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.

Dickins Family FunChapter 8- More Sisters, More SecretsBy NaughteeDragon

Dickins Family FunChapter 8- More Sisters, More SecretsBy NaughteeDragon

Jane sat at her desk reviewing a thick case file when there was a knock at her door. The tall woman who entered her office was striking and radiated a commanding presence. Her blonde hair was pulled into a perfect French twist, and her make-up looked like it had been applied by a professional. Her black, knee-length skirt and matching jacket were cut to highlight the perfect lines of her form and the length of her torso. The matching black leather boots stopped just below the knee, and the exposed bit of leg was tanned just enough to be healthy and radiant. The designer handbag held in her perfectly manicured hands probably cost more than Jane made in a month, which was no small amount, especially by government employee standards.

"Patricia," Jane said with genuine affection as she stood up and straightened her own jacket.

A smile broke the severe façade of the woman in the doorway. "Hello, Jane. Working hard, I see."

"A bit. Come in, sit down." Jane motioned to the chair on the left that faced her desk, knowing that it was more comfortable and in better shape.

"Actually, I was here to see if you would join me for lunch."

Jane fretted a bit. Opening arguments were scheduled in a case before a special magistrate in two hours. However, one did not turn down lunch with someone from the Governor's office, especially if she was your sister-in-law. "I'd be delighted to."

"Excellent. I have reservations at Angelo's. We should be back in plenty of time for your afternoon hearing."

Jane realized that she had just stepped into a trap. That was all she needed now. She was angry with herself for walking into it. After all, it was much too late in the season for Patricia to be wearing anything so dark and heavy, which meant that it was worn for effect. Reservations at Angelo's meant that this meeting was planned. She was no longer hungry.

"Why don't we walk?" Patricia said. Underlings melted out of the way as the women made their way through the crowded hallways. Jane had developed a certain reputation for severity in dealing with incompetents, but Patricia had an air about her. Even Jane called her ma'am on occasion.

At the restaurant, Patricia was greeted by name and immediately shown to a table in a private area with windows overlooking the restaurant's fresh herb garden. Wine was offered and declined, the menu was recited and ordered from, and a small tray of cheese and fruit was left for the ladies to select from while their food was prepared by an Italian man whose English was so accented it sounded like another language.

Through the soup course, they inquired after each other's families and recreational activities. Over salad, they discussed their respective community outreach programs. During the main course, the topic turned to the rest of the Dickins family, and Jane finally relaxed her guard. She glanced at her watch as dessert was served; she had about a half-hour until she needed to be in court.

"I understand you're bookending the weekend of the Twins' birthday and taking a long weekend," Patricia said in a deliberately offhand manner.

Jane was grateful she had the bite in her mouth; it gave her a moment to think. "Yes," she said as she daubed her lips with her napkin, "Bill and I are taking a long weekend together. Basketball season is over for us and it should be the last full weekend I get before the Pruitt case opens."

"Ah, well, that should be nice. Where are you going?"

"We thought we might go to Austin. I've started listening to blues and old country music. Trying to expand my cultural understanding."

Jane took a bite to give her hostess time to speak; she wasn't sure that Patricia was really buying her story. "Mum is terribly upset that everyone seems to have plans that weekend. The Twins are, of course, turning thirty this year and she wants to throw them a proper party. However, they too have 'other plans' that weekend."

"Oh?"

"The Twins have a knack for finding trouble on their birthday. Last year, they were arrested. The charges would have been extensive and highly embarrassing to the family. Fortunately, they took care of the issue before it became public knowledge and ruined all of our credibility." She took a bite of her dessert and gave Jane a significant look.

"What did they do?" She was sure that Patricia wouldn't give her the salacious details, even if she had wanted them.

"I'm not sure this is the proper setting for discussing the mating habits of orangutans." Patricia's tone made Jane think of scraping animal feces off the sole of her shoe.

"Ah, I see."

