Dickins Family Fun

Warnings: Despite the name, this story does not contain any incest. However, this chapter does contain two characters discussing the morality of consensual sibling incest in a positive light.

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.

Dickins Family FunChapter 12- Get BusyBy NaughteeDragon

Dickins Family FunChapter 12- Get BusyBy NaughteeDragon

Bill watched as Jane climbed the stairs to the second floor and went into the guest room she shared with Jenny the night before. He wondered if that was going to become an issue. If so, they'd tackle it when it happened. No point in jumping at shadows. He headed down the hall to the kitchen.

Breakfast came together fairly quickly. He could grill, and was decent at most other cooking, but breakfast was his specialty. Things had gone even better when Leticia, fresh from the shower and wrapped in a towel, had come down to help. He asked if she wanted to put on some actual clothes, to which she responded, "Why? I'm just going to take them off again." He couldn't argue with logic like that, and since the towel just barely covered her, he was more than happy to let her parade around in it.

The smell of cooking bacon was better than an alarm clock, where his brothers were concerned. In true Dickins fashion, Dick, Bob, and James all wandered into the kitchen, rubbing their eyes and sniffing the air.

"Damn, little brother," Bob said as his eyes went wide. "How long you been up?"

"Your wife woke me up a couple of hours ago."

"And you came straight down here and started working?" Dick said in shock, then shook his head in disappointment.

Bill slipped an arm around Leticia and kissed her cheek. "No, we did all this in about half an hour." He waved at the bowls of cut fruit, trenchers of scrambled eggs, platters of griddle cakes and French toast, and carafes of juice negligently as though it were nothing; although he did take a certain amount of pride in the shocked looks of his brothers as he lifted the last of the bacon onto a platter.

The guys all filed by and gave Leticia a kiss and a grope of thanks, which she happily accepted. "Oh, I see how it is," Bill faked an injured tone. He was not prepared for the response he got when Dick leaned over and wetly kissed his cheek and squeezed his butt.

"Is that better, Billy-kins?" Dick teased him.

"I think I could have done without that," Bill replied, wiping at his cheek. Everybody laughed as they carried the food into the adjacent dining area.

"This is a proper woman's kitchen," Reggie said derisively as he walked in and looked around. "Cleaned up and everything." He turned and looked at Bill. "Your wife's turned you into a little bitch, hasn't she?" He shoved Bill toward the coffee maker. "Get me some coffee, bitch."

"Fuck you, asshole, get your own fucking coffee." Bill then made a point of refilling Leticia's tea and asking her how she took it.

"So," Bob said around a mouthful of food, "can you believe that shit about Kvet?"

"I can't believe we didn't know that," Dick replied. "One would think that with all the stuff I own, I would have one of those. Of course, it could be that I do and I just haven't seen it yet."

"I've seen some of it," James said with smug superiority. "It's fucking amazing. I have to say, though, she is way sexier in person."

"And you didn't tell anybody?" Bob said incredulously.

"Actually, I didn't know it was her until last night," James replied, a little defensively.

"What are you guys talking about?" Bill asked.

"Yeah, what are you guys talking about?" Frank asked as he strolled into the dining area and reached out to steal a piece of bacon. Iris slipped past him and grabbed a spot between Bill and James.

Dick and Bob both prostrated themselves before Frank. "Oh, mighty manly man, Frank. Oh, god among men. Teach us thy secrets, oh master."

"What the hell?" Katie said as she walked in and looked down at the twins.

Frank looked down at his brothers on the floor. "My guess is they just discovered that my wife is a porn star."

"No shit?" Reggie said, as he shoved past Bill and started filling his plate.

Bill's mouth dropped open. "Your wife is a fucking porn star?" Frank nodded. "Holy shit!"

"Did she tell you boys what she wants to do Sunday morning?" Frank asked James and the twins.

"She did," James responded, "but I'm not so sure about that. I mean, I have no problem with gang-banging Kvet if that's what she wants. I hate to sound like this, but I am James Harvey, I'm not sure I want to take that chance. Not to mention what Patricia would do to all of us if the video got out. What if that recording got into the wrong hands?"

