PART 1
I’d just moved into my dorm for my first semester of college when I made the worst mistake of my life.
Given my social anxiety, my older sister, Rachel, and I had decided to room together for my first year.
Apparently most buildings don’t allow coed roommates, so we were in an old, isolated building with only a few other people, who were all on different floors. The room itself was alright, the floor was carpeted, so it felt cozy. Unfortunately, there was no AC, so it was commonly sweltering inside, even with a window fan.
Rachel was a Sophomore, and something of a loner. She probably wouldn’t have had her little brother as a roommate if she wasn’t.
I was just getting settled for the night when she walked in. Her Raven black hair was in a tight ponytail, and she was wearing her exercise leggings and stained plain t shirt. The leggings accentuated her figure, showing off her ass. Rachel had a soft, large butt, round and perky, that barely fit into her leggings. It would be perfect on any other girl, but since she was my sister, I tried not to think about it.
Rachel looks unassuming at first, 5’11, all curves, and a considerable amount of fat in all the right areas. Underneath her soft figure, though, she had a lot of hard muscle, with powerful legs. I would know. Every time we fought as kids (and more recently, honestly), she would win handily.
When she wasn’t hitting the gym, she mostly stuck to a more relaxed style, everything from skirts with black stockings to short shorts.
Rachel walked towards her bed, and as she did, I caught a whiff of BO blown towards me by the fan. She was visibly sweaty. Her skin was oily, and I’m pretty sure her leggings weren’t quite that shade around the butt and crotch before she started her routine.
“Jesus, you stink. How long were you at the gym?”
“A few hours”, she responded. “It’s 90 degrees out, of course I’m going to sweat a little.”
I just shrugged and began making my bed. Based on her expression, I may have to apologize tomorrow. Rachel has a horrible temper, especially when she feels she’s been insulted. Somehow, I’d never learned to keep my mouth shut.
Apparently, she decided the conversation wasn’t done yet. The carpet muffled her footsteps as she walked up behind me, and casually put me in a headlock. I started to panic, and gagged from the proximity of her sweaty armpit.
Unfortunately, that only seemed to make her more angry.
“Oh, it’s that bad, huh? Why don’t you get a nice good whiff.”
I tried to choke out a hasty “I’m sorry”, but was cut short as she began dragging me to the ground.
Keeping me face up, she shoved my head through the gap between the back of her chair and the cushion. Rachel held one hand on my throat, and slowly walked around the edge of the chair.
Now I really started to panic. Rachel would occasionally sit on my face when we play-fought as kids, and I did not want to become so closely acquainted with it again, considering the sweat dripping down her thighs.
Carefully keeping her strangle hold on my neck, she slowly began to lower her ass towards my face. A single drop of sweat landed on the tip of my nose, and I started desperately flailing my limbs. It was no use. In contrast to Rachel, I never had been very strong. Painfully slowly, she kept lowering herself. Clearly, she was enjoying herself. Seeing the smirk on her face scared me even more.
The skin-tight fabric of my sister’s leggings were practically begging for mercy. The seams were stretched to the breaking point, and the back of the leggings were sliding slightly into her buttcrack, giving her a wedgie. I could see her lacy black panties through them.
Seeing Rachel’s butt inches above me, I had a flashback of the most brutal punishment she’d ever given me, a few years ago. This was after the incident where her boyfriend broke up with her, and I’d never seen her so mad. She’d hog tied me, taped my mouth shut, and dutch ovened me in her bed all night. One of Rachel’s farts could clear a room on a bad day, so as you can imagine, it was a hellish night.
She was fully aware of how toxic her farts would be, and would occasionally weaponize them. Our parents had always kept her in check, though, and she never really wanted to torture me, it was just tough sibling love. Okay, maybe with the occasional punishment, but still.
Back in the present, our parents, or anyone else for that matter, were nowhere to be found. She continued to lower herself, but I was confused to find she wasn’t aiming for my face correctly. She suddenly halted above my chin, then quickly removed her hands and dropped the last couple inches onto my throat.
I was taken by complete surprise, and after an initial jolt, I breathed a sigh of relief. I hadn’t pissed her off too badly.
At least, I tried to breathe a sigh of relief, before being reminded that Rachel was crushing my windpipe with her full weight.
The warm, damp fabric of her leggings started forming itself around my throat, and the musty smell of my big sister’s body odor got stronger. My mouth and nose were inches from the sweat-stained crotch of her leggings, and I could smell everything.
