I loved to wea rmy sister's panties. Usually, I would wear them only at night but one Saturday I decided I was going to wear them whne I went out to play. I was wearing a white nylon brief with three rows of ruffles accross the butt. I went down for breakfast and was laying on the floor watching tv. my dad asked me what I was wearing. When I asked what he meant he slid his hand into the back of my jeans and said "What are these?" He called my mom and sister ino the room and told me to take my jeams off. I was crying and asking him not to make me do it. He insisted and finally I was standing in the middle of the room wearing only the panties. He told me I had to stay in all day aand wear only the panties as I helped withthe housework. He did find a pair of white knee highs to wear. That night when I went to bed I wanted to keep them on but he made me take them off saying he hoped I learned my lesson amd would not wear panties anymore. Boy was he wrong. But the best part was that late my sister came into my roomm and said that she was okay wearing her panties but she had to pick them out. I only had to let her know and she would leave a pair our for me.

We were both adopted, moved frequently and so many times had only each other to play with. My love of panties le tus share many things after that. But that is another story... or more.