"Have you talked to Michael lately?" Patricia's light tone signified as much of a change in direction as much as the question did..

Jane breathed a mental sigh of relief. She regularly met with District Attorney Michael Johnson, her boss, and candidate for Attorney General in the fall election. "Just this morning. He has a very keen interest in the Pruitt investigation, but has to remain separated, for obvious reasons. There are several other cases I have to keep him abreast of, though," Jane finished. She tried to figure out where this conversation was going, because Patricia should be broadly aware that Pruitt wasn't her only case, just her most important one.

Jason Pruitt, her boss' adult step-nephew, was being charged with aggravated assault and attempted murder. The case was being handled by their district instead of where the crime occurred because the accused was the son of that District Attorney. After her handling of the Menandiz case, somebody thought she was a good candidate for another high-profile case.

"Yes, that really is unfortunate. What's even worse is that he could have had no control over it; his nephew has been estranged from the family for years. Do you think they'll accept a plea bargain?" Jane was sure this was going somewhere, Patricia was too politically astute to not be familiar with the interviews the defense attorney was giving.

"Not likely. James Pascal is a tough attorney. He never takes a plea bargain if he thinks he even has a glimmer of hope." She hadn't faced off against Pascal yet, but her boss had crossed swords with him on a few occasions.

"That's too bad. Knowing Pascal, he'll probably pit father against son in the trial, deflect blame onto Albert for his son's abhorrent behavior. Even if he doesn't, Albert's standing in the community, and as a District Attorney, is going to be ruined by the nature of this case. He hasn't submitted his resignation yet, but it's only a matter of time. The blowback on Michael may obscure his viability to run for Attorney General, as well."

Jane stopped for a moment and took in the expression on Patricia's face. "Truly?" She had already surmised as much about Albert, but she needed to bring her hostess to the point she was trying to make.

"I'm afraid so. The political tension of recent years has made people suspicious of the government. Only Albert and Michael's solid reputations have kept them in this long, but I'm afraid that Mr. Pascal will destroy one or both of them, and we simply cannot afford that at this time." Patricia critically examined a slice of kiwi, then bit into it and chewed slowly.

Jane tried in vain to avoid thinking about who the possible replacements for her boss could be. She knew she was deserving, but she was still considered a little young to be a DA. She was also a foreigner. Being English wasn't like being Chinese or French, but some would still try to use it against her. However, if she nailed this case, she would have the reputation and name recognition to at least put her name in the hat.

Patricia continued speaking. "The Governor will be looking for someone smart, reliable, hard working, and most of all, free of scandal and hints of impropriety." She raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow in a suggestive manner that spoke volumes.

Jane put her fork down and wiped her mouth, the bite of tiramisu turning to ashes in her mouth as the other shoe dropped. The subject hadn't changed at all. She glanced at her watch.

Patricia pushed her plate away and wiped the corners of her mouth. "I know you have a busy afternoon, and time is getting away from us."

"Thank you, I was about to say the same." They didn't have to wait for the waiter to bring the check, he was at Patricia's beck and call. The maitre'd acknowledged their leaving and wished them a pleasant afternoon. Idly, she wondered what it would be like to be able to enjoy such perks, and realized that she may be on her way to finding out, providing what Patricia was implying was indeed true. All she had to do was win the Pruitt case, no small matter in and of itself, and do it without embarrassing the entire government.

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Jane sat staring at herself in the vanity table mirror. Slowly, she pulled the pick through her curly hair and wondered for the thousandth time if going to Katie's party was going to somehow compromise her. She hadn't been able to get the conversation with Patricia out of her head all week. Her musing was interrupted by Bill leaning over her shoulder to nuzzle her neck. She gave no resistance as his hand slipped inside her bathrobe and ran over the lace material of her bra.

"The purple one, huh? You remember what happened the last time you wore the purple set, don't you?"

"I remember very well what happened. I'm not quite sure how it happened so quickly, but I definitely remember it happening." She smiled at him in the mirror and tilted her head so he could kiss her cheek.

