Comforting Jenny
Copyright© 2026 by Axad Artin
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - She got dumped by her asshole of a boyfriend and she turned to me for emotional support and comfort.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Incest Brother Sister Slow
I got up early the next morning and went down to the kitchen. I was mixing up some batter when Mom came in. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m making a batch of blueberry pancakes.” Blueberry pancakes were Jenny’s favorite breakfast.
“Why?”
“Felt like it.”
“Okay.”
I thought she would probe more deeply but instead, she pulled out her phone and looked at her messages. I gave her the first three pancakes. I had the next three waiting on Dad’s plate when he came in. Both of them thanked me in a disinterested manner. The next three were waiting on Jenny’s plate when she came in. She looked at them in surprise and said, “Thanks.”
I put my three on a plate and sat down next to her. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was. To ask her forgiveness. But I couldn’t while Mom and Dad were there. So we said nothing to each other as we ate.
Once Mom and Dad were out the door, Jenny said to me, “Thanks. That was very sweet of you.”
“I’m sorry, Jenny. I shouldn’t have looked at them. I knew that I shouldn’t have looked at them. You had every right to be angry last night.”
Jenny sighed. “Those photos are such bad memories. And they terrify me. When I saw one of them, it was like my worst nightmare confirmed.”
“Your worst nightmare?”
“That Jared would send them to some website to publish. That guys all around the world would then jack off to pictures of me. That my friends and co-workers would find out about them. They are private moments that I don’t want anyone seeing. I particularly don’t want people to use them to masturbate.”
“And you caught me masturbating to one.”
“And I blew up. I was angry at you, but I was angrier about the idea that anyone anywhere could use my likeness like that.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll delete the pictures when I go upstairs.”
“Do that and I’ll forgive you.” Jenny gave me a small smile. “The blueberry pancakes were a great peace offering.”
I smiled. “Good. I hoped so.”
“What did Mom and Dad say about you making them?”
“They grunted a few times. They had their noses in their phones all through breakfast.”
“Parents nowadays. What happened to conversation at family meals?”
I laughed. Jenny smiled. Things seemed to be getting back to normal. I said, “I missed you last night.”
“I missed you. I felt like I was cutting off my nose to spite my face.”
“It was the right thing to do. You needed to let me know that I had stepped way over the line.”
Jenny gave me an awkward smile.
I started to get up and then sat back down. “May I ask you a question before I go delete the photos?”
“Go ahead.”
“I’ll understand if you don’t want to answer it. Why did you say they were bad memories for you? You looked like you were having fun.”
Jenny shook her head. “The first photo was when we had gotten to Jared’s after celebrating my eighteenth birthday. It was one of his nights off, and he had taken me to a nice restaurant. We went to his bedroom, took our clothes off, and I was giving him a blow job on the bed when he asked if he could take a picture of me. I said no. He said it would be no big deal, reached over, grabbed his camera, and took a picture. I was pissed. Jared said there was nothing to be angry about. At this point, my self-esteem was low and dropping like a rock. I gave in. I finished the blow job, and then we fucked. Jared took me home. We didn’t discuss it.”
Jenny shifted in her chair. “The next day, Jared asked if he could cum on my tits and then take a picture of it. I said no. I was fine with him cumming on my tits, but I didn’t want him to take a picture of me with cum on my tits. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He kept asking and asking until I finally gave in.” She sighed. “A few days later, he wanted to take a picture of me with his cum on my face. I really didn’t care for him cumming on my face and would only let him do it on special occasions. I said no, and again he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I finally gave in.”
Jenny looked very unhappy. This was obviously very painful for her. “A few days later, we were fucking doggie-style. We had a nice rhythm going when Jared suddenly pulled out. He said he wanted to take a picture of us fucking. He didn’t even ask. He reached over to where his camera was and came back to me. At this point, I’m out of the mood. He puts himself back into me, fucks me a few times, and stops. He tells me to turn back and face the camera. I don’t want to. We argued for a bit, and I of course eventually gave in. I looked back at the camera. Jared told me to give him a sexy look. I didn’t feel sexy at all. He kept badgering me until I gave him the look he wanted. He took my picture and resumed fucking me. I normally love being fucked, but I hated that time.”
Jenny took a drink of water. Tears were running down her cheeks. “After that, he took a picture of me several times a week. He’d never ask; he’d just reach for his camera.” Jenny sighed. “At that point, sex was the only good part of our relationship. It was like he was intentionally ruining the one good thing we had left.”
