The garage still reeked of sweat, cum, and ozone from the broken portal. The four of them—Prime Morty, Regular Morty, Prime Jerry, Regular Jerry—lay sprawled across the concrete in a sticky, panting tangle. Nobody had moved in twenty minutes. Breathing was about all they could manage.
The door from the house creaked open.
Summer stepped in wearing nothing but an oversized band tee that barely covered her ass and thigh-high socks she'd stolen from Jessica's drawer. Her phone was in one hand, earbuds dangling from the other. She'd clearly come looking for her charger.
She froze mid-step.
Four sets of eyes snapped to her. Two versions of her little brother. Two versions of her dad. All naked. All glistening. All still half-hard or leaking.
Summer's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
"…What the actual fuck."
Prime Morty sat up first—slow, deliberate, every muscle flexing like he was posing for a statue. His cock, still thick and heavy even after everything, twitched against his thigh.
"Hey, Sum."
Regular Morty squeaked and tried to cover himself with his hands. Failed miserably.
Prime Jerry just grinned—wide, predatory, no shame.
"Perfect timing."
Regular Jerry whimpered something incoherent and tried to crawl behind the workbench. Prime Jerry grabbed his ankle and yanked him back.
Summer's eyes flicked from face to face, then down. And down. And down.
She licked her lips once—barely noticeable—then crossed her arms under her tits, pushing them up against the thin fabric.
"You guys are disgusting."
Prime Morty stood. Towered. Golden skin still flushed from earlier rounds. He walked toward her slow, like a predator who knew the prey was already wet.
"You came down here looking for something," he said, voice low and smooth. No stutter. "Charger's on the bench. But you're not leaving yet."
Summer's breath hitched. She didn't back up.
"I'm not… I'm not into this weird family shit."
Prime Jerry laughed—deep, rough. "Bullshit. You've been staring at your brother's new body for weeks. And you've been texting Space Beth pics of Prime Jerry's gym selfies. Don't lie to us, princess."
Summer's cheeks went pink. She opened her mouth to argue—then shut it when Prime Morty reached her.
He didn't grab. Just hooked one finger under the hem of her tee and lifted it slowly. The shirt slid up over her hips, revealing smooth skin, black lace panties already darkened at the crotch, and the faint outline of her clit pressing against the fabric.
"You're soaked," he said simply.
Summer shivered. "Shut up."
Prime Morty leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Take it off. Or I'll rip it."
Her hands moved before her brain caught up. The tee hit the floor. No bra. Small, perky tits with pale pink nipples already stiff. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and shoved them down, kicking them aside.
Prime Morty grabbed her waist, lifted her like she weighed nothing, and carried her to the center of the garage. He set her down on her knees between the two Jerrys.
Regular Jerry stared up at her, eyes wide, cock twitching back to life. Prime Jerry stroked himself lazily, thick shaft glistening.
Summer looked down at them both—her dad and his upgraded double—then back at the two Mortys.
"This is so fucked up," she whispered.
Prime Morty knelt behind her, chest pressed to her back, cock sliding hot and heavy between her ass cheeks.
"Yeah," he murmured. "And you love it."
He reached around, cupped one tit, pinched the nipple hard enough to make her gasp. His other hand slid down, fingers finding her clit immediately—swollen, slick, begging.
Summer moaned—high, needy—and rocked against his hand.
Prime Jerry moved first. He grabbed Summer's hair, gentle but firm, and guided her mouth to his cock.
"Open."
She did. The head stretched her lips wide. She gagged almost instantly—Prime Jerry was massive—but she pushed forward anyway, taking more. Saliva dripped down her chin. Her throat bulged.
Regular Jerry watched, stroking himself, then leaned in and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Summer whimpered around the cock in her throat.
Prime Morty lined up behind her. Rubbed the fat head of his dick along her dripping slit once—twice—then pushed in slow.
Summer's eyes rolled back. Her moan vibrated around Prime Jerry's shaft.
Prime Morty bottomed out in one long thrust. Her pussy clenched like a fist—hot, wet, impossibly tight. He started fucking her with deep, rolling strokes that made her whole body rock forward onto her dad's cock.
Regular Morty crawled closer. He hesitated—then leaned in and licked where Prime Morty was stretching her open. Tongue flicking her clit, tasting her and his double at the same time. Summer bucked hard, almost dislodging Prime Jerry.
They found a rhythm.
Prime Morty pounding her pussy from behind—long, brutal strokes that slapped wetly against her ass.
Prime Jerry face-fucking her—slow, deep, making her choke and drool.
Regular Jerry sucking her tits, switching between nipples, occasionally licking down her stomach to where Regular Morty was tonguing her clit.
Regular Morty jerked himself while he ate her out—small, desperate strokes.
Summer came first—hard, sudden, screaming around Prime Jerry's cock. Her pussy spasmed, squirting around Prime Morty's shaft in hot gushes. Her whole body shook.
They didn't stop.
Prime Morty pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the cold concrete. Spread her legs wide. Slammed back in—deeper angle now, hitting her cervix with every thrust.
Prime Jerry straddled her chest, fed her his cock again. She sucked greedily, hands wrapping around the base, stroking what wouldn't fit.
Regular Jerry moved between her legs beside Prime Morty—sucking her clit while his double fucked her.
Regular Morty knelt by her head, jerked himself over her face. She turned, took him in her mouth beside Prime Jerry's cock—two dicks stretching her lips, tongues swirling together.
The garage echoed with wet sounds, moans, skin slapping skin.
Prime Morty came first—buried deep, flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes. Her belly swelled slightly from the volume. Excess poured out around his shaft.
Prime Jerry followed—pulling out and painting her face and tits with heavy spurts.
Regular Morty lasted maybe ten seconds after that—spurting across her cheek and lips while she licked at him.
Regular Jerry came last—weak, trembling ropes across her stomach while he whimpered her name.
Summer lay there—covered, leaking, panting—smiling like she'd won something.
She reached up, wiped a streak of cum from her cheek, sucked it off her finger.
"…We're doing this again tomorrow."
Prime Morty laughed—low, satisfied.
"Every fucking day."
Prime Jerry helped her sit up, kissed her slow and filthy.
Regular Jerry just stared at all of them, dazed and happy.
Regular Morty curled against her side, head on her shoulder.
The portal in the corner flickered weakly—still broken.
No one cared.
Summer stretched, cum dripping down her thighs, and smirked at the ceiling.
"Best family game night ever."
Somewhere far away, Rick watched the feed, shook his head, and muttered:
"I need a vacation. And a lobotomy."
He didn't turn it off.