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 contains lesbian sex between friends followed by threesome that includes a strap on and DP.

This story is copyright 2018 by TheElderWyrm and 2025 by NaughteeDragon. I am the author in both cases. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is 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.

This story is set in the early to mid-2000's, before the first iPhone, before50 Shades of Greybrought BDSM into the general zeitgeist, and before polyamory was a broadly understood concept. If you are new to the story, there is a list of everyone and their relations in the end notes.

At long last, Jenny is going to get her first time with Jane.

Dickins Family FunChapter 11- Long Time ComingBy NaughteeDragon

Dickins Family FunChapter 11- Long Time ComingBy NaughteeDragon

It was the shifting of the bed that roused Jane from sleep, but it was the cool breeze blowing across her naked body that woke her. "Hey, sweetie," she mumbled as her husband's silhouette passed in front of the window.

"Hey, yourself," a voice came back.

"Frank!" She grabbed the sheets and yanked them up over herself.

"A little late for modesty now, isn't it?" he asked with a laugh.

Suddenly, everything came back into sharp focus. The time spent by the hot tub; being cradled in Frank's arms as he carried her into the house and stretched her out on her bed. The amazing feeling of his cock bending in a natural curve in her hand and the implication of what that curve meant when he entered her. She was glad it was dark in the room since she was sure she was blushing as she thought about her own behavior.

"I guess it is," she said as she released the sheet and let it slide down over her body. She stretched, arching her back and throwing her arms akimbo. She released and curled up onto her side as Frank crawled back into bed and stretched out next to her. She ran her fingers along the plane of his chest, following the lines of muscle that were slightly raised beneath the skin. "Thank you," she said as she looked up into his eyes, "for being patient with me. I'm sorry I was... difficult at first." She turned her face into his hand as it cradled her cheek, then kissed his palm.

"I understand." He leaned over and kissed her on each eye. "I'm just glad I could help you enjoy it."

"I definitely enjoyed it," she said as she took hold of his hand and ran her fingers along his palm. The awkwardness of the situation was beginning to intrude. She supposed she could just try and seduce him, which was certainly an attractive idea, but at some point, they were going to have to get up and deal with the others. After all, she had promises to keep and fantasies of her own to fulfill. "So, what do we do now?"

"Depends on what you want to do. We could stay here all night and enjoy each other's company. We could strike out together and see what kind of naughtiness we could find to participate in. I'm pretty sure I heard the sound of splashing in the hot tub. We could go our separate ways and see what we find. I'm game for whatever you would like to do."

"Do you have anything in particular you wanted to do this weekend?"

"I wanted to get acquainted with you." He leaned over and kissed her forehead while he entwined his fingers with hers. He brought their hands to his mouth and began to kiss and nibble on her fingers. "I've always respected and admired you. Your story of coming to America is fascinating, but I've always thought you were... pretty reserved. You're pretty quiet most of the time."

"Didn't your mother ever tell you," she said with a smile, "it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for."

Frank looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled. "You realize that Peter is the quietest one in the family."

As the thought processed, she wondered just how kinky that would make Peter, since he was a fair bit quieter than her. "Dammit, Frank!" She shook her head, trying to banish the thought. "This is your fault!" The mental image was too horrifying and cliché to keep to herself. "I just had the most disgusting thought. Can't you just see Peter bent over the arm of a couch and being paddled or... something?"

"Mm," Frank hummed with a speculative tone. "Patricia in a dominatrix outfit, with her long blonde hair pulled up in a severe ponytail, tottering around in five-inch spike-heeled boots. Mmm, she could spank me anytime."

"Oh, Frank, that's just... wrong." She could feel her forehead creasing in disgust.

"You can see it, though, can't you?" he teased her.

"Yes!" she shrieked in horror. "Bloody hell, I have to work with them!" She smacked his chest, "For that, I'm going to make you get up and go get me some wine to scrub that image out of my head. Ew!"

