Hide and Reek
by submarillion

"John, why did you pick such a cramped location?" his sister Veronica laughed quietly as she started to crawl into the crawl space he was cramped into. His legs were extended out away from the door while his upper body was leaning against the wooden attic wall.

He shrugged, feeling slightly threatened by her teasing but he kind of knew she was right.

It was Thanksgiving day just after dinner. His parents were hosting it at their old Victorian house, which had lots of good hiding places. Naturally, his sister and cousins wanted to play some games for old times stake. As the only guy there, he always got outvoted on things like that but wanted to feel included in their 'fun'.

The game they chose was called 'sardines'. It's just like hide-and-seek but when the seeker finds someone, they hide with them... wherever they may be. Eventually, all the hiders are packed together like sardines. They played it together a lot while growing up but now they were all adults in their mid-twenties.

He didn't want to play... let alone be the first hider. It's a lot of responsibility to pick a good spot...

But, oh well. Here he was playing anyways. He always caved in far too easy when it came to them.

"Well?" his sister said impatiently and shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know," he said in a whisper, "I thought you'd not remember." His eyes were open wide and anxious. She was taking forever to get in and they were exposed because the tiny wood door wasn't closed. To be fair, the crawl space itself was actually pretty well hidden once the door was closed. The door handle blended in. So you sort of had to know it was there to find it.

"This is like where we hid when we were little! How do you think we're going to all fit now??" she joked as she sat down squarely on his thighs, causing him to extend his legs out into the cramped crawl space. It got more narrow the deeper his legs went in. To the point where his toes were basically touching the ceiling.

He just scolded her and stayed silent. It didn't occur fully to him. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Maybe this was actually a bad choice. The reality was starting to dawn on him as he felt his sister's butt cheeks crushed his thighs.... Yeah, okay, this hiding spot is definitely going to get uncomfortably cramped. But he was committed and felt a stubborn urge to double down.

His legs already ached. Veronica was no lightweight by any means. She weighed about 140 lbs. She had an average-looking but fairly tone midwestern body with a perky bubble butt. Her eyes were dark brown which matched her long straight hair. Today she was wearing light-colored jeans which were ancient and super worn out and flexible — loose enough to where the denim actually went between her butt crack at times. She was also wearing a grey long-sleeved crop top which slightly showed her navel.

He had brown hair and scruffy beard. He was wearing a navy blue t-shirt. You wouldn't know it from the way she treated him but he wasn't quite her baby brother anymore... He was a full grown man. They still had that older sister/younger brother dynamic. Aside from playful teasing, she was usually a pretty good older sister. She was kind and supportive and she let him hang out with her and her friends, since he didn't have many.

He was an okay brother himself. Pretty shy and passive, overall. He loved Veronica and knew she went out of her way to include him. He'd gotten somewhat used to the teasing and just saw it as a thing siblings do...

They hadn't spent as much time together since she moved out at her own apartment and he stayed home. So this hide and seek game over the holiday was nice... even if he screwed the hiding spot up.

She was 27 and he just turned 23. Their cousins were closer to Veronica's age but she was the oldest.

They sat in awkward silence as her butt cheeks crushed his thighs and some of his groin. She felt his dick smushing under her. It felt weird. He didn't have much experience with women. What if she turns him on?

She decided spin around on it and playfully stretch her leg out and set her socked feet on his face while pretending not to notice what she was doing. He grumbled and swatted her smelly feet away. "Stoooop it." He spoke quietly but she could hear the annoyance in his tone. It made her smile and want to do it more.

She pressed her foot closer to his nose and held it there, shifting more weight onto her feet. Then casually looked away and shrugged like she didn't know what he was complaining about, "Hmmmm hmmm hmm" she hummed to herself as he tried, but failed, to knock either of her sweaty feet off his face.

He stared up at her black socked foot resting on his nose. Her other foot was on his cheek just under his eye. She was wearing sleek ankle socks which were worn out around her toes, heel, and soles; slightly discolored. He could smell how sweaty her feet were already. Her feet always got clammy really fast. And being in the crawl space was not helping. They were extremely damp and cheesy. It was agonizing since her sweaty toes and the wet fabric were literally covering his nose and filtering all the air he sniffed in.

He pushed them away again. But her size 11 feet effortlessly slid back on to his face, covering him entirely.

"Sis... stop" he called out but it was a little mumbled under her soles.

"Shh shh shh," she patted his chest with her hands. "You'll be fine," she giggled as he just let her feet stay. She could feel air sucking in from them and she knew it'd smell real funky. But he was just letting her now. She forgot how easily he gives up and listens to her. She almost felt bad but it was hilarious! To her at least. She moved her right foot up a bit then wiggled her big toe and middle toes into his nostrils.

