He replied. Okay, sorry again, and thank you for not telling on me. Its just all my friends smoke and I feel left out. I said in a pouting voice. Alri...ght well Ill buy you cigarettes I come down here but dont tell your mom where you get them and try not to get caught, okay? OOO thank you, thank you, youre the best uncle ever. I replied and gave him a big hug. A few months passed by and Uncle Nick brought me cigarettes every time he came to visit or help out. Then one weekend he offered me to. She also suggested slowing down the suites as she wanted to integrate the hotel into the house. She had a client who was the Senior Partner of a huge firm of Architects. She had saved him millions in tax with his firm. He had not submitted a fee, and his plans had been passed.He had suggested a German company which produced state of the art, modular hotels which could easily be extended. The initial fifty rooms would be completed in two months time. Jean was now in the process of hiring staff. He simply stammered, “Ah, sure Liz. We can talk…..sure.”“Gary, what’s going on? You are avoiding me and ignoring me? Are you mad at me?” I asked. I could hear my voice cracking slightly, indicating that I was on the verge of tears. I felt a huge lump forming in my throat. I did not want to cry in front of my brother at this moment.“Oh god, no; I am not mad at you. I think I am mad at myself. I feel guilty about what we did; or more accurately, what I did to you. You’re my little sister. I am. Sticking my right hand through the hole in my pocket, I thanked God I never got it stitched up. Putting my hands in my underwear and forming a gentle grip of myself, I started stroking my cock softly to the image of my beautiful Goddess of a teacher, her tits hanging so sexily. A small groan past my lips and I picked up speed only slightly. How she did not notice, I didn't know nor care. I was wanking inches from her, my balls aching to blow a stream of hot cum on her hair. The thoughts of it.