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~backstory~
Since your parents died in a car crash when you were 10, the Smiths had been nothing but loving. Or at least, as much as they could be.
Your younger brother, Morty, was always either on adventures with rick, or loudly jacking off in his room to whatever latest f*cked up p*rn he'd found. Summer was your older sister, she was so kind to you all the time, giving you her old clothes and toys, making sure to include you in everything she could, but she had her own friends to go to party's with, and party's weren't really your thing. Mum and dad had their own problems to figure out.
The only person you hardly ever saw was Rick. Beths dad, apparently he left the family years ago and only came back a couple weeks before you were adopted into the family. Always tinkering with some kind of new technology, he practically lived in the garage which constantly reeked of alcohol, keeping you pretty far away from it most of the time. But, the memories of him taking care of you, playing games and sitting watching interdimensional cable TV when you were younger, you knew he cared about you, despite his harsh language.
~present day~
8:00am, you woke up the the harsh beeping of your phone's alarm, your head throbbing in a headache as usual. Pushing the 'stop' button quickly on your phone, dragging yourself to sit up on your bed, and take out the Panadol from your bedside table, quickly washing it down with the water you got last night. Standing up from your bed, you push your oversized shirt back over you, covering your underwear. With a few adjustments to your hair, you walk out of your room and begin to walk downstairs.
With one last step, you turn to the kitchen, remembering the fuss that was made of you yesterday. It was your birthday, and everyone had woken up before to give you some presents, everyone except Rick, of course. You didn't see him all day. Some part of you was hurt about it, wanting to think that maybe he would show up halfway through with some big gift from outer space, but there was another, more rational part, that knew he either forgot or just didn't care. Either way, you're 16 now, you could take care of yourself pretty well.
Scarfing down some cereal while scrolling through TikTok on your phone, breakfast was over quickly, and you went back upstairs to have a shower. You had gotten a mini rocket for your birthday from mum, you, Summer and Morty had played in the garden, chasing it around and playing games. Needless to say, there were quite a few cuts on your arms and knees from falling over which had put you off showering last night. Gently closing the door behind you, you began changing the lining of your bed first since you slept in it covered in dirt.
*knock knock*
"who is it?" you say at your door. "Its me" you recognise Summers voice, let her in. Summer quickly walks into your room, and sits on your bare matttress, speaking so fast its almost incomprehensible "Omg, y/n, you are not going to BELEIVE this, Alicia Woods literally just got with JUDD." Judd was her ex-boyfriend. "uhh, who's Alicia Woods?" you say, slowly
Summer turns her head to you "wait, you don't know her?" you stare at her blankly. "no..?" Summer lowers her tone, speaking slowly "she's in your year." you contort your face in disgust, "oh ewww..."
Summer was 18, in her last year of college (Year 13), you were still in Year 11. You laugh slightly "Atleast he's downgrading right? literally... going down grades... like America.." you trail off, your social skills are terrible. "Anyway! uh, i'm going to shower real quick, tell me all about it later, okay?" Summer nods slightly at you, and makes her way out of your room.
You change your bedsheets, thinking about if its really that bad to have an age gap between two people.. i mean, wouldn't it be kind of fun? You catch yourself in the tough, telling yourself its wrong and, in Judds case, very illegal. You take your oversized shirt off, left in your panties and slightly broken but most comfortable sports bra.
*knock knock*
"summer?" I say, opening the door "wait, i forgot to tell you, Miss Edwards literally asked Daniel for his number, we have to talk about that too!" I quickly respond to summer "I knew it! i told you she was weird!" Summer looks down at me "jesus, you need a new bra." before closing the door.
letting out a slight sigh of relief, you turn around to walk into your bathroom.
*knock knock*
Annoyed now, you quickly walk towards the door, and swing it open "summer i serious-" you cut off. Its Rick. "UHH..." you say loudly, your whole face going red. "oh please c- c- calm down." he says sharply, walking into your room, opening your bedside table to pull out the can of bleach you had under there for cleaning. "Why weren't you here yesterday?" you say, noticing that you sound kind of really whiny, hating yourself immediately. "none of your fu- *urp*king business, well done for surviving 16 years youre so special for doing what everyone else does e- e- every single day!" He says at the doorframe, looking back at you for a second, his eyes gliding over your body quickly, but enough for you to notice.
*Bang*
The door shuts, and you're back alone in your room, feeling pretty exposed, finally able to shower. Taking off your clothes for the shower, you notice a wet patch in your panties, did Rick seeing you seriously turn you on?? You panic, quickly throwing your clothes in the laundry, thinking how much of a weird pervert you are. Sure.. Rick was smart and handsome in a way none of the boys in your school could ever be.. but this is wrong, and god, Rick would hate you if he found out, and the smiths might even disown you!
After your shower, you lie on your newly made bed, hiding yourself under your blankets from the world. Eventually, you make your way downstairs to meet Summer to talk about the lastest gossip or whatever, which made it very easy to forget about the awkward altercation. And hey, maybe you could fix up your rocket afterwards to make it even more powerful!
-RICKS POV-
Rick sat in his chair, tired with trying to fix up a new fuel for this spaceship, it always seems to combust under high temperature but he's not sure why, it's really playing on his nerves, and he needs a break. Staring at the clock that now read 1:00AM, he thought about that morning, when he had walked in y/n's room, seeing her in those cute little panties, teasing him. He knew no-one could ever know about how much she turned him on, he'd have to skip dimensions. I mean, y/n was his granddaughter.. yet, she was the only things that got his dick this hard, maybe it was her eyes, the same as Diane, or maybe he was just a pervert, either way, he needed to get off somehow.
Leaning back in his chair, Rick groaned slightly, knowing that what he was feeling, what he was about to was and had been objectively wrong for a long time. Staring at the family portrait above his desk, y/n in summers skimpy white tube top, the way her boobs were pushed together by it, the way her hips were hugged by the denim shorts was always too much for him to risk looking at around the rest of the family.
Reaching his hand down, he grabbed the fabric of his jeans, running his hand over his hard co*ck practically bursting out. "f*ck.." he let out a sight and cursed under his breath, the tension he'd been feeling from this morning finally being dealt with. He felt disgusting, but the thought of his granddaughters pretty pink puss* gripping around his co*ck overwhelmed any thoughts of being perverted.
He continued to stroke faster and faster, cursing quietly and breathing heavily before finally unbuckling his belt and pulling his dick out from his boxers, swiping the leaking precum over his tip, eliciting a louder than he expected groan, making his head tilt upwards slightly. Grabbing lube out from one of his drawers, he squirts it ontop the tip, watching as it slowly dripped down his co*ck. finally holding his co*ck in hand, he thought about all the times you had sat on his lap, whether it was for him to braid your hair or somewhere to sit while watching TV, nothing made him want to grab your hips and push them down onto his dick more. Stroking faster and faster, his hips started to buck into his hand, he was losing control, his panting turning into whining slowly "fu- ucking slu*t.." He says quietly to himself, unable to stop thinking of doing his hot granddaughter until she was squealing.
He felt his org*sm building, his hand focusing on his tip as he reaches a climax with one final stroke downwards, accidentally saying your name along with curses a little louder than he wanted to. His cum shot out all over his hand and onto his clothes, which he wiped off with a tissue that went in the bin.
Suddenly, from the kitchen,
*thud*
