By: Spam314314
Cassie and Michael had the kind of sibling relationship every set of parents dreamed of when they imagined having children. There was almost never any bickering, mean words, or fights between the two. From day one, Michael thought his older sister Cassie hung the moon. Cassie, meanwhile, was a perfect mentor despite barely being a year older. The two were inseparable from a young age and were always each other’s best friends. The only rocky part of their relationship was Michael’s senior year when he was in high school while she was away in college. When he graduated, there was no doubt he was going to move in with his sister. She didn’t even bother making a post that she was looking for a roommate.
There was just one tiny hitch in their relationship, and it only affected Cassie. One that stemmed from a desire she’d started feeling a few years ago.
A small part of her fantasized about dominating her brother. Well, domination in general was her kink, but there was an extra special place in her fantasies for him. It was her dirty little secret. She never talked to anyone about it, never wrote in down in her diaries, didn’t even dare hint at it for fear that it would change how he looked at her if he found out. Imagine the person you look up to the most and are best friends with dreams tying you up, sitting on your face and smothering you with her ass and farts almost every single night? Knowing they hate it and will beg you to stop? At the ripe age of 20, she knew it was a secret she’d take to her grave.
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Cassie walked through the little market. A few vendors set up tents in a big lot to sell goods for the holiday season coming up. The snow flittered around, dusting everything and everyone. With a steaming hot chocolate in her hand, She was more than ready to browse away and happily perused tent after tent. She purchased a few small items, but never really committed to anything big.
It was starting to get dark. It did that early this time of year, but that didn’t make Cassie feel any more secure about walking alone in pitch-black night. On the way to her car, she was distracted by a soft plop cracking through the dry winter air. She looked over to see a small black wallet indented in the snow. Luckily, there weren’t many people around, and only one person walking away could have feasibly dropped it here. She opened the wallet and checked just to be sure. The appearance seemed to match from behind. She used the name on the ID to make sure she got the right person’s attention.
“Hey Hilda!”
The girl turned, hair as black as midnight and skin as pale as the fresh snow. She wore black all over, and looked like the exact contrast of Cassie’s blonde-haired, blue-eyed lighter motif. Cassie walked towards her, footsteps crunching in the snow, and held out the wallet.
“You dropped this.”
She smiled slightly, and she reached out for the dropped wallet. She clasped Cassie’s hand in both of hers.
“What a kind soul you are.”
Cassie smiled at the compliment. She’d always tried to be a good person. The woman reached into her jacket, rustled inside of it for a second, and pulled out a little black sort of ornament. It was a little raven and was pretty detailed for something it’s tiny size. Even though it was mostly cloudy out, the feathers still seemed to shimmer as they caught what little sun there was.
“Here, take this. I make these charms in my spare time to sell, but I think you deserve one.”
She paused, then smiled a little conspiratorially.
“There’s a little superstition around these charms. If you squeeze one tight in your hands, close your eyes, and make a wish with all your heart, you’ll get what you wished for. I know this sounds goofy, but would you be willing to humor me and try it?”
She laughed a little self-consciously, but Cassie obliged. Why not? She clasped her palms around the little charm, closed her eyes, and made her wish. She didn’t have to think about what to wish for. It was the same thing she’d mentally begged for every night for the past few years. When she opened her eyes, Hilda gave her an appreciative nod.
“Thanks again for finding my wallet. I hope you get your wish!”
--- (A week later) ---
I was pretty sure I’d have an easier time cutting through the meat on plate than cutting through the silence at the dinner table tonight. I rehearsed trying to explain everything that was going on to Cassie over and over again, but I still couldn’t find the courage to tell her. What would she think of me? I was paralyzed, too anxious to bring the subject up. Luckily for me, she could read me like a book.
“Mike. I can never get you to stop talking. What’s wrong?”
God this was so embarrassing. But I knew I’d feel better if I just told her. Cassie always knew the right things to say to make me feel better.
“Well. It’s about a girl…”
I tapered off, still afraid of what she would say when I revealed what it was about my girlfriend Carla that I was so afraid to talk about.
“Is that all? Don’t scare me like that! I thought something bad happened!”
My cheeks were crimson now, but I pushed through.
“Well. I like her a lot, but she’s into some pretty…weird things. I’m scared I won’t be able to do what she wants and it’s going to affect our relationship.”
