Can’t happen.
She turned to look at him questioningly. “Daddy?”
He realized he’d stilled. “Sorry, baby girl. I was thinking.” He brushed her hair until it was tangle free then got up and grabbed a blanket off the bed.
“I want you to lie down on your back,” he told her in a low voice as he pulled the towel off her. She gasped a little, looking embarrassed as she sat naked in front of him. Her hands creeped up to her breasts.
“I’ve just washed every inch of you. There’s no need to be embarrassed. Now lay back and I’ll put this blanket on you.”
He watched hungrily as she lay down. Her hair spilled around her and he gathered it up so it wasn’t lying next to her skin, fanning it out on the rug beneath her so it would dry more quickly.
“Warm enough?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she replied, her cheeks slightly flushed. With embarrassment or arousal he wasn’t sure.
“Good. Bring your legs together and bend them, feet on the floor, then let your knees drop open like you would at the gynecologist.”
“I’ve never been to one.”
“What?” He stared at her in shock.
“Well, I’ve never had sex before so didn’t see much need.”
He shook his head. “You still need to be checked over. Your parents ought to be shot for not taking care of you properly.”
“Can we talk about something other than my parents right now?”
He nodded. “Sure, baby. Do as I’ve said now.”
She looked uncertain but raised her legs up then dropped them to the sides. A shiver rocked her.
“Too cold?” He looked up at her in concern.
“No. I just…this is a little embarrassing.”
“Like I said, nothing is embarrassing between a daddy and his little one.” He rubbed his hand over the top of her thigh soothingly. Then he grabbed the can of shaving cream he’d found in her toilet bag. She obviously used it for her legs, but it would work well for this.
He lathered her up and started to shave her pussy.
“Just stay very still and Daddy will get all this hair off this pretty, plump pussy.” Her legs trembled and he heard her breath coming faster. As he finished, he drew the lips of her pussy apart to get any stray hairs, but mostly so he could check how wet she was. Her lips glistened, her clit was swollen, peeking out of its hood.
“Uh-oh, somebody likes having Daddy shave their pussy. Look how wet you are.”
“Oh God,” she groaned.
He lay on his stomach between her legs and spread her wide, inspecting her. “Ask Daddy to make you come.”
“W-what?”
“Ask me to make you come. Ask me very nicely and I might just lick you into orgasm.”
There was a beat of silence. “Please, Daddy, will you make me come?” she asked in a hesitant voice.
“Hmm. Not quite. Say, please Daddy, will you lick my little pussy and make me come all over your tongue.”
“I can’t say that!”
He had to hide a grin at her shocked voice. Then he schooled his face into a stern look and sat up so he was gazing down at her. “Do you want to come, Ellie?”