I stopped struggling, coming to the conclusion that I wasn’t going anywhere no matter what I did. I just focused on taking shallow, labored breaths.
Rachel took a couple of her belts out of her closet, and began tightening one first around my wrists, and then my legs, apparently just in case I thrashed harder than she expected.
I couldn’t see her face past her boobs anymore. They weren’t very large, about average in fact, but from my current perspective, it didn’t take much to block her expression. I had no clue what was going through her mind anymore.
I could barely choke in any air at all, making a tortured wheezing sound every time I did. I didn’t particularly want to breathe, considering the smell, but I had to do something. Rachel never shifted posture, continuing to crush me with her full weight. I was probably lucky to be breathing at all, because her buttcrack had landed square on my windpipe.
I could smell the residue of old, faded farts on her chair and leggings, but that wasn’t so bad as getting the real thing. I just resigned myself to getting crushed until she calmed down. She’d never done anything like this before, but I figured she’d lose interest soon enough. I never escaped Rachel once she got me pinned.
After a few minutes, she started bouncing up and down a little, laughing softly when I choked. I had to endure it, I couldn’t even struggle.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was probably 5-10 minutes, she stood up.
I began desperately gasping for air, finally able to fill my lungs now that Rachel wasn’t strangling me.
“What, am I that fat?!” She asked, apparently angry at my reaction to being released. She always has been sensitive about her weight.
She plopped herself right back down, and then started to bounce harder. I was getting less and less air every time, and I began to genuinely fear she would kill me. That would be something, strangled to death by my sister’s rank butt jammed into leggings a half size too small.
At this point, I started to get angry. I probably deserved the first part, to an extent, but this was just ridiculous. With every jolt of weight, I got more and more outraged at what Rachel was doing to me.
Finally, after another eternity, she relented. This time, I was careful to restrain myself from reacting too much.
“So, do you have something to say?”
I swallowed my anger, and decided to apologize “I’m sorry for what I said. You don’t smell too bad.” It was clearly a forced apology, but I doubted she would mind too much.
“And?”
Looks like we were going through this old game again. “And you’re the best sister ever.”
“And?”
“And you’re stronger, smarter, and better than me.”
To my astonishment, she stayed put.
“Now, apologize for insulting my body.”
Up until this point, I was mostly just resigned, but now I had just had it. I had already groveled, and now she wanted me to apologize to her because she strangled me?
I felt a white hot spike of anger, and before thinking twice, yelled “go fuck yourself. You sit on my throat, and then get angry with me for being relieved you get off? Try losing some weight, fatass!”
She suddenly got a very blank look in her eye. I should’ve recognized it from the boyfriend incident, but with my current emotional state, I wasn’t really noticing anything.
“You may want to rethink that response”, she responded, voice completely flat.
This normally would’ve scared me to the point of stuttering. Instead, it just inspired another white hot spark of defiance. I didn’t even think once, let alone twice.
“Yeah right, I’m surprised you didn’t break right through the chair, you cow”
I saw Rachel’s face turn a deep shade of red, before she turned around and sat back down. To my horror, she sat down straight on my face, and began wiggling around to shift my face into the exact position she wanted. Finally, after a few seconds,my mouth was barely able to get air from under her crotch, and my nose was jammed securely in her wedgied buttcrack.
The stench of her body odor was suddenly overpowering, as I was forced to sniff with my nose shoved straight up Rachel’s crack. The stale smell of old farts started to get stronger, too.
As more sweat from her butt and crotch started trickling into my airways, I really started to panic. I was in living hell, and it would only be worse if she decides to fart on me. Rachel’s forethought with the belts paid off, I could barely even wiggle around.
My mouth was quickly starting to fill with stale sweat from my big sister’s crotch. The 90 degree air was making its presence known. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise, though, as I had enough room to make one last appeal to Rachel.
“Rachel, please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please don’t do this.”
It was muffled by her sweat-soaked crotch, but still audible. For a second, I really thought Rachel would listen. She cocked her head, hesitated, and then leaned back a little, and opened a drawer in her desk. I stared at her back hopefully, her pony tail gently swaying. Her conditioner smelled good, but it wasn’t enough to do me any good down here.
After a few second’s delay, a soaked bit of cloth was jammed in my mouth. Water started pouring out of it, that tasted like the distilled essence of Rachel’s horrific BO. I loudly gagged, and started to screech, but Rachel slapped a hand over my mouth. She turned around, before dangling a bit of faded orange cloth in front of my eyes.
