My daughter is in love with you... Now you tell me the truth, did you really see me there?” She leaned close and whispered.“Where?”“You know w...ere!”“You have what appears to be a closely trimmed arrowhead above your, you know where.”“It is an arrowhead. But you didn’t see it.”“How did I know it was there?”“Well, maybe I did flash it just a little,” she said. She was smiling as we turned to watch more of the match.“How did you decide on that?” I asked.“What?”“The arrowhead on your – you know. I practically threw Angie's stuff into the house and passed the girls coming downstairs, hand in hand again and dressed, (well nearly dressed) in identical tiny, white bikinis,"Come on, hurry up" laughed Angie, "Or we'll start without you!"I laughed and then glanced back and nearly had a heart attack when I saw Angie's hand inside the back of my sister's tiny bikini bottoms.The telephone rang just as I was about to go upstairs and a voice said, "Put Angela on now" Sorry?" I knew who it was, but. I noticed that he had not taken off the nail polish.In fact, he seemed to make a point of wearing flip flops and sandalswith completely open toes. On the beach and around the house, hispedicure was there for all to see. I didn't say a word to him, or himto me about it.I noticed when I ran a load of laundry that all three of the panties Ihad given him had been worn. So it wasn't a one shot deal in thatregard. I made a point of folding his laundry, with the panties on top,when I put the stack of. I had adjusted to the light now and I could read his face better. It was thin and pale beneath a mess of black hair. The expression was blank as if he was trying desperately to shield his thoughts. "I should go," he said. "You should stay." I put my hand gently on his cock as if to reassure him. It was large and certainly growing. He is interested. "You're hard," I said. "I can give you what you want." These were not my words but I found them all the same. "I don't know why I am. I--" his voice.