Cassie paused, eyebrow quirked now. I had locked myself in at this point. There was no world where I dangled a juicy piece of gossip like this in front of her and she didn’t sniff out every single detail. I sighed.
“I think it would be less embarrassing if I just show you. I thought she was into, y’know, normal stuff, but over the last few days, she’s been really digging in on me to try and reenact this video she loves.”
The room probably got a few degrees warmer just from the heat spilling from my cheeks, but I kept going. A quick scroll through my messages, and I played the video.
Cassie’s mouth opened in shock. Not because of the contents of the video, not really. It was because this was her favorite video of all time! It was an hour-long masterpiece where the model’s ‘brother’ comes into her room and annoys her. Having had enough, she pushes him down, tapes his arms and legs together, and pushes him onto her bed. She doesn’t relent for the rest of the video. She sits on his face the whole time, blasts him with her gas sometimes and completely smothers him under her huge ass other times. Cassie had to cross her legs just thinking about the muffled whimpers. How many times had she imagined that was her and her brother? That it was his face buried under her skimpy pajama shorts? She blushed too, now matching her brother, though not for the reasons he thought.
After a minute or so, once the video established what it was about, I brought my phone back and closed it. I then scrolled through my messages with her, pointing out the one that had me worried. And why was I even considering asking Cassie about this.
“I think you get the idea,” I sighed. “But this is what scares me. I really like this girl, but…”
I turned my phone back to her. Right at the top was the message that she sent yesterday.
Listen, I like you a lot. But I need a guy who can take what I want to give. And I’m just warning you that that’s a high bar. If that’s not you and you can’t take something like that, I won’t hold it against you, but it means I’d need to find somebody else.
“Well that’s…direct.” Cassie blurted. Though she couldn’t blame her. If that girl’s desires were anything like hers, even half as strong as hers, she understood. In fact, she was jealous that this woman’s brain wasn’t quite as fucked up as hers and her desire wasn’t directed at her fucking sibling!
“So, what do you think?”
I desperately needed to get this conversation over with. I needed to ask Cassie to help me with this, have her tell me no, that I shouldn’t be bending over backwards for a girl like this and there were other fish in the sea. That it was time to move on.
“How much do you like this girl? If you really like her, maybe it would be worth trying. It’s not her fault she has weird tastes”
Was not the response I was expecting. But I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised. Cassie was the most understanding person I knew, and she always tried to see the good in people.
“I really like her. She’s smart, funny, nice, pretty…”
“Wow. The fact that you talked about her personality three times before getting to her body makes me think this might really be a good girl.”
She smiled at me and socked me in the arm teasingly. I withdrew a little more, knowing I shouldn’t ask this.
“I’m scared I won’t be enough though. That I’ll have to tap out before she wants me to. I was hoping I could maybe get a little…practice beforehand?”
I cringed as I said it and the color draining from Cassie’s face made it worse. I backpedaled immediately
“Never mind! That was stupid! I can’t believe I even hinted at that. I’m so sorry.”
I put my silverware down on my plate and got up to hide in my room forever. I was already out of the kitchen and a few steps into the living room when my sister called out to me.
“Wait!”
I paused, then turned around to look at her. She still looked a little rattled and as embarrassed as me. Her cheeks were super rosy and there was a storm roiling in her ocean-blue eyes. I knew Cassie was going to try comforting me, but I didn’t want to be comforted right now. I’d crossed a line, and opened my mouth to say so, but she beat me to the punch.
“Why not?”
I gaped. Surely that didn’t mean what I thought.
“Cassie, you can’t be serious.”
She crossed her arms, giving me a stern stare. A rarity coming from her. The storm in her azure eyes transformed into a hurricane. She wasn’t kidding.
“Why can’t I be serious? Mike, your girlfriend isn’t the only woman in the world with an ass. All I’d have to do is sit, right? You’re the one who’d have to have their face in a big stinky butt.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Was she really suggesting she’d do this?
“But, I…”
“Mike,” she cut me off. Her tone was gentle, but firm. “Find me a man and I’ll find someone who’s done something stupid to try and impress a girl he likes. If you really like this girl that much and don’t want to lose her over her fetish, then a little practice won’t hurt. It’ll be our little secret, promise?”
