia_(Pocket_Mortys)/Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty)
  Character:
      Morticia_(Pocket_Mortys), Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty)
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Incest, in_which_Morticia_is_gross, And_so_is_Rick
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-17 Words: 2236
****** D-Don't Be Gross, M-Morty ******
by iamtheletter13
Summary
     Morticia likes gross porn and Rick finds out about it.
Morticia bit her lip and glanced at her door, putting her headphones on but
having to pause and tuck her mess of brown hair behind her ear to fit them
comfortably on her head. She let out a trembling breath then clicked the game
open, her face already heating up.
She was on level seven of a ‘dating Sim’. There wasn’t really much dating
involved; Morticia was just trying to fuck every female she came in contact
with in the game, hoping to unlock the secret ending this time. She had another
tab primed on her laptop with information on completing the game, and was
watching the poorly animated flash sex with a determined expression. She was
skipping through all the dialogue and clicking the easiest options to try and
make it through the sex scenes she’d already done about five times, only
reading the one with titfucking in detail, because that particular drawing had
been the most appealing to her.
“Aw, lame!” Morticia whispered. It was just a scene with some of the girls
you’d already met before! There wasn’t even a new character to fantasize about
fucking, as herself with a strapon instead of the boring brunette protagonist
she’d been forced to play this whole time. He had been dull and vanilla.
Morticia wanted to make them cum over and over, or to tease them and not let
them cum at all for excruciating hours.
The BDSM games on this site all had fisting. She grumbled and clicked open a
less interactive site to watch something niche and disgusting. And animated.
Always animated.
She frowned at today’s selection of videos, quick to click the popups closed.
She skipped past a large list of live action videos, not appreciating the
visuals, and held her cursor over a video she’d seen about thirty times,
recognizing the sweetly drawn face and nonsense title. She clicked it open and
bit harder on her bottom lip, shuffling her pants off under the blankets.
Morticia watched eagerly as this poor animated schoolgirl was captured and
fucked by three anthropomorphic wolf monsters, thrilled that she could actually
listen to it with her new headphones. It was much better with the growls and
wet noises, as opposed to her own ragged breathing and the ringing of silence.
“Morty… Morty, h-holy shit, what are you even watch- ah.” Rick had opened the
bedroom door and made it halfway into the room before Morticia even noticed his
presence, squeaking and shoving off her headphones.
“I-I thought I liked weird porn when I was your age.” Rick remarked, Morticia
snapping her laptop closed, though the moaning and Japanese continued for a
full fifteen seconds on the tiny speakers. She looked like she might puke.
“W-were those werewolves?”
“Sh-shuddup, Rick.” Morticia whined.
“You’re not e-expecting me to go on an adventure r-right now, are you?” She
didn’t even have pants on.
“W-well, not anymore.” Rick snickered, grabbing out his flask. Morticia
snatched it from him and took a frustrated swig, Rick wrestling it out of her
hand again.
“Wh-what the Hell?”
“S-stay out of my room, Rick, o-or I’m gonna start invading your privacy, and
I’ll make your life really d-difficult!” She insisted.
Rick raised his eyebrow. She did have a sister, after all. Morticia was
probably capable of all kinds of inconveniencing. He took the last swig out of
his flask, making it a point to refill it, and started towards the door.
“M-masturbate then get dressed. I’ll be back in, l-like twenty?” He looked over
his shoulder, Morticia reaching down and tossing a slipper at him.
“F-forty-five.” He slipped out of the room, having barely avoided her
projectile.
~~~
Morticia balanced on the cot, kneeling on it, wearing a sweater dress, with her
arm pulled out of one of the sleeves and her panties around her thighs. She’d
found this amazing-looking sex toy while snooping in Rick’s room, and was
grinding against the ribbed surface. She was pretty sure it would take two
bottles of lube to fit it inside her, but she loved the sensation of the
silicone on her clit, imagining that she was riding Rick reverse-cowgirl style,
watching the door with wide eyes.
Morticia heard footsteps on the stairs, and grabbed the wipe she’d cleaned the
toy with initially, wiping her slick off of it and setting it into the drawer
she’d gotten it out of. She fixed her panties, rubbing her clit through the
cloth just in case it wasn’t Rick and she still had time to get off. She was in
trouble, anyway, might as well enjoy herself.
