As you can tell from the title this is a twinsesty fic about Jamie and Jenny. Don't judge me, there is way worse shit on this site. I might make this a two chapter, I'm not sure yet. I set it up for another chapter but I feel like it can stand on it's own pretty nicely too. I'm not the best at writing smut and honestly I'd like this a lot better if someone else wrote it, bc they'd probably do a better job then me. But I just couldn't believe there was not a single Jenny Jaime fanfic out there. I mean, the pairing is so obvious, and the situation is practically handed to you. So without further ado, here it is.
Oh yeah, also I do not own any of these characters. (Also just a side note, I'm writing this while listening to the song Scotty doesn't know)
Jaime threw back another shot of the magical green liquid, that had somehow taken away all of his inhibitions, before rejoining his friends on the dance floor. This really was one of the best nights of his life, other than the night before when that hot camera chick sucked him off. That was pretty awesome. He was dancing on the floor when suddenly before he knew it he was being thrust into from behind by his friend Coop and from the front Scotty. He looked behind him and his sister was grinding on Coop from behind. This had to be wrong in some world he thought, a brother and sister in the same weird grind train thing, or whatever this was. Sure she wasn't grinding on him directly, or him her, but still, they might as well be. He forgot about it after a while and a few more drinks, totally giving into the music.
Later in the night Jenny found herself walking around looking for Coop, who did Christoph think he was, trying to sleep with her, letting her think he had feelings for her when he was a married man. And after she had even ditched Coop, who had finally been showing some interest in her, to be with him. Then she saw Coop making out with some girl from across the dance floor. God why are all men such pigs.
"Fine. That's how it's gonna be?" she said defensively at the air. She really was wasted. "You want to make out, with random strangers. I can make out with a stranger too." The next guy she saw she was going to just lunge on, she decided. Any guy would be lucky to have her tongue down their throat. Fuck Coop. Fuck Christoph. Fuck men. She was going to fuck a man, and leave him behind like they had all left her. She started to walk backwards when she bumped into someone. Perfect, they were behind her so she wouldn't even need to see their face. She turned around with her eyes closed and grabbed the strangers face.
At first she had been nervous but as soon as he kissed her back she knew there was no going back, and she didn't want there to be. He was an amazing kisser. His lips were soft and he quickly found his hands on her hips. Soon enough they were groping each other mindlessly, they honestly might as well have been having sex in the middle of the club. She could feel his erection as he pressed his body closer. Then he pushed her against a wall of some sort and there was no longer any distance between the two. She loved how forceful and determined he was and he loved how fierce she was. Neither was holding anything back, and they didn't want them to. He was grabbing her ass in one hand and stroking her breast through the deep V of her shirt with the other. She had taken this time to insert her hand down his pants and was stroking his length with one hand as her other hand pulled his face in more.
Never had Jaime experienced something this passionate before. The Amsterdam chick didn't even compare to this new strangers ecstasy. Their kisses grew sloppy with need and desire, their tongues missed the others mouths half the time so they were only really liking the others face, but they didn't care. He just needed to be touching her at all times, and she needed him as well.
Jaime removed his hand from her breast and placed it to match the other on her ass. Jenny removed her hand from his pants and replaced it above her grabbing onto a bar for support. He used his hands to leverage her body weight, lifting her slightly off the ground. Not totally, truth be told he wasn't strong enough for that. But enough so that she could wrap one of her legs around his waist. Opening the gap of her legs so he could thrust forward. His erection was growing tighter in his jeans as he continued to thrust forward, dry humping the stranger through both of their clothes. She could feel his boner pressing against her, thrust after thrust as he pressed her against the wall. It was a good thing the bar was above for her to hold on to or else she probably would have fallen her legs were so weak.
She didn't know who this man was, but as soon as she found out she was getting his number. Anyone that could make her this wet could not just be a one night stand. She had to see him again, this felt too good to be a one time thing.
