After a moment the kiss ended. Summer blinked as a beat passed.
"Oh my god, Summer I am so sorry." Grace said.
"I-it's alright." Summer said.
"No, it's really not. I shouldn't have done that. I just kissed you without your consent, and your grieving. Shit, shit, shit." Grace said, working herself up into a nice panic. She'd gotten off the bed and had started just pacing around her room.
"Really it's fine Grace. Like I've said, I'm a big girl. We can just forget it happened." Summer said. She wouldn't though, as much as she wanted to. That kiss would be on replay in her mind for a while. Guilty as it made her feel.
"Yeah, yeah. That's for the best. I'm sorry I didn't mean to take advantage of you or lead you on or anything.' Grace said. For a moment Summer's mind went blank and it took her a moment to process that last bit.
"Hold on, lead me on?" Summer said.
"Y-yeah. I mean. I'm not into girls like that. And I know that you are and that you might have a little thing for me and I felt close to you and...fuck." Grace said.
"You're not into girls?" Summer said.
"No. Not really." Grace said.
"But...everything you've been saying. The way you've been acting. The fact that you just kissed me." Summer said. Her mind was in an uproar, even moreso than after the kiss.
"Shit, I know, sorry. I really shouldn't have." Grace said.
"You told me that it turned you on that I seemed to be into you. What was that if not you being into girls?" Summer said.
"I dunno. It's just kinda hot when someone has a crush on you. Espcially an...unexpected person? And I mean everyone is sorta into girls. That doesn't make me a lesbian or bi or anything." Grace said with a shrug. She had seemed to mostly have calmed down by now. Summer, on the other hand, was pretty shocked.
"I...see." Summer said.
"Oh shit. I hope...you didn't..." Grace said, she trailed off but it was obvious what she meant.
"It's fine. Really. But I should probably get going then." Summer said getting up.
"Uh...yeah. I guess that makes sense." Grace said, she sounded a bit hurt, but Summer felt worse. She needed to get back to her brother, the person that loved her the way she needed to be loved.
Summer left and Grace fell back onto her bed, putting a pillow over her face and letting out a muffled yell underneath it. Why did she have to be such a bitch? She really fucked up there.
By the time Summer got home and headed to her brother's room, he was Morticia, sulking and playing a video game.
"Morticia? What's wrong?" Summer asked.
"Mom found out. She wasn't super cool about it." Morticia said.
"That's terrible." Summer said, sitting besides Morticia on her bed.
"Anything I can do that might help?" Summer said, a bit of a flirtatious edge sneaking into her voice.
"M-Maybe." Morticia said, playing her game a bit more distractadly.
"Cmon, there has to be something I can do for my sweet little sis." Summer said, touching her shoulders, stroking her hair. It felt so good, Morticia let out a sigh.
"I-I think you could do something." Morticia said. She ached, growing hard as Summer kept touching her. Kept planting little kisses all over her.
"Let's get you out of that little nightie, ok?" Summer said. Morticia nodded and Summer took it off in a fluid motion. Next came her bra, then her panties.
"P-Please, Summer." Morticia moaned, but Summer knew what she wanted. She stick a finger into her. Then another. Then a third. Morticia moaned as Summer worked her ass and cock with her fingers.
"You want to be fucked like this huh? Like the little slut you are." Summer said in a low breathy voice.
"Y-yes. P-please." Morticia said. It didn't take much longer for Morticia to come in her hand.
"S-Sorry Summer. I-I couldn't l-last." Morticia said.
"No big deal. I didn't want you inside me anyway. Eat me out." Summer said. Morticia thought she sounded tense, but it might have just been her libido. Summer stripped and spread her legs. It was time to get to work.
She went down on her. Morticia was awkward at first, but after some instructions, she was evidently able to get it right, as Summer came with a low moan.
"Was I any good?" Morticia asked, when she lifted her head.
"You were great. You're going to have to do that for me more often." Summer said, patting her on the head. It felt good, that acknowledgment.
"I-I'd love to." Morticia said. And she did. Her sister tasted good, really good.
"And I'll do the thing with my fingers. I can tell you really liked it." Summer said with a smile that was just a bit smug.
"T-thanks." Morticia said with a blush. The two got dressed, Morticia as Morty and Summer in her discarded clothes. Then Summer snuck off to her room.
When Rick got home, Beth was sitting up with a glass of wine in the kitchen.
"Huh. You're up late." Rick said. She didn't normally do that.
"I couldn't quite go to bed." Beth said. Rick realized she had been crying, though her voice was steady now.
"Anything I can do for you." Rick said. His voice a bit stiff.
"No. I don't suppose there is." Beth said, a touch of bitterness in her voice.
"Sure? I'd do anything for you Beth. You know that right?" Rick said.
"I know." Beth said. But it didn't felt like she quite meant it.
"You look a lot like your mother. Have I ever told you that?" Rick said.
"Yes. Once or twice." Beth said.
"Anyway. I'll be out in the garage." Rick said, standing up a little straighter and heading back for the garage.
He'd always been a coward about the important things, Beth thought.
