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. 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.

Jane fulfills someone else's fantasy, then gets an MMF threesome with her first DP.

Dickins Family FunChapter 13- Here We Go AgainBy NaughteeDragon

Dickins Family FunChapter 13- Here We Go AgainBy NaughteeDragon

Bob looked down at the dozing forms of Dick and Iris, and thought about waking them up. Dick was so cute as the little spoon in front of Iris, who had her leg draped over his hip. He would love to have had a picture of it to save for later when Dick was feeling all cocksure of himself and saying how he would never stoop to being the little spoon. They both knew it was poppycock, of course, but a little evidence never hurt anyone.

Well, that wasn't entirely true, recovering the evidence of last year's birthday party had cost Dickins Novelties all of their first and second quarter profits. Fortunately, Madelaine's was making enough profit to keep the lights on and food in the house. Besides, they all agreed that not having evidence where some unscrupulous person, like Patricia, could find it was the best policy.

He glanced at the clock and hoped someone had laid out the lunch spread by now. Granted, they had a late breakfast, but that was over three hours ago and he'd had a pretty energetic morning. He decided to let them sleep and wandered toward the kitchen. The first thing he noticed when he walked in was the note on the refrigerator that was addressed to him. He didn't immediately recognize the slightly spiky script, but it was definitely a woman's handwriting. Since he didn't recognize the style, that also narrowed the field of who it could be from, which meant that it probably wouldn't explode when he opened it.

Bob, come find me when you get this. I'm probably taking a nap. --Jane

Bob stuck the note in the pocket of his shorts and opened the fridge. There was a tray of turkey sandwiches on the second shelf, along with a veggie tray. There were days when he wished Melina wasn't quite so health-conscious; he could really go for a pizza or sausages or something bad for him; it wasn't like he wasn't going to burn it off anyway.

He grabbed a sandwich and rooted around until he found a bottle of Kai's homebrew. Say what you would about their menus, they never lacked for good beer as long as Kai was around. He was finishing his sandwich and opening his beer when Kai strolled into the kitchen between Kvet and Leticia.

"Don't drink too much of that," Kai warned him. "That's the bourbon barrel stout. I gravity tested it a couple of days ago, it's about 16%; and you know what the bard says about booze."

"It giveth the desire and taketh away the ability," Bob replied at the questioning looks from the girls. "That would be bad," he agreed. "Thanks for the warning."

He leaned up and kissed his wife as she bent down to him. "I need the bedroom tonight," she said and flicked her tongue across his ear.

"What kind of plans you got?" he asked with a lewd wink.

"I'm going to try and track down Bill, Frank, and Jane for a foursome. We started one last night in the hot tub, but I wanted your little brother all to myself and I don't think that she was ready for anything more adventurous than Frank at the time."

"I take it you and Bill got on well last night."

"We got off well," she said with a wicked smile. "He has a much greater appreciation for Whitesnake now, too."

"You finally got Billykins into your bed and all you could do was listen to Whitesnake? I'm so disappointed in him."

She slapped his shoulder as she sat down in his lap and took a drink of his beer. "I putSlide It Inon infinite repeat." He pinched her butt for stealing his beer.

"Good choice, I like you slow and easy." He took another drink of his beer and offered her the last bite of his sandwich, which she declined. "I'm about to go find Jane, you want to come with me so you can talk to her?" He showed her the note, a wicked smile crossed her face.

"I almost wish I could be there to see that." She ignored his question about what. "Just tell her I'll talk to her at dinner." She gave him a long, lingering kiss. "You'll have to tell me about it afterward." Then she pulled him out of his chair, stole his beer, and sent him down the hall with a pat on the butt.

After a brief stop by his room, Bob knocked quietly on the door to Bill and Jane's room. He listened, but there was no sound forthcoming from inside. He carefully opened the door and peeked in. He was relieved to see that the bed was occupied, and from what he could see, it was only Jane. He smiled to himself.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out one of their new inventions, a small, remote-controlled spider. He hadn't been able to figure out a good way to make it climb yet, so he slipped into the room and crawled to the foot of the bed. With slow, delicate moves, he lifted the sheet at the bottom of the bed, slipped the toy into the bed, and set it next to her foot. Mission accomplished, he snuck back out of the room.

