The Night My Sister had Bad Gas - Part 02

DING DONG!

“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 the floor as she got closer back to the table and there in her hand was a carton box with an extra-large 16-inch pizza inside.

“Are you kidding me?”

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A short burp leaves her mouth as she assures me that she intends on eating this pizza. A loaded pizza it was, with her second two-liter of Mountain Dew my nerd of a sister was already eating slices of this pizza with two kinds of cheeses, pepperoni, sausage, peppers, onions, and chili powder. It was a marvel just to see her tear through this food. Sure I was a big eater, but my appetite had been lost for the moment, only allowing for my sister to fuel up to even higher heights. I could now be truly fearful for what was developing inside her bowels.

“You should have seen it; they had some big concert while you were out. I mean, it was this big spectacle!” Despite my sister’s loading up on gas she was still the curious girl, telling me about the halftime show. I believed her for what she saw; the halftime show was a big event. It was usually the part of the game where my friends and I would catch up on using the bathroom or getting something to eat, a lull in the midst of the football and commercials.

“Yeah, they do that; did someone show their tits in front of the crowd?” I asked her with a slightly pervy little smile. She looked at me horrified.

“Gross…no, it was a dude singing. You mean someone’s showed their breasts for the halftime show before? Isn’t that not allowed on national television?”

“No it isn’t.” I said as I leaned my back up against the seat, just looking for her reaction to that, still a little shocked that nudity would be allowed. Of course the whole thing had been an “accident” but I didn’t want to spoil it for her. Samantha was quite the prude when it came to showing off her body. Despite the fact that her ass was bigger than anyone else’s we both knew, and her chest was quite large, you’d never see her in a bikini, or even in any kind of clothing that would show off her body. You’d only see her butt in those tight jeans because the clothing world was prejudicing against kids her size (her words, not mine.)

Finally, after what was probably a half hour for the halftime show the game is about ready to resume. Up to this point it had been a rather even matchup, which is best for the game. Some games have been blowouts, some have been neck-and-neck to the end, and some change on a dime due to blackouts, this one at least has been close. But it’s not the game I was really paying attention, it was my sister, already a fourth into her pizza leaning over and blasting out one thunderous fart after another.

PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

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Ten thick and noxious-smelling farts left her ass. Each had a nice bass effect to them but the sounds were distinct enough that you had to account them for ten different farts. But it was the fart after that, with my sister grinning through her geeky façade that blew me away. It was louder, more powerful and much longer.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA……

On the television screen I watched as the ball was being kicked off to the other team as the second half of the game was underway and right next to me my sister was cutting a foul beast. The fart erupted from her ass for what ended up being a much longer outburst than her last ten farts, which were about five seconds or so in length. And this fart was nothing but a long, beefy, bubbly sound that produced something that caused me to shift my vision back and forth from the game. But that’s when I saw what was taking place in the football; someone was running the ball back for a touchdown. Despite having caught the ball on the other side of the field, in their own end zone no less the player was running with the ball down the field, all while a massive bomb of a fart was being cut to the next of me. Samantha was grimacing a she felt the couch vibrate from the power of her vicious eruption of gas. All things considered, her fart was utterly massive, the kind of fart that helped prove to others that she was the kind of girl that everyone feared. This sort of fart she couldn’t do in school, and even in my presence it was borderline deadly to inhale. This fart was that and everything else. It was violently loud, putrid in aroma and so long that I was getting bored to the continuous eruptions of flatulence that continued on and on.

………AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!

Her fart continued, unabated for over a minute and before I was watching the player make it into the end zone with the first touchdown of the second half, all in one play. A play like that happened before, hell a Super Bowl opened up with a similar play in the past, but it was neat to watch it nonetheless. The player had the ball for no more than 15 seconds from start to finish and they had already scored, meanwhile my sister was farting for a longer time. Her fart was stinky to say the least, I mean of course it was, but it came at me in many waves that it would go from horrifically bad to toxic and back and forth. The rotten odor from my sister’s farting had filled the room many times over as her green fog-like gas consumed the living room with an aroma that was still climbing in potency. The fart continued into the first commercial after the scoring drive as she finally let loose the bomb of gas that was surging in her bowels and she finished up. Breathing in a sigh of relief she was panting for a moment as she caught her breathe from the extreme length of the fart.