I suddenly realized what I was looking at. It was Rachel’s used gym sock. I was visibly soaked through with sweat from her workout, with very clear imprints from all five of her toes, as well as her heel. Just by looking at it, I could tell the smell could strip paint off of walls. I suddenly knew what was in my mouth, and gagged harder.
She turned around, laughing, and shoved the second sock in my mouth as well. The two barely fit, and I gagged some more as the first sock was forced partway down my throat. I barely kept myself from vomiting.
Rachel just laughed harder, and I heard the sound of a roll of tape being used. She applied several layers of packing tape left over from move-in day to my mouth. The socks were staying put.
After making sure I was strapped in tight, Rachel relaxed, leaning back, and started to hum to herself. She seemed very satisfied with our current position, so I didn’t think she was going to let me up for a long time.
She enjoyed the sounds of me gagging, and struggling to inhale air from her butt. Sure, she didn’t hate her brother, but bending me completely to her will was pretty satisfying.
Laughing some more, she said “hope you’re comfortable, bro, you’re not going anywhere.”
This night had taken the worst turn imaginable. A perfectly normal day had culminated in me strapped to my big sister’s chair, inhaling air straight from her rank butt crack, and choking on her rancid gym socks. How could this get any worse? To top it all off, it was Friday night, so Rachel could keep me here as long as she wanted.
It seems I had jinxed myself because right after, my worst fears were confirmed. I heard a distant rumble from above me. Rachel didn’t shift, but I knew what was coming. I started hyperventilating, struggling for all I was worth. All that resulted in was me sinking my nose even deeper into Rachel’s crack, making the smell so much worse. I couldn’t even scream.
She completely ignored my struggling, continuing to sit contentedly, drowning her little brother in ass sweat.
Finally, after a couple minutes, I heard it:
ssssssssssst.
One of Rachel’s infamous SBDs.
PART 2
A few hours later, I blinked bleary, bloodshot eyes, and checked my alarm clock, sitting across the room.
1 AM. Rachel had been farting directly up my nose for the last 2 hours, and showed no sign of relenting. I’d rarely ever seen her sit so still for so long. She must really be enjoying the situation.
At this point, all fight had completely left me. I laid there limp as Rachel used me as her personal fart cushion. I’d sucked most of the sweat out of her socks at this point, forced to swallow what felt like gallons of her rancid sweat. The taste of salt and spoiled food still encompassed my entire mouth.
The night brought cool air outside, so Rachel’s ass finally stopped sweating. I could feel the old sweat still sticking to my face, but at least it had stopped dripping down my nose. Every time I inhaled, all I could smell was stale, stagnant sweat and her horrible gas. I swear that woman has twice as many sweat glands as a normal person.
The only light was her singular desk lamp. I think she was doing homework. This only added to the humiliation as I sniffed her latest toxic emission. She was just using my face as a piece of furniture, to be paid no more mind than the chair my head was propped up on.
The tip of my nose was bent backwards towards my eyes, my nostrils wide open and pointed directly at Rachel’s asshole. I was sniffing it straight from the source.
Suddenly, I felt her buttcheeks clench a little, making it harder to breathe. I’d panicked the first few times it happened, but now I knew what was coming.
Brrrrrrrrrpt
A dry, hot fart clawed its way down my nostrils, and I could do nothing but try and breathe it all in, to give myself at least some fresh air. I gagged again, but Rachel had long since stopped responding to those, not even to laugh at me. I wasn’t even sure if she could hear it through the packing tape and socks.
Right as I was starting to filter the last of the waste dump that was Rachel’s bowels, she tensed again.
Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
This one was long, hot, and practically silent. But, from my unwanted yet extensive experience with my big sister’s bowel movements, I knew that it was only going to be worse.
The smell scorched the inside of my nose as I was forced to inhale the entire thing . It was like someone had taken all of the worst parts of the cafeteria’s food, and left them to rot for several months. I don’t know what was happening in Rachel’s stomach, but I did not want to be on the receiving end of it.
I began spamming from the horrific smell, but Rachel didn’t even acknowledge it. She knew full well the toxic swamp she was responsible for creating. She seemed to be enjoying my suffering more and more, though. This fart was particularly long, too, so I would be choking on this one for a while.
