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My Sister’s Scribe Note: This is a sequel to “My Sister’s Bug”. No catch up-reading is required, but is helpful. “You see, THIS is shit,” said Amelia. She pointed to the brown, crusty shit-stain in the notebook. “Whereas this,” she continued. “Is garbage.” I watched in sadness as she reached for my artwork which she confiscated. The notebook paper paled in comparison with her bare naked ass which she held it against. BBRRRRLLAASSPPTT! The fart was so hard, it tore the paper in two. Amelia sighed in relief, tossing the stinky pages my way. “Get the picture?” she added. My gaze turned from my broken picture to my step sister’s naked ass. Yes, you read that right. My step sister was gloating in front of me, sporting a large build, stark naked with lines of fart heat dribbling from her fat, hairy asscrack. Any normal pair of siblings would start slowly backing away from such an awkward confrontation. Not Amelia. She backed her naked ass still into me. I turned my face away from the fart fumes still etched into her crack. “Now I don’t think you’re honoring our little agreement we have Timmy.” she said. “Remember the experience you had with my ass? Hmmm?” PPPRRRPPBBLLBBBB! The bubbling fart brought back the horrors I spent in her asshole. I watched it purse out with me, almost taunting me back inside. “Y-yes.” I ansewered, too pussyish to push her away. “But I already wrote in the notebook. I wrote about...the experience.” Amelia bent down to pick up my Fartbook,(allowing to grace me with one of her famous bend over toots). “Hmmmm,” she read. “‘My sides feel like gelatin in her asshole. I can’t smell worth shit...unless it is my step sisters. Nothing feels real inside her ass, only pain. I wish she would let me out, or just push me deeper to end this suffering.’” Amelia laughed, throwing the stinky book my way. “Powerful and poetic. But not enough. Clearly you don’t remember your ‘experience’ well enough. Otherwise, you wouldn’t spend your writing time with this Furry garbage.” She kicked my drawing and I felt a twang in my heart. “Come the fuck on Amelia!” I said, finally growing a pair. “Your such a bitch! First you ruin my notebook and now I can’t even draw what I want! I wrote your stupid fucking story! What more do you wan-” I was cut off by a punch to my gut and a pair of familiar cheeks in my face. BBBBLLRRPPBBBTTTT! “Clearly you aren’t grasping the full duties bestowed on you little brother,” she said. I pushed and pulled, but she held me deep against the fishy smell of her cunt and fart. “I think you need a little more inspiration for your writing.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jan 15th, 2015 Amelia's butthole made my dick look like earth flying through the cosmos. As it stretched outward, I knew it would mean my slow, eminent doom. FFRRRRSSHHPPTTT! Tiny driblets out ass spit shot out her wet asshole, drenching me in their sour fart smell. Her asshole retracted as she sighed in, taking in her own fragrance. I put my hand out to block the stinky haze, but it held no effort against the might of her beautiful ass. “What do you think of that one, my slave?” she cooed, rubbing her cunt above me. I watched in ecstasy, wishing I could enter her glorious hole to please her. “It is wondrous. Give me another!” I cried. FFFFLLLOOOTTTT! Her booty indulged my request, showering me in a hazy stink. I coughed, boasting too much for me to handle. “What do you smell?” Amelia asked, bending down deeper to encase me in her asscrack. “I smell...heaven and above, your grace.” She seemed to like my reply, letting a sharp fart be my reward. I opened my arms to embrace her as her ass crashed down on my puny body. WHOMP! Up it rose with a smack, bringing me up to revel in it’s height. Then, back down. WHOMP! PPRRRRRTTT! With what little concussive strength I had, I kissed the edge of her cheeks, pursuing the glrorious texture of her supple asscheeks. FFFLLLRRRAAPPPTTT! “Oh yes, my slave. Here, continue your journey,” she declared. I felt my limp body being moved inside her asscrack. Here, she nestled me amongst the hairy fibers of her asshole, closing her cheeks to increase my immersion. I could feel the blood pumping along her glutes as she squeezed me in a loving, stinky embrace. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Now THAT is what I’m talking about. Good use of emasculation right there.” I scowled, not enjoying the critique of my disgusting older sister. I felt like my words were being whored out to the highest...or in this case, grossest...bidder. “Now, let’s do something a little more invasive, hmmm? Something a little riskier.” Amelia rudely threw the notebook my way. “Here, draw my asshole for reference. Let me know when to fart so you can get the inner textures of my ass right.” With that, she spread her asscheeks, letting out a PPRRRHHHATTTTTT! I turned away in disgust at her bulging pink hole. “I don’t need to draw your fucking butthole, Amelia.” I said. “Trust me, I have enough of that shit edged into my mind.” Amelia turned back, her face much more stern. “You sure? Cuz’ I could always shrink you down to get a closer look.” PPRRROOOOBBTTT! And so, there I lay in her room, with my shirt tucked against my face, to draw my step sister’s asshole. I held the notebook as far away as possible-christ knows it already smells like shit. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- February 29th As I slid deeper into her pussy, I only hoped my sister’s adrenaline would match mine. FFFLLBBOOOTTT! I felt the fart, more than hearing it, along with a subtle moan from my sister. She inched me deeper into her vagina, giving me new spots to pleasure. Blindly, I flung my arms, tounge, and feet against her delicious pussy walls to give her any satisfaction I could. She and I knew full well my dick would not satisfy her, so I tried to give her the best I could. She pulled me out, oozing with her feminine juices, and held me to her face. She smiled, radiating the most beautiful looks of a woman. She licked her lips, inviting me into her mouth. I felt her warm tounge tuck me under her gums. It was hotter than her pussy, but I struggled on to give her a good fight. Once pleased with my taste, she took me out, holding me against her ass. BBRRRRLLLFFFTTTT! A quiet, dry fart pushed the liquids off of me. I only wished I could regain my breath to thank her for her gift. Her gratitude did not end there, however. She rubbed me against her butthole, taunting me with it’s wonderful presence. I felt her asshole kiss me, wrapping around with its meaty texture. Then, with all her booty power, she sucked me inside. I could smell nothing but her wondrous ass. I only wish it was lit to see the glory of her wondrous hole. PPLLLRRROOBBTTT! A stale fart rushed past me, tickling my insides and warming my face. I sighed in happiness as my breath was taken here. If I was to die, it would be a fantastic adventure in her stinkhole. