Off we went; two inebriated siblings in a hot golf cart at 10:30 on a warm summer night. Wendy, relieved to be off her feet, started a high-spirited, ...heerful monologue as we rolled toward home. Just a few yards from the house my sister put her hand on mine and said “Let’s go to the course, I wanna drive around the holes.”“There’s only one hole I want to drive around, but she had to go home.”“God that’s so crude, is your mind always in the gutter?”“Hey Sis, I’m seventeen years old, my cock is. You kinda realize that it was pretty rude to say something like that.After some seconds of silence she reaches forward with her head and kisses you.This is what you always wanted!Your tongue pushes against her mouth entrance.She opens her mouth a bit to show you that she wants it too.Both tongues massage each other and you slowly push her back on the couch.You slip your hand under her shirt and then you touch her breasts.Those small a cups are very hot and her nipples are hard.She opens your. You're so anxious toput on your panties. You keep asking over and over again. You just lovedressing up like a sissy, don't you? You just can't wait to be a pantywearing sissy can you? You just love being a pretty panty sissy don'tyou? After all, only sissies wear pretty panties covered in lots of laceand ribbons. So you want to wear panties so you can be the most perfectsissy, isn't that right?"The rapid-fire questions bewildered Frankie. He thought the twodemanding women wanted him to be. Your smile was dazzling as you looked up into my eyes and said “Hi back.” “May I?” I asked as I signaled to the bartender to get you a drink. “Thanks, I’d like a white wine please.” You told the bartender. I gave him a twenty and asked him for another scotch as well. “Are you here with the bride or the groom?” I asked. “The bride and I are old friends.” you replied. I explained that she worked at my company and that she was a really neat person who made the whole place runs.