“Damn!” I told her, not even wanting to bring up the fact that her fart was longer than a single possession of football in the game.

“Oh yeah…it’s coming brother…by the way, did I miss anything?”

“One of the teams just scored.”

“Really? Didn’t the game just come back on?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.” And she leans over and pushes out another three farts.

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I don’t even know how she is able to do it, fart that much. We watched the game for another few minutes, with more of her small farts into the couch. She wanted to keep it as much under control as possible, but she had just finished her entire pizza, eating that thing in almost as record of a time as anything else she had done. She finally sat back up against the couch with another short burp before patting her now full stomach. I saw her stomach protruding outwards against her white buttoned up shirt. She had the look of a full girl, a nerdy girl loaded with food, painfully pushing up against her stomach. I used my left hand to pat it just a little bit to see how full it was, it was nearly rock hard, full of food and then some. She smiled at me as I suddenly felt a rumbling down below. This went on for about 15 seconds as she smiled at me, pushing out her deep fart into the couch cushions as some of the smell came back to attack me.

“Even with all that padding there is still plenty of smelly gas to make it up here.” I said as I pointed to my nose. We continued to watch the game a little bit more as I tried to get myself back into paying attention to the game. Here I was watching a battle take place, the top two teams in the National Football League, one with the best offense and the other with the best defense. For a football junkie there was no better matchup. Even for those who had a passing curiosity to the sport this was a good of a gateway drug into the gridiron spectacle as anything. After a quick scoring drive that resulted in a field goal I watched as they kicked off and began the next drive. My mind must have wandered for a minute, because I don’t remember anything other than my sister yelling all of the sudden.

“Safety!” She yelled as I looked at the TV screen for a moment. And then I smelled it, another silent fart.

“Ugh….Christ!” I yelled as I suddenly began whiffing the fart, much, much stronger than before. Her gas had blasted through her jeans and it was taking in a war of the hottest, stinkiest gas known to mankind, cows couldn’t compete at the level that my sister was now on. Even her past farts couldn’t compete with the kind of aroma she was producing. My sister could only smile as she watched me succumbed to the ferocious stink of her putrid stink. Nose in my shirt I was trying to breathe in the air as her eye-burning gas reached an apex, despite all she had done her SBD wasn’t particularly that bad. I looked briefly as my sister in her jeans. Those pants would retire early, but not after going through the war that was a typical day of covering and protecting my sister’s rear end and its ammunition from the world. Covering those humongous asscheeks was like a privilege for all the denim pants that were lucky, but it also involved a lot of sacrifice and ultimate death as the gas was always too much for them. To count, my sister had three cases of the farts result in having to change her wardrobe, permanently.

Through the whole thing I had forgotten to look at the TV screen, I then discovered to my amazement that a safety was actually scored. They were showing the replay of the scoring play. The quarterback had gone back to throw the ball and ended up in his own end zone. He was tackled by two members of the defense and as he was still holding on to the ball that resulted in a two-point score, a safety. Naturally, my sister had no idea about what I was talking about when I explained it to her. Instead, something else was on her mind.

“I knew I shouldn’t have had that pizza.” She said giggling, realizing that there was a little bit of a limit to her overeating. Her stomach made a small purring sound as she rubbed it.

“Nonsense, continue eating what you want. That Taco Bell yesterday helped.” I said, trying to finally bring up a subject that had been on my mind since yesterday.

“Oh you don’t have to say anything; I was never going to let anyone harm you.” She said with a smile as she rubbed my head with her right hand scuffing up my hair just a little. It was a gesture that I had done to her head in the past; messing around with my little sister in a playful manner and now she was returning the favor.

“Still I am grateful for it.” I told her. Last night we were at the shopping mall in our area. I agreed to drive my sister there as we walked around some of the stores. While she was primarily there to get some new clothes, her jeans were a bit worn out from the “bombardment” they were receiving she spent the vast amount of her time at a comic book shop. I had peer through the windows as she was reading some comic off a rack. Suddenly I could see her stand still for an indeterminate amount of time. Afterwards she took the comic and started fanning her jean-cladded butt for about ten seconds, waving in back and forth as I began watching a parent and her kid, a couple of boys and a host of other people leave the store, coughing from what was obviously a smelly silent fart. After Samantha had stopped fanning her ass she took the comic and continued reading, for another three minutes before walking out of the store, having bought the comic and smiling over the lack of people in the room. She had been annoyed by the screaming kid and his parent. Apparently the kid wanted something and his mother didn’t want to buy it. The screaming had annoyed her so much that she decided to do something about it. I was beaming with pride.

