From the day Dave brought me home, there was Pat, trying to take care of me, then being my friend and my sister. She was part of my world and now she'...s gone from us.Gary was only slightly better.We made a half-hearted run on the food for dinner.The conversation was about practical things. Funeral. No open casket, something Americans do that I do not understand. No burial. Pat's wishes asked for cremation. A memorial stone in the family cemetery plot in the oldest cemetery in the city, that will. Bringing me my coffee, and saying Hi. Always looking gorgeous. Sitting close to me as if tempting me to do as I please. Laying back just a little so i can admire the slit in the bottom of your skirt. Touching your leg, and running my hand up under your skirt. Letting my thumb caress the top of your opening while I never look up from my desk. Trying to break your speech while you fill me in on the days plans. You never say a word, or complain in fear of being fired, but secretly enjoying it. I can say or do almost anything to her.It all started when I was in bed playing with my erect cock under the blankets, when Mum came into my room. I quickly stopped all the motions that I had been making with my cock. I wasn't quite quick enough in stopping. "You, shouldn't have to do that, son," She said, "We should be living closer to town, then you'd have other friends around you." Oh! It's alright, Mum," I said, "I can get by out here and besides I like it here."I have always loved my. “My god your mother was right, you are a beautiful young girl.” he said with a wicked smile. Anita was more then embarrassed by her behavior. “Oh Uncle Dave I’m so sorry I did not know what you looked like or, oh my god I am so embarrassed”. Anita said. “Oh don’t worry about it, if your mother hadn’t told me what you look like when I talked to her last night, and that you were coming to pick me up, then who knows what might had happened . After she recovered from the most embarrassing episode.