Comforting Jenny
Copyright© 2026 by Axad Artin
Chapter 5
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
When I got home that night, I went through the formalities with Mom and Dad as quickly as I could and then went upstairs. Jenny was waiting in my room.
“How did it go?” she asked.
“It went well. I recorded him reading your statement and admitting that he had done all of those things. In return, I promised him that I would have you watch this video.”
I took out my phone and started Jared’s apology. I then handed it to Jenny. I watched over her shoulder as she watched it.
Jared in the video said, “Jenny, this is the last time I’m going to communicate with you. I want to say I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have slapped you. I shouldn’t have called you stupid and clumsy. I shouldn’t have harassed you after we broke up. Every nasty thing I have ever said about you is bullshit.”
Jenny teared up.
Jared continued in the video, “You were a great girlfriend. I loved you. You made me incredibly happy.” Tears flowed down Jenny’s face. “I didn’t appreciate you and I wound up throwing it all away. I was an idiot. Then I was angry at myself for being an idiot and took it out on you. I’m sorry once again. I hope you’ll think fondly of me. I’ll certainly think fondly of you. The end.”
Jenny cried for a little while and then threw herself around my neck. “Thanks, Jake. Thanks for this. I finally feel like there’s been closure.” Jenny let me go.
I said, “I promised Jared that after you watched the video, you’d send him an email saying you watched it to where he said ‘the end’. That way he’d know you had watched the whole video.”
“I’ll go email him now.”
Several minutes later, Jenny came back. “I said to Jared, ‘I watched the video until you said the end. If you want me to think fondly of you, learn from us.’” Jenny gave me a big hug. “Thanks again, Jake.”
Then she left.
I was both happy and relieved. It hadn’t been easy to get Jared to make that video. As I was driving to the hospital that morning, I realized my plan had two flaws. The first flaw was that Jared would be able to say that his video confession was made under duress and what he said in it wasn’t true. And it was good defense as I’d confess to most anything if it kept me out of jail.
The second flaw was that Jenny wouldn’t press charges if Jared harassed her again. She hadn’t pressed charges in the days after Jared slapped her when he was at his most harassing. Why would she press charges now? And Jared would know that she was unlikely to press charges. He’d look on making the video confession as a joke.
So my plan was almost certainly going to fail. As I got close to the hospital, I remembered something. For my world history class at college, I read a biography of Peter the Great, the ruler of Russia from 1682 to 1721. At one point, Peter thought his royal guards were plotting against him and he had them tortured. None of them would talk. Peter was unexpectedly kind to one of them and that guard talked. What if I was unexpectedly kind to Jared? Make it clear that I thought he was an asshole but do what I could for him on what would be a very bad day?
When I walked into Jared’s room, the first thing I noticed was that he was covered with bruises. Terry’s ex had worked him over. Jared’s lower left arm and lower right leg were in casts.
“Hey, Jared.”
“Hey, Jake. Look at what Terry’s ex did to me. The coward whacked me over the head before I knew he was there and then did this to me while I was unconscious. I’m going to kill the motherfucker.”
“If you’re looking for sympathy, you’re talking to the wrong guy. I dreamed about doing something similar to you. What I’m here for is to make a deal - I’ll bail you out of jail if you agree to never see or communicate with Jenny again.”
I didn’t exactly put Jared in a happy mood, but eventually I got him to talk about what he’d be willing to do for me to bail him out. We started bargaining. Jared complained that he had never really gotten a chance to talk with Jenny.
I said, “She didn’t want to talk with you. There was nothing to discuss. Can’t you understand that? If she had thought there was something to discuss with you, there were plenty of opportunities for her to discuss them with you. Give it up.”
We bargained some more. As we were closing in on the deal, a nurse came in with the discharge papers. We finally struck a deal. I would loan him the money to bail him out of jail with his car as collateral; I’d keep the keys as he couldn’t drive. He’d make two videos, one reading Jenny’s note and one a final appeal to Jenny. Jenny would send him an email saying she had watched his appeal. We made the videos as the final preparations for his discharge were made.
I said, “I’ll drive you to the police station to turn yourself in.”
“You don’t have to do that. I’ll call one of my friends.”
“I’m here. I’ve got the time. Do you want to spend any more time in this room than you have to?”
Jared hemmed and hawed then finally agreed to let me drive him to the police station.
