By: SuperOAT
"Where is the money that Mom left us?" barked Rachel, looking around the kitchen.
Rachel was a teenager, with long dark hair and big brown eyes, better than average looks and was a pretty popular high schooler. She had a small but ample figure, and a roundness in both her breasts and butt. For three days now she wore the same wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt and her favorite grey pajama leggings, very old and worn out, especially around the crotch and crack regions. She had “used” them on her younger brother dozens if not hundreds of times before. Rachel walked into the living room, where she saw her brother lying down on the floor, watching TV.
Matt responded, "I thought you could… possibly… front me the money?"
Matt was a middle schooler, four years younger than Rachel. He was a foot shorter than her and a bit pudgy around the waist, and non-too athletic. He had his comfort clothes on too, a t-shirt and basketball shorts.
"And why would I do that? Mom had given it to us for food while she’s away." Rachel said, annoyed, placing her hand on her hip.
"Yeah, I know, I know... but I had made a bet with Ben."
"You did what?!" asked Rachel, incredulously.
Matt rolled over to look at his sister. “I bet it on the game! If the Jets win, which I think they will, I will double my money, give back the half Mom gave us to buy food… and keep the other half for me… or, us. Easy money, right?”
Rachel glared, thinking to herself. “A little too easy… for you.”
She continued, “How about this? Let's make a bet, too. If the Jets win… you pay me back, plus the right to facefart you… let’s say, five times. After all, I paid in advance, as you said.” Rachel extended her hand out. “But if they lose, you can’t pay me back… and so… you will just have to be my fart slave for… I don’t know. A while.”
Mathew looked worried. “Ugh. Your fart slave…? For how long?”
Rachel smiled innocently. “Just a day?”
“NO WAY!” said Matt firmly, knowing the damage that could be done in one full day.
Rachel was three steps ahead of her brother. She always had a bag of tricks at the ready. Rachel grinned. “Well… Matt, in this case, Mom will know of your bet… AND that you were smoking on her balcony.”
Matt was in shock but tried to play it off. “You know what? I don't care, no more farts. Who do you think you are? Your farts have been making me sick lately…” Matt lowered his head. “Anyway, I thought that you were saving the smoking story… to keep it for something better.”
Rachel shifted her hips side to side and pulled her leggings up, the waistband having lost some of its grip after so much wear. It was oppressively humid the past several days, and she was feeling gross and sweaty along her privates. “Okay… then how about I tell her that I caught you stealing the necklace she lost last week. And SOLD it.” Rachel turned her back, and closed her eyes, her butt tauntingly directed towards her brother.
“But I didn’t do that!!” cried Matt.
“I know… but who do you think she will believe? Me or you?” Rachel spoke teasingly. “In my mind, you really have no choice… and maybe I could add that it wasn’t cigarettes you smoked… but weed. Mom would KILL you!” Rachel raised a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh.
Mathew looked at his sister’s butt, a mere foot away. Matt knows how her bad her sister’s gas was, he had been gassed under her butt a thousand times before, ever since he was little. He sighed. There was nothing he could do, he’d have to agree to her terms. Hopefully, the Jets would win… Las Vegas bookies gave them a seven-point spread. The Jets didn't know they were playing not only for a playoff spot, but also for the welfare of a young boy’s lungs.
“Rachel… you disgust me, you know that?" Matt put his head down, and finally added, “Okay, we’ll do it your way.”
Rachel turned her head to look at Mathew. The truth was, that this time, she wanted Mathew to willingly smell her farts without fighting. She could easily wrestle him down and force him to do what she wanted, but this time she wanted something more… cooperative. She really wanted him to be eager to inhale her gaseous emissions, and she had a bunch of fun ideas of different positions and ways to fart on him.
Rachel rubbed her tummy. “Okay, then let's go to the supermarket to buy food for you… and some stuff for me. When does the game begin?”
Rachel was known for disrespecting the rules, so Matt had to think of how he could manage to escape her farts just in case the Jets lost the game. “This afternoon at 2pm... Wait a second, before we go… I gotta go somewhere.” Matt ran to the bathroom.
Rachel watched him go to the toilet and discreetly followed him. She knew he had a habit of never closing the door from inside. Once he dropped his shorts down and sat on the toilet, Rachel opened the door, walked in, pushed her ass in front of Mathew’s face and farted.
Prrroooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutttttttttttttt
“Enjoy,” smirked Rachel as she slammed the door. “Now once you inhale all that, you’re free to go. This is just practice, by the way.” She mocked. She was holding that one in for quite a bit. Matt, dazed and coughing, tried to concentrate on going to the bathroom.
