Bad Apple
by QicenoQ

SEGMENT I - Sibling Teasing

“Can I get two number 3’s with medium fries & a medium sprite?” I asked through the speaker.

The line ahead of me was only barely shorter than the line behind me, making me sigh as I lounged behind my wheel. Despite how uneventful school was today, this somehow bored me more.

“... Can I get you anything else?” The guy on the other side responded after several seconds.

“That’ll be all.”

“... $14.99.”

“Thanks.” I responded, groaning as I wasn’t directed to move forward. I could feel the annoyance from the car ahead of me, as the truck ahead of it had a massive arm hanging out of its window. Whoever that driver was decided to go large.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I waited, and noticed a notification from my mother’s facebook. With nothing better to do, I opened it.
I was surprised when I saw that she changed her profile pic from 6 years ago. Upon opening it though, my curiosity soon turned to mild irritation.

It was the picture taken when we were in New York last year, and it was one that I wasn’t very fond of; Elissa, my mother, stood in the middle, hugging both me & my sister Faithe from the sides as we stood by the East River.
I hated that picture for one specific reason; despite wearing a bulky hoodie & cargo pants, I still looked scrawny next to the girls. That photo alone made me wonder if we were even related. Both the girls are short & curvy blondes, with Faithe being taller & slimmer than our mom. Aside from that, and my mom’s much shorter hairstyle, the two were practically identical.
Meanwhile, I’m just some tall stringbean with brown hair; something my father bestowed onto me before leaving.

I shook my head as I looked up. Coincidentally, the cars ahead of me began to excel, prompting me to pull ahead as well.

I finally pulled out of the drive-thru line & cruised down the road. As I unwrapped my burger, a satisfied grin formed on my face.
Aside from the boring bits, this was a perfect afternoon. The weather was crisp, the sun shined, and whatever clouds were in the sky only complimented the scenery. My speaker played its usual track, and I could feel the uneventful parts of today wash out of mind.

The only thing that would make the rest of the day perfect is if I was the only one at home tonight, and I definitely wasn’t hung up on my chances.
I was the only one at my house without a job since my mother decided that I should prioritize my final year of highschool. While her & my sister worked, I basically had free reign during the weekdays.

I began to pull into the driveway & looked to see the spots usually occupied by their cars. My mother’s minivan was missing, as it usually was during the week.
Upon seeing my sister’s car however, a hefty groan left my mouth.

We didn’t really get along, and not in the older sister/younger brother sort of way either. It felt more like we were roommates that had to live with each other.
To be fair, the combination of my mom ‘spoiling’ me & me poking fun at her probably didn’t help.

The music stopped as I exited the car, the sound being replaced by the gravel crunching under my foot. I grabbed my bag of food & closed the door behind me, leaving the empty cup in its cup holder.

The familiar scent of air freshener wafted around my head as I walked inside, the strength of it making me wince slightly. We were weeks off from the Autumnal season, yet the smell of cinnamon in the air would convince anyone otherwise.

As I slowly moseyed down the dark hallway to my bedroom, I noticed my sister's door was open. She usually had her lights off when she was out, so seeing them turned on made me raise an eyebrow. She was pretty huge on conserving electricity & would bicker at me if I ever walked out of a room without flipping the switch.
Curiously, I poked my head around the doorway & peered inside.

Faithe had her back turned to the door as she laid on her side, completely oblivious to my presence. She was still wearing the jeans & white polo from work, while her shoes were kicked off on the ground. The messy bun on her head stared back at me.

A grin formed as I wondered how badly I could startle her, and I quietly took a deep breath as I prepared to yell.
As I did however, a peculiar noise made my eyes widen.


Bbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt…


A trumpeting sound filled the bedroom and continued for nearly 6 seconds. A slow, satisfied hum left her mouth as she curled her legs up, squirming into her bed comfortably.
The urge to laugh was impossible to restrain, and a sound reminiscent of her emission blew through my sealed lips. As she looked over her shoulder, the horrified look on her face broke me.
I cackled uncontrollably as she glared at me.

“W-What the fuck, dude! What?!” She responded before sitting up in her bed. Meanwhile, I couldn’t even get a breath in to speak.
“Ugh- You’re such a man-child! Get lost!.”

“B-But- But your door was open! H-How did you not hear me?” I barely responded. Faithe then groaned loudly as my laughter began to wane, letting me catch my breath.
“God damn… d-did you not hear the front door close?”

“GET THE FUCK OUT.” She yelled from her bed, only making me laugh again. “Ugh- you’re such a shithead.”

“W-Well stop saying ‘get out’ then! I’m not even in your room!~” I replied with a grin. Faithe began to seethe as she averted her gaze.
“I love this hallway! It’s like a home to me. What’re you gonna do about it anyway, stinky?”

Faithe then turned back to me with a particularly bothered expression; one that was so different that it waned my grin. She still looked angry, but she wasn’t frowning.
Before I could react, she slid out of bed and walked to the door. It was slightly amusing seeing her this riled up, but I still backed away as she swiftly approached me.
Despite being taller than her by a few inches, I couldn’t deny that she was pretty intimidating right now.

“You wanna say that again?” She remarked, crossing her arms as she leered up at me. I could only stare down at her, awkwardly grinning.
“You talk all that shit, but freeze up when someone responds. I fucking dare you to say that again.”

“...” I stayed quiet as she stared into my eyes, and remained frozen as she seemingly waited for me to say something. Eventually, a quiet laugh huffed through my nose.
“... You ain’t gonna hit me.”

Faithe’s eyes widened as I said that, and a smirk eventually formed on her face. Somehow, that prompted me to stop grinning.
“I don’t need to hit you. I’m stronger than you. I’ll have you crying like the little bitch that you are.”

“... Pfft.”

It seemed like my retort didn’t settle well. Before I knew it, Faithe had her arm around the back of my neck. By the time I tried to move, it was too late.
I thrashed as she gripped my head with surprising strength, putting me in a headlock. I could feel her breath hitting my ear as I tried to pry her arm away.

“Umph- See? G-Got you, dork. Y’wanna tap out?”

“F-Fuck you-” I responded with a thin breath. In a desperate move, I kicked the frame around my mothers bedroom door hard enough to send both of us careening to the ground.
We both toppled into Faithe’s room, yet she somehow didn’t let go of me; instead, the sound of her giggling made me growl.

“Wow, n-nice escape!” She remarked as she wrestled me. I began to writhe as I felt her leg slide over mine, pulling me into a hug from behind.
“Ugh- If you wanna get away so b-bad-... just SAY SORRY.”

“Mmmph-” I could feel my lungs seizing as she hugged me tightly, but one more idea popped into my head; one that even I felt dirty for using.

*Ptoo*

“Wha- EW!” Faithe let go as I spat on her arm, allowing me to catch a breath. I gulped down as much air as I could while she wiped her arm on my shirt.
“Are you fucking serious?! You’re such a sleazeball! Why do you even bother being an asshole if you’re this pathetic?!”

“Ugh- You fucking CHOKED me!” I replied with a hoarse throat. “I couldn’t talk even if I wanted to, fatass!”

I continued to gasp for air greedily, ignoring her while I recovered. Somehow, it didn’t click how bad of an idea that was.
Faithe once again tackled me, this time sitting on my chest with enough force to make me wheeze. I groaned as I fruitlessly tried to buck her off, yet I was in such a pitiful state that she had me at her mercy.
I looked up at her & was met by her gaze.

“Mph- Get off, Faithe!” I whined before squirming again. My sister only stared down at my pathetic display.

To my fear, her butt slowly slid toward my head. I protested by thrashing, but she retaliated by grabbing my legs. She hugged my shins tightly as her jean-clad ass slid down onto my neck.
My breathing grew labored as I stared up her back, unable to move from her grip. My arms were pinned under her thick legs while my legs were constricted by her arms, and her buttcrack nestled against my chin uncomfortably.

“G-Get off! I’m done, Faithe! Please-” I pleaded. She looked over her shoulder & into my desperate eyes again.

“Nope. Don’t think I will.” She answered. “Since you wanna be such a disrespectful asshole, it serves you right that I treat you as such.”

I balled my fists as my struggling grew weaker, and I was eventually forced to accept my defeat. All I could do from my position was breathe. And something I noticed straight away was how difficult that was; both from her weight on my neck, and every whiff I took in reeked of her posterior.

“Ugh- Your ass fucking stinks…” I groaned, wincing as the earthy odor plagued my nostrils.
“F-Faithe, I’m sorry. Please let me go-”


Ggrrrpt


I was then interrupted mid-plea by a gulpy fart booming from my sister’s butt. My eyes shot wide open as my chin grew disturbingly warm, making Faithe laugh above.

“O-Oh my god! I bet that one stinks!~” She taunted.
And unsurprisingly, it did. The strong, meaty stench that began to infest my nose made me jerk my head to the side & cough. Faithe’s laughter ramped up as she heard my disgusted reaction.
“Well, have fun with that.”

Faithe then leaned forward, continuing to hug my legs tightly. One of her arms let go, yet I knew not to fight her; her butt was still inches away from my head.
The familiar sound of crumpling paper made me look up, and I noticed her picking the bag of fast food I had bought off her floor.

“Oooh, still pretty heavy. I guess you won’t mind me eating it all, right?” She pitched, opening the bag before I could speak. The answer was obvious anyway, but it was still disheartening watching her pull my second burger out of the bag.
“Mmm, bacon burger. And fries? Yum! Thanks so much!”

