Smothered by My Sister
by UnknownShorty

Growing up it was always just the two of us hanging around. We spent most our time watching the same things on tv or playing video games together.

However, as we grew older our tendency to come at each other started to grow. It wasn't much at first, but eventually I knew we would have to find some way to put our differences aside.

Being the older brother, I always sought to avoid confrontation by all means. Unfortunately, I occasionally, unintentionally said the wrong thing at the wrong time. Not a great characteristic to have with an already highly sensitive little sister...

The only thing that saves me is having our parents around to keep us in check whenever we started riling ourselves up.

Today was going to be much different...

Our parents were out of town for the four day holiday weekend on a cruise trip. They trusted us to get along and told Hailee she was in charge while they were gone. I scoffed at them on their way out, my older brother pride taking a sharp blow. Hailee simply smirked and skipped away to the living room.

I followed along as she turned on the tv and looked for our favorite shows to watch. I wasn't really in the mood to watch anything so I suggested we boot up the wii sports and play some 1on1s like we usually do at night.

She pretended to genuinely consider my request and responded with a quiet, "no".

"But Hailee, don't you want to see if you can finally beat me at tennis?"

Having been given the confidence from our parents that she's the one in charge, she tilted her chin up and and glared back at me with a taunting look on her face.

"Mom left me in charge, so we're going to watch what I want to watch, ok?"

I laid back on our jumbo circular chair, defeated but in no mood to fight with her without anyone around to keep her in check.

I wasn't backing down just yet though. We were about three quarters the way through one of our favorite shows when she paused it to go pee. Having remembered the tricks i used to pull before, she warned me not to even think about touching the remote.

"Fiiineeee, but hurry up, the show's almost over."

I decided I was going to do it anyway. I mean, what's the point of having an older brother around if not to annoy his little sister. So, as soon as I heard the bathroom door close across the hallway, I sprinted into action, swiftly swiping the remote off the couch across the living room and booting up the wii.

In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have backed out of the on-demand recording because now we're going to have to rewatch the entire episode over again, including commercials, but I wasn't thinking about that at the time.

As soon as I got everything ready I tossed the remote down on the circle chair and sat on it, hoping she would see the wii sports menu and give in after searching for the remote after a minute or two.

A minute later the bathroom door opens and I hear Hailee's barefoot footsteps steadily stepping back toward the room.

"You better not have touched the remote Hunter."

I tried so desperately to hide my smile from what I had done but as soon as she stepped into the room my act of innocence was done for.

"Ok, this isn't funny, where's the remote?"

I shrugged my shoulders with a slight grin on my face.

"I don't know, maybe it's in the kitchen."

She glanced over the room and back down at me, practically hovering over the chair I was in.

"No, you're lying, you have it tucked away somewhere."

Clearly I underestimated my sister's detective skills. But as she started looking around the spot I was sitting in I couldn't help but sink deeper into my slumped position. And I had room to spare too because the chair was so large and circular that it could feasibly fit two medium sized people, and Hailee and I were very fit thanks to the exercise we got daily (Hailee went to gymnastics which helped her with flexibility and balance while I gained strength, endurance, and rhythm from breakdancing and basketball)

"Give me the remote Hunter."

I shook my head.

"Give, me, the, REMOTE."

She lifted her right knee onto the chair, followed by her left. It was all so sudden I barely had time to react. I instinctively reached down and grabbed tight to the remote I was still sitting on. As the added weight of her getting on the chair pushed me down, she noticed my hands wrapping around something underneath me.

"Give it back!"

"Never!"

Her right knee pinned me down but I maintained a firm hold on the remote. Then she started clawing at my hands. Her nails scratched and my arms as she dug into my grip and slowly forced open each finger. Realizing my struggle was becoming futile, I slowly gave up as she yanked the remote out from underneath me.

"Got it."

With both of us catching our breath, I thought everything was over. As I sulked in my defeat, Hailee turned around and switched the channel back to our show, realizing were going to have to rewatch everything again including the ads.

"You did not..."

I could do nothing as she forcefully dropped down on my lap and took all the air out of my chest.

"This is what you get."

She adjusted her position in my lap until she felt comfortable. Then, she leaned back until she could feel me pinned against the backrest of the couch. Her platinum blonde hair draped over my mouth and eyes. She had me so well pinned that I couldn't move any of my legs, arms, or head. I couldn't even see the show because the back of her head was smothering my face.