After several minutes of labored, tortured breathing, the air around my face was getting no better. I don’t know how much longer I can take this treatment.
Splrrrrrrrrrt
Without warning, a wet fart sprayed out of my sister’s butt and directly up my nose. I was forced to inhale it, no air escaping the vacuum seal of Rachel’s damp leggings to my face. The toxic miasma around my face got even wetter, and more warm as well.
Apparently it was a bit wetter than Rachel expected, because she gasped and shifted her weight. This freed my nose from her crack at least partially, but then as she kept shifting, it got even worse.
Suddenly, my nose was scraped against a part of her leggings that was even more warm, sticky, and wet. At this point I started screaming and struggling again, and Rachel did eventually get up.
“Fuck, I think something from the dining hall isn’t agreeing with me. I’m gonna ruin these pants.”
I hoped that I would never have to experience anything like that again, but at least it looks like biology is going to force Rachel to let me go, even if she doesn’t want to.
Above me, I saw her shrug. “Eh, these panties were getting old anyway.”
Unexpectedly, she started peeling her leggings off of her butt cheeks. They were slightly stuck with sweat, peeling off of her damp skin inch by inch. I shuddered, practically being able to see the miasma rolling off of them.
Rachel pulled first one leg, then another out of her leggings, exposing most of the skin of her perfect butt. It was perfectly round, each cheek sticking out several inches. They both were firm but soft, as I now knew, with a slight jiggle to them as she moved around pantless.
Her toned thighs were now exposed to the air, the muscles visibly pulling taught as she stretched herself out. Every part of her legs glistened with the sweat that had soaked her leggings. The fan blew the sharp tang of her armpits into my nose when she raised her arms above her head, but at this point I had experienced far, far worse.
My older sister’s butt was practically swallowing a pair of lacy black panties underneath. They barely covered anything apart from her crack, and were soaked even more thoroughly than the rest of her clothing. My nose had given her a deep wedgie, but she didn’t seem to be in a rush to do anything about that.
On the fabric that was covering part of her right buttcheek, I could see a few small holes. These were apparently very well-worn, the fabric thin and faded. I’m not sure how good a job Rachel did of washing them.
I was utterly amazed that she was giving me a full display right now. As much as I hated to admit it, Rachel’s ass made her look like a goddess. Unfortunately, it’s emissions had disabused me of that notion.
By the nature of being roommates, I’d seen her partly undressed before, but Rachel had never shown this much skin before. If she was just going to let me go, why strip first?
Then, she started chuckling. It all clicked.
“That’s unlucky for you, bro. I’d hate to ruin my favorite pair of leggings, so it looks like you’re gonna have to take it from even closer.”
I started screaming at the top of my lungs, struggling for all I was worth. There was no way I was spending the night nose to butt with my big sister wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy panties.
I’d never imagined Rachel would take it this far. I knew she was mad, but I didn’t think I’d pissed her off that badly. Regardless of what I thought, she was about to cross a line she’s never even approached before.
Even without the socks, my screaming would’ve been no use. Nobody was even on our floor, let alone close enough to hear my struggles. Rachel grabbed either side of my head, and began lowering herself again.
I managed to shake loose, so she sat on the side of my head by mistake
Sighing, she stood back up. “Unless you want my panties to replace the socks in your mouth, I suggest you stop struggling.” She tilted her head. “Hmmmm, maybe I’ll do it anyway. I wonder how you’d like the taste of fresh skid marks?”
My bloodshot eyes shot wide open, and I frantically shook my head.
“Alright, then. Be a good boy and sit still. I’ll consider letting you up later.”
I was forced to sit perfectly still as my worst nightmare approached. Rachel made sure her aim was perfect, my nose settling even deeper, the edge of my nostrils touching her asshole. Only a small, worn piece of ripped fabric kept me from making direct contact skin on skin.
The strap of her panties was even more moist and warm than the leggings had been. It smelled like the fabric was etched with every fart that had ever passed through them. Considering how beat up they were, they might well be years old.
The warm, wet, sticky skin of Rachel’s butt encompassed my entire face. I could barely see out behind the curve of her butt. There wasn’t much to see regardless, just Rachel’s black ponytail shaking as she laughed herself silly over my obvious discomfort.
This was far beyond any punishment she’d ever inflicted on me before; sure, we’d wrestled, and she’d occasionally weaponize her toxic gas, but this was on another level. I was suffocating in a toxic smog of old fart and stale sweat. The smell was rolling off Rachel’s butt in waves, choking me. I had no choice but to keep sniffing.
