Trying to comfort

"I'm just trying to make sure you're ok," Phil lied, sliding his hand up a bit more, his fingertips sliding over her nipple.

"Ohh, that feels good, daddy," she whispered, "but you really shouldn't do that."

"I'm not doing anything wrong, Haley," Phil said, pushing his hand a bit further, his palm cupping over her nipple. "Just let me make sure."

Haley stiffened in his arms. "Dad, that's my breast!" she exclaimed.

"I know, baby, and such a lovely breast, too." He squeezed it gently, his mouth finding her neck, nuzzling it with kisses.

She squirmed against him, her stomach fluttering uncomfortably. She knew her dad shouldn't be doing this - she knew her grandfather should have either, but Haley didn't feel as if she had a choice.

Phil shifted on the bed behind her, bringing his hips up against Haley's naked ass, pressing his pants covered cock against her. "Relax, Haley. I won't hurt you."

"Please daddy... please don't," Haley whispered, her hand trying to move his away from her breast.

His hand moved from her breast surprisingly easy, slipping its way to her stomach, the movement making Haley relax again. Then his hand slipped further down, and any hint of ease disappearing as his hand pushed its way between her legs.

Haley tried to protest, but she was frozen with panic, and could only lay there as her father's finger touched her clit. "Please stop," she mouthed, not even able to whisper as his finger started rubbing the girl's clit, the pressure of his hand pulling her ass back against his hard cock.

"What a good girl," Phil said, pressing his hips harder against her. His hand left her pussy, reaching between them, and undid his pants, using the hand to push both pants and underwear down to expose his hard cock. A whisper of cloth, and a tear dripped from the corner of Haley's eye as she felt her father's hard cock press against her naked ass.

"Oh, baby, I really want..."