By: GasEnjoyer89
PART 1
Recently some events have unfolded in my life that I never thought possible. These “events” that have transpired happen to be congruent with my own fantasies I’ve had for years. Fantasies I’ve never shared with anyone, mostly because of their embarrassing, taboo, vulnerable nature. And yet, with where things are now - I feel I have no choice but to record these events down so that I may be able to remember them clearly, as they just happened over the course of the last few weeks or so, and that others who share similar fantasies might be able to live vicariously through me, as I’m sure the circumstances I’m going to describe don’t just happen every day. My name is Adam, and I’m going to tell you everything.
For starters you should know, I’m a student who still lives at home. I live with my parents, who’ve been lovely and incredibly supportive, and I also live with my younger sister, Hanna. She’s 4 years younger than me, and our relationship has always been the usual kind of sibling relationship - often teasing and messing with one another, trying our hardest to frustrate the other. However, there are still some times when we get along.
Because it’s highly relevant to what I’m going to talk about here, I should describe my sister some more. Hanna is a really big personality. She’s not afraid to be herself. As I said she’s 4 years younger than me, and it’s clear sometimes because I’m more mature than she is. She still argues with our parents a lot, can be temperamental, and sometimes impatient. Still, when she’s in a good mood, she’s playful, funny, and fun to be around.
She also, happens to be very popular at school. We’re in completely different years but, still I hear about her all the time. Friends, or even random classmates will come up to me and say things like “hey I saw your sister today, when did she get that hot?” These kind of comments are commonplace in my life now. Everyone has to tell me how she’s become hot in the last year or so. At first it sorta cringed me out, I tried to change the subject and redirect attention from that subject. After so long of hearing it though, I almost caught myself agreeing with the last person who told me that a few weeks ago -
“Dude I walked behind your sister up the stairs this morning and couldn’t take my eyes off her butt, that shit is wild!” Dean Smith, the infamous school douchebag, said to me as he placed his hand on my back. I turned my head towards him and felt myself think for a brief second, “tell me about it…” I quickly corrected my brain and out came the words, “Jesus, you think I wanna hear that shit? Fuck off.” And shoved his hand away.
Yeah, that moment left my mind occupied the rest of the school day. Why had my brain conjured that thought up, even for a fleeting moment? I kept asking myself, why? Why? By the end of the school day I felt I had my answer - because it’s the truth, duh.
It was an uncomfortable truth to come to grips with, but yes, Hanna is conventionally attractive, a hard pill to swallow. She has a radiant caramel skin tone, dirty blonde hair which is more dirty than blonde, that flows straight down to her upper back, laying just beneath her shoulder blades. Her face is to die for and is completely flawless, with big brown doe eyes. She’s active in 3 different sports, softball, cheerleading, and gymnastics, so she remains very trim and petite but naturally, her butt does pop out in a rather noticeable fashion. It’s not as if it’s really big, it isn’t, it just has an incredible tone shape and pops out enough to really complete her figure. You might be thinking, “you’ve put a lot of thought into your sister’s butt.” And the truth is, yes, over the course of the last few weeks, I certainly have. You would too if you were in my shoes.
Of course, after these thoughts became more prevalent, I had the internal struggle of whether I should make an effort to suppress these thoughts, and I did. I told myself I shouldn’t think this way, and so every time the thought came to mind, I pushed it out and forced myself to be attentive to something else. I did this and it seemed to be working. Until two weeks ago.
Hanna had been sick (or so she said) and suckered our parents into letting her stay home from school. I however, still had to go. I got dressed and made my way out of the door, walking right past Hanna who was now curled up on the couch in the living room with a blanket overtop of her. “Lucky ass,” I thought to myself.
School was boring as usual, it dragged on and on and I couldn’t wait to get home. I was supposed to play a new game with my friends when we got back, and had been looking forward to it all day. The bus ride home felt like an eternity, but alas, I made it. I opened the front door and to my surprise, Hanna was still, in the same spot as when I left this morning, watching tv with the blanket, cozy as can be.
“Damn, maybe you really weren’t faking,” I said as I took off my jacket, dropping my backpack to the floor. She glanced over to me lazily, “shut up.” It was stated so simply and calmly, she didn’t even have the energy to get worked up at me.
“Have you moved from that spot at all today?”
“Nope,” she turned her head back to the tv.
I shrugged, and entered the kitchen to make myself a snack. Then, I heard movement from the living room and turned to see Hanna getting up, making her way down the hall.
“Where you going?” I called to her.
“I’m gonna shower and hope it helps clear my congestion, I can’t breathe at all.”
And with that she closed the bathroom door. Works for me, now I could use the living room couch and watch something with my snack before it was game time with my friends.
I sat down with my snack in front of me, changed the channel to something I liked, and settled in. After a few bites I realized I was sitting on a clump of the blanket Hanna had been using, I leaned forward and pulled it from under me, and went to toss it to the side. As I did, I caught a faint whiff of something. It was there for a moment, then gone. My nose wrinkled slightly but then my nostrils flared, trying to search for it again, what was that? I glanced at the blanket that I’d just tossed aside, reaching for it, I pulled it close to my face.
Intense, rich, concentrated, pure sulphuric eggs, was what I thought to compare it to in the moment, as I brought my nose to making contact with the fabric. The blanket was tainted with Hanna’s farts, that was the only explanation. I knew immediately that’s what it had to be, and yet, I held it against my face. I should’ve thrown it aside the moment I knew what it was, in fact I started to but, I pulled it in closed and, after exhaling from the first initial sniff, I drew in a deep, indulgent breath, strictly through my nostrils. I don’t even know why, my body just betrayed me and started sniffing. It stunk, it was bad. But I couldn’t stop.
Not only that, I recognized of course that it smelled bad but, to me it also smelled good. It was lingering in the blankets. Using my other hand now, I pushed it deeper into my face as I began to slowly lay down backwards on the couch. I was enthralled. Why can’t I stop? Why is it so alluring? Again, another deep breath in. Still just as strong as before, I inhaled it deeply. I felt my heart rate quicken, I felt my blood rushing downward, this was making me hard. And I didn’t care one bit. Another deep sniff.
