Sister's Friend
by QicenoQ

I leaned against the backrest of my living-room couch & let out a heavy sigh. Unless someone enjoys boredom & annoying customers, this was a titular bad-day.
I kicked my feet up on the coffee table as I opened Netflix on the TV. I don't even know why I do it anymore; it doesn't even have anything good on it nowadays. Let alone, stuff I haven't already watched.
Regardless, this was my break after a grueling work day, and I wasn't arguing. But as the list of shows & movies popped up, my attention was taken away.

*knock knock-knock*

The sound of knocking at the door made me roll my eyes. The pattern was familiar; Brooke.
She was my sister's friend, and had been since childhood. Oddly, she always felt like the sister I would rather have. She bullied me a lot less; or rather, wasn't as crude in comparison.

I stretched my back as I approached the front door. Upon opening it, I was met with a worrying sight.
Brooke had eyeliner running down her face, and her dark-auburn hair was messier than usual.
I felt my tired frown leave my face instantly, and I backed off to the side to let her in. Brooke sniffled as she walked into the living room.
"I'll text Tyra, she's at the gym right now though, so it might be a bit before she gets here."

"Okay, thanks..." Brooke tiredly remarked, walking toward the couch & sitting down in my old spot. She then saw the TV screen.
"What were you going to watch? I'll put it on."

"Ehh, I don't even know. It's just a habit that I open Netflix now." I replied after closing the door.

"I feel that." She responded, wiping the makeup off her face. "Can I pick something? I haven't had an account in a while."

"Be my guest." I answered, walking to the opposite side of the couch before sitting.


This routine was becoming familiar. Brooke gets back with her ex. Then they fight, and they try to make it work for a few days. Then he does something stupid, and Brooke comes to see Tyra.
And repeat. I hate seeing it happen to her.

Brooke has always been good to me; at worst, a less-malicious Tyra. Being my older sister's life-long bestie meant Brooke a knack for picking on me too, but she was definitely more tame in comparison. At least less aggressive & rude than my sister; instead, Brooke was kinda condescending & playful, trapping me in headlock-reminiscent hugs & only letting go of me when I hugged back... sometimes...

I looked over at her from the corner of my eye. She looked desolate, staring blankly at the TV as she scrolled. Yet she seemed too deep in her own mind to even process what was on screen.
Her outfit was notably extravagant; a short black dress that revealed her curves more than her usual casual attire. Her caramel-colored thighs were basically being squeezed by the bottom of the dress. Her lipstick was equally black, making her stick out with a gothic aura.
It must've been a date night when something went down.

"... Brooke?" I began. She turned to me.
"... I'm not the best with stuff like this, but it's never too early to vent. At least in my opinion. ... I'll listen, if you want to talk about it before Tyra gets home... And if not, I'll understand.”

She paused for a bit. Then, with a shaky sigh, she put the remote down. "... We were having dinner at that Italian place that opened last week." She began, laying against the backrest. I turned to her, doing the same.
"He left to use the bathroom, and he forgot his phone. ... He doesn't like me looking through his phone, but he got a text, so I did... He's been sexting another girl... Not even one fucking week after us getting back together..."

I wasn't sure what to say. It wasn't really anything new; minus the change in setting. I could only shake my head disapprovingly before looking back at the TV.
Brooke sighed as she did the same.
"... What am I doing wrong...?"

"... You're picking the wrong one..." I replied honestly, although I began to regret how abrasive I was. I turned to see her look at me with widened eyes.
"... I-I'm sorry, Brooke, but-"

"No no, you're right... You're absolutely right, Tiny...~" She used her nickname for me before a half-smirk creeped from her lips. I sighed in response after hearing it for the thousandth time; even if it put her at ease.
"... I think I should probably stop calling you that. Is it fucked up that I call you that all the time? I'm sorry..."

She wasn't wrong. Between the two girls, I was noticeably short. Brooke was 5'10, with Tyra being 5'9. They both had a few inches on me, as well as more meat on their bones. Especially my chubby gym-going sister.
"It's not your fault that Tyra stole my growth spurts from me."

Brooke snorted, then laughed harder than I would've expected. She normally only laughed like that around Tyra. I couldn't help but smile myself, entirely out of pride.
Brooke continued to smile at me for a bit, now ignoring the quiet TV.

"... You really do deserve so much better, Brooke."

"Aww, thank you.." She hummed. I then sighed a quiet breath of relief.
It grew quiet in the living room again, but the sound of the couch cushion shuffling alerted me. I turned to see Brooke closer to me than before. She pouted slightly as we met eyes.
"... I was going to hug you when you weren't looking..."

"Well, I caught you." I retorted. She smiled larger than before, which resonated with me at that moment. As she turned back to the TV, part of me wanted to continue trying to comfort her.
"... You can still hug me, if you want.."

"... Really?" She asked eagerly. I shrugged before stretching my arms out. "Aww- yay~! You never let me hug you before!~"

Brooke excitedly crawled toward me before wrapping her arms around my torso; burying her face in my chest. I was quick to recoil; this was much different than the usual headlock she would put me in. Seeing her straddle me was flustering.
"W-Woah-" I instinctively remarked, holding my hands out awkwardly. Brooke made herself comfortable, laying on my body like I was her pillow. I could see the top of her head for the first time; her messied, dark hair was conditioned to silk-quality.
She basically had me pinned as I let her embrace me harder than ever before. I couldn't help but blush, noticing the curves of her posterior as she straddled my legs.
But after a while, I returned with my own weaker embrace.

"... Do you want me to stop...?" Brooke said, looking up at me with mild disappointment. I undeniably felt awkward, but much more comforted noticing how much Brooke's demeanor had switched from when she first got here.

"You're okay." I replied, feeling too bad to let her go. She buried her face in my shirt again, somehow squeezing me even tighter than before.
It was genuinely surreal how much had happened within a minute. From awkwardly & barely consoling Brooke to letting her hug me. I could feel her breath warming up my shirt as she laid against my body.

Brooke then looked up at me again, grinning happily.
"I’m not letting you go. I'm sorry, but you're mine to hug for the rest of the night. Okie~?"

"Until 9:00, at least..." I remarked, making her pout. "Sorry Brooke, but I have work tomorrow-"

*Beep-beep-beep!*

Before I could finish my sentence, my alarm went off. She then lifted up as I reached into my pocket & pulled out my phone. Coincidentally, my sleep-alarm went off.
"Oh wow, I must've lost track of time..."