He wished there was a way to put a camera in the head and link it to something like a phone. For now, though, that kind of stuff was relegated to James Bond movies. Peering through a crack in the door, he maneuvered the small creature up onto her foot. He pressed a button on the remote that caused all eight feet to move in small, random ways that created a tickle effect.

"GAH! Stop! Bob!" Jane shrieked, then squealed inarticulately and howled with laughter. This lasted for about ten seconds until she jerked her foot and dislodged it. "Bob!" Her shriek was desperate and breathless. He decided she'd had enough and yanked the door open.

"You called?" he said, trying to sound out of breath from running. Jane was sitting up with her back against the headboard. He couldn't help but notice that she had very pretty feet, but her toenails needed a good polish or buffing. "You," he took two great gasping breaths, "okay?"

"Don't you play the gallant hero with me, you knave," she accused him after she finally caught her breath. He gave her his best look of wide-eyed innocence. She crossed her arms and leveled her best prosecutor's stare at him. He broke first and began to guffaw loudly. "You are horrible," she said, "what was that?"

"Just an innocent little spider," he replied, bending to pick up his new toy. He handed it to her and she looked impressed. He pressed the 'tickle' button, and she watched it jerk and writhe in her hand.

"I've half a mind to rescind my invitation," she threatened him as she handed it back.

"Let me make it up to you." He bowed floridly without releasing her hand and bent his head to kiss her fingers. "I'll give you a foot massage to make good girls weep and bad girls swoon."

"And which do you expect me to do?"

"Two days ago I would have said weep, but we could hear Jenny's screams in the great room last night." Jane blushed a bit and dipped her head. "Maybe you will still cry," he said with a lecherous smile.

She drew breath as though to retort but settled for smacking him on the arm. "Meet me in the garage in twenty minutes. Sit in the driver's seat of your Jaguar and open the sunroof."

"Alright," he said cautiously. Bob was very confused now. Leticia had insisted that they use his beloved white 1986 Jaguar XJ6 to transport the food and other incidentals they were going to need for the weekend rather than her pickup. He was also surprised to see that the garage had been cleaned when they brought the food up Thursday night. It seemed his wife and his sister-in-law were in cahoots. "Do I need to bring anything other than me?"

"A jar of your best foot lotion." She smiled and shooed him out of her room.

Seventeen minutes after leaving Jane's room, and three minutes after finally convincing Dick that he didn't need a wingman for this date, Bob slid into the driver's seat of his greatest material treasure. When he bought it, the only thing he knew about Jaguars was that Tawny Kitaen had rolled around on the hood of one just like this, and that had been the most awesome thing his eleven-year-old self had ever seen.

Tawny hadn't held up very well over the years, but his Jaguar had since he learned how to maintain it, they were notoriously finicky. He kept it because every time he got in it, at least for a moment, he was David Coverdale and Tawny Kitaen was about to pull him into the backseat to fuck him senseless.

He settled into the rich leather seat and ran his hands around the polished wood and chrome steering wheel. He turned the key to the accessory setting and opened the sun roof. He laughed to himself as he remembered the time that he and his brother had been speeding down Route 66. Dick had stuck his head up through the sunroof and caught a face full of bird shit.

Suddenly, the lights went out and the entire garage was cast into darkness. He waited a moment to see if they would come back on; when they didn't, he turned on his headlights. In front of his car was a vision in a sheer white dress. She stood with her back to him, her feet about shoulder width apart and her hands at her side. Her hair caught just enough light to look like a halo. Fog began to cascade off the workbench and spill across the floor. When the opening synthesizer notes filled the garage, she began to twirl.

His dick was instantly hard.