They sat in silence for about 5 minutes, with her rubbing her feet into his nose any time he tried to talk back. She found it kind of relaxing, using her brother as a piece of couch and foot stool. His sniffs were helping cool her feet a little, although, that was offset by the enclosed hot box they were in. But it felt nice.

... from her perspective.

From John's point of view, every whiff he took in made him want to hurl. He couldn't believe how cheesy and vinegary her feet were? He could even feel her toe nails pushing painfully into his nostrils, blocking some of the air while forcing him to sniff from under neath them... where a lot of old unwashed grime surely was. His eyes watered but they were covered up anyways by her other sweaty foot. It'd be impossible to tell the difference between her foot sweat leaving a print on his face or his watering eyes.

Another 4 minutes passed in silence except for his quiet sniffs.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for their cousin Krystal to find them. She opened the door suddenly and laughed at the sight of Veronica sitting on John's stomach with her feet resting on his face.. "You comfy?!" she asked Veronica sarcastically, knowing that she was definitely comfortable teasing her brother like this. Besides, it looked more comfortable than sitting on the old splintery hard wood floor.

"Yeah, actually," Veronica responded. "Very much so."

Krystal pinched Veronica's thigh. "Well," she pushed on her. "Scooch-y scooch... Make some room for me... Someone might've heard me come in... Megan might have followed me." She was drop dead gorgeous with lighter brown hair and fairer skin compared to Veronica. She wore jean shorts, a black shirt with no socks on. She had an infectious smile with prominent dimples, which could light up the room.

Veronica lifted her sweaty feet off John's face. You could literally see her footprint on his face outlined by a slight red color and a glistening halo. It looked like he just got out of bed and fell on his face, or something.

She scooched her ass to the right sat on his chest with her full weight. The air immediately got knocked out of him as she wiggled her butt left and right. She wasn't really trying to hurt him or knock the air out of him. She was just was trying to get comfortable. Digging her butt in like a cat creating its own spot. "Oh sorry." she apologized cutely once she saw his mouth agape, struggling to breathe in any air.

Suddenly, Krystal's very dirty bare feet were hovering inches above his face...

He felt her denim-clad groin sit on his dick, which felt nicer than his sister at least because she was lighter. But he was shocked at how quickly she just made herself comfortable on him? They closed the attic door... Sealing their positions in with it. "Is that okay?" Krystal whispered to Veronica, referring to how her legs were extended out over Veronica's lap and how her feet were dangling over John's face. Veronica nodded calmly. "Can I move up a little, too?" Krystal asked, gesturing to how her head was a little close to the ceiling.

Veronica nodded again. She watched Krystal wiggle up a bit on John's groin, effectively and accidentally grinding her ass along his dick. John's eye's widened from this confusing sensation just before her dirty bare feet came forward and landed on his face. His dick tingled. But her feet were literally covered in brown dirt. Everyone saw her walking around all day without barefoot, even in the backyard, so it made sense.

"You ok down there John?" Krystal felt his face and beard pressed under her soles but couldn't really see him. Her feet were pretty heavy and were essentially holding his face still without her even trying to. He could feel the dirty texture on the rim of his nose, tickling it as he inhaled and the dust followed suite. Her feet were surprisingly warm and clammy, as well. They smelled like old cheese and sort of mildew.

He didn't respond. Her feet were covering his mouth so he was too afraid to open it to speak.

"Hmmmm? Johnnn?" Krystal continued. Veronica smiled, "He's fine. He loooves your dirty feet on his face," she added fictitiously which caused John to grumble up a little at his older sister. He didn't appreciate her spreading misinformation. That's how rumors get started, especially among his cousins.

John broke down and tried to talk. He opened his mouth and was instantly met with an earthy, salty taste. He groaned and tried to turn his head a little left then right but couldn't shake her heavy feet. Krystal giggled and raised her hand to her mouth, "He's licking them, I think. Aw, Johnny. Are you offering to clean my dirty feet for me?" she asked while pressing her left foot hard over his mouth, compressing his tongue down.

"That's actually so nice of you," she said as his tongue squirmed left and right under her dust covered sole. "My feet got so dirty and sweaty today. If you could clean them before so I don't get the inside of my shoes all gross, oh my god, I'd appreciate it soooooo much Johnny," she pressed down slightly harder, not giving him much of a choice to speak or really move his tongue away. Just assuming he was fine with it.