"We're going to watch the show I wanted to watch and you're just going to have to deal with it."

Never in a million years would I ever wish to be in this position with my sister sitting in my lap and totally immobilizing me, much less for an extended period of time such as this. But I couldn't ignore it.

I could feel every shift in position she made to get comfortable. Over the next 42 minutes all I was allowed to experience was the weight of her expertly positioned pin against my chest and lap. The only thing that kept me sane was the brief glimpses of the tv I caught in my peripheral vision through the hundreds of bright blonde hair follicles cascading over my face.

Finally, the episode was finished and this humiliation would be put to rest. Or so I thought...

"Let's watch another one."

She playfully wiggled around to elicit a response from me. She was probably loving every moment spent humiliating me in this position, our 1 year age gap practically unnoticeable on account of us having indentical heights, weights, and builds (although she was much more shapely on account of the gymnastics, whereas I was more blocky)

After hitting the first commercial break 8 minutes into the show, I pleaded with her to let me go from this misery.

"Please get off of me Hailee, this is enough."

She leaned forward, finally giving me some room to relax and breathe after all the torment.

"Why should I? You don't ever let me win against you when we play video games, so..."

She began to lean back once more as I frantically thought of another alternative.

"WAIT! What if we wrestle, double or nothing!"

She went back to leaning the entire weight of her body back on my chest as my legs started going numb.

"Hmmmmm... what do you mean double or nothing."

I tried to respond but seeing as she already had me back in her fullweight lap sit, I choked on a couple strands of her hair. Determined, I fought hard to shift my head to the left and blow her hair out of my mouth.

"If I win we do wii sports rest of the night, if you win i'll be your personal servant and do whatever you want."

I knew she was already having so much fun keeping me pinned like this, so I had to give her an offer that would really entice her to let me go.

"Alright, fine, I accept."

She lunged off of me like a gazelle, leaving me to let out a gasp that was much louder and strained than I was expecting.

"But, you have to be on your knees at all times, you can't stand up."

I agreed without paying much heed to the serious handicap I placed on myself. I was too focused on gathering my strength back from the mentally suffocating pin she had me in for the past hour now.

"I'm going to stretch real quick before we start, I think you should too."

I finally got u to my feet and walked to the front of the living room where Hailee stood in her yellow t-shirt and black and white running shorts she had back when she was much smaller. Ff u ask me she had already outgrown those shorts twice over but every time I told her they looked super tight on her she always said they're just really comfortable. They were made of a very soft, very thing fabric which gave little resistance to a wide range of movements, perfect for a gymnasts like herself. But, if she grew any more I feel like they would turn into underwear the way they hugged her body.

"Hey, do you want to change before we get started?"

I thought she would pick up the hint that I just wanted to have a respectful fight in proper attire.

"Are you kidding? This outfit is perfect, you're just trying to delay cause you know you're going to lose."

I angrily grunted under my breath.

"Ok then, you ready Hailee?"

She fixed her shorts and shirt and walked up toward me.

"Yeah, I think so, don't forget to get on your knees."

I knelt down as she placed her hands on my shoulders. She paused for a moment in this position.

"How do we start?"

I looked up at the eager expression plastered across her face.

"I mean I can do a countdown or you can just start it."

Before I could even breathe in after finishing that thought I felt her aggressively pushing me back. I had no time to even ready myself and plant my legs into the ground before she had my back against the carpeted floor.

"Got ya."

She exhaled loudly from the force of her push while I tried to figure out exactly what just happened.

As I shifted my eyes off of the ceiling and forward to where Hailee was, I noticed she was already halfway on the way to wrapping her right leg over my stomach in an attempt to pin me down.

I quickly rolled to the left and escaped, forcing her to abandon her pin attempt.

"Almost got you there bro."

We started walking around the table in the middle of the living room, sizing each other up. Although, she was walking while I crawled to my knees.

"Yeah, but almost isn't going to cut it against me."

As she closed in on me around the corner of the table, I saw my opening. She miscalculated the distance between the two of us and overshot. I pounced on her legs, trying to forve her down to the ground. As she fell, I heard a somewhat loud thud before she hit the ground. Although I didn't see it, the sound was unmistakeable. She hit her head on the edge of the table.

Luckily, it was a very slow fall so I initially thought she was fine. But then she started tearing up.

"Hey Hailee are you ok?"