As she spun, she sat down on the hood, then suddenly she was facing him through the windshield with her legs spread in a split and her dress floating down to cover only one leg. He barely had time to notice before she turned around and rolled over, her legs spread wide apart, and he caught the briefest glance of lacy white panties before her gossamer-like dress settled back down over her dark skin. Again, she turned and rolled and she was facing him.

He watched, hungry with desire for her, as she slid forward, her breasts pressed to the windshield. She wasn't wearing a bra beneath the thin material, and he could see her dark nipples. He turned on the high beams and the light diffused in the gathering fog, giving the room an ethereal glow.

He knew this song was four minutes and twenty-three seconds long, but he wasn't sure if it would last forever or be over in a flash. He watched, enraptured, as she continued to roll, spin, and slide around on the hood of his car. In a small corner of his mind, he wondered if it would be appropriate to enshrine it so that his moment would never be lost.

As the guitar began to cry out its solo, she slid off the hood and began to spin. Her dress rose and revealed that her hips were covered with just the briefest of material, that her dark legs were long for her height, she had narrow hips, and a nearly flat stomach. Then the solo ended as she stepped up onto the bumper, then back on the hood. As the repeated chorus reached its crescendo and began to fall off, she kicked one foot up and rested it on the lip of the sunroof. She pushed off with her other leg and, just as the song ended, she perched herself where her foot had been and let her legs dangle down into the car.

"Wow," was all he could say, there just weren't words, or there wasn't enough blood in his brain to form words. She lifted the front of her skirt in invitation. He leaned forward and nuzzled between her spread legs. The singer told the uncaring couple that in the still of the night, the wolf howled and came round your door.

"I'm glad," she panted, a bit out of breath, "that you liked it." She let out a soft cooing sound as he continued to nuzzle her and his thumb began to stroke along the gusset of her panties. "Mind if I join you?" He backed away and let her drop the rest of the way into the car.

She scampered between the seats. Once she was settled in the back, she grabbed him by the shirt and began to haul him into the backseat with her. When he was sprawled in the back as well, she climbed on top of him. "I've never had sex in a car," she whispered in his ear, then her tongue flicked out and his arousal spiked again.

"You won't be able to say that again," he promised in a rough whisper and ran his hands up her thighs. Her ass was small and firm, maybe even a bit bony, but he didn't care. Right now, she was his dream girl, and she wanted him almost as much as he wanted her.

"Then gimme all your love tonight," she said and laughed wickedly in his ear as she rose up and pulled his head between her breasts. He pulled her dress open, careful not to damage it, and gazed upon her chest for only the briefest of moments before dipping his head and drawing her thick, dark nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard on it as his hand caressed the other.

He was out of his mind for her. He didn't know if she was really into role-play, or if she had just stumbled into it. Leticia hadn't said anything about it after their party, but his poly wives had all been giving him knowing grins for a week.

He worked his way up her chest and along her neck, looking for that one spot. He found one at the base of her neck nestled against her collarbone, but every woman had that spot. He continued to work his way up her neck, and about an inch below her ear, he drew his teeth across her skin and she nearly came unglued on him. He sucked on the area and swirled his tongue against it, he was going to leave a hickey there that would cover half her neck if he had his way.

She grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him back. Their tongues wrestled as they kissed, and she cooed as he kneaded and stroked her ass. When he slipped a finger under her panties, she was damp, warm, and vocal.

"I want you so bad." He turned and lifted slightly. She fell back into the seat and nestled in the corner of the seat and the door frame.

"Then come take me." She teasingly lifted the hem of her skirt and smiled at him.

He lunged to move between her legs and kissed her again. He ran a hand up to tangle his fingers in her hair. It was softer than he thought it would be, but voluminous enough to really give him something to hold on to.

"Oh, the things I'm going to do to you." He used her body to hold himself up as he reached between her legs and fumbled his way past the hem of her skirt. "Feel how hard I am for you." She took his hint and began to pull his shorts off. He finally got past all the interfering material of her dress and found what he was looking for.

