Dickins Family Fun

Warnings: Despite the name, this story does not contain any incest. There is a pretty fair amount of fucking the in-laws.

This story is copyright 2018 by TheElderWyrm and 2025 by NaughteeDragon. I am the author in both cases, it was just published elsewhere under a different name and was a fanfic that I have re-skinned. All characters are fictional and any relation to persons living or dead are purely coincidental. Names of places or things are covered under fair usage.

All characters engaging in sexual acts or behaviors are at least 18 years of age.

A/N: A huge thank you to Fatdog25 for his beta and editing work, there was a lot of it.

I started writing this story in 2003-ish, so it is set in the early to mid-2000's. As such, certain things we take for granted now were not the norm then. This story is set 2-3 years before the first iPhone, 7-8 years before "50 Shades of Gray" would become a runaway best seller, and 10-12 years before the US Supreme Court would recognize gay marriage or polyamory would become a topic of conversation at parties in LA and NY.

This story is complete and I will be posting 1 chapter per week until it is complete in the middle to later part of April 2026, depending on other writing projects and contests.

Dickins Family FunChapter 1- The Morning Afterby NaughteeDragon

Dickins Family FunChapter 1- The Morning Afterby NaughteeDragon

Bill Dickins looked at himself in the mirror and groaned; he looked as bad as his hangover felt. His eyes were bloodshot, his curly red hair stuck out every which way, and he was wearing full facial make-up that was smeared from sleeping in it. He opened the medicine cabinet, looking for a bottle of hangover pills. Unfortunately, those only existed in fiction so he settled for some aspirin.

He shook his head as he looked in the mirror again, "Never again. Never, ever again. Not if I live to be older than Grandpa Williams am I ever doing that again." It might not have been so bad if he forgot the stupid shit he did when he was drunk. He didn't, though, whiskey made him brave, and it made everything sound like a good idea. It didn't make him forget.

The previous night's party at Dick and Bob's, his slightly older twin brothers, had gotten a little wild. It had been a couples-only party. The only rules were that you had to have a date and you had to be of legal drinking age. He had, of course, gone with Jane. They had been married for six years now, but last night was the first time that they had been to a really wild party since their newlywed days.

He rummaged through the cabinet and finally found a jar of Jane's makeup remover. After liberal use, he was finally able to look at himself in the mirror again. He was trying to remember how the make-up had gotten there in the first place. Then he remembered; James had dared him to let Iris give him a makeover. After drinking three boilermakers in an hour, who was he to refuse his best friend's request? "Never, ever, ever, again." He leaned his head against the mirror, thankful for its cool surface.

Bill shuffled back into his room. Jane was half out of the covers, wearing a pair of glow-in-the-dark boxer shorts. The off-white material stood out against his wife's coffee-colored skin. The twin's company name, Dickins Novelties, stood out in big black letters across her butt. They were baggy on her tight round ass, which meant they were probably a men's cut. Her ass made women's underwear look amazing.

He stopped and scratched his head, remembering that he didn't own a pair of those, nor did Jane. So where did she get them? More importantly, how had she ended up wearing them? He leaned against the wall and thought about it. He finally remembered that Melina had dared Dick and Jane to go into a closet and trade underwear. He decided then that his wife looked better in boxers than his brother did in purple bikini panties.

Panicking, he looked down and was relieved to see he was wearing his own underwear. He was never drinking that much again. Jane probably shouldn't drink like that again, either. He sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Oh, good, you're back." His wife was just way too chipper this morning. Her bright, infectious smile contrasted against her dark skin. Her brown eyes, normally piercing and relentless, were filled with something like humor.

"Morning, sweetie." He reached over and gave her butt an affectionate pat. "I didn't do anything stupid, like parade around in your underwear, last night, did I?" He was almost afraid of the answer as he felt his wife lean into him with affection.

"No, that would have been Dick. You," she said as she walked her fingers up his leg, "got to show everyone the Amazing Bouncing Penis." Bill buried his face in his hands as she reached over and tapped on the front of his underwear.

The Amazing Bouncing Penis was a discovery of Jane's during their honeymoon. After a day and a half in bed, Bill's body was just worn out; however, the spirit and the wife were both willing. So, as Jane nibbled on his ear and told him all the things she wanted to do to him, he had contracted some muscles and forced blood into his groin. The combination of incoming blood and muscle contractions had caused his semi-erect penis to 'bounce.'