Krystal knew, just like his sister, that he'd do almost anything they asked if they persisted long enough. Although, even this was new territory for her. She knew her feet were disgusting and filthy. Nobody in their right mind would actually volunteer to clean them... with their tongue. She started to candidly grind her hips left and right on his penis. Tiny seductive motions that weren't noticeable to anyone other than him and her. She could feel his tongue quivering as it reluctantly made contact with her dirty sole. She knew that had to taste horrendous and wanted to sweeten the deal and compel him to obey using her womanly wiles.

Against all his instincts, John felt his dick growing with arousal. He'd always had a major crush on Krystal, but he never thought she'd reciprocate at all. They were closer to the same age and didn't see each other that often. He really couldn't believe how nice her subtle gyrations felt and how fast it was turning him on. She must have a lot of experience to be this good . It felt amazing and was still subtle, just between them.

Ugh, fuck. He thought to himself. This situation was so confusing. So many wires were crossing in a bad way. He had the most disgusting feet pressed over his mouth, but he also had a beautiful woman sitting on him, gently gyrating on his dick. It was his cousin, too? And... she wanted him to clean her nasty feet as a favor? He sighed to himself and stuck his tongue out more forcefully, pressing it to the bottom of her sole.

He dragged his tongue up as far as he could go, scraping a surprising amount of sweat and dirt off her foot.

"Thank you, John," Krystal said cutely as she felt extra spoiled that he was actually licking her gross bare feet.

For the next 7 minutes, John meticulously cleaned her feet. But she 'helped' him, too, by rubbing her foot up and down his open mouth, letting him reach every possible angle of both her feet. Every time she moved a new area of her feet over his tongue, his gag reflex took over, which made her and Veronica giggle because their human sofa shook like a miniature earthquake. The new taste was not a welcome one. The salty dirt and grime were quickly ruining his memory of his Thanksgiving meal.

"How're they looking...?" Krystal whispered to Veronica who had a better angle. Veronica tilted her head to the left and got a bit closer, which is something she wouldn't have done earlier when they were utterly filthy. "Not bad, not bad," she remarked casually and was actually impressed with John's abilities here. "It looks like he missed a spot there," she pointed then touched just below her toenails, "under your toe nails."

John looked up at his sister with a mild disdain. He knew she was just trying to help Krystal, but still.

"Johhhhhn," Krystal said in a whiny voice, as if that area of toe jam under her nails was the end of the world. What about the rest of her nasty feet he just cleaned perfectly?! "Can you do a better job for me, please?" She again spoke in an entitled and disappointed tone.

He found her unappreciative manners grating at first. He was still turned on by her and a bit under her spell, so to speak. She hadn't been moving that much on his privates but every little motion made him rock hard, despite how repulsed he was by the literal layer of her foot grime which coated his tongue. It was confusing. What made it even worse was that he actually wanted to please her? Like she was feeling disappointed now? He felt the urge to open his mouth wider and do a better job, so she'd be happier again.

He did just that.

He opened his mouth wide and let her toes slip into his mouth to soak. To his surprise, she brought her other foot in as well, and crammed them both into his mouth, gagging him. She and Veronica looked awkwardly at each other as he gagged, then broke out in a quiet laughter. "What? I don't think he minds," Krystal giggled, "he's super turned on under me right now," she reached and grabbed his dick then squeezed it very hard.

"What?!" Veronica looked at her with a shocked expression. "Seriously?" she asked more calmly again... "Uggghh! I wish I knew about that before. That's a really convenient fetish, bro. Why didn't you ever offer to clean my feet then?" she joked. Although, not believing that her brother actually had a fetish like this.

His eyes looked terrified and disgusted. "You should have been cleaning my feet every single day after work," she added, feeling amused by how obviously not into the foot aspect he was. "Then my room wouldn't reek like waitress feet." Krystal belly-laughed and covered her mouth with her hand in an uncontrolled giggle fit. "Ohhhhh my gawd. That's so true," she remembered how rank Veronica's feet got after work. "You totally HAVE to do that for now on. I'm sure your brother would love to help with your foot odor problem?"

Veronica's eyebrows raised, "Yeah?". They were blurring the lines from what was teasing and sincere plans. Was it just fun and games still, or are they doing this? "What do you say, bro, can you come to my apartment after work to be my foot stool?" She locked eyes with him. He looked beyond terrified of this new proposal. But... Krystal playfully used her feet in his mouth to guide his head, forcing him to nod enthusiastically.

He allowed her to move his head. He could have stopped it, but he didn't. He didn't know why he let them do this all the time but... he did. Their laughter was at him not with him. But he craved it more and more.

"Really? Perrrrfect" Veronica said in genuine excitement. "I work almost every day, but I'll send you my schedule over." John stared up at her. Was she joking or not? He couldn't tell. Was this really happening?! Was he going to be obligated to come over every time she worked, to clean off her feet? He hated the idea. But he knew, in his current state, he'd do it if she even lightly demanded it from him.