“Holy fuck,” I actually said out loud, my voice muffled by the blanket tightly pressed against my face.
I finally gained enough control back to pull away for a moment, to process what had happened. My mind was racing, I was hard as a rock, and I was utterly confused. I began to have a lot of thoughts in the next few moments, but was able to fairly quickly deduce why I thought this was happening.
First of all, I’ve never really experienced a girl’s fart before. That’s right, not even Hanna’s. Despite her not being afraid to be herself, she is still well mannered enough - or perhaps too embarrassed - to fart around others, or at least around me. Even growing up together in years past, I have no recollection of ever hearing or smelling her farts. So, naturally this was something completely new to me. Of course, before this I never gave it much thought, and certainly wouldn’t have predicted that it could be a turn on, but in this moment, it was utterly one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced.
To know that my sister, who everyone agrees was in the running for one of the hottest girls at school, who kept her farting habits all to herself out of fear of embarrassment or wanting to maintain that perfect, clean girl image, had been sitting here ripping ass into this blanket all day long, in probably the most unladylike fashion, was absolutely driving me crazy. It smelled amazing. I never imagined someone so pretty could produce something this nasty.
These thoughts raced through my mind, meanwhile I can still hear the shower running. That meant there was still time. I looked at the clock, it was only 2:30, mom wouldn’t be home for another 45 minutes or so, and Hanna could end her shower at any moment so, it was now or never. Think about it - I’ve never heard Hanna fart, never smelled one in passing, hell I didn’t even think she could fart, that’s how well she hides it. This may be the only time I ever get this lucky, she obviously thought she was safe to do it since no one was home, she couldn’t have predicted that I’d come over here and discover her secret stink she’d been marinating in. It’s unlikely I’ll get another chance to do this…
So, with one final look toward the hall at the bathroom door, one final look at the clock, then back to the blanket, I quickly unzipped my pants and shoved my hand inside, slowly stroking myself as I pushed the blanket back into my face, meeting that same nose-burning scent that I was intoxicated by. I kept sniffing deeply, the smell was still so present.
As I stroked and sniffed, I had flashing images in my head. Images of Hanna curled up here, lighting up the blanket with her farts. The face she’d probably make as she pushed it out, the relief she must’ve felt. How loud could they be I wonder? When no one is home, does she try to make them loud? Do they just flow out of her with a nice bassy sound? Or are they mostly silent but horrific smelling? Speaking of that, do they always smell this bad, or is it because she’s not feeling well? Or maybe, is it possible they sometimes smell worse?
More deep sniffs, I felt myself getting close to finishing, this was all too much. I pictured her now in the shower, naked and soapy, her ass shining in the light reflecting off of the water dripping down her. I pictured her in there, with that smell surrounding her, wondering if she too recognizes how bad they smell.. then I noticed the water had turned off.
How long had it been turned off? Nervous as hell, I peeked my eye over the smelly blanket that I had against my face, down the hall. As I did. I saw the bathroom door open, I had to hurry now and finish, or she was going to catch me - but some deep part of me was thrilled by that possibility.
Stroking faster, I looked right at her in the hallway as she slowly walked back toward me, in the living room. There was no hiding what I was doing, but it was difficult to finish when stroking dry like this, still I was close and now looking at her face, as she slowly walked toward the living room now, I could see her looking down at her phone as she walked. She was texting, she hadn’t looked at me yet.
She got closer and closer to the edge of the living room, she could look up at any moment and see what I was doing but, I didn’t care anymore, I took a final deep sniff, staring at Hanna’s face as I breathed in her awful farts straight from the blanket she had blasted all day, I finally came all over my hand and in my pants. There was no time to move, I threw the blanket over my body and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. If she decided to be petty and wake me or even worse, remove the blanket, I’d be caught. My pants were still unzipped and I’d made a mess in them. I steadied my breathing, trying my hardest to be convincing in my performance, and I heard her footsteps come to a stop. She must’ve seen me now. “Seriously?” She whispered to herself. It must’ve worked. She bought it.
Then, she slowly walked more, I could detect where she was, now entering the kitchen. She opened a cupboard, she was making food, was my guess. She seemed to be trying to be quiet, to not wake me.
Then, my breath hitched as I heard a short, loud *plbtffff followed by a cute, girly, stifled giggle and she whispered again “oh my god.”
It came from her ass, my heart was racing again, I just heard her fart for the first time ever. It was small, a short burst of gas, but loud enough to make a noise. My sister just ripped an audible fart. I was going nuts, but had to keep my cool. With that, she walked off to her bedroom. I opened my eyes and quickly went into the kitchen, desperate for any remaining scent, and I found it. Just by the fridge, I entered her eggy cloud of gas. It smelled so good, fresher than what I was inhaling from the blanket. It was lingering too. I just stood in it, breathing it in. I waited until it was all gone.
Then, I went and joined my friends for our game night. I couldn’t believe what had happened, but I felt as though I needed more. I wanted more, desperately. But how? Well, the next few days were where things got interesting.
PART 2
I had a hard time sleeping that night. All I could do was replay what happened in my mind. The thing I couldn’t stop thinking of was the smell. It was otherworldly. Not even just in the sense that her farts absolutely reeked, but just with how intoxicating they were. It was as if a spell had come over me after I got a whiff, I couldn’t fully explain it. She must produce pheromones in her farts or something. I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on.
I also couldn’t help but try to sort out in my head why I was so into this. I came up with an explanation, essentially broken down into 3 main points - 1. having never experienced a girl farting but always being curious about it, completely caught me off guard and happened to be far more enjoyable than I could’ve predicted.
2. I’ve never heard my sister fart before, never smelled one in passing, so this new stage we found ourselves in was very exciting.
3. my sister is almost unanimously agreed upon to be incredibly hot amongst others, and as I was coming to discover this myself, she juxtaposed her hot girl aesthetic with her deadly farts, and having such a pretty girl be “nasty” in that way… there was nothing like it. The fact she was my sister might’ve also added a thrilling, risky excitement that even I couldn’t deny. I knew I should resist these feelings, but couldn’t help but give into the allure. I wanted more, period.