I writhed again at her statement, only to be ignored once more. As she unwrapped the burger, I made sure to keep my head angled to the side as hard as I could. That fart from earlier had deteriorated enough to let me breathe sparingly.
“Ugh- Faithe, please… You’re gonna make me sick…”

“Yeah, I bet I will.” She said before laying the wrapper on the ground, setting the fries next to it.
She hugged my leg with one arm as she ate my burger, rhythmically humming as she savored a few bites. She then sat it back down on the wrapper before hugging my leg again, scooting back once more.

I then realized a massive mistake I had made; my chin stopped her from moving back further before, but me turning my head let her slide all the way back. The warm denim rubbed against my face, and I whimpered loudly.

“Oh- You turned your head.” She remarked. “How’d that work for you? How does my fat ass feel on your face?”

“The fuck do you think-” I growled back.

Faithe chuckled at my apparent fear of her, before removing her arm from my legs again. I heard the fries rustling in the paper cup as she grabbed a small handful, casually eating them while using my head as a seat.
She then sat up a bit, alleviating the pressure on my jaw significantly. Her arm then reared back and, to my horror, the feeling of something gripping my hair made me jolt.
I groaned with pain as she jerked a handful of it to the side and cooperated without thinking, turning my head to face her again, where she then dropped.

I yelled hard as my face was smashed by her backside; her fleshy cheeks were packed so tightly into her jeans that it felt like a solid, smelly mass crushing my face.
I instinctively jerked around to escape her, but she hugged my legs again before I could try. I was locked in place once again, but now my nose pressed directly against her crack. Not only could I hardly breathe at all from the pressure, but a permanent smell of ass continuously flooded into my unwilling nose.
I couldn’t see her face from this angle; the only thing I could see past her jeans was her messy bun poking out above it. I could only silently beg her to not fart again.


Pffrrrrt


Faithe showed me no mercy once she had me where she wanted me. The stench was automatically way more revolting as it puffed straight into my nostrils, permeating both my nose & mouth as her weight kept me locked down.

I screamed harshly before thrashing again, once again to no avail. My sister seemingly broke no sweat at all when restraining me, but that didn’t stop me from trying to fight away. That fart was bad.

“Chill. That one wasn’t nearly as bad as some of my other ones.” She remarked over her shoulder, continuing to restrain me in her torture-chamber. My now-sore body forced me to stop bucking eventually.
“Gosh, are my farts really that toxic? I guess I can just do this when you wanna be a prick then. Do you wanna do that from now on?”

“Nmmh!” I denied loudly, trying to shake my head to no avail. Faithe snickered above as she demeaned me.

“Are you sure? Does that mean you’ll be a good little brother & treat me with some respect? Because I have no problem doing this again.”

“Nmh- Plms…”

“Well… I guess I believe you. But you still kinda hurt my feelings, dude. I’ll un-ground you when I’m done eating.”

I weakly groaned in response, fighting the urge to protest. It was infuriating that she got my hopes up like that only to shoot me down. But I wasn’t dumb enough to vocalize that. Not with my face still shoved against her butt.


Faithe continued to eat as she used me as a chair, switching between scrolling through her phone & taking an occasional bite. It was quiet for a bit, and all I had to worry about was getting a breath during that time.
Eventually though, the sound of her stomach gurgling surprised both of us. She looked over her shoulder again, silently warning me of what was to come.


Bbrrrrpt


I jolted again as another meaty blast struck my face. I tried to turn my head again but it once again proved useless. Faithe continued to ignore my disgust, instead keeping me still as she pumped her gas down my nose.


Brrrr- Prpppppp…


A barrage of poppers made me hack loudly, and I clenched my eyes shut as I attempted to bear it. The stench was overbearing however, and I frantically attempted to jerk my head out of her ass.
Thankfully, it seemed Faithe also knew how torturous that one was. She lifted herself off of me, allowing me to turn & cough the stench out of my lungs.

“Phew… Now I remember why I stopped getting that burger.” She commented, letting go of my legs as well. A wave of relief hit my back as I laid flat on the floor.
“Are you gonna be good from now on? Do I need to keep doing this?”

“Ugh- No, Faithe…” I defeatedly answered. “I-I’m sorry- really…”

“... Okay, I believe you.”

Faithe finally slid off before grabbing my bag of food, then stood up as I feebly laid on her floor. I gulped air for a while as she stared down at me, admiring the damage she had dealt.

As I began to get up, the sound of gravel popping outside got our attention.

“Mom’s home early.” Faithe remarked, sliding back onto her bed. As I walked out of the room, the sound of my sister dumping my fries into her mouth made me sigh under my breath.


…


My hair was still wet from the shower as I ate at the dinner table, surrounded by Faithe & my mom. Like my sister, mom was still wearing her work clothes; the same brand of skinny jeans, but a black polo to contrast Faithe's plain white shirt.
I was the only one wearing a different pair of clothes since that morning.

“... Baby, weren’t you wearing something else when you left this morning?” My mom asked.
“Did you not like those clothes or something?”

“Nah, I-” I froze up as I wondered how to continue. Mom looked up from her plate as I abruptly stopped.

“... He tripped & dumped milk all over himself.” Faithe then chimed in, kicking my leg under the table. “He told me not to tell you because he was embarrassed.”

“... Yeah.” I added. Mom’s eyebrows shot up before she shook her head.


Dinner was pretty quiet, as it usually was. But the tension between me & Faithe had grown from our prior altercation, and we would occasionally catch each other glancing at one another.
I would sometimes look over to her as I ate; the thought of what she’d done to me earlier plagued my mind. Meanwhile, she would look at me with a mild smirk.
I could see it in her eyes; she was proud.



SEGMENT II - Report Card


While I would usually stop off at my usual fast food spot after school, today was much different; report card day.

Rain hit my windshield as I zoomed home at a barely legal pace in an attempt to get the mail first. Since it was Friday, Faithe & mom would be home from work sooner than usual.
A vague threat my mom had made to me last year stuck with me especially hard today;

“These grades aren’t going to fly anymore. Anything lower than a B, and you’re done.”

… My grades were all lower than B’s.

It wasn’t just mom that scared me though. Since that day Faithe got back at me for pestering her, being around her was difficult. A constant feeling of pride radiated from her when we were around each other.
It was evident that my sister now felt powerful after humiliating me; something I knew she would be ecstatic to abuse if given the chance.

I pulled into the driveway again after a hasty drive. Mom’s minivan was gone thankfully, but my heart sank as I noticed Faithe's car sitting in its usual spot.

“No no no…” I repeated to myself as I slid out of the driver's seat, rushing over to the mailbox through the rain as my car continued running. I frantically opened the door to it & peered inside, only to be met with a gut wrenching sight; emptiness.
I looked back up to the house & felt like screaming. Faithe had the mail.

As I pulled back up to the house & parked in my spot, I began to rehearse what I would say to her. Asking nicely for the mail would be too suspicious, as would being a jerk about it.
Begrudgingly, I slid back out of the driver’s seat & walked up to the front door. As I opened it & walked inside, my stomach growled & added to my already-present nausea.

“... Faithe?” I called, walking out of the cinnamon scented living room again..
I made my way down the hall & noticed her bedroom door open. I approached & peered inside, only to not see her at all. Despite that, her lights were still on.
“... Faithe? Are you here?” I yelled down the hallway, but to no avail. The house was silent.

I turned back to my sister's empty bedroom out of curiosity, where I noticed something; a lone envelope with a torn top, along with a folded piece of paper next to it. My heart sank as I realized that it was my report card.
Without a second thought, I walked into my sister’s room & approached her bed. As I reached for the paper, a booming slam made me jump.

I turned around to see Faithe guarding a now-shut door, wearing the same loose T-shirt & pair of purple leggings that she put on yesterday night.

“Gotcha.” She hissed smugly. I grew tense as she crossed her arms, trapping me with her.
“So, report card day. That’s why you’re home so early, right?”

“Ugh… F-Faithe-”

“Don’t even.” She cut me off, now scowling at me. “Mom told you not to get lower than a B, yet you’re bombing half your classes. And the other half are C’s.”

“Ugh- It’s not that bad…” I answered as I reached for the paper off her bed. Faithe’s smile tapered as she walked away from her door, approaching me in a familiarly-speedy manner.
My sister tackled me to her bed before I could react. I was too shaken to fight her off.
“Faithe- Get off!”

My plea fell on deaf ears & I could only writhe as she straddled me, pinning my arms against her mattress effortlessly. I tried to kick her off from behind in desperation, but her posterior had my thighs pinned as well.
All I could do was burn my energy or submit, and I begrudgingly went with the former.

“Mph- Done already?” She asked rhetorically, then slid up onto my stomach.
“Good. I mean- it’s not like giving up would’ve gotten you off the hook anyway.”

“W-What are you gonna do?” I asked anxiously, only to be met with silence. Her skeptical expression answered my question though.
“... Y-You almost made me sick last time!”

“Well, tough shit.” She growled. “Mom isn’t the only one that cares about your grades, and these grades are awful. Genuinely awful.”

