The Night My Sister had Gas - Part 3I was out somewhere up to about 30 minutes as my eyes regained their vision. Despite that, my Sister’s bedroom stunk once again. The smell hovering around her bedroom was perhaps the most repulsive of any I had smelled all night, but Sister was still farting. Whatever she had been cutting, the amount of foul-smelling flatus that floated around her room was hideous to smell, being a mixture of burning rubber and skunk, mixed in with the already present rotten eggs and meat smell that hung over. And then I noticed my Sister was lying down on her bed in nothing but a white shirt and a pair of pink panties. She was watching some kind of program on TV, an anime cartoon I believe, one I’d never seen before. Her computer had gone dark as my Sister was watching the program while resting there on the bed.The Night My Sister had Gas - Part 3 by SellCon2762
“Oh hi there brother….I was wondering when you were going to be back up.” She said with a slight laugh as she looked down at me. I saw that my notebook had been o
The Night My Sister had Gas - Part 2Even she was pinching her nose as took in another inspection-whiff of her fart. The familiar rotten eggs stench of her farts had produced something that smelled as if something had died in her butt, but then again what else was new? Her butt really was becoming a force of its own, but it wasn’t nearly as strong as the force that came out from her butthole, forced into the deep caverns of her buttcrack and finally released into the world as a fog of ultra-stink. My Sister had full command of whatever happened to me that night and in her bedroom and as the stench started to spread over she was quick to find out that it wasn’t just being restricted to her bedroom. About two minutes after she had pushed forth this bomb there was a knocking on the door as I was quick to make my escape to behind my Sister’s bed.The Night My Sister had Gas - Part 2 by SellCon2762
“Sam….was that you?” Our father asked as he was quick to plug up his nose with his right hand, quickly confirming what he already knew.
The Night My Sister had Gas - Part 1THE NIGHT MY SISTER HAD GASThe Night My Sister had Gas - Part 1 by SellCon2762
Or rather I should say the night my Sister had GAS, and not just any gas, mad gas, insane gas, over-the-top gas, gas unlike any I had ever witnessed before. It was a Friday night just over a year ago where my Sister, Samantha Fernley, had such bad gas that it changed my life forever. One could probably count on one hand the number of people who had worse farting episodes than my Sister did that evening. Her gas wasn’t just abundant or raunchy or extensive, it was legendary. That’s right, my Sister was releasing the kind of gas that only legends could produce and even then may only be able to do once. You had to be there to witness the specialness of that evening, after which it felt natural that such an event had to be recorded. Maybe even in the annals of human history could such a story be necessary. I still wonder to this day if scientists could have made something of her gas that night, that she was passing gas so much that th