One thing I also kept thinking was, what was she up to now? After her shower she made a snack and went off to her room but, did she go to bed already? Or is she in there right now, continuing to stink up her room? I felt myself getting horny again at the thought, and my own desperate curiosity got the better of me, I had to find a way to bring it up to her. With our parents home now and it being as late as it was, I felt I couldn’t approach her by just walking into her room this late, she might be asleep and I wouldn’t want our parents to question things.
Besides, I’d be too nervous to say anything face to face. Her attractiveness is intimidating and bringing up her own farts to her felt like an impossible task. I had to do it in a way that wouldn’t reveal I know about her gassy episode today. Not to mention, her and I have never really discussed farting before because she’s never done it around me or anyone for that matter, as far as I knew.
I looked at the time on my phone - 1:24 AM. If she was still awake, she may not be for long. Then, it hit me. I had an idea of how to bring it up. My sister and I send each other videos we find all the time, TikToks, instagram videos, YouTube videos. Usually just funny memes or whatever, so it wouldn’t be unusual for me to send her a video now.
I got my phone and quickly searched up “sister farts” and looked through different videos people had posted. It was mostly just short clips of sisters farting on their brothers as a prank, from which I browsed and found myself envying these guys in the videos, them not knowing how lucky they were, usually reacting quite negatively. “Idiots,” I thought to myself as I scrolled through several clips. I even favorites a few to revisit when the girl was pretty and the fart was audible.
Finally I found one where the sister is being filmed from the brother’s POV. They’re in the back of the family car while the parents are up front. The whole family is waving the air around their noses, and the girl is just laughing hysterically. This was the one.
I began writing out a text message to my sister, first I pasted the video then wrote under it “Thank God you never tortured us like this on road trips.” I carefully looked over the message… Nah, it needs to be a more casual sounding message, less focus on the farting, more on the dynamic between the family. I erased it and changed it up - “I’ll disown you if you ever do this.”
There, now the message was more casual and playful, on track with how I normally caption the things I send her. Plus, if I was lucky and kept it lighthearted like this, she may feel comfortable enough to talk about farts in general. This was after all, the first time I was going to even discuss the subject with her. I was very curious how she’d respond.
My finger was shaking above the “send” button, my heart was racing. What if she caught on immediately? What if she actually saw me earlier in the living room and was just pretending not to? I was incredibly nervous… “fuck it.”
*send
I turned my phone over face down, away from me, and lay there staring straight at the ceiling. The wait was seemingly eternal. I almost regretted sending it after about 30 seconds or so… almost. Suddenly, my phone lightly vibrated. She was awake.
I flipped it over, heart racing, and opened our messages.
“lol.. yeah you’re just lucky I’m considerate.”
Not the response I was expecting. It was exciting, talking about this with her. I felt my lower half respond after reading it. It was like a subtle hint, saying basically, she could stink us all out if she wanted to, but she has mercy on us. What a sexy thing to think about. To think, she’s really held back all this time just because of how bad they stink? This was golden.
It felt surreal, despite her hiding this side of herself usually, she seemed very casual in her tone when talking about it with me. Her casual response made me feel more bold, as though I could continue on this topic and she wouldn’t find it strange. I needed a clever reply.
“You, being considerate, to me? That never happens, the real reason is you probably just have girly farts that make no sound and don’t smell at all.”
I looked it over and over again, thinking if I should change it. I felt that challenging her in this way would maybe loosen her up to talking about the smell in particular, since she earlier alluded to them being pretty bad.
One thing about my sister is she never backs down from a challenge and is naturally quite competitive, a fact I know well. Most importantly however, she always takes the opportunity to try to prove me wrong. That was the chord I was hoping to strike with her, poke fun at her for having “weak” farts, then pose it in a way to where she can attempt to prove me wrong, as she so often likes to do. Once again, I sent the text and threw my phone aside.
This time it took her three agonizing minutes to reply. Finally, I heard my phone buzz again. Slowly reaching for it, I glanced down at her reply.
“sure, whatever you say.”
That’s it? That’s the whole text? How disappointing. I had expected her to take the bait but now she seemed almost uninterested, perhaps she picked up on what I was really after and is now ending the subject. From this point, it would be difficult to continue the subject in response to that and not have her be suspicious of my intentions. Or would it? She is younger than me, after all. Maybe she won’t pick up on it. I began typing a reply but was interrupted by another buzz from my phone, she had double texted.
“omg go look at snap.”
Just then, a notification from Snapchat appeared overhead - it was from my sister.
Once I got into the app, I could tell it was a video… no fucking way, was she really gonna..?
The video opens in mostly darkness, but the light from the phone barely illuminates my sister’s face, she’s taking a selfie style video, I can see her pretty features hidden beneath the darkness, then I noticed the caption and began reading it
“believe me or don’t - that fucking stunk”
As my eyes hit the word “stunk” I hear the beginning of a new sound in the video, a faint muffled *plbftfrrtftt just rumbling into my sister’s mattress, it was long, like 4 full seconds long just being drilled under her against the fabric beneath her. I looked back to her pretty face slightly contorting as she pushed it out, her pushing face was everything I could dream of, and as it ended she began giggling hysterically before the video suddenly ends, then repeats.
She had sent it without and expiration, so as long as I didn’t click off of the video, it would keep playing. I couldn’t believe my luck. I was floored. She sent me one of the sexiest sounding farts, with her face in view, and a caption commenting on the smell?
The girl who was too embarrassed to fart around me was now showing me in videos what she was capable of? I lowered my pants and again began stroking to what was happening, it only took the video 4 or 5 repeats before I had made a mess all over again. I laid there, video still repeating, just in awe. When I finally brought myself to closing the video, I went back to our messages only to realize I had missed a few in my trance-like state.
“i can’t believe I just sent you that. did you watch it?”
“it says you opened it”
“hellooo”
“?”
I quickly fumbled for a speedy reply.
“Yeah I watched it. It was so long, you’re gross.”
She replied almost instantly
“haha it was just perfect timing is all”
I was somehow still horny just talking with her about this, and given what’s happened so far I figured, why not push it some more?