Matt gave up on devising a plan, and Rachel and her brother walked to the corner supermarket. Once inside, two boys around Matt's age started to follow Rachel, staring hard at her tight grey leggings-clad butt, and quite openly too. She had a nice one for her size and she knew it. She smiled at the beginning, but after a few minutes of the pursuit she started to get annoyed by the prepubescent kids and headed to the canned foods section. She felt a pressure in her lower intestines. At last, it had come… for 10 minutes now, and she was to give them a good reason to stop their stalking. She stopped, pretended to search something on the lower shelves, and bent over and sticking her ass out. She heard them giggling, probably because they thought they had a nice view. “Take that” she thought, dropping a hot SBD. The kids got hit by the smell almost immediately, while she was busy releasing her second puff. The stench was killer, and the two boys looked at each other in disgust. They then realized that Rachel was the one who farted because she turned to them with an evil grin. The two kids bolted, and she laughed softly, quite proud of herself. “Lesson learned.”
Rachel headed over to frozen foods section as if nothing happened. She found the ice cream she was looking for. Coconut was her favorite, and she knew this was all she needed, so she took two pints and went to the checkout where she met back with her brother.
Matt turns his head to Rachel, “Hey sis, I took some chocolate chip cookies for you and me, is that all right?”
Rachel looks down at him and scoffs. “You know perfectly well I don't like chocolate, but take your stupid cookies, nerd.”
Matt sighs, “And where are those boys that followed you? They must be crushing on you.”
Rachel grinned evilly, “Oh, I found a way to shake ‘em off. I don’t think they’ll ever come to check me out again.”
Matt felt a pang of nausea and stopped talking for the rest of the trip. They arrived home, Matt arms full of bags and Rachel just browsing her phone. When they were on the steps, Rachel headed to the door to step in front of her brother and look around. “You heard that?”
“Heard… what?” Matt shuffled, the bags weighing in his arms.
“That”. Brrraaaappppppttttt
Rachel blasted one in Matt’s direction, pointing her ass at his face. He instantly smelt it, coughed, then started to breathe through his mouth to avoid the stench.
“I think this is a bad omen for your Jets! My farts are explosive! And… they’re… looking… for…” Rachel giggled, poking Matt on his nose then his mouth with a free finger, “…a place to detonate.” She continued to laugh while entering the kitchen, then arranged the food Matt dropped on the counter. Matt clicked the game onto the TV and got comfortable.
The game was rather uneventful, and the Jets weren’t looking too hot. By the end of the 1st half, they were down by 7 points, and Rachel had finished a pint of ice cream already. She started her second pint, knowing her lactose intolerance is going to absolutely wreck her brother’s passages. Rachel twirled a finger through her hair. “Hey Matt, would it bother you if finish this second pint of ice cream? You didn’t want any, right?” She said, scooping a big spoon of ice cream into her mouth. Rachel was just toying with Matt and planned on eating the whole thing anyway.
Rachel wasn’t a Jets fan or even a football fan, but this game, she was hanging on every touchdown. She was in some moderate pain, allowing her gas to build enormous pressure in her gut. The game went on and the Jets weren’t getting any better. They had one last shot in the 4th quarter but lost a critical turnover, and the final few minutes were shot. The Jets would go on to lose. Matt looked down, knowing he lost everything. He must pay up for the money Rachel lent him. He closed his eyes and grimaced, knowing her sister must be full of her killer, rotten dairy gas.
Rachel plopped down her finished ice cream container, raised her head upwards and licked her fingers one by one. “Come on Matt, it’s over. Time to assume the position.”
Matt slowly stood up, then immediately bolted into his bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Rachel shook her head and took her time walking to the room. She spoke loud enough so Matt could hear through his door. “Poor little bro, you think I’m stupid? You really think I didn’t prepare for this?” Rachel took Matt’s bedroom key from her pocket and inserted into the keyhole. She pushed hard on the door, and Matt’s weight wasn’t enough to keep her out. He fell to his butt, and Rachel towered over him with her hands on her hips.
She spoke quietly, but firmly. “Now… crawl to my bedroom if you don't want me to tie you down. As I said earlier, you are to be a cooperative fart slave today. I don't want to overpower you, but if you resist just one more time…” Rachel slapped her fist into her other hand’s open palm. “You’ll not only suffer today’s farts, but when Mom and Dad get home, Mom will know everything…” Rachel looked up in thought. “Plus, something more, imaginative.” Matt was trapped, and he knew all too well that resisting would only makes things worse.