As the two of us were walking down the walkway past more of the shops we came up a couple of guys who started calling me names, making fun of me for being with my sister and sniffing her farts. Ever since that original night when me sniffing my sister’s farts was broadcasted for those to see my popularity in the school and among my peers had plummeted. I eventually was okay with this; while my former life was demolished I became better friends with my sister and her friends, who were outcasts of their own. The two boys continued making fun of me as we walked a little bit more. Finally my sister turned around and accosted them, asking them to stop their behavior. After threating to beat me up along with Samantha, a fight for which I was totally prepared for by the way, she dropped her next silent bomb. It took only a few seconds before they sniffed it and just like that they began backing away. I was so ready to kick their ass myself, fed up with their behavior but my sister had found the right stuff to make them leave without doing a thing. For some reason and against any fiber in my being that wanted to keep my small bit of a reputation in tact I got on my knees and sniffed her butt for a few seconds while some people watched, commenting on whether or not that was the geeky girl from the comic book store. My sister quickly had me get up and we made our way out of the mall. Back in the living room I was reliving those events in my head.

“I’m more than happy, happy to do anything for you, my little brother. No one messes with you without involving me!” Samantha then grabbed my body and pushed me closer to her as she gave me a big hug, snugging me tightly with her long arms as we embraced there for a minute. I was her’s now and I was rather pleased with it. In the past I may have been viewed as her protector, but now she was mine. Through the course of the past year and since discovering her gassiness the two of us had become partially best friends. I aligned myself more with her friends and her habits, I could now tell you the difference between the Borg, the Sith and Hydra. I had endured several adventures on Dungeons and Dragons and saw myself watching Jeopardy with her more often. I had to completely redo my life and where my interests lied. Seeing that I had severed most bridges with my past life as a jock it in turn was opening up new avenues for me that I had never thought. I saw myself getting a little bit smarter and hanging out with people that you could carry a conversation with that didn’t involve profanity or singing rap songs. That’s why I wanted to watch the game with her and not any of my remaining friends or those from college, I wanted to be with her, I wanted to smell her farts and speaking of which….

“Sorry.” Samantha said as she quickly let me go. I got back to my previous position as I looked at the TV screen, it was right there when my eyes started watering profoundly, soon it was a complete flood up in my tear ducts as I began to smell it, she had released another SBD fart and this one was about as bad as they could get, and to my shock worse than her last one. My nose began to sniff at a rapid pace over the horrific gastronomical devastation that my sister was unleashing upon the room. Her seat had to feel like some kind of hot plate as she cut this really pungent fart into the living room. Deep within my sister’s pants, gassy atrocities were starting to be committed that made everything else seem like nothing. She sat there with an almost-deadly smile on her face as she sat there and released this silent burst of wind that must have felt like dropping a duce into the toilet. I began coughing as expected and even after my previous exposure to her flatulence I was still not prepared to handle this. Samantha had looked up at the ceiling as the room as she was filling it up with this brown gas that was nothing but pure death. The fart was probably only about 15 seconds in length but it was strong enough to be noticeable as an act of war. A few seconds worth of this silent but deadly gas was more than enough to stink up an entire classroom by itself; this was a combustible combination that could yet be quantifiable in its power. My face was turning all sorts of shades of color as the chemical compound in my sister’s silent fart was turning into something that was potently lethal. The smell from her massive fart reeked of beans, rotten broccoli, cheese, and onions and gave her gas a powerful eye watering context that was even rare for this particular fart. My face was literally being blinded by the brown gas that filled the room with the most puke-inducing gas ever unleashed by any human in the world. After surviving 30 seconds in that living room with her after she dropped that hammer I hightailed it out of the room and made for the outdoors for a few minutes to get some fresh air.