She shuddered and started trying to push Frank out of bed. To make it worse, he was laughing about the whole thing. Knowing there was no way she could go back to sleep now, she rolled out of bed and started rifling through her closet for something to wear. She finally settled on a chemise with a matching rose colored silk dressing gown.

She took the hand that Frank offered her and followed him down the hall. She stopped as she passed Bob and Leticia's room and put her ear to the door. One of the girls was definitely enjoying whatever her partner was doing to her. She nodded toward the door, asking Frank if he wanted to go in and see.

"Door's closed, they want privacy," he explained. " It would be very bad form for us to open that door. Granted, it would probably be overlooked if Bill is in there- spousal privilege and all. That's why I closed the door when we went into your room. Any common area or room with an open door is considered permission to join in. That's why Leticia and Bill could join us in the hot tub, but nobody joined us in the room. You can also always go into your own room, even if the door is closed. It's still considered bad manners, though."

"So if Bill and Leticia had ended up in my room, we could have walked in on them and... joined in?"

"Yeah." Frank grinned widely. "It's almost too bad they didn't go to your room. That would have been fun."

Jane smiled back at him. "I was thinking the same thing. Don't go hiding from me this weekend, and I'll see if I can arrange something."

"Who would have ever thought you were such a naughty little girl?" Frank laughed, then leaned down to kiss her before leading her down the hall to the kitchen area.

Jane could hear a lot of noise coming from the den area and she craned her neck to look as they passed by. James, Kvet, Katie, and the Twins were all writhing over and around one another on the couch.

One of the twins was obscured as James stepped in front of him. James sat back in a way that Jane had done with Bill a few times. She couldn't hear what he said, but his expression was one of pleasure. Kvet then straddled James' lap and Jane watched the skinny woman easily take his massive girth. Katie knelt in front of them and their joining disappeared behind her colorful hair. The other twin got on his knees and entered Katie from behind.

'Wow, that's a lot of bodies in one place,' Jane thought as she turned and followed Frank into the kitchen.

"Damn!" Frank expostulated. "Jen, I don't think I really needed to see you wearing that."

"It's a good thing I didn't wear it for you, then."

"Who did you wear it for?" he asked as he walked past her and opened the fridge.

Jane stopped dead in her tracks as Jenny winked at her. She was leaning against the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. Her hair had been piled and curled so that it cascaded down one side of her neck and left the other side exposed. Her eyes and lips were heavily made up. Her pale skin was sprinkled with freckles across her shoulders and generous chest, which was cradled in scarlet satin and black lace that drew the viewer's eyes deep into her ample cleavage. Sheer black material continued down in a loose-fitting camisole that stopped just above the matching G-string, the strings of which were pulled high up on her hips and made her legs look fantastically long. The finishing touch was the stockings, black with elastic tops that did not require garters.

Frank looked up when there was no response. "Ah, I see. I think I'll be leaving now." Neither woman paid him any mind as he grabbed a beer and left the kitchen.

"Jen, you're beautiful," Jane said, suddenly feeling very plain in her long gown and uncombed hair.

"Thanks," Jenny replied, casting her eyes demurely down. "I hoped you'd like it when I picked it out."

"You got that just for me?" She was flattered that Jenny had gone to all that work just for her. She had never really understood the attraction of fancy lingerie until this moment. Now, though, she was under the spell of Jenny and she took a tentative step forward, then another as Jenny moved toward her.

They stopped fractions of an inch from contact. Jane looked up into the soft brown eyes of her friend and she felt like she was falling. She was hesitant to act, though she thought maybe she should since she was the older one and more experienced with other women. However, Jenny radiated an aura of sexual sophistication that left Jane feeling like an innocent schoolgirl. She smiled to herself; in this case, a schoolgirl with a naughty secret.

"So long," Jenny whispered.

"I know," Jane replied. "I have a surprise for you, if you can wait a few minutes more." She thought she was going to melt under the sultry gaze her friend leveled on her. She wanted to reach out to her, to touch her the way she wanted to be touched, to finally complete a promise made and fulfill a fantasy revealed months before. She resisted, though, convinced that when Jenny saw what she had prepared for them that she would understand why she had to wait just a few minutes more. "For me, Jenny, will you wait a few minutes longer for me?"