Once they arrived in Rachel 's bedroom, Rachel grabbed a pair of dirty panties from the floor. She nonchalantly covered Matt’s head and eyes with them, and then slapped on some plastic handcuffs on his wrists. She had quickly grabbed them from her dresser top, which she kept from a Halloween years ago when disguised as a sexy prisoner. They were a favorite and frequent toy for Matt’s sessions. Matt was now at her mercy, and this gave her that familiar flow of pleasure that ran goosebumps up her arms. She looked down and checked herself out. Her shape-molded grey leggings, old and worn, had worked up some sweat marks around her crevices.
Rachel then stretched out her arms and yawned. “Let’s go. Lay down on your back.”
Matt then laid down on Rachel’s carpeted floor, sighing and waiting. Rachel walked over to her desk, popped open her laptop and pointed her webcam to where he was laying, then tuned the settings. She angled the camera to where Matt’s head was. She smirked and sang, “Okayyy honey, I'm coming…”
Rachel stood in front of her blindfolded, handcuffed brother, then spread her legs, one on each side of his body. Her hair fell to her sides and she looked down, slowly guiding her ass to ensure Matt’s nose would gently insert into the worn section of her crack. She was squatting, knees together, and could feel Matt’s nose inhale and exhale a mere inch from her sweaty hole. She felt really bloated, and her gut gurgled silently.
Rachel looked at her nails. “Now the rules are simple. If you try to breathe through your mouth, I’ll gag you. And things will go very, very bad. Instead, if you take deep breaths with your nose, I’ll grant you some fresh air… sometimes.” Rachel finally allowed her gut rumblings to proceed, and she smiled to herself. Rachel half-turned her torso to then grab Matt’s forehead with her hand, and gently adjusted it inward until she felt his nose breathing up into her asshole.
“Now bro, open those nostrils nice and wide!” Rachel joked, as if he could willfully close them.
PRRRRRRRRRRR-PPP-PPPP.
Rachel blasted her first facefart, long, and loud and violent, directly into Matt’s nose.
“Ungh, that felt good.” Rachel sighed, feeling some relief.
Matt took the fart in one deep breath through his nose and didn't try to cheat with his mouth. His lungs burned, then let go a small moan of agony. Rachel didn’t release her grip on his head.
“What a good boy you are…” Said Rachel, proudly. She waited for Matt to finish exhaling, and then strained again.
Frrrrraaaaappppppppprrrrtttttttt
Rachel ripped another long one, and again she heard his nose greedily suck up the fumes. She smirked, thinking that these big ones must be blowing up his nostrils, filling his nasal cavity before going down his throat.
Broooiiiiiiffffffffffprrrrr
She didn’t wait this time. The gas from Rachel’s fart blasted into Matt’s nose, and whatever escaped vibrated Matt’s entire face instead. Rachel covered her mouth and laughed, looking into her webcam. “Oh my god! That one kinda popped on your face, huh? Oh… that's… so good.” Rachel hummed contently and rubbed her tummy.
Matt couldn't breathe anymore, and the stench was so bad he almost felt like throwing up. For the past minute, the only thing he was able to breathe was her gas, a kind of mixture of shit, cheese and some other deathly scents. He squirmed beneath her ass, to briefly free his passages. “Rachel… I can't… breathe… you 're going to kill me...” Matt said between gasps.
Rachel caressed Matt’s head with her hand, running her fingers through his hair. “No, see? You can talk. I’d say that means you are pretty far from death.” Rachel looked up, tapped a finger on her chin and spoke with a cutesy voice. “How about… you just shut up? And breathe my farts? Okay?”
Rachel then she released an intensely long fart, lasting 6 or 7 seconds. In the middle, she felt Matt’s nose almost try to bury itself into her ass, as if to try to plug the gas expelling from her anus. However, Rachel deftly guided his head back, creating the perfect distance between his nostrils and her asshole, and the result was a fantastic flushing of warm, putrid air injected directly into Matt’s nostrils. The entire fart was sucked up and absorbed into Matt’s body. Rachel didn't know she could fart for so long! She lost composure, started to squat forward and laugh loudly, and let two more pent-up farts just smack her brother in the face. Matt had just taken six straight farts in such a short period of time - his passages were on fire, and he had no air to breathe untainted by Rachel's gas. She was way gassier than usual, and Matt dreaded knowing he was her slave for the rest of the day. Her felt utterly demoralized and wanted to cry.
Rachel readjusted herself, stretching her pants up and lightly snapping the waistband. She took note of how disgustingly sweaty she was. She looked down, and slowly wiggled her warm, smelly crack side to side against his nose, lining it up perfectly to inhale her stale, fart-soaked leggings. She patted her tummy and waited for some more farts. After a few minutes of light smothering and feeling his labored breathing up her asshole, Rachel decided to let her brother take a little break. Mostly because she didn’t have to fart. Her last several were pretty huge and she figured it may take some time to build up more ammo.