I took Jenny’s hand and squeezed it. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” I felt like shit. I had thought the pictures had looked so hot when I had used them to get myself off, but I knew now that they had made her miserable.
I got up and headed up the stairs to delete the pictures. I hadn’t thought about getting revenge on Jared in a while, but the desire to hurt him was burning brightly now. He was a fucking monster. He deserved something horrible. I just needed to figure out how to deliver it.
When Jenny came into my bedroom at bedtime, I said, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t keep saying you’re sorry. I’ve forgiven you. Let’s move on.”
“Okay. Frigid check tonight?” It was four days after our last one.
Jenny shook her head. “Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow.”
Jenny lay down on the bed and we talked as I stroked her back. Then we got under the covers. Jenny put her head on my forearm and snuggled up to me. I smelled her hair and smiled. I felt the urge to tell her “I love you.” I couldn’t say it. Of course, I loved Jenny; she was my sister. But what would I mean if I told her “I love you” right now?
I loved Jenny more than I had. Thinking about how much I loved her made me feel uncomfortable. I squeezed her and settled down to go to sleep.
The next morning was Tuesday. The phone rang while Jenny and I were watching a show together. Our house had a landline because our Internet company gave it to us for basically free, but the only people who seemed to call us were telemarketers. Mom and Dad always said to let the answering machine get the call when the caller ID didn’t reveal a name we knew, but I hated having to listen to the phone ring and ring.
I got up from the recliner chair and answered the phone. It was a recorded message about a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for financial security. I hated that there was no way to tell these people to never call again. I pressed one to speak to a real person. In the past, I used to tell the person who answered to take us off their calling list, but that didn’t seem to work. I had a new idea for dealing with the telemarketer.
When I was connected to a person, he started his spiel. “Do you want to be your own boss? Do you want to set your own hours?”
“What’s your name?” I interjected, trying to get a word in.
That knocked the guy off-balance. “My name is John.”
“Just a second, John.”
I walked back to the recliner. Jenny mouthed, “Who is it?” I mouthed back, “A telemarketer.” I said to the phone, “I’ve got the tissues and lotion. Go ahead, John.”
Jenny gave me a questioning look. John restarted his spiel. “Do you want to be your own boss? Do you want to set your own hours? Would you like-”
“You have a very sexy voice, John.”
Jenny quietly giggled.
“Um, well. Thanks. Would you like-”
“Are you good-looking, John? With a voice that sexy, you have to be good-looking.”
“Umm. Aah. Good-looking enough. Would you like-”
“Talking with a good-looking guy with a sexy voice really excites me.”
Jenny had her hand over her mouth so her giggles wouldn’t be heard.
John was flustered. He sputtered a few times and then finally restarted his spiel. “Do you want to be your own boss? Do you want to set your own hours?”
“Oh, John,” I moaned.
John stopped. I moaned his name again. John must have been totally rattled at this point. Jenny was rolling on the couch with her hand over her mouth.
John finally resumed his spiel. “Would you like financial security? You’re invited to a once-in-a-lifetime...”
I kept moaning his name every few seconds, each time with a bit more passion. Jenny was now covering her mouth with one hand while clutching her stomach with the other.
John continued with his spiel. I continued moaning his name. I was panting hard now each time after I said his name. Jenny was rolling around on the couch as she laughed.
As John seemed close to ending his spiel, I said, “Oh, God! Oh, God! John, I’m-”
***CLICK***
I busted up laughing. I laughed so hard I fell to the floor. I could hear Jenny laughing just as hard. I was laughing so hard I was crying. I was on my back on the floor when I realized that Jenny was right next to me. She seemed to be laughing so hard she was crying too. We laughed like that for a long time.
When I finally stopped laughing enough to talk, I told Jenny, “I don’t think John will be calling back any time soon.”
We burst out laughing again.
That night when I got home from work, Jenny gave me a big smile and headed upstairs early. When I came into my room, she was already under the covers.
“Frigid check,” she said as she wiggled her ass in the air.
I smiled and got ready for bed, changing into my running shorts while in the bathroom. Jenny was all smiles when I came back into the bedroom. I turned off the light. When I started to throw back the covers, Jenny said, “Let’s start with them up.”
I got into bed next to Jenny. I reached with my right hand to cup Jenny’s ass and I felt ... skin. No panties. I was holding Jenny’s bare ass.