“T-This isn’t fair! Lemme go, please!” I yelped, only to be ignored by my big sister.
I squirmed as she then slid up my chest, then straightened her legs. As her feet sat on either side of my head, a sudden wave of pressure smashed my ribs & made me groan with pain.
My squirming turned to desperate thrashing as she sat full-weight on my chest, crushing my lungs with her weight. She kept her grip on my wrists as she continued shuffling forward, grinding her legging-clad posterior on my ribs.

I exhaustedly looked back up at her & shuddered as she looked back down at me; her head barely peeking above her bosom. Meanwhile, her butt aimed straight at my face.
I was mildly relieved to see her stop; her sitting on my face was a traumatic experience alone. But seeing her reach for a blanket & pillow from the head of her bed made my heart race.
Frantic, I tried to shove her off with my now-free arms; but she didn’t budge. Instead, my sister only laughed at my weak attempt before continuing her takeover.

“I got a sushi tray on the way home. Sorry in advance, lil’ bro.” She evilly remarked while she began to unravel her blanket. I shifted uncomfortably as her butt pressed me into the mattress.
“Mom gets home in a few hours. How long do you think you’ll last before breaking down?”

“F-Faithe, please just let me go…” I once again tried to negotiate with her, but she ignored me as she unraveled her messy blanket. I felt like crying as I laid pinned under my sister.
“... I-I’m sorry! Please just get off! I’ll do better, I swear!”

“Sure you will! And this’ll be your incentive!” She responded, eventually casting the blanket over her head. My breathing grew panicked as it slowly covered her legs. My surroundings grew darker, with only a bit of light shining through the thin cover.
The stuffiness also amplified. Every breath I took was warm & musky due to her ass sitting less-than a foot away from my face. It didn’t help that getting a breath was already hard enough with her 60+ lbs weight advantage entirely on my torso.

I turned my head to the side in a fruitless, fearful attempt to save myself from the dutch-oven. Meanwhile, she continued to make herself comfortable; her pillow slowly pressed down on my crotch as she leaned back & laid down on my body.
I could only submit under her unforgiving weight; something I hoped I would never do again.

I shuddered as her stomach began to growl; the gurgly, bassy noise rattled the stuffy space under the blanket.

“Oooh, the sushi wants out now…” Her statement made me writhe as I tried to prepare myself for the first fart in my personal torture-chamber.


Ppfffffffrrrrrrrrr… Pfffffrrrrrbbt… Brrt


“UGH- FUCK…” My sister moaned as a couple of long, airy farts erupted from her bowels, ending with a bassy pop afterward. The sound of it alone was bad enough, but the heat that enveloped my headspace was even scarier.
I thankfully took a short breath of ‘fresh’ air before it could reach my face, but I was still trapped with one god-awful fart.
“God that felt so fucking good. How is it down there?~”

“Nmph-” I weakly groaned, trying not to open my mouth. I knew from how hot it was that it would smell awful when I lost the last fresh breath I had in my lungs.
My sister laughed again at my strategy before continuing.

“Hehe- You think that’ll work. Y’know you’ll be down there for a while, right?”

“Mph-” I hummed back, making her giggle some more.

“Aww, such a trooper!” Her taunting barely crossed my mind; I was too focused on keeping my one untainted breath.
Her stomach then growled again. Somehow, after that first nuclear bomb of a fart, she had more in the chamber. I balled my fists, knowing how hopeless I currently was.
“Y’know what? I’ll save that fart for later.~”

My sister was being evil. Lounging on my body with all her weight was one thing, but saving her gas for me to breathe? She was torturing me, over a bad report card.

Her stomach continued gurgling as I managed to hold my breath for several more seconds. Eventually though, my lungs began to hurt & my mind grew fuzzy. Even if fainting was preferable to my sister’s dutch-oven, I defeatedly exhaled.

The first breath I took after nearly 2 minutes was unsurprisingly bad. I knew her gas had grown stale overtime, yet whatever air that was under her blanket became tainted with a meaty miasma, making my face screw up.
I stayed as quiet as I could, yet even with Faithe’s phone-speakers blaring audio, it seemed she caught on.


Ppfffffffffrrrrrrrrrr…


Another airy fart simmered from her crack, once again heating up my breathing-space. This time however, I had no choice but to experience her torture.
I began to cough hard, helplessly sucking more of her fetid emission into my already-damaged lungs. Meanwhile, Faithe laughed at my pained disgust.

“HA! I know that one was bad, hehe!” My sister’s amusement in my suffering barely scratched the surface of my current distress.
“Can you tell what I ate? Take a deep whiff and tell me what kind of fish it was, dork.~”

I shook my head repeatedly in a fruitless attempt to escape her gas cloud. I was already exhausted from wrestling her earlier, but in a last ditch effort, I put my hands on her hips & tried to push her off.


Bbbbrrrrrrrrpt!


A bassy fart then exploded from her ass, followed by her grabbing my wrists. I jerked my head to the side again, while she cackled at my escape attempt.
“Nice going! Bahahaha!-”

The refreshed stench of rotting meat & spices wafted into my nose, and I dry-heaved loudly. Despite having eaten nothing all day, my turning stomach & thin saliva made me wonder if I was going to get sick.
Despite that possibility, it seemed Faithe didn’t care; she was too focused on dragging my ‘punishment’ along, and had a lot of fun doing it.


“FAITHE!”
Suddenly, a booming female voice made both of us jump. My eyes widened as the sound of my mom’s yelling filled the room, deafening the cacophony created by my sister.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO YOUR BROTHER?!”

“M-Mom?!” Faithe frantically responded, then finally slid off of me.

As the blanket was dragged with her, I finally took a deep breath of the sweet, cool, fresh air that she was hogging up.
I looked up to see my mom staring down at me with widened eyes; a look of horror on her face.

“... W-What the fuck were you two doing?!” Mom asked again. As much as I wanted to express my hatred for my sister at that moment, I was instead plagued by a realization; I was caught.
The sound of crinkling paper made me turn my head. Even through teary eyes, I knew what she was holding up.

Mom then approached the bed. As Faithe handed her the paper, the horrified look on her face turned to one of pure anger. My heart sank as both of them turned back to me; my sister looked much happier than my mom.
“Young man? What is this?”

“... It’s… It’s uhm…”

“That’s a list of classes he’ll be taking over next year.” Faithe finished. As my mom looked back down at the paper, Faithe scooted towards me again.
“And I was punishing him in the best way I know how.”

“... B-By farting on him?” Mom asked, getting a nod back from her. Faithe then grabbed my wrist tightly, but I felt way too helpless to fight back.
“... Oh my god…”

“I know, mom…” Faithe responded with a sympathetic tone. “I agree that it’s kinda gross, but-”

“KINDA?” Mom interjected. “T-That’s disgusting, Faithe! That’s-... oh my god- Oh my god!”

“Well, it’s better than what you’re doing!” Faithe then responded. I turned back to mom, who was finally silenced by that remark.
“... He’s only ever gotten away with shit, mom. He’s 18 and barely passes his fucking classes. He walks all over us; us, including his teachers. And honestly? He’ll do it again when he repeats his senior year.”

“N-No I won’t-”

“Quiet.” Faithe growled at me, prompting me to shut up. She still kept her grip on my arm as our mom looked back down at the report card.
“He’s never been punished, mom.”

“... Well, there’s no way that works though, Faithe…”

“Oh yeah?” My sister asked, finally turning back to me. Her eyes meeting mine made a shiver run down my back for the first time.
“Tell me; after 5 minutes in the dutch-oven, if I let you go right now, will you get your grades up before the end of the year?”

“Y-Yes! I promise!” I insisted with high hopes, glancing at Faithe’s now-open door for a bit. I wanted nothing more than to leave.
Her grip remained on my arm however, and upon turning back, her smug grin made my heart sink. Faithe then turned back to mom & bumped her eyebrows, while mom sucked her own teeth in.
“... I will! Mom, you can’t be serious! Please!”

“Mhm…” Mom pitched while Faithe snickered. In no time, the girls were both against me.
“You said ‘five minutes’, right Faithe? And you have him this afraid of you?”

“Sushi.~” Faithe chimed gleefully, making mom nod.
At that moment, we are all surprised at a deep purring noise emanating from mom; a familiar stomach-growl that Faithe seemingly inherited.
“... Mom?”

“... Ugh- God…” Mom winced. “Joslyn made taco salad when we had lunch. She loaded it with jalapenos, and I don’t even like spice.”

“Oooh, but was it good?” Faithe responded. The two casually conversed, as if I wasn’t even there.

“... It’s amazing… but it’s been tearing my stomach up.” Mom responded.
Faithe laughed again, then turned back to me. Seeing her glare out of the corner of her eye made me shudder again. I’ve never felt so powerless around someone.
She then turned back to mom with an eager look on her face. A knot formed in my stomach as I turned to my mom as well.
“... Should I?”

“I’ll hold him down for you!” Faithe gleefully added.

As mom slowly approached & my sister put a hand on my shoulder, a rush of dread shot through my body. I frantically slid off the bed and tried to run, but was instantly pulled back onto the mattress by Faithe. She grabbed both of my wrists and once again had me pinned on my back.

“P-Please get the fuck off! I don’t wanna do this!” I pleaded as I tried to fight her off. While Faithe laughed, mom’s disheartening eye-roll was gut-wrenching.
“T-This is fucked up!”

“Don’t tell me about ‘fucked up’, young man.” She sternly remarked as Faithe straddled me again. My head hung off the edge of the bed, and mom stepped toward me. Her also looming over me added to my already ever-present helplessness.
“You said you had A’s & B’s every time I asked about your grades. You lied to your mother, kiddo.”