Brooke stayed on me though, smiling as I tried to get up. She then giggled before burying her face in my shirt again.
"No- you're not going to bed. You’re my cuddle toy forever.~" She squeezed tighter. I could feel her giggling deep in my chest as she made sure I couldn't get up.
I rolled my eyes slightly as I let her embrace me some more.

Then, to my shock, the front door opened. Brooke pulled back & looked over her shoulder.

Tyra walked in, much later than usual. Her blonde hair was still put up in a bun, and her gym clothes were covered in sweat. Her thick, pasty legs glistened in the light from the ceiling fan. If she wore makeup, it would've surely sweated off by now.
At this point, she would already be at Brooke's side. However, she only stared at the sight; her best friend basically straddling her worst enemy. But more specifically, I could feel my sister's stare burning a hole through my chest.

"What... What is that?" My sister asked, pointing at my shirt. I looked down to see my work-shirt, once pearly-white, was now stained with run-off mascara, along with a mysterious black blot in the middle; the exact shade of black that Brooke's lipstick happened to be.
Tyra bounced between me & her friend, while I bounced between them & my stained shirt. Brooke eventually slid off & covered her mouth.

"He let me hug him-" Brooke said through her hands, then fully obstructed her face. Tyra turned to her.
"He never let me hug him before-"

Tyra leered at the stain on my shirt, while I got up & backed away. She only shook her head before shrugging.
"Eww? Ugh- You can leave now."

"Yep-" I replied before rushing out of the living room, down the dark hallway. I couldn't help but feel my skin crawl as Brooke's makeup coated my shirt. I knew it wasn't that bad, but it felt weirdly wrong.
I walked into my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I then took the shirt off, holding it out in front of me & analyzing the stain. It was tremendous; no bleach could possibly get this out.
With an eye-roll, I took it off & tossed it into my hamper; along with my pants. With nothing but boxers on, I got into bed & laid down.

I could hear Tyra & Brooke already laughing together. It usually never happened that fast. Deep down, I couldn't help but feel relieved that I helped make Brooke feel better. It was the least I could do after years of her sticking up for me against Tyra.


...

...

*Creak*

I jolted awake as the sound of my door creaking filled my quiet room. I looked at my phone to see 4:48 AM displayed; minutes before my alarm was set to go off.
Before I could even get up, my lights came on, and my unadjusted eyes were quick to clench shut.

"Good, you're up." Tyra's familiar voice spoke as the lights turned back off. "Sorry to wake you up so soon, but we need to talk."

"Ugh- what?" I tiredly replied, turning my lamp on. Tyra stood at my door, wearing some worn jogging shorts & a loose T-shirt; her pajamas.

"About last night." She followed, walking over to me before sitting down on my bed. "Brooke told me everything. Y'know, the usual stuff. But she talked about you, like- a lot more."

"W-... O-Okay?" I stuttered. "Why couldn't this wait, Tyra?"

"Because I wanted to talk about it now." She answered with her usual brash monotone. "Look, to keep it short: Brooke is a little... into you."

That woke me up. My eyes widened as my sister stared at me.
"... P-Pardon?"

"What you did to comfort her last night really stuck with her." Tyra elaborated. "I've never heard her talk so much about you... You probably made her feel better than anyone ever has; including me. She actually cried when I said that you two should get together."

"W-WHAT?!" I then yelled, fully awake. Tyra continued to stare dully at me, as if it wasn't as crazy as it truly was.
Before I could continue, I turned back to my door. It was still open, and I grew suspicious.
"... I-I’m glad that you’re feeling better, Brooke!”

"She left a few hours ago." Tyra replied. I turned back to her and scoffed before getting out of bed, walking to the door. Upon looking down the hall, the rest of the house was noticeably dark.
Tyra walked up behind me & put a hand on my shoulder.
"Dude, she left. Go back to your bed & sit."

"... You didn't actually tell her that..." I said as I turned back to her. Tyra only rolled her eyes.

"Yes I did."

"No, you couldn't have-"

"Yes. I did." Her monotone voice grew more agitated. "Now go back to your bed & sit. I'm going to tell you what we're going to do, and then I'll let you get your last few minutes of sleep."

Even as an adult, I knew not to test my older bully sister. I trudged back to my bed before sitting down on my mattress. Tyra closed my door.
"You're off this weekend, right?" She asked. I tiredly nodded. "Good, so is Brooke. She's going to come back over tonight, and I'm leaving you two alone. You are going to stay with her at all times. Anything she wants to do, you will do."

"No, I'm not doing that..." I shook my head in denial.

"Yes you are." She simply commanded, as if not giving me a choice. She blankly stared at me, expecting me to follow through. Yet, despite never testing her authority, I couldn't this time.

"No, Tyra. I can't do it!" I retaliated. "She's been your friend since- forever! And I've known her since I was sentient. She's like family to me..."

"Oh?" Tyra responded before storming over to my hamper, then pulled out the shirt I had tossed in earlier. I cringed slightly as she held it up, displaying the stain left on it.
"Ew. Seriously- fucking- gross. This is what you call family?" She asked before tossing it back in. I rubbed my eyes as she crossed her arms.
"I don't get why you're so against it, anyway. You said it yourself; she deserves better. And you're a lot better than her douchebag ex."

My heart sank as she repeated my words from last night. Tyra then approached me, but didn't sit down. She stood in front of me, towering over me as I sat before her.
Suddenly, she turned to my table, and grabbed my phone. My stomach dropped as she walked away with it.
"What's your password?" She sternly asked. But despite the iron grip she had over me, I couldn't help but retaliate.

I stood up & reached for her hand, but she shoved me hard. I felt the wind leave my chest as I stumbled onto my bed, landing hard enough to make me groan.
Before I could regain my senses, I felt a sudden pressure hit my stomach. I wheezed as a warm mound squeezed whatever air was inside my lungs back out.
I tried to sit up, but the weight shifted to my chest. I was locked to my bed; my feet being free, but too tired to help me.
Then, to my horror, the pressure moved up again. A soft, firm mass of warm fabric brashly smothered my face. My eyes then widened with horror, as her thick legs began to pin my arms painfully; this was a familiar feeling that I had hoped to never feel again.