“Surprise!” Jenny said as she threw back the covers. “I figured as you’ve seen my bare ass in pictures, you might as well see it in person. Besides, I’m tired of having to change my panties every time.”
“Jenny.” I was thrown for a loop. One of our cardinal rules was that we would both stay dressed the whole time. “Jenny, you’re naked.”
“No, I’m not. I’m wearing an extra-long nightshirt tonight to cover up my privates. Girls wear long nightshirts and no panties all the time.”
“But Jenny...”
“You were grabbing my bare ass with both hands. What’s so different now?” Jenny grabbed my hand and put it on her ass and then wiggled her ass back and forth. “Do I still have a great ass?”
I chuckled. “You still have a great ass.”
“And you can appreciate it better now that you can see it.”
She was right.
Jenny had a towel down on the bed, which she had also hidden with the covers. We did a Frigid check. I had to admit it was nice to not have to deal with the panties. After Jenny came, she put the towel between her legs to absorb the wetness. We got into our sleeping position and Jenny made sure my cock was buried between her ass cheeks with just the thin material of my running shorts between my cock and her ass.
“That feels great,” said Jenny.
“It feels pretty good for me too. Are you going to sleep without panties from now on?”
“Only on Frigid check nights. Jakob,” Jenny said my name with a ‘you-naughty-boy’ tone, “what kind of girl do you think I am?”
Saturday night - the next Frigid check night, Mom and Dad had gone to a party and wouldn’t be home until late. When I got home, Jenny was waiting for me to come in the door. She was wearing a nightshirt already. She smiled and led me up the stairs.
In my bedroom, the covers on my bed were already pulled back and a towel was laid down. I headed toward the drawer where I kept my running shorts. Jenny said, “What would you think of coming to bed naked tonight? I won’t look.”
I thought about saying no, that me being naked was a step we shouldn’t take. But we had moved things forward so many other times, why fuss about this?
“Sure.”
Jenny turned off the light, got into bed, and faced away from me. I took off all my clothes. My cock was pointing straight out in front of me as I walked toward the bed.
If this was any other girl that I was getting into bed naked with, I’d be getting laid tonight.
Frigid checks were fun. I liked making Jenny happy, and I enjoyed touching her body so intimately. But they were getting frustrating for me. I needed sexual relief after I did one. What could Jenny and I do that wouldn’t break our rules?
We did a Frigid check. When I pulled Jenny on top of me so that I could reach her pussy, she moved herself so that my cock was between her ass cheeks. She ground her ass on my cock as I worked her clit. She came hard as usual.
When Jenny started snuggling against me in preparation to go to sleep, I said, “Is there some way you can make me come? Return the favor?”
“What do you want to do?”
“Could you give me a hand job?”
“This is going to sound terrible, but I don’t want to go there. I don’t think it’s safe for me to touch you like that.”
I thought for a second. “How about I touch you while I jack off?”
“Touch me?”
“Do a Great Ass check while I jack off.”
Jenny thought for a second. “I think that’d be okay. It isn’t too different than what we’ve done before. How about we do that while you sit in your chair?”
“Sounds good.”
“Let me go there first.”
Jenny got off the bed. When she did, her nightshirt dropped down, and she looked like she always had around bedtime. We were following the rules.
Jenny walked over to my desk, pulled out my chair, and turned it around so that it was facing into the middle of the room. She then faced away from the bed. “Come on over.”
I got out of bed and sat down in my chair. My rock-hard cock was standing straight up. I turned around, opened a drawer, and took out my lotion. I squeezed some onto my hand. I then turned around and faced Jenny. She moved so that her ass was close to my left hand.
I began stroking my cock. I slipped my left hand under Jenny’s nightshirt and cupped her ass. I said, “You know, you have a great ass.”
“So people tell me,” Jenny said with a chuckle.
I stroked my cock as I felt Jenny’s ass. The nightshirt was slightly uncomfortable as it rode my hand, but not bad. I squeezed her cheeks and then rubbed my hand over her ass. I did that for a while, then it started getting boring. I felt down one of her legs and then up the other. I felt her lower back. I enjoyed feeling her body, but...
I said, “I need more stimulation to make me come.”
“Okay.”
“Let’s try something else. Let me move you back to me.”
I released my cock and brought both of my hands to Jenny’s waist. I then guided her so that she was sort of sitting on me, with my cock between her ass cheeks. Jenny leaned back against me. I lifted her waist upwards, sliding my cock through her sweet ass cheeks. Then I lowered her, getting another great feel of her ass on my cock.
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