It was another night. The weekend, and Summer and Morty were hanging out on the couch, watching TV. Their parents were gone, Rick was gone. They had the home to themselves.
"That chick has a great set of knockers, don't you think?" Summer said. She was gesturing to a woman with a particularly large bust.
"Yeah, sure." Morty mumbled. He didn't seem all that enthusiastic.
"You...huh. You don't like them huh?" Summer said.
"It's not that I don't like them." Morty said, his eyes on the ground. He wasn't being particularly convincing.
"Your not a boob guy. I get it." Summer said.
"W-well yeah that's part of it..." Morty said.
"And you like them smaller. I see. That's why you have a fondness for Jessica and myself. Two of us, not particularly busty." Summer said. Morty nodded. He never really liked boobs to be too big. They actually kind of scared him when they were too big. Grossed him out.
"Y-yeah. Your size is..n-nice." Morty said.
"Want to touch them?" Summer said with a smile.
"I-I-Uh..." Morty replied back.
"It's fine either way. I don't want to pressure you to take any huge steps but...it's totally fine if you grab them. I think that'd be pretty hot." Summer said.
"O-Ok..."Morty said and he reached out for her right breast very gently. Grabbing it loosely.
"You like that?" Summer asked.
"Y-yeah. It feels nice..." Morty said.
"You can grab both and a bit more forcefully if you want." Summer said. Morty did so, grabbing both of them a little tighter. It was a bit awkward but his hands felt good, even on her clothed breasts. He withdrew his hands after a few, which disappointed Summer.
"W-we should probably stop. I-it's kinda d-dangerous you know." Morty said.
"It's not that dangerous." Summer said.
"B-but if R-Rick finds out." Morty said.
"Rick won't find out. And even if he does, it won't be the end of the world." Summer said.
"But Yew said-" Morty said.
"Yew doesn't know everything, alright?" Summer said. Because she knew. Morty looked at the floor, obviously still quite nervous, and Summer felt bad for her outburst.
"I'm sorry, but I really don't think it's the end of the world if we kiss. If we show our feelings for one another. Do you?" Summer said.
"I-I guess not." Morty said.
"Then let's take this opportunity, alright?" Summer said, stroking Morty's hair. He shivered in pleasure.
"Al-alright." Morty said. Summer then kissed Morty. A kiss that grew more intense by the second. She grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her left breast, then took another and placed it on her ass. He had to react by squeezing both her breast and her bottom as she deepened the kiss. Her way of overriding his naturally timid nature. Then she withdrew, and she proceeded to take off his pants.
"Aw jeez, Summer is this really a good idea?" Morty asked.
"Of course it is Morty. We have to show love to one another right? That's what being a couple is all about." Summer said. Morty was just in his panties now. Summer licked her lips at the sight.
"If you don't want to go any further, we don't have to." Summer said, mostly out of a feeling she should say it. Summer had a feeling neither of them could go back at this point.
"P-Please keep going. I-if you want." Morty said. Summer took off his panties with a quick, fluid motion. Revealing his small cock to her. She relished the sight.
"I-I'm sorry I'm so small." Morty said in a shameful whine. For some reason that just turned on Summer more.
"I've told you before it's fine. I actually kind of prefer it this way." Summer said. Morty was feminine, sensitive and even had a small dick. He would never seek to dominate her, make her feel bad, try to hurt her during lovemaking. Never be an asshole like her old boyfriend. Glorxha was great, but she was always on top. Finally, Summer would get a chance to lead. And one day she'd bend Morty over and fuck him hard with her strap on and they both would love it.
God, she was so wet.
"I'm being a bit unfair, I've got myself a treat but haven't shown you anything." Summer said. She tore off her shirt and bra, revealing her pert breasts and her athletic frame. Morty whined in arousal, he was so hard. Summer was fulfilling his fantasies. His fantasies of being dominated by a powerful woman. And she looked so hot. It was even better that he knew just how much she was enjoying herself.
Summer then took off her sweatpants. She was ready, ready to get both of them off, and cut through this sexual tension a bit.
Summer sat back down and began stroking Morty's little cock. Morty moaned, and Summer stuck her hand down her panties and began stroking her clit. God this was right. It had always been so, so right. They were meant to be together, Summer thought, resisting it had been pointless all along.
The two came near simultaneously, Morty's orgasm spurring Summer's on, and the two moaned and gasped their way through it. The two lay down next to each other, spent.
"Morty, I love you." Summer said.
"I-I love you too Summer." Morty said.
The two cleaned everything up and called it an early night. They went to their separate rooms, not wanting either their parents or Rick to suspect anything.
Rick had been out gathering more materials for his machine. That was pretty much all he had been doing lately. When he got back, he spent a few more hours fixing it and drinking pretty heavily. But that night he was horny, and no amount of alcohol would kill his erection that night. So he brought out the pictures he had of Unity's various forms. He jerked himself off until he came all over them.
"Oh god...oh fuck." Rick said, wincing after his powerful orgasm. He thanked the many cruel gods that Unity was enough that night. That he didn't have to think of his darker or sadder fixations. Even he had shame and regrets. He cleaned up after himself, basically doing the bare minimum as usual, and laid out on his back, not even bothering to pull up his pants.
He was a fucking mess. He realized that. But it wasn't like he could stop himself. Or even look back. If he did, Jesus if he did...
He'd be lost completely