Dickins Family Fun

Warnings: Despite the name, this story does not contain any incest. There are a couple of words in this chapter that are considered homophobic slurs now days, but were used commonly without overt malice in the time frame this is set in. This chapter includes pegging.

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 4- Heart of the MatterBy NaughteeDragon

Dickins Family FunChapter 4- Heart of the MatterBy NaughteeDragon

James opened the door to his house and entered quietly. He assumed Jenny would be upstairs sleeping, and he didn't want to wake her. At least, he didn't want to wake her until he crawled into bed beside her. He kicked off his shoes and crept through the living room, focused on the stairs that led up to the master suite.

"Not even going to say good morning?" The sultry voice behind him didn't startle him; rather, it made him smile as he turned around. In the large, two-person recliner sat his wife, covered to the throat by a handmade maroon and gold Sun Devils quilt. Her coppery red tresses cascaded down around her face and spilled over the quilt. Her lips were painted a lush red and looked delectably kissable.

"Morning, my sweet." James knelt down in front of the chair and hugged her through the blanket. As he looked closer, he realized that she must have been up for quite a while getting ready for him. She had made herself up, curled her hair in elaborate ringlets, and was wearing a perfume he didn't recognize but liked very much. He reached up and touched his lips to hers. Their kiss was long and sensual.

Jane had an interesting kissing style, but he much preferred Jenny's. Her lips were fuller and sealed much better against his own. There was nothing sloppy about kissing her; it was all in the lips.

"Was it everything you hoped for?" she asked, after they finally broke their kiss.

"And more," he replied.

"Really?" Her voice wavered just a bit. James knew what was coming next; Jenny had felt threatened by other women for years. A lot of it was his fault. He'd known her since she was very young, her being the younger sister of his best friend. He also spent a lot of time at Bill and Jenny's house, mostly to stay away from his own abusive and dysfunctional parents. His ability at soccer had given him a social cachet that put him on par with the Dickins' upper-middle class standing, so he and Bill had cut a wide swath through the female population of their high school while Jenny watched from the sidelines. College had opened up entirely new vistas of opportunity for him.

When she had seduced him at the end of his sophomore year of college, it had turned his entire world upside down. He loved the stream of women and fangirls who made sure that he never really had to spend a night alone if he didn't want to. Relationships in an environment like that had never really had a chance, though. Between that and his own childhood experiences, he had resigned himself to going through life as a fuckboy bachelor. Jenny had shown him another option, but she'd had to be very forgiving as he struggled to learn the new rules.

Only their marriage had given Jenny a sense of security in her relationship with James. The fact that his best friend would never forgive him if he broke his little sister's heart had helped keep James on the straight and narrow. He wondered if Jenny saw last night as the first crack in the walls of their relationship. He would tell her something that would make her feel better and turn her on at the same time.

"But not for the reasons you might think." He gave her the grin that had been his opening move for years.

James stood up and held out a hand to her. She snaked a hand out, and he caught sight of something white, sheer, and sexy. When he pulled her to her feet, the quilt fell away, and his jaw dropped.

She was draped with a sheer, white robe, trimmed in white fur. Beneath it, her soft, voluptuous curves were enhanced by a white satin corset. Her ample breasts were spilling out of the top, and when she stretched her arms above her head, her large nipples threatened to pop out. His eyes raked down her body to take in the scrap of white lace that was masquerading as underwear. White stockings, attached by garters to the corset, set his pulse racing. The crowning achievement was a pair of white, strappy high heels; what Jenny normally referred to as her 'fuck me pumps'. She hadn't worn that collection of lingerie since their wedding night.

James groaned in satisfaction as he pulled her hard against him. Her head tipped back as his lips sought her throat. Her body was lush, full, and hot against him. "God, you look good in white," he breathed into her. In response, she raked her nails up his back and down his arms. With one hand, he reached up and began to pull at the buttons on his shirt. As he pulled at them, she leaned forward and ran her tongue around and into his ear. She reached down and yanked at his belt, which pulled loose. Another flick of her skillful fingers and his pants were sliding over his hips.

