Popcorn and a movie
When you get home the dress goes into her closet safely tucked away until the dance tomorrow night. Then she smiles and says, "Daddy can we watch a movie together?" Looking up at you with that innocent smile of hers and making you smile in return.
"Sure Baby, you pick the movie and get it started I'll go make popcorn." You run your hand over her cheek softly cause she's just too cute for words and head down to the kitchen.
You can hear her come down the stairs a while later when the popcorn is nearly finished. "Did you want butter or something sweet?" you call out from the kitchen, "I can make some caramel."
"That would be great Daddy!" You can hear the television clicking on and her settling onto the couch. Then the blast of familiar music as the credits pull up on whatever movie she's chosen.
A few more minutes and you have melted butter, added brown sugar and now have a nice thick caramel which you drizzle over the bowl of popcorn. Turning everything off and rinsing the pot in the sink you head into the living room with the bowl and two bottles of root beer, her favorite soft drink. You settle into the corner of the couch resting the bowl on your lap and handing her one of the bottles. She snuggles in close against your side and hits the play button.
It takes a few moments for it to register that this is that Lolita movie your friend gave you and she's selected the same girl she saw you watching the other night. You yelp and make a grab for the remote control. "Baby! We can't watch this!" But she's not letting you have the remote.
"Why not Daddy? I want to see how it ends." She moves away from you and you're faced with spilling the popcorn all over the living room rug or taking the time to put the bowl on the coffee table and hoping it doesn't get too far into the movie before you can turn it off. You go for the latter cause your wife will kill you if she finds caramel on the carpet.
"It... it's not appropriate Baby." The bowl and your unopened bottle of soda are safe when you dive for her and pin her to the couch to take the remote away. A moment later you have the movie shut off and figure you're in the clear, but you're still pinning her down...
She giggles and puts her hands on your shoulders. "Why Daddy? You didn't seem to mind a few nights ago." Her eyes flash and she smiles that innocent smile at you making you want to die.
Oh god she did see a fair bit of it the other night before you asked... You've been trying to put that out of your mind but you did ask her if she wanted a taste of your dick. Such a pervert! How could you have said that to your little girl?
"Daddy?" She looks curious now, like she can't figure out why you haven't answered her yet.
Several things flash through your head and you blurt out the first one that comes to mind. "I thought you were Mommy!" But did you really? So you smelled your wife's perfume and female arousal are you really trying to tell yourself that you thought your wife had come downstairs after taking her sleeping pills? "I mean, Mommy has come and watched things like this with me before. But it's for adults not little girls." Woops that was the wrong thing to say, you can tell the moment it leaves your lips. Her face scrunches up and she glares up at you.
"I'm not a little girl!" She hooks her fingers in your hair and kisses your lips, granted it's a chaste kiss, but she's not letting you go.
After a few moments of startled silence on your part you pull away from her mouth, wincing as you lose some hair in the process. "What are you doing?" Now you start to push yourself up off her, realizing that pinning your daughter to the couch while she's kissing you is not the best idea in the world.
Once you're sitting up and have a second to breathe and try to compose yourself, you find her sitting cross ways in your lap wrapping her arms around your torso and leaning her head on your shoulder. "Daddy, will you show me how to kiss? Like you and Mommy do?" Her innocent eyes search your face as if she's looking for something there.
Oh good god, your fucking cock has a mind of its own! It rears its head perking up at the idea of teaching such a sweet girl how to roll her tongue against yours. "No! That's out of the question Baby. Daddy's don't kiss their little girls like they kiss their wives." You consider dumping her in the couch and leaving the room but that's rather harsh...
She pouts up at you, moving her right hand to stroke over your shirt front slowly. "But Daddy how will I know if a boy is doing it right if you don't show me?" This sparks jealousy in your heart at the idea of some fumbling boy teaching her the wrong way to kiss, possibly spoiling that for her...
She lifts her delicate muzzle to yours and whispers softly. "Please Daddy?" Sounding so sure of what she wants that your cock takes over thinking for a bit and your lips find hers.
For a few moments you manage to maintain that chaste kiss, but when she shifts against you pressing her chest to yours, your lips part and the tip of your tongue slides against the silk of her bare lips. She utters a soft gasp and you're tongue slips into her mouth, taking advantage of the way her lips part. For a moment she's frozen, not sure what you're doing but then as you use your experience to find the places that will bring her pleasure she relaxes against you letting out soft little sounds that make your cock jump and twitch in your pants.
For a while longer you explore the inside of her muzzle, toying with her tongue and exploring her teeth. She's breathing fast now, letting out soft whimpers and moans that sound so sweet and innocent. Slowly you slide your arm under her knees and lift her as you stand up off the couch. You lift your lips from hers as you walk to the stairs and slowly mount them. She's clinging to you like a new bride, her arms around your neck, as she tries to recover her breath. You push her bedroom door fully open and walk into it, gently you set her onto her bed and kneel down beside her.
"Daddy? What?" Again your mouth finds hers and you silence her questions with more of those deep penetrating kisses that are destined to make her wet and wanting. When she's so muddled and desperate that you can smell the arousal through her clothing you lift your head again and gently pull the blankets over her body.
Standing you look down at the heavenly child on her bed, knowing that you're doing the right thing just now as you turn and walk to the door. "Sleep well Baby." You close the door behind you and lean against the frame searching for some sanity in the maelstrom of lust that is your brain right now.