“okay so your farts aren’t that girly, but I doubt it smells that much.”
She quickly replied, saying exactly what I was hoping she’d say, but still could’ve believe it even reading it with my own eyes…
“come by my room and see for yourself”
I wanted to so bad, but I couldn’t tell if she was just trying to be funny, plus I couldn’t see overly interested in smelling her farts, or I’d give myself away and ruin the whole thing. I luckily decided to play it safe
“lol for real? ur nasty, i ain’t doing that.”
She responded, “nah not really, i get embarrassed easy. that’s why i usually don’t do it. my face is still red sending that video”
She was being quite vulnerable with me telling me that. Now was my chance for at least some amount of reassurance, while keeping it light and hoping perhaps she’ll carry on this behavior more.
“relax dude it’s just a fart lol i don’t care that much. still tho, impressive, long, gross fart sis. I give it 7.5/10..”
“lolol whatever goodnight” and with that, our conversation ended.
Part of me wondered if she caught on to how long I sat there and watched that video, but at that point I didn’t care. I was thrilled. It couldn’t have gone any better. I was a bit nervous for the next day, though.
My alarm woke me up at 6:30 the next morning.
I barely got any sleep. I could hear voices from out in the living room. I opened the door slightly and was trying to get a better listen from my room. It happened to be my mom and Hanna.
“Two days in a row honey? Are you really sure you’re that sick?”
“Mom you know I never miss school it’s just something with my stomach, I don’t think I can go today. Please?”
She was trying to stay home again, and it was probably going to work on our mom. She’s overly nice and agreeable sometimes. Though, judging by Hanna’s gas, it’s possible she’s telling the truth about being sick.
Then instantly, a new idea hit me. I put on some pajamas, and slowly walked out to the living room as well.
“Good morning Adam, aren’t you taking the bus today? Why are you in pajamas?” Mom was so kind and concerned in her nature, little did she know I had a secret desire to stay home and spend time with my gassy sister.
“I’m feeling sick Mom, my stomach is in knots. It might be whatever Hanna has.” I glanced at Hanna, who was remaining silent, her eyes met mine for a brief moment but I swear I saw a bit of blush creeping up her neck. She looked away and sat down on the couch.
Mom sighed. “Well, I still have to go to work and so does your father. Hopefully we don’t catch it too. A house full of sick people doesn’t sound fun, so I’m gonna get out of here before you guys pass it to me.”
I nailed it, I was gonna stay home from school, with Hanna today. I was so excited but had to keep my cool.
Mom collected her things and started to make her way to the door when she faced us again and said, “don’t forget, we won’t see you guys again until after the weekend so just try to feel better and call us if you need anything okay?”
I had forgotten, this weekend was going to have some alone time with Hanna anyways, since our parents had to spend the weekend several hours away for an event for mom’s work. I guess I didn’t need to feign an illness but now, I had a whole extra day to spend with Hanna.
With that, our parents left and began driving down the road. I watched them go as I heard Hanna settling into her couch nest she had created the previous day. The same one I found myself jerking off in while inhaling her stench. The memory made my cock begin to stir.
I went to the kitchen and made myself some breakfast, when I sat down at the counter, I glanced at Hanna who was on her phone. She still hasn’t said anything to me this morning. I had to play it cool though. I didn’t want to keep drawing attention to her farts and raise suspicion.
Taking my first bite, she finally pipes up and says casually, “so, stomach is in knots huh?”
“Yeah you must’ve got me sick too, thanks for that.” Taking another bite, I watched her face as a slow smile began to curl on her lips.
“Yeah right, you never get sick.” This was true, the last time I stayed home from school and was genuinely sick was years ago. It was very uncharacteristic of me.
I was struggling to come up with a response when she said, “I don’t think you caught it from me.”
“Well who else would I catch it from?”
“Maybe someone at school…” she was looking straight down at her phone. The same blush was creeping up as I looked at her, it was like we both knew what we were thinking of, that insane fart video she sent me the night prior, but neither of us would say it.
Finally I just addressed the elephant in the room, “I guess I’ll know for sure if I have it if I start ripping ass like you.”
I carefully watched her face as I said this, her eyes widened for a moment before she pulled her phone up to cover her face, and she started giggling.
“Stoppp, you’re not supposed to mention that. I don’t even know why I sent you that.” She just kept laughing, clearly embarrassed, which I found adorable and attractive.
“Because you’re nasty, that’s why,” I joked with her. She rolled her eyes and went back to her phone. I finished my breakfast and since I was staying home with Hanna all day, I decided to sit beside her on the couch.
She was already tucked into her blanket pretty tightly, and had her legs stretched out across so there was no room for me. “Scoot,” I nudged her feet with my knee. She sighed as she curled her knees in and allowed me some room.
I sat down on the end of the couch and thought to myself, “I wonder if her amazing smell has filled that blanket yet?”
“Give me some blanket, you hog,” I said to her teasingly. Her mouth dropped open in mock surprise.
“No? I had it first go find your own.”
“There’s only one out here in the whole living room, cmon we’re both sick remember? Let’s just share and play nicely for once??” I was keeping a light tone but also trying to annoy her somewhat. If I buttered her up too much or didn’t act like my usual self around her, there’d be a chance she catches on to my other feelings…
“Ugh you’re annoying, and you’re not even sick just pretending to skip school…” she continued mumbling under her breath as she reluctantly tossed some of the blanket towards me, and for a brief moment there was a gap that allowed whatever was trapped under to escape, I felt my heart drop, anticipating her stink once again but - nothing. Damn, looks like she hasn’t farted yet.
I simply replied, “thank you.” And looked ahead at the tv. So, for the next hour or so, we just continued sitting there. She was mostly on her phone while I went back and forth on the TV, eventually loading up a video game since Hanna seemed to be uninterested in whatever was on TV.