“And I won’t do it again!” I responded, making the girls collectively scoff.

Mom then turned around, presenting her jean-clad backside & filling my horrified vision. At the same time, Faithe slid up on my torso again, sitting on my stomach.
My mom’s ass stood nearly a foot away from my head, prompting me to turn away again.

“Ah-ah, face forward.” Faithe commanded. Even with her squeezing my wrists tightly, I refused to obey her.

“You heard her, young man.” Mom commanded as well. “Or do I need to sit on you as well?”

“Oooh, you wanna do that again?~” Faithe chimed, making Mom glare at her over her shoulder.
“... He was being rude as fuck for no reason, mom. Besides, you’re the one who made the threat just now.”

“... Ugh…” Mom shook her head. “Fine. Hold his head for me, Faithe.”

“N-NO!” I yelled as my sister scooted up onto my chest, trapping my arms under her legs. As her hands gripped my jaw, she slowly pulled my face forward again.
Before I could scream again, the warm mass of dense, coarse denim crashed into my face. Contradicting her prior attitude, mom began to laugh as she smothered me.

“Take a deep breath.” She remarked over her shoulder. Faithe took an audible inhale, rubbing salt in my future scar.


Bbbbrrrrrrrrrbbppppffffft!


A long, bubbly fart soon enveloped my face. Amidst my anxious writhing, I was unlucky enough to catch a breath of it straight from her crack.

As the beany, spicy stench of digested taco meat flooded the area my mom had pressed against my face, I tensed up harshly before bucking. My sister stayed firmly seated on me however, and I only managed to break my head away from her grip.

Faithe began to laugh at my pained, disgusted fit of coughs, while our mom only scoffed as she sat on the side of my head. Even if the pressure was painful, I was lucky enough gulping down the fresh air to replace the rotten fart ripped on my face.

“Ahhh- I think that’s the one that was bothering me.” Mom commented, still leaning back on my head.
“This is what I think of your grades, mister. And I think we’ll be doing this more tomorrow as punishment.”

“Oooh- Can I help, mom?” Faithe asked with a bubbly, smug tone. “I’ll be off all weekend!”

“Well yes you can!” Mom answered. “Oh, I got another one. Grab his head again, sweetie.”

“Yay!~” My sister cheered before grabbing my head again.

I weakly cried as I was once again forced to face forward, being drowned by my mother’s jean-clad posterior again. All I could do under the girls’ power was anxiously await another raunchy fart, with every breath I could draw being filtered through digested meat-scented denim.


Gggrrrrrrpt- bbbrrrt!


“MMPH! NNMPH-” I screamed, being smothered by an awful duo of wet farts.
I jerked my arms to the side and attempted to buck Faithe off once again; like last time, only my head was freed. Yet even with being exposed to fresh air, the assault from my mother’s bowels left me too sickened to breathe. I could only gag, and continued as the girls’ relished in my suffering.

“Jeez, mom. That one was worse…” Faithe commented with a nasally voice as she pinched her nose. Our mother laughed, then laughed harder as her daughter began to cough.

She finally stepped away from the bed as my sister & I were left affected by her war-crime of a fart. Even Faithe, who was more on-board with gassing me out between the girls, had to slide off of me & run to the door.

“Oh good lord, Faithe!” Mom called to my sister, who had evacuated her own bedroom. She scoffed before looking back down at me, approaching as I finally managed to stifle my gagging.
“*snnf*- Oh- God, that’s actually really bad...”

“Ugh- M-Mom, please don’t a-actually do this tomorrow…” I protested again. Similarly, I was met by a scoff.

“I already made up my mind. First thing after dinner, we’re going to talk about this.” My mother stated. Adding to the gloomy vibe in the quiet room, the sound of thunder rolling outside rattled the house slightly.
“Keys, young man. Now.”

I defeatedly groaned as I slid my hand into my pocket & pulled my keychain out, basically handing her my vehicle.
As she slid them into her pocket, she pointed to the door & snapped her fingers.
“March. I’ll call you for dinner.”


…


The girls’ glared at me from their usual seats as we sat awkwardly at the dinner table. My mother had the same pissed expression from earlier, contradicting Faithe’s eagerness.
Despite spaghetti, the household favorite, being plated up in front of us, nobody was eating.

“Three F’s.” Mom announced, making Faithe shake her head & sigh. Their comradery bothered me after having experienced both of their torture today.
“Not even one B or higher. And you have P.E? All you have to do is be there.”

“I know…” I responded under my breath. The girls sighed collectively, then Faithe turned to me.

“Like… you already lost half of the school-year just messing around, dude. Spring Break is two weeks away.” She pitched in. I only silently nodded back as she turned back to our mother.
“Okay, so me & him will go over some of the notes for his classes tomorrow. I still have mine from school.”

“Good.” Mom replied to her before turning back to me. “Better have your thinking-cap on tomorrow, sir. I think you already know what we’re gonna do if you don’t.”

“Okay…” I tiredly responded, feeling drearier as rain hit our roof. It was dark outside now, yet I could practically see the solid wall of falling raindrops.
“... If I do good tomorrow, can we skip the punishment part?”

“Why? Scared of it?” Faithe chipped with a smirk, only to be tapped on the arm by our mother’s dolled-up nails.
“Ow…”

“If you do good. No attitude, stay focused on those notes, and raise your grades.” Mom responded, filling me with a little hope. I was too exhausted to negotiate further than that, knowing my track-record of failed attempts.
“Let’s eat. I know I’m beat, so we should all be up early tomorrow.”


As the girls feasted, I now felt too bushed to match their appetite. The combination of nauseous smells & the consequences of my slacking finally caught up with me.
To say that combination was sucky to experience would be an understatement.



SEGMENT THREE - The Quiz


I tiredly sat at the dining room table after a rough, paranoia-ridden night of sleep. The events from last night stuck with me, but I managed to get a solid 6 hours of sleep thanks to the rain.

A plate of toast & eggs sat next to a glass of orange juice. My mother had made it before going to the living room & watching the news, wearing her usual pair of beige cotton pajamas as she sipped coffee.
Meanwhile, Faithe sat next to me in her pajamas as well; being a pair of plaid shorts & tank-top, covered by a bathrobe. Her messy bun was still up, now messier than it was last night.

Upon finishing my breakfast, Faithe moved the plate & empty glass away from me before replacing it with her old Algebra notebook. She scrolled through her phone for a bit, then looked up at me.
“You actually had some pretty decent grades before Christmas break. You basically understand everything you need for it; unless you cheated.”

“I didn’t.” I replied. She looked up at me with a skeptical expression.
“Mr. Henderson cared more about finding people with a phone than he did about actually working. I never even brought mine to class. All I could do in there was pay attention before he left.”

“Thank God that was only a few weeks ago then…” Faithe commented, getting a nod back from me.
“Read through those notes & ask me any questions you have. Then you’ll take a quiz when you’re finished.”

I nodded as I opened the notebook, but my eyes widened as I processed her statement for a bit. Our dinner discussion from last night replayed in my mind; if I do bad on this quiz, they would punish me again.
With a hefty, shaky breath, I began reading over the notes.


…


After half an hour of reading notes, I went into this quiz with a mild burst of confidence. I felt like I was blitzing through the questions picked by my sister. I only had 10 on the paper, and I was already on my last one.

She looked up from her phone as I slid the paper to her. With a skeptical expression, she grabbed it before shaking her head.

“I just gave this to you.” She remarked. I rolled my eyes as I let her check my answers. The sound of the couch creaking made me look over my shoulder, only for my sister’s voice to pull me back.
“... Yeah, shocker… You failed.”

“W-What?” I responded. She slid it back to me before grabbing the notebook, flipping to the chapter I had just read. Faithe then looked up at me with a familiar smugness, while our mom walked into the kitchen.
“... There’s no way.”

“Sure there is. You didn’t read it carefully.” She remarked. I shook my head as she slid the book back to me.
“You’re starting the day off kinda rough.”

“How many did he get right?” Mom asked, stepping behind my chair. Faithe only shook her head before sliding the paper back to me. As Mom grabbed it, I began to tense up in my chair.
“... Only 2 of these are correct! Are you trying to get punished?”

“No…” I answered with renewed fear. “Look- can I just retake it? I’ll read over it again…”

“You’re definitely going to retake it. Right now though, you’re being disciplined for clearly not trying.” Mom growled at me, then grabbed my forearm. Faithe also joined in, sliding out of her seat to grab my other arm.

“L-Let go!” I frantically yelled, then attempted to jerk my arms out of their grasp. That only caused the girls to squeeze tighter, and made Faithe giggle. As they pulled me out of my seat, I began to panic.
“M-Mom please don’t do this! I promise I’ll pass it if I take it again! You’ll make me sick!”

“Let’s hope that doesn’t happen then.” Mom dishearteningly chimed, making my sister laugh as they led me to the couch.
I felt like crying as they pushed me onto my back. Mom turned her back to me & revealed her wide posterior, making my stomach turn as I noticed the wedgie in her pajama bottoms. She then lowered herself down onto my chest, slowly pressing me into the couch until I was totally at her mercy.
“Hey Faithe, in case he does get sick, there should be some duct-tape in the kitchen drawer. We’ll probably need the whole roll today, if that quiz is anything to go by.”

