Summer dreams of Morty

With a quiet gasp, Morty Smith awoke under his sister's bed and came close to hitting his head against the wooden planks above him. This had been the third time that this had happened and Morty felt like he wouldn't ever get used to waking up under Summer's bed. Of course, Morty wasn't sleeping under Summer's bed just because he felt like it. In reality, what he was doing was probably far worse. His semen caked underwear was proof of that.


Morty had been successful in stealing two copies of a gadget that his grandpa had used recently. When attached, the user would be able to enter the dreams of whoever they had attached the device to. They had been easy enough to steal, Rick was a drunkard and an old drunkard at that. Even the smartest man in the universe had only so much tolerance for alcohol. It was really just a matter of waiting.


Once Morty had stolen a couple of the tiny gadgets, he realised that, like an idiot, he didn't know what to do with them. So, he had decided to test them out on his older sister. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Plus, it wasn't like they exactly friends. This was all the justification that Morty needed to experiment on his Summer. He was a creep, he knew that. But, if he could freely enter someone else's dreams, and change them on a subconscious level, why would he hold back? Morals didn't hold Rick back. So, Morty figured that morals shouldn't hold Morty back either.


So, on that first night, Morty crept into Summer's room and placed one of the tiny devices into one of her ears. Once it was activated, he knew that she was in a deep sleep and wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. Unfortunately, he also knew that he would be in the same position. When he activated the device in his ear. Fortunately, Summer was organised enough to leave enough room for Morty to crawl under the bed and hide there. Without worry of being discovered. Eventually, after he had done just that, he put the remaining device into his right ear and immediately fell asleep.


An hour later, he woke up and nearly smashed his face against Summer's bed. As he awoke with a jolt. He gasped for air and then forced himself to stay very still. Until he was able to relax. However, a part of him wasn't able to relax. A part of him was begging for action. What had happened in the dream had made Morty's dick feel harder than granite. Once he had collected himself, Morty realised that, if he was caught, under his sister's bed, with an erection, then he would be grounded for years. So, he made haste and crawled out from under Summer's bed. Remembering to take the tiny device on the way out, he quickly fled from Summer's room.


After that, he had spent the next ten minutes furiously masturbating to what had happened in that dream. Morty had delved deep into Summer's subconscious to a memory of a younger Summer, at a friend's house, playing truth or dare. For whatever reason, Summer had accepted Morty's presence there. He figured it was because, in the memory, she was the same age as Morty and didn't fully recognise him. But he couldn't truly know. All he knew was what happened next. He had sat down with the other girls, played for a while and then dared Summer to kiss him. Two minutes of peer pressure later, Summer had kissed him on the lips and he had taken the opportunity to "accidentally" feel one of her breasts. Morty wasn't ashamed to admit that he was "that guy." But, when he leaned back, he was confronted with the face of a blushing Summer. So, it wasn't as if she didn't like it. And, it was that last part that made Morty cum. Summer had been blushing. She had liked it, when he had kissed her and touched a boob. Normally, Morty being a boy of the internet age, he wouldn't be able to cum from something so tame. However, something had clicked in Morty's mind and all he knew was that he had to do it again.


The second night had played out almost exactly the same. But the dream was different. This time, it was a dream of pure fantasy. Instead of reliving a memory, Summer was sat at a restaurant table. By herself, waiting opposite an empty chair. When Morty approached, he saw that Summer looked older. If he had to guess, he'd say that she looked about twenty. Feeling a bit daring, on account of how well being daring had worked out last time, Morty sat down in the empty seat and Summer immediately scrunched her face. "Morty? What are you doing here?" She demanded to know.
"W-well, does it matter?" He responded hastily. "I'm h-here now aren't I? So, let me keep you company." Summer responded curtly.
"Fine. It doesn't look like he'll be here today."
"Who?" Morty's question made Summer pensive.
"Actually, I wish I knew. It feels like I might have only just met them yesterday. Yet, it's been years. I mean, it must have been. Since I can't remember his face." Morty wasn't actually listening to Summer, even though she was opening up to him about something that felt precious to her. Instead, he had realised that this older Summer was a breast size larger than the real Summer. Something that was made all the more apparent by the low-cut dress she wore and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. It was very apparent that, at least in the dream, Summer was hoping to have sex. With all of this in front of him, Morty couldn't help but stare and Summer couldn't help but notice him staring. "Normally I'd be yelling at you, right now. But I'm honestly glad that at least somebody's appreciating what's on display." Morty jumped in his sight, alarmed that he had been caught in the act. "A-ah, well, y-you know, I can't take my eyes off of you. I-I-" Morty's stammering was cut short by Summer grabbing a hold of her dress and revealing a nipple. "Yeah, Morty, I noticed. But I know that this is what you really wanted to see." Morty bit his lips and audibly sighed, when Summer put her dress back in place. Then, Summer gave Morty an ultimatum. "Treat me like fine china and I might let you see more." From then on, Morty was on his best behaviour.


