A/N- hey this is my first story on this account so I hope u like it. Some characters might seem a little OOC at times, especially Jonesy. Will mainly be about Jen and Jonesy's life at home but of course the rest of the group will be in it at times. A lot more interesting than it sounds wont long unless wanted R & R deff rated T! and flames welcome!

NOTES: Set as if Jen and Jonesy weren't step brother and sister, like they're just siblings and don't have a blended family, so they're fraternal twins. A lot more interesting than it sounds (I think) and won't be too long unless wanted.

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED- although this is rated T, some readers MIGHT think it is a little towards M. but I myself do not.

PLEASE enjoy and Review, flames are welcome!

Disclaimer- nothing you distinctly recognize is mine!

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Chapter 1

Jens POV

I can't believe I have to share a bathroom with Jonesy now.

Let me rewind.

I had to give up my room for the baby. Everything is for the baby nowadays.

The baby, the baby, the baby.

Only because my room was the only girly room in the house. Noooo, we couldn't just paint one of the spare rooms, one of which is not a spare anymore aka my new room, they rather just get me a few posters to go on the walls in the olive green spa- my room.

Olive freaking green.

It took me ages to get mom and dad to let me paint my room the metallic purple it is now, or that Jane's room is now.

That baby.

I mean I knew some sort of room change was going to have to happen once Jane started sleeping through the night and didn't have to be in mom and dads room any longer, but, why couldn't Jane take the spare- I mean my room?

Here's moms corny excuse: "oh Janey can't be too far away from us or we'll miss her too much!" I thought that I'd escaped sharing a bathroom with my twin brother, and my messiest brother, Jonesy when I'd picked one of the room upstairs, also the smallest bedroom, but the farthest away from Jonsey's room downstairs when we'd moved in almost a year ago.

There wasn't enough space in this freaking house for five kids! Okay there kind've was, but not comfortably!

Now I'd have to spend my days in an olive green room (I HATE green!)Directly next to Jonesy's room.

Jonesy is a teenaged boy and I'm a teenaged girl.

We already have enough sibling rivalry and hormones raging to add sharing a floor to our list. Well its not like Jonesy's very thrilled about it either, he's had no one to worry about on his floor after 11:30 when mom and dad went upstairs, he claimed it was the best arrangement ever, he could easily sneak anyone in through the back door and directly to his room. I would never risk that, whenever mom and dad heard the door open Jonesy's excuse was: I was checking the pool filter.

My family members have the lamest excuses, ev-er.

My parents are absolute idiots; Jonesy doesn't even know what a pool filter Is, let alone how to clean one. I knew he constantly had Jude and Wyatt over but I didn't know if he actually ever had any girls in there with him, but hey, at least I can bust him for that.

Alright fast forward to today.

I'm aligning my shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel in the basket hanging down from the shower head at about 2 am. I need a life.

Once I've finished that and scrubbing the bathroom top to bottom, then putting my things away in it I realize Jane is already fast asleep in my old room and mom and dad would without a doubt kill me if I awakened their precious little Janie, or even letting a door slam in the basement.

Their so protective of her, saying they can't afford for anything to happen to her like when me and Jonesy were about Jane's age.

Mom had stepped out of the kitchen for a "just a minute" when our old cat Luna jumped his way onto the counter and knocked over a large pot of boiling pasta.

Jonesy and I still have burn marks.

But, I think I might just be the only one who still flinches when a little water jumps out of the pot.

Here's what bitter years of infants wailing during the nights have brought me to: if you don't want anything to happen to your baby then don't do it and you won't have a baby.

Seventh grade science here. And if you're going to, use a freaking condom, those hypocrites "I'm not requiring you to tell me if you active, but if you are be safe." Mom said that to me and dad said it to Jonesy on our fifteenth birthday.

Of course neither one of them knew that Jonesy already had condoms. ( In his "dictionary" which was actually just a hollow book he got form one of his many jobs at the mall) And that I'd already been on birth control for 4 months. obviously they've never heard of walking into CVS, or those clinic's where you don't need parent consent for things.

Anyways, after mom had announced she was pregnant again after my second youngest sibling Jeff was only three years old, I snuck into my parents master bathroom and put nuva ring in front of moms tampons with a post-it that said "We assumed you could use this-Jen & Jonesy" in a fit of utter rage.

