What were you thinking?" I was going to suggest we play golf," she laughed."Saturday?" Sure. Can you come to dinner at my place afterwards?" she asked..."I can. Thank you."This was a pleasant surprise. Things had been going quite well in the past week. They had avoided any confrontations and their morning meetings were helpful in working out problems before they became a point of contention.It began to dawn on him that they had been dating regularly now for a month. Two games of golf, the fishing. She looked like one of the pin-up girls I had seen in one of my Dad's old magazines from the 60's. Perky pointy tits seemed to be the typical type in those days and I loved them the best. I was thrilled learning that my little sister was built that way and it made my cock throb so hard. She rubbed it with one hand as I sucked on her tits. She lifted my head up and smiled at me then kissed me on the lips, our tongues met and danced around each other passionately. She pushed me back a few inches. My family follows sikhism so I have a beard, a mustache and body hair which I cannot remove because of religious reasons. But it is a blessing in disguise because I have long hair which complements my cross dressing, but the fact remains I am a closet crossdressser.So there I was, lying in my bed the day after my sixteenth birthday, with a terrible hangover from an array of drinks I had at my party the night before. All I could remember was that I had come home late at night when my parents. She opened the text message and was shocked by the message. It read, “I hope u r on ur way, I really need you. I’m hungry and need your meat.” As she was reading, another message came through reading, “I bet u can't wait to get here, that cunt Natalie doesn’t know how to make u feel like a REAL man, but I sure do.”Natalie sat down as she began to feel faint. The anger and depression running through her mind were beginning to take over. She jumped when she heard a door slam outside her house..