thinking about young flesh curtains rick being morticia's stepbrother

this thread is gonna be INCOHERENT because I'M POSSESSED BY THE HORNY but basically beth and jerry marry each other when they already have children from other people (summer and rick, from beth and morty's from jerrry)

morti just wants to get along with her older siblings, and she does so fabulously with summer. she really appreciates having a sister who takes her to the malls and do mini makeovers for her. they watch cheesy romcoms in her room and morti just listens on summer's boy stories.

it's rick that she has a trouble getting along with though.

his hot and cold erratic behavior just confuses the hell out of morti. he's sweet to his own mom, but at the same time he ceaselessly roasts her own father with his acerbic remarks. he never misses a day telling jerry he's a stupid piece of shit.

sometimes he's nice to her when he remembers little things, her favorite ice cream flavor, how she prefers cherry coke over diet. but at the same time he's an asshole especially when he has his friends over the house, calling her boring and slow.

"you-you won't get it morty, a fucking virgin like you wouldn't get that joke."

"jesus morty, just when i thought you couldn't be more of a ditz, you prove me wrong."

"get out of my way, morty, some of us don't spend all their time cooped up in their room like a loser."

but what she doesn't really get is the interest he sometimes show to her.

one particular time, morty collides with him in the corridor.

morty forgot to bring her clothes in the bathroom when she showered. wrapping a towel around herself, she hopes she can sneak out.

as she steps out, she feels herself bump on a strong lanky body. shit, it's rick out of all people.

"woah, woah sis," emphasizing the family relation with a tone he shouldn't be using on her. "watch where you're going."

the hands on her waist that were there to catch and steady her, tighten and linger for a moment as morty feels his greedy gaze travel down her body.

she blushes and suddenly feels nervous. morty secures her grip on the cotton, the only thing protecting her dignity.

she scurries back to her room, feet on autopilot. morty doesn't really want to think of the encounter, but oftentimes the memory of those pale blue eyes appear on her imagination when she fingers herself.

morty avoids him like the plague after that.

she doesn't even sit with him on the living room sofa to watch tv, or let him drive her to school.

there's nothing in this world that she wants more than to extinguish the shameless thoughts she's having for her older stepbrother.

(an: HA! BITCH YOU THOUGHT!)

days come and go with the both of them just ignoring each other in school and at home. morty's kinda relieved that rick's pissed at her for the distancing. she thinks she'll just apologize when she has her feelings in control.

"h-hey morty, you ever think about going to the battle of the bands next saturday?" she hears matthew ask her one day, as she's closing her locker.

matthew was a sweet kid she sat beside with in biology. sometimes she lets him eat lunch with her or they walk home together.

he wouldn't really be so bad honestly, but his constant pretentious ramblings about society really turned her off. add to that how he rants about how stupid popular kids are but at the same time he wouldn't miss the chance to kiss their ass just to hang out with them.

"she isn't going, and you shouldn't too. that place isn't for loser nerds like you," she hears a familiar voice say behind her.

morty spins to see rick, his lanky figure leaning on the lockers.

"don't you watch your sister supporting your band, rick?"

"jesus matthew, you don't understand a fuck off when it's obviously handed to you, don't you? and no the flesh curtains isn't fit for morty's virgin ears over here," rick finishes, tone filled with venom.

morty sighs when he finally leaves them two in peace.

"what's his problem?"

"he's like that all the time, i just deal with it at home."

"but uh, why don't you have the flyer?" the boy hands it to her and morty just takes it so he can shut up. he doesn't.

"just in case you change your mind, the address is over there-

"I just think it's going to be fun, morty. i mean, half of the school's already whispering how your brother's band is going to win. and i heard rick's going to throw a sick after party at a nearby club if they get the cash prize. just think about it okay?"

saturday comes and morty rolls around her bed in her room. she groans. she wishes she planned something in advance, maybe a movie marathon with her dad or something, anything really, just so she can keep the thoughts of showing up there away.

she wonders if summer came too. when she checks her instagram stories, she sees her posting a wild drunk selfie with her friends.

morty belatedly realizes her mistake when she taps away and see him.

there's rick in all his glory.

he looks like a 90's rockstar straight up from her wet dreams. his arms are around his two bandmates, nicknamed birdperson and squancy. they both got their names from rick himself, the former because his nose looks like a beak-

and the latter's name that stuck to him after rick repeatedly called him that when they got high.

those eyes pale blue eyes just seemed stared up straight to her soul, taunting her.

fuck it

morty rushes to summer's room. she opens her sister's drawers looking for an outfit that is the opposite of her style. morty remembers rick making fun out of her long skirts, saying she always made an effort to dress like a repressed catholic.

morty puts on the shortest and tightest skirt that she can find, and a black choker to accentuate the equally dark v neck top. she texts matthew if he's already there, as she opens the garage to drive her old father's car.

"i'm so glad you came!" morty thankfully hears it over the loud music. she pulls away from her friend's tight hug.

"a-are they finished already?"

