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Protein Farts - Part 2

Later that day

I really need a nap. I had just washed the smell of my step-sister's asscrack off my face and was getting ready to hop into bed. I'm still feeling pretty good. I've got this whole week without my parents home—no more school, no more homework, and best of all no more of my step-sister farting up my nose.

I fall into bed and close my eyes. Just as I drift off my door opens and in barges my former tormentor. She's wearing the same shorts and brings with her the faint odor of fart.

"What the hell sis! You said you would leave me alone after that! What the fuck do you want?"

"I just want to show you a funny video quickly. Come on bro, it'll just take 10 seconds"

"For fuck's sake, alright. But you'd better get the hell out right after."

She opens up my laptop and sticks something in the USB port. She quickly loads up the video and sits next to me on the bed, excited as a girl on Christmas morning. I look at the title of the file.

Protein Farts

"What is this?" I ask.

"Just wait" she replies, hitting the play button.

The video begins, fading in from black. The scene is in her room. Wait—that's me. That's me on my knees behind her, my face planted firmly in her backside.

The sound of a wet fart is audible. "Haha, smell it brother!". I'm heard sniffing her fart. I'm thanking her. I'm kissing her ass. She farts again. The video fades to back.

I'm dumbfounded, gawking at the screen. She's staring at me triumphantly.

How the hell did she—wait. That camera on her desk! It was recording! God I'm so stupid, I just—

"So, big brother," she began, "I saved this video online. This USB drive isn't the only copy..."

"You bitch—"

"Which means," she interrupted "you ought to watch your tone with me. What do you think would happen if I shared this on facebook? Do you want to be known for the rest of your life as a fartsniffer?"

"Please sis. This isn't cool. You can't share that video." I begged her.

"It's alright big brother. I won't tell anyone that you're my fart-cushion. I don't want to expose you"

I almost felt relief, but something was off about her.

"This can be our little secret, my little fart boy." She proclaimed.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm going to keep this video between you and me. But it's gonna cost youuuu!" she taunted. "You're going to be reenacting that little scene every day for the rest of your life!"

"Like hell I am!" I shot out of bed. "I am NOT going to subject myself to that again!"

"Listen bro. You can either willingly be my fart bitch, and nobody has to know. Orrr, I can show everyone that video and make you my fart bitch anyway. You know I'm too strong for you now."

She was right. I can't believe it, but I have no way out of this. At the very least I need to play along until I can come up with a plan to get rid of the evidence. But for now she's right—I'm trapped.

"Now are you going to come quietly big brother, or am I going to have to make you?"

I felt so humiliated. "I'll come quietly sis..."

"Good boy! Now for our first game..." She drew the covers of my bed up to her torso and grunted. A long, deep fart rumbled in the bed. "Ahhhh. Now come under the blankets for your first dutch oven."

I sighed and resigned myself to my fate. I can't believe I'm doing this. I crawled under the covers and was hit with the warmth of her fresh fart.

"You'd better only be breathing through your nose unless you want your friends to see that video." She said, and I did as she said. "Hang on, I got another one coming. Get your face in my butt again."

I planted my face in her backside, making sure to sniff loud enough that she could hear me. I have to make a good show of this. If she gets angry she'd ruin my social life.

"Hey, before I let it rip, pull down my shorts and stick your nose right in my crack."

Ugh, she's so disgusting. Fine, I'll just pull these down and—wait, is she not wearing underwear?

"Come on sis, I'm not going to stick my face in your bare ass!"

"Oh yes you are, and you're going to LIKE IT!" she yelled, shoving the back of my head into her ass.

She grunts and another fart vibrates my face. The smell is powerful, however in a show of compliance I nestle my face deeper in between her cheeks and take a deep breath.

"Ahh, this feels so good." she says, "I really could get used to this."

She shifts her position and lays on her stomach. Dutifully I follow and wait behind her ass for her next fart.

"I see you've learned your place then brother—saves me the energy of constantly giving you instructions. Or is it that you actually like my pretty farties? Aww, do you have a little crush?"

"Mmhphmm" I affirmed from her backside. The air around me completely stunk of her gas. Any self-respecting man would not be doing this shit. But she had me by the balls.

A quiet gust of warm gas brushed my face, soiling the air beneath the blankets. This was her nastiest fart yet.

"Ewwwww!" She laughed maniacally. "I can smell that from up here! Silent but deadly, haha! How can you even stand that right out of my butt?"

I didn't reply but kept sniffing loud enough for her to hear. I figured she'd eventually get disinterested and move on to something else.

"You know I thought this would get boring without you fighting back," she punctuated her thought with a quick fart, "ahh, but it's actually even more funny watching you smell my butt on your own. But I'm getting a little sleepy bro. Mind if I crash in your room tonight? We can sleep together like we used to when we were little!"

I lifted my face from her ass, "You can't be serious. I'm not going to sleep like this. This is—"

"Ah, ah, ah, remember the video brother! Now I want show you a little trick." She lifted up her legs, still laying on her stomach. "Place both your arms under my thighs."

"Uh, alright." I complied.

"Come on, right up to the shoulder bro!"

She pulled my hands up to her breasts, having the side-effect of bringing my face uncomfortably close to her ass. Then she brought down her legs, completely trapping my arms under her thighs.

"What are you doing?!" I cried.

She giggled, "Now you have no choice but to sleep over!" She pulled my arms further, completely wedging my face in her ass crack. I felt my lips brush her anus. It was moist with sweat. "Comfy?"

"Mmmphhhmm" I mutterred from her asshole.

"Just one more thing bro. Aren't you going to kiss me goodnight?"

I felt her asshole pucker for a fart. I knew what she was going to do if I kissed her. This was the point of no return, If I did this she would completely own me—I could never interact with her without both of us remembering this moment. Am I really about to do this?

I hesitantly planted a long, wet kiss on her anus. A rumbling fart entered my mouth. I swallowed it.

"Goodnight bro!"

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