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.