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Soon it got to the stage, where I would find myself, openly looking ( staring ) at her, and no matter what she was doing, or what she was wearing, I would become aroused. And I just knew that I had to have her. So I made it my goal in life and I thought out a plan. On any occasion that I got the chance, at every opportunity that arose, I became her best friend and confidant. I treated her like an adult, and never put her down, I bought her little gifts, and told her how special she was, as a person, and to me. And ever so slowly, we grew closer and closer, she trusted me more than her mother and looked up to me, and then it happened, one day out of the blue, while her mother was at work and we where alone, she told me that she loved me. Now, all of this had taken many months of slow and painful patience, and so as not to come on strong and blow it, I tried to reason with her that I was to old, and it was wrong because we were family. I told her to take some time to think things over and I left her crying in her room and went out. Now over the next couple of weeks, I gave her no time to change the way she felt about me, infact my being around her had the opposite effect, as I slowly altered my behaviour and started to touch her ( accidentally brushing up against her breasts, her backside, etc. ) I would do any small thing, that added to her confusion, about the way that she felt about me, until finally she broke down, and again told me, insisted, that she not only loved me, but that she wanted and needed me. This time however, there was no talk about right or wrong from me, this time I told her how she was my girl, my very special girl, I told her that I loved her, and I would always love her, I told her that I would never hurt her, or let anyone else hurt her, I told her everything that a young girl in love wants to hear.