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Hmmm, I don’t know about some of these lines. A little too much alliteration. I find it annoying.” FRRRRLLBBOOTTT! That wasn’t the only annoying thing. The fact that I was lying on her bed did not make Amelia's ass more comfortable on my face. PPRRRLLBBTTTTT! I felt like she was giving me some serious writing block with her asshole gassing me from an inch away. The rotten cheese smell would probably give me alzheimer's before I turn thirty. “I think you’re making progress Timmy. You just need to be pushed a little further. Here, let’s try this, open your mouth.” Even as she finished her sentence, I could feel the large turd pushing out her butthole. I began pushing her off me in protest. “Stop, fucking stop!” I yelled. My mouth remained shut after that, desperately trying to topple the ass that was currently smashing shit onto my lips. “Hey! Not so rough you fucking moron!” she cried, butt bumping her shit into my eyelids. “Remember, you need inspiration!” I finally managed to push her off. I stood above her bed, confident and panting. “No, I do not! I’ll write your fucking story, just leave me alone!” Amelia smiled, probably giggling to herself seeing her shit on my face. “Fine, I’ll give you some creative space. But don’t dissapoint me next time, alright little brother?” “Fuck off,” I said, letting my middle finger linger as I exited the room. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- April 6th, 2015 My dick grew solid as I watched her majestic turd plop onto the table. I wanted to rush under its warmth, but my wise sister held me still, giggling. “Fear not, little brother.” she said. “I’ll let you bathe in my shit, but only when it is safe.” I sighed. My sister was so caring and I was so stupid. I watched the shit anxiously as it lingered around the edge of her asshole. I could smell the ripe scent as she held me against her pussy lips. FFRRRLLATTSSTHT! A resounding fart gave way to the shit, smacking the table. My big sister giggled, dropping me onto the soft brown texture. I coughed, caught up in the harsh methane smells. I could feel bits of beef and spaghetti she had for dinner and I dove into it all. I looked up to find Amelia smiling above me. Her shit caked asshole was spread wide open, slowly lowering. “Here it comes fart boy,” she declared. With a steady heart, I was sat on by the love of my life. BBBRRRSLLLTTT! Her asshole sharted above me, coating me in additional shit particles. My insignificant lungs could barely take it. My big sister sat her full weight on the turd, mushing me into the center. FFFFRRRRTTTT! BBBLLLPPOOPPP! PPRRRSSSBBLTTT! Fart after fart coated me in deeper with the shit. I was one with her glorious ass, taking in all she could dish out on me. FFFFORRRSSSHHTTTT! A splendid wet fart coated me with extra poop juice to which she let out a concerned cry. “All right fart boy, time’s up.” I heard past my daze. My wise love rose, letting me catch my breath. “Wait!” I cried as her booty escaped my graces. “Please, let me kiss your wondrous asshole!” Against her better judgement, Amelia rolled her eyes and scooped me up. She knew I was such a devoted fool for her anus. “Make it quick, little fart catcher.” she said, pushing her anus forward. My lips and body bent forward to touch the soft, meaty texture of her awe-inspiring butthole. But then there was a change of plans. Unknown to her, I had swallowed an antidote to her shrinking pills. While she was caught off guard I threw her against the kitchen wall, slamming her into the telephone. “Ahh!” she cried in pain. “What the-”. It was far too late. I was enlarged and already on her. “You know what else grows with these fucking pills?!” I declared. She turned, the best she could with my superior strength. She gasped at what she saw. My cock, enlarged beyond belief jutted out from my waistline. She screamed, letting out the perfect opportunity. I thrust my cock into her mouth, giving her a taste of her own medicine. “Yeah, hows that taste bitch?!” She let out gargled screams as my cock penetrated depths she could only fathom when I was a tiny. I didn’t stop there. My dick migrated to her pussy, giving me more pleasure than her. She hated to admit it, but I was giving her orgasms any other guy wouldn’t dream of giving her. I smacked her ass, and she let out a frightened fart; I turned my gaze to her anal culprit. “no..you wouldn’t!” she cried. I looked her dead in the eyes. “Oh I would.” Her screams of pleasure now turned to pain as I buried my dick into her butthole. She wouldn’t shit right ever again, on anybody. I laughed as my cum plugged up her pooper for good. I rose, letting her snivel in a pathetic heap. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I sat in my room waiting for Amelia to come bug me about the story. I was fed up. So fed up with all her bullshit. Let her come in and try to fart on me. I don’t care what she does. She will never stifle my creativity. I was just about to draw some anime girls when she appeared at my doorside. Completely naked. “Nice story,” she said. “I would make a few changes...but otherwise, I loved it.” She turned round, throwing the notebook open at my feet. There was a page marked for me. BBRRRRFFFOOTTT! With that, she left the room. I dared myself to pick up the notebook. Inside, beside the original shit-stain she had put in my notebook, was a note...written entirely in shit. “Care to try this out sometime? XOXOXOXO”. Oh fuck. |
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