Not for all the money in James' bank account was he ever getting that drunk in mixed company again. Jane tugged on his shoulders as she lay back down. "Honey, come up here and lie down. I want you to see something."

Bill turned around and crawled across the bed. She slapped an open magazine down on his pillow. "Was this what you had in mind?" There in front of him was a picture of three people engaged in a rather carnal activity. It was a two-page shot of a man taking the maid from behind while the maid had her face buried between another woman's legs. Bill blinked several times, not fully comprehending how he had gotten into this situation. Finally, memory kicked in and he groaned at his own behavior.

Katie, who was married to Kai and part of one of the three couples that lived with his twin brothers and their wives, had offered him 'truth or dare.' Since he had just watched his best friend perform 'I'm a Little Teapot' with his dick performing the part of the spout, Bill had opted for truth. Then, because he was horny and drunk, he had admitted that the one thing he wanted to see and wouldn't get to was his wife with her ass in the air and her face in another woman's twat. The only thing that had surprised him more than her not getting mad was that she was laughing about it as she blushed to the roots of her hair.

"Yeah, something like that." He was amazed that she didn't sound mad. As he dared a glance at her face, she didn't even look mad. "I'm sorry, sweetie, I shouldn't have said that. You know that-" She silenced him with a kiss.

"It's okay, it was just a game, and I know you love me." She leaned over and kissed him again.

"Where did you get this, anyway?" he asked. He didn't own any magazines like that. First, he didn't need it. Second, his wife didn't approve of it, or at least she hadn't before they got married. He'd never bothered to revisit the question.

"Dick's collection. Melina loaned it to me." It sounded like she didn't think it was that big of a deal. He filed that thought away.

"So, you're not mad?" She wasn't showing any of the signs, but one could never really be sure with a woman.

"No. I am a little shocked. I didn't know you had those kinds of fantasies." His wife sounded very matter-of-fact, but not irritated. He knew well the sound of her disappointment and irritation.

"I think every man has that fantasy." He was sure he was blushing that she had learned that about him.

"Oh." Jane reached over and flipped the page, then another, and another. "How magnanimous are you feeling this morning?" Bill responded with a 'huh?' "How open-minded are you to hypothetical ideas?"

"Since you're not mad about last night, pretty open-minded." His wife grinned at him; her look was positively devilish. Then she kissed him, deeply, amorously; in a way that only she could. Several minutes later she broke the kiss, leaving him breathless. "Gods above, you are an amazing woman."

"You have no idea, but I'm about to tell you." She leaned against him and draped her arm over his shoulders.

**** 9 years earlier, January of Jane's freshman year of college. ****

Bill was a monster, that's all there was to it. He was a cruel, heartless, unfeeling beast of a boy. Jane ran up the stairs to her room. She never wanted to hear the name Marcos Casanova again, and she never wanted to see Bill either. She burst into the room and threw herself onto her bed, weeping great torrents of tears. She felt a hand on her back.

"It's okay, Jane. Get him out of your system." Eventually, Jane's crying slowed until it trickled to a stop. The entire time, there was a soft, soothing voice attached to the hand rubbing her back and smoothing her hair. When she had finally stopped crying and blown her nose, she turned over to see who it was that had been so kind to her.

"Iris," Jane sniffled, "thank you." Jane felt her roommate's arms slip around her. She leaned onto the shoulder being offered. "What's wrong with me? Why is he so mean to me?" She felt herself being guided to sit upright and then a gentle hand brushed away a stray lock of hair.

"There's nothing wrong with you, dear." Jane looked into the eyes of her sympathizer. She wanted to believe what she was saying. "Nothing wrong at all."

"Then why is he so mean to me?" Admittedly, Jane had never dealt directly with boys on a romantic basis prior to coming to America. Bill, however, seemed to be worse than any other boy she had ever dealt with, but she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"You frighten him. You make him feel things he doesn't understand. He likes you; he likes you a lot, so he hates that you had something planned with another guy."