She extended her pinky out to me. I hesitated, needing to get one last question answered.
“For sure. I know it’s not like you, but can you…try to be mean? Just like the girl in that video? I really want to be as ready as possible.”
“Oh, I think I can scrounge up some inner demons,” she smiled. “Send it to me so I can do some ‘research’ and let’s plan for tomorrow after classes. You’re finished at 2:00, right? Once you’re ready, come into my room and start annoying me. Oh! And bring some Taco Bell with you.”
I nodded and took her pinky. A true, unbreakable vow now made.
“Thanks Cass. You’re the best.”
“I know it. I’ll keep going as long as you need tomorrow, so if you want me to stop, just let me know. Otherwise, I’ll go the whole day.”
I went off to my room having no idea the state I’d left my sister in.
Cassie internally wanted to get started immediately, but it was already 7:00 now. Waiting until tomorrow would give her as much time as possible if things went her way. Plus, she needed to calm herself down. She felt like a water balloon right now; the slightest touch and she would surely pop.
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I hated the frigid winters here. It was less than a minute walk from my car to the apartment and I was still sure that the fast food in my hands was cold. Cassie liked this weather for some unknown reason, but not me. My heart skipped a beat as I thought of her, and what she agreed to do. I walked through the door, set the bag down and took out my share of food. I firmly suspected she wouldn’t be able to go through with this. Or if she did, she would be way too nice about it. But if she sat on me at all, at least it would be some experience.
Steeling myself, I crumpled up my food wrapper, stepped into Cassie’s doorway without knocking, and chucked it at her. It bounced off her curly golden locks harmlessly, but she still swiveled around in her chair, feigned shock, and gawked at me. I grinned, walked toward her, turned around and released a big fart right in her direction. It wasn’t quite the script of the video I sent her, but it was a solid improvisation. If you had, or were a brother, you know it’s standard operating procedure. Cassie paused for a second, probably thinking of what to say. While she did that, I couldn’t help but notice how warm it was in her room. I knew she liked to keep things toasty in the winter, but this was pretty intense.
“You did not just fucking do that.”
That was the iciest I’d ever heard her speak. It was like it wasn’t even her voice. Cassie stormed to her feet and clasped her dainty hands around my shirt. I met her gaze, and then took her in. Her black tank top came down to just above her belly button. She also donned her favorite tight pink yoga pants. Whenever she wore them around, I liked to look at other guys and give them the stink-eye whenever they checked her out.
“You don’t want to play those kinds of games with me.”
She jerked her arms and threw me onto her bed. Well, she tried to do that. I had about half a foot and 50 pounds on her, so I had to play along. It wasn’t like it would be any different with my girlfriend. I jumped a little into the air and landed square in the middle of her soft bed, which I sunk deeply into. Cassie stared down at me with her crystal-blue eyes narrowed and her arms crossed. I could see the glint of a smile on the edge of her lips. That was a little bit of a relief. For a second, I thought she might really be mad at me.
Cassie pounced. After some impressive air time, she came crashing down directly onto my stomach. The air wooshed out of me as her full weight came down and crushed me. I don’t think she noticed she knocked the wind out of me. Without checking on me or anything like that, she immediately started turning around. My pulse quickened as I stared up at my sister’s big butt, which was encased in her tight pink yoga pants. Something about finally being in this awkward position made everything a little more real.
Cassie turned her head, looking over her shoulder at me expectantly. It took me a second to remember I still had a part to play.
“Uh…big sis? What are you doing?”
Cassie sneered down at me, annoyance and disgust evident on her face. I never knew she was this convincing of an actor. Her ass loomed above me, pink pants stretching taut
“You’ve been such a big pain in my ass. I think it’s time you cushion it.”
That was word-for-word how the video I sent her started. I thought my ever-gentle, kind sister who cried the time she accidentally stepped on a frog would maybe try to ease into things. Which is why I was surprised when one second, I was looking up at Cassie’s behind, and the next, my nose was fit snug into her ass crack with her cheeks squished against mine.
The earthy smell hit me like gut-punch. I had prepped myself that of course it was going to smell bad, but it was so much worse than I could have ever imagined. Between that and the immense pressure of having a grown woman sitting on my face, I was ready to tap out immediately. After a few seconds, Cassie lifted up. Her eyes met mine.
