In the summer of our Junior year of college, a male lover of mine Quentin (not his real name) and I spent a week together on Cape Cod in P-town. We’d spend our days going to LGBTQ+ bars and we’d often role-play as “brothers”. We loved flirting with anyone and everyone, playing up our roles and then gauging their reactions as we’d sneak a touch or a kiss that was far too inappropriate for siblings. Most people wouldn’t really react or were even a little stunned but one older woman had a different reaction.
Alice (again, not her real name) was around twice our age, and each time we’d slyly touch each other, including me openly rubbing Quintin outside his shorts, she would laugh and tell us how bad we were. She asked if we got high and invited us to a house she was staying at just outside of the town. As we sat down to smoke, the conversation immediately turned to sex. She kept asking how far we’ve gone and we kept demonstrating till eventually we all ended up in a living room with her sat naked in a chair watching two “brothers” 69’ing on a couch. She enjoyed taking charge, even directing us a bit, and we got so into how much she loved it.