“Yep.~” Faithe concluded, blissfully ignoring my writhing as my mom sat on my torso.

“D-Don’t do it, mom…” I refused to accept my fate, even if it was entirely at the girls’ hands. She only looked down at my eyes, which were barely a foot away from her thigh.
“I’m sorry for failing, but this is torture!”

“I don’t enjoy seeing you in pain, so it’s not torture. I’m disciplining you.” She responded. The sounds of rustling from the kitchen was followed by a drawer closing, making her look back at the doorway. Faithe walked back in the living room holding a full roll of duct tape.
“Oh, that’s plenty..”

Faithe gleefully ripped a strip off the roll as she walked toward the couch. This was the 3rd day this week my sister had loomed over me, except now my mother was helping her with that.
“Mouth? Maybe legs?”

“Mouth. If not, I’m gonna have a barf-stain on these pants.” Mom replied, slapping her thigh. Seeing her side ripple made me whine.
Faithe’s sadistic grin continued to stress me out. I gave up on fighting at this point & let her press the tape over my mouth.
“Do you wanna sit on his legs? If not, you can tape them up too.”
“Oh, I was gonna eat.” Faithe answered before ripping a long strip of tape off the roll.
“I’m hungry. Aren’t you?”

“... Sure. I can eat.” Mom casually conversed as she sat on my chest. “You’ll have plenty of time to cook anyway. I was thinking; 1 minute for every question he missed sounds good.”

“Mmph! Mmphh…” Hearing that made me cry through my tape. My punishment hadn’t even started, yet her words were enough to terrify me.

“Ooh, 18 minutes? After that cup of coffee?” Faithe evilly taunted as she taped my legs together. I felt pathetic letting her do it, but mom’s weight didn’t leave me with much choice.

Faithe walked back into the kitchen, leaving me alone with our mom. My arms were still free, but undeniably useless.
Mom stood up again, letting me take a deep breath after minutes of her crushing weight on my ribs. But that didn’t last forever; one step to the side, and now her butt was above my head. She reared back & plucked the wedgie out from her crack, accidentally flashing her tramp-stamp.
That tattoo was the last thing I saw before she lowered herself again. I hesitated to fully submit though, and turned my head to the side. Her weight slowly exerted itself on my jaw, making me ball my fists as the pain setted in.
Thankfully, mom stood back up. Unfortunately, she knew what I had done.

“Young man, I can & will double your time. Keep your face forward.” She hissed over her shoulder. Fearfully, I obliged her demand, watching her lower herself again.
My nose slid into her crack sideways. Her cotton-clad butt was nauseatingly warm, and slowly consumed my face. Her weight once again began to crush my head, but Mom wasn’t going to let up this time.
“Better.” She commented, finally nestling down on my face after an excruciating few seconds. Immediately, I noticed that I couldn’t take a breath. I began to panic & tried to shove her off with my still-free hands, but she didn’t budge.

“MMMPH!” I screamed under her, but once again to no avail. I tried to breathe again; this time sucking through my nose as hard as I could, and thankfully sucked some air into my lungs. Unfortunately, the smell of her earthy ass was sucked in along with it, making me cough.
The entire time, mom didn’t acknowledge me once. I was just a cushion for her.


Ppffffffffffrrrrr…


To my horror, a piping-hot miasma simmered into my nose. The smell of digested dairy & last night's dinner made me screech and, once again, try to shove her off. Regardless of how much pushing I did though, she remained seated. Somehow, the commotion carried out of the living room.

“Mom, did you fart?” Faithe yelled from the kitchen. “I can hear the muffled screaming over the hash-browns sizzling in the pan!”

“Must’ve been a bad one then.” Mom joked, finally acknowledging me & making Faithe laugh.
“And those hash-browns won’t help, I guarantee it.”


Ppbbbrrrt… Bbrbrrrrpt


Just then, another pair of bubbly farts erupted against my face. The stench grew substantially, making me dry-heave into the tape while my mother continued to lounge.


Bbrrrrpt

Ggrrrrphh…

Pffoot

Bbbbrrrbrbbrsss…


She continued to hit me with more & more gas. I couldn’t help but sob again, with my pleads being my only form of protest. But she firmly remained, blasting my lungs with her toxic farts every time I tried to catch a breath.

Faithe eventually returned to the living room. The sound of porcelain being laid on the glass coffee table was followed by my sister sitting on my legs, pressing them into the cushion like my mother was doing with my head.
After what felt like an eternity, Mom finally lifted off of my head, allowing me to turn my head again & harshly cough. Unfortunately, it was only to grab her plate.
Her weight once again crushed the side of my head, making her growl before standing back up.

“I told you to keep your face forward, mister.” She snarled over her shoulder. “Do we need to start doing 2 minutes for every missed question?”

“Nnmh…” I denied through my gag before facing the ceiling again.

Mom scoffed before lowering herself, sitting on my face & trapping my nose in her crack once again. She evilly returned to crushing my face, and began to dig into her breakfast.
“Wow, you loaded these hash-browns up. Are those peppers?”

“Cheesy onion & pepper hash-browns.” Faithe replied. “They started serving them at the diner. I can’t make them the same anymore.”

“Mmmh- please don’t.” Mom said through a mouthful. “Mmh- Yum, these are good, sweetie!”

“Thanks~, I’ll make them tomorrow.” Faithe replied with her own mouthful. “We might have to get a blanket out & Dutch-oven him, though.”

“Fine by me.” Mom responded, shaking her hips slightly. I moaned as my nose grinded against her cheeks, making the girls snicker.
“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to experiment with punishment methods. If he doesn’t get his act together, that is. But after… 5 more minutes of mama-farts, I bet he’ll have a full-on brain-blast in there.”


…

Mom eventually stood up again, allowing me to catch another fresh breath after half an hour of agony. I panted through my nose as she looked down at me, setting the now-empty plate on the coffee table. Faithe did the same, allowing my legs some comfort.
Mom then reached down & ripped the tape off of my mouth. I yelped at the sudden pain, but used the opportunity to gulp down as much fresh oxygen as possible.

“Are you ready to re-read those notes?” Mom asked with a grin.
“It can take you all day to pass that one quiz, but we’ll keep doing this. If I’m out of gas, Faithe won’t be. If Faithe’s out of gas, I’ll be right back on your face while your sister refills herself. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yeah…” I feebly answered.

“Good. You can have a small break, then you’ll hop straight back to the table.”

The girls brought their plates into the kitchen, leaving me to lay in defeat on the couch.
That was torturous. Not discipline, but pure fart torture through-&-through. I could hear the girls chatting in the kitchen as I tried to unflood my lungs with my mother’s mephitic, evil flatulence.

Despite the fear of what they would do & how they would spice things up in order to ‘punish’ me, my eyes lit up as I remembered that I had gotten 2 of the questions correct. How I managed to miss the other 18 was beyond me though; I definitely didn’t guess on them, knowing the stakes going into them.
With a newfound hope, I confidently, albeit exhaustedly, sat up on the couch & stood up. My legs were still bound together and I refused to even touch the tape, instead hopping back to the kitchen like mom had demanded.


…

After careful reading & skimming over my last quiz, I once again breezed through my quiz; albeit at a much slower pace. It wasn’t even that difficult honestly, and part of me felt like a massive sucker for bombing it the first time.
I slid it back to Faithe again, making both her & mom look up from their phones. I felt undeniably tense as she grabbed my paper & began looking over it again, fearing bombing once more. I gazed over at my mother while during the deafening silence, occasionally catching her peeking at me.

After an uncomfortable bit, Faithe turned back to me with a massive smile.

“You… you passed!” She said after the suspenseful moment. My eyes widened as she turned to mom; both girls had the same shocked expression as I did.
“100%!”

“... R-Really?” I asked. Faithe stood up & showed me her phone, comparing the answers. Surely enough, she wasn’t lying.
“Oh- wow…”

“Well hell yeah, sweetie!” Mom chipped in while Faithe hugged me from the side. Despite the pure-positive bestowed onto me, I was in a state of shock; partially from actually passing something after weeks of not trying, but also from how nice the girls were being compared to the days before.
“Please- for the love of God, keep this up. We should be able to knock out a ton of your lessons both today & tomorrow at this rate.”

“Hell, you should be passing by the time spring break rolls around!” Faithe commented, still hugging me from my side. It felt awkward having my head cradled against her bosom so carelessly, but she eventually let me go.
“What do you say we start on the next lesson? It’s still super early, do you wanna see how much you can get done before the end of today?”

“... S-Sure.” I answered shakily.

Faithe excitedly sat back down & turned to the next chapter of her workbook, while mom walked back into the living room. As she slid the book in front of me again, I took a deep breath before I began to read.


April 21st, 2019


It was the final day of Spring Break. After over a week of redoing old assignments, I was finally nearing the end of my punishment. But along with that, I was ready to get back into school and graduate with good grades.

Faithe sat next to me as I finished one of my last History assignments. She had the answer key, and was moments away from checking my answers. I was thankful for her & mom guiding me through the last week; I may not have had the Spring Break I wanted, but it was the one I needed.

However, something else occurred as well; something that I was a bit mixed on, in the grand scheme of things. In the last week & a half, I obviously got some questions wrong, which not only forced me to retake my assignments, but face a punishment that I hated; laying down on the couch and letting one of the girls sit & fart on my face. It started when Faithe punished me for being a douche, and culminated in my go-to punishment for the girls to exercise when I failed to meet their standards.