I barely heard her tiny cries as her face started turning bright pink. I seriously thought I screwed up hard and was going to have to find some way to explain this to our parents in a couple days.

"Oh my god i'm so sor-"

Within an instant I was back on the ground. She had grabbed hold of both my shoulders and pushed me down so hard I don't even recall moving at all.

"Wait Hailee wha-"

Once more I could finish my sentence as she had turned herself around and butt dropped my chest. I wheezed and coughed due to the shock of it all.

"Can't believe you fell for that, got ya loser!"

She scotted herself back until her butt was sitting right on top of my chest, her legs straddling each side of my body and her thighs closing in to lock me in place. Then, she lifted her feet and put them over my mouth, taking turns smothering each of the slots between her toes right up against my nose for a couple seconds before I started gagging from the smell.

"Like the smell, Hunter?"

I let out a resounding no, but most of it was muffled by her feet rubbing up against my mouth. I couldn't even struggle because of the pin she had on my chest. Luckily, she grew bored of this position pretty quickly.

"So, give up yet?"

"No, and there's still 2 more rounds!"

She smiled mischeviously.

"2 more rounds??"

She started scotting back even further, the view of her small shorts growing ever larger.

"I don't remember anything about 2 more rounds..."

"STOP! NO! Hailee! Hmmph-"

My vision went almost completely dark as her shorts engulfed my face. My face quickly morphed to the shape of her ass and fell almost perfectly inside her crack. Everything about it was flawless. Only, that was the problem.

"Haha, sniff that Hunter!"

I tossed and turned my lower body as she started to really settle in on top of my face. She couldn't help but giggle at the predicament she had put me in. Not only was I stuck in her ass, she had done it so well that I could barely breathe.

Now, one might say barely breathing is a plus, but definitely not in this case. Her shorts were so warm and damp from the sweat of us wrestling that she might as well not even be wearing them at this point. I could smell everything, all of her. And all I was wishing for at that moment was for her to press down just a little further so I could suffocate and be done with this torture.

But she liked it. She liked the torture she was putting me through. Being the 'little' sister, I bet this experience was all that much more enjoyable and confidence boosting. She had me right where she wanted me. And each time she felt me struggling to breathe with my nose almost touching up against her asshole, was another little boost of superiority she felt over me.

"Now remember from now on that this is where you belong Hunter."

Now I remember how important it was to have our parents around to stop us. They must've known she would've done something like this. But, me being the idiot i am, I decided to rile her up anyways and where did that get me? Back against the ground, face smothered in her ass.

"I might just sit on you like this the rest of the night."

I wasn't going to tap, I had to stay strong. Then, I heard the distinct sound of the tv turning on and another episode playing. I looked up to see what was going on but could only make out the top half of her back and her platinum blonde hair hanging over her left shoulder. She was seemingly incredibly relaxed, her back slightly arched due to her gymnastics training but her demeanor remained calm. Meanwhile, I was enduring what felt like the pits of hell as the warmth inside her shorts caused me to confuse her sweat with my own.

"Man this must be so sad for you, stuck under your little sister's ass."

Despite knowing any sort of attempt to talk back to her would just be muffled because of the sheer depth i was at inside her shorts, I still tried couldn't even muster up a whisper. I was helpless, pathetic, barely even able to move. For her, it truly was the most perfect circumstances to put me in my place and make sure I never forget it.

"Come on bro, do something... get up... escape..."

I didn't move and instead resorted to faint groans into the dark prison she kept me in. I'm sure she hardly heard them but she probably felt the vibrations because she wouldn't stop giggling when I did it.

I'm not really sure how much time passed, but every second inside her facesit felt like an eternity. How could the one simple act of her sitting on my face lead me to experience so many things all at once?! The smell, the weight, the heat, the sweat, the darkness. It was all coming at me at once and all she had to do to force me to experience it wad sit there. Just, sitting there, relaxing, on top of me. No biggie.

Over the next 3-4 minutes, I wrestled with the idea of tapping out to go to the next round, but she had already switched the TV on and diverted her attention mostly to that. It feels like in her mind she probably believes she already won. In many ways, I would have to say that's true. She cleverly tricked her opponent into letting their guard down and has now proudly kept them in a inescapable facesitting pin where they don't have to tap out cause they can breathe, but still have to experience all the things that come with being in a facesitting pin.

