Maddy The Gassy Sister My name is Charlie and the day my little sister was born, my life changed completely. Both my parents and I used to be an ordinary family, living in an ordinary house, doing ordinary things. But those times changed when my mother got pregnant again. "Hey Charlie, I can't sleep anymore. Can I come in?" her cute innocent voice called to me, and before I could even tell her to go away she already stood in my room closing the door behind her. My sister pretty short and slim but already showed some development in her hip area just like my mom. She had light blonde hair, bound into shoulder length twintails. Her hair and her big hazel coloured eyes made her look pretty cute, I had to admit that. But that didn't change the fact that her constant farting could kill every positive thought about her. I was sitting on my couch rolled up in my blanket due to it being pretty cold in my room. Obviously the same thing my sister thought cause she quickly jumped on my couch next to me and forced herself under my blanket, cuddling against me. "Could you, like, move a bit? You haven't even brushed your teeth yet." I said annoyed like always. But Maddy just shrugged her shoulders and giggled into my left ear. "God, Maddy, you know you can't eat this stuff. It turns you into a freaking gas machine!" She was right though. Our parents allow her to eat cheese an weekends because she loves it so much and they don't want to disappoint their little princess, as long as she stays in her or my room. I tried to explain to them that I'm not okay with her releasing her gaseous shit in my room but they just respond with 'Be a good brother' or 'Siblings shouldn't care about stuff like that'. So the scenario I was in wasn't something new; more likely it was common on weekends like this. "Please Maddy, please hold it in, just for once." I begged fearing her cheese and milk aftermath. But the brat had other plans. "pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff I didn't understand the sight in front of my eyes until i felt the melting warmth under the blanket. After about 15 seconds her open mouth turned into a big grin. "Aaaaaah, that's way better. And so warm hahaha." She began laughing and wiggling her bottom on my couch. I could feel sweat building on my skin because of the heat around us. But even that was tons better that the eggy stench flowing around the room. At that point I didn't wanne know how the air under the blanket must be. It must be like sitting in a sauna full of rotten eggs and pure shit. My thoughts cut off when I heard the next stream of gas firing out of my sisters round little butt, the loudest silent but deadly I've ever heard. "pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It went on for 18 seconds before stopping, spreading even more heat and stink around us. "Hehehe, they're all silent today. But the silent ones are the smelliest, right charlie?" she asked before grabbing the blanket and putting it over my head within a second. I immediately gagged and coughed from the revolting smell. You would think I got used to it over the years, but that never happened. I still couldn't believe a human being could create such toxicity. Not even dad after a whole bowl of chili with extra beans came close to Madison after just one glass of milk and a cheese sandwich. I couldn't take it anymore and pushed my head back up from under the hell like blanket. "What the fuck?! Are you serious? Ugh! Why the fuck did you do that Maddy?!" I was roared out, pure anger on my face and tears streaming down my cheeks. "Oh come on. Don't be mad. You can't leave me alone here. I need my brother to share my warm fumes with." she giggled before yet again her stomach gurgled loudly. "PPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!" "BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMFFFFFTTTTTTTT!" "PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!" She let out three more farts; the first one going on for six seconds, the second one for four seconds and the third one for 11 seconds. All of them were much louder than her previous ones, nearly shaking my couch with their bassy and bubbly tone. I knew those kinds of farts. This sound indicated her pushing them out by force. And she usually did that when she was pissed. "God please, not her angry farts..." I thought to myself. I turned around to see her grumpy face glued to the TV screen. "What do you think mom and dad would say if they knew that you smoke?" I was frozen right on the spot. I started smoking weed with a friend of mine a few weeks ago. She probably didn't understand that it was cannabis and just assumed it were cigarettes, but she indeed caught me last sunday night at the window of my room. I could convince her not to say anything to our parents, and I was stupid enough to just believe that. dropped to my knees and started to beg her. "Please Maddy, please. Mom and dad would kill me if they knew. Please, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to insult you or anything. And you can eat as much cheese as you want, okay? I promise I wont say anything about that anymore, but dont tell them, Maddy." She seemed to get more excited than before. "Hehe, I like it how you bow down for me. But that's not enough, big brother. Let's make a deal. I won't tell them anything about the smoking if you agree to become my slave for one week." She jumped up out of joy, releasing all the stink from under the blanket, turning my room into nothing less than a gas chamber. I gagged and pulled my shirt over my nose to stop the smell from burning my nostrils. Something that Maddy didn't seem to appreciate. "Uh uh uh. Put your shirt back down. As my slave you have to accept my smell. No matter how bad it is, hehehe." She underlined that statement by lifting her right leg and forcing out another fart. "BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR Her longest fart today to this point with a length of over 30 seconds. 30 seconds of bubbly and extremely wet fart gas. From the sound of it I wouldn't have been surprised if she actually shat herself, not the first time that that happened. when the first wave of her gas reached my nose I almost fainted. The smell was worse than all her previous farts combined. I jumped up to quickly open my window, but my beloved sister crushed my plans and my hope for fresh air. "Don't even think about opening that window! I like the smell and so should you. And it's just the first day of your week of being my slave. It's going to get much worse, believe me. I'm planning to eat lots of cheese this week, and drink lots of milk. Maybe you can buy me some beans on monday to add to the mix. Oh, and you won't say a word to mom and dad about that of course. Hehehe I'm so excited! You're gonna do everything I tell you to do. Clean my room, clean my shoes, especially my soccer shoes, they need it the most. Oh oh, and I could sleep in your bed, that way I don't have to head to mom and dad's bed in the middle of the night when I can' sleep." All of this sounded like pure hell but as sad as it was, I knew I had no other choice than to play along. God have mercy, just the thought of sharing a bed with my sister terrified me. I remember one night sharing a tent with her on a camping trip. After a bowl of chili she farted the whole night, uncontrollably. I think at some point I even passed out. "This is going to be the worst week of my life. I know it..." "Alright slavey, Go get my pink sneakers for me and bring me some bread. They are the perfect place for your breakfast. Oh and give me your pillow before you go, I need something to fart on. I can feel the big ones coming, hahahahaha." And there I was, standing in the kitchen, looking for bread, the loud rumbling coming from my room disturbing the peace that I had hoped for all week. "PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP Over the next years more and more occasions like this occurred, which changed the relationship between me and my sister immensely. When I turned 20 I was already the slave of my 16 year old, beautiful but dominant sister. I granted her every wish and accepted the fact that she and her monstrous farts control my life. Probably forever. |
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