About 10 minutes into my game I’m kinda starting to focus on it more than Hanna and the potential for her farts. I figured if they’re gonna happen, then I’ll just have to be patient and accept it when it happens. And maybe it won’t at all, I mean there’s no guarantee after all. She did send me a video last night but that was just by chance, just her being funny and spontaneous in the moment. There was no indication whatsoever that she wa-
*brttttt
I felt the couch cushion vibrate beneath me, and my eyes immediately darted to Hanna, who was already stifling a giggle and a sheepish grin. Her face was getting red as a tomato, and she covered her eyes with her phone up close. She was trying to keep it together, but she totally just let it out right next to me. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe how quickly this was escalating, from her hiding this side of herself at all costs, to now just freely letting loose, not just in my presence but, in my close proximity. I felt my own face heating up and tried to refocus and understand I needed to play this off appropriately, despite my growing hard on under the blanket.
“Oh my god you’re di- disgusting.”
She immediately threw her head back in hysterical laughter. I brought my shirt over my nose just as a “precaution” but desperately wanted to know how badly that smelled. Alas, I had to hide my true feelings in this moment. As her laughter became slightly more under control, she finally spoke through held back laughter -
“Ohhh that was so good, well you already heard me, I have no reason to hold them now. Bet you’re sorry you showed me that TikTok huh?”
She continued laughing and her face was still red, but she seemed far more comfortable letting her gas out around me now. I felt so incredibly lucky in this moment. I was right where I wanted to be, now she would freely fart just to get my funny reaction to it. If I kept this up, she’d have no problem farting around me ever. This was the golden spot to be in. I just had to remain convincing that I only found it funny, and a little gross.
“Just keep it under the blanket if you’re gonna do that, nasty ass,” I said back to her, still holding my shirt over my nose.
“Hahah we’ll see..” she said this shrugging nonchalantly. God, she had no idea what effect she was having on me acting this way about it too. She was so candid and vulnerable. Plus she looked outstanding.
I tried to focus back on my game, desperately awaiting the next fart. I was still fully pitching a tent in my pajama pants under the blanket. I hadn’t thought about if I got hard in these, how easily visible it would be. I wore the pajamas out to the living room hoping our mom would take me seriously about wanting to stay home, and it paid off but now, the only thing protecting me from revealing how turned on I am by Hanna’s farts, was the single blanket we were sharing in this moment.
No matter how much I tried to focus on the game, my dick would not listen and stayed standing straight up. As if I wasn’t having a hard enough time, Hanna suddenly repositioned and stretched her legs straight out again, her calves now resting across my knees basically. We were both still sharing the blanket, so she couldn’t see how close she was to running her feet and legs right into my boner. I reacted to her movement instinctively, almost backing up to prevent her from feeling my hard-on, when she spoke
“Is this fine? My knees hurt if I keep them like that too long.”
I looked at her with what I hoped to be a convincing look of reluctance and slight discomfort, and said “sure, whatever.” And settled back in.
She must’ve bought it, because she responded saying, “oh boohoo, you’re lucky I’m even sharing the couch.” I wasn’t going to respond, I just shook my head slightly and unpaused the game, but as soon as I unpaused it she continued,
“If today is anything like yesterday I’ll have you running away from this couch before long and have it to myself.”
I knew of course what she was implying, but hearing her say it I was still in disbelief. It was a threat almost, to gas me out with her horrible farts, only she didn’t know that’s exactly what I’d want. Yet somehow, through her tone, it was playful. I couldn’t describe it well enough in words but it just almost seemed like she was challenging my tolerance of her farts in some way?
And I hadn’t even experienced the smell yet (that she knew of). So the fact she was even alluding to the level of stink she could produce, and how it would have me “running away,” was just incredibly sexy to hear.
Not to mention, to her knowledge I wasn’t aware of her gassy episode on the couch yesterday. So, she is referring to that incident and letting me in on how bad they can be, using her own words, and her own will. I didn’t have to ask to know this, she’s just telling me exactly what I want to hear. Amazing.
I had to respond appropriately though, and also, I had to find a way to do it that wouldn’t discourage her from sticking to her word. I needed the idea of her “torturing” me with her farts to be present in her mind. The worse she thinks I hate them, the more likely she’ll be to do it in an effort to annoy me, because that’s just how Hanna is.
“Do your worst, loser. I’m not moving from this spot.”
“Hahah okayyy if you say sooo…” she was drawing out the length of her words in a playful, kinda sexy way that is hard to describe. I don’t think she intended it to be hot, but it was.
I couldn’t let this chance slip though, I wanted to know more details, from her own lips, how bad her farts are… and since she brought it up already, well…I tested my luck.
“Wait, what do you mean if today is like yesterday? What happened yesterday?”
She didn’t respond right away, she was typing on her phone. Then, from behind her phone her eyes peeked over and she looked at me and said,
“I can’t just tell you what I mea-“
She paused mid sentence, then had a look of slight confusion, her eyes rolled up slowly toward her temple, a look that seemed as if she was trying really hard to remember something, or thinking deeply before answering, then she did something unexpected.
Her eyes straightened back at me, and a large smile grew on her face. Then, without speaking, she gently lifted her side of blanket, allowing a pocket of air in front of her own face, and slightly stuck her head under, I heard her gently breathe in, then she immediately quickly closed the pocket and I saw her cute face with her nose wrinkled, and she began laughing hysterically again.
“Oh god yeah, you’re in trouble dude.” That’s all she said through slight giggles, and with that she turned her body so that she was now laying on her left side, facing the tv. Her body was still under the blanket, which was now filled with her apparently horrible stench, but her legs that were draped over my thighs also switched with the rest of her.
I was completely shook. What she did was so unbelievably sexy to watch. I literally watched the moment a silent fart came to her, and watched her let it out with her facial expressions alone. I just craved the smell underneath. I felt myself almost start drooling. Then, I snapped back into reality and had to straighten up my reaction.
“You’re gross dude holy fuck.”
“Relax you can’t even smell it yet, it’s under the blanket still.”
She had a satisfied grin on her face, and I noticed now with her new position that her ass was definitely pointing right at me under this blanket. I was in for a long day - a long weekend, actually. And I couldn’t be more excited for where it could go next.
PART 3
As if I wasn't already lucky enough just by smelling the remnants of Hanna's gassy episode the day prior, things got better from there when she sent me a video of herself farting for my viewing pleasure, and now here I was, having her relish in her gassy abilities right in front of me, gushing over her own stink and threatening to use it against me to "annoy" me.