I know mom saw it but we never spoke of it. It wasn't something that I would normally do, but it was spur of the moment, and I put Jonesy's name on there too, so I would look less at fault. Even though I was on birth control didn't necessarily mean someone had popped my cherry yet. I barely ever got any action- I was Jen the saint all the time and just because Jonesy has condoms, doesn't mean he put them to use either though.

I think…

He usually only decreased in his amount when Jim, our oldest brother that we barely ever saw after he turned the big two-oh, asked him for one before he went out. Otherwise they stayed untouched in that fake dictionary unless Jonesy wore them to jerk off, if he did jerk off. I groaned and realized that if he did then I'd have to hear him do it. I mean, I already know that he has lesbian porno's hidden in his room, but in the cases of his "favorite Disney movies".

In reality, none of the gang got any game really.

Jude had had Starr before she turned into Nebula, Wyatt had his girl at a time but that was over as well, Nikki and Jonesy's romance had ended almost six months before, and Caitlin still remained on her hunt for the perfect guy, which we were all convinced did not exist in up to the expectations in her world.

And then there's me. All my dates fail. Epically. They either get bored on the first date or don't talk to me because they don't get what they want: sex. I never let anyone get past second base. I would if we'd been dating for at least three months prier, which would probably never happen.

Viciously shoving tongues and groping was as scandalous as I'd ever gotten. Except that one time I wish I could forget…

Flashback

The doorbell rang and I went to answer it. Jonesy was out attempting to woo Nikki on another group date with Wyatt, Jude and their girlfriends. Mom and dad had dropped Jeff off at Grandma Masterson's house and then left on some weird retreat that was supposed to help pregnancies go smoother.

Mom always got way into it, she wasn't even showing yet.

Either way they left me in the care of my oldest brother Jim, unaware of the constant partying he did once they went to bed. But of course Jim asked if I'd be okay alone until he got back the next afternoon, before mom and dad.

"Duh,I'm fifteen."I answered.

"Okay, I still worry about you, you are my baby sis, for now, we don't know if we'll have a new sister or brother, but either way why don't you invite one of your little friends over for one of your little slumber parties." Jim responded handing me twenty bucks for food, I assumed.

"Kay." I replied after I gave him a look for the whole 'little' thing and hugged him and then immediately called Caitlin.

About fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang.

"Jen!" Caitlin squeaked as I opened the door.

"Caitlin!" I squeaked back as we hugged. "You brought your bathing suit rite?"

"Duh! There's no way I was gonna come over and not take a dip in your new pool!"

"Come on; let's get changed so I can show you!" I led her upstairs to my room so we could get changed into our swimsuits.

Me and Caitlin had seen each other naked, but not since the beginning of 8th grade.

When you get your period you don't really like anyone seeing you naked. Completely unaware if the changes you're going through are normal, if hair should be on your vagina, if clunks should be coming out during your period. But we were in 10th grade now and it was the first time since then. I came into realization that Caitlin shaved away all the hair on her area, while I trimmed it regularly. I also realized that Caitlin was staring at my boobs so I promptly crossed my arms over them.

"Sorry, Jen, it's just…its weird now. And I didn't know your boobs were so big. What size are they?"

"32 double D." I replied as I uncrossed my arms, this is my best friend, it shouldn't be awkward.

"We should change." I said and grabbed my bathing suit top and covered my breasts with it.

"Agreed. But first…"she went to the kitchen and grabbed my camera that I knew I'd left on the counter.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed, dropping the slim piece of ill fitting fabric in my hand.

"I want pictures." She said matter of factly.

I didn't know what came over me, it was as if someone completely different jumped into my body and started to control me, and I instantly regretted what I had said, knowing it would come back to bite me in the ass someday.

"Okay..."

We then continued to take naked photos together, despite my regret. At first we were awkward and we erased those photos then I pulled her close and pressed myself against her and took a picture. We posed in front of my mirror and let our tits be barely exposed as our vagina's pressed against each other. It felt as if Caitlin had done this before, but I quickly shook that thought out of my head.

We both looked at each other, when Caitlin did the most shocking thing and kissed me rite on the mouth! I snapped a photo and without any words we both put our bathing suits on and headed outside.

End flashback

We never spoke of it again, to anyone but I do still have those pictures on my laptop.

The night barely ever comes into my head, I tried to abolish it from my memory and usually it worked but now and then it crept back into my mind. Thinking back on it rite now I realize that we both had no idea what to do, we were both rather naive. Interrupting my thoughts someone, no doubt Jonesy, pounded on the locked bathroom door.

"You've been in there forever I got to take a whiz!" he attempted to do that weird shouting quietly thing.

