By: GasEnjoyer89
There were many people interested in hearing about my IRL sister fart stories, which inspired the “Hanna” series. I’m happy to share them, as they are the root of what makes me interested in writing these kinds of stories in the first place, and finding others who appreciate them like you guys. Thanks for the patience, and I’m hoping you’ll enjoy hearing about a true story from my past.
Given the true nature of the story, I’m going to be more casual in my writing approach, as I’m really just recalling an event from memory and describing it as best I can. It’ll be less structured and might flow more chaotically, since I’m just writing this on the fly.
For this first story I just want to lay the groundwork for your understanding of my situation at the time. This was several years ago, and growing up in a household with my sister and her being my only sibling, we spent tons of time together. My sister is in fact younger than me by a few years, similar to the characters Adam and Hanna in the series I’ve created. She was heavily involved in sports - softball, cheer, gymnastics, she even did weightlifting. The point is, her body has always been in great shape. She has medium length brown hair, and a really pretty face. This story is pretty tame overall and is more of a casual experience explaining how I realized I liked her farts, but it’s necessary to understand what comes after, which if you guys wanna hear about it, I’d be happy to share. I don’t wanna ruin the fun of where these are going, these are my real experiences but I’m going to do my best to tell them in chronological order, so while this one is pretty tame overall, hopefully you guys still appreciate it.. and can look forward to where it’s going because believe me, my sister gave me some dreamlike experiences with this fetish.
Our relationship was normal for the most part. We fought, annoyed each other, yell at each other, but on some occasions here and there, we really got along. We’d play video games or find a funny movie, that kind of stuff. Sometimes we’d wrestle. Just usual stuff really. To be honest, I never had much luck with girls in school or anything, but I knew I was into them. I was heavily attracted to many different girls, but always felt awkward talking to them, to the point I basically gave up trying. During that time though, I knew there was something unusually interesting to me about the idea of a girl farting.
I don’t know exactly the first time the idea came to me, but the earliest memories I remember of this fetish are of me looking up videos of girls farting on YouTube and watching them in my room. I remember how it made me feel. This, mixed with a desire to experience the fetish in some way, but having no chance to get close to any girls to even have them fart around me, I felt like it was out of the realm of possibility to experience a girl farting. I was honestly depressed by the idea of only enjoying it through the phone screen. I desperately wanted to really experience an attractive girl farting in my presence. Then one day, I got my wish.
As I said my sister is a few years younger than me and at no point prior to this moment did I really ever look at her in this way, but I remember one day like any other, we were at one of my sister’s cheerleading performances. They were all flipping and twirling around, I truly didn’t enjoy these events but the girls were nice to look at. They threw my sister high in the air and caught her on the way back down. My sister is pretty petite overall but she has some serious nice shape to her butt, but naturally she was one of the girls who got thrown in the air a lot. After their performance, she ran up to me and our parents in the bleachers and as she ran up to us she was laughing, and before we could say anything she got in close to our mom, and cupped her hand over her ear and whispered something, to which our mom made a face, as if she was disgusted, then began laughing.
I wanted to know what they were laughing about, and as I’m watching my sister who’s been dressed up in this cheer outfit and had her makeup done in a way to amplify her pretty face, she giggles as she whispers in my ear now “I farted in the air when they threw me.”
She just backed up laughing even harder but I felt my face get red in the moment. I felt my stomach drop. I got excited immediately. She looked amazing and admitting that through a whisper in my ear just gave me butterflies. I had never considered it before. In fact, in that moment after she told me I immediately tried to recall moments where she farted around me in the past. I vividly remember times before this of my parents complaining to her about farting in the car, or at the table. These things were already happening before my awakening to being attracted to it. This moment was the first time I got excited by the idea of my sister farting. Before this if she farted in my presence it was like eh whatever, but now, after coming to desperately desire a girl farting, I realized I had the jackpot living at home with me. She already wasn’t shy about her gas around us, why hadn’t I thought of it before? Probably because that idea was taboo and off limits, but after this moment, I felt like I wanted to feel that feeling more. The intoxicating feeling that came with my sister whispering to me about her farting. I wanted to experience her farting again, since it had been a long time since the previous moments I mentioned and since at that time, I had no interest in them, so I don’t even remember how they sounded or smelled or anything like that. I wasn’t attracted to farts then. Now I wanted them.
So she backed off, laughing with an almost embarrassed facial expression. It was really cute. What I liked though was processing all of these new complex feelings, I even in that moment realized I was turned on by what she just said, and she was standing in front of me laughing and didn’t have any idea what she was causing down below for me lol.
She had to go back and perform again shortly after, so I was left with my thoughts which I wrestled with. Just the usual struggle in a situation like this, I felt it was “wrong” but also felt it was natural. It was difficult to wrap my head around but I knew I couldn’t control my body’s own response to what happened. I knew if she really did fart around me, there’d be no way I could contain myself. That much I knew for sure. The way I knew, was I sat there and imagined it. I envisioned her farting for real, in my mind, and then I watched her out on the performance in front of me and thought of her farting and stinking up her room, and I just knew there’d be no way I wouldn’t enjoy it, I had to come to grips with that.