“Need to stop there, or no?”
Oh, thank god she’d given me an early out. I went to immediately back out and tell her that I couldn’t do this. As I was trying to make it though, I thought of Carla and how much II really wanted to make this thing work. Surely I would be fine with a little bit of practice.
“I’m fine,” I lied.
“Okay.”
Cassie brought her hand behind my head and lifted it up. She followed this up by putting her feet behind it, which propped it up for her as she sat back down. This time, the sitting was so much more intense. Now that her legs were plastered behind me, I was pretty sure my face was in her butt. The smell was intense enough to make my eyes water.
“mmphh!”
She wiggled, sliding my nose up and down her crack and sending fresh waves of stinky air at me. My nose nestled in the cotton of her thin shorts.
“We should have done this a long time ago, bro, your face makes a comfy little cushion.”
She giggled and shook her hips again. I questioned if I should tap out now, but she literally just gave me a chance. I took a deep breath and regretted it immediately.
At least 30 minutes, I told myself. If I could last at least that long, that would be okay practice, right?
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The whole day for Cassie had been ecstasy. She did want to give her brother a chance to say he wanted to tap out after just a few seconds. Worried he might want to quit immediately, she had a speech prepared about how if he was going to tap out now, that meant he better be okay with letting his girlfriend down. It was a little manipulative and she was happy it wasn’t necessary. She saw in his eyes that he’d seriously considered it. But now he was under her ass like she’d wanted for so long.
And she couldn’t help but let a smile creep onto her face, because it was better than she could have even imagined. His nose and her crack fit together like two puzzle pieces. There was no other way to explain it. His face belonged in her ass. This was so much better than she’d ever dreamed. She wanted to take things further. To go extreme. Instead, she decided to be companionable first and hopefully ease him into things so he’d go longer without tapping out.
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For some reason, I had this idea in my head that the longer I stayed under Cassie, the more I’d get used to the awful stench, oppressive heat, and punishing weight. But those things only seemed to bear on me more as the minutes passed.
“So how were classes today?”
I jumped. Cassie had been mostly sticking to a similar act as the sister in the video. The shift from being the sadistic sister to just being Cassie was enough to cause a little bit of whiplash.
“mmmphhh.”
“Is that a good ‘mmpph’, or a bad ‘mmphhh’?
Cassie chuckled as I took in another whiff of her earthy, pungent ass.
“mmmphh.”
“You’re right. It’s probably pretty hard for you to talk too much down there. I could get off your mouth, though I guess that wouldn’t be good for your practice.”
She sat back, puffing out her already jiggly ass even more on my face.
“Hmmm…”
Another short moment. I tried to weigh the pros and cons of just trying to hold my breath. I breathed in again, grimacing as I took in the odor, but figuring I’d end up inhaling just as much on average. No reason to suffocate myself too.
“You said you had a test in your morning class today. How did you do? One sniff for bad, two sniffs for good.”
It took a second for it to process. This was how my sister wanted to communicate? Opting for a different approach, I brought up my hand and held up one finger. Cassie pretended not to notice, making a loud show of clacking her fingernails against her phone.
“It’s okay if you did bad, you can tell me.”
I guessed this was her way of helping me get ready. Maybe that was helpful; I probably shouldn’t expect Carla to go easy on me either. Reluctantly, I took in one sniff, loud and intentional. I Immediately cringed upon the deep inhale, shuddering at the scent. I steeled myself and did it again.
“That’s good; I’m proud of you.”
A brief pause.
“Do you like smelling my butt? Same system as last time.”
On instinct, I shook my head as much as I could between her fatty cheeks. Which is to say, not very much. But why would she even ask?
Sniiifffff
A few moments passed as Cassie pretended like she was waiting for me to take a second huff of her ass. She faked a sigh.
“Rude! My butt smells like roses and chocolate. Try again and take another big smell.”
“mmmphhhh!”
“C’mon. Carla’s going to make you do way worse. And I bet her butt doesn’t even smell good like mine does.”
She had me there. I sniffed again and confirmed that she was wrong. When she saw another uncomfortable wiggle from me, she giggled a little bit.
“You brought me home food, right?”
Sniiiifff. Sniiiiffff.
“That’s a good little brother.
Cassie resettled, sticking my nose a little further between her cheeks.