“Sorry again about that.” My sister said as she saw me run out toward the front door. I was ready to hurl out any of the small amount of food that I had eaten. During my mixture of emotions I was also feeling quite the erection as I witnessed more of my sister’s toxic gas, spreading throughout the house as she looked at the TV and thought about the gas she had just released, even she was surprised to its intensity. I sat down on a couch that was on our front porch, it was cool that evening, not brutally cold but not warm enough to be wearing only what I was wearing, but the cold crisp air was just what I needed. I sat for a few minutes trying to get my lungs back to where they were and thought about all that had happened.

Less than a year ago, I was lettering in football, a well-known guy in school, the definition of jock by all things considered. The last Super Bowl I was hanging out with friends, watching the game as we watched the game reach new heights with improbably endings and debated the football decisions the rest of the night, I didn’t come home until late, but I was happy, I was with my friends in my comfort zone, and now, now I was spending the evening with my sister, the geek. She was more interested in Star Wars, comic books and roleplaying games than Tom Brady, Peyton Manning or Cam Newton. She could tell you the detailed history of all the major eras of the Batman comics but couldn’t figure out how many minutes was in a half of football (a slight exaggeration I think she at least knew that.) But we were all different ends, and then I began to smell her gas and it all changed for me. It’s a hard truth to admit, but something was activated in my head that night that I was not able to get rid of. Human brains are wired differently, there’s no other person in the world like me and no other person like my sister. For her, farting was apparently something that she was good at and for me, smelling her farts gave me an insatiable high. Now, I was indebted to her, she became more of a friend than anyone else and our bond grew much more, especially now that I took on the role of smelling her farts. But tonight’s gas was on a whole another level.

I felt the slight hum of a vibration against the wall of house. There was a quick movement in the glass door at the front of the house as I looked back. The vibration picked up once more as my heart rate quickened. I could hear some more muffled up “bomb-like” noises from behind me in the house as I walked back into the house. There I saw her, my sister lying down on the couch with her jean cladded butt facing upwards as she began pushing out ungodly massive farts. The game was still on but it was clear that she wasn’t paying much attention to it. How could she when she was ripping bombastic farts. They weren’t always very long, but they were very loud, loud enough to shake the walls of the house. Some of her farts that first night were near that strength but here she was doing it with ease. On top of that, the smell was intoxicating, not even half the evilness of that SBD smell from a few minutes ago, but still strong enough to knock out unsuspecting person.

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PPPPPHHHHHOOOOOORRRPPPPPPP!!!!

PPPPHHHHHHAAAAAARRRRRPPPPPPPTTTTTT!!!!!

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“Hi there dear brother, sniff some of your sister’s gas for me please!” Samantha said as she laid down on her stomach with her stinky voice pointed up and ready for me to take a whiff. Taking my mind off of what I had been thinking about I went over to my sister’s ass and embraced the incredible raunchiness of her own flatulence. I quickly angled my head as I positioned my face right into her asscrack. Having experienced some of her most toxic work earlier I figured that I could handle it now, for the moment I was right. My sister’s ass was much bigger than I had remembered from the first time I had sniffed her farts and the aroma of leftover gas hanging around her crack was certainly stronger too. I could smell the fumes from the inside of the crack as I sniffed up numerous intakes of her foul flatulence. Certainly a musky smell of eggs steaming out at an eyewatering pace, even if she had just released her farts the smell was still punishing, but my tolerance to the severity of her gas had improved over time. Until she would cut the silent fart and then there was nothing I could do.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone as passionate about sniffing someone else’s gas as your brother Sam.” I took a quick look and saw that she was doing a Snapchat session with Amanda on her phone. An image of Amanda appeared there as she was lying down on her bed in a nearly identical position.  Amanda much yet but she was actually a quite the looker herself, arguably a little hotter than my sister was, at least before Samantha’s upgrade. Amanda was a red-head, amazingly so, I’m not sure I had ever seen anyone with as red of color of hair, at least tomato-tinted, as she did. A very bright and defined red tone colored the locks of her hair as she had it pulled together in a short ponytail that made it down to her neck. She wore some contacts so that her face was actually pretty beautiful by itself, certainly didn’t scream “nerd” as it did my sister. Below she wore a black hoodie that made it hard to see her C cup breasts, not that she cared much if guys were looking at her or not. Below that she wore a tight pair of pink pajama bottoms with the word “Juicy” written on her buttocks. Even if her breasts weren’t spectacular her butt was, it wasn’t Samantha’s size for sure but it was a nice ass by itself. Guys would find themselves looking at the red-head’s remarkable butt all around school, prompting Samantha to come in and protect Amanda from guys getting too close of a look. Each cheek was a good ten inches in width and protruded out of her backside more so than she would have liked. She often wore some sort of pajama or yoga like pants to help expand to her out-of-place ass since jeans were a little harder.