"no-no, you came just right on time! they're the next in line after that band currently on the stage."

in the meantime morty takes the drink that matthew offers her. at this point, she doesn't care. her throat's parched from the rush to get here, and she knows she's not going to get through this night sober.

right when she's feeling buzzed, the announcer hypes up the crowd.

the man with the mic enthusiastically declares that it's the band they've all been waiting for the whole night. morty inwardly agrees, groaning for her bad decisions. she hopes it's worth it.

the crowd goes wild then guys step out from the smoke.

she doesn't really process what rick is saying because she's too busy drinking the sight of him in. morty is pulled out from her reverie when he yells :

"NOW HERE'S A SONG FOR YOU NASTY LITTLE FUCKERS-"

morty gets dizzy from the energy all around her. her ears are overwhelmed by the sounds of the air guitar. she can feel the floor vibrate by the jumping of the crowd, but mostly she's caught in a trance by the deep rough voice of the vocals.

(sorry this sucks, will edit this)

she's panting by the time they finish, breathless from the whole experience. distantly she listens to matthew's gushing, the both of them retreating in a corner, just waiting for the results.

of course, the flesh curtains win. obviously.

morty's feeling too lightheaded to care when her friend drags her to the promised afterparty. the cup she's holding never seems to empty as matthew refills it over and over again.

her thoughts are as slow as honey by the time she gets a glimpse of rick again.

morty's feet get a mind of their own as she finds herself on her way to him. he's talking to other girls, probably groupies who think they can get a fuck out of him if they kiss his ass with enough compliments. it's stupid, how jealous morty feels.

"morty! what the fuck? i told you not to come, jesus christ you smell like a whole stash of vodka."

morty doesn't remember why she's suddenly in his arms. she must have tripped or something.

"that your girlfriend, rick?"

"no, she's just a fucking pain the ass. excuse us."

rick takes her hand and angrily drags her to the more quiet part of the club. well, as quiet as a club could be. there's less people here but the ones that are staying in this spot are currently engrossed-

in sticking a down their partners throats.

"how much did you drink tonight, morty? fuck, you're burning up." her attention snaps back to her brother, stopping her from staring at the couple making out.

she feels rick's hand on her forehead and she purrs ignoring his question.

"y-you did great tonight, rick." great was really an understatement, but morty's mind wasn't really working enough to use the right words right now.

"yeah no shit, we fucking killed the stage tonight," he answers back, smug.

"your dad's gonna lose his mind when he finds out-

you're in a fucking club looking like some goddamn slut and all shit faced, morty. he's gonna set fire on my ass for a month."

"since when did you care about what my dad thinks?"

rick sighs in annoyance. "go home morty."

"i-i-i will, i just, i just want to dance before i do."

she licks her lips, while she looks at the dancefloor longingly. it's her first night out, she never knew it could be so it could be this good.

morty thought she would be overwhelmed by all the moving bodies on the floor, but now she just wants to go there and join them.

"then fucking go there and dance, you little shit. take your stupid boyfriend with you."

"he'd not my boyfriend- an-and," she swallows. "i don't really know how to dance. why don't you dance with me, rick? ju-just teach me the basics-"

"the basics of fucking grinding, morty?"

"please rick, just one dance, and i promise i'll go home."

they stare at each other. morty just enjoys drunkenly closely observing those eyes narrowing at her. rick mutters a curse to the ceiling, his fingers pinching the tip of his nose like he's going through a rough migraine.

rick drags her to the dancefloor, barking an annoyed loud FUCKING MOVE to the people who bump into them.

once they're in the middle, he places her hands on both of his shoulders and moves his own to hold her hips, just like how he did when they bumped into eachother out of the-

bathroom. shit. it's morty's wet dreams coming true right in front of her.

"see that girl on the right? watch her. that's how you fucking dance, morty. don't copy those whores slithering like a snake going through a seizure."

"start by relaxing your hips, sway them side to side," he orders while he tightens his grip and guides her hips. morty finds a comfortable rhythm with the music does as she's told.

she feels like she's burning when she looks up to see that rick's been watching her.

"j-j-just like this?"

"yeah, baby just like that."

they get lost in their own little world. rick pulling her closer and closer to his own body, making her practically grind on his crotch. she moans a little as she grabs the back of her neck, their foreheads pressing together.

"what's so fucking funny, morty?" he asks when she hears her bubbly giggles.

"i-i'm about to do something, really really stupid."

"wha-"

before he realizes what's she's about to do, morty closes the short distance of their lips.

she kisses him, oddly chaste, considering the time and the place - the moment. morty's eyes crinkle with delight to see that she shocked her normally unperturbed stepbrother.

"you fucking crazy piece of shit, i swear to god-"

he catches her mouth once again.

this time it's rough and demanding, and just so perfect. their tongues slide over each other in a dizzying rhythm. morty never thought her first kiss would be like this- would feel like this.

when she bites rick's bottom lip experimentally, she relishes the groan he spills on her mouth.

fuck, what are they doing? what is she doing? but she really can't bring herself to care, drowning those thoughts out as she finally enjoys everything she ever wanted in her life.

SO WHOO - WHAT A RIDE!!! i'll stop here. if you got this far, i just want to know that i love you and i'm soooo going to turn this into a fic. this isn't the end of the story or the night huhu because there is so much moreeeeee

comment below if you have any more ideas you want to see with these two