“And you made sure to get a size up on the drink?”
Sniiiffff! Sniiiiiiffff!
“You know me so well. You come around on the whole smelly butt thing yet?”
Sniiiifff!!
“Hmm… keep sniffing while I work on my math homework. Maybe you’ll get used to it.”
Obeying, I took in breath after breath from my sister’s tainted crack. It only took about 30 seconds to come to the definitive conclusion that I would not get used to it. Things got humid below Cassie in the hot room though, and my repeated deep breaths were starting to leave a damp streak in her tiny shorts. Whenever she took a quick break from her homework, Cassie flipped back into actor mode, mocking me for being forced to breathe in her smelly shorts. Time seemed to drag on.
When she got up, relief flooded through my veins. You never know how much you should appreciate nice, fresh air until it’s taken away from you. I groaned as I turned my head to the side and looking at the clock. I’d gotten home at 2:15 and it was only 3:45? It felt like I’d spent eons with my nose crammed in Cassie’s crack.
“I’m gonna go eat the food you brought. You still sure you’re good to keep going?”
I really wasn’t. If she’d asked me that 30 seconds earlier, I might have even said no, but I managed to dredge up just enough will to tell her I was.
“Good. Then I think we should take things up a notch like in that video.”
“Uh…take things up a notch?”
Cassie moved over to her closet with a spring in her step, then came back to me with some old shirts of hers. Old enough that I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen her in them.
“In that video, the girl ties the guy up, yeah? Thought it might help you get used to it if I let you sit like that for a bit while I ate.”
I nodded, both to her question and coming around to her idea. With incredible grace and speed, she wrapped the first shirt around my wrists and pulled an intricate knot. I just stared at her dumbfounded.
“That was pretty quick, Cass. They teach you to tie knots like that in girl scouts?”
Cassie, already turned toward my feet, paused for a second.
---
“Sure did.”
It was a lie, but it was easier than explaining to Michael how often she’d tied up her giant teddy bear pretending like it was him. She finished wrapping her old shirt around his legs, then moved to step out.
“Alright. All that sitting has made me hungry.”
Cassie smiled to herself and picked her wedgie as she stepped out of her room. The slightly damp streak where Michael’s nose had been only made her more excited. He’d really sniffed her ass over and over! He’d shuddered nearly every time and the fact that he hated it only turned her on more.
She collected the cheap Mexican food on the counter, more than ready for what it was about to do to her. But it would take a little while, so for now she had to figure out how she was going to slip these shorts off while still pretending it was in the interest of Michael’s ‘practice’.
---
About 15 minutes passed until Cassie returned. It was really smart of her to give me some time to adjust; something about having your arms and legs restrained really makes you want to panic. I couldn’t imagine having to deal with that and getting my face sat on at the same time. Almost positive I would have had to tap. It did get a little boring, so to entertain myself, I tried to figure out which version of Cassie would come in. Would it be my sweet, kind, sister? Or would she come in acting like the mean, sadistic sister from the porn video. I took a bet with myself that it would be the latter.
“Who wants to have their face crammed in their siblings butt, raise one hand.”
Playing along, I raised my tied together hands. Cassie grabbed a controller off her desk and clambered over me. The shadow of her ass loomed large and heavy as it threatened to engulf me once again.
“Ooh. Sorry, but that’s technically two hands.”
Plop!
My nose returned to the putrid crevice. Cassie wiggled, as if testing me. Then she grunted, feigning annoyance.
“Ughh. You got my shorts all soaked, dweeb.”
Cassie still hovered over me, and I could hear her rustling with something. It felt like I watched in slow motion as her fingers hooked around the waistband of her pink shorts. But it only took a moment for her to pull her shorts down, leaving me staring up at a pair of wedgied white panties. I know this was something that happened in the video, but I couldn’t believe I was staring up at my sister’s underwear. Why was I the one about to argue this was a step too far?
“Ca-MMMMMMPHHHHH!”
Cassie’s lack of shorts brought a new element this time. Her bare skin against my face was warm. And so soft. The fact that I used those two positive words to describe my sister’s nearly bare ass on my face made me super uncomfortable.
To be fair though, it was only really a minor annoyance compared to the horrid smell from earlier getting even more intense. It was also harder to breath;.every time I inhaled, Cassie’s feminine flesh seemed to jump in and try to plug the holes.
