Amanda

Amanda pushes you out of the way as she begins to rinse herself off. She doesn't make any overt moves toward you, so you don't move toward her either.

"Are they still ...," you ask.

"Fucking?" she says. "Yeah, dad's got that slut pinned down in a leather recliner right now."

You shudder, you always liked that chair. Now you now it'll have stains that you'll never get out. Not that that's really going to matter anymore.

Amanda picks up the shampoo that Jess had left for those nights she stayed over and begins to lather her hair. Her firm, apple sized tits jiggle as she washes her shoulder length brown locks.

"This is your place, right?" she asks as she rinses.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"I recognized you from the picture in the bedroom," Amanda replies.

You blanch at the thought of your Incubus schetch.

"Who's the girl in the picture with you?" she asks.

"Girl?" you respond, confused.

"The cute, blonde girl that you're hugging in the picture."

Suddenly you realize Amanda's taking about the framed photograph next to the bed from your recent vacation.

"Oh, you say, that's the slut, you know, the one your dad's plowing right now. She was my girlfriend, before."

"SHE was your girlfriend," Amanda asks, incredulous.

"I wouldn't really say she's my type, anymore ... at least for now."

"Yeah," Amanda agrees.

"Of course, my dad wasn't really MY type, before. But now ... the idea of him fucking my brains out is kinda, kinda, turning me on."

"Amanda, are you OK?"

Let's see," she responds as she reaches for the soap, "I was just incestuously **** in any alley by my demonically possessed father, while some guy I never met watched while fucking his demon girlfriend, and ... I'm OK with that." She pauses half a beat and continues, "and I'm not OK with that."

"Amanda, we've got to fight this thing. Maybe, maybe we weren't infected too much."

"Look at these," Amanda says as she puts the soap back and flexes her claws in front of your face. "This isn't just some bad manicure! And this red skin didn't come from overdoing it at the tanning salon.

"No, buddy, we're fucked!

"It's taking every ounce of self control I've got left to keep from shoving your hard cock into my pussy right now!

"So are you just going to stand there trying to fight this thing," she says moving close to you, your wet skin rubbing against hers. She leans leans forward and whispers into you ear in a throaty voice, "or are we going to fuck?"