A nurse brought Jared out of the hospital in a wheelchair. We had trouble getting Jared into my car as he struggled to cross the short distance to my car with a leg in a cast.
I said to Jared as we drove off, “You’re going to have to get a crutch to get around.”
“I don’t have any money.”
“We’ll stop someplace, and I’ll rent you a crutch for a month. You can pay me back after I bail you out.”
“If you don’t mind. I’d appreciate it.”
“No big deal.”
I looked up a store that rented crutches and drove over there. I got the crutch and threw it in the back seat. It was almost eleven.
“They aren’t going to feed you at the police station. Let’s get an early lunch.”
“I still don’t have money.”
“You can still pay me back after I bail you out.”
We stopped at a fast food place and got burgers. As we ate, I told Jared about breaking up with Gina.
“She just slammed the door in your face?” said Jared in amusement. “Did you see it coming?”
“Didn’t see it coming.”
We swapped stories about Gina and Terry after that. I got the impression that Jared was less than thrilled with Terry.
In the car, I asked, “How did Terry’s ex know where you’d be?”
“He and Terry used to be regulars at the bar I work at. That’s how I knew Terry. Her ex was bad news. He’d beat her up. She came to the bar one night and asked me to protect her, making it clear I’d get full benefits if I did so. So she moved in with me.”
“Her ex does sound like bad news. A mean and sneaky bastard.”
“Wait until I catch up with him. I’ll kill him.”
“Do you know where he lives or works?”
“Terry does.”
“Terry’s gone.”
“I know. She’ll be back when things cool down. Then I’ll get my revenge.”
Jared turned himself in at the police station. At the desk, Jared turned to me and said, “Thanks for lunch. I’ll see you later.”
“I don’t want to drive all the way home and then drive all the way back here to bail you out. I’ll stick around instead.”
Jared shrugged. “Whatever.”
I walked with Jared through a door to the first stop in the booking process. A cop said to me, “What are you doing?”
I said, “I’ll be bailing him out once bail is set. And I’ll take the crutch when it’s time for him to go into the jail cell.”
The cop didn’t respond. He talked with a few other cops. None of them said anything to Jared or me, but they kept an eye on us. Eventually, I got the impression as long as Jared and I were quiet and cooperative, the cops didn’t give a shit what we did.
The booking process consisted of multiple steps, each of which involved sitting in a room until it was Jared’s turn to do something. Jared and I swapped stories about funny things that happened at our work. Jared said at one point, “Terry had a nice body, but she couldn’t cook or clean worth a shit. If I had been her ex, I would have been glad to see her go.”
I raised my eyebrows at that.
Jared said, “She’s not like Jenny. Jenny was worth trying to win back. Jenny was a great girlfriend.”
“Jenny - the plain-looking girl with no tits and a bony ass?”
Jared sighed and shook his head. “I liked her body well enough. She was great in bed. And she was so sweet. She made me feel special.”
Eventually, Jared was charged, and bail was set. I went to my bank and got the bail money.
Once I bailed Jared out, I drove him to his apartment. When we got there, he said, “Thanks for bailing me out. I’ll borrow some money at the bar when I work tonight, and I’ll mail you what I owe you for the crutch and lunch.” He sighed. “If you hadn’t bailed me out, the bar would have gotten another bouncer instead of me. If I had stayed in jail, I wouldn’t have earned the money to pay the rent or to make the payment on my car.”
“I don’t see the value of locking up someone like you. Being locked up before the trial would have been a severe punishment all by itself.”
“You’ve got that right.” He said, “Thanks again,” as he offered me his hand.
“I’ll go in with you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
Jared seemed pained. “Jake, I slapped your sister. I was abusive to her before that, and I harassed her afterward. You’ve got no reason to be this nice to me. You bailed me out as you promised. You don’t need to do anything more.”
“I know all that. I’m still pissed at you for doing that and I still think you’re an asshole. However, today is your first day knowing that you’ll never communicate with Jenny again. I want it to be a good one.”
I could tell Jared couldn’t make sense of my attitude. He eventually shrugged and said, “Whatever. I’d appreciate the company.”
Inside Jared’s apartment, it looked like a tornado had hit it. Terry had thrown stuff everywhere as she had grabbed her stuff to clear out.
I said, “Looks like we’ve got some cleaning to do.”