"Not the red ones," Jenny stuck out her bottom lip in a pronounced pout as she looked down at the Speedo-type underwear he'd worn the night before.

"Sorry," James murmured. He looked at her; she was so adorable when she pouted. He leaned forward and nipped her bottom lip. "For what it's worth, they worked; even Bill was impressed."

"Really?" Jenny looked astonished. "That's saying something, considering, you know, how ―" she moved her hands to indicate a larger than average length.

"You actually know that about your brother?"

"James," Jenny said in a very matter-of-fact tone. "I grew up in a house with seven men; half of whom have been flamboyant exhibitionists since birth. You lived there for a while, you know. I can't tell you the number of times I saw them streaking through the house or skinny dipping in the pool." She gave him a sly look. "Sadly, I never got to see, but it wasn't for a lack of trying."

James gave her an intrigued look, wondering if that was the root of her voyeuristic tendencies. Her parents always insisted on swim trunks when Jenny was home; he and Bill had never skinny dipped unless they had other girls over and she wasn't around. He had always made sure he had short when he got out of the shower. Disappointing Margo, his quasi-adoptive mother, was something he went out of his to avoid.

"Don't give me that look," she said as she gave a wry smile. "It wasn't intentional! I got stuck in Bill's closet once; I was in there poking around, looking for something. He came in with this letter from Jane and promptly flopped down on the bed." Her look became more amused now. "To make matters worse, he starts reading it out loud, not very loud, but just loud enough that I could overhear what he said. It was... descriptive, shall we say. Well, before I could do or say anything, he whips it out and starts stroking himself." She blushed a deep red. "It was... educational."

"Did he ever find out?" James asked, assuming not. Bill would have said something to him about it.

"Oh, God no! My brother and I love each other dearly, but I don't think that he would be very happy if he knew that I watched him pleasure himself." She was blushing so deeply that her shoulders were actually colored now.

"Especially if he knew that you got off on it. Didn't you?" James managed to say it without sounding accusing. She nodded, but said nothing. "You are so... bad," James said in an 'I-like-'em-bad' tone of voice. James pushed her gently back down into the chair as she gave him a coquettish smile. He climbed into the chair with her and straddled her legs. He pushed the back down and she kicked out the footboard, locking the chair into a reclining position. "Show me how you do it. Show me how you get yourself off."

It was by no means the first time he had asked her to masturbate for his pleasure, and it certainly wouldn't be the last time, either. "Under one condition," she said, running her hands up and rubbing the material of her robe against the exposed tops of her breasts. "I want you to tell me all about it, every detail: every moan, every groan, every screaming orgasm. I want to hear it all."

James leaned forward and crushed her soft form under his. His tongue plundered her mouth and she gave as good as she got. He kissed down her chin, down her throat, around the base of her neck and up to her ear. "You asked for it," he said with a devilish tone. "I'm warning you, though, there are a few surprises along the way, but I think you'll like them." He tangled his fingers in her hair and his mouth went to work on her ear; kissing, nibbling, sucking, and licking.

She pushed him upright, and he settled back on his haunches. "So, where do you want to start?" he asked, eager to be sharing this with the woman he loved and lusted for.

"How did it start? Who got naked first?"

"We trapped her between us. We started kissing her; nibbling and sucking on her neck, lips, and ears." As he talked, he ran a finger across his wife's lips, along her jaw line, and up around her ear. "We were using hands on her too, like this," he slid his hands up her flanks and cupped her breasts. When he went lower again, he grazed his nails across her stomach where her robe was open.

"Ooh," she moaned as James continued to talk, describing the way Jane would moan and squeak. He described the contrast of his light skin against Jane's dark chocolate hue. He suspected that part of Jenny's attraction to Jane was based on their stark physical differences. Jenny's eyes were closed, as though she was trying to picture what James was talking about. Her hands began to wander over her body of their own accord.