Here she was, ass facing toward me under this blanket, her feet dangling over my legs, mere inches from my growing hard-on that she unknowingly directly caused by nonchalantly funneling her farts into the trapped space beneath this shared blanket. The image again flashed in my mind of her earlier action, lifting the blanket to smell what she had produced, clearly impressed with herself. That facial expression she had, good lord. She had no idea what she was doing to me. She was so casual now and was even proud, to some extent, of what she was capable of. All the while showcasing it to her brother.
Why was she even doing this? Part of me had to question her intentions, I mean it was all going way too smoothly. Surely it couldn't be this easy to land myself in this perverted, dream scenario? There must be some catch, right? My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Hanna's small voice.
"I'm about to fart," was all she said in a simple, matter of fact tone. My stomach dropped at the sentence, I loved hearing her announce it. But still, had to play it cool of course. I couldn't risk getting caught now.
"Dude, seriously why do you suddenly thi-"
*phhhhsshhhhhhhh
My words were cut short by an audible, airy, hissing sound coming from my sister's ass under the blanket. It was airy but the way it eased out of her was quite audible, we both could hear it as it passed through her pajama pants, polluting the air underneath. I stopped talking once I heard it, and the silence was replaced with just the soft air exiting her asshole. It was kinda long too, lasting about 3 entire seconds. It was so hot to listen to. It finally came to an end, and I fully expected Hanna to be sent into a fit of laughter again, taunting me about how she just aimed another fart at me, but it did not come. Instead, she just exhaled with great relief, which was arguably even hotter. She didn't even look at me.
"Dude, what's with the sudden attitude of just farting whenever wherever? You're being nasty."
She gave me a side-eyed glance, her brow furrowing.
"What? I'm sick bro, you chose to sit out here with me."
"Yeah but you've never farted around me before, not one time. Now you're suddenly the queen of farts, I don't get it." Part of me was genuinely trying to understand her mindset of why she's so comfortable now after hiding it for so long, but part of me also was trying to feign some level of annoyance at her behavior, since that would be the normal reaction.
"So you've been counting how many times I've ever farted around you, why would you do that huh?" She was now looking directly at me and had a grin on her face. I was frozen in place by this comment, before I could reply she just continued, looking back at her phone again...
"I don't like farting around other people because it's embarrassing. why should I hold it in and hurt myself for the sake of my annoying brother? Besides.. if you really hate it that badly, you're welcome to leave."
Of course, leaving wasn't an option, but she had me in a tough spot now. If I didn't take the opportunity to leave, then she might suspect that I don't "hate" it. So, I had to say something and be able to stay put without arousing suspicion.
"I'm just saying, it's nasty. Just keep it under the blanket, at the very least. Please?" I was begging for the exact opposite result of what I wanted, but I felt it would be more convincing if I seemed completely uninterested in the smell.
"That's what I've been doing, haven't I? I'm not a complete jerk, but keep complaining and I'll give you something to complain about. Just play your game."
So with that, some time went by and there weren't any farts for what seemed like forever. In reality, about 30 minutes or so had passed of just me playing my game and Hanna on her phone, when she asked me a question.
"Is my backpack next to you over there on the floor?" I glanced down over the armrest of the couch, and saw her bag on the floor. I picked it up, and began handing it to her. As I did, she started to sit up, moving her legs back and that's when her foot lightly brushed right up against my groin. At this point, I was no longer hard thankfully. However, just this contact made it begin to stir again, but she must've not noticed or just ignored it because she said nothing about it, and her face gave no reaction either.
She opened up her bag and started rifling through it. Homework, folders, binders, her bag was a mess but eventually she reached in and pulled out a small ziploc bag. Inside it were bits of what looked like chocolate squares.
"Whatcha got there?"
She looked back at me, a smirk slowly appearing on her face.
"If you don't tell Mom and Dad, I'll let you have one." Then it hit me, they must be edibles. So, she wanted to get high together now too? Maybe this was exactly what I needed...
"I never knew you took edibles, I thought you were too much of a goody goody," i teased her.
"Shut up, this will only be my second time... You want one or not?"
So, down the hatch. We each took one. I began to think this was perfect because it might loosen her up even more about her farts, and less likely to notice any strange behavior on my end. There are times when I feel like I'm doing a bad job at covering my true feelings. If she was more blind to seeing that I actually like her gas, then that would be a good thing. Though, it had been a while since I had been high, so it might make it even harder for me to cover my tracks well, which I also needed to consider. If nothing else, being high might take me out of my own head so that I can just enjoy this moment for what it is, consequences be damned were I to get caught. Maybe I should just see how far I can take this with her...
Another 45 minutes or so goes by, we're both just waiting for the effects to kick in. We had opted to put a movie on, and that's when the doorbell rang.
I was confused, we weren't expecting anyone as far as I knew. Hanna immediately got up, letting the blanket fall to the side as she went to go answer the door. By this point, the edible had kicked in, and whoever was at the door didn't matter to me any longer, what mattered was her back was turned and this was my chance, I lifted the blanket and breathed in deeply. The faintest aroma of her eggy fart was there, but it wasn't strong at all. It had been quite some time since she farted, so it made sense. I needed to be more patient and wait for more to come. I quickly straightened up and looked back to see Hanna closing the front door, now holding two large pizzas in her hand. She was beaming.
"I ordered this because I'm starving," she said to me as she set the pizzas down on the coffee table in front of us. She settled back in, draping the blanket back over herself. She wasted no time, immediately grabbing a slice and downing half of it in one bite. I could tell by her sloppy eating demeanor that she was feeling the weed now. It was kind of funny to see actually, watching her loosen up like this. She normally portrayed herself as such a classy girly girl. Here she was, scarfing down pizza and ripping farts next to me like it was nothing. Which reminded me suddenly, would this pizza give her gas? Feeling a sense of relaxation and calm like never before, I just figured I'd ask.
"This isn't going to help your farting situation, is it?"
Grabbing at her third slice now, she looked over at me slightly giggling. With her mouth full she replied, "it'll help me fart more, if anything." She looked so proud of herself, smiling at me.