“I know, he just sniffs it all up for me. I got him hooked the first time and he’s been coming back ever since….hey bro, tell me how these smell.” She said giggling as I felt her asscheeks tense up for a moment before she let loose another round of her super eggy arsenal. Several small toots left her ass as I felt my dick harden up again. My mind had completely lost it as Amanda laughed some more. She could only see a little bit of what was going on as Samantha’s phone was positioned weirdly.

“You ate too much of that chili Sam, your room’s gonna stink like hell tonight!” Amanda laughed as she laid back down, rubbing her stomach. Just then I heard a somewhat loud boom come from the screen on her phone, going on for about ten seconds I looked as Amanda tensed up her face in a deep concentration before finally easing off to a series of giggles.

“Sounds like your room’s gonna stink too!” Samantha said giggling back.

“Oh it already does, it smells like shit right now, all those burritos are killing me, I’m going to be letting off nuclear-grade gas tonight!” Amanda said laughing as I looked at her body on the bed, now imaging the horror that she was inflicting on her own personal bedroom. It was maddening, my sister was letting out mindboggling killer farts and her best friend was releasing her own toxic payload of loud and stinky farts, two friends farting up storms out their booties, releasing farts that were beyond belief.

“Oh I know girl, looks like Gas-Girl’s going to be polluting and tooting all night long!” Samantha said laughing as I moved away from my sister’s ass for a moment and stood there as my sister continued laughing. And without much warning I heard her cut some more terrible thunder.

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My sister’s ass shook once more as she let loose what had to be the largest fart in the past 15 minutes! I looked over at her as she visibly was feeling relief with the release of her large fart. The fart came out with a moist, long toot and ended on a deep bubbly note. I began to get hard once more from the utter length and size of her release as she began to recoil from the smell of this horrendous fart. The fart had lasted for almost 45 seconds and it was very deep and pungent blast. The room had shaken for the duration of the fart, but nothing that would knock anything over. I went in and took in a whiff but found that I could only sniff parts here and there, smelling and then moving away and smelling again. There were many times in which Samantha’s farts had been stinking up the room, but this was different. There was something peculiar about the stench; there was a growing power within the smell of this fart!

The smell of this latest burst of gas was almost as bad as that her SBD from earlier, though it may have been even worse. It had stunk up the room with the thick residue of methane created from whatever brewed in her bowels. As my sister continued to fart I started to feel felt nauseous from the terrible stink. This fart ended up leaving my head in a state of daze as I sat down on the floor in between the table and my sister lying on the couch. The powerful flatus hung around the living room, turning it into a sauna where you could smell nothing else but her gas. It was constant and heavy, a smell of rotten garbage, cheese, eggs and animal shit all mushed together in a collection of the most frightful stinking gas ever. I watched the game as the two girls began engaging themselves in another conversation, all while both of them continued to fart at will. It soon made sense to me why they would do a conversation like this over their phones, the smell from both of them farting at the same time probably made a face-to-face meeting impossible. Sure enough, Amanda was commenting.

“With the power of our farts together, no one could repel firepower of that magnitude!” Samantha said laughing as another three farts left her rear end. At this point, I was simply enjoying the show.

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!!!

PPPPPOOOOOORRRRRPPPPPP!!!!!

BBBBBLLLLAAAAAPPPPPPPTTTTTTT!!!!!!

“See….I can fart over and over again without a worry in the world. Now anyways, how about we get back to our discussion, we can’t just be talking about farting all night now can we?”

“Not in my room, I can’t stop farting!” Amanda said laughing as I heard another farting noise come from my sister’s phone. In response my sister replied back.