The weight of my sister's ass crushing my face forced me to scream. The smell was immediate; earthy, musky, and insanely sweaty. She hadn't showered at all since coming home from the gym, and the odor from her fat ass was proof.

"Mpph! Nnnmph!" I screamed as I tried to throw her off, but she was way stronger than me. While I tried to free myself, she leaned back & began to lounge; using my face as a cushion.
This was one of her many forms of torment she had used on me. Name-calling, punches, & headlocks were her most common ways, but when she felt truly bored, I would become her cushion. Sometimes, it was as simple as sitting on my head. But when I pissed her off, she made sure that my nose was right up her crack.
"Nmmph- Tmmpha!"

"Good job, dumbass." Tyra sarcastically remarked, putting her feet under my head. "You should've fucking listened to me. Oh, and heads up; all that commotion you caused just shook my stomach up a lot. I have to fart."

"Mph- NNNMPH!" I began bucking harder. My nose was in the absolute worst spot; no question. Tyra's gas was terrifying. It didn't matter what she ate; whenever she let one out, leaving her vicinity was all one could do.

Thankfully, the crushing pressure on my head lifted. I immediately turned my head to the side & coughed from the odor that began to taint my nose.
"*kof* P-Please! I-I can't do it again, Tyra! P-PLEASE!"

"Then tell me your password." She once again requested.
I shuddered as she took control. Pathetically, I couldn't help but whine from my predicament.
"... Suit yourself."

"No- NO!" I tried to plead, but she grabbed a handful of my hair & jerked my face forward. She then landed on my face again. The sight of her jogging shorts occupying half of my vision made my stomach turn. She looked down at me over her shoulder; pressing her feet against the back of my head. My nose was deeper in her crack.
"NMPHHHH!"

Ppppbbrrrrrrrrppptt! Phhrp..

A bubbly fart then jetted entirely into my nose. My eyes clenched shut, forcing tears out as my sister bombed my nasal passage with a meaty fart.
I thrashed & gagged from the stench. It was already awful from a distance, but taking it directly up the nose had to be illegal to some degree. The cindering heat of it cleared my sinuses, probably for the rest of my life.

Bbbrrrrrrrrrrrt…

Tyra stayed seated on my face as I writhed under her, but eventually sat back up. I once again turned my head to cough, this time gagging hard.
She looked over her shoulder again before grabbing my hair, once again turning my head with ease. Her grip was too strong for me to turn away again, and I immediately began sobbing.

"Just tell me your password already. I can do this all day."

"T-Two two zero nine! Two two zero nine!" I began repeating my password repeatedly as I cried, folding to her torture method in no time. I could hear the tapping on my phone above, annoyingly followed by the unlocking noise.

"Good choice." Tyra hummed. Then, evilly, she sat back down. My nose was once again crammed between her cheeks, making me scream profoundly.

Bbloorbt!

She then mercilessly bombed my nose with another wet fart.
"Don't scream or I'll fart again." She then commanded. I balled my fists as she had me at her mercy. I could only cry & squirm; something she undeniably enjoyed.

The sound of her typing continued for several minutes. That entire time, my face remained lodged against her swampy crack. The sound of my alarm then started, but was immediately turned off by her.

prrssssss...

"Ugh..." Tyra groaned calmly, while I once again tried to buck her off. I didn't scream again, but the short barrage of gas forced me to cough a lot. I couldn't move my arms to get her off, but that didn't stop me from trying.

Tyra eventually gripped my hair again, making sure I didn't turn away from her ass as she lifted again.

"Brooke is coming back over tonight." Tyra stated, showing me my own phone screen. A text I had sent started the conversation, stating:
"Hey Brooke, I just wanted to check in. I know last night was rough for you, but I've been thinking about that hug. If I'm not being too forward, is it ok if we hang out sometime?"

And surprisingly, Brooke had already responded: "omg?? you weren't the only one who felt that spark :) I would love to! I'm coming for another hug after work >:)"

"..." My anxiety skyrocketed as Tyra officiated my date with her best friend. Having no say in it myself, I definitely felt wronged. Even if it was for a good cause.
"... Ugh- okay, fine! J-Just get off me already..."

"... Nah, I'm not done." She continued, squeezing her grip even tighter before dropping again. I immediately whined into her ass, terrified from the thought of her farting again.
"As I said earlier; anything that she says, goes. You only get a say if she lets you. And if she has even one complaint-..."
She paused slightly. Then, to my horror, I felt her buttcrack push out slightly.


Pppfffrrrfffppt...

I thrashed as a long, bassy fart then seeped out, corrupting my entire respiratory system with the smell of digested protein. Tyra remained seated on my face as I tried to escape again; having years of practice, she masterfully kept the acrid miasma in my lungs for as long as she could.

Pbbrrrsssphhhh…

Another fiery dose of protein-gas lit up my nose.
Then, unsurprisingly, my constant retching was followed by the contents of my stomach rising. The sound of me burping made Tyra lean back, keeping my mouth closed with her weight.

"Swallow it." She growled. I cried as my mouth flooded with vomit.
"You can stay down there all day if you want. Swallow your puke, now.”

A defeated gulp prompted Tyra to finally sit up again, letting go of my hair as well. I turned to the side again & began dry-heaving in an attempt to clear my abused lungs.

"You wouldn't want that to happen again, would you?" She continued her statement from earlier, shaking her hips in my face; her firm butt jiggled slightly, making my stomach lurch again.

"N-No..." I exhaustedly admitted defeat.

"Good." My evil older sister eventually slid off of me, letting me gulp the fresh air that she had been restricting.

I felt sick as she tossed my phone back onto my bed, then exited my room. I wiped tears from my eyes as my stomach continued to flip. That last fart was pure evil; my nasal passage still burned from it.
I looked back down at my phone after several minutes of recollecting myself. Surprisingly, Brooke had sent even more texts.

"What did you have in mind btw? We never got to watch something on Netflix last night"
"I found a movie that you might like"
"We should hug while we watch it hehehe"
"you won't have to worry about me getting makeup on your shirt this time lol"
"Or I can wear makeup again"
"and you can just"
"not wear a shirt"
"lol im kiddinggg"
"helloo"
"say somethinggg"
"heyy"
"heyyyy Tiny you better start typgin"
"typing*"
"heyyyyy"

I picked my phone back up and opened the keyboard, but I didn't know what to say. But the thought of messing up & pissing Tyra off horrified me to my core.