"We can blur the faces in editing," Frank said. "It's not that big a deal."

"I don't know, I'm going to have to think about that," James said as he pushed his empty plate away. "Has anybody seen my wife this morning?" he asked the group.

"The guest bedroom," Bill replied.

"How the fuck would you know that?" Reggie said in an accusing tone as he slapped Bill in the back of the head.

Bill whirled out of his seat and shook off Iris's restraining arm. "Because my wife told me she was going up there to join her, asshole!" Bill shoved Reggie back, but his brother barely moved, except to toss his plate on the table. Bill was pretty sure he was biting off more than he could chew here. Even though he was fully six inches taller than Reggie, he was probably giving up thirty pounds of mass, most of it muscle. "Just because you look at women like some kind of piece of meat doesn't mean I'm some kind of sick fuck." Bill shoved him again.

Bill was amazed at just how fast Reggie could move, despite his bulk. His head snapped to the side as a solid fist struck him, then he doubled over as another found his stomach. He felt Reggie's arm wrap around his neck. "You're just a bitch, so don't try to act tough with me."

Bill could feel hands and arms trying to pull them apart. He took the cheap shot and punched his older brother in the nuts. Reggie immediately let go and Bill came up gasping for air. "I always knew you were a fucking pussy," Reggie snarled. "You even fight like a little bitch!"

Bill was ready when Reggie lunged forward, though. He slid to the side and punched the back of Reggie's head with the heel of his hand. The sudden impact made him trip over Bill's extended foot. Bill didn't resist as a couple of people pulled him away. "And you better stay the fuck away from my wife, too, asshole," he threatened his douchbag brother after he had shaken off the people who were holding him.

Reggie turned to face him. Immediately, a wall of Dickinses interposed themselves between the two brothers. Iris pushed through them and grabbed Reggie's arm. Bill couldn't hear what she whispered to him, but he didn't need to. Reggie shook her off and turned on her next. "I don't need some stupid whore telling me what to do."

Bill was about to push his way through to interpose on Iris's behalf, she was a friend, when she turned on Reggie. "You're a fucking Neanderthal, Reggie. I don't ever want to see you again. Why don't you go back to the mountains of Afghanistan and see if you can find yourself a nice, quiet goat to fuck." She turned and stalked from the kitchen area. Reggie turned and stalked through the den and headed outside, slamming the door as he went out.

They all stood around looking at each other for an uncomfortable moment. "Bacon's getting cold," Dick quipped as he returned to his seat. There was some nervous laughter and Bill teased him about stealing his rightful place as the guy who thinks with his stomach.

Kvet and Melina joined them and asked about the ruckus, so the story was recapped. Melina concurred with Leticia's assessment that Reggie was spending too much time in the wild. Kvet kissed Bill's cheek and got an icepack for the black eye that was starting to form. Finally, everybody tucked back in, except James, who went off in search of his wife.

Bill went to his room to check his eye, take some pain medication, and lie down for a bit. He and Reggie had never been close, they were eight years apart. Reggie had been more involved with Jenny, but in retrospect, he realized that was more of an older brother protecting his little sister, not actually caring for her. The fact that Reggie only showed up once a year or so, and couldn't talk about what he did, made him distant from most of the family.

The kitchen was empty when Bill returned later. He looked to see if Leticia had left him a note, but didn't see anything. He looked at the piles of dirty dishes and platters of leftovers that were still piled on the counter. He sighed to himself and began piling the plates and silverware together. He was just about done washing the pans when he heard the soft pattering of bare feet on the wood floor.

"You cooked, it's not fair that you should have to clean, too." He smiled to himself, he loved the rich timbre of Melina's voice.

"Eh," he shrugged, "it's no big deal. It would have been nice if some of my brothers had chipped in and done it, but Dick and Bob break more dishes than they clean."

"Isn't that God's own truth," Melina said with a laugh. She picked up a drying towel and stood waiting as he rinsed and stacked pans in the drain rack.