"Oh, greatttt." I tried to sound sarcastic, she just giggled and continued eating. By the end of it, I had four slices which was more than usual for myself, and Hanna had six slices, somehow. I couldn't believe such a slim girl could eat that many pieces of pizza. I could only imagine what was going to come out of her next.
Finishing her last slice, she leaned back against the couch with a satisfied look on her face. Then, she reached beneath the blanket and started fiddling with something, it took me a second to realize she was taking off her pajama pants.
"Whoa, what are you doing?" I asked her as she pulled them completely off and tossed them onto the floor.
She giggled, "Calm down, I have shorts on under, see?" She unveiled her shorts to me from under the blanket, briefly pulling it to the side. What I saw was absolute perfection - she was wearing those Nike pro, skin tight, spandex material shorts that clung tightly to her ass. She normally wore these for cheer practice, but now she was lounging beside me with them on. The material showed the curves of her asscheeks really nicely.
"Hello? You okay there?" I must've been noticeably quiet, she was questioning my blank stare directly at her thighs and legs, with thoughts running through my mind. I quickly fumbled my words out,
"Oh uh- yeah umm- my bad. I thought you were going commando for a second."
It was a bad line, honestly. But I was high and scrambled. I felt the heat rising to my face.
"Hahah, no you weirdo. It's just the pizza made me bloated, see?" She lifted her shirt up slightly, showing off her belly to me. It was bloated, that was true. Feeling a bit more ballsy and carefree from the edible, I just decided to bring up her farts again.
"Yeah, won't be long now before you stink out the entire room."
"Oh hush, you haven't even smelled one yet."
"Yeah, and I don't want to... nasty ass."
She got this fake sad look on her face, and stuck out her bottom lip to me in a false pouty way.
"Aww, really? You sure you don't? Why are you so afraid of them? I promise they're not that bad..."
Here it was, she was giving me an opportunity to keep us on this topic. Now was my chance.
"Who said I was afraid of them? I was just saying I'm sure they smell bad."
"So, you're not afraid of them? That's good, I guess I can just let them out then..."
Sitting straight up and down in a quick motion, she forced her ass downward into the couch cushion, and drilled a long, sputtering sounding fart deep into it, right beside me.
*Brrrrrrrpttttttttttttttttptptft. Her eyes widened in surprise after ripping it, then she looked at me and began laughing again.
Looking back at me, she got this curious look on her face.
"If you smell that one, I'll give you 10 bucks." Was she serious? An offer to get paid, and smell her fart? Unreal.
"10 bucks? No deal, gonna have to be more than that for something that nasty."
"20 bucks? Hurry and decide, before the smell is gone!" She was rushing me now, but I couldn't appear to enthusiastic...
"Ugh, really? 20 bucks? You swear?" She nodded furiously and began to lean back, slightly spreading her legs, thereby revealing her camel toe which was outlined in her spandex shorts. the way she positioned herself now was almost like an invitation, almost to say like, "come and get it." It was very hot to see, but I was confused on what she wanted me to do. Did she really want me to put my face down that close and sniff? There was no time for second guessing, this was my chance.
I leaned forward without speaking a word, and looked up at my sister's eyes as she began laughing even harder, trying to keep herself together as she reveled in my humiliating circumstance. Getting closer and closer, my face was now in between her thighs. If someone walked in, they would find this position to be highly inappropriate, no doubt. As I got closer, the smell was starting to become detectable. It was bad. It was simliar to the same scent as the day before, but this was fresh. This fart was recent and it was horrible. It was that same eggy smell she had but with a hint of cheesiness to it now. I inched closer, still sniffing, now audibly. She just continued laughing with each sniff.
"Will you stop laughing? I'm doing this for the money."
"Hahahah, I'm sorry it's really funny though."
I continued sniffing, it smelled amazing. My dick was rising in my pants to the extreme and I could feel it. This was exactly everything I hoped for. Her fart was right in my face practically at this point.
"Well? Does it smell like pizza?" She asked me through stifled giggles. That also turned me on. Now my answer was important, I needed to say something that could keep this going somehow.
"Hanna, it doesn't smell like anything. I think the fart disappeared already."
"What? No, get closer here-" and with that she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer into her fart, my nose almost brushing against the fabric of her spandex, and I felt her knees over my shoulders tightening down, to hold me there. The motion was so quick, I almost fell forward and I had to instinctively grab hold of her thighs to keep from faceplanting into her crotch. So, this was how she wanted to play it now? She thinks this will catch me off guard? Two can play at that game.
*sniffffffffff
Without saying a word about her crude action of trapping me, I simply took a deep inhale, loudly. Loud enough to where she could hear me purposefully smelling it. I was searching for it, for her stink. And now she knew that.
My hands were still on her thighs, and I looked up at her face in time to see the surprised look she had at me. She quickly corrected it though, and straightened her face back up.
"Still nothing?" she asked, in an almost disappointed fashion.
Still keeping me locked in place with her legs, I looked back down at her crotch in front of me. She looked and felt and smelled so good. "Still nothing, sorry sis, I don't know what to tell yo-"
*Blaptffffffttrrrtt
"OHH there it is, oh my god, can you smell it? Here -" My face rocked forward suddenly as she thrust my face even more into her, this time my nose touched her inner thigh as I collided with her in the quick motion. She wasn't even laughing, she was just genuinely wondering if I could smell it now. I guess at this point, why not just play along? This may be the only time this ever happens, after all.
*sniffffffff
The potency of this fart couldn't be described in words, it was almost chemical in its toxicity. It burned my nose, it was burning the back of my throat to breathe it. It stunk, so bad. So I sniffed again. And again. Each time loud, deep sniffs. She spoke up again suddenly.
"Oh I can smell that one, so I know you can.." she said, waving the air around her face now. "Doesn't that stink?" She asked me with genuine curiosity, as if she could detect that I didn't think it did. I was about to reply to her, when -
*pshhhhhhhhhhh
Another airy, hiss of a fart eased its way out of her and directly into my willing face again.