"Sorry, I was getting dressed. Whatever makes you the most comfortable, you look great regardless"

I cringed at my own text message, then tossed my phone onto the bed. I wasn't much of a flirt.
I then spritzed some cologne onto my face & hands before scrubbing viciously, now lacking time to shower. As I slid some clean pants on, Brooke texted back:

"omgggg o////o omgomgomg"
"See you tonight :)"

The pit in my stomach never went away as I walked through the dark house. Tyra's bedroom lights shined from under the doorway. I could feel a scowl form on my face just from thinking about my controlling bitch of a sister.
My anger stuck with me after using the rest of the mouthwash. I then finally walked outside, taking my usual path along the sidewalk. Work was within walking distance & I thankfully wasn't going to be late; I had plenty of time to dwell on all that I've experienced since last night.


Work felt faster today than usual. I considered it God’s way of reminding me of what I would be doing tonight.

I wasn’t keen on it, to be honest. My sister bullied me using her worst method possible this morning, all because I didn’t want to date her best friend; someone that I’ve known for years. Part of me truly thinks that this is an elaborate prank meant to humiliate me.

As I locked the door to my place of work, I looked down the dark sidewalk and prepared for a decent walk home. But that was cut off by a pair of headlights shining from the darkness out of nowhere. I turned to see my sister’s car sitting in one of the parking spaces.

I groaned as I walked over to it, knowing she would probably punish me if I didn’t.

“Hey.” Tyra said through a rolled-down window. She then held a small bottle of my cologne out.
“I grabbed this for you.”

“Gee, thanks.” I hummed, annoyed as I took it away from her. “I wouldn’t want to smell like your ass on this forced-date.”

I then opened the back door and sat down. My sister looked over her shoulder.

“You need to stop being such an asshole.” She instructed. “You’re going to be on your best behavior tonight. Brooke needs this, and you have no reason to be bitching about it.”

“I gave you a reason this morning.” I retorted, tired of Tyra. “I’ve known her since childhood, bla bla. Nothing that you say will change that this is weird as fuck.”

“Keep talking.” Tyra then vaguely threatened me. That was enough for me to shut my mouth; I did NOT want to be sat on again.

We cruised down the road for a few minutes before arriving at our house. The lights were on and Brooke’s car was parked in the driveway.

“I need to go to campus for something, and I’ll be back at around midnight.” Tyra then stated. “Remember; whatever she says, goes. If it sounds like she wants to do something, you would love to. Got it?”

“Yeah, fine..” I huffed as I exited the car.

I then watched Tyra’s car pull out and drive away. Somehow, watching her disappear around the corner made me feel less safe; I didn’t know what Brooke wanted to do, but if that hug was anything to go by, I wouldn’t go untouched for the next few hours.

Begrudgingly, I walked up the steps and opened the door. A sudden wave of popcorn-scented air then hit me, making me loosen up. It was warmer inside than it was outside.

The coffee table in the living room was dotted with different junk-foods; a bowl of popcorn, another bowl with small candy bars, and a cooler with alcohol. Being 19, I couldn’t drink it, but I shrugged it off; I would just get some water.

Suddenly, someone appeared through the walkway into the kitchen; Brooke. She was wearing a pair of high-rise black leggings that covered her midriff and a grey crop top hoodie. Her dark-auburn hair was in a much more casual, neat style compared to last night. She didn’t have on much makeup, but she was wearing some pink lipstick that clashed with her caramel-colored skin.

She smiled down at me. “Hi.~”

“H-Hey.” I responded, looking around. The living room was much cleaner than it usually was; a candle was lit on a table near the TV, which was displaying Netflix.
“How was your day?”

“It was alright..” She hummed, then walked closer. “Yours?”

“Same old same old.” I nodded. She pouted her lips before walking past me, then sat on the couch. She patted the spot next to her, and I followed.

As I sat down, an awkward silence formed between us. I turned to see her staring blankly at the TV. She noticed me looking at her and smiled.

“Hey..” She then began. “... A-Are you okay with this?”

“With..” I asked.

“Y’know… Dating… me… of all people?” She confirmed. “We’ve known each other since we were kids, and I’m your older sister’s best friend. I’m older than you… are you fine with… us?”

“I-I don’t see why not.” I hummed, trying to please her as per Tyra’s instructions. Brooke smiled at me.
“Truthfully, I’ve a-always had a bit of a crush on you. I’m still a little shocked that you’d want to be with me of all people..”

“Aww, hey..” She scooted closer to me; our thighs were touching, and she was surprisingly warm.
“You’re sweet to me. It’s a nice change of pace. Besides, I like that you’re shorter than me.”

“W-Why?” I asked with a confused smile. Brooke pursed her lips before turning her body to mine.

She then pushed me onto my side before crawling on top of me. I was too dizzy from the short fall to notice at first, but I looked up afterward to see her hands on either side of my head. She loomed over me.

“Because I can do whatever I want with you, silly.~” She straddled my lap after responding with that insane statement. I shuddered as she sat on my lap.
“For instance; I want another hug. What’re y’gonna do to stop me?~”

“N-Nothing.” I stuttered. Brooke’s smiling jaw fell a bit at my compliance.

She then leaned in toward me before sliding her arms under my head. Her face was close to mine.
“Good boy.~” She purred as she snuggled me.

She felt so much warmer tonight for some reason; I squirmed under her weight; her cheek was pressed against mine.

I didn’t fight her, but my heart was pounding like crazy. I did expect a hug, but not one that was this immediately sensual.

“You’re so cozy..~” She hummed as she laid on top of me. I then noticed my hands awkwardly laying by my sides, so I moved them up and hugged her around the back. Brooke hummed with comfort, pulling me even closer.
“I can lay like this forever. In fact- I’m not even giving you a choice. You’re not going anywhere this time.~”

“O-Okay.” I felt like an automated machine as I responded to her, just spouting out any agreeable statement that came to mind. Brooke giggled at my awkwardness.


We stayed like that for a bit. I thought she would fall asleep on me, and my entire night would be spent in an eternal hug with Brooke.

