Part 1
It was my first date with Megan. We had been spending the last week chatting via Tinder, and so far we were quite compatible. We were both married, similar age, both had two teenagers at home, both blonde and blue eyed, even worked in similar fields. And we were both looking for partners to explore various roleplay fantasies. I especially enjoyed Megan's penchant for naughty costumes and sharing pictures. She remarked that she was appreciative of my filthy and vivid imagination.
So as we sat there in the coffee shop on a Sunday afternoon, just out of earshot of the other customers, I was surprised that she proposed something that shocked even me.
"Did you notice that we kind of look alike?" she asked.
"I guess we do. Similar hair, eyes, similar features. Except for me being a foot taller."
"Right, but do you think someone might look over here and see us and think, like, maybe we were brother and sister?"
"Considering how much we've been playing footsie, they would probably think married couple, or at least a couple on a date."
"Ok, but lets say they didn't see that, or see us holding hands" as she said that she took my hand in hers, "Or see us making out in the parking lot a few minutes from now. Do you think we could convince a stranger that we were siblings?"
Before I could answer the waitress came back and asked if we wanted anything else. I was feeling playful and asked "Do you need a refill, Sis?"
She flashed me a devilish smile and said "No thanks, I think my brother and I are all set." The waitress, unimpressed, exited without comment.
"So is that something you're into?" I asked. "A role play scenario you want to explore that you're too nervous to ask your husband about?" I leaned closer. "You want to get fucked by your big brother?"
"Yeah, pretty much, but there's more."
"So you don't just want me to fuck you while pretending you're my naughty little sister?"
She leaned closer. "Fuck, I like it when you say it like that. But there's more."
"I'm still here. Tell me."
And she did.
Part 2
Now it was our second date. We found ourselves in my car, driving to a nearby address. She was wearing the kind of dress that would be perfectly placed in church on Easter or on the floor of a Las Vegas hotel room. Our destination was more of the latter.
"Are you excited?" I asked.
"Hell yes! I can already feel my panties getting wet."
"Can I feel them too?" I asked playfully. With that she spread her legs and I reached over, gently rubbing her through her wet panties, hitting just the right spot to elicit a gasp.
"I should probably just leave them in the car when we get there."
"No complaints from me."
"There" was the home of another couple we met via Tinder. They were a married couple looking for another couple for a foursome and swap. Pictures had been exchanged and wants discussed. The plan was to have a drink and relax and then let nature take its course. They were Tammy and Eric. And they were lead to believe that Megan and I were a FWB couple, experienced swingers and both married to others not in the lifestyle. We gave them just enough information to entice, telling them about our long experience together, our enjoyment of watching each other play with others, etc.
What we would soon be letting slip was the key to Megan's secret fantasy. She wanted to tell them that that we were siblings, that we enjoyed a sexual relationship together, starting when we were teens and continuing to present, and that we enjoyed group sex where we both participated. But the real key to her fantasy was in their response. Would they hesitate, would they need to be convinced to go through with it. Would they call us sick and kick us out. Would they be ok with it and even encourage it? I admit that I was really interested in what would happen too.