Rachel got up and looked down at her poor little brother. He was lying zombielike on the floor of her sister's bedroom, breathing incredibly slow. She rolled her eyes. “Matt, that was only about 15 minutes of fart slavery today! Pathetic, even for you.” Usually, it takes an hour or so before Rachel’s gaseous infusions knock him out cold. But this first barrage of thunderous farts put is mind under a spell in record time. Rachel smiled into her webcam. She bent over in front of her computer and spoke sweetly, “Now Matthew, stay where you are, and I’ll be back soon. Awake or not, you’re gonna take… what I want to give.” Rachel grinned and stopped the recording.
Focused like a laser, Rachel headed to the kitchen to drink some milk. She stopped liking milk years ago but convinced her family otherwise to make sure they always had some in the fridge. When she was a kid, she spent a good amount of time experimenting with her body to see what would produce the “best” results, and something about downing a glass or two of milk in a short amount of time really got her intestines going. Rachel could hardly contain her excitement, knowing that this kitchen trip combined with the ice cream earlier, was going to produce the worst bowel activity she’s had in years. She finished her first glass with a big milk mustache across her upper lip and her body gave a shiver.
“Ungh.” Rachel grimaced, her gut rumbling already.
Matt’s awareness was returning to him. He didn’t know how long he was out of it, but he heard footsteps approaching. Rachel’s panties, and he wrists still bound. He weakly writhed side to side, not to escape but to try to get comfortable.
Rachel strolled on in towards her webcam, bent over and then hesitated before turning it back on. She peered over her shoulder with a sweet smile. She hit record. “Soooo…. What did you think of round one? I’m hoping you got your second wind.”
“Rach… they were terrible, they stunk so bad… please, please stop. I can’t.” Matt twisted his mouth, just remembering what he went through. The smell was stuck on his face, embalmed in her ass sweat. It felt sticky. His throat gurgled. “I’m going to throw up… if you keep…”
Rachel cut him off, “You know what will happen if you vomit Matt. You better find a way to keep it together.” Rachel sighed, and Matt started to hear her maneuver around.
Rachel spoke flatly, “Frankly, I’m disappointed. You agreed to be cooperative. You’re kinda ruining the experience.” Matt heard her walk over to him. “And I thought you understood by now... after how many times we’ve had our fun like this. Begging me to stop? Tsk, tsk.” Matt heard Rachel place her feet on opposite sides of his head. “I stop… when I want to stop.”
With that, Rachel squatted on her brother’s face in her favorite position. Matt felt her flesh and skin, her bare ass, and his nose was jammed open and upward against his sister’s sticky hole. His eyes widened and he gasped. “N-No, no…”
“Shut up Matt, listen closely, it's coming.” Rachel closed her eyes, gently released her cheeks to close upon Matt’s face, put her head back in strained concentration, and from her ass gushed a long, growling fart.
BROOOOOUUUUUUUUFFFFFFPPPPPPPRRRRRRRTTTTTT
Rachel heard her fart blast directly up into her brother's nasal cavity, and she felt it too by the way her brother’s face violently vibrated upon her fart’s entry. She smiled, imagining his look of horror. The stench of it must be terrible, she was sure, but if her brother did his job correctly, she wouldn’t have to sample it. Her stomach felt bloated with more, and she couldn’t help but giggle. She looked straight into the webcam.
“Bro, another."
Rachel pushed on her brother’s belly making him expel the remnants of the last fart he just consumed, and she felt his breath rush against her. Then she gently covered his mouth with her hand and sat her asshole against his upturned nose, cutting off his air. Matt quickly, but weakly, started to squirm in panic, but Rachel was patient. After countless sessions, Rachel knew her brother’s limits and that he could last another minute. When he was at the rift of blacking out, Rachel allowed her brother’s nostrils to just barely separate from her sticky asshole, and as heard him beginning to inhale, let go a powerful, gusting fart.
PRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFFFT
Immediately upon its end, Rachel jammed Matt’s nose into her ass and forcefully gripped his mouth closed with her hand. She wanted to ensure not one gaseous shit particle went to waste. Unbelievably, an inhuman smell of eggs, cheese, cabbage, shit, start to flow up to her senses. Rachel exploded in laughter and turned beat red, knowing that it must be ten times worse under her gross, moist brown ring.
“Oh my GOD.” Rachel was very proud of the last one, sure, but knew that this session was far from over. The ice cream and milk were just kicking in. “That was so fucking gross.”
Rachel peeled her ass off from Matt’s face, stood up, and fanned the air. She looked down. “Hey, bro. Yum. How ya doing?” She gently nudged her brother’s cheek with a bare toe a couple of times. “… Still awake?”