After the dream had ended, Morty had rushed back to his room, having to return half an horu later to retrieve the device in Summer's ear, and masturbated to what had happened in the dream. This time, the moment that they had left the resturant, Summer had taken Morty around the side and had blown him. She had ruined her dress, when she had gotten down on her knees, fished out his erect penis, and spent the next five minutes sucking him dry. Rolling her tongue around his penis, as she bobbed her bobbed her head up and down. All throughout, she had kept eye contact with Morty and drowned out his stuttering with emphasised moans of delight. When Morty's dick started to spasm, Summer took his full length, not breaking eye contact for a second, and kept sucking until he came inside her mouth. She didn't even come up for air, as she drank his semen.


The afternoon after the second night, Morty had come home, from school,  to a strange scenario. When he had gone to the dining room for dinner, things seemed normal at first. His mom had made dinner. His dad bickered with Grandpa Rick and Summer was glued to her phone. However, after he had left, Summer caught up with him and the staircase and had asked him to meet her in her room. He knew that she wouldn't normally want him in her room. So, he was curious about what she wanted from him.


When Morty entered Summer's room, he found her standing in the middle of it. Holding a perfume bottle in each hand. "Alright, Morty. Help me test out some perfumes." She demanded, not taking no for an answer. "A-and, what do I get in return?" He inquired. To which Summer replied "Nothing."
"Then, no deal." Morty made as if to leave the room and Summer groaned and grumbled a response. "Fine. I was going to spray the perfume on my wrist and ask you to smell that. But, if I spray on my neck instead, would that make you happy?" Morty quietly noded and, with a half-smile from Summer, the pair got to testing out perfumes. However, the third perfume, clung to Morty's mind. It was an apricot perfume and Morty didn't have a particular love of apricots. But it awoke a hazy memory in Morty's mind. He had forgotten, after he had woken up, that Summer had, in her dream, been wearing perfume. She had been wearing a perfume with a sweet fragrance that smelt exactly like the apricot perfume that Summer had just tested. "This one. T-this one is perfect." Morty proclaimed.
"Are you sure?" Summer asked. Turning to a collection of tiny bottles on her bed, she added. "I've got some more, that I don't want to go to waste."
"No! No. This is fine. You should r-really wear it all the time." Surprisingly, after Morty's outburst, Summer bit her lip and looked away. "I can't wear it all the time, Morty. I can't afford that luxury. But, if you like it so much, I'll use this perfume from now on. Whenever I get the chance." Morty was starting to see Summer in a new light. Until, his bitchy sister returned and hurried him out of the room.


That third night, Morty had finally had sex with dream Summer. He had arrived to find Summer waiting for him. Completely naked. She was the same age that she was in the real world. But she fucked Morty senseless, as if she was a beast under the sheets. Nibling on his ear, as she slowly rocked him. Lustfully breathing on his neck, as she built up rhythm. Flicking his nipple with her thumb, after she had begun to bounce on his cock in earnest. She talked dirty to him, as she rode him. Telling him how full she felt, telling him that she had always wanted him to make her feel this good, telling him that they were going to stain the sheets and then keep fucking. Morty couldn't last long with how good Summer was making him feel and she knew that. So, she grabbed his face and kissed his lips. Holding him in place, as she hit his pelvis with as much force as she could. Until he came inside of her.


Unsurprisingly, that night, and every night after, Morty didn't need to masturbate after a dream. Because, Summer was taking care of him inside her dreams. He felt a bit bad about leaving stains in his underwear. Knowing that his mom would have to clean them. But he was having too much fun to care. Having sex with Summer, in her dreams, felt like had won a free virtual reality machine and he didn't want to give that up.


However, Summer was, unbeknown to Morty, starting to change. She had started sitting next to Morty, when they were sat at the dining room table. She had coming into his room. She would check him out, when she knew that he wasn't looking. She was looking at Morty like a potential partner and neither of them knew it. Had it continued like this, Morty would have never known. However, the more that Morty used the devices to have sex with dream Summer, the more Summer did to get closer to Morty.


One day, Summer let it slip exactly how she felt. Late in the evening, as Morty was desperately killing time, on the computer, until Summer was asleep. Summer came into his room, unannounced. Morty jumped, when he saw her. Nearly falling over, when he knocked his chair back. "Summer! I r-respect your space. Maybe you could respect mine?" Summer ignored him and held out a condom, between her fingers. Morty stared at it, trying to puzzle out what was unfolding before his eyes. But Summer was moving faster than he could keep up. "Morty, let me make this clear to you. I don't know why. I don't even want to know why. But I need to fuck you. So, sneak into my room, a few hours from now, and give me your dick." With that said, Summer left the room and Morty's penis fought to escape his pants. Summer would never ask this of Morty. But he wasn't so slow that he couldn't put two and two together. He realised that the dream machines had done a lot more than what they had done to his teacher. He could of course, fix this. He could tell grandpa Rick for a speedy recovery, accepting his just desserts or he could try to fix it himself with the same method that had caused this change in Summer in the first place. However, Morty was an opportunist at heart.