With that being said though, I also noticed how I reacted to it. Every time I laid down on the couch, I would look up to see either Faithe or Elissa smiling down at me, as if they were excited to sit on my face. And with that, the sensation of a girl using my face as a cushion for a couple minutes at a time started to sit differently with me.

I turned to Faithe; she was scrolling on her phone, waiting for me. I looked down at her thighs; they were clad in her purple leggings from that night she had sushi. Her thighs were so thick and meaty, and jiggled when she walked. I ogled at them for a bit before turning back to my assignment.

Mom then walked into the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee. She had spent the last 5 mornings at work, so she was relaxing in the living room, watching TV, and waiting around in case I needed to be farted on again. I looked down below her belt; her patterned, cotton PJ’s clung tightly to her big butt; they rode up her crack. Despite the absolutely rancid fumes her ass put off, part of me just wanted to sink my nose between those cheeks and sniff as hard as I could.

I jolted as I realized what I was fantasizing. Maybe I was still asleep and just having a bad dream.

With that, I turned back to my assignment. I had 3 questions left. I knew for a fact that the answers I had were correct, and after these 3, I would be ready for the last 5 assignments before we were all done.

But part of me really didn’t want to be done.


After much deliberation, I concocted a plan; I wanted to see if my newfound fantasies were just that, or if they had any substance. I not only intentionally got the last few answers wrong, but I went back and changed some of the other ones.

Admittedly, I began to feel regret as I looked down at the paper. If I STILL hated Mom’s farts, then I was willingly throwing myself into 10 minutes of Hell. Comparatively, I spent 2-minute intervals having my nose filled with her farts, and that was rough after the first minute.

Still, I sighed before sliding the paper to my sister. She looked up and grabbed it, then graded it.

After a minute, her face screwed up.

“You got five of them wrong, dude..” She hummed, then looked at me with a sorry expression.
“That’s ten minutes.”

“Huh?” My mom said behind me, then walked over. She looked between the answer key and my paper, then turned to me.
“Ugh- you were doing so good. … Well, come on then.”

“C-Can I retake it? Please?” I tried to act scared. “I-I was doing good, right? Isn’t that worth anything?”

“Don’t try to weasel your way out of this, sweetie.” Mom grabbed my shoulder. “You picked a bad time to bomb, too. I have a seriously nasty fart right now.. I was going to let it out in the bathroom, but now? Straight up your nose.~”

“Ugh..” I whined, then stood up. But secretly, I was kind of excited to be under my Mom’s ass for such a long time.

I laid down on the couch again, and Mom crossed her arms as she looked at me. She looked seriously disappointed.

“What happened?” She asked, then turned around. “Whatever the case may be, this should give you some incentive. Face forward.”

“Mph..” I whimpered again before turning to the ceiling.

Mom lowered her hips, and my face sunk into her ass for the first time in days. Contrary to before though, I was quick to take a sniff. Surely enough, her ass smelled; but something about that was enticing. I took another sniff, quietly indulging my weird new love for it.

“I hope you’re ready for this one.” Mom hummed, leaning against the backrest. “In fact- Faithe? Come in here, sweetie. I might need you to hold him down.”

“Mph-” I tried to whine audibly, but her ass totally muffled my voice. I then heard the sound of my sister’s footsteps coming into the living room, followed by a bit of pressure forming on my stomach.

Faithe sat down on my belly; her booty sank into my torso, and kept me anchored to the couch. This next 10 minutes would truly test me.


Pffffffffffffffffffrrrmpt…


Mom then farted; it started as a silent, dense surge of burning, fetid air, and it ended in a bubbly burst. My nose was assaulted by the smell of digested coffee and dinner from last night; lasagna always made her hog the bathroom, and this fart reeked of pure shit.

I gagged as the rancid fart forced itself into my nose. Yet, despite vehemently disliking how it smelled, I couldn’t help but sniff it several seconds after it had died down. Her ass now smelled rank, but that somehow excited me.

“Phew- fucking hell, Mom..” Faithe complained with a nasally voice, probably due to her pinching her nose. Mom giggled.

“Sniff it right now, young man.” She then instructed, shaking her hips. “If either me or your sister smell another one, I’m adding ten more minutes to your punishment.”

My mom’s cruelty would’ve probably made me cry any other day, but I felt an odd tingle below my stomach after hearing her evil demand. I took an audible sniff, making the girls laugh at my compliance.

“Oh my god- she wasn’t serious!” Faithe giggled.

“Yes I was.” Elissa responded. “Don’t think I won’t add more time. He does what we say when he’s being punished, and I want him to smell my fart.”

“That’s so mean, Mom..” I could tell Faithe was smiling. Part of me agreed with her, but the newfound, twisted part of my brain wanted her to shut up.


Brrbrrbrrrrrrrrnt


Mom responded by letting another fart out; it vibrated against my face, reinfecting my nasal passage with the smell of digested Italian spices and expired creamer. I coughed hard into her buttcheek, then attempted to turn my head. Even if I wanted this, I couldn’t deny that her farts were still incredibly overbearing.

“Ah ah- no! Face forward!” Mom snapped her fingers. “If you turn away, I’m doubling your time. Do you want that?!”

Her stern tone made me whine into her butt. “Mmph…” And yet, this was exhilarating.

“That’s what I thought, mister.” She then huffed. “I have another one. As punishment, you better sniff it as soon as it comes out.”

I tensed up, and my sister actually acknowledged it. “I just felt him tighten up.” She hummed, shaking her hips into my stomach.

“I bet he did.” Mom responded. Then, without another word, I felt the middle of her butt push out slightly.


Pffffffffffffffff…


A silent fart heated up my nose to a humidity-invoking degree. This fart smelled so much worse than the last, and after gagging again, my body refused to sniff it; I turned my head as hard as I could, and took a breath from between my mother’s legs.

“Hey!” Mom yelled, then stood up. She snapped her fingers. “Face forward, now!”

“I-I can’t-” I tried to say, but I coughed hard. The smell permeated my lungs.

“Young man, you better face forward right now, or my pants are coming down.” She then said, to both me & Faithe’s shock.

“Wait- woah, mom..” My sister attempted to side with me. “That’s kind of far, don’t you think?”

“He knows better.” Mom responded, looking down at me over her shoulder. “I don’t want to do it, but I guarantee he’ll be more inclined to listen if I give him a good reason to.”

I turned to face the ceiling again; my nose was running and my eyes were tearing up from her gastric onslaught.

Mom backed up before lowering her hips again, making sure to get the trajectory right; my nose slotted between her cheeks again, and she leaned against the backrest once more.
“Phew- that stank too. You know what that means?”

“Hm?” Faithe asked.

“Ten more minutes, AND doubled time.” I could practically hear Mom’s grin. “I’ll add those to the timer. That’s a whole twenty-two more minutes of this.”

I whined into her butt as she smothered me. As tasking as this was on me however, I loved her authoritarian method of punishing me. I took a long, but quiet sniff of her ass.


Rrrmpt…


Halfway through my sniff, another little fart bolted into my nose. I jolted from it, but it was so small and, for the most part, inoffensive, that I managed to take it without much trouble. It still stank, but I could bear it.

That, paired with the prior yelling from her end, made that tingle from earlier return. I felt more pleasure in my crotch than I ever had, and the only thing I feared more than smelling Mom’s farting ass for 22 minutes was the idea of my boner poking my sister’s thigh.


Bwrrrrrrrmphh…


An airy fart then puffed out, burning my nose over the span of a second. My eyes clenched tight as I attempted to bear it. Admittedly, I didn’t really want my time to be doubled again, so I kept my face forward and took it. It fucking reeked, and I tried & failed to stifle a gag.

“Can you even fart for that long?” Faithe then asked, leaning against the backrest as well.

“What do you mean?” Mom asked.

“Like- you’ll be on his face for the next twenty or so minutes.” My sister replied. “Do you wanna go refuel?”

“Nah, not right now.” Mom responded. “Besides, you underestimate me. I’m super gassy right now, and I’ve been letting them out in short intervals.”

“You would probably kill him if you let it all out right now.” I could tell Faithe was grinning. How she went from being on my side to trying to get our mother to empty her clip on my face was confusing to me.

“Hehe- yeah.” Mom laughed.

It became silent for a bit. Mom continued sitting on my face for another couple minutes without farting. Then, out of nowhere, she let another one out.



Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff…


But not only did it re-taint my already dodgy headspace, it was potentially her most lethal fart yet. It lasted for nearly 11 seconds.

I began thrashing halfway through it. That goliath fart lit up my nose to a painful degree. No matter how much I struggled, my face remained planted against her ass.

I screamed as hard as I could before dry-heaving. Mom ignored me, unlike my sister.

“Jesus, mom. I didn’t hear that one.” Faithe commented. Somehow, I could tell Mom was smiling.
“Ohp- FUCK- *hrrk*”

“Phew!~” Mom acknowledged her own monster fart. I was still thrashing underneath them, but their combined weight kept me down easily.
“Hehe- I would say ten more minutes, but I feel kinda bad now.”

“Yeah- honestly..” Faithe showed her more sympathetic side again. And thankfully, so did Mom. Still, that didn’t do much to change the fact that every breath I took made me sputter. That fart was unholy by every metric.
“God damnit, Mom! FUCK! I was just joking about letting it all out!”