"But I didn't!" She wailed. She was scared of boys and scared of sex. You could take the girl out of Islam, but it took a lot longer to take the Islam out of the girl.

"Really?" Jane shook her head and told Iris all about the study sessions and the invitation to Mexico City, about Bill's reaction, about agonizing over the decision, and about how cruel Bill had been ever since she decided to go. Iris shook her head and smiled. "What's almost funny about this is that you like him as much as he likes you, you just can't figure out how to say it."

A fresh wave of crying overtook Jane, and Iris chased it away. "So how do I tell him?"

"You don't." Jane looked at her friend as if she had flipped her lid. "Don't tell him. Show him."

"How?" she asked, stupefied that the answer could be that simple. Her feelings about Bill were so complex and she didn't begin to understand them.

"With a kiss," was Iris's simple answer.

"That is the most ridic-" the feeling of Iris's lips pressing against hers cut her off. Out of instinct, she reacted, returning the kiss. This lasted for almost three seconds before Jane could gather enough wits to break away.

"Iris! What are you doing?" Iris simply smiled. Jane had seen girls kiss other girls. The idea that she might do it had never occurred to her. It had taken her an entire semester to stop hearing her father's voice calling her a whore every time she sat at a table with a member of the opposite sex.

"See what I mean? You kissed me back before you realized you were doing it." Jane was breathing heavily. "If I was Bill, do you think you would have broken away?" Jane shrugged, not trusting herself to answer. Iris stood up to leave. "You may have the answers to a million and one questions, but you don't know the first thing about boys. Trust me, if you kiss him, you win." She turned and walked toward the door.

"Iris, wait?" She watched her roommate come back over and sit down on the bed.

"What is it, dear?" She could feel the empathy in Iris's tone.

"I, I've never, you know, kissed... anyone." Jane looked up, a plaintive look in her eyes. "How do I... do it... and not... look like a fool?" She told her mother's voice that she was not asahaqiyya. She was learning from her friend, not having sex with her.

"Do you want me to teach you?" Not quite sure what else to do, nor trusting her voice, Jane nodded. "Okay." Iris moved closer to her. Her hand was soft as it caressed Jane's cheek. "Normally, he's going to lead the way, like this." She felt her jaw cupped by Iris's long, slender hand. She followed the gentle pressure willingly. She closed her eyes and gave in to the sensation. The lips that touched her own were soft and supple, whereas her lips stayed tightly pursed. Iris pushed against them and opened her mouth slightly. Then they were gone.

"Jane," Iris said with a frustrated tone. "You have to react, feel what is happening, go with it. This," Iris pursed her lips tightly, "is how you kiss your grandmother, not your boyfriend."

Jane felt herself flush with embarrassment. She had never been so inept at anything in her whole life. "Can we... try it again?"

Iris nodded and leaned in again. This time Jane puckered slightly, and when Iris's lips pressed against her own, she focused on the feeling, luxuriating in it. When her friend's lips opened, she followed suit. The hand on her face moved to the back of her head and pulled her in. She moved closer, her arms finding their way around her partner of their own accord. It was an alien feeling to her, but she immediately loved it.

When a tongue ran over her lips, she opened her mouth in surprise. She felt the tongue move in and swirl around inside her mouth. Giving in to the sensation, she moved her own tongue forward tentatively.

"Ah-huh," she felt the encouragement in her mouth more than she heard it, but the praise made her feel wonderful. She began to move her tongue more aggressively. The response was something she was not expecting. She felt her tongue being sucked on; drawn deeper into the mouth she was kissing. There were a few more flicks from the tongue that started it, then her tongue was released and a few light kisses finished it up.

Her head was spinning; she could feel the exquisite pressure lingering on her lips. As she licked her lips, she could taste the remnants of Iris's flavored lipgloss. She felt like she was on fire. She was unsure if it was the so-called fires of passion or the fires of hell.

"You learn very quickly, that was good." Iris's smile was warm and inviting. She had never felt this close to her roommate. She had never been this physically close with her, either, or anyone else for that matter.

"Are you sure?" She had certainly liked how it felt. Maybe even more than she liked how it spit in her father's face.