"Do you think Reggie is going to make trouble over this?" Bill asked. Being seven years apart, they had never been close. He was only eleven when Charlie joined the Marines. He had heard that Charlie saw the twins and their wives more often.

"No," she replied. "He's not that kind of jerk. If he thought there was a real problem, he'd take care of it himself. He's spent so much time in the wild places of the world that he's lost touch with American mores."

Bill gave her an appreciative smile that she returned. Her hair was damp and her skin glistened; a short summer-weight dress hung by narrow straps from her smooth shoulders. It pulled tight across her large, high breasts; and her dark nipples were almost visible through the white material. The dress clung and stretched across her generous hips and stopped about halfway down her bare thighs.

"Nice dress," Bill commented as he ran his eyes over the length of her. He took in not only her dress and what it covered, but also the smooth shapeliness of her legs, the pronounced curve of her hips and the slight bulge of her stomach, the exquisite beauty of her hands and manicured fingers, the firmness of her arms contrasting the fullness of her breasts, and finally the soft roundness of her shoulders. Her face was beautiful as well: the coffee with cream skin was flawless, her eyes had a pronounced almond shape to them that suggested a Middle Eastern heritage, and her lips were full and very kissable. She quirked her lips in a smile as he considered what it would be like to kiss them.

"You want to put my clothes back on me," Melina said with a smile.

Bill chuckled self-consciously, a little embarrassed at having been caught out. "I hadn't even gotten that far yet." He smiled back at her, fully conscious of the fact that he was blushing.

He wanted to do something to get past his faux pas, but he could think of no way to change the subject without being clumsy about it. He decided outrageous flattery would have to get him somewhere. Despite the old saying, he found flattery almost always worked with women, as long as they weren't already mad at him. "I had never really taken the time to take in how breathtakingly gorgeous you are."

To his surprise, his normally unflappable sister-in-law blushed ever so slightly, her cheeks taking on a slightly pinkish cast as she smiled back at him.

"Thank you," she replied. She leaned forward a bit as she raised her mouth towards his. Bill liked this development, so he also leaned toward her, ducking slightly so that their mouths lined up.

He didn't even notice that her hand had slipped into the rinse water, and her eyes did not betray her intention until he heard the splash and felt the water saturate his shirt.

"Oh, that's it!" He grabbed a sauce pan out of the rinsing basin and flung whatever water was in it at her. He had telegraphed his move, though, and Melina turned slightly so that most of the water bypassed her and splashed across the floor.

She was next to the sink and inside his defenses now. She reached for the sprayer nozzle and turned the water on in one smooth motion. Bill lunged for the sprayer as well, knowing he was toast if she got control of it. The handle was squeezed repeatedly as they struggled for primacy, and soon they were both soaked.

In an attempt to throw her off, he let go of the handle and stepped away from her. She was not so easily fooled, though.

"I've got you now," she said in an exultant tone as she aimed the sprayer at him.

"I think I already won," he replied, leering at her. She looked down to see what he could see, which was almost everything. The white material was nearly translucent now. Her dark nipples were clearly visible against her light breasts, which also served to highlight the dark valley of her substantial cleavage. Lower, the soaked material clung to her stomach, hips and thighs; making them all the more appealing in their partially covered state.

He held his hands up in a way that he hoped she would misconstrue as surrender. She lowered the nozzle ever so slightly, and when she did, he stepped inside her defensive posture. His hands grazed over her breasts before he grabbed her arms.

She was not completely caught off-guard, though, and water sprayed down his chest and over his crotch, soaking everything they were both wearing as he pressed against her. His hands slid down her arms as he pulled them out to the side. Finally, he got hold of her wrists and pointed the nozzle away from himself. She dropped the sprayer on the counter at that point.

"Gotcha," he said in a quiet voice.

"Now what ya' gonna do with me?" She tempted him with a sultry tone as she hooked her leg around the back of his.

Bill wrapped his arms around her, pinning hers to her side, as he bent his lips to hers. At nearly six feet tall, Melina was the tallest of his sisters-in-law, and he found he liked not having to bend so far down for a kiss. His lips lingered on hers, taking advantage of the fullness of them. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and invited his to play as well. He responded in kind and groaned when she sucked on his tongue as it entered her mouth.