Matt didn’t reply, half asleep and breathing with difficulty. Matt’s runny nose and lips were a bright, glistening red, slick with her sister’s anal slime. Rachel smiled.
“It’s so nice you continue to breathe through your nose, Matthew.” She placed a hand on her hip and sighed with exaggeration. “FINALLY cooperating.”
Rachel felt her gut pressure build again, and she squatted to get down in position. She reached back to grab Matt’s head and rubbed his greasy nose inside her crack until it was in place. She could tell Matt was close to passing out, because instead of breathing through his mouth, she could feel his nose lightly suction her hole with each breath.
Rachel timed his next inhalation. “Here ya go little buddy…” She whispered gingerly while carefully relaxing her anus, injecting her brother with a slow, restrained SBD that would last several few seconds. Her brother’s abdomen quietly inflated as he took it all in. Rachel crinkled her nose, smelling the scent of shit on that one. She watched as her brother slowly exhaled.
Matt was clearly KO now, but even that would not mean he was free. Rachel learned, as she grew older, that she also kind of enjoyed the time her bro spent in farty dreamland. She didn’t have to talk to him, and it was a nice break from all his physical resistance. She spent the next hour bouncing between her bed, phone, PC and her brother’s face. All the motion helped her digestion, and her gas was frequent. It felt like every few minutes she would have to fart. And every single one of these explosive, dairy-farts would end up in her sleeping brother’s gaping mouth.
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Matt was awoken from his slumber with rising panic and lack of air.
“Hello, Matt.”
Matt opened his eyes to see above him, his nose buried in his sister’s ass crack, and her two, glistening butt cheeks meeting his face. Her sister’s fingers were gripped her ass as to hold her cheeks separate. His mouth was smothered by his sister’s fleshy lips and his nose was rammed up Rachel’s warm, meaty asshole. He began to weakly squirm for air, only for his nostrils to be skillfully maneuvered by Rachel to open up against her asshole. It swelled open.
BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPRRRP-PR-PR-PR-PPPPP.
Right when he got his bearings was when Rachel’s hole ballooned open and flooded his nose with the biggest fart of the day. Rachel blasted a pungent, six-second-long squeal that shook the insides of his body and rattled his brain. Matt immediately developed a pounding headache and his chest burned intensely. Rachel’s hole closed upon his nose like a tender kiss, before she gradually rose from his face, to turn and sit on his chest.
“Hey… have a nice nap? I was starting to get a little bored…” Rachel twirled a finger through her hair and smiled warmly at her brother between her legs.
Matt was on the verge of tears. His head felt feverish, his nose ran, his mouth was incredibly parched, and his tongue tasted a near vomit-inducing bitterness. His body wanted to give out again. “Rachel, please… I… I’ll give you all the money I have. Do all you want, but no more farts… please…”
Rachel slid off her brother, brought her knees to her chest and held them, then continued to smile. “Matt, that’s very sweet of you to offer. But we both know you don't have any money to give… and even if you did…” Rachel bit her bottom lip and spoke quietly. “Honestly? The only thing I want is to gas you down.” Rachel sighed, then cutely rocked back and forth. “All day and all night.”
Rachel deftly grabbed some tape resting on the bed beside her and prepared to wrap him up. “You whine too much, so… sorry… but I have to gag you.” She efficiently rolled a piece of tape around his head and mouth before he could contest. She playfully poked his nose with a finger. “Here, much better now!”
Rachel then got off the bed and bent her face over towards Matt ear. She could smell the remnants of all the farts she assaulted him with. It was sort of glued in his hair, and his face was moist. She spoke softly into his ear.
“I want you to know, Matt, what’s going to happen for the next 20 hours or so. I’m going to smother you, with your nose all the way up my butt. I’m going to fart… and fart, and fart… and fart some more. It may get messy? You’ll probably pass out again. Maybe several times. I… I want your nose, your whole body… to remember the smell of my farts. Forever.”
Rachel’s stomach audibly growled, and she stood up. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, in and out. “Whew. Okay. Ready!”
Rachel then quickly hopped on the bed and straddled her brother. She wanted to try a new position, so she stuck her legs out past Matt’s head, and laid down atop of his body. She felt her brother’s nose gently poke around inside her crack. Rachel wasn’t used to this position, but she knew had plenty of gas to spare, and could always flip over if it wasn’t working out. She propped herself up on her elbows and bent her knees up. She felt her butt smush Matt’s face.
“Hmm… What if…”
Rachel arched her back up, reached her hands to her butt to spread her cheeks as much as possible, and then slowly lowered herself onto her brother’s face. She found her brother’s nose with her gaping asshole and begun to gently wiggle, downward, side to side, until she felt his nose insert inside of her and prop her anus open. She then sat down hard to keep her brother’s nose wedged and released her cheeks to close upon his face. Matt was beginning to squirm in a breathless panic, but Rachel rode him expertly, and held him down with her butt. His face wasn’t visible from beneath her.