That was until she pulled back a bit; I no longer felt her breath hitting my face, and I could take a breath of pure air.

“So… what are your limits?” She then asked. I was confused by that, and she could detect it.
“Like- y’know… In a touchy kinda way..”

“Oh, uhm…” Part of me wanted to answer honestly; I already had a feeling that I would have a panic attack if she tried something crazy with me. But Tyra’s face nagged in my mind too hard for me to put up that boundary.
“I-I don’t know. Do you w-wanna find out?”

“... Ooooh.~” She smirked at me. “Hehe- yesss.~”

Out of nowhere, Brooke then puckered up before leaning in. I didn’t turn away in time, and her lips soon planted against my own. That was my first kiss, and I didn’t have the reaction time to consent to it.

For a kiss though, it was anything but gentle; she hugged me tightly, not allowing me to turn away from it. She breathed heavily as she did it, and I could see her skin growing a bit red. Her breath tasted pretty bad; like old buffalo chicken and coffee.

I still hugged her around the back as she kissed me. After what felt like several minutes, she pulled away and allowed me to catch a breath.

“Mmh~ you seem okay with that.~” She then hummed with an eager grin. How she couldn’t feel my chest throbbing was crazy to me.
“I have another idea though. Close your eyes.~”

I felt anxious as I did. I felt some shuffling on my torso, as if she was sliding up.

Just then, I felt a tremendous amount of pressure on my face. What felt like dense, soft fabric smothering me made my eyes rocket open. I couldn’t see anything though, but I still felt Brooke’s arms on the back of my head.

I didn’t know what was happening solely due to how frantic I was feeling. I tried to turn my head, but I was locked in place. Brooke giggled above me, clearly getting a kick out of my struggling.

She finally stopped, and I was shocked to see her bosom moving away from my face. She just smothered me with her boobs.

“Hehehe~ what about that?” She asked, sliding back down. “It wasn’t too much, was it?”

“Ugh-” I was still trying to recollect my breath. “N-No.. I-It’s fine..”

“Eeee!~” She hugged me again, laughing emphatically. “Mmh~ finally. I never thought I’d meet a guy who likes being smothered, but he was under my nose this entire time!~”

Brooke continued to celebrate while hugging me. I had to take that in; she had a smother kink, and she was not the catcher.

Despite not being the biggest fan of that revelation, I couldn’t deny that Brooke’s happiness was starting to wane on my negativity. Hearing her giggle the way she did made me feel happy for her. She absolutely needed this.

I hated to say it, but maybe Tyra was right; I was doing a good thing, and it took my own sister making me puke with her farts to understand it.

Brooke pulled away again, straddling my lap once more. She looked down at me eagerly.

“I’ll give you a teeny, tiny break.” She then offered. “Let’s pig out and watch that movie I was telling you about.~”

I could get on board with that.

…

Me and Brooke sat close to each other as we watched her movie. I turned occasionally to see her smiling as she hugged my arm, resting her head on my shoulder. She practically had to lay down on the couch in order to, but she seemed comfortable.

I was beginning to warm up to her. I still wasn’t totally crazy about the kissing, but just being near her, knowing it made her happy, was enough for me to get on board.

Eventually, the movie ended. We watched the credits for a bit, until she grabbed the remote and left the tab.

“We have another couple hours until Tyra comes back home.” She hummed. “Can I pick something else?”

“Yeah, go for it.” I nodded. Brooke smiled as she scrolled through a list, opening a tab full of TV shows.

She stopped at one, but before she opened it, she turned back to me. Her familiar smile glowed.

“Hey.~”

Her tone worried me. “W-What?”

Brooke didn’t spare a moment; she bounced toward me and landed lip-first against my own, shoving me down onto my back again in the process. She basically pounced on me for a kiss.

She giggled as she locked lips with me, then grabbed both sides of my head with her hands. I felt her thumbs under my eyes; her other fingers gripped my hair. She was making sure I didn’t have a choice.

“Mmph-” I groaned a bit, then felt something that made me shudder; tongue. Brooke slipped her tongue past my lips and teeth. Tasting her spit made me shiver harder.

I lightly pressed on her belly in a minor attempt to tell her to calm down, but she only giggled again before pressing harder. She was ravenous.

She did finally let go though, and laughed at my surprised expression. Her laugh felt a bit different after that unwilling kiss, but I shrugged it off once I was granted that break.

“Hehe- sorry. You’re just… so fucking cute..~” She purred, tracing her finger on my neck, then down my chest.
“I could just gobble you up~ mmhehehe..~”

I was still recollecting my breath as she teased me. She got back up though, then grabbed a beer from the cooler.


Csssp-


She cracked it open and took a long sip before sitting it on the coffee table, then leaned back in.

“It sucks that you can’t have any.” She hummed. “But on the other hand; I turn into a bit of a fiend when I drink too much. You don’t mind though, do you?”

“A-As long as you don’t eat me..” I tried to be playful. Brooke smirked.

“No promises.~” Even if I knew she was joking, I didn’t even know that for sure.


Brooke then started one of the shows, laying the remote back down on the table. She turned back to me, licking her lips.

I really didn’t want another kiss. Even if it went against my entire purpose of ‘dating’ her, I needed an out.

“H-Hey..”

“Hm? What is it?” She asked with a smile.

“Can we- uhm… I wanna… be the big spoon, if that’s alright..”

“You- ooh, awww! That’ll be cute!~” She tilted her head. “Hehe- I’d love to!~”

Brooke stood up as the show played, patting the cushion. “Lay down then, mister.” She instructed.

I slid down the couch a bit and laid on my side. Brooke looked down at me for a bit. “... Oh- there isn’t much room, is there?”

“I-I’m laying as far back as I can.” I scooted back as hard as I could, but the backrest was preventing me.
“Dang it..”

“No no- it’s fine!” Brooke responded, then turned around. My eyes widened at the size of her ass in those leggings; as mixed as I was on her presence at this point, I would be a fool to deny that she was physically stunning. Tyra ruined butts for me, but Brooke’s was something else.

She then sat down; her butt touched my crotch, and she scooted back even further. I shuddered at the warmth of her butt on my groin. She then laid down in front of me; I was shorter than her, so her head blocked the TV.