“A-are you touching yourself in there?” Rick asked through the door, sounding
very drunk and rather amused. He opened the door, giving Morticia time to slip
her arm back into her sleeve again.
“H-how’d you know I was in here?” Morticia asked, avoiding Rick’s question but
giving it away with her blush.
“You said y-you’d make my life difficult.” Rick leaned back on Morticia’s only
exit.
“A-and it kinda smells like pussy i-in here. I-I don’t, I don’t have one of
those, a-and I sure don’t bring any ladies back t-to my daughter’s house.”
“Wh-who is that built six-fingered guy you have a picture of in your empty
jewelry box?” Morticia answered, Rick pushing off the wall and approaching the
cot. He leaned over the teen, Morticia falling off of her knees and onto her
ass.
“Did you find that dildo?” Rick countered with a rough voice that sent a shiver
through the girl. She nodded, and Rick laughed.
“I put that there for you to find.” He informed, pushing Morticia all the way
back and reaching over her to pull it out of the drawer.
“Did you put it inside you?”
Rick had one leg settled on the cot between her thighs and was stretched over
her, supporting himself with a hand next to her head, the dildo clasped in it.
He smelled like booze and something very distinctly Rick, Morticia losing all
of the breath in her lungs at their proximity. After a moment of breathing
oxygen back in again, she shook her head.
“It’s too big.” She said, Rick looking her features over.
He was about to pull back, but she scooted down and rubbed her wet mound
against his slacks, Rick pressing his knee upwards because he was drunk and
Morticia was just as nasty as he was, he knew.
“How’s my dick gonna fit in you if this th-thing doesn’t even fit?” Rick asked,
leaning down to mouth at Morticia’s collarbone.
“Y-you want to put your dick i-in me?” Morticia sat up again, eyes big and
smile poorly masked.
“‘Course, ha-have you seen your tits?” Rick sat on his heels and inched her
dress up.
“A-and I bet you like this na-nasty shit, huh? Me b-being your grandpa.”
Technically. Not genetically.
“No!” Morticia said, not sounding all that convincing.
“A-are you only attracted to dogs?” Rick leaned over her again to grab a bottle
out of the drawer, taking a swig out of it and examining it closely.
“Y-you got lip gloss on my vodka.” He announced, annoyed. She took the bottle
from him, taking a swig and making sure to set her lips firmly on the rim.
“Yeah.” She agreed after sputtering down the harsh liquid. She still hadn’t
felt anything from her first drink about ten minutes before.
“What are you gonna do about it?” She took another drink for good measure,
setting it on the table behind her and scooting closer. He hadn’t actually
touched her with anything but his knee, Morticia grabbing the hand he wasn’t
supporting himself with and breathing quickly. She brought it to her chest and
he squeezed her left breast, smiling crookedly.
“You’ll be drunk a-as fuck in about five minutes, M-Morty.” Rick informed,
pushing Morticia’s dress over her hips and up past her chest, leaving
goosebumps when he breathed on her skin. She wiggled and bucked her hips
against nothing, sighing with frustration.
Rick set his face against Morticia’s chest, between her breasts, and squeezed
them, glancing up at her, his blue hair sticking back, unkempt as ever. She
snickered, squirming.
“H-having fun?” She asked, Rick nodding against her skin and moving to one of
her nipples, the teen gasping and covering her mouth.
“I-it’s soundproof in here.” Rick informed, moving to her other nipple and
nibbling on it. She gasped loudly, relieved.
“Is the door locked?” Morticia asked in one frantic breath, trying to sit up so
she could look at the door but being shoved down, teeth on her collar bone.
“Y- of course th-the door is locked, M-Morty.” Rick grumbled, pinning
Morticia’s hands above her head and settling between her legs. He set the tops
of his thighs on the backs of hers and forced her legs farther apart, Morticia
squealing with delight, blushing and gnawing on her lip when she wasn’t able to
cover her mouth.
