Rami

Beth masturbating to the sounds of Morty getting fucked by Rick. It's a "everybody knows about their relationship and they're just... Okay with it" situation so it's awkward for her to hear it because honestly she tries to ignore it for the most part. It makes her stomach turn to think about but the idea of losing her father is worse so of course- but then she hears her father moaning.

It's not something she hasn't heard but for some reason it's... Different. "You feel so good, baby," he whispers gruffly and her face turns red as her body warms. "So fucking good for me." She doesn't know why she stays, why her body ignores her will to go to keep moving to keep ignoring- she can hear Morty's whines as her father continues to speak.

"Yeah? That feel good baby? Right there? Fuuuck yeah keep squeezing." And she can't help but press her thighs together, feeling herself start to get wet and god what the fuck is wrong with her-

Her brain feeds her images of her father, with that smirk, over her and she tries to push them away but they stay just as she does. She hears the bed rattle (god when was the last time she and Jerry did that... If ever) and she looks around the darkened hallway seeing no other signs of life and shoves her hand down her pajama pants. She's already dripping and it's so embarrassing but it doesn't stop her from dipping in a finger and circling her clit.

The sound of skin on skin is deafening in the dark hallway in the dead of night and it rings in her ears. She can't imagine her father being bad at sex not with the stories she's heard and not with the way Morty is moaning like a cat in heat. It gets muffled though (the image of her father pressing a hand against his mouth flutters through her mind and so she does the same trying not to make a sound) and suddenly the rhythm is faster.

"God I'm so close, sweetheart," she shivers, "where do you want it huh? Inside? Fuck yeah baby I'll fill you up-" and suddenly it all stops and her father is groaning and she can't help but cum on the spot biting the inside of her palm to stop her from moaning out loud. She pauses for a in the afterglow but it's short lived with the sounds of movement in the room. She yanks her hand from her pants as if it burns and makes her way to the kitchen. She washes her hands in the sink before grabbing a glass and filling it.

As she drinks she can't help but feel disgusting. Shame pools in her stomach and she's nauseous again. Then she hears the soft padding of feet. Her father opens the fridge and pulls out a beer. She can't meet his eyes. She sets the glass in the sink. A tomorrow problem.

"Can't sleep?" he asks. Her hands ache to grab him. Instead she shrugs.

"Never can really." His face softens. An inherited trait. Her head aches. Too much wine it seemed. Which was saying something. He walks up to her and ruffles her hair. She leans into it. She can't help herself can she? A kiss to the forehead. She wishes it was somewhere else. It lingers for a split second.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. Goodnight anyway." He pads away beer in hand. She won't be sleeping tonight...

Like imagine being Uli, a perfect quiet teaching life with your husband and suddenly this boy appears saying he's from a different dimension and that he's your husband's grandson and he does have some striking resemblance and then they get close. Like so very fast and your not trying to get suspicious but it's... Strange right? The kind of pull this child has on your husband. You've heard about your husband's daughter, not much since it had been 17 years but enough but this seems... Different. The way he speaks to him the way he softly guides him to keep pushing forward in his experiments. You can see your husband slipping into his old ways and you try to stop it but he says the boy has to get home and he can't stop now and the boy is watching sheepishly from behind his back but there's just something- then he says that.

Anyway Morty trying to seduce him and he's hesitant telling him he can't because even if he doesn't have his own children, Morty is an alternate dimension version of his grandson. Still Morty pushes because he's so sweet, so gentle, so NOT his Rick and so he basically forces himself on him.

Sitting on his lap grinding down as he kisses him and god even his kisses are sweet, soft and hesitant and unsure and suddenly Morty is struck by the fact that this Rick might be a virgin and that makes him want it even more.