I was so busy contemplating all of this that I was on autopilot as we exited the building and made our way back to the car to go home.
Here’s what’s wild to me - my sister was my first experience with girls farting, and she gave me many experiences after this. Plus, I’ve been lucky to have many experiences with other girls now at this point as well, including in more sexual contexts like my ex who would fart for me any time she could and would let me sniff it, eat it, all of that. I’ve had some wildly kinky fun with girls farting, and while they’re all incredibly fun and arousing, I still find myself in awe of how lucky I got with my sister and just being around her, and how incredible the experiences she gave me were, as they’re still some of my favorite I’ve ever had, even in candid everyday moments like this. She managed to strike every nerve with her attitude about farting, which she was so open about with the family, and her gorgeous appearance. It was uncanny to see such a pretty girl fart.
All of that to preface what happens, our parents got stuck chatting with other parents in the parking lot meanwhile my sister and I are already in the car waiting.
The car is turned off since our dad had the keys and so we’re sitting there, waiting. I’m still in my head about her farts and understanding it all when I smell a fart. I heard nothing at all but oh my god the smell this girl produced, unreal. I melted. I knew immediately what she’d done and I just slowly breathed in her fart for the first time with pleasure. It smelled so good. It was perfect. Exactly what I wanted. It just filled our car. I wanted to say something but felt too nervous, like I’d give myself away somehow, I was so nervous I just looked straight down and kept slowly breathing. Each breath I took slow long inhales through my nose and I swear this fart did not lose any potency with each breath. It was eggy and perfect. I loved it.
But then, I could see her move slightly out of the corner of my eye, I saw her face glancing at me. She was waiting, I could tell. Waiting for my reaction. She was smiling. I could see it out of my peripheral vision. She was expecting a reaction from me, and I was frozen unable to think if I should act or not. I wanted to just keep smelling this fart. But I could feel her eyes on me. Finally she couldn’t keep it together anymore and she began laughing.
I looked over at her and she started laughing harder. Her head fell backwards, and she was having a fit over the stink of her fart. She started waving the air around us, laughing still.
I must’ve been not playing it off well enough because she asked me through her laughter, “can’t you smell it?” She looked genuinely concerned that I couldn’t, my reaction must’ve been abnormal. She was questioning why I didn’t react sooner. I kinda panicked and told her to shut up or something, then rested my head against the window, trying to spare myself the embarrassment of getting caught enjoying her farts. Our parents were still chatting and taking their time. My sister got on her phone and began scrolling mindlessly, I was trying to stifle my boner and lightly inhale the remnants of her fart, which was still fresh in my mind and nose.
Not even 3 minutes later, she says without looking up or anything, just blankly says “we should open a window,” and as soon as she spoke I was hit by a fresh wave of her fart again. Silent again, but stunk just as bad. I also didn’t move or react, trying to play it cool I said “we can’t the car isn’t on.”
With that she got comfortable and began laying down in the backseat, her legs took up the middle as she got onto her side, still mindlessly on her phone. Her butt was now facing me in this position and I could see up her cheer uniform. I couldn’t help but stare at her ass and the smell was still surrounding both of us, but I got so unbelievably horny at this situation that I kinda started getting really ballsy, in hindsight I think it was to try to milk the experience for all it was worth, but my reckless self just straight up asked her, “uh..you got any more farts?”
Right when I said it I felt like an idiot. Why would you ask that, moron? I really think I was too turned on in the moment to care, but clarity struck when I said the words. I fully expected her to get mad at me or flip out, it’s funny we always assume the worst. Instead, she didn’t flinch and simply replied, without looking at me, “why, you wanna smell it?” Then she giggled at herself.
“Yeah.”
Silence fell over this car so quick and she was no longer giggling but she looked over at me with a furrowed brow, judging me hard lol. Again I just felt totally ballsy in this moment so I just said whatever came to mind, she was joking when she asked if I wanted to smell it but I was serious with my reply, and she could tell.
Getting this look from her and the embarrassment of my request settling in, I tried to go on my phone and pretend as if nothing happened. She also just went back to her phone but didn’t say anything else.
Then, I see her face scrunched up out of the corner of my eye and when I look at her, I can tell she’s tensing her whole body, pushing.
When nothing happened and she noticed me stating she simply sighed and said “I tried but I’m out.” Omg, the feeling of her still actively trying to fart after I just embarrassed myself asking to smell them, thinking I ruined any chance of getting more farts, yet here she was trying to squeeze one out for me. I couldn’t believe my luck. I thought she’d stop for sure but she just leaned into it. She was trying to fart, for me.
Sadly nothing came. But this moment in the car changed the trajectory of what our normal sibling relationship was like, as many more experiences followed this. Our parents finally got into the car, surprisingly they made no mention of my sister’s farts, probably because I smelled all there was to smell. We made our way home and that was that.