"I thought you said there wasn't going to be any sex at this party. If there is, that would be really unfair, since I'm not going to get to have nearly as much fun."

"Oh, please. Last year, you drank so much at the year-end conference meeting that I had to get help getting you back to the room." She gave him a sardonic look in the mirror. "You do remember that, right?"

"Not really," he said with a laugh. "I had good reason to be that drunk. I was the new guy and everybody was buying me drinks. It would have been rude to say no." He laughed as she rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Besides, the hotel room was handy. Not to mention it had a great view."

He waggled his eyebrows at her and she blushed as she remembered being pressed, naked, up against the glass door to the balcony as Bill made love to her from behind. The lights of Los Angeles had twinkled in a panorama before them.

"Maybe I should just plan to get a room and have you join me after your party." Bill's voice was low and suggestive. They hadn't planned to stay at the hotel since the meeting was only a few miles from the house this year.

"You are incorrigible." She removed his hand from inside her robe. "However, that sounds like a really good idea since I'm going to spend my entire evening drinking wine and talking about sex. You might be the one in trouble this year."

"Mm, I hope so. You know, they have a room with a private hot tub."

"Get it," she replied. "Make sure it has an unobstructed view this time. I'm pretty sure someone was watching us from across the street last year." She continued combing out her hair as she watched the mirror, but saw nothing as she ran through the implications of the conversation with Patricia again.

He gave her another kiss. "Something's bothering you, you look a little distracted."

She heaved a heavy sigh. "Patricia stopped by my office a few days ago and invited me to lunch. I didn't think anything of it until she let it drop that everybody in the family seemed to have plans for the weekend of the Twins' birthday, and that your mum was upset by it. Then she tells me that last year, the Twins and their wives almost got in a lot of trouble on their birthdays for some very inappropriate behavior. Last, but not least, she implied that Michael may end up losing his job over the case that I am trying right now. Then she said that any candidate would need to be 'free of any hint of impropriety.'"

"Impropriety, you? Does she realize who she's talking to? Nobody in the world, other than me, James, and Iris, would believe for a minute that you had ever done anything scandalous. Besides," Bill continued as he nuzzled her neck, "it's none of Patricia's business what you do in your own bedroom, or your living room, or on the kitchen counter, or the porch swing at the cabin, or-"

"That's enough," she blushed as she pushed him away and went back to fixing her hair. He was right, though, she told herself. It was none of Patricia's, or anyone else's, business what she did behind her bedroom door. Her apprehension about the evening finally began to evaporate. She was just going to a get-together with her sisters-in-law, then going to meet up with her husband after a business meeting. It was no big deal, it would not affect her career, it would not keep her from being promoted.

No matter how many times she said it, though, she could never quite shake the quiet little voice inside that said that smart, professional women did not risk their entire careers for a little wild sex.

Bill took the pick from her and began to comb her hair in careful strokes. She smiled at him in the mirror. She felt the stirring of an erection almost as soon as he started touching her hair. She was sure it wouldn't be long until he was fully erect, but he stepped back far enough that it wasn't poking her. She 'let' her robe fall open so he could see her breasts.

"You'd better hurry up and get dressed. You need to leave for Katie's party in ten minutes, and you don't want to be late for wine and sex talk." His teasing and emphasis on 'sex talk' made her smile.

"I am dressed," she said archly.

"Half naked, drinking wine, and talking about sex? I'm not so sure I should let you go to this party." He smiled as his hands came to rest on her shoulders and began to rhythmically squeeze. "Heaven only knows what you girls are going to get up to."

Despite his playful tone, she knew there was a certain amount of trepidation there as well. He was still not completely sold on the idea that going to the Twins' party was a really good idea, but he was willing to try it. "Don't worry, nothing's going to happen tonight. The older sisters are holding this party to help us younger girls." She sighed contentedly and leaned back into him; she was right about his erection. "I will admit I'm still a little nervous, too. I mean, this is so not how I was raised."