"I've waited years for this moment. If you tell me that waiting a few minutes more will make it better, then what choice do I have?"

Jane panicked. Jenny had probably been thinking about this moment for weeks. Her friend had gone to great lengths to prepare herself. She began to doubt she had made the right call. The die was cast, though, and it was too late to change it now. "Head up to the guest bedroom, I'll be there as soon as I get something."

Jenny kissed the tip of her finger and pressed it to Jane's mouth. "Don't be long," she said in a husky voice that would have tempted Satan himself. She trailed the finger across Jane's lip, down her chin and neck, across her shoulder, and down her arm until their index fingers entwined and finally separated with a lingering want.

Jenny was gone before Jane remembered to breathe again. She dashed to the fridge and poured herself a tall glass of water. She felt like she was on fire all over. She followed that with a glass of wine to calm her nerves. It was all she could do to walk to her room and not run.

She pulled out the drawer where she had stashed the things she would need. She dropped her robe to the floor and tossed her chemise on the bed, she could hang those up tomorrow. She held up the underwear she had selected. They had been hard to find, even Miss Madelaine's hadn't carried them. It seemed that sheer red bikini panties just weren't fashionable anymore. She pulled on the rest of her clothes and headed to the other end of the house.

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Jenny berated herself as she climbed the stairs to the second level. This weekend was not going at all the way she planned. Her encounter with James and Katie had been a total fiasco; the most frustrating thing about that was that she had no one to blame but herself. For eight years, she had been either crushing on, or at least curious about being with, Jane. She had decided now that the possibility was so close that she would wait for it.

She knew it was naïve and kind of silly; after all, Katie was far more experienced with women and was probably a better lover, but she had made her choice. She realized that part of her desire for her first time to be with Jane stemmed from the fact that she could trust Jane to forgive her if she got cold feet or turned out to be lousy at it.

The door to the guest bedroom stood before her. She considered going back down and telling Jane that she didn't want to follow her plan, she had one of her own that involved dragging her off to a bed and a bath. She grumbled to herself as she yanked on the handle. Opening the door was like stepping back in time.

Tears began to form and she choked up as she looked around. It was definitely worth waiting a few minutes more; she knew she should never have doubted her friend. The guest room had two double beds, one was an actual bed and the other was an elevated futon. It had been rearranged to look like a dorm room. ASU banners hung on the wall, including a poster for the soccer team. There were a couple of backpacks and a pile of books on a collapsible desk.

The finishing touch was the stuffed dragon on one of the beds. It was similar to one Reggie had won for her at a carnival when she was much younger. She picked it up and discovered that they were not exactly alike, this one didn't have a secret pocket for hiding James's love letters in.

She turned and saw herself in the mirror. She realized she was now dressed completely inappropriately. If Jane wanted them to pretend they were college roommates again, she would go one better. She tossed the dragon back onto the bed and headed for her room as quickly as she could. Fortunately, her room was close by and it wouldn't take long to get ready.

She yanked open the top drawer of her dresser. She rifled through it and found one of James' old ASU shirts. She went to the suitcase she had brought for the weekend. After a moment's consideration, she added her favorite vibrator and a couple of other items to the pile. Her lingerie was dropped in a pile on the floor. In the bottom of her underwear drawer, she finally found the last item she was looking for, a pair of yellow briefs with little blue flowers that she kept for when James was in that particular mood.

Dressed in just a t-shirt and panties, both of which were a size too small, she grabbed the supplies she had gathered and scampered back down the hall. She tossed the hairclips she was wearing on the desk and tied her hair up in a ponytail with a piece of scarlet and gold ribbon she had found.

Looking around, she grabbed her vibrator off the bed and crammed it into the dragon after tearing a seam. She laughed to herself, it wasn't the first time the dragon had hidden that for her. She stashed the other toys she had brought in the dresser. Using those would be a more conscious effort. She turned off all the lights except for the one on Jane's bedside table. She crawled into the bed farthest from the door, just like it would have been in school.