Finally, my mind was clear. I decided I would lay here all night if I have to. I'm NOT tapping out to my little sister in such a humiliating way. No way, I'll show her I won't back down and can withstand her hold on me. I've already lasted the last, i'm going to guess 30 or so minutes under her ass, what's the rest of the night? I'm better than her, I'll show her.

Finally, the episode ended, and from what I recall there were no more new episodes left for her to watch. Maybe I had just hit my lucky break.

"Hey, how come you stopped struggling? I can still feel you breathing in there but you're not putting up a fight anymore..."

I gave no reaction whatsoever, all I was focused on was surviving for however much longer this was going to last.

"Don't worry bro..."

I felt a drastic shift in her posture, my hopes starting to rise. A portion of her weight lifted up off of my face as a slight bit of 'fresher' air brushed across my mouth and nose.

"Grrrnnghhh."

Hailee started groaning, the reason of which I had no clue at the time. She just kept doing it over and over again, a long groan followed by a disappointed sigh then a 3 second silence followed by a groan and so on and so forth. This lasted for about a minute but I was NOT complaining. Eventually, I was able to turn my head to the side, soaking in the cooler air and fresher smells. But she caught me almost immediately as my gasps for air could probably be heard across the entire house.

"Oh no you don't! Get back in there."

With my right cheek laying on the floor and my left cheek smushed by her behind, she scooped up the right side of my head and forced me back face up into her shorts, only this time she used her hands to make her ass wider as I inserted, again, perfectly into her butt, my face forming what looked like the perfect shape to mold into her crack. Once my descent into her shorts seemed to have stopped, she twisted her torso to look back at the pathetic position she had placed me in.

"Wow, all I can see is a bit of your hair poking out from underneath my ass."

She reached her right hand back and grabbed onto as much of the hair on top of my head as she could.

"This should motivate you to struggle some more..."

What followed was a 3 second long SBD that felt like a skunk bomb had just gone off directly up my nose. With her right hand firmly grasped around my hair, she pulled my face up into her shorts as deep as she could. I wish my nose had already been scrunched close by her facesitting position, but with the way she initially sat on me, my nose was perfectly able to press right up against the origin of her noxious gas release. I practically formed a seal around it so none of the air would escape, all of it was going to go straight point-blank inside of me.

"Haha, that's more like it Hunter! Now you can't do anything BUT sniff it."

She was right but I felt like there was straight gasoline fire running down my nose. It was so strong I was even tasting it and none of it even got into my mouth. She had awoken a newfound fear inside of me. I started bucking wildly, thrashing my legs around like a madman, but her grip on my hair pulling me inside and the force from her weight keeping me pinned down left me nowhere to go.

"You know what's best about the silent ones? Even if someone was watching, you and me are the only ones that know it happened. All they are going to see is you randomly struggling for no reason and I only know why. That's hilarious."

A minute passed and I could still feel the effects like it had just happened. Hailee wasn't even smelling any of it and that pissed me off. She just kept laughing.

"WOW, you actually can't do anything right now, can you?"

She gripped my hair even harder than before, continuing to keep my nose firmly smothered where it was. I was done, nope. No more of this. I'm out. I tapped rapidly on her thighs, to which she let go of my hair and grabbed both my wrists, pinning to the ground.

PPPFFFFSSSHHHTTTT.

She let out a bubbly one directly down my nose, this one much more potent than the last. It smelled almost as bad as it taste, she practically should've just sent it straight down my throat at this point cause that what it felt like. Luckily her underwear and shorts were providing somewhat of a barrier between her fart, or else things might've ended up much worse than they already were.

"Whoa, that might've been a wet one!"

She tightened her grip on my wrists and pushed down hard as my face disappeared between the seam in her shorts. She looked forward and watched as my legs kicked left and right, flexed up and down, and my body jerked every which way to escape her devastating assault on my airways. She did not budge an inch and kept everything she did sealed inside of me.

After another 5 minutes, the smell began to dwindle and my useless struggling came to a halt. I thought it was safe to relax. Then she shifted her posture slightly up until my mouth was now mere centimeters from the danger zone. With my nost now smother between her two cheeks, I had to breathe through my mouth.

BRRFFFPTTTFFFFT

The reverberation of her gas straight down my throat paired with the sight of my legs and entire body clenching upon the release causing a victorious uproar of triumphant laugher from above. Then, she grabbed both sides of my head by the hair and sealed me inside her ass, my muffled moans turning into drowned out pleas for mercy. She simply grinned as I started giving up completely.

"haha, suffer."