Slowly, gently, she extricated her arms from his. Thinking that she was going to drape her arms over his shoulders and pull him closer, he let her go. He moaned deep in his throat when she pushed one of his hands down to her ass as she began to grind against him. He could feel the heat of her through the relatively thin material of his workout shorts.

The blast of cold water that rained down over his head and back caught him completely by surprise and he jerked back from her with a squeal. She laughed as she turned the sprayer full on him and drenched him from head to crotch. He lunged for her but she dropped the sprayer and ducked away from him. He snatched up the sprayer and turned on her, but she had moved to the far side of the island counter. He flashed the sprayer at her but she ducked, and taunted him by sticking out her luscious, pink tongue.

"I can think of better uses for that tongue," Bill said as he advanced on Melina.

"I'm sure you can," she replied, smiling as she moved around the island to keep it between them.

He juked left and then right, but she was watching him like a hawk. He considered climbing over the island, but figured he'd probably crack his head on the pot rack hanging overhead. He took a minute to eye her. Trusting his instincts and arm reach, he dove low, sliding across the countertop.

She tried to break away, but his arms were spread wide, and he grabbed the hem of her skirt. The floor came up at him with startling speed, but he flipped onto his back as Melina tried to pull away from him. His grip was like iron, though, and Melina was pulled off balance. Bill blew out a harsh breath as she landed hard on his chest. "You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," he croaked. Even though he was short of breath and slightly in pain, he noticed that Melina was sitting on his chest with her legs spread. "Nice view," he rasped as he smiled up at her.

"Boys," she replied with a laugh. "Now that you've got the view, what are you going to do with it?"

"Eat it," he replied and pulled her forward. Her thighs raised and spread as she planted her feet on the floor on either side of his head. The wet material of her dress was cold and a bit clammy against his chest; but she was warm where it counted. He was taken by the appearance of her: the strength and tone of her thighs, the gorgeous color of her skin, the curly tangle of hair that had been shaped into an arrow, and the dark lips of her labia against the lighter tone of her skin. He opened his mouth and wrapped around her, his tongue sweeping from bottom to top as he did so.

Melina cooed in appreciation of his efforts, and he was glad to hear it, he wanted to impress her.

Then suddenly, her legs tightened, and it was his only warning as she sprang from his chest. He snatched at her hemline, but was too slow. He rolled over and reached for her ankle and just caught her as she tried to skip away. "I thought you wanted to play," he said as he looked up at her.

She smiled down at him. "You were having so much fun chasing me, I thought we'd do it some more." She spun in a quick pirouette and broke his grip. Nimble as a minx, she jumped to her other foot, spun again, and leapt further away. He had no choice; he scrambled to his feet and lunged for her. She spun once again and, with a light push, sent him stumbling. He extended his arms and caught himself before he plowed headfirst into the counter.

He turned to face her, and she smiled innocently as she extended a leg and bowed to him. He took a breath and considered her for a moment. She wanted him to chase her, but he assumed she also wanted to be caught; most importantly, though, she wanted to play. It was then that he remembered hearing she had played basketball in high school.

He took a guard-right stance, leaning toward the center of the room so that she would have to move to his left, toward the edge. He assumed she would juke right, to his left, then move back to her left when he overcommitted. She did just as he planned.

At the last moment, he stuck out his arm and grabbed the refrigerator door to use as a fulcrum, and drove into her. His body pressed full against hers as she pressed flat against the freezer-side door on the large side-by-side unit. "Gotcha!" he whispered as he nibbled her ear.

Her back was to him as his hands wandered over her body. He reached down and pulled up the hem of her skirt so he could grope and fondle her magnificent ass. It was full and plump, the cheeks firm in his hands.

"It seems," he said as he cocked his head sideways at her, "that I'm either going to have to get your feet off the ground or tie you down."

"There's not really anything to tie me to," she said with a smile. He almost lost his balance when she suddenly jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Up off the ground could be fun. Have you ever..."