"I wished I lived closer," Krystal pouted since she lived like an hour away.

"You could always just stop by for a visit every weekend? Not wash your feet in between?" Veronica said half-joking but none of them could tell where the teasing stopped. "Honestly," Krystal laughed in a playful but slightly shameful tone, "... that's not far off from how much I wash my feet already."

John could absolutely attest to that. It wasn't even vaguely surprising to hear she barely washed her feet.

Veronica's breath shuddered and gasped as very faint sounds came from outside the door... "I hear someone. Shh shh" she held her finger up to her face. They all stayed still and silent as someone was rifling around the room the crawl space was connected to. They could hear a muffled and kind of distant voice, "Oh my god..." from behind the door. Krystal quickly cover her own mouth to prevent her from nervously giggling.

Suddenly the door opened.

Their petite cousin Megan was standing on the other end. She had blonde hair about shoulder length and a very feisty personality. She looked rather puzzled by what she was seeing, "What the hell is going on here?" She raised her arms up and laughed, triggering Krystal to laugh out even harder. "John picked this spot..." Krystal added as a reminder so she wouldn't get blamed. "How are we supposed to all fit?" Megan asked, without even thinking or caring that John was being flattened under them. Her head was too in the game.

"Here," Veronica said, taking a quick charge because the hiding spot was very vulnerable with the door open.

She pushed Krystal's feet out of John's mouth, rotating Krystal's body forward on his groin. John's mouth was in pain and he felt dazed by the commotion. He looked up at his sister's butt hovering over him as she stood up in the crawl space, leaning down because of the short ceiling. "You come here," she patted John's stomach for Megan to sit on. John felt his stomach cave in from Megan's literal leap into the crawl space... Her petite, bony ass cheeks imprinted into him and crushed his organs into each other.

Veronica looked down at John between her legs, "Sorry, bro," she said with a blushed smile as she started to squat onto his face. As usual, he looked terrified but she kept watching his face so she could aim properly... He watched her denim stretch around her bubble butt then collide with his face. Her heavy weight caused his head to naturally turn to the side so she was sitting on his ear and 70% of his nose from the right side.

She lifted her butt and reached to close the crawl space door, then haphazardly dropped her ass down again.

His eyes and facial skin peeled and stretched out, because her heavy butt was sliding backward with gravity. The old denim wasn't as rough as it used to be, but it still burned like hell from the friction her full weight wiggling around on him. He groaned out loudly, "ugggggghhhhh."

Veronica's eyes widened and locked with Megan's then Krystal before they all burst into a laughter.

"Shh, be quiet." Megan pinched his nipple. "Yeah, this spot may actually work out, I don't think Sarah and Jessica even know about," Krystal added before grabbing John's cock. She started to candidly stroke it, somewhat painfully over his pants. Yet again, he was faced with a horribly confusing range of emotions.

He groaned again, but slightly louder. His head pounded.

"Johhhhhhhn," Krystal pouted. "Shhhh, hush" she tried to coo him into being quiet but it wasn't working. Veronica smiled confidently and sat up, then very gently guided John's face up before slamming her butt back down onto his nose, mouth, eyes, and forehead. Then a peaceful silence.

"There we go." Krystal said encouragingly while slowly petting his penis as positive reinforcement.

Veronica spoke in an overtly calming and polite voice, "Megan, do you have enough space?"

"Well, actually I could use a little bit more," Megan giggled, looking down at Veronica's thighs, unable to see anything from John except a tiny bit of his neck and beard. But she was the most cramped out of the three. Veronica nodded politely then sat further onto her brother's face. Her jean-clad butt cheeks completely covered 99% of his face and now her asshole was resting on his nose, smushing it up and flat to the denim. "How about now?" she grinned looking at Megan, who had already stretched her legs out a little.

"Perfect..." Megan whispered. Content with how cozy the crawl space felt for the four of them now...

John literally couldn't move them an inch between three fully grown woman's weight, thighs, and legs draped over him. His sister's ass was crushing his eyes and making him see stars. He couldn't believe how stretchy her jeans were because his nose and face went right into her crack. While her ass cheeks smushed out and formed to the rest of his face like a puzzle piece. The raunchy heat under her asshole was intense. Against his best wishes, he took a sniff directly under her asshole. He nearly fainted from the potent odor. His head was spinning from both the smell itself and pressure of her full weight.

He thought his sister was a generally clean woman so he wasn't expecting her ass to be so insanely stinky? He'd never been this close to a woman's ass, though. On second thought, what was he expecting, perfume? He started to realize that the crawl space itself was a main driver for why her butt was so gross and swampy. It was really hot and humid... He could literally feel the wet squelching when she moved even a little.

