The Night My Sister had Bad Gas - Part 03“Be with me please.” She asked as I walked back over to the table. More farts rumbled out of her ass, spewing forth more toxic gas with each rip, my sister couldn’t be contained. She continued farting for another minute like that before there was a relative calm. By this point my mind was off the game, her gas had become something else entirely and then she asked me to feel her stomach. I felt it through her shirt and it was enough to feel the bubbling go on inside. It was a cauldron of gastric juices brewing up something incredibly powerful as she looked at me with some concern in her voice. My sister was feeling rather giddy earlier about her gas but now she had a look that signaled something big was about to happen.The Night My Sister had Bad Gas - Part 03 by SellCon2762
“I’m sorry.” She apologized before she sunk her head into one of the couch cushions and pushed deep on her bowels to prepare for the bomb, her other farts had been mere appetizers to what left her ass next.
The Night My Sister had Bad Gas - Part 02DING DONG!The Night My Sister had Bad Gas - Part 02 by SellCon2762
“I’ll get it!” My sister’s voice echoed out as I slowly opened up my eyes, a daze had filled my mind as I looked around and saw the last part of the halftime show on the TV screen. I looked around and noticed the smell of my sister’s farting was still around, but was subdued from what had attacked me. I was surprised to see that I was sitting back in my normal seat, but considering that she was bigger than me I thought she had carried me. I rubbed my eyes as I touched my nose, still warm from the burning hot egg gas that my sister had deposited on me. She was certainly at a level where I could not smell every fart to leave her ass today. As I got up I thought about that for a moment, I was happy that I could not smell everyone at point blank today, it filled me with pride.
“Yeah, sorry about that smell, here’s a tip for you.” I heard my sister in the background as I heard the door close up behind her. I felt her footsteps on th
The Night My Sister had Bad Gas - Part 01THE NIGHT MY SISTER HAD BAD GASThe Night My Sister had Bad Gas - Part 01 by SellCon2762
Samantha Fernley’s brother back here once again for another riveting tale about my sister and her ever-increasing farting. You see, my sister has grown up a bit since I last talked about her, through some sort of competition in which she was taking part in she’s grown nearly nine inches since that gassy outburst last Easter. That’s right, NINE INCHES, back on Easter she stood at a height of 5’8, an inch shorter than me, now she’s 6’6 in height, so tall that the top of my head reaches her nose which give me a rather awkward view of her breasts from my eye level. If anyone would have told me a few years ago that my sister, still a complete geek in most senses of the word, would be much taller than her athletic brother I think they would have been viewed as crazy, but her weekend adventure at that farting competition, that’s what she called it, changed all of that. She was tall and still pretty skinn