Chapter 9

Entry Two Hundred,
June 2 ____
Dear Diary,

“You know, Amanda, that baby weight really looks nice on you,” I teased Amanda Howe, knowing full well that she carried Demy’s bastard in her womb.

“Likewise,” Amanda pointed out my own pregnancy, though I was far from bothered by it.

I actually liked having a baby bump, after all. I didn’t know or care if this was Daddy’s brat, Demy’s, Uncle Stavy’s, Samuel’s, or that of Mephistopheles himself. It was my love child, conceived in passion, lust, and natural instincts. Part of me was delighted in the idea of Mandy and I both carrying babies by the same man. Hopefully, they didn’t find out until they already grew up and became lovers. The idea of secret incest was exhilirating in some respects.

Of course, I couldn’t tell Amanda any of this, but that just added to the fun. I was at least one or two steps ahead of her. She was a royal bitch and a pain in the butt, so she had it coming. With any luck, she would be stuck working at some laundromat for years on end to take care of the little tyke, giving up any hope of a brighter future. That was the life that she deserved. No college, though at least that meant no college debt. No degree. No wealth in her future, unless she inherited or married it somehow. Did I mention what an absolute cunt she is?

“So ... Demy, am I right?” Amanda laughed at my expense.

“What?” I feigned ignorance.

“The baby Daddy. Demetrios. Right? Come on, everyone knows what a complete crush you have on him and since your folks and his are close, you had the home-field advantage. Lucky you that your old man is a doctor, I guess. Mine just owns a car dealership,” Amanda noted.

“Yes, well, it’s not like Demy’s old man is poor, either,” I observed.

“True. ‘Uncle Stavy.’ Isn’t that you twats call him? I bet that he’s gonna leave you guys a lot of that lawyer money, whatever it’s worth. Look, I know that I’ve been a complete ... you know,” Amanda audibly struggled for the words.

“C U Next Tuesday?” I taunted her.

“Haha, but I guess that’s true enough. Look, maybe we can ... you know ... work it out between us. For a price,” Amanda tried to offer me an olive branch, much to my astonishment.

“What, to be on the cheerleading squad or something? What sort of ‘price,’ anyway?” I asked her out of sheer morbid curiosity.

“You have to eat my ass!” Amanda snorted out her milk as she laughed at her own joke, spilling it all over her lunch tray.

“No thanks. You probably haven’t washed it in six months. You probably have cobwebs and mold growing there,” I rolled my eyes, just seconds before Amanda surprised us all.

She stood up, lifted her cheerleading costume, yanked down her spankies, and shoved her butt directly into my face with a smirk.

“There, eat it!” she shouted while her galpals grabbed me and shoved my face directly into her crack.

Just to really fuck with her, I stuck my tongue right up her pucker, making her jaw drop in shock. Thankfully, she had washed it after all. She had even douched, the smell of Summer’s Eve coming through from her shaved pussy. Amanda nearly toppled over in surprise, but then she sat back down and took my face in her hands to plant a lip lock on me. I was stunned now, particularly when she slipped me some tongue.