Veronica relaxed her butt cheeks. She wasn't really thinking about the pain and grossest her brother faced... If anything, she was pleasantly surprised with how nice it felt to sit on him. She thought his face might be too bony or something. But it was really comfortable for her. His face supported her crack, taint, and cheeks in a very evenly distributed way. And his muffled groans were like sitting on a massage chair.

The more she wiggled, the more surface area she got to support her. His face just kept getting deeper and deeper into her butt. This made it nearly impossible for him to get a full breath. He had to sniff with all his might just to get like the tiniest whiff, of a very unpleasant odor. Veronica didn't think or care about that. She could feel air moving which meant he could sniff between some tiny pocket of space. It wasn't a seal. Being a good sister, she adjusted as needed to let him sniff her sweaty butt in.

John's lungs were working well above their capacity and even that was getting the bare minimum air in. His heartbeat faster than ever. Blood rushed from his throbbing head and into his dick, which was still being toyed with by Krystal, like a fidget spinner to quell her boredom.

"He's still super hard..." Krystal whispered with a twisted smile. "Such a pervert," she said, playfully grasping his penis and rubbing it up to his sensitive tip. teasing him nonstop and forcing him to stay aroused.

"Wait, is he really? Still?" Veronica asked, out of morbid curiosity and a hint of disgust. "He's actually getting turned on from my sweaty ass covering his face?"

"I don't know, probably," Krystal said, continuing to candidly rub him, but never enough to make him cum.

"Are you seriously getting turned on by your own sister's butt?! John?" Megan chimed in. Her and Veronica couldn't fully tell the lengths Krystal was going through in terms of pleasuring him. Krystal was being very sly with her hand and finger motions, which were already pretty hidden under her thighs anyways.

He cried out under them. He wasn't! He wasn't!!! He really wasn't?! But actually, he kind of was now?

It wasn't that he was turned on by Veronica's smelly butt cheeks. He found the entire situation.. repulsive. But the physical sensation of Krystal sitting on his dick and relentlessly massaging it was having a reaction. He was essentially being conditioned to like their feet and asses. To associate that with the good feelings.

"Yep. I'm telling you... he's absolutely loving it all." Krystal added, confidently.

Veronica smiled in a mixture of playfulness and disgust. "Ewwwww, bro, you like being my chair this much?"

She noticed Krystal's mischievous smile then her hand motions and surmised what was really happening. Plus, she knew her ass was insanely swampy. Nobody in their right mind could ever enjoy that stench, right? Lastly, she could feel his arms twitching like he was trying to move her off his face.

But she continued to play on the joke, "Well, if that's really true, I can use you as my sofa more often then?" she joked, quietly to the group. "Hell, you can come live with me, then I could sit on you twenty-four seven." She smiled sweety. Even though she was joking, she really liked the sound of that! He was a very comfy seat.

"Oh yeah? Where would you put him?" Megan asked. "Probably the living room. He could be my lazy boy," Veronica responded. "And don't you have roommates?" Megan asked, forgetting Veronica's living situation. "Yeah four of them... and we don't have enough good seats! They'll be excited... but I'd get first dibs."

John was half-listening to his sister's demented fantasy.

His brain was foggy and he wasn't even thinking straight. Was she being serious? He couldn't quite tell from just her tone, especially not in his increasing delirium. Meanwhile, his dick was being held in Krystal's hand. It throbbed and twerked. He was so scared, angry... yet confused, and most of all very aroused.

"He's definitely still into it." Krystal confirmed, holding his throbbing dick steady under her thighs.

"Oh my gawwwwd," Megan laughed in disgusted surprise. "He's such a deranged pervert. Who knew?"

"Or my ass is just that hot? Righhht?" Veronica asked playfully toward Megan who nodded and giggled.

"True, that's so true," Megan said, being supportive of her fit older cousin. To be fair, it was extremely true. Veronica was beautiful in a girl-next-door kind of way with curves in all the right places, especially her butt. She sat up, off her brother's face in a sudden motion. Nearly hitting her head on the crawl space ceiling.

"So, do you accept?" she said in a joking way, half expecting her brother to SCREAM bloody murder at her. But he just stared at her ass. His eyes were red, and almost bloodshot, his jaw was a little crooked and his nose was smushed up from her butt's full weight. "Whaat?" he mumbled, unable to even think.

She looked down at him with a playful grin, laughing at how out of it he seemed, "Are you my chair now?" she asked him point blank while hovering her big denim ass cheeks above his nose.