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“You must have gone heavy on the chili tonight!” Amanda replied as the two girls didn’t miss a beat in their conversation. Amanda had turned her head back to see that I was trying my best to watch the game as another team was about ready to score. I was trying my best for the moment not to think about my sister infusing the room with a new batch of her own sweet smelling foul flatus. That was a failure as my eyes started to burn a little as I felt the resurgence of pungent wind flow up his nose from the smell generated from Samantha’s farts. It was a raunchy smell that stunk of rotten eggs and shit, along with the vegetables and the beans, it was an overpowering stink added to the already present aroma. I was retreading territory here describing the smell and al but it’s not my fault that my sister wasn’t done farting.  

“Anyhow, they were totally not the same films, sure Force Awakens seems like a New Hope, but it wasn’t the same.” Samantha added to a conversation the two girls were having about the most recent film in the Star Wars sage, a conversation I felt they had before. I’m pretty sure I heard them offer up the same opinions too.

“There was way too much homage in there though. The desert planet, the chosen one, the droid with information, the Death Star, the evil guy, the killing of the mentor….” Amanda rambled on as my sister rolled her eyes. I wanted to shut her up too, the team in white was on the two-yard line and a score would give them the lead again. I slowly got up from the floor with my arms lying across the table as I waited for the play to be made.

“Well no….PPPPHHHHHAAAABBBBBBTTTTTTT….the movie is merely borrowing those images to show a pattern, it’s not….PPPPHHHHHHAAAAABBBBTTTTTTT….a complete repeat. Episode 1 had the chosen one on a desert planet and a ship blowing….PPHHHBBBTTTT….up as well. I still believe that this last one was distinct enough….PPPPHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTT….jeez I’m windy tonight…he..he..he…but seriously, it was distinct enough that it wasn’t a repeat. And yes, I still don’t think that Star Trek Into Darkness was Wrath of Khan all over again, they had completely different plots....mostly….PPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!” My sister continued talking as she went back and forth with her fart machine, pushing out fart after fart in between her conversation and never missing a beat. Meanwhile I had watched the touchdown being made by the team in white as I was completely disconnected from the game now, more focused on my sister’s conversation with Amanda than with the game, now entering the fourth quarter. It was certainly a volatile stink that she had created, more smellier than even her usual gas episodes, but that may just have been her larger size having an impact.

“The scene with Kirk and Spock, that was the same fucking scene!” Amanda protested as she went back to Samantha’s point about the last Star Trek movie and personally I wasn’t giving much of a shit about it. They continued like this for another minute or two as I tried to watch the game, luckily the gas had calmed down as she had actually stopped, but soon another idea came into her mind and this time it was something I couldn’t, or wouldn’t want to avoid.

“Hey brother, can you go in and sniff some of this…I’m feeling another round right now, I think I’m going to need my fart absorber right now.” She said as she used two words I hadn’t heard in a long time…a long time, okay like three weeks. Every now and then my sister has another round of “the farts” and asks me to come in and absorb some of her farts, essentially I just breath them in. It’s slightly different from what I normally do, which is just sniff them, though breathing them certainly comes into play then. It’s when I’m in “Fart Absorber” mode that I need to become one with her farts, breathe in each foul eruption and take it all into my system, try to provide the service of not allowing for the gas to enter the room and stink it up even more, which after what we had been through so far was not a very likely prospect. Still I was more than happy to serve my larger but younger sister, I had already gone off the deep end, might as well continue rendering my services to her. The only surprise was that she hadn’t made this request yet tonight, with all her farts, but I wouldn’t want to be a fart absorber during her silent episodes.

“No problem.” I responded as I got back on the couch and moved my body around to be next to her’s and positioned my head over her jean-covered ass. I positioned my head a little different than usual since I open up my mouth and place it against the folds of her jeans right around the location of her asshole and with the practice I’ve had I can approximate my location pretty well. After the fart begins I can move my mouth a little bit if I need to get the coordinates perfect for taking in the fart. The mouth was already tasting the foulness of her gas, leftover on her jeans like the remaining effects of Mexican food being cooked over an hour after the restaurant closes. I breathed in primarily with my nose as the oxygen around in the spot between her two buttocks was very limited and about to become very tainted. She asked me if I was ready, I muffled up an answer as best as anyone could say “Uh huh” with their mouth resting on top of their buttocks and I prepared myself for her first fart.