“This- you’re actually gonna, a- ah, Jeez, Rick…” She tilted her head and
offered her neck, Rick breathing on her skin, watching more goosebumps erupt.
He bit the nape of it, Morticia rolling against his hardon insistently. Rick
was wearing way too many clothes.
“A-are you sure?” She asked, Rick dragging his tongue up her neck, then
latching onto her nipple again. He released her hand, Morticia grabbing into
Rick’s messy hair the second it was free.
“Ho-hold on.” Rick dug his chin into her ribcage momentarily while he struggled
to free his arousal, Morticia not really making it easy with her pelvis
rolling. He sat on his heels finally, shoving her down by her hip and glaring
at her.
She squeaked and managed to stay still while he pushed her panties aside,
working the head of his dick into her and letting her thrash for a moment. He
paused, grunting when Morticia tugged him closer, and deeper, breathing hard
into his ear and clinging to him.
“Mh, calm down, tiny, y-you’ll get all of it.” He pushed deeeeeper and
flattened against her, biting the pillow next to her head to try and keep from
pistoning. She was very tight, and even wetter than that.
“Riiiick!” Morticia complained, trying to hump back on him. She’d had fingers
and a small dildo and cucumbers in there. She wasn’t too worried. She liked
when it was fast and rough.
Rick pulled back and pushed forward, starting at a slow pace and squeezing her
hips with his large, knobby hands. Morticia moaned up at him, reaching up to
grab the pillow her head was settled on.
“I’m- c’mon!” She gasped, Rick growling and pushing slower...
...Then fucking into her hard enough to make the cot creak.
Morticia yelped and covered her mouth, only to have her hand pulled away. Rick
pulled her back down onto him by her thighs. She arched her back and scratched
down Rick’s upper arms, clenching and quivering around him.
He stopped and pushed on her clitoris, watching her descend into ecstasy,
gasping and twitching under him. Rick rocked his hips; Morty babbled
nonsensical praise.
“D-did you cum?” He asked, softly thrusting again. Morticia’s eyes rolled back
and she nodded.
“Do you n-need me to stop?” She shook her head so hard she saw stars! Rick
snickered and started at a more rough pace. He buried his face into her chest
again, surprised how easy this was.
“What do you put in y-your pussy?” He asked into her ear, Morticia melting and
shivering.
“Fingers.” She answered quietly. Rick slammed his hips forward, making her
yelp.
“A-And I-I have a dil-”
“There’s no way that tiny p-pink vibrator would make you this loose.”
“I’m loose!?” Morticia sounded tired but mortified, Rick laughing with what
little breath he could spare.
“N-no, but I didn’t have to finger you.” Morticia relaxed at his words, bright
red. Rick was barely moving.
“What else do you put in here?” Rick stopped moving entirely, Morticia lifting
her hips off of the bed, on her tiptoes, desperate even after his rude banter.
“Morty?” He asked firmly.
“Vegetables!” She cried, Rick laughing again.
“Y-you’re so gross.” He started fucking her again, satisfied.
He grabbed her legs in their raised position, bending one of them back,
Morticia struggling against the odd position but screaming when he started
thrusting. She was already nearing another orgasm, Rick using her for his own
pleasure, Morticia more turned on by that - and the delicious burn of this new
position - than anything else.
“F… fuck, M-Morty…” Rick stammered, thrusting faster and more erratically.
“OhGod, a-are you, are you gonna cum?!” Morticia moaned, clenching around him.
“Please c-cum in me, f-fuck, please, please!” She muttered, Rick unable to stop
himself with her goddamn begging. He thrust a few more times and filled her
with a mess, pulling out and managing to sit back to admire his handiwork
before laying back over her and pressing his face into her chest in the
afterglow.
Morticia reached down, irritated, and touched her clit. She was intent on
masurbating but not needing to the second she touched it. Pleasure washed over
her, Morticia spasming again under Rick, who only groaned halfheartedly.
She fell slack and moaned loudly, breathing fast, her blood still pounding in
her ears.
“Y-you’ll do that a-again, right?” She asked.
“I bet y-you’d just climb on my dick when I w-was sleeping if I said no.” Rick
muttered sleepily.
That was probably true.
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