His brain completely misfired. "EhheEeeehhee," he sounded high or out of his mind. "Yeaaah?" he said lowly. Coming to his senses instantly after he finished hearing the words. What did I just say? What did she ask??

They laughed in genuine surprise. Veronica let her full weight down harder onto him, believing now that he, for whatever god forsaken reason, actually was okay with this. Her butt cheeks squashed his face down even harder than earlier because she wasn't being as cautious. She just plopped onto her chair. His nose pushed against her asshole. He took a long deep inhale of it. His eyes budged out. He listened to his sister and his cousins giggle above him. The scent of her smelly asshole wafted over his nostrils as he kept sniffing it in. His dick was rubbing against Krystal's denim crotch. What the fuck is going on??? It's Krystal, Megan and Veronica! He started to wonder if he just wasn't getting a good balance of o2 through her butt. He was getting lots of whiffs of her stinky asshole, but you wouldn't really call that clean air.

He sniffed it harder. It reeked, soooooooo bad. But he had to sniff like this if he wanted to stay conscious... Yet... his delirious mind already agreed to be her chair! Surely she wouldn't hold him to that. Would she?

"It's official. Starting hence forth, we're starting a game where you're no longer my brother! Or a person. You're just furniture. To be sat on and used any time we ask." Veronica announced proudly and confidently. After all, he did say yes. But she ignored the obvious red flags of how utterly miserable his face looked when she was off him a few minutes ago. She knew he wasn't thinking straight. But it was too good to pass up... Maybe if he wasn't so comfortable, she'd go easier on him.

"Dibs on his dick." Krystal shouted, bouncing on it with her denim butt cheeks. "What?!" Megan pushed her. It was unclear if she was jealous by her dibs or just grossed out. "Fine. Can I at least borrow him for ballet practice every now and then?" she spoke in a bit of self-pity, "I don't have a balance board at home and his face or balls would be the perfect challenge for me to balance on."

Megan's ballet feet? WHAT?! He thought back to different contests he'd attended. Not only did it wreak havoc on her flats and bare feet... But wouldn't that mean she's standing on one foot on him for hours?

"Yeah, of course, Meg," Veronica said with a twisted smirk, speaking on John's behalf... She had a super obvious tone, like duh, we can use him for anything. "Coool," Megan said with a big smile across her face. She was beyond excited to hone her balance and even try some challenging jumps, like a jete where she leaps from his dick and balls then points her other foot out in the air before landing on his face. Of course, she wasn't that good yet... but practice makes perfect and she had time.

"I don't know if he liked that idea," Krystal said quietly surprised, as she tried to prevent John's dick from getting soft with all the talk of trampling his privates and face for Megan's ballet practice.

"Oh..." Megan paused briefly then quickly recovered with a smile. "Well, too bad? He's.. He's furniture right?" she said with a somewhat dumbfounded tone. Like why should she care? Isn't that the whole point and joke. She twisted his nipple with her fingers, thinking how she was going to go extra hard on him now.

John tried to move his arms. Not only was it dawning on him just how miserable he was going to be but he also felt bad for offending Megan. He wanted to say sorry. Or explain himself? but he couldn't move an inch. He was literally just inanimate furniture, immobilized under their combined 300+ lbs.

He tried to focus on his breathing through his sister's nasty butt cheeks. But her constant fidgeting and wiggling wasn't making it easy on him. She kept cutting his breath in and out. Why is she fidgeting so much? He wondered silently, but was unable to speak or communicate such a question to her.

A few more minutes went by. It had been over 25 minutes since Megan found them and Veronica started sitting on his face. And almost an hour of the game of sardines they were in the middle of.

"Do you think they're gunna find us soon?" Veronica asked, looking down at her nails in a mix of boredom and nerves. "I mean it's been a while. And we haven't been that quiet?" she paused, "And I... have to fart." She looked up to Krystal and Megan with blushed cheeks and a slightly embarrassed smirk. It was the truth, and a natural thing to expect after eating a big Thanksgiving meal. Nobody could blame her but...

"Grooosssss!" Megan's face grimaced, then she laughed. "We're in a cramped crawl space, Veronica. Hold it." She pushed Veronica gently and playfully. But she really didn't want to smell one of her room-clearing farts, while being literally locked in a tiny room together. Krystal felt the same way but had a point, "Won't John just smell it for us? If you like make sure his nose is in the right spot?" They all looked at each other.

Veronica spoke slowly. "That's... good question. I don't know? It's worth a shot." She sat up off John's face, "Let me get his nose right against the fire zone." She looked down at her brother's meek, bruised face... "Hey, chair," she snapped her fingers. "Lift your head and put your nose right against my asshole, please." She smiled as his tired brain followed her exact order to a tee. She slowly sat down on him, descending on his nostrils and bending the already damaged cartilage back even more into his skull.