Rachel spoke sadly, “I see my little speech seemed to have little effect.” Rachel strained, “Perhaps… this…” She began to sit all her weight down upon her brother’s face, as to not accidently eject his nose, while straining to push out a fart. Her asshole’s seal atop her brother’s nose created a sort of vacuum, and Rachel struggled to expel her gas, until Matt’s nose finally gave way.
WRRRRHHMMMMMP
With nowhere else for the gas to go, Rachel’s intensely muffled fart was injected directly up through Matt’s nostrils and immediately inflated his chest cavity. The gas coated his lungs, throat, mouth and any other membrane it could seep into, and his body began to feel like it was on fire.
“Oh, god… take ALL of it... that’s got to be so… good.”
Rachel tilted her head back and huffed, feeling somewhat out of breath. She didn’t relieve any weight from Matt’s face. Remarkably, Matt’s nose still was plugging her, and it gave her a weird sensation. She felt additional pent-up gas and wondered if she could not release it all due to the lack of air space in her brother’s passages. It was as if all her gas was trapped within the confines of the interconnected space and that Matt was just an extension of her digestive track. She tested the airtight seal by pushing out her anus and was immediately met with resistance. It felt like her gas was slowly passing to-and-fro, inflating either her bowels or her brother’s lungs. It grew uncomfortable.
“Ungh… just take it.”
PPPPRRRRRRRRROOOOMMMMPPPPPPPP
Rachel had tried - but failed - to force her fart to fill up the space inside her brother that didn’t exist. This next one exploded upon her brother’s nostrils, then onto his face, echoing from under her ass, and the intense pressure caused her to briefly levitate. Matt’s face got lightly misted from the shotgun blast of her sister’s fart. Matt coughed violently into his gag, his face grew red, his nose inhaled and exhaled greedily, and then spent the next several moments regaining his composure. Rachel held herself up and looked down at her brother. He looked totally wiped. Rachel gently lowered herself to sit on Matt’s covered mouth, and then peered down into his eyes from between her legs. Her lips curled into a smile.
“Oh… Did you say something? … No? Good. You know, you should probably…” Rachel slid her butt forward and strained.
PHHHRIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP
“Save your breath!”
This high-speed, airy fart fluttered against Matt’s upper lip before spraying up his nose, which had still been greedily drawing in breaths. Excess gas whooshed past and blew his hair. He writhed and coughed weakly, unable to expel the toxins that ached his chest and gave him a pounding headache. The stench was so bad, tears started to run to his cheeks, and Rachel felt them against her own.
“Aww, poor baby… Kinda tickles. Hehe.” Rachel snickered, then calmly smushed her crack and asshole into her brother’s upturned nose. It felt incredibly slimy and hot, and Rachel noticed even the air of the room was growing humid. Her brother’s breathing grew weaker under her heavy smother.
“Bet you could use some air, huh? Well… what a coincidence…”
PRRRRRRRRTSSSSSSS
Rachel’s hole swelled outward and a wet, diarrhea-scented shart splattered directly up and around Matt’s nostrils. Rachel couldn’t determine whether the wetness on her cheeks were her brother’s tears, or collateral damage. The nose snugly lodged against her hole felt tacky and totally stuck. Matt didn’t respond to the rancid blast, and Rachel propped herself up atop his head, facesitting him fully with her moist, sweltering under-region. Her brother’s nose was totally bent upward and felt like it was almost inside of her.
“Ungh…” Rachel rubbed her gut. “Hope you’re not picky about your air.”
It was only a minute or so before Matt passed out beneath her. Rachel grew uneasy, and carefully peeled herself from her brother’s face. When she looked down to inspect her work, she saw her brother’s eyes shuttered and his mouth open, drawing slow breaths. His whole face had a sheen of glistening ass sweat, and his upper lip and nose had a few, light-brown smears amongst it. Rachel sniffed, lightly gagged, then turned to leave the room. She couldn't bear the smell. Or the humidity. She thought this facefarting session was getting kind of gross… even for her. She disconnected the webcam and snatched her laptop before walking out.
Once in the kitchen, Rachel took a deep breath of fresh air and went for the fridge.
“Time to refuel.” She muttered to herself.
Rachel grabbed the milk bottle, popped it open and chugged the remaining half on the spot. She let the milk mustache linger as she twisted the bottle to examine the label. Her stomach bubbled.
“This… is a good brand.” Rachel nodded. “Gotta remember to tell Mom.” Rachel looked at the clock. “Only seven, and the dumbass is already out cold. Guess I can start.” Rachel set up the laptop and got to work.