“Stop wriggling down there. I surprised you with this because I knew you’d tell me not to. How many times have you seen me in my underwear? How many days in a row have you gone without putting on pants? Calm down; it’s just panties.”
Cassie remained seated as I wriggled under her like a panicked worm. Her ass stayed firmly planted on my face as she turned on the TV and booted up her console. I tried to calm myself down and think about what Cassie was saying. Maybe she was right. My face had already been jammed in her crack for the last two hours now, what was the difference in getting rid of one tiny layer of cotton? I finally let myself rest on Cassie’s bed, thankful for how soft it was.
“Calmed down? You know the system.”
Sniiifffff! Sniiiifffffff!
“See? Big sis always knows what’s best.”
A brief pause. Cassie’s controller clacked and the intro music to whatever game she’d booted up started playing.
“You know what would be fun? We could make a character together like we always do! One sniff for boy, two sniffs for girl. And you better not just one-sniff through all the options!”
I couldn’t help but smile a little bit, knowing that Cassie had once again read my mind. Fair enough.
Sniiiiffff! Sniiiiiifff!
“Good choice. If you picked a boy, I would have made you choose again.”
Cassie’s weight increased on me as she brought her legs forward. Her full weight was concentrated on my poor face now, squishing my head into the mattress below.
“I’ll give you the choice between 4 hair colors. Black, blonde, red, and let’s throw in blue just for fun.”
---
It was official. This had to be the best day of Cassie’s life. She sauntered through the game world with the character it had taken her and Michael an hour-and-half to make. And the whole time she’d made him huff her panties. And he just did it! His occasional shudders told her that he still didn’t like being under her, but he was staying down there for the sake of ‘practice’.
Her stomach grumbled and an even bigger smile split her face. It was finally time. She’d wanted to do this the second his nose slotted into her shorts, but she didn’t have anything loaded and he wouldn’t have been ready anyway. She wanted to unload immediately, but was scared if she went to far too fast, he might see through her façade or just quick anyway. No, she’d have to ease him into this too.
I’ve waited so long for this.
---
“Hey. Remember when you farted right at me!”
I jumped. Cassie really hadn’t spoken to me since she finished making her character. Taking such big loud sniffs had made me dizzy, and I’d needed the time to recover anyway.
“I think you should get a taste of your own medicine. Get ready.”
Another moment I’d been dreading all day. But I could take it; it’s just a little gas.
“Threeee!!”
She drew out the word, preparing to count down. I braced myself for what was upcoming.
“Twoooo!”
I craned my neck and pushed my head back, uselessly trying to get away from the point-blank attack I knew was coming.
“Oooone!”
“Mmmphhhh!”
ppppt
For some reason, I was expecting something monstrous. But the little toot that she’d let out was bad enough to deal with. I recoiled upon feeling the hot air, and doubled down at the atrocious smell. I knew it was probably going to happen at some point, but my mind was reeling at the idea that my nose had just been farted on.
Cassie didn’t say anything, opting to focus on her game instead. I was scared she was going to let another one go right after like the nonstop assault that happened in the video. She might not have another one in her right now, but the floodgates were open. She lifted up to look down at me, amusement still gleaming on her face.
“You still alive down there?”
She said it mockingly, but I knew it was a little teasing. I can do this, I repeated to myself. It’s not like we never farted around each other. I did appreciate that she was giving me a chance to tap out though. I, being the mature young man that I am, stuck out my tongue and made a loud farting noise of my own. She raised an eyebrow at me.
“Better close your mouth unless you want me to fart in it.”
My tongue zipped back in at record speed. I didn’t remember anything like that happening in the video and didn’t think Cassie actually would, but I didn’t want to find out the hard way.
“That’s what I thought butt boy.”
SLAP!
Her skin clapped against mine as she returned to her perch. She happily gamed away while I lay under her in a state of unease. But I just kept having to remind myself that Carla wouldn’t ease me in.
“Ooh,” Cassie grumbled. “You ready to take another one?”
“mmmphhh.” (Translated, ‘not really’).
“That’s a good boy. Your job is to smell them so I don’t have to.”
Ffffrrrpptt.