He had a type of strength to him, not brute strength, she could tell by feeling his body he was a relatively small man. But a passionate strength. She felt secure in his arms and every movement he made felt purposeful and controlled. He was dominant and knew exactly what he wanted, and she liked it. Jamie was now kissing the girls neck as he thrust against her time and time again. They were fully clothed, but he knew this had to count as sex. A part of him felt bad for passers by who might be having to witness this intense display of public affection. But another part of him, undoubtedly the drunker part, thought it was hot. Let them watch, he though. Let them watch the hottest fully clothed sex they've ever seen, and let them be jealous that they'll never have anything like it. He was sure this was an absolutely unique feeling. No one else could feel the way he was feeling at that moment, because if they did they would surely burst. He didn't even know what was holding him together at the moment. The friction was driving Jenny mad. Her eyes remained closed the entire time, she didn't want to ruin the moment, the feeling, but she was straining. Her head was aimed up toward the ceiling as he worked on her neck, undoubtedly leaving a mark that would be there tomorrow. He was thrusting his fully clothed erection against her time after time hitting and rubbing against her clitoris. She didn't know how much longer she would last. He found her way back to her mouth and after a moment when his tongue had found hers again she couldn't handle it anymore. She simultaneously yelped and moaned in a painful ecstasy into his mouth. The only way to describe the pleasure she felt was that it was so good it hurt. She had never came that hard before. Not even with her favorite vibrator at home. She couldn't even imagine how good it would feel when he was actually inside her.
Jamie felt her tense around him and took her moaning as a signal that he had made her cum. It turned him on so much that he had been able to bring her to this, just by touching her. He had done this, to a complete stranger, in minutes. All on his own. He continued to thrust and grind against her, and he was almost there but he couldn't quite reach it. He pulled his groin back, he would fix it himself later, she didn't need to just sit there while he tried to work himself out. He refocused on her mouth and she kissed him back but then shoved her hand down his pants and began stroking him fervently. He moaned into the kiss and Jenny smiled. She could tell he liked this, and she wanted to make him feel as wonderful as he had made her stroked and pulled against him again and again growing in speed until finally he couldn't stand it anymore. He shuddered and leaned in against her nearly collapsing, but remembering he was the one keeping her up, and if he fell she would as well. They continued to kiss, pressed against one another she never wated to leave this place, this feeling, and neither did he.
She lowered her leg and finally felt she had enough support to let go of the bar. Her hands grabbed his head. One running it's finger through his hair and the other guiding his mouth onto her neck as she turned them so she was no longer against the wall. God he had the mouth of a god. She nearly opened her eyes, but decided against it. She didn't want to ruin the experience. He kissed along down her neck, first sloppy kisses like he had done with her mouth. But then he slowed down. He wanted to make this last. He left small short kisses all down her neck then slowly they got bigger and longer. Agonizingly slow she thought. He began to nibble on her neck and it sent tingles down her spine. Finally he rejoined her mouth and their tongues battled out hungrily for a champion. He was in control again. He held her head closely, with the strength she loved.
Finally he kissed her once more then drew back slowly. He was going to ask if she wanted to get out of this place, and find somewhere a little more "private". She stopped confused, and a little sad. Why did it have to end. They separated fully and both opened their eyes slowly in a drunken lustful haze. Her smile was wide and charming when she looked across from her to see her twin brothers eyes staring back at her. He opened his eyes slightly before her and was trying to process the face, he was so drunk, but he knew it looked familiar from somewhere. Oh god, it was his sister.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" they both screamed in unison. For a solid five minutes they both screamed in a mixture of "aahh" and "eww".
"HOLY SHIT" Jamie muttered under his breath trying to calm himself down. He had just made out with his sister. His twin sister. And he had liked it. He liked it a lot. Oh god, what was wrong with him. She had made him cum, he had made her cum. He had just had public visible, clothed sex with his sister, and yet his erecting was still twitching to come back.
"YOU KISSED ME!" Jenny screamed at her twin brother in horror.
"Hold on. What? I kissed you. I seem to remember I was the one who was pounced on. You kissed me"
"Not even" she screeched back at him. She knew she had instigated the kiss. But that was beside the point. She stomped away to find a bathroom and go rinse her mouth out with soap.
She entered the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed and oh god. Was that what she thought it was. She had a large purple hickey right on the side of her neck, courtesy of her brother's mouth. Ewwww. Her brother's mouth. The grossest part was when she felt the bruise she remembered how amazing his mouth had felt there. He really was an amazing kisser. That was the hottest kiss she'd ever had, and oh god, he had rubbed his dick against her, she had held it, and stroked it, and she had liked it. Wanted more of it, needed more of it. He had made her cum. Ewwwww. Why was she still aroused when thinking of her brothers lips. Something was seriously wrong here.