“I wanted to see what would happen!~” Mom playfully replied, then shook her hips again. She innocently mocked me above after leaving me with her worst fart ever.

I was in hell right now, but that somehow reeled me back in. The tingle returned; this time though, I knew it would become a problem.

I felt my dick twitch, then after a minute, it grew harder & harder. Every breath I took made it stiffen. Any moment now, I would be leaking precum; that will be insanely awkward to explain if they caught it.

Just then though, I felt something that made my eyes shoot wide open; pressure. For some reason, Faithe decided to use my crotch as a platform to readjust herself, and she placed her hand on my rock-hard cock. She then pulled away.

I thought she was going to yell. But she didn’t; she didn’t even acknowledge it. She just… ignored it. Instead, she moved down to my leg to readjust herself, scooting a couple inches away from my member.

I was dumbfounded that my sister didn’t expose my degenerate display. When my time was up, I would have to thank her.


Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmpt…


But now wasn’t the time; I still had plenty of fart-sniffing to do. Speaking of which; Mom’s latest emission seeped out, making me whimper as it filled my nose.

The girls watched TV and waited for the time to tick down. Every odd minute or so, Mom would fart.


Brbrrrrmpt


Boooooooooorpt


Pfff… bbbbpt


Ssss…


Pffffsssss… Brrnt


PRRBRBRRRPT!


After what felt like hours, Mom stood up. I took a deep breath through my mouth as she stood above me, looking down at me like the pathetic little mess I was. My dick was flaccid at this point, but I’ll never forget the fact that it was the hardest it had ever been at that moment.

I turned to see Faithe grinning at me. I felt awkward just making eye-contact with her, but seeing her smile was something else. I ignored it for the time being, and waited for my sister to stand up as well.

Once both girls were off of me, I sat up and rubbed my face.

“Are you going to do better this time?” Mom asked, rubbing my shoulder.

“Y-Yes, I promise..” I answered.

“You better. And I don’t mean ‘get two-less wrong’ this time. I expect 100%.”

“Yes Mom..” I hummed, then slid off the couch.

I walked back to the kitchen while Mom sat in her spot again. As I sat down at the table, Faithe tapped my shoulder. I turned to see her nod toward the hallway, then walk down it.

I followed her, and she led me into the bedroom. I felt awkward going in there with her, and a shameful expression came on my face as she shut the door behind us.

“... Is there something you want to tell me?” She then asked. I froze up, and didn’t say anything. My sister looked at me for a bit, then stepped closer.
“... I think it would make you feel better..”

“...” I remained frozen, but hearing her reassuring remarks did soften the blow that I was expecting. I looked up at her.
“... I don’t know what happened.”

“It’s… something.” She hummed. “I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘okay’, but… you’re a young man now, so I understand why it happened.”

“I-I’m sorry..” My eyes teared up, and Faithe pouted her lip before walking over and hugging me. I hugged her back, crying from embarrassment.
“I-I’m sorry you touched it-”

“Hey, hey.. Shhh..” She hugged me tighter; she placed her head on my shoulder. “It’s okay! Don’t be embarrassed, I’m here for you..”

“I-I just don’t know why I like it, though..” I replied. “I-I’m sick in the head.”

“Noo, don’t say that..” Faithe backed away. “You just… have a kink. That’s alright.”

“I-I guess..” I hummed. “... You’re a lot more chill about this than I thought you would be. T-Thanks for not saying anything about it earlier..”

“Why would I?” She asked, then smiled at me. “If I can be honest… I’m not against my lil’ brother being a fart sniffer.”

“W-What?” I was taken aback by her response. Faithe blushed as she looked up at me.

“You heard me.” She said, crossing her arms. “Now anytime I get gassy, I’m just going to come get you.”

“O-Okay, ew..” I laughed. Faithe snickered back.

“I’m uh… I-I’m being serious.” She then stated. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but… when we get done with your last assignment, wait for me to get home. I’m going to eat a bunch of stuff that makes me gassy after work, and I want you to come in here and sniff my booty for me.”

“Y-You’re not being serious..” I responded. Faithe pursed her lips and looked at me with a smug, emphatic expression.

“I’ll just fucking make you.” She then leaned forward. “... Again.~”

I stared at my sister for a bit. She was being serious, and I didn’t know what to say.

“Now get out, fucker.” She then snapped her fingers at her door. “I need to get ready for work.”


…


…


…


I finished my last assignment. It was dark outside, and Mom sat across from me.

“Well, that’s it.” She said with a smile. “Honey, I am so proud of you. I know it took grounding you, but you just got caught up on all of your work during Spring Break.”

She then reached into her pocket before pulling out my keys. She slid them toward me, and I grabbed them quickly; my hands felt full again.

“Get your grades up. When I get off work tomorrow, come get me; we’ll all go to that restaurant that you like.”

“M-Mom, thanks..” I hummed with a smile. “... This has been a hellish week.”

“I bet.” Mom smirked. “And next time you piss me off, I’ll fart on your face. So you better hope you don’t make me mad in public.”

“I-I won’t.” I responded, standing up from the table. Mom smiled as she sipped her coffee.

I walked to my bedroom and looked at my keys. Today was an odd day; I learned more about myself, and truthfully, I don’t know what to make of it. The thought of being a fart fetishist bothered me, admittedly; I’ve been ‘normal’ for so long that it felt like I had downgraded. But at the same time, I derived pleasure from farts. All I had to do was find a latina girlfriend and I would be home-free.

With that though, I remembered Faithe’s offer from earlier. She wanted me to sniff her farts; considering she had accidentally touched my erection prior to that moment, I was hung up on if that was okay.



I waited for a bit longer, scrolling through my phone. Eventually, my sister came back home. I heard her voice from the kitchen; she talked to Mom for a bit, then walked down the hall.

I didn’t want to get up, truthfully. Even if I didn’t totally hate the idea of having my newfound kink indulged, not only was she my sister, but her being okay with it just didn’t sit well with me.


*Knock knock*


I then heard my door get knocked on, and I sighed before sliding off my bed. But before I could reach my door, it opened, and Faithe walked in. She was wearing the white polo & jeans that were customary for her job.

“Oh- I thought you were asleep.” She said with a smile, then shut my door behind her. “So… Are you coming?”

“F-Faithe..” I was hesitant to. I already had a rough enough time unwillingly smelling Mom’s farts; the idea of willingly having my face in Faithe’s ass didn’t rub me the right way.

“Whaaat..?” She pouted her lip at me. “I ate so much though.. Can you please come smell my farts?~”

“A-Are you sure you’re fine with that?” I asked. “I’m your brother, and you literally know I’ll get-... hard..”

“Hmm… Well, just don’t touch it, I guess.” She shrugged. “I don’t care what you do after. I just want you to smell my farts for me.”

“... Do you also have a fart fetish?” I then asked.

Faithe looked at me for a bit, then crossed her arms. She looked deep in thought.

“... I dunno. I recently found out that I like farting in your face.” She answered with a smile.
“That could apply to other people. … Sure, why not?”

“We’re both weirdos.” I hummed. Faithe furrowed her eyebrows.

“Shut up.” She then huffed before turning to my door. “C’mon. Mom’s going to bed.”

I felt weird following my sister to her bedroom. Mom’s door was closed and her lights were on; coincidentally, they turned off as I passed her door.

Faithe closed the door behind us, then locked it. She then walked over to her bed before sliding onto it, laying on her belly. She spread her legs apart, then nodded behind her.

My stomach turned as I knelt onto the mattress. Faithe’s butt stuck out like a sore thumb in those jeans; I hated to admit it, but she had a nice butt. It felt weird that she wasn’t seeing anyone.

I laid behind her and stared at her ass for a bit longer. She looked at me over her shoulder.

“Hurry up. I gotta fart.” She directed, snapping her fingers. Her authoritative demand was enough to make me comply. I laid on my belly and pressed my nose against her crack.
“Scoot up a bit. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

I sighed a bit before sliding my face up. Faithe watched me slowly drag my nose up her crack.

“There.” She said, and I stopped. “Perfect.”


Brrmpt


A short fart puffed entirely up my nose. It smelled like digested fish, veggies, and soda, and made me wince as it filled my nasal passage.

“Sniff.” She instructed. Something about being told to smell a fresh fart was too invigorating for me to ignore, and I took a short, audible breath. Faithe smiled back at me.
“Good boy.”

That was the selling point. Hearing that made a familiar tingling sensation absolutely barrel down my stomach, and I squirmed after being called a good boy. I sniffed again, making Faithe giggle.

“Yeah, don’t tell Mom. I totally love this.” Faithe hummed, shaking her hips. She then bent her legs, crossing them behind my back.
“You aren’t going anywhere, by the way. You’re my fart sniffer from now on. Got it?”

“Mhm..” I answered, mumbling into her butt.


Bppprrrrrrrrrrr…


A longer fart then purred out, seeping entirely into my nose. My eyes shut tightly as the smelly puff of air permeated my respiratory system. Still, I kept my nose planted against her denim-clad hole.


Pbbrrt… Bmmpt


I took another breath of my sister’s fart. She scrolled on her phone as she farted in my face. My dick began to twitch again, and I felt it grow hard; considering I was laying on my belly, I anticipated discomfort.


BBRBRBRBRBRBRPT!


To my shock, a colossal fart then barreled out. I felt a gust of warm air hit my eyes & even my hair-line, and the smell was so much richer than the last emissions. I pulled away and gagged, making Faithe laugh.