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“Whew.”
Rachel wiped the sweat from her brow, sat back, and glanced over at the TV. She had been diligently preparing her latest fart torture video for her online fanbase. It was a short one compared to her compilation history, but significantly more brutal. She knew she was done with recording for the night. The farts Matt would suffer from here on out were only for her pleasure, and for his torment. Rachel took a big stretch in her chair, raising her arms far back behind her. She felt her gut pressure build up again and labored once more for its containment. Her half-naked body had cooled a bit and her sweat had mostly dried. She let out a yawn and her lips smacked tiredly.
“Eight o’clock news…” Rachel said absentmindedly. “Wait. Eight already?!”
Rachel bolted from her chair and back to her room, throwing the door open. Matt was awake and struggling on his handcuffs and had almost freed one of his hands. The entire room was still shrouded with the smell of the last intense farting session, and she immediately felt her body begin to sweat from the rooms heat.
“Oh NO you don’t!”
Rachel grabbed Matt’s free arm, shoved it under him and swiftly straddled his face. Her brother weakly resisted, still drained from his earlier captivity. Rachel’s fierce reverse facesit limited her brother’s movement, and she used his nose’s small movements to scratch and soothe her still grimy butthole. With her brother’s arm secured beneath both of their weights, she grabbed a handful of his hair with one hand and placed her other on his chest. As practiced over a thousand times in the past, she rid out her brother’s struggling all the while using his nose for anal stimulation, exploring the wrinkles of her brown hole. Rachel sighed as she enjoyed her brother’s hot breaths on her privates.
“Yeah, yeah… I know you want your freedom, little bro. But… so does my gas.”
Her stomach developed an intense pain, but she had to hold it still. She scoured the bed for her used panties. In one quick motion, she balled them up and stuffed them in her brother’s mouth.
“MMM. Mmm.” Matt winced, unable to truly fight anymore.
“First…” Rachel worked to get herself in place. “Shut up.”
Rachel returned her hands to her brother’s head and chest and repositioned her sphincter upon Matt’s nostrils. She gripped his hair and shoved his face up her butt.
“Second… no more struggle.”
Rachel felt her brother’s breathing taper off, despite giving him breathing room. She could tell Matt was holding his breath, and she rolled her eyes.
“Come on, Matt. You know I can hold it longer than you can...”
Rachel grimaced. This time Rachel was bluffing. She had no time for games. Her bowel felt totally swollen, since she’s been keeping her gas pent up for over an hour. The temperature of her asshole felt like 500 degrees. Rachel placed her feet behind Matt’s head to hold it straight up, trying to plug her hole up and ensure no leakage. She curved her back, looked down at her brother and saw his glazed, exhausted eyes and the top of his nose buried in her crack. Finally, after 30 seconds of direct eye contact, Matt exploded in a breathing fury, taking deep huffs against her sister’s anus. Rachel’s eyes lit up.
“Unnnnhhhhh…” Rachel closed her eyes and strained.
FFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRR
Rachel expulsed her fart, an incredibly long SBD that was perfectly attuned by Matt's inhaling nostrils. She heard almost nothing as her brother took in every bit of her vile, blistering gas, burning both her asshole and setting her brother’s sinuses ablaze. Matt’s whole face felt intense pain and his brain felt like it was melting while he endured what seemed like a never-ending fart infusion. As Rachel sensed the end of his inhale, she leaned her backside into her brother’s face, forcing his airways closed and her still ongoing fart to overload whatever remaining space existed in her brother’s nose, mouth, throat and lungs. Matt suffered the ultimate containment of this sulfuric, shitty bong-hit, and it felt like his sister just shoveled a hot dump into the entirety of his being. He immediately grew dizzy and closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering softly against Rachel’s ass cheeks.
“Heh... Good night.” Rachel opened her eyes to look down at her brother, then grinned evilly. “Oh oh oh… goodnight, fo’ sure, fo’ sure.”
Rachel briefly released her assholes grip of her brother’s nose, and immediately injected it with another SBD. Then another. And another. Rachel gave Matt all her pent-up gas, the finest gas blasts she could conjure, her butthole opening and closing upon her brother’s nostrils in scorching, farty smooches. Matt had passed out somewhere along the way, but it did not stop Rachel from unleashing her bowel’s wrath. After several minutes, Rachel then smeared her butt down to her brother’s open, unresponsive lips until she felt them wrap around her asshole.
“Isn’t it gross to kiss your sister? Dumb lil’ turd.” Rachel laughed to herself, knowing her bro was out.