Time was interminable as Jenny waited for the click of the doorknob. The anticipation was driving her crazy. She wanted Jane now, but to hold her over, she slipped a hand down the front of her panties, just as she had done on so many other occasions as a freshman girl fantasizing about the girl that slept across the room from her.

"Jenny?" Jane's voice was quiet, seemingly unsure, as she called out in the near darkness. Jenny squinted her eyes open just enough to see. She thought about answering, but if Jane was trying to recreate the particular night Jenny thought she was, then she should pretend to be asleep.

As she watched, Jane turned to face her and unbuttoned her simple white blouse, exposing the plain white bra beneath. She seemed to be deliberately ignoring Jenny and went about undressing as though no one was watching her. After her bra came off with a simple front clasp, she stretched for the ceiling, then rubbed her hands over her breasts.

Jenny realized that Jane was undressing for an audience, for her. It changed the nature of the game a bit, the roles weren't as clear as if they were just pretending to be young women who were unaware of the sexual tension between them. Jenny put the thought away for later, though, as Jane unbuttoned her jeans and turned her back so that she could shimmy out of them.

Jenny gasped for real when she saw that her friend was wearing the same style of sheer red panties that she had worn all those years before. Jenny pushed her hand hard against herself as the long-repressed feelings of longing flooded through her with the memories of that night. Her eyes opened wide as she watched her friend bend over at the waist and finish removing her jeans.

Even in the dim light, Jenny could see she was wet, and it excited her even more. She shoved three fingers deep inside herself with a gasp as Jane ran her fingers inside the edges of her panties, then pulled the gusset tight against her pussy so that it pulled up inside her just a bit. Jenny couldn't help herself, her moan was deep and longing, even as it hummed through her closed lips.

"Jenny?" Jane called again as she spun around. Jenny tried with all her might to stay impassive and feign sleep. However, when Jane slipped her hand inside her panties, as though to adjust them, it was all she could do not cry out, and another small whimper escaped her. She watched through hooded eyes as her friend approached.

Jane hadn't changed much since she was twenty. Her hair was longer, her eyes sometimes crinkled when she laughed, but most of all, she radiated the beauty of confidence that her younger self had lacked. It was enough to drive Jenny crazy and she began to rock her hand back and forth, which she knew would be silhouetted through the sheet.

"What are you-"

When Jane flung back the sheet, it was the final straw for Jenny. The hand inside her shirt clamped down on her sensitive nipple as three fingers jammed into her cunt all the way to the last knuckle. "FUCK!" she cried out as the heel of her hand smashed against her clit and years of pent-up tension and frustration exploded out of her in an orgasm unlike any she'd had in a long time, and it seemed to last forever.

It wasn't over, though. Jane reached down and pressed her hand to the front of Jenny's panties so that her fingers lay over the ones inside. The hand began to flex rhythmically, forcing Jenny's fingers to keep moving inside herself, prolonging the waves of pleasure. Jenny arched as her shirt was lifted and soft, wet lips closed over her nipple. Finally, the wave passed and she collapsed, panting to catch the breath that had been stolen from her.

Jenny looked up into the smiling face before her, the face that she had long wanted to see looking at her that way. She was about to say something, but words would be inadequate for the release and joy she felt. She hooked a hand behind her lover's neck and crossed that last great divide between friendship and passion. Kissing Jane seemed as natural as breathing. Her lips were thin like James's, but less aggressive. Jenny had grown used to following where James led, but now that it was her fantasy, her dream, she drove ahead with gusto. She kissed hard and sucked the breath out of her lover before opening her mouth.

Her tongue leapt forward and licked the inside of her partner's mouth before she could respond. However, Jane was more than willing to play along and their tongues twined around one another. The mattress shifted. Jenny gasped as cold fingers caressed her breast and brushed her nipple. She released the hand that had been gripping her other nipple and drew her new lover close.