"Chillax!" i exclaimed as I opened the door and he shoved me away quickly, holding his groin and slamming the door behind him. I went into my new room. Most of my things were still in my old room. I looked at my watch; it was 2:30 am.

My covers and sheets were still in my old room neatly folded next to the door where I was supposed to go get them three hours ago. My room was bare, nothing on the walls and no sheets on the bed. Only a bed, desk, bureau, and my shoes I'd taken off earlier. No pajamas or anything.

So, naturally, I went into Jonesy's room to find Jude and Wyatt leaning up against the bed, on the floor positioned in front of tv.

"Oh hey you guys. "I said as I sat on Jonesy's bed.

"Hey it's the Jen-ster dude" Jude said to Wyatt, horrible at hiding the fact that he wanted Wyatt to hide the case of "Peter Pan" which I knew contained a porno.

Wyatt slid thedisk into the DVD player, careful to place his hand on top of the photo on the DISC.

"Hey Jen." he said nonchalantly. Gotta give him credit, if I hadn't known, I would have believed him.

"Hey, "I replied "Watcha guys up to tonight?"

"Ohhh nothing much, dudet, ya know same old same old!" Jude responded nervously.

"Oh cool." I burrowed myself into Jonsey's covers. Jonesy then returned to his room while closing the door behind him.

"Are you boys ready for a ride to the city of Pleasure?" Jonesy said as he sat down next to Jude and Wyatt on the floor.

"Um, Jonesy Jen's in here." Wyatt declared as Jonesy searched for the remote to press Play.

"Oh hey Jen may I ask?" Jonesy asked me, it was kind've creepy that he was so calm.

"Well my room is still friggin upstairs, I have no covers or anything.."I trailed off.

"Ugh whatever, she's seen some before anyways" Jonesy said to no one in particular.

"She has!" Wyatt and Jude said in unison.

"Yea. She's not as innocent as she seems." Jonesy responded as he got up to continue searching.

"Jen, I'm shocked." Wyatt said, genuinely shocked.

I just shrugged. At that point I realized that I didn't want to be saint Jen anymore, and starting now I wasn't going to be. It was weird how someone can decide to change their personality by one remark. That or I'm just weird and need therapy.

"Oh and Jonesy, I have no pj's" I said.

Jonesy got up opened a messy drawer and tossed, okay threw, me a t-shirt that had teenage mutant ninja turtles on it, although we fought regularly he was still my twin and he knew me, despite how much we fought, he knew me so well that somehow, without ever seeing me in PJ's, he knew I liked to sleep in dads old t-shirts as long as I wasn't having a slumber part or was at someone else's house, and he also knew I loved teenage mutant ninja turtles when we were young.

What Jonesy didn't now was what I was about to do next. I stood up and walked in the direction of the door. But about 2 feet away from where the boys sat I took off the sweatshirt and t-shirt I normally wore and my matching only-a-centimeter-above-the-knee-skirt.

Wyatt gaped while Jonesy had his back turned, searching through his closet now. I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the ground. My boobs, which had grown to be triple D's (causing severe back problems I might add) after the night with Caitlin, bounced a little when the bra fell to the ground. Wyatt continued to gape, and Jonesy continued to search.

As I pretended not to notice he was watching, I stretched back wards and flaunted my large breasts, and when I came back to standing position I rubbed my nipples as if it was the most normal thing in the world, I then pulled the t-shirt over my head and slipped my underwear down.

I proceeded to fold my clothes neatly and placed them on the ground. Wyatt grabbed a pillow to cover the massive boner sticking straight up through his basketball shorts, while Jude was off in Jude land and hadn't seen a thing, but Wyatt had seen every not so swift movement. They were both leaned against the side of the bed.

I went over and sat on Wyatt's lap making sure to rub my bare area against his leg as I did so. Jude was staring at his hand, still completely unaware of anything. Frenching him and opening my mouth so that my tongue rubbed everywhere inside his mouth and all over the surface of his tongue.

When I heard Wyatt moan softly I decided to keep him wanting more, something id read in a magazine. It felt good to be wanted, I'd never done anything like that before, and it felt good. Breaking away from him I gave him a sly smile and jumped back onto the bed.

A/N-so hope you didn't hate it completely! it sucks and i wrote it spur of the moment starting at 2 o'clock and ending at 5:05, yes in the morning, so there's probably a lot of grammar errors and bad spelling. Please R&R flames welcome please review they mean a lot to me!