"But if it's just to talk about how things happen at these parties, why are you wearing a bath robe and sexy underwear instead of jeans and a blouse?"

"Katie said something about trying on costumes for next weekend, maybe making it some kind of masquerade or something. If I'm going to be changing in front of them, I certainly don't want to be wearing granny panties and an old woman bra." It was her turn to blush now. "Besides, I do want to look a little sexy. I mean, wouldn't you want them to think you were sexy if you were in my shoes?"

"I guess I can see that," Bill said after a moment's thought.

She watched him in the mirror. He wanted to say something. She gave him time to compose his thoughts before she said anything. She was about to ask him what it was when he started talking.

"I'm just worried about where the line of 'too far' is. I don't want us to go somewhere that might screw up what we have. One of the coaches of the men's team is going through a divorce right now because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. I know everybody in our family seems to have pretty stable relationships, but think about all the people we know who are still single at our age, or are divorced by now."

She turned around and wrapped her arms around her husband. She pretended not to notice his embarrassment as she tucked his engorged cock into the front of her robe. Now that he had finally articulated how he felt, she could completely understand. Half the people in her department were divorced, single, or stuck in a miserable relationship and she didn't envy them at all. At least her husband cared enough to be concerned. She looked up at him. "I love you so much. You are so good to me. I want you to be completely honest; do you think this is going too far?"

He sat down on the trunk at the foot of the bed and took her hands in his. "I don't know," he said after a long minute, "that's why I'm concerned. If I knew one way or the other, the answer would be easy. Unfortunately, if it is too far, we won't know it until it's too late."

Answers that would minimize his fears or make the case for going popped into her head in rapid succession with a lawyer's analysis of arguments and counter-arguments. However, she dismissed them all for what they were- debating points and lawyer's arguments. He was a good, caring man and he deserved an honest answer from a loving wife. She brought his hands up and kissed his palms.

"If you say you don't want to go, we won't go." She tried to communicate her love and sincerity with her eyes as she looked into his. "I won't risk you or our love for each other to satisfy a sexual curiosity. It's not worth it. Nothing in the world is worth what you give me."

She felt like she was flying through the air when he pulled her up off the bench, swung her around and deposited her on the bed. Instantly he was on top of her, his hands tangling in her hair. "Gods, I love you," he growled as he crushed his lips to hers.

She'd barely had a chance to realize what was happening when his tongue invaded her mouth; she sucked on the intruder and smiled to herself as he groaned deeply. In response, he freed a hand and slid it in between her legs and cupped her pussy as he kissed her harder. She was torn, she should be leaving for Katie's at any moment, and Bill still hadn't finished getting ready for his meeting. On the other hand, her husband was about to take her in a very possessive way that she found very erotic. Her mind was made up when he shifted his weight and spread her legs with his own.

"Yes," she hissed as he pulled her underwear aside and pressed his erection against her. She lifted her knees slightly and he slid into her with a solid thrust. She felt so wanton as he drove her into the mattress, she was still dressed in the clothes she was going to be wearing to the party tonight and she almost didn't care. She knew her hair was going to be a mess as he wound his other hand back into it.

She was just glad she hadn't put lipstick on yet, because it would have been destroyed by now.

She couldn't remember a time he had ever so completely owned her, and she rather liked it. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist so she could just ride what he was doing to her. The change in position resulted in his pubic bone smashing into her clit on every stroke as he pushed deeper into her. Only the lace of her panties protected her clit from grinding in his pubic hair.

"Fuck me!" she cried out when Bill's mouth abandoned hers. She knew she was done for when his lips found the spot on her neck. There was a nerve there that seemed to be attached to the pleasure center in her brain and his tongue seemed to know right where it was. She buckled under the intense sensation of his tongue and his driving cock, and her orgasm hit, not like a wave but like a bolt of lightning. She begged him to keep fucking her until the last shock of pleasure faded from her body.