"Lift up," he growled as he wrapped his hand around the gusset of her panties. When he yanked them down, he wasn't particularly gentle, and it took him more than one try, but once he got them down to her knees, he pulled them off one leg but didn't worry about the other. He brought his hand back up and cupped her mound.

She was hot, and a bit wet. He trailed his finger along her slit and got a bit of her wetness on his finger; this he swirled around so that she was much more lubricated, then he shoved his finger into her. "Fucking amazing," he said, his breath ragged with want and need as she ran her cool hands along his length and played with his balls. "Need more hands; I want to touch you everywhere." He slipped a second finger into her for just a second, and then pulled out so that he could grab her hip and slide it closer to the edge of the seat.

He realized he was shaking slightly as he bunched up the front of her skirt. He glanced down and saw that her bush was dark and curly, and her lips were full and welcoming. "Guide me in," he instructed her as he lowered his hips. He spread her legs a bit further with one leg and the opposite hand. She rubbed the head of his cock across her opening, and he thought he might just cum right there. He kept control of himself, though, and leaned into her.

"Oh fuck," he moaned as he sank deep into her. "Your pussy is so fucking hot." He untangled the hand from her hair and braced himself against the door frame. With the other hand, he grabbed her leg and lifted it slightly so that he could push deeper into her.

She let out a long, low moan and ran her nails up his back. He let go of her leg and wrapped his arm around her lower back. It was then that he discovered the best thing about sex in the back seat of a car. He planted his feet against the bottom of the door and started to pound her with his whole body. His legs, his back, the arm braced against the door frame, were all just there to help him fuck her harder.

She sank her nails into his back and wrapped one leg around him. Her mouth grabbed his and it felt like she was sucking the very life out of him. He broke away and breathed hard against her neck. She wrapped her mouth around his neck and began to suck as she kissed and nibbled him. She was going to leave a huge mark and he didn't much care as long as he just got to keep fucking her like this.

It hadn't been long, and he could feel the orgasm coming, but he couldn't slow down now. "I'm going to fill your pussy, then I'm going to keep right on fucking you sensele-" he broke off in an inarticulate growl as his balls felt like they were exploding. Good to his word, though, he kept right on pumping her. He figured he might get another minute, but then he didn't sag so he kept right on going. His body began to rebel, and he had to slow down. He could feel the cramp building in his calf, so he planted his foot on the floor and stretched the calf, which also altered his angle of penetration.

"Right there," she moaned. "Right. There. Not too fast. Longer." She began to pant, so he sped up, but she told him to slow down. "The long build," she said with a smile. When he was all the way forward and pulling back, her face scrunched up and she gripped him with everything she had. It wasn't quite as solid as a hand, definitely a lot slicker, but it still felt good.

He took several fairly short strokes that mostly just teased her. She began to beg for more in between panting breaths. He took a long stroke forward, which made her mouth open and draw a deep breath. He went clear to the hilt so that his pubic bone and hair were grinding against her as he rocked his hips from side to side. "Again," she said as she leaned up to kiss him.

She squeezed him all the way out. Her hands abandoned his back and moved between them. He thought maybe she was going to rub herself off under him. He slid all the way back into her before he realized she wasn't stroking herself, she was spreading herself open for him. "Oh, gods," she exclaimed as he pushed up against her. "Keep it right there." She was squeezing him rhythmically in time to the music that filled the garage as she rocked against him.

He slid his free hand up her leg, along her hip, and up her flank until he found her tit. He wrapped his hand around it and captured her nipple between his thumb and knuckle. Her voice was lost in a string of incoherent syllables as she humped against him. He flexed his entire body with the purpose of literally driving her into the seat. She broke and let out a long scream that was even louder in the confines of the car. After a moment of this she begged him to let her breathe.

He slid most of the way out of her and lifted his body off of her, but he didn't back away completely. "How flexible are you?" he asked as he lightly ran his fingers up and down her thighs.