This one was raunchy enough to make my eyes water. It made me rethink my ideas about Carla. Why would someone want to inflict something like this on another person? I raised my tied hands, fully ready to tap on Cassie’s leg and tell her to stop. I stayed it for a second, hesitating.
Cassie lifted up again and I took full advantage of the fact that I could breathe in untainted air.
“Okay. My stomach’s in knots now. I saw you about to tap so I’m giving you the choice. You ready to wimp out now?”
I hesitated, staring at her uncertainly. Everything in my mind was telling me to tap. That this had been more than enough practice. But still, something at the edge of my thoughts pulled at me.
“Cass, you think you can do something for me?”
Cassie arched her eye at me. I couldn’t believe I was about to say this. So many red flags ran through my mind, but I had to do it. I wasn’t going to be strong enough to get through this on my own.
“I want you to keep sitting no matter what I say or do. Don’t stop until you think I’ve had enough.”
Cassie paused, then shrugged like what I said wasn’t insane.
“Okay.”
Then I was encased in darkness once again. Cassie didn’t hesitate, seemingly having enough one lined right up.
Bbbbbrrrrppttt!
Another nasty release. It seems like her stomach was sufficiently messed up now. Just a few minutes later.
Sssssssssrrrrppptt!
It was almost like she’d waited until I told her to have no mercy to start giving me her worst. I used my bound hands to club manically at her thighs. As I’d told her to do, she just ignored me.
“Don’t bother.”
More gaming. More time at the bottom of the stinky swamp of Cassie’s ass. I thought about counting out the minutes, but I didn’t know when she would get up.
Fffffffffftt!
And things were only getting worse.
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I don’t know how long passed under Cassie. The cheap Mexican food had taken its toll on her, which in turn meant it’d taken its toll on me. Every few minutes, Cassie would fart directly into my face. I tried tapping, screaming, and even begging, but she didn’t let me up. Because that’s what I’d asked for.
When she finally stood up and stretched after turning off her game that a green cloud should have appeared where her ass just was. My eyes were bleary and tear-stained now. Of course, I didn’t blame my sister; she probably hated seeing me squirm as much as I hated being gassed. I wasn’t going to hold it against her that she’d done as I asked.
That being said, I was more than ready to go to sleep and get this day over with.
“Can you undo these, Cass?” I asked, lifting my hands and legs.
“Oh, yeah! Sure.”
She expertly untied them and I skulked out of her room. It was 2:00 A.M. now and I desperately needed some sleep.
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I played with the little raven that woman had given me.
“Did you really grant me my wish that day?”
The bird just stared at me, lifeless. Surely not, but how else could I explain my experience last week? Was it really just the world’s best stroke of luck?
“You’re really pretty, you know that?”
The charm seemed to shine a little more in the light from the window. I must have just imagined that.
SLAM!
The door burst open as Michael tumbled in, hands wrapped around a big cloth bag. How he’d managed to open the door with his arms full like that, I had no idea. He tumbled a little bit and a giant brown mass tumbled out of it, slapping onto the floor.
“What the fuck is that?”
The comment came out before I could think. Not very ladylike, I could imagine my grandma telling me. Michael’s face tinted a little bit red.
“So…One of the clubs I’m a part of is doing a charity event tomorrow to raise money for the food bank a few streets down. They’re doing it with the local game store, so there was a little bit of a fantasy theme. The store lent us this centaur costume, but it’s kind of got a problem…”
He looked down and tilted from foot to foot. I raised my eyebrow at him.
“Oh?”
“There’s supposed to be a barrier between the two halves. It’s supposed to separate person in the back half of the costume from the person in the front.”
Please tell me this is going where I think it’s going.
“Nobody was going to wear it. Whoever’s in the back half is going to spend all day stuffed in another person’s sweaty butt. And it’s way too hot to wear anything but thin clothes in it.”
He tapered off again.
“But then I thought of about how you’re so charming. I bet you could get a whole bunch of people to donate! It’d be a long day, but think of all the good we could do…”
He trailed off, hoping not to have to go into further detail. I smiled and pinched Michael’s cheek affectionately.
“It sounds like it’s a good thing you got a little practice in anyway.”
He sighed, thanked me, and headed to his room. Once his door was shut for a few seconds, I pulled out the little raven charm again.
“Are you really as lucky as I think you are?”
I could have sworn the bird winked at me.