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As soon as the door opened, the couple saw Summer with her arm extended and fist clenched, obviously trying to punch the door.

Her clenched teeth, dark circles under her eyes, and angry gaze conveyed to Morty her complete lack of sleep.

“Uh…uh…g..good morning Summer,” Morty said, fearful of her response.

“Hello girl…did you sleep well?” Tricia said sarcastically.

“Uy, what a strange scene, he he he,” Holo-Rick mocked, seeing everything.

Summer's even angrier gaze went towards each of them several times, as the image they conveyed was quite clear.

Tricia was holding firmly onto the young Smith's arm, her hair a mess, wearing only his small shirt that did nothing to cover her below her navel, and with a satisfied, vixenish smile that wouldn't go away.

In turn, Morty was covered with his towel, smiling nervously, having not removed the red lipstick marks from his face, and trying as much as possible to hide his growing erection.

If his older sister miraculously DIDN'T hear their concert of moans, it mattered little, as not much context was needed to know what they did most of the night.

“Well, animals, are you done yet? Or do I need more time?” she said with a furious voice.

The carefree Tricia opened her eyes wide and brought a hand to her head as if she had remembered something important before speaking.

“Ooh, you mean THAT…heavens, I think we went a little overboard,” she told her friend as innocently as if she hadn't broken a plate in her life.

That only helped to increase the eldest Smith's anger, clenching her fists so hard that Morty thought she was going to bleed.

“A little? A little! Damn it Tricia, have you never heard the word MODERATION?”

“Not in the slightest, girl,” Tricia responded without a worry.

“Grrrr…ne..next time you want to do THAT! Find a hotel.”

Tricia's tongue ran over her full lips, amused by the conversation, while Morty tried to stay out of it.

“Well, I'll take that into account…but sometimes it's so hard to resist your own instincts,” Tricia added.

For a fraction of a second, Morty thought his sister would hit them, especially him, but instead she took a deep breath and calmed down…well, just a little.

“Can I…talk to Morty for a moment…alone?” Summer said through gritted teeth.

Without showing displeasure at her request, Tricia detached herself from her man and walked right next to her friend.

“No problem, friend, he's all yours. I think I'll go to the bathroom…just don't tire him out too much, okay?” Tricia said with an obvious double meaning.

She continued on her way towards the bathroom, but without Summer noticing, she stopped, remaining behind her.

“Don't worry Morty, I'm not going to kill you,” Summer said, now addressing her brother.

Quickly, our protagonist tries to explain the obvious scene, but his fear was greater.

“Uh...it's okay...w..what happened is that, you know, it started little by little…hmm...o..one thing led to another and..and before I knew it…I...I…” Morty stammered like an idiot.

“Yes, yes, I can imagine, I know the effect Tricia has on guys…and for you it must have been a gift from heaven,” Summer said, being more understanding.

Her words made the atmosphere less intense, which also relaxed the young man more. But behind her sister's back, Tricia squeezed her breasts through the shirt.

“Uyy…th..thanks for understanding…it's just that I..ehh.. you know, I've never been in a situation like this and everything...everything happened so fast.”

“Well…you're at the age of hormones,” his sister reasoned.

“Oh, what a good sister you have…but that vixen has other plans,” Holo-Rick said, spying.

And his grandfather's hologram was right, Summer speaking calmly with Morty was making a huge effort so that Summer wouldn't notice Tricia exposing herself behind her back.

Summer took another deep breath, calming her temper more as the young man's nervousness rose.

“I have no problem with you having sex, but you have to be more careful. Today you were lucky Mom isn't here, and being with Tricia has its disadvantages.”

At that, Tricia lifted her shirt to touch her pussy, looking lasciviously at Morty.

“I...I..Disadvantages?” Morty asked, now getting more and more nervous.

“I know my friend better than you do, she's very, very open and don't be surprised when she's sleeping with another guy tomorrow,” Summer said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“D..don't worry Summer, I'll be fine…I don't think…she'd do something like that.”

Every so often, the young Smith couldn't help but look at Tricia, who was masturbating at the same time that she was calling him over with a finger.

“I hope so…I hope so, just take care, kid, and congratulations for…for…Why are you trembling? Why are you looking back so much?”

Turning around, Summer realized the spectacle that Tricia was putting on, as well as the absurdity and mockery it was to her at that moment.

Her anger returned suddenly, looking at the two of them several times, she stomped her foot and left.

“SCREW BOTH OF YOU!”

It was the last thing she said before leaving, leaving the way clear for Morty to go to the bathroom…with Tricia.