Brooke scooted back even further. “Oh hey, there’s more than enough room.~” She hummed, shaking her hips. My biggest fear right now was getting an erection from the motion.
“Cozy?~”

“V-Very..” I replied, then hugged her around the waist. Brooke moaned with comfort as she put her hand over mine, intertwining her fingers with my own.

“Good. Because I’m never leaving.~” She somehow scooted back even further. I had a faceful of her hair to deal with, but the comfort was unimaginable.

I couldn’t see the TV, but I was honestly content with just falling asleep back here. Brooke held my hand as I hugged her, and she occasionally sipped the alcohol as she watched the show. It was some referential comedy cartoon, and some of the jokes made her laugh; jokes that I didn’t get.

I felt myself doze off behind her. As comfortable as I was though, one thing kept me awake; what she would do if I fell asleep. More specifically, what I would wake up to.


Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff…


As I bounced in & out of my slumber, I felt something on my lap; something hot. Something very, very hot, and it began to travel up to my face.

Just then, Brooke jolted a bit. She looked at me over her shoulder. As she did, something new hit me; a smell that was so revolting that I almost gagged immediately.

“... I-I forgot what I was-” She then stated, confusing me. “I-I’m sorry-... Plug your nose or you’ll die-”

The smell was insanely ripe; like digested spices and meat, but a thousand times stronger. Brooke just farted on my lap. As soon as I processed it, I heard her sniffle.

“H-Hey, it’s fine..” I hummed, rubbing her belly. Brooke stopped herself from crying.

“N-No, seriously. Please plug your nose. I-I don’t want you to hate me..”

“I-I couldn’t-” The smell was fucking unholy, but I powered through it to make her feel better.
“I-It’s natural-”

“No- I’m just a disgusting pig.. Don’t call that natural..” She said, plugging her nose. “Ugh- I’m revolting..”

“You’re not..” I fought the urge to plug my own nose. To be fair, she was still holding my hand, and my other one was under her torso.
“I-It’s fine Brooke, I promise. It’s just a fart..”

“Mmph… W-Why’re you so forgiving?” She sniffled again, and this time she did break down a bit. She cried, presumably from my kind display.
“Y-You have no reason to like me after that..”

“I promise Brooke, I don’t mind it..” I was running out of ways to say that it didn’t bother me.

But somehow, it seemed I reached the end of my efforts. Brooke grabbed my hand tighter, then backed up even further. I was completely sandwiched between her and the backrest.

“A-Are you sure?” She asked, sniffing one more time. Her voice was shaky and embarrassed.

“I promise..” I rubbed her belly again. She stifled a short laugh, then shook her hips.

“O-Okay, well… I have a lot more. I-Is it okay if I let it out?”

Her question scared me, but I was in too deep. “Of course, relieve yourself.”

“Okay…” Her voice was too cute to match her diabolical bowels. And after hearing her retort, I braced myself for another long, burning, silent fart.


BrrbrrRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPPPT!


To my surprise though, a loud, bassy fart then rattled my crotch. It shot out like a cannon, and soaked into my pants.

“Oop-” She covered her mouth. “I-I thought it would be quiet. Mmhehehe~”

“Heh..” I was surprised by her power. I thought Tyra was the queen of having a nauseating ass, but despite Brooke having the butt of a goddess, she was blowing my sister out of the water.

It smelled revolting; somehow stronger than the dense SBD from earlier. I once again had to stifle my own disgust.

I rubbed her belly again, and she hummed pleasantly. “That’s helping a lot.~” She said, snuggling closer somehow. At this point, I was being squeezed by her and the couch.


BBROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPT!


An even louder fart erupted against my lap. Brooke sighed calmly after bombing my crotch.

The smell was so putrid that I actually did cough this time. Brooke looked over her shoulder.

“It’s okay, I promise.” I hummed. Brooke looked at me for a bit before giggling.

“Okay then.~” She pressed my hand tightly against her stomach. “I never said to stop rubbing. C’mon, you’re not done yet.~”

I went back to rubbing her belly.


Blrrrbrbrbrbrt!


Proooooooooorbbbbbt


Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff…


In the span of a couple minutes, she let out a few more farts. How such an attractive frame fit so many profoundly gross emissions in it was shocking to me. I managed to stifle my coughing these last few times, but it was close each time.

Brooke then let go of my hand, then shifted on the couch. She turned around and faced me, then grabbed my free arm before sliding it behind my back.

She kissed me again, sliding her leg between mine. It felt different being kissed while also trapped in a cloud of her gas, but on a positive note, her beer-breath & whatever she ate before our date distracted me from the smell. I was fine being trapped in this kiss, but that was saying a lot given what she just cracked off into the room.


BrrrrrRRBRBRBRBRBRBT!


She pushed out another bassy fart, this time into the rest of the room. It sounded so much louder without my lap to muffle it. She continued kissing me after shamelessly letting it out, then pulled back.

“Thank you..” She then said to me, sliding her other arm under my head. She hugged me tighter.

“For what?” I asked. Brooke smiled.

“For being you.” She answered. “You’re sweet, you like the same things I do, and you don’t shame me for my gas. I… I actually love you..~”

“W-Well, I love you too..” I responded. Brooke pursed her lips and leaned back in, giving me a quick kiss on the lips.


Suddenly, the door opened. We both turned to see Tyra walking in. She saw us on the couch and smiled.

“Oooh- I’m not interrupting something, am I?” She asked.

Brooke cuddled up to me and smiled back at her friend. “Nooo, we’re just relaxing.~”

“Aww. … You two look cute together.” My sister hummed, dropping her bag to the floor. As she did, we heard her take a short, audible sniff. Her face screwed up.
“... You farted. Didn’t you, Brooke?”

Brooke then covered her face with both of her hands. Tyra rolled her eyes.

“Yep. Figures. Fuck, it is rank, too..”

Brooke didn’t respond, and it grew awkwardly quiet. I’d spent enough time coddling Brooke after her fart that I knew I had to continue.

“I-It isn’t that bad..” I then stated. My sister turned to me. At the same time, Brooke scooted closer to me.
“It’s just a fart. A-And you’re one to talk.”

“Pff- HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Brooke started laughing loudly into her hands. My sister only looked down at me with a ‘you’re dead’ glance. But hearing Brooke’s laugh made it worth it.

“Whatever, dork. Go to bed, the girls need to talk. No little boys allowed.” Tyra snapped her fingers toward the hallway.