I knew I had to calm down, or I would find out what my sister’s heavily used panties tasted like. Rachel never made a threat she wasn’t prepared to follow through on.
I felt her tense again, and braced myself.
Brrrrrpt
This fart was at least dry, but it rumbled deeply, carrying the smell of rotting cafeteria food. It was musty and sour, and all of it was going straight up my nose.
I was forced to suck up every last bit of Rachel’s gas. None was able to escape the seal of her buttcheeks on my face, so it sat in a noxious cloud around my nose until I’d filtered it all.
Spppppppt
Another hot, dry fart clawed it’s way into my lungs, burning my nose all the way down. It smelled like she must’ve put some hot sauce on her food earlier. That always wreaked havoc on Rachel’s digestive system, but she didn’t mind.
Spttttttttt
Pfffffft
Blrrrrrrt
3 more atrocious farts forced their way out of Rachel’s ass one after another. Just one of them would have cleared a room on its own, but I was forced to take the brunt of all 3.
Suddenly, a deep, angry rumbling was heard from above. I could barely see Rachel start to clutch her stomach.
“Oh fuck, this is gonna be bad”
There were a few seconds of pure silence, both of us waiting to see what her stomach churned out now.
SPPPPPPttttpppppprrrrrrtt
The latest abomination to come out of Rachel started strong and loud, and tapered to a wet splatter at the end. I was sickened just from hearing it, but I was in the middle of exhaling, and so was forced to take a deep breath.
The smell hit me like a punch to the face. This was quite possibly the worst fart Rachel had ever had. It was like everything she’d ever eaten in the past 5 years had forced its way out at once, only to be forced straight up my nose. It was putrid, and immediately set me to a new fit of gagging and coughing.
The situation got worse, as I could tell that her panties were noticeably wetter. It felt like something extra had come out, and I could definitely smell it.
After a few seconds of stunned silence, Rachel burst out laughing, leaning back in her chair. This pressed my nose even harder against her asshole, mashing the soiled wet fabric against my nostrils.
“Oh my god”, she said, still laughing. “I’m gonna have to stop before I shit on you”.
I started to panic, but she continued
“Don’t worry, I won’t take it that far. You’ve almost made up for your behavior. I’ll just let you marinate in that one for a while, and we’ll have a little chat.”
I really didn’t like her tone, but I could do nothing but hope she was merciful and got up soon.
That hope proved to be in vain, and Rachel once again settled. I was forced to vacuum up the entirety of my sister’s latest bomb, and began to cry as I did so. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
Finally, after she’d submerged me in her putrid cheeks for so long that her underwear had started to dry a little, Rachel cleared her throat.
“So. I think you’ve just about made it up to me.”
I began to sag in relief
“Since I’m your sister and I love you, I’ll be generous and give you a choice”, she continued. “I’ll let you up and forget this ever happened if you show me that you’re sorry.”
I began to nod yes. I would do almost anything to get out of this situation.
“Great. I’ll accept your apology in the form of a 5 minute make out session with my bare asshole. I expect you to be sloppy, passionate, and enthusiastic. Show your big sister just how much you love her.”
Rebellion must have flashed in my eyes, as she continued before I could respond.
“Or alternatively, we can spend the entire weekend together, doing whatever I want. We’ll see how sorry you are at the end.”
Well, I found out what the “almost” in “almost anything” meant. Kissing her puckered asshole for even a second, let alone 5 minutes, was too much. Nothing she could ever do to me could possibly top those 5 minutes.
I glared at Rachel in response.
“Is that a no?” She asked, genuinely surprised. She somehow genuinely expected me to lick her uncleaned asshole for calling her a name.
I nodded.
A look of genuine astonishment spread across her face. Concerningly, it was slowly replaced with a grin.
“Alrighty then! I’ll go freshen up, and then I’ll put you to bed.”
She walked into the bathroom. I waited with my head on her chair, still sitting in a cloud of sweat and gas. I heard a few grunts, and the sound of a toilet flushing. After waiting for 15 minutes, Rachel was finally out of the bathroom to release me.
For some reason, she was wearing her workout leggings again. She had her pair of disgusting panties in one hand, and a length of rope in another.
I must’ve looked confused, because she said “oh, I’m just going commando for the night” as if that explained everything.
