All events depicted in this story are entirely true and accurate, or at least as accurate as my memory can reconstruct. With that said, the names of the guilty have been changed for their protection. I sincerely hope that you enjoy this tale.
Some couples get into threesomes or hot-wifing later on in life, after the initial spark has faded and the doldrums of life start to lean in, they begin to look for a way to invigorate their sex lives.
Dawn and I were not that couple.
Our very first threesome came less than a year after we had begun dating. I'm not going to list our exact ages as of the time of this story, but I will point out that Dawn and I were high school sweethearts who married very young. The events from "Dawn and the Foreman" were rather far into the future at this point.
When Dawn and I began dating, I honestly could not understand what she saw in me. At the time, I was a red-haired, freckle-faced, skinny (some might rightly say "scrawny") young man who stood perhaps five feet, nine inches tall and weighed around one hundred forty-five pounds.
At the time, Dawn had also not yet fully grown into her womanly body... but Mother Nature had still been kind to her. Her thin frame boasted a perky set of C cup boobs, with just enough curve to her ass to turn the head of any guy. She had yet to begin lightening her hair, so back then, it was a rich, wavy brown that hung past her shoulders. Those piercing blue eyes have always been there, however... and those beautiful eyes captivated me then as they still do more than twenty-five years later.
Dawn and I both had sisters that were a good bit older than we were. Her sister lived in a secluded house just two doors down from her and had three very young children that she frequently called upon Dawn to babysit. My sister had one child, a son - though she had conceived him at a very early age, and as such, he was less than two years younger than me (and coincidentally, was almost the exact same age as Dawn).
My nephew Mike often lived with my family when I was growing up because his mother was a rather unstable young adult - often in and out of jobs, boyfriends, and living situations. As a result, he and I were quite close as kids, and at the time of this story, Mike was one of my best friends in the world.
Unlike me, however, Mike was an imposing physical specimen. He did share red hair and a light complexion with me, but the similarities ended there; my "little" nephew dwarfed me physically, standing well over six feet tall and weighing more than two hundred fifty pounds. As a matter of fact, Mike would later leave his first love of baseball to accept a full ride scholarship to play left tackle in football for a smaller college.
Since Mike and I were thick as thieves, it didn't take long for him and Dawn to meet... and the sparks between them were palpable. At first, she denied it, but later on, Dawn confessed to me - had she met Mike first, she told me, he may well have been the family member that she ended up with.
But she was with me, and we were happy. Mike would often join us for various activities; trips to minor league baseball games, movies, days at the park. Dawn and I were in that early, extremely expressive physical phase of our relationship, and made no effort to keep our hands off one another; Mike, by and large, played the role of a gentleman and ignored our frequent make-out sessions.
However, he could not resist teasing us from time to time, at which point Dawn would often tease back. Teasing grew into flirting and flirting occasionally toed the line of serious impropriety. Mike would sometimes joke along the lines that Dawn might need even more action to keep her satisfied, and she would fire right back that she didn't think the both of us could keep up with her. Somewhere along the way, things got a little out of hand, and the two of them ended up locked in a serious kiss.
That jolted everyone back to reality; after all, one simply does not kiss the serious girlfriend of one's uncle (brother?). He apologized, she apologized, and for a time, we stopped hanging out together. I had some serious jealousy issues, and verbally tore into her pretty harshly; I, of course, was worried that he was "better" than me, that I was now going to lose her to him.
Both of them apologized profusely to me. Dawn didn't mean to hurt me, she had just gotten carried away. Mike would never break the bro code and try to take my girl. After all, he and I were family, whereas she was just a hot girl. So for a while, I only saw either of them alone.
But that didn't last forever. After the little break, our times together resumed - as did the flirting. If anything, it got far more racy, even explicit, though everyone seemed content to keep all interactions within the realm of flirtation; the two of them were very careful to avoid any further physical contact.
Until one fateful summer afternoon.
I had gone to visit Dawn at her house, and Mike had tagged along. Dawn's mother and younger brother were the only ones home, and she informed me that her sister, Tina, was also not home - and would not be back for several hours.
Now, Dawn had a key to Tina's house, which only made sense with the various babysitting roles she filled. However, she and I had already misused that key a few times; teenagers typically have to stage their sexual trysts in the back seats of cars, on secluded hiking trails, that sort of thing. Access to an actual house - with actual furniture – and with little risk of being interrupted was the sort of luxury that was more precious than gold. Dawn made an innuendo to me about her sister's waterbed, and I was sold.
But what could we do about Mike? I was his ride. It wasn't like he was in a position to make himself scarce, and it felt rude to ask him to accompany us to another location specifically so that we could fuck while he sat and twiddled his thumbs.
He overheard our hushed conversation and jokingly suggested that he could just come and take part. However, he quickly allowed that he could actually watch TV or something, that he didn't mind, and would stay out of our way. It's not like we were difficult to convince, and so, we set off.
On our walk up, Dawn started kissing me, then moved to nibble on my ear. As Mike walked on ahead, she whispered in my ear. "What if he did join us?" she asked. "I mean, he is your nephew... and you two are so close. You share everything else..." she trailed off as we reached the front porch.
My heart was pounding as we unlocked the door and slipped inside. Dawn and I had snuck into Tina's house before, but this time felt more taboo, more risky. I wasn't entirely sure how serious she was with the whispering, but for some reason, it felt like a wholly logical suggestion. Perhaps it was all of the flirting in the weeks and months before, maybe it was raging hormones, maybe it was stereotypical poor teenage judgment... but I was suddenly quite ready to share my beautiful girlfriend with my nephew.
As Mike moved to sit down on the couch, Dawn answered any questions as to how serious she might be by looking right at me as she took his hand, then suggesting that he come see Tina's waterbed. Mike glanced at me, and I just smiled, so he stood straight up and followed us to the bedroom.
Once we arrived, it felt like I had stepped into some alternate dimension. Dawn gazed at me for a long moment with a strange smirk on her face, then turned and wrapped her arms around Mike's neck. An instant later, they were kissing deeply, passionately. For some reason, the jealousy I had felt at their first kiss had completely evaporated. I was nervous, but also very aroused.