Brrrrrrrmpt!


She let another fart out as I attempted to refresh my lungs. I accidentally sucked the entire thing up out of desperation, making me break out in a fit of coughs.

Faithe derived pure humorous pleasure out of making me gag on her stinky farts.

“Smell it!~” She then raised her hips, bumping me in the face with her ass. She shook her hips in my face, and her feet behind my head kept me from escaping her stink-face. She finally lowered herself.
“Mmmh~ this is really fun. You know what would make it even worse though?”

“Ugh- w-what?” I asked with teary eyes. I shook my head and rubbed my nose; it still stung from her large emission prior.

I then looked down to see her sliding her hands under her belly. After a bit of fiddling, I watched the belt around her waist loosen up. Then, to my surprise, her jeans slid down, revealing a pair of panties with cherry patterns.

I looked away with wide eyes. Faithe snapped her fingers.

“Face forward.” She repeated my Mom’s commands earlier. I was too scared to indulge her desires though.

“Y-You were right earlier, Faithe. This is too far.”

“Aww, but it’ll smell worse though.~” She tried to lull me into meeting her demands. “I’m giving you permission to look at my butt. Do it, or I’ll pin you down and sit on your face again.”

“Faithe-” I whined, but I didn’t know what else to say. Truthfully, I didn’t do well with women; even if she was my sister, I didn’t know when my next chance at being face-to-ass with a gassy girl would be.

I turned to face her ass. Her buttcheeks poked out from the legholes of her panties, and the silky, thin undergarments were wedged between her cheeks. Her ass went from looking good to better.

“I gotta fart.” She then stated. “You better g’back in there.”

I looked down at it for a bit longer. She shuffled on her belly, making her fleshy backside jiggle hypnotically.

I couldn’t help myself; I leaned in and planted my face between her cheeks. I moved my hands up and hugged her butt. Faithe looked back at me with a smile, then reached back to grab the back of my head. I felt her fingers intertwine with my hair; she got a decent handful, and I could tell that she didn’t exactly plan to let go.


Prrrt… Sssssssssssss…


A short bubbly burst was followed by a lengthy, burning hiss. Her panties warmed up as she let that fart out, and I shuddered as I took it. Faithe’s grip on my hair strengthened; she didn’t want me pulling away from her farting ass.


Brrbrrbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmpt…


Another bassy emission lasted for a few seconds, and warmed up my entire face. Despite sounding abhorrent, I bore the smell and whiffed it as it left her colon. I hugged her ass tighter, and she squeezed my hair harder.


Goooooooooooorpt

Brrrrpt


“Mmh~” Faithe moaned with relief after pushing two more farts out. The vibrated my trapped face, seeping into my nose deeply. I coughed into her ass, and she responded by shaking her hips.

I then grew a bit handsier; I got a handful of her backside and squeezed her skin.


BRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPT!


She retaliated with a huge fart, smothering me in a stink that I wasn’t sure I could bear. But her grip on my head prevented me from denying it. Her refusal to let me free, ironically, made me want to stay right where I was.

I squeezed the handful of skin I had again. Her naked skin felt so good in my hands. I kneaded it, massaging that one spot of her backside as she made me smell her farts.


Brrrrrrrnphhh…


During our little session, I neglected to realize that my cock was diamond-solid. It pressed against her bed, and I had to shift a bit to prevent it from bending uncomfortably. I angled my body mid-air, holding myself up with one leg.

“Comfy?” She asked, still not letting me out for air.


Bwoormpt


She didn’t even let me speak, farting soon after. My eyes were teary from the litany of farts I was forced to smell; they all reeked, yet I couldn’t get enough.


Pffff… ssssss…


Despite the silent ones being scary to deal with due to their always-blistering heat, I sniffed her hole through her panties after she unleashed two of them back-to-back. I audibly whiffed my sister’s ass without shame.


Brrrpt


Bloorpt


Brrt- sssffft


Praaaaaaaapt!



Me & Faithe continued with our session for a bit longer. But something happened that forced me to stop; I felt a wetness in my undergarments that exceeded pre-cum. It trailed down my shaft, onto my balls, and soaked into my underpants.

I just came.

My eyes widened, and I shuddered as I made that realization. An immediate sense of self-loathing came over me as I realized I literally ejaculated to my sister’s farts. Hell, I spent several minutes face-deep in her ass, and didn’t really fight it. I felt disgusting for letting this happen.


Pfffffffssssssssssssssss…


At the same time, Faithe unleashed a cindering SBD. “Oh-hohoho- damn.~” She moaned above, acknowledging how gnarly it was. As it seeped past my nostrils, I pulled away and began dry-heaving.

“I-I’m gonna puke-” I said, gagging as hard as I could.

Faithe’s legs uncrossed and she let me slide off of her bed. As I ran for the door, she pulled her jeans back up and followed me. I left her bedroom and ran for the bathroom in the hall. I ran in and lifted the toilet seat before dunking my head into it.

I just wanted an out, and I wanted some time alone to process what I did. Faithe walked in with me though, and watched me gag into the toilet so hard that I projectile vomited everything I had eaten before she got back.

“Oh- you poor thing..” Faithe squatted next to me and rubbed my back. “Are you okay?”

“I- *hrrk*” I somehow managed to puke more before I could finish my sentence. “I-I w-want some a-alone time..”

“Oh-... O-Okay.” Faithe stood up and walked to the door. Before exiting, she turned to me.
“Love you, bud..”

She closed the door behind her, and I held my head over the toilet for a bit longer. I felt desolate; as well as a disgusting stickiness in my pants.

I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. This was the face of a man whose sister made him cum; whose mother made him hard.

… I fucking hate myself.


I stared at myself for a bit longer, and began to wonder if I could ever mitigate my own issues. How would Mom respond if she found out about me & Faithe doing what we did? With that, how would Faithe react if I told her I didn’t want to do this anymore? Would she reciprocate, or would she actually make me do it with her from now on? It was now obvious to me that my sister was on my level of degeneracy, given her willingness to let me smell her nearly-bare ass.

I turned to the door, and opened it. Faithe’s door was shut and the lights were off.

I didn’t want to be in this house anymore. Nothing would get better for me, or for her, if I stayed.

I snuck to my room and grabbed some clothes before sneaking out, leaving through the front door. With my keys back in my pocket, I got into my car and left.



April 22nd


Faithe woke up the following morning. She left her bedroom, wearing those same pair of cherry-patterned panties and a loose black T-shirt. As she walked down the hall, she noticed her mother’s door open.

She walked into the living room; Elissa was sitting on the couch in her PJ’s.

“Morning, Mom.” Faithe hummed, pouring a cup of coffee. “Did he already leave for school?”

“I guess so.” Elissa answered, shrugging. “I texted him but he hasn’t responded.”

Faithe began thinking about last night; it was crazy, and she thought about it as she went to bed. Feeling a face between her asscheeks was great; she wanted it again, but part of her felt bad for her brother.

She sat down next to her mother, looking at the news on the TV.

“... Hey Mom..” Faithe began, immediately feeling hesitant to continue the sentence she had started. Elissa turned to her.
“... D-Did we go too hard on him?”

“... Nah.” Elissa answered. “You were right. It fixed him up pretty well. If anything, I wish we trained him to kneel, that way we could fart on his face if he pisses us off.”

“You’re not serious, are you..?” Faithe asked. Elissa turned to her and noticed how serious her daughter was.

“... No?” Her mother answered. “Honey, are you alright?”

Faithe turned away with wide eyes. Her hesitance returned.

“... Mom… I-... I think punishing him… sparked something within me..” Faithe began for real. Elissa watched as her daughter spoke her mind.
“I-I hate to say it, because it’s fucking disgusting and wrong. But… I think I have a sexual attraction to farting in people’s faces…”

“Jesus, sweetheart..” Elissa murmured. “Are you serious? So, with your little brother..”

“N-No, not with him.” Faithe was quick to deny, even if she knew she was lying.

“Thank God, then. Phew..” Elissa said, making Faithe shudder. “W-Well, there’s nothing wrong with that, I guess. It’s a little odd, but I’m sure you’ll find someone to do it with you.”

“Maybe..” Faithe hummed. “If I paid someone, perhaps..”

“Hell- people will pay you, sweetie.” Elissa remarked. Faithe turned to her. “Seriously! People all over the world would probably pay for you to fart on them. Hell- you know Joslyn’s daughter?”

“Ugh- yeah..” Faithe didn’t like her mother’s friend’s daughter. They were on opposite sides of the spectrum when they went to school together.

“Well, she records herself farting and makes a decent amount of money from it.” Her mother elaborated.
“You don’t have to do that, but hey- I know you’re a hard worker. You could make some extra money doing that. I know I do.”

“Wait- what?” Faithe asked.

“Oh- I guess that was supposed to be a secret, since you’re my daughter.” Elissa snickered. “But yeah, Joslyn got me into it. I uploaded a few videos of me farting last Wednesday and I’ve been making decent money from it. I’m not going to say you should do it, but… I mean- you’re good at farting, baby. I bet you’ll meet someone on that website that would love it if you farted on them.”

Faithe had a lot to take in; her mother being a kink pornstar was a big thing, but she began to feel worse for dragging her own little brother into her fetish.

She pulled her phone out and texted her brother. But to her shock, she was blocked by him.