Rachel put the panties on her bed, and I could see a visible skid mark in the buttcrack. Then, she approached with the rope and a spare blanket. She laid me out flat on the carpet, rolled me up in the blanket, and tied me up with the rope. I started to sweat immediately, despite the room’s relatively cool temperature.
I was still gagged, so I couldn’t even ask what she was doing.
Rachel squatted over me, and I was left in the awkward position of making direct eye contact with her camel toe. I guess the back wasn’t the only part of her leggings that was too tight. Finally, Rachel hefted me up onto her shoulder, and tossed me into bed…
Her bed.
Finally, she ripped the tape off my mouth. I coughed up her gym socks, now coated in a slimy layer of saliva. The socks were gone, but the sour, vinegary taste of my sister’s feet stayed on my tastebuds.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “I thought you said I could go to bed”
“I never said your bed, silly. You’re sleeping with me tonight.”
A dozen images of what Rachel might be intending to do to me tonight flashed through my head, each one even worse than the one that came before.
“Then why did you remove the gag?”
I was too confused to even be properly scared. Then, I heard the sound of tape ripping again.
“So I could do this”
My older sister then proceeded to cram her sweat-soaked, rancid panties into my mouth, skid mark first.
Of course, with my luck, the brown streak landed straight on my tongue. It tasted so much worse than I could’ve ever imagined. All of Rachel’s worst farts were blended together into a horrific paste, which smeared itself across my tongue. It was the most disgusting thing I’d ever tasted, made even worse by the fact that I knew where it came from.
I sat bolt upright, and opened my mouth to spit them right back out. The collected remains of my sister's sharts started to mix with my saliva, filling my entire mouth with the taste of her intestines.
Rachel casually restrained me, forcing me to lay back down and straddling my chest. Looking as if she hadn’t a care in the world, she sealed my mouth with tape, locking her shart residue in her little brother’s mouth.
“I suggest you start sucking on them, so you remove the stain. You’re gonna have a long night, and those are staying. May as well remove my little present as quick as possible”
I gagged into the tape, hard. If I hadn’t been getting desensitized all night, I probably would’ve vomited then and there. I almost did, but barely kept it down. I was coming to find the difference between tasting and smelling something could be unbelievably large.
I started weeping, already knowing this would be the worst night of my life. My taste buds were under constant assault from the worst Rachel had to offer, and she had implied she wasn’t done with me yet. Sure enough, she shoved me under her sheets, face down.
Rachel then crawled into bed, shoving legs to either side of my body, with my shoulders resting on the back of her thighs. That, of course, left my face using her butt as a pillow. At least I wasn’t shoved in her crack anymore.
Her leggings still stank stale sweat and old farts, made no better by the passage of time.
Then, to my surprise, Rachel grabbed my hair.
“Didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, did you?”
I felt the belt she’d grabbed earlier start to wrap around the back of my head.
“I’m not done with you yet”
Suddenly, she yanked on my hair, pulling my head straight. Then, she pulled the belt as tight as she could, pulling me straight back into her buttcrack. Apparently she still wasn’t satisfied, because she grabbed the belt with both hands and yanked as hard as she could. Once, twice, three times. Each time, somehow, Rachel somehow managed to wedge me even deeper. My nose got crushed against the fabric of her already skin tight leggings. She forced every fraction of an inch she could get out of them. By the end of it, my nose was crunched at an awkward angle right up against her anus, her leggings threatening to rip from being stretched so tight.
I heard the fabric make a strained pulling sound, but they didn’t quite give way. At this point I was practically vacuum sealed to her butt, my entire face buried between her soft cheeks.
Rachel looked back over her shoulder contentedly at the sight. Half of her little brother’s entire head had disappeared up her butt crack. The face wasn’t even visible, my ears barely breaking the surface.
Trapped completely in my sister’s rank butt crack, I softly began to cry again. I couldn’t hear anything but the ominous rumblings of Rachel’s gut. The smell of stale, cold sweat was overpowering, and I was still choking on the heinous remains of my big sister’s sharts.
I couldn’t even move a muscle, perfectly trapped in my sister’s body. In the course of one night, I’d gone from a thinking, living human being with free will to an object, bent completely to Rachel’s will.
All I existed for tonight was to vacuum up my sibling’s toxic waste.
As I started to drift off, Rachel’s butt my only pillow, she farted.
Bppppppppt
As her farts go, it was relatively tame, but I knew this was only the beginning. |