Ben hated his Sister.
Well, not his Sister per se. Ella was his Stepsister- her wealthy father had married his mother and they'd all moved to a huge country house. Ella's Dad was a really chill dude and Ben was surprised to find that they got along really well. Sounds perfect, right?
Well, that was the problem. Ella was TOO perfect. She was short at only 5' 2", with long blonde hair that fell past her pretty face. She attended a private school, so was constantly prancing around in a buttoned-up shirt and a tartan skirt, with knee high socks and a tie to finish off the look. She got top marks in all her classes (as Ben's Mother seemed to always remind him), attended church every Sunday, helped with the chores around the house, was always studying or reading... you get the idea. The 17-year-old had also vowed to not have sex until marriage and wouldn't even have a boyfriend until she was "finished with her schooling". God, Ben hated her. She set such an impossible standard for him- the typical 17-year-old boy with the average grades and average life. While he was going to parties and smoking pot, she was doing charity work and helping old ladies across the street. Ben believed that she'd always be above him, and he resented her for it. However, one day everything changed.
On that fateful day, the family had just had a dinner of chili con carne, with tortillas and sour cream.
"Delicious dinner, Julia!" Ella said in her posh accent that Ben hated, flashing a dazzling smile. Ben's Mum smiled warmly.
"Thank you, Ella. Ben, be a dear and do the washing up?" she asked as she and Ella's Dad got up from the table. Sighing, Ben nodded and started to fill the washing up bowl. He was just rinsing the first plate when Ella tapped on his shoulder.
"Brother dear, I'll wash up if you'd like?" Ella asked, smiling. Ben shook his head, annoyed.
"I'm FINE, Ella. Just because I hate washing up doesn't mean I can't do it!" he snapped. Ella frowned.
"Well, maybe if you did it more you'd learn to enjoy it?" she suggested. Ben rolled his eyes.
"Yeah well, maybe if you weren't such a stuck up bitch you'd learn to enjoy it less!" he muttered under his breath. He turned to see Ella go bright red and was alarmed to see that her eyes were glistening with tears. "Wait Ella I'm so-" he began, only to be stop once she turned on her heels and ran upstairs. He sighed, felling guilty. He decided that, once the washing up was done, he'd go apologise.
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Upstairs, Ella sat on her bed and wiped her eyes. She'd done EVERYTHING to try and get Ben to accept her as his Sister, but nothing had worked. Sighing, she decided to do a bit of revision would cheer her up. She was just flicking through her textbook when her stomach gave a loud gurgle. Frowning, she rubbed it for a bit until...
Prrpt!
She let out a small fart onto her bed, which made her stomach feel a little better. Tentatively, she sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose at the smell.
"Goodness me, that is awful. I do hope the dinner didn't agree with me..." she said to herself. Her stomach gurgled again as she lifted one buttcheek off the bed.
PRRRLLLRRPT!
She gasped in surprise as a large, loud fart burst out of her ass. Once again, she wrinkled her nose as the eggy smell hit her.
"Oh dear, my stomach is hurting," she grunted, rubbing her griping belly. "I sure am glad I didn't do these downstairs...".
PRRROOORLLPRRRPT!
An even louder, wetter fart echoed from her behind and Ella giggled quietly. She sniffed the air.
"Wow, these really do smell!" she murmured. She took another sniff of the air... but this time something was different. As she inhaled the foul smell, she felt a familiar heat growing between her legs... something she'd felt a couple of times before. She slowly reached a hand towards her crotch but stopped herself.
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ФанфикStory archivist: Hi! its been a while and i.. its been a long month from making this book, I know and there and there has been in my head lately that... what if I expand the one-shots into, like 50-100 books I know it's ambitious but. think about i...