Bob Wallace - Sis on the make

Melanie shook as the first of her orgasms washed over her body. Ashamed of herself for giving in to her desires again, she shut off the water and climbed out of the tub. Wrapping a robe around her wet naked body, she padded into her bedroom to dress.

"Dad!" she exclaimed, her face blushing.

She stiffened under her father's leering eyes. A strange tingling sensation rippled through her body and her face flushed a deeper red.

"Hi, baby," Alan said, leering at his young, virginal daughter. The robe clung to her wet sexy body, outlining her plump tits. "How was the shower?"

She turned her head away, sensing he knew what she had done. Her nipples hardened beneath her robe and she felt a tremor carom through her pussy. She wished he wouldn't look at her like that. She had seen that same look in Mike's eyes and it frightened her.

"It was okay," she said.

"How 'bout a kiss, baby," he said huskily, coming toward her, his eyes on her hard nipples poking against the robe.

Melanie swallowed the lump in her throat. Her heart was pounding.

"Sure, Dad," she smiled nervously, wishing she were dressed. She felt very naked with only the robe wrapped around her. She offered him her cheek.

Alan cupped her chin and brought her sweet young mouth to his. He kissed her, his tongue snaking out into her mouth. His arms closed around her and held her tight.

Melanie's heart leaped into her throat. Panic gripped her as her father's tongue probed her mouth. She felt weak, her legs trembling, her nipples swelling.

Alan broke the kiss, still holding his daughter in his arms. His cock had turned to steel and his breathing was heavy as the curves of her body molded against him.

"Oooo, Dad," she gasped. "You shouldn't kiss me like that." She squirmed, wanting to be out of his arms. His cock, she knew, was hard. It was pressing into her belly.

Alan released her and smiled when he saw the tinge of passion on her cheeks and in her blue eyes. "Didn't you like it?"

Melanie caught her breath, nodded. "Yes, Dad," she said, not wanting to hurt his feelings. "But, shouldn't you save those kisses for Mom?" She was shaking inside.

Alan ogled her small pulpy tits through the robe. Without speaking he brought his hand to her tit and pressed it against his palm. He felt her hard nipple.

A gasping sigh escaped Melanie's mouth. "Dad… please don't do that." She stepped back, frightened, yet at the same time wanting him to do it again.

"Do what, baby?" he rasped, bringing his hand back to her tit.

He squeezed, watching a wave of passion sweep over her innocent face. His throat went dry. She was just like her mother – always hot and eager for anything.

This time Melanie didn't move. Her breathing became rapid and she was trembling, wanting to back away, but unable to make her legs work.

"Stop, Dad," she said meekly.

Alan ignored his daughter's weak protest. "Shhh, baby."

He opened her robe and caressed the smooth, silky flesh of her tits. He cupped one plump globe of warm flesh, the hard nipples burning into his palm.

"They're very pretty, baby," he said hoarsely, his eyes glues to her bared titties.

The touch of her father's hand on her bare tit made her shake. "Dad… stop! Please."

Alan continued to ignore his daughter. "Don't talk, baby." He brought her into his arms and eased her down on the bed, his mouth plastered to hers.

Melanie felt as if she were going to faint. His hand was inside her robe, rubbing and caressing the soft flesh of her thighs. Knowing her pussy was soaked, she clamped her legs together, afraid of what he might do if he knew.

Alan's head was reeling. He kissed her face and neck, her whimpering sobs of protest only fanning the flames of his lust. He shoved her robe off her shoulders and tongued her sizzling flesh down to the plump meat of her creamy white titties.

"Oooo, Dad," she sobbed. "Why? Oooo, stop, Dad."

She was staring up at the ceiling, his mouth igniting the fires in her pussy, his hand searing the flesh of her tightly closed thighs.

Alan could not have stopped if he had wanted. He was crazy hot for his daughter and intended to have her. He gobbled one small tit into his mouth and sucked eagerly on the rosy nipple.

"Oooo, Dad, you shouldn't do this. Oooo, stop! It's bad!"

His sucking mouth was driving her crazy, making the insides of her virgin pussy ache. She rocked on her back, cradling his head, her fingers scratching through his hair as she slowly succumbed to his greedy, sucking lips.

Alan sat up and stared hotly down at his daughter. Her tits were bared, her robe still hiding the delights of her virgin pussy.

"Let's get you out of that robe, baby," he rasped, his cock a raging piece of hot steel in his pants.

"No, Dad," she purred. "It's not right." Alan smiled, his hand lightly caressing her exposed tits. "I wouldn't tell you to do something that was wrong." His voice was ragged, coated with lust for his virgin daughter. "Now, take off your robe."

Melanie, her heart throbbing in her throat, wriggled out of her robe. She lay back on the bed, trembling, her body on fire as her father stared down at her naked flesh.

"Please, Dad. Let me get dressed."

"You're gorgeous," he groaned.

He ran his hands over her quivering body, touching her tits, her belly and her slim hips. He caressed her and saw the lust and fear in her eyes.

Melanie moaned. His touch was driving her insane! She fought it in her innocent mind, believing he was testing her to see if she were a good girl. She sighed, her legs still tightly closed. For him to see how wet her pussy was would prove that she was as dirty and evil as Mike.

"Stand up, baby," he said. "Let me see how much you've grown these last few years."

Nervously, she slipped off the bed. Her legs were weak, her insides churning. She felt her cunt juices squish inside her and she gasped.

"We shouldn't, Dad," she whimpered, blushing under his lustful gaze.

"Shhhhh, baby," he said, ogling her lush, naked body. "You've really turned into a sexy young woman." His breathing was labored as he dined on his daughter's naked flesh. "So grown-up."

Melanie couldn't help but enjoy the way he was looking at her. "Thank you, Dad," she whispered, wishing her cunt would stop oozing. "Can I get dressed now?"

Alan smiled. "Soon, baby," he promised. "C'mere."

Melanie obeyed. Hadn't she always obeyed her father? She stood in front of him, feeling his hot breath on her belly as she sat on the bed. Her pussy ached. Her nipples hurt. She was ashamed and boiling hot at the same time.

Alan brought his hands to her narrow waist. He caressed her hips, his eyes glued to her silky blonde pussy hair. His breath caught in his chest as the heady scent of her turned-on pussy drifted up to envelop his senses.

"You're so sweet, baby," he murmured, his hand easing between the smooth flesh of her thighs. "So sweet and innocent."

He inched closer to her pussy, his other hand sweeping over her hip to caress the firm round cheeks of her heart-shaped ass.

Melanie stared down at her father in disbelief. It was like the shameful dreams she had at night, the dirty fantasies she had when she played with herself. She felt dizzy. His expert hands were driving her mad. She gasped, her knees trembling, her pussy in flames.

"Dad," she sobbed, still fighting her lust. "Please stop. I'm a good girl, honest." She clung desperately to the belief that he was only testing her, not allowing herself to believe he was like Mike and Teddy. "Please, Dad. No more. I'm a real good girl."

"I know you're a good girl, baby," he whispered huskily.

He eased his fingers between the swollen folds of her overheated pussy, dipping them into the juicy cunt. He greased his fingers with her oozing cream and smiled as she whimpered and leaned against him.