I sat up on the couch, and Brooke uncovered her face before sitting up. Before I could get off the couch though, my date for the night grabbed my hand.

“One more kiss, now.~” She then purred, pulling me closer. I smirked and shrugged, then leaned in. Brooke planted her lips on mine and kissed me again, and didn’t let me go for several seconds.

When she finally did let go, I stepped away from the couch and walked back to my room. I was still mixed on kissing her due to how aggressive she could be, but I was immensely happy with how much I made her laugh.

I closed my door behind me, threw my clothes into the hamper, and flopped down on my bed. The solitude was as welcoming as it was temperate; I needed this.


…


I woke up earlier than usual again, only getting around 3 hours of sleep. I had a slight headache, and was quickly drawn to the sound of laughter from the living room.
I could make their words out. Normally, they would be in Tyra's bedroom, where she had enough tapestries & posters to make it nearly soundproof.

As annoyed as I was for them waking me up, my ear perked at them saying my name. I couldn't help but eavesdrop now, and I crept to my door before listening through the crack.

"I've never seen you smile so much..." Tyra said.

"And I've never felt like smiling so much..." Brooke replied. "It's like he's open to anything. I just wanna do so many things with him now..."

"Yeah. You said he just- let you fart on him?" Tyra then asked. "I mean- it's cool to see you loosen up when it comes to your gas, and I'm really glad that he helped you with it. I know you're really self conscious about it-"

"Nope!~" Brooke intervened. "I don't care anymore. He's right; it's natural. I'm a GODDESS, and she wants to let LOOSE-"

"O-Okay, alright... We have neighbors..." Tyra spoke. "Just- try not to kill anybody again though..."

... Again?

"What do you mean? My farts couldn't even hurt a fly." Brooke said playfully.

"Do you remember the time you caught a mouse in a cup, and we thought it would be funny if you farted in it after we had that spicy curry?" Tyra then replied, making me raise an eyebrow.

"... ... Oh yeah..." Brooke then answered. My heart sank; partially out of sympathy, but almost entirely out of horror.
"... What about him?"

"I'm surprised you didn't kill him..." Tyra said, followed by Brooke laughing. "Actually- that reminds me; there's going to be a taco truck at the mall tomorrow. Do you wanna swing by there with him?"

I had the sudden urge to sneak out through my window after hearing that.

"Mmh... I dunno..." Brooke said, making me sigh with relief. "I didn't eat much earlier today; some popcorn, a beer, some of his soda, and I think... half a buffalo chicken sandwich? And I had like- a sip of coffee. I think Mexican food would be kinda... lethal."

"Wow, really? You didn't eat much today..." Tyra then asked. "... And he seriously never complained about it?"

"I made him cough actually." Brooke followed. My heart dropped after hearing her say it; any negative comment Brooke had on our night made me worry about how my sister would take it.
"I think I kinda liked it though, Tyra...~"

"... What?" Tyra asked. "Sorry, but... what do you mean by that?"

"Well... Y'know I have kind of a smother-kink, right?" Brooke asked, followed by silence.

"... Yeah...?"

"Well... I dunno, I guess I like farting now, too." She continued. "The thought of someone fighting for their life all because I passed gas? Then I can sit down & smother them... They'll beg me to get off, but I'll just fart again~... ... Hehe- is he a light sleeper? I wanna try something.~"

My stomach dropped hard hearing that. I could feel my hand trembling as the urge to escape this house resurfaced.
But thankfully, I heard my sister actually stick up for me.

"Uhm- no, don't do that."

"W-Why not?" Brooke asked. Even I was curious; Tyra never defends me.

"Because he fucking sucks at washing his clothes, and if he got sick on his bed, he'd be wasting money on new sheets."
"... I'll wash them..." Brooke dishearteningly hummed. She really wants to fart on me…

"No, girl. And besides;" Tyra continued. "Even if he honestly deserves it for being a dork, nobody deserves to be woken up with an ass on their face... He'd probably cry…"

"... Aww… I really wanna try it now, though.~" Brooke laughed excitedly. They both giggled again, playing ping-pong with my emotions without even knowing. She wanted that?

"Just- no, girl. Okay? You should ask him tomorrow." Tyra requested. "He'll probably get excited about it anyway, given how much I've done it to him over the years... That's how that works, right?"

"Ehhh... probably not..." Brooke hummed. "You have a pretty scary ass..."

"What? C'mon, it's not that bad.~" Tyra answered with an absolute fucking lie. "It's all natural. I'm not shaving..."

"That, but you also complain about your sweat so much. I'm surprised you haven't hydroplaned off the toilet yet..."

"BITCH?!" Tyra replied, followed by a blunt noise reminiscent of a smack on the arm. Brooke yelped before they laughed again. It continued for an uncomfortable amount of time; it was technically a funny thing to say, but... ew...?

"Well, I think I should go home." Brooke then stated. "So... You said there was a taco truck?"

"Oh? Did you change your mind?" Tyra asked. "Do you wanna go? I heard it's really good. Plus, we can go to the mall for the first time in like- 10 years."

"Hmm... Sure! Okie- goodnight, girl!~" Brooke concluded. And moments later, the sound of the front door closing signalled the end of the night.

I tip-toed back to my bed & slid under my blanket. I had a lot to take in, but my biggest concern was Brooke; She wanted to fart on my face?... Brooke?! ON MY FACE?!
Tyra was bad enough. Now I knew that her ass was unshaven, and that put a very vivid picture in my head that I did not need. ... My nose was in there yesterday morning...
I couldn't help but gag. Literally, I felt like vomiting from the thought of it.

But Brooke... I was seriously anxious.

Knock knock knock

I then jumped after hearing someone knock on my door. It was obviously Tyra, and I was surprised that she even bothered knocking.

Of course, she immediately opened the door afterward, and she turned my lights on as she walked inside.

“Sorry for waking you up.” She said, closing the door behind her. I sat up on my bed as she walked in and sat on my mattress.
“I just wanted to talk about your date with her. Yeah, she’s head-over-heels for you, and we’re going to the mall tomorrow.”

“Okay..” I duly replied, trying not to reveal that I was eavesdropping.

“Anyway… thank you.” My sister then said something I never thought I would hear her say.
“She told me about how you two kissed a lot. For a kissless virgin like you, thanks for being cool about it. Also, how you handled her fart.”