She let her full weight down and tried not to move. She could feel his gaping nostrils sucking in air right from her asshole, at a very faint speed since there wasn't much room to breathe. I better give him some more air... She thought to herself as he continued to sniff from the nearly perfect seal her ass had made on his face.

"Aww. He's being so obedient," she said in an excited compliment about him to her eagerly waiting cousins. "Now, chair, sniff this fart so we don't have to," she commanded him as if he had literally any other choice. Her asshole was right on his nose and blocking most of the air. What else could he do but sniff it?

PffffffffffppppppHHHHHHHHHHHHTtt.

It was long, and loud. Like muffled thunder in his nostrils.

All three instantly let out disgusted groans followed by girly laughs from the volume of the sound it made. "Damn, girl. How much of that thanksgiving food did you eat?!" Megan asked causing Veronica to shrug, "Like a few plates? It was your mom's baked beans that realllllly did me in. Sorry little bro... Sucks to be you."

John sniffed her gas in, entirely. Her weight and the fart's speed was just too much to avoid, even if he tried. It smelled like actual rotting manure in a gaseous form which was literally swirling around inside his nose. She adjusted her weight on his face. Her face was slightly red. She wanted to seal it in as much as she could. Hiding her shame and protecting her cousins from the stench at the same time.

"I... uh. Can't smell it, though. Can you?" she asked, cautiously optimistic that her brother actually filtered it.

"No, I really can't" Megan smiled. "Thank fucking god," she added, showing again how she'd been on the receiving end of one of Veronica's bean-farts before and barely survived to tell the tale. And that was being in just the same room as her. You can imagine what her farts smells like point blank up the nose...

Krystal was holding her nose cutely. The smell literally scared her. She squeezed on John's dick hard as she could be accident, forgetting that it was even in her hands. She removed her hand and took a brave whiff. Then she laughed, "No. I can't. That's amazing. He really sniffed your entire fart up just like that? Oh my god. I can't imagine how miserable that'd be," she looked down at her hand and realized he was still turned on... But by this point his brain was basically completely broken. All his wires were criss-crossed.

"He's still into it!" Krystal announced then caressed the tip of his dick a little, conditioning him even more to associate Veronica's farts with good feelings. His mind and body were reacting a wee bit differently though. His face was basically having a spasm and panic attack. It was the worst and most disgusting smell he's suffered through in his entire life. So why was his dick betraying him? Making it seem like he liked it?

"Reaallllllllly?" Veronica said in utter shock. She was surprised. Both because that was huge fart she dropped. And John seemed to be fidgeting more. His hands clawed at the attic floor, digging his finger nails into it. Does that mean he hates it? Loves it? Somehow both? But she didn't really care in the end. All that mattered is that he filtered her fart so she and everyone else doesn't have to deal with it.

Wow, she thought to herself. He's really gunna make a better chair than I expected. It may have started as a fun teasing based on his stupid choice of hiding spots in this game of sardines. But her mind was made up. No more fun and games. He was just her furniture and... apparently a pretty functional fart filter as well!

She leaned forward and let her ass cheeks spreads out over his face a little. He stared up at her emerging bubble butt through the denim. It squished his eyes up painfully, but he quickly sniffed in with all his might. Finally some air! he thought for a brief moment. Sadly, he then felt his nose vibrate with a long, bubbly fart. Then she quickly sat back on his nose to seal it up, regretting her strategy instantly when she smelled it a bit.

Megan punched her arm and plugged her noses... Krystal did too. "Ewwww what the hell!? Veronica?! Fuck! That reeks so bad," Megan yelled out and complained. No laughing, she was actually kind of annoyed at first. But Krystal was in a giggle fit, which she briefly snapped out of to say, "Dude, just imagine how bad it is for him to be taking your farts. We probably are only smelling 1% of it."

Veronica was in a laughing fit of her own, feeling utterly terrible that she let some of the gas leak out in the crawl space and made her cousins deal with it. Truth be told, she didn't like the smell of her own farts either. There was something weird about her gut that always made them smell heavy and kind of almost skunky. She'd always been embarrassed by it. "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" Veronica put her hands over mouth.

"Did you love that? Little chair?" she finally caught her composure and asked John. But Krystal responded. "Surprisingly, yeah," she smirked at Veronica as she very expertly stroked his penis, fighting against his dick which was actually getting a little soft from his lack of air and how utterly disgusting her last fart was. Apparently, the conditioning had its limits for now. But Krystal took it as a personal challenge to remedy.