"She shivered when I unzipped her dress." He blew across the tops of her breasts and untied the satin ribbon that was holding her top shut. She shivered under him and her hands came up to squeeze her breasts. James pulled at the laces as he told her about laying Jane on the dining room table. "I sucked her nipple into my mouth." He took Jenny's nipple between his teeth and pulled on it lightly. Her large nipple stiffened in his mouth. "Meanwhile, Bill was teasing her other one." He moved to the other breast and swirled his tongue in circles around her areola, pausing occasionally to blow on it.

She moaned, displacing James's lips as she pulled at her nipples and squeezed her breasts together. James lifted himself off of her so that he could pull off his underwear, which was starting to get very restrictive. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He continued talking as he settled down next to her and traced a lazy finger up her thigh.

"We moved into the bedroom and spread out on the bed. Our hands and lips were everywhere on her." He cupped the warm spot between Jenny's legs and gave it a gentle squeeze before dragging his finger along the lace material. "She squirmed and writhed under our touch," he ran tickling fingers along Jenny's stomach and hips. She made a sound that was half a giggle, half a groan of pleasure. The more he talked, the more he teased, the louder Jenny got.

"Tell me," Jenny said, when he talked about Jane going down on him. "Did she scratch you? Could she get her mouth around you?"

"She's an amateur next to you. She could barely get my head in her mouth without scraping me. She mostly had to use her tongue." He kissed her. "I've never met a woman that sucks my cock as well as you." Her smile told him that he'd said the right thing.

Jenny brought his finger into her mouth and slid it in and out a couple of times. She continued to suck on his finger as her hands pressed their way down her body. She moaned when her fingers slid under the waistband of her thong as James told her about tasting his cum in Jane's mouth while Bill pounded her from behind.

"Did you like it?" Jenny asked. "Would you do it again?" He could hear the hope and desire in her tone.

"You mean would I taste it in your mouth?" Jenny nodded. "I would." Her eyes closed and her back arched as her fingers danced under the thin material of her panties. "Does that turn you on?" he growled in her ear, knowing it did.

"Yeeeesssss!" She shimmied out of the lace that covered her. James gaped in amazement at what he saw. She had shaved herself. She normally kept a landing strip of her very pretty flame-red hair. She had never gone full Brazilian. He dropped the kick-board, causing the recliner to rock forward. He dropped to the floor, draped her knees over his shoulders, and proceeded to run his tongue over the bare skin around her opening. She writhed, squirmed, and giggled as he kissed, licked, and teased.

"Like that, do you?" she asked. He didn't even stop to answer, but rather let his actions answer for him. "You like my naked little pussy?" She sighed as he ran his tongue from her ass, up her opening, around her clit, and over her bare skin. "I thought you wanted to watch me play with it," she panted.

"How the hell do you expect me to make a choice like that?" he asked between licks.

"Lie down and I'll make it for you," she replied.

He complied with her request. She stood over him and pulled her robe out behind her. She settled down and straddled him, the plump cheeks of her ass resting on his chest. The diaphanous material of her robe was smooth on his cock, which pointed at the sky. He watched as she ran her fingers over her smooth flesh and pulled open her swollen lips. She dipped a finger into the wetness and began making two-fingered circles on her clit. "Keep talking," she instructed him as she cooed in pleasure.

She rubbed herself at a slow pace as he described the taste of Jane's pussy. He knew about her desire to taste another woman; Jane in particular. He described with as much detail as he could what it was like, and how she reacted. Jenny seemed to be far gone, moaning and groaning as she ground her pussy against her fingers. Then she slowed down again, her hands trailing over the rest of her body. She seemed to be waiting for something, some big moment that would drive her over the top.

He described Jane settling down over him, the feeling of her stretching around him. Jenny's hands dipped lower again, rubbing over her mound and squeezing her lips. When she touched her clit, she drew in a sharp breath. She was close, he knew by the sound of her breathing that she could peak any minute. He decided to tell her the one thing that would, he expected, absolutely set her off.

