I know by the way she looks at me.  The way she moves.  Sometimes I spend entire afternoons just watching her come and go, almost like she does it on purpose for me to look at her.

The ocasional "Oh, I didn't know you were home" underwear flash she does and the even more ocasional use of a bikini on hot and not so hot, day all day long, inside the house. Coming and going.  I don't object or even say a word about that.  Her mom argues with her about that.  She says it's not a proper outfit to wear all day.  I don't get involved in that; it would be too obvious my answer.  I just love it.

Sometimes I find myself just staring at her in the house or when she's at the pool, finding my cock growing inside my pants to the point I can't conceal it.  I even didn't care one day, not so long ago.  I just stood sitting there, with a full 10 inches hard on, for her to notice it.  I know she did.  It was impossible not to notice it.

I know I can't do this, well, shouldn't is the mot appropiate word.  She's not my blood family but she's part of the family. I know she wouldn't take me all.  It's just too much for her.  Still, I fantasize about her trying.  Her big eyes just watching something that's even a challenge for the most eperienced adult woman.  I know she dares.  Don't ask me why, I just know.

Until that moment comes, all I can do is watch her.  Come and go. Letting her know, without saying a single word, that I want her.  I know she, somehow, already knows what.  I know.