Scared

"Dad, you really shouldn't," Alex started, her arms crossing over her body in an attempt to cover her breasts.

"Don't cover yourself, Alex," Phil chided, moving her hands down to her sides. "You have perfect breasts," he breathed into her ear, his hands curling around her arms. "You're going to make some boy so happy."

He seemed to think for a moment, then shook his head. "You're going to make me so very happy." Phil's hands slid from Alex's arms to cup over her delicate pink nipples.

"Dad, please, don't," Alex plead, trying to move his hands away from her breasts, trying to step forward and away from him.

"Men have needs," he replied, one hand sliding down to cup the crotch of her panties, pulling her ass back against the front of his pants and the throbbing cock behind the cloth.

"But you don't need... I mean, you can't need to..."

"Need to what, Alex?"

"You don't need to r... r... **** me?"