"Did that make it worse?" She asked again. This didn't even seem real to me, and here I was living it. She was fully farting in my face, repeatedly, and not questioning why I kept sniffing it, she just rolled with it.
*Sniffffffffffffff I inhaled her sharp, eggy fart directly. Something about hearing the air leak out of her ass just had me so turned on.
"Well? Got anything to say, weirdo?" She finally asked me, but she wasn't stopping me. Her legs were still tightly holding me down. Realizing how it all probably looked now, I imagined that she had probably caught on, at least somewhat, that I liked her farts... and I began to get anxious, I couldn't be caught like this and have everything crumble down.
"It's not like I could move even if I wanted to. Yeah, they stink. You feel better now? Where's my 20 bucks?" I began trying to back out, and go back to my side of the couch, but she held me still.
"Hey, let me up now come on, I did what you asked, just give me the money and we're square." I looked up at her face which now had a curious look again, as if she was thinking deeply. Her eyes squinted slightly, then she spoke.
"Did you say, even if, you wanted to move, you couldn't? Does that mean... you don't want to?" The puzzled look was still all I could read on her face, but this was it wasn't it? She knew. She caught me. I could try to talk my way out of it, backtrack and make it seem like she's misunderstanding my words, that could work... but what would be the point? We're both high, and in this moment, I can't help but feel like no matter what I say, everything is going to play out exactly how it should anyways. I can accept the consequences, whatever they are. But at the very least, I wasn't going to admit I liked it now. I just wasn't going to deny it. I couldn't let her win that easily. Besides, this game we were playing with one another was incredibly fun.
"Well.. this position isn't very comfortable you know? My neck is hurting." Finally, she let the pressure of her legs drop, and I was free again. Moving back to my side of the couch, Hanna turned her body to where she was laying down flat on her stomach, her ass facing straight up now. She stretched her feet out, and rested them on my lap once more.
"I don't have 20 bucks, bro. Sorry. I can't believe you just did that!" She began laughing once more.
"You asshole," I said back to her. "You owe me then, next time you get 20 bucks, it's mine."
Just then, her foot scraped against my dick, which was hard as a rock. It made direct contact. There's no way she didn't feel it. It was still hidden with the blanket, but she had to have felt it in that moment. It only lasted a moment before she rested it back in its original spot on my thighs. She still didn't mention it though. In fact, she was barely paying attention to me at all. Her attention was focused on the movie again. She moved slightly, bringing one knee up close to her chest almost, and leaving the other leg extended still under the blanket. This new position really made her ass pop out of those shorts, I could see her right ass cheek folding and spilling out of the bottom. Her left leg was still across my lap under the blanket. From her lower thighs and up, she was exposed. She looked incredible.
"Is that so?" she said, inquisitively.
"That was the agreement after all," I responded back.
"Whatever, now you know how bad they smell, do you regret staying home today?"
"....no, I'd rather be here than school."
She looked back at me and grinned, then looked back at the tv. For the next few minutes, I just kept stealing glances of her ass. It looked so perfect right there, inches away from me. Just moments ago I was sniffing farts directly out of it, it was a dream come true. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face into it from this new position, it looked so inviting. Maybe that was the point...
About 20 minutes went by, the effects of the edible still very present.
"Adam?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna fart again..."
"Seriously?"
"My stomach hurts..." *pftttttfffftttt - another airy fart escaped her, and the smell surrounded me immediately, since her ass was exposed and only about a foot away from me.
"Ugh, needed that." She sighed with relief. "Does it stink?"
"Yeah, it reeks dude."
She was silent for a moment... then -
*Pltbbbtbtbtffttt Another dry sounding, louder fart shot out of her, right at my face again.
"Does that one stink, Adam?"
"I.. yeah probably, they all kinda do..."
"How can you be sure?" She asked plainly.
"What do you mean?" What was she getting at? My heart raced furiously, the smell was intoxicating. Her raunchy farts were surrounding us both now. I felt her foot pressing into my hard dick now.
"Nothing.. just forget it..." I think I finally understood. This was the final invitation. It had to be.
Slowly lowering my torso, I gently brought my face closer and closer to her spandex clad ass, and with no reaction on her part, I assumed I was correct that this is what she was getting at. I lowered my nose even further, until it brushed against the edge of her asscheek, and I waited for a negative reaction. When it didn't come, I began to turn my face slightly so that my nose could find the crevice between her ass cheeks, and just as I was allowing my face to enter her butt, she gently lifted her hips up, as if to give me easier access, and my face fully sank into her butt. Just before I could take a sniff, I felt the warmth before anything, as my face heated up from a high temperature, concentrated, disgusting eggy fart that she pushed out with force. This was her loudest one yet.
*BLABTTFPRFRTTTFFFRRRRTTTTT "Ohhh my Goddd," she exclaimed with a half moan, half sigh of relief. I began sniffing furiously. I felt the heat still trapped in her spandex, her stink was overwhelming. I just kept inhaling it now, no longer hiding it. I felt her toes tighten their grip around my cock, she knew fully what this was now. And yet, she was indulging me? Fuck it, no time to question it. I just kept breathing her in.
"Holy fuck Hanna..."
*Pshhhhhhfttttt Another of her signature silent but deadly ones, point blank into my face. It was horrible. I loved it. There was nothing like inhaling her stench. This is what I was meant to be doing, I thought to myself.
"Does it smell like pizza yet bro?" She asked with more giggles. I looked up at her face, she had a new look about her that I hadn't seen before, it was intentionally seductive, that's all I can say about it. She looked so good. She smelled even better.
No longer feeling the need to hold back, I placed my hands on her asscheeks and began massaging them, pulling her into my face as I took deep sniffs. Still, she didn't stop me.
"It smells like pizza and eggs, and Sulphur," I replied casually.
"Really? Heh, very descriptive." She laughed at me.
And so, this is what we did for a while. I massaged her ass silently while she pumped farts into my face, gently rubbing my dick with her foot. Neither of us said anything out loud really for most of it, we just kind of silently agreed that this was our reality now. She farted in my face maybe 5 more times, I was ready to bust when she said, while still not looking at me,
"Adam?"
"Yes?"
".. Open your mouth..."