“Jake, you don’t have to clean.”
“I’m hanging out with you for the afternoon. What time do you have to be at work?”
“Five.”
“I’ll stay here with you until it’s time for me to drive you to work.”
“You don’t have to drive me to work.”
“You can’t drive. How are you going to get to work? A taxi? You’ve got no money.”
“I’ll have a friend drive me.”
“I’ll be the friend.”
“You think I’m an asshole.”
“Asshole customers come into my store all the time. I’m used to being friendly with assholes.”
Jared snorted and gave up.
We cleaned up the apartment. I moved the furniture so that Jared had a clear path around his place. I picked stuff off the floor and put it on a table. Jared put it away from there.
As we worked, Jared told me stories about Jenny. These stories were told in a much different tone than he had used when he told the stories about Terry. Those had been in a can-you-believe-this tone. These stories were told in a wistful tone. At one point, I shared Jenny’s theory that he could never accept that she loved him and that he had to constantly test her love.
Jared shook his head and said, “No, it wasn’t that way at all. I always did what I thought was best for her, for us. I wanted her to be a better person, a better girlfriend. That’s why I did what I did. Even after we broke up, I still did what I thought was best for her. I think she’d be better off back with me.”
“Terry’s ex probably thought the same thing about Terry. That was probably his justification for blindsiding you with a baseball bat.”
Jared started to reply, then shut his mouth.
I cooked some spaghetti for an early dinner. As I cooked, I said to Jared, “About Terry’s ex. Stay away from him.”
“I’m going to kill him.”
“He sounds a lot sneakier and meaner than you are. Take that as a compliment. I wouldn’t want to spend any time with a guy who’d blindside someone with a baseball bat.”
“I’m going to get even.”
I stirred the noodles for a bit. “You’ve made it clear that you want to get even. He’ll pop up someplace of his choosing to confront you. If you make the slightest move toward him, he’ll pull out a gun and kill you. Self-defense.”
“When Terry comes back, I’ll find out how to surprise him.”
“And if you do, you’ll go to jail for a very long time. Is Terry worth that?”
“Terry ain’t worth shit.”
“So let it go. Terry picked you over him. He is going to know that forever. That’s the best revenge.”
Jared was quiet after that.
We had dinner, and then Jared changed for work. When he came back into the kitchen, he said, “Delete that video to Jenny you made for me. I want to make another one.”
Jared’s first video to Jenny had been filled with bullshit and bravado. It had been an attempt to persuade her to come back to him. This new video was an apology. After the recording was done, I felt Jared was much more likely to honor the deal. In the hospital, I hadn’t had any faith that he would honor the deal.
I drove Jared to work. In the parking lot, he said, “I’ve been thinking about my case. There’s a defense attorney who’s a regular. Tonight, hopefully, I’ll talk to him about defending me. What I’m going to propose is that we tell the judge that the fight was between two domestic abusers battling over a woman. I don’t want to be a domestic abuser anymore. That I’ll go through a domestic abuse program if they drop the charges against me. What do you think?”
“If I were a judge, I’d jump at that deal. Putting you in jail accomplishes nothing. You going through a domestic abuse program gets something done.”
Jared nodded his head and then offered his hand. I took it, and we shook.
I said, “Jared, the easiest thing for me would be to write you off as an asshole. But I know Jenny loved you for a reason.” I could see tears spring to Jared’s eyes. “You made her happy for a long time. You made too many mistakes, and your relationship went off the rails.” The tears were rolling down his cheeks. “I think most of your mistakes were out of ignorance. Go through the program. Don’t make as many mistakes in the next relationship. Don’t be an asshole the next time.”
Jared was sobbing. He forced out, “Do you think Jenny will ever forgive me?”
I wanted to say something positive, but I didn’t want Jared to think that everything was hunky-dory, that Jenny wouldn’t be suffering for years from the pains he inflicted on her.
I said, “I think Jenny has made peace with what you did to her. She’s trying to move on, but it’s hard at times. I don’t know if that is forgiveness.”
Jared nodded his head. “Thanks. Thanks for everything.”
I got out of the car, took the crutch out of the backseat, and went around to where Jared was waiting. He had wiped the tears from his face and was composing himself. Then he hobbled off, the tough guy’s tough guy.
The Monday morning after I had spent the day with Jared, Jenny waved me over to the couch to talk once our parents left.