It would be better if you read chapter one before reading this chapter, it will probably make more sense that way. For those of you who left comments, good or bad, on the previous chapter I thank you. Any feedback is always helpful in understanding the needs of the readers.
I immediately tried to pull away but her legs clamped me in place. I stopped moving and hoped she would slip under the influence again, giving me the chance to escape.
"What are you doing to me daddy"? She asked in a little girl voice. My dick shrunk, and tried to crawl inside my body, and I wished I could do the same.
"I'm... Er... I... oh shit I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me" I stammered as I pulled back from her. She opened her legs to release me, and as my flaccid dick slipped out of her it slapped moistly against my balls, making my disgrace seem even worse.
"I think you'd better go now daddy, we'll talk about this in the morning", she said.
I quickly scrambled off the bed and tried to put my cock back in my pants whilst hurrying from the room. I went downstairs and sat in front of the TV again, wishing I'd never moved from here and that my daughter was still out with friends.
I sat there until 4am, my mind in turmoil. What was going to happen in the morning? Would she want the police, would she go to her best friends and tell them what had happened? Whatever she did I figured my life was going in for a big change. Suicide kept crossing my mind, but I kept pushing it back, at least for now.
I got up, turned the TV off and slowly made my way to my bedroom. Undressing, I slipped into bed and lay there in the dark, my thoughts going over what had happened earlier. My treacherous penis came straight out of hiding and started making a tent of the covers. My hand moved down and started stroking it. As I thought about slipping into my daughter's cunt earlier, I came again, but was asleep within seconds.
I awoke abruptly as the duvet was pulled completely off the bed, and I looked up to see Amanda standing at the bottom of the bed still holding the duvet. The events of the previous night came flooding back and I could feel a blush covering my entire body.
My mouth opened and closed several times as I tried to think of something to say, Amanda just stood there watching me with an inscrutable look on her face.
"I think we need to watch this," she said, and turned to walk over to the TV and video set up on the dressing table. As she bent to insert a tape into the machine, her short dressing gown rode up, exposing her bare ass cheeks. My dick, which has always had a brain of its own, began to stiffen.
"Enjoying the view daddy?" she asked as she stood up and walked to the bed, the remote in her hand. She climbed onto the bed in her usual position, except this time I was uncovered in every sense of the word. I said nothing as my brain span around trying to work out what was going on.
Amanda pointed the remote and pressed a button. The TV screen stayed grey for a few seconds then showed Amanda's bedroom. Nothing happened at first, then the bedroom door opened and I walked in carrying Amanda. We lay there in silence as the events of last night were re-enacted. My cock, the perpetual traitor, was rock hard, and I had no way of covering it.