"Then why didn't you sniff it better!" Megan blurted out angrily, and literally punched down on John's balls, then did it once more like a gavel to his privates. They all laughed at the muffled sound of his screaming into Veronica's ass crack. They could really tell he was in pain and he was utterly defenseless. She punched again. She smiled evilly. It was like she couldn't resist pushing a sound effect button- a short delay, then screams.

Wow... All these years I've been holding my farts in around him out of respect, Veronica thought to herself. Then spoke to the group, "Hey, that's good to know," his sister smiled. "So, the chair loves my farts? Huh?" she said in an exaggerated way. "Should I eat more beans then? And more dairy in my diet?" she asked pretty much rhetorically. She was definitely going to eat those kinds of food more. Jokes aside.

John listened and died a little on the inside. His wires were crossing in the worst ways. It was as if his penis was getting stuck in an erection, just from the physical sensation of someone, anyone, sitting and stroking it. It wasn't his sister's butt or, dear god, her disgusting farts to his face that was turning him on originally! No. Not at all. But it seemed to be turning into that by the moment.

Like he was being conditioned to like the feeling of her weight. Or the scent of her sweaty denim, ass cheeks. And worstly her farts. He even thought back 'fondly' on the smell and taste of their feet from earlier in the game? He did recognize that everything they did was gross. Like objectively. And that it was his family, too. He hated that. It made him nauseous. But he was still associating it with arousal. Why?! No. Please, stop this! Just let me go! he begged out of desperation in his mind. But at the same time, he didn't want them to.

"Do you think they left?" Megan asked, abruptly. It had been a really, really long time. The party sounded over and not everyone was staying overnight so this was a reasonable question.

"Yeah... Maybe? Do you want to stay in here for a few more hours, just in case?" Krystal asked, shrugging her shoulders and adding, "I'm comfortable and enjoying this quality time." They seemed to nod in agreement. "Hey! Look, you picked a good hiding spot after all." Veronica said bouncing her ass up and down on his face.

John stared up at her cheeks as they jiggled up then came crashing down on his eyes. He could see the little wedgie line her jeans were making up her crack in the brief glimpses he was getting from each bounce.

"But if we're staying longer 'just in case', is it cool if I take these off? I have a horrible case of swamp ass..." Veronica asked their permission before she started to unbutton her jeans. They all nodded, "Ok- I wasn't gunna say anything but OH MY GOD. Me too!!!" Megan added. Krystal laughed, "Samsees. It's hot as fuck. My pussy is like soaked in sweat" she added which was met with an eye roll from Veronica, "Sure, sweat."

They all laughed as they took off a few layers to get naked from the waist down.

John had a brief moment of reprieve and sight of his sister and cousin's bare ass and privates. He felt Megan's smooth butt wiggle on his stomach, skin-to-skin. Then he felt his own pants lower and Krystal's hairy sweaty, pussy devour and glide all over his dick like she was riding a bull. She did so only in a teasing sense still, trying to condition him to enjoy being a slave to them, without him cummings. It was okay only if she came on his dick or on his face later, when it was her turn to sit on him.

He was almost enjoying himself in an ordinary sense.

Until... he looked up at his sister's bare ass hovering over his face. He could literally feel the heat, which was previously trapped in her panties and jeans, now emitting over his face. He could see her pubic hair around her taint and asshole. Her pubes were rather long and wet looking. She looked down at him between her glistening sweaty legs, "Open your mouth, chair. I don't want to get the furniture dirty. All the sweat around my asshole to be cleaned and ending up only in your mouth. Not your nose or your forehead. Your mouth... Do you understand?" she asked in commanding tone. She was really thinking of him like actual furniture. Knowing that her cousins might want a turn, she didn't want to leave skid marks or ass prints.

He nodded and opened his mouth. His brain was screaming at him not to but he did. He obeyed her. And he didn't even seriously think about questioning what was happening. It just made sense now. His brain was fried and stuck in this game of slavery to his sister, Krystal and Megan.

"Wider, are you kidding?" Veronica said snidely at his pathetic effort. "Oh. And stick out your tongue, as well. I'm going to sit right on it." He gulped and opened his jaw wider. It hurt him because it was very sore already. He stuck his tongue out and felt the little bristles of her pubes as she lowered herself, aiming perfectly for his tongue before she fully sat down. Her bare ass cheeks, unencumbered by her jeans, spread out over his face.

The earthy, bitter and salty tastes of her glazed asshole instantly made him want to vomit. But he held it in. She didn't even have to tell him to lick. He just did so instinctively. Maybe it was the delirium or his brain was permanently rotten but he was thankful for his family and that they compelled him into their forever slave.