“It was bad.” I hummed.

“Yeah.” Tyra nodded, bumping her eyebrows. We were both in agreement on that. “She uhm… wants to fart in your face. So look forward to that.”

I literally eavesdropped on the fucking conversation, yet hearing that made me anxious. I felt goosebumps form on my arms; the thought of even having my face close to Brooke’s otherwise heavenly booty scared me.

“I think she has some sadistic tendencies, too. She… liked hearing you cough.”

I only nodded as my sister attempted to fill me in. Tyra then scooted closer to me.

“... Do you think me farting in your face made you hate gas more?” She then asked. I looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Y’know… Did me… farting in your face make you hate farts more? Like- if I never farted in your face… Would you not hate them as much?”

I was too perplexed by that statement to give an answer.

“... I don’t fucking know!” I shrugged, annoyed by her casual tone. “I would probably hate them as much as someone who hates farts would hate farts! Why?”

Tyra then looked at me with a stern expression, possibly from my tone.

“If Brooke wants to fart in your face, I want you to be prepared to take them.”

“W-What?” I felt put off by her calm explanation; an explanation, mind you, that explained nothing, because I was left with more questions.

Tyra then stood up before crawling onto the bed.

“Lay down.” She instructed, patting the bed.

“N-No..” I backed up, only to hit my wall.

“Dude- we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” She then hummed with an idle expression.
“Lay down.”

I shuddered as I gathered an idea of what my sister was about to do. I turned to my door, but looked at it for too long.

Tyra grabbed my arms and pulled them so hard that I flew forward, landing on my stomach. She then hopped on top of me, flipping me onto my back.

“T-Tyra, please! I don’t wanna do this!” I yelled, but she covered my mouth with her hand afterward.

“Please, don’t struggle.” Her calm, almost sympathetic tone put me off more than her usual brash bitchiness.
“I’ll get off of you soon, but I’m just going to… desensitize you.”

“MMmph!” I yelled into her hand, trying to shake my head. Tyra let go, but slid her leg over my body. She turned around as she pinned me, filling my vision with her ass.

Then, to my horror, she grabbed the waistband of her shorts and tugged them down. She revealed her panties to me.

“TYRA- NO!” I screamed, but she backed up and landed on my face. I didn’t have the foresight to turn, and my nose sank into her panty-clad ass.
“MMMMMPH!”

“Ugh- shut the fuck up.” She snarled over her shoulder. “It’ll be over soon.”


Brbrbrrrrrrrpppppt!


The smell of rotting meat and shit then shot up my nose as a wet fart barreled from her asscrack. I tried to turn my head to escape the smell, but her weight far exceeded my strength.

She ignored my struggling for a moment, but reached back and grabbed my hair.

“Sniff it and I’ll get off sooner.” She then said, and I chose to believe her for some reason. I took an audible inhale so that she heard it, and immediately almost vomited in my mouth.
“Okay, keep that up. The sooner you get used to this, the easier time you’ll have with her. That, and you won’t make her feel bad. I don’t want you throwing up again if she decides she wants to sit & fart on your face.”

“Mpph- *hrrk*” I gagged into her ass before I could finish my pained moan.


Pbbrrbrrbpt


Another wet fart filled my nose. My sister’s gas was so fucking bad it was unbelieveable. I writhed under her thighs in an attempt to bear it; once it died down, I took another audible whiff.


Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrsss…


“Mph- fuck..” She groaned after lighting my nose up with a bassy butt-burner. I tried to scream, but my body forced out an aggressive, throat-tearing retch that made my chest hurt. I physically could not sniff this one.
“That pepper bowl I had earlier made me super gassy. You’ll be down there for a bit.”

“Mpph..” I whined, hoping that deep down, Tyra of all people would feel sympathy for me.


Phhrraaaaaaaapt!


Rrrrrbbbt


Brrpphh… BrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPT!


I continued taking her farts for a few more minutes. Each one made me react with disgust. Tyra just casually let me have them, and I could feel my saliva growing more & more thin as our cruel session continued.


Grrbrbrbrbrbrbrt


Just then, a truly wet fart vibrated my nose. I tried with all my strength to turn away, and actually managed to pull my face out of her ass. She sat on my cheek, and I took a hard breath through my mouth.

“Ugh- HEEEEEELP!” I then screamed in a desperate attempt for freedom. Tyra reared back and grabbed my hair before tugging my face back forward. I screamed into her panties as I was once again thrusted into her musty butt.

“Nice try, dumbass.” She hummed, then reared back. I watched her pinch the part of her panties that rode up her crack, then pull it to the side. I was met with a truly displeasing sight; her bare asscrack. She sat back down, forcing my nose to experience a physical sensation so appalling that I vomited in my mouth.

Her bare crack was damp and warm, and borderline sticky. Something tickled my nose, and I once again attempted to turn away to escape it. But she kept her grip on my hair, preventing me from freeing myself.


PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF…


A dense, airy gust of fetid miasma puffed up my nose and inflated my nostrils. It was so overbearing that I threw up in my mouth again. Tyra hummed after letting it out; it must’ve been bothering her stomach.

The smell remained, continuing to burn my nose nearly a minute later. I cried into her ass as she made me smell that terrible fart.


Gooooooooooorpt



Brbrbrrrrrrrrss…



Prrrbbt



Ploooooorpt!



Brrt



Pffffffffffhhhhh…


My torment continued for several grueling minutes. Her farts remained unstomachable, but I was too exhausted to fight her.

She finally got off after her latest emissions failed to make me react. I took a hard breath through my mouth after she sat up & pulled her shorts back over her ass.

“I’m done.” She hummed, sliding off of me. I wiped my teary eyes before coughing. “But if that didn’t work, keep this in mind; if you make Brooke feel bad about her gas in any way, I’ll do this again. And again. And hell, I might take a laxative. Do you want that?”

“N-No..” I said, shivering.

Tyra slid off my bed and walked to my door, leaving me alone. I rubbed my burning nose and cried.

This was hell. Truthfully, I don’t know if I can ever love Brooke knowing that Tyra wants me to be with her. Spite alone is the reason for that, and it’s strong. I hate my sister.


I laid in bed after dousing cologne on my face, and wondered what tomorrow would be like.