In the very early hours of the morning. Morty came into Summer's room to find her waiting for him. Like she had been in her dreams. However, a lot was different. She was visibly nervous, even in the dark and she sat awkwardly. Not exactly briming with confidence like she was in her dreams. But Morty had been offered real sex, even if it was with his own sister, and he wasn't going to turn it down. He was a desperate pervert and he wanted to lose his virginity. "Okay Morty, climb on top." She commanded. Adding with a whispered hiss. "Quietly!" Morty pulled off his underwear and climbed on top of the bed. Once there, Summer pulled back and spread her legs. "S-summer, a-are you sure?" Morty stammered.
"Oh, gee, Morty. I don't know. Am I ready to fuck my thin, pale, freaky younger brother?" She snapped at him like an angry bitch. Yet, before Morty could respond, she growled through her teeth. "Just shut up and stick your dick in me."


Morty took heavy and shaky breaths, as he crept on top of Summer and positioned his dick near the entrance of her vagina. "Wait, wait, wait. That doesn't feel like you've got a condom on." Summer told him. Morty grimaced. He knew he had forgotten something.
"I-I'll go back and get it." He whimpered.
"Morty, I am going to kill you." Summer told him, her voice brimming with cold fury. "But, you're going to fuck me first. So, stick your dick in already." Morty panicked and stuck his dick in halfway. Causing the two to yelp in shock. "Morty!" Summer growled. Morty apologised, realising that he wasn't feeling nearly as confident as he had done in the dream. Nevertheless, they continued. Morty pulling back to the tip and slowly pushing back in. Until, he was halfway in. A process that he slowly, and carefully, repeated for a couple of minutes. He might have continued like this for the whole duration, if Summer hadn't told him to speed up. When Morty did what she asked, the bed started creaking slightly and Summer had to started to moan softly. Morty was still scared to go all the way. So, Summer took control. Grabbing his ass cheeks, ignoring Morty's yelp of surprise, she pushed him in as far as she continued and controlled the rhythm. Morty got the point and did his best to follow her lead.


Having actual real sex, Morty noticed things that he didn't notice in Summer's dreams. The smell of sex, Summer's breathing and the heat that radiated off of their bodies. Because everything was real, he felt a stronger connection to his sister. The shared sensations had its own allure that perfect fantasy sex, inside a dream, didn't. For some reason, this made Morty feel compelled to kiss Summer. So, he did. He took her in for a long kiss. Yet, when he pulled back, he noticed Summer grimacing. "That was bad and you should feel bad, Morty." She told him. "R-right." He replied. But it seemed like he had broken the ice.
"Just keep the rhythm." Summer told him, as her hands pushed him into her. His dick pushing past her labia into her warm, little lust box. "That's it, Morty." She told him. As he pulled back, the head of his dick rubbing against her on the way. A sensation that made Morty moan uncontrollably. "And back in." Summer said, guiding his every action.


Once she was happy, Summer convinced Morty to speed up a bit. The knock-on effect of this was making Summer's b-cup breasts bounce; which Morty couldn't help but watch. To balance himself, Morty gripped tightly onto the bed frame behind Summer. As he pumped in and out of Summer, at modest pace. "I want more." Summer told him, through high-pitched gasps. Then, she pushed Morty all the way in for the first time. Had Morty not jacked off twice,  a few hours before, he would have exploded inside of her at that moment. Which was fortunate, because Summer was nowhere near. But she was ready for the real thing and coxxed Morty into a faster pace. As he repeatedly slammed into her. Going as far as his cock would let him. "That's it." She moaned. "That's good. Keep going." The bed squeaked under the pressure of Morty repeatedly smacking his pelvis against Summer's. Eventually, Morty finally spoke up. "Summer. Summer, I'm going to-" Summer threw him off of her. Nearly kicking him off of the bed. In a desperate attempt to reach climax. She stuck her fingers into her pussy and furiously masturbated, until she finally climaxed. Leaving the bed soaked, as she came harder than she had ever came.  Morty, who had been watching, got the idea and desperately ran a hand up and down the length of his wet shaft. Until, he came and a few tiny spurts of cum landed on his knee. "Wait, that was it?" Summer asked, between gasps. Morty's head had blanked, momentarily. But he was able to justify his lack of splooge. "I didn't want to climax early, you know. Because, this is my first time."


The pair huffed out tired breaths, as they leaned back. "Yeah, mine too. I didn't really like it, at first. But I want to do it again." Summer's admission made Morty chirp up.
"Really? You really mean that?" He asked.
"Look, Morty. This is really fucked up. So, part of me don't wants to do it again. But part of me feels complete. Like something was missing. So, I want to have sex with you again." Morty knew that Summer was something was having something of a crisis and it was all his fault. Meaning that he should fix it. By having lots of sex with Summer. Both inside her dreams and in the real world.