"Very." Iris gave her an appraising look; she blushed under the scrutiny. "Do you want to try it again?" She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

Iris leaned in again, but this time when their lips met, Jane was not so tentative. She wanted to experience that feeling again, but she wanted more of it. She wanted to claim her own identity, and this was part of that. She crushed her lips against Iris's, her tongue pushed forward, wrestling with the tongue that was trying to enter her mouth.

Eventually, she became aware of another sensation. Her breasts were tingling, not painfully, but she was suddenly very aware of her nipples pressing against her bra. She shifted her shoulders, trying to relieve the not entirely uncomfortable feeling. She felt pressure against her chest.

Iris moaned into her mouth; Jane responded in kind. She realized that the pressure she was feeling was Iris's breasts pressing against her own. She tried to ignore the sensation and think about the kissing, but the more she tried to ignore it, the more acutely aware she became of Iris's own nipples pushing against her. She shifted back and forth a couple of times, trying to relieve the pressure, but apparently Iris had mistaken her intentions. She felt the girl's hands slide up her flanks and cup her breasts. She gave out an almost involuntary moan.

She gave in as Iris pushed her down onto the bed. She felt the other girl's weight settle half on her, half next to her. She felt the buttons of her shirt being undone, and she began to protest, breaking the kiss in the process. "Shh, calm down." Iris's voice was quiet and soothing. "You're going to like this part."

"I, I don't know." Jane could hear the tremor in her voice. She could hear her mother screaming in her mind.

"Have you enjoyed it so far?" She nodded. "Then let me show you some more." She gave in and told her mother's voice to leave her alone.

Iris's lips settled over her own again and the girls began a long, slow kiss. Jane forced herself to relax when she felt Iris's smooth hand on the skin of her ribs. She gasped when her bra was opened, then moaned when she felt a hand squeeze her breast. It was heavenly, almost too much to bear. She felt the rest of her buttons undone. She shrugged out of the shirt as it was pulled away from her shoulders.

Then Iris's lips were gone. Jane started to protest, and then she felt something warm and wet on her nipple. "Oh, God," she heard herself say in ecstatic rapture. She brought her hand down and wound it into Iris's heavy, golden hair. She felt fire between her legs as Iris began to gently caress her calves in long strokes. She was vaguely aware that the hand went a little higher with each stroke, but she was so far gone in the bliss of what the tongue was doing to her nipple that she didn't really care.

She moaned again when her other nipple became wet and warm. She was being suckled, her tit drawn into a warm, soft mouth. Suddenly, she realized it couldn't be Iris, because her fingers were entwined in the girl's hair. She opened her eyes to see dark hair falling down over golden skin. "Rose!" she gasped.

"Is this a private game, or can anyone play?" The Latina girl they shared a dorm bathroom with asked. Iris lifted her head and gave Rose a deep kiss.

"Well, it started out as a private lesson on how to kiss." Iris dragged her tongue over Jane's sensitive nipple, eliciting a soft moan. "It got better from there." Jane was in shock. She didn't know what to do or say. When it was just her and Iris, she had been able to pretend it was just learning. Now, though, it was something else. Something... carnal... sexual... sinful...

She felt lips against her own again. This time, though, the lips were stronger and firmer. They didn't ask, like Iris's had. These lips commanded, pushing against her, drawing her along with them. She was breathless and unbalanced when they broke away. "Bill will probably be more like that when he kisses you," Iris said quietly. "Rose kisses more like a boy, she's a little impatient sometimes." She could feel fingers that she assumed were Rose's tweaking her nipple and flicking over it. It was setting her breast on fire.

"So, is there room for me in this bed?" Rose asked. Jane could feel their eyes on her. She didn't know. There was so much to think about. They would probably laugh at her if she said no; tease her for being a prude, like they had at the beginning of the year. On the other hand, this was so... sexual. It rather scared her. She felt Iris's lips trailing along her neck, then over her chest, and it became very difficult to think. She felt nails drag up the inside of her thigh and she arched and moaned.

She opened her eyes so she could see where her hand needed to be. She wound her fingers into Rose's hair and pulled her down to kiss her. The sensations coursing through her were incredible. Rose was kissing her, her tongue plundering Jane's mouth while she groped Jane's breast. On the other side of her body, Iris was kissing and licking her nipple while her hand slid under Jane's skirt and stroked her inner thighs.