"Bill crawled into the bed, Jane was sitting up on me again. He leaned over and kissed her." She was rubbing herself furiously now; two fingers literally a blur over her clit. "Then I took Bill by the cheek and pressed my lips to his."

"Oh, God!" Jenny screamed out. Her tone was as much surprise as ecstasy. He lifted her ass from his chest and sealed his lips to hers, tasting her tangy, caramel-like cum as it flooded his mouth. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him hard against her as she fucked his mouth. After several seconds of not being able to breathe, he was released and fell back.

Jenny slid down him, then brought her legs together and trapped his cock in the junction of her thighs so that it was pushed against the smooth wetness of her pussy. She ground against him a little bit. "Your hair tickles me now." A serious expression settled over her features. "You kissed him?"

"I did," he responded simply. He knew that he would have to explain the rest of it to her. He took a breath and forged ahead. "I know that you think it's sexy when two tough-looking guys kiss." He swallowed. "To tell you the truth, the idea used to make me queasy, but knowing that it turns you on allowed me to let it occupy the occasional fantasy. I didn't think I'd ever do it, so I kept it to myself."

"You couldn't tell me about it?" Her tone sounded like she was hurt by it, but there were other tones he couldn't quite place.

"I didn't know if I could bring myself to do it. I mean, I know the idea turns you on, but I just couldn't really picture myself doing it. Then Bill came to me with this proposition of a threesome, and there was an opportunity. If we were going to go that far, I thought maybe we could go a little farther. He was... uncomfortable, but your brother is the best friend anyone could ask for. He said he would do it for me. He let me kiss him. He let me stroke and suck his cock, just so that I could experience it."

She rested her head on his shoulder. He could feel her tremble and realized she was crying. "Jenny, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

When she looked up at him, her face was already a wreck. She was not one of those girls that could cry and still be pretty. Her face was blotchy, her eyes were red and swollen, her mascara was smeared and running.

"You say you did this in part for me, but you didn't tell me about it until afterwards?" She pushed herself up off of him and wiped at her eyes, smearing her mascara even worse. "It's just like being kids again. You two do everything together and tell me about it afterward." She yanked at something on her left hand. "Fine, why don't you just move in with them and be their bitch!"

HIs anger flared, he was nobody's bitch. He started to push himself up as he saw her hand arc forward. Something bounced off his chest and she ran from the room.

He looked down to see her wedding ring lying on the carpet next to him. His anger died, leaving him feeling cold and hollow. It was a feeling he knew all too well.

"Shit," he said out loud to no one in particular. He rolled over and picked up the glittering gold and diamond ring. He pushed himself up and followed her to the bedroom, but the door was locked. He knocked on the door, but she screamed at him to go away.

Dejected and upset, he made his way down the hall to the guest bathroom for a hot shower. He needed to clear his head and figure out how to fix this. Bill and Jane had always been his best source of relationship advice, but this time he was going to have to muddle through on his own.

*****

Jane looked around the salon nervously. She should not be nervous; after all, Iris had been doing her hair for over five years now. Her roommate had dropped out of college at the end of her sophomore year after she went all 'New Age' and decided that traditional, patriarchal, monotheistic, capitalistic society was keeping her from achieving personal growth. When her parents told her they weren't supporting "some hippie" and cut off her access to her education trust, she had to find another way to support herself. She took something she loved and turned it into a career.

Coming to have her hair and nails done was something Jane had been doing regularly since Iris earned her beautician's license. She knew why she was nervous, though, and it had nothing to do with hair or nails.

It had been over a month since Bill had delivered on her fantasy. To his credit, he hadn't pushed her about reciprocating. The meltdown between James and Jenny had cooled him considerably on the prospect, though he used the excuse that there just wasn't time during the heart of the college basketball season.

Initially, nobody outside the four of them knew anything about what had happened. It had been a week before she even knew there was a problem. She suspected there was a problem, though, because both James and Jenny had been going out of their way to avoid her. Finally, she had gone to their house to talk to Jenny.