Rachel then loaded her brother’s panty-filled mouth with continuously hot and silent methane-bombs. She intended to soak the panties with her increasingly volcanic emissions, so that her brother could savor the taste for when she would finally leave him. And the fart bombs were relentless, almost constantly detonating between Matt’s lips. Rachel was filled with glee and marveled at the way her brother’s cheeks would inflate, or how his chest would slightly expand with each gigantic SBD she would force into his open mouth. Rachel leaned forward and held her gut, as the pain of her gas grew more intense. Rachel’s asshole grew agitated, and she thought it began to feel like she was literally shitting into her little brother’s unconscious mouth. But she pressed onward, grimaced, and let out fart after fart, hotter and hotter, shittier and shittier.
After a long while, it felt like she had some steady, fiery anal leakage going on. Rachel slowly raised her ass to inspect the damage. She turned her head an looked down at her brother. His mouth was stuffed with her pair of undies, now almost completely sodden with her wet, brown discharge.
“Oh. Oh my… god.” Rachel gagged into her hand.
The stench filled her bedroom and Rachel finally felt a pang of shame, so she released his head from the hold of her ankles that formed her fart chamber. Matt’s head rolled on the side completely asleep. Rachel swiftly grabbed her tape, and tapped her brother’s mouth shut, wrapping it around his head. She was hopeful this would seal some of the stench.
“I gotta get out of here. Ew ew ew.” Rachel shook her head and fanned the air. “But I… I can’t risk it.”
Rachel suffered the rooms deadly aromas while hurriedly wrapping her brother in a loose sheet. With his hands secured by the handcuffs, and him fully mummified to his toes, there would be no escaping.
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Matt awoken once more from his slumber, being prodded on his face. His blurred vision returned, and he saw her sister’s foot massaging and warping his nose. It had a bit of funk when he took his first conscious inhale. He reflexively attempted to gag, but his mouth was full of some cloth, and it tasted quite literally like shit. Matt realized his situation, and began to tear up, closing his eyes and whimpering.
Rachel looked her at brother gingerly and moved closer to caress his head with one hand. She spoke gingerly, “So, Matthew. You’ve been through a lot today, I know. But I have too, y’know. It’s so gross in here, I never had to actually withstand my own stink this way.”
Matt opened his eyes and looked hopeful up at his sister. Rachel smiled, and then straightened up, fixing her shirt and hair. “But my gut today. Can you believe it? It’s not subsiding.” Rachel sighed, as if she too was just a victim. “And so, I remembered reading something, a really good idea really. Anyway, I’ll be able to sleep peacefully.”
Matt’s face fell again. He felt like he was going to die. This was the most torturous night her ever endured, and he wondered what more could he possibly take. What more could his sister possibly do?
“Okay Matt. Bye-bye! See you next spring!” Rachel waved her hand cutely and threw him under a blanket.
Matt’s head immediately grew sweaty under the quick change in temperature. He realized Rachel was using the heavy cover he uses during cold winter nights, and he began to whimper some more. Rachel got her lower half of her body under the covers, and oriented her still naked ass to his face, only four or five inches from it. She sighed and rubbed her belly, laying on her side. With Matt’s mouth stuffed, he had no choice but to breathe through his nose, and he could already smell his sister’s body. That, or the fluid of the soaked panties crept up the back of his throat and into the back of his nose. He did feel a lot of contaminated mucus, and it sort of burned.
PPRRRRROOOOOMMMMMPPPPFFFFF - PRRUUUFF
Rachel quickly exploded one into her brother’s face. At this point, Rachel was too tired for further taunting. It’s been a long day. Rachel opened her laptop to put on some Netflix. Now, nice and comfortable, the room’s air was beginning to clear, and her mutant, killer gas was being fully contained and torching Matt’s entire being under the covers – which felt like a world away. She was totally unworried as her brother’s five senses were under constant assault from her emissions, her farts releasing at regular, short intervals. And she knew she could just fall asleep, farting all night long.
Rachel yawned sleepily. After pressing play, she turned to the covers and saw the very light squirming of her brother. It was only a matter of time before he’d pass out again. Rachel smiled, satisfied with the day’s work. She knew her brother would just be waking on-and-off, only to inhale more of her pungent fumes, him weak and unable to escape. Fortunately, she didn’t feel like she had to shit. It was all dry and brassy farts from here on out. Her brother’s air would be nearly 100% fart, raunchy and blistering. She thought what better way for the night to end than for her bro to be trapped in her makeshift, potentially lethal, gas chamber. She scrunched her face in momentary concentration.
POOOOOOMMMMMMPPPPPFFFFFFFF
Rachel felt Matt’s small jolt as he got blasted, which then settled quickly. He was still breathing.
“Ahhh.” Rachel’s smiling face fell into her hand, and she started to daze off to her show. “Just… perfect.”