“Well you better watch yourself Amanda; people who disagree with me can just eat my farts!” Samantha laughed as she said her semi-serious rant over in Amanda’s direction. She moved around her phone so that Amanda could see me with my mouth over Samantha’s ass. The thing about “Fart Absorber” mode? It’s only used when needed, and that usually did not bode well for me and although I’ve learned to love this new approach to embracing my sister’s gas, it still an awkward and very powerful experience. And if she wanted to use me at this stage in her flatulence it only meant one thing, she was about to crank it up even higher. I anticipated the beginning of the fart.

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The sound of this fart is very different and that is largely because of my mouth’s position right there on top of her asshole, the fart makes a rumbling sound that echoes against the walls of my mouth more so than it does against the walls of the room. There’s still an element where the fart sounds as powerful and loud to anyone else in that room as before, but there’s a distinctive differentness behind what she was doing here. It sounded like she was farting into a bottle with my mouth covering her ass as she pushed out the beginning of her long-winded outburst and then the fart’s wretched taste began to be felt. Tasting one of her farts, especially after her eating what she had eaten, is an unforgettable experience. And I thought that sniffing one of her farts was something, tasting them is a completely different thing. It’s a choking experience honestly, one that introduces a really shitty-tasting eggy gas into my mouth and forces me to take in vast quantities of some of the smelliest stuff on the planet. It tastes kind of neutral yet kind of forceful though it’s largely because I’m in such a zone when I’m doing this that my mind is thinking of nothing else than tasting her gas and storing it within my system.

…..FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…….

More of her fart comes out and I continue to ingest it. It’s not so much breathing in the fart as it is in simply letting all your guards down and letting it enter your system and do whatever it wants. The two of us have actually contemplated whether it is really dangerous or not to do such a thing, which is why I rarely absorb much of her farts. The loud thunder of her fart is such so that she is still producing an ungodly sound that rattles the window a little bit as Amanda keeps her head stuck outside. The two girls in fact are still talking a little bit as Samantha calmly yet violently releases this powerful burst of foul gas into my mouth. As for me, I am tasting nothing but her flatulence, my mouth is in the current spot as I take in more and more of her gas, probably something like four liters or so worth of her toxic gas into my system and it is already taken a hold over me. My eyes flicker as I sense the hot gas brush against my eyelids and pierce into them with their raunchiness and my nose is of course burning with the foulest surge of gas yet tonight.

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My mouth continues to remain right where it’s at with me breathing in my sister’s foul fart as I begin to realize just how severe of a burst of gas this is. I could only imagine the skin around my cheeks turning green from the incredible gas being pumped into my system. Samantha continued to giggle up a storm as she felt the gas flow all around; as for me it was as hot as anything you could imagine. The roar of the fart to me was louder than ever, and I continued to be blown by the awful gas coming out of her clenched cheeks, wedging in as the force rippled against my face. My head was no different from her jeans as being a part of her farting dampening effect. The reality of this particular instant was that for than one minute in which my sister pushed forth this fart, my efforts were actually succeeding as I felt more gas being stored up within my own bowels than wafting around the bedroom. The gas was slowly being pushed into the lining of my own stomach as I was digesting what had recently been digested out from my sister. I could taste the five-bean chili, the hardboiled eggs, the large pizza, the Mountain Dew and her earlier meal of egg salad, a hellish food of which I would have preferred never to hear its words uttered again. I was gulping down air and gagging on it at the same time, the smell was worse so close to the source. My sister was laughing harder than ever as she felt the incredible heat flow out of her ass and into my face. And then she began to fart up again, larger and louder and smellier.

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“Damn those were big!” Samantha cried out as she laughed some more at my displeasure. As for me, I was in a trance as I inhaled and took in her farts as much as I could. For the second fart it was okay and my effort was still paying off with a minimal amount of her gas filling up the bedroom but upon the third fart I began to feel the gas become too much and found myself taking my mouth off her ass just a little bit as I tried to lessen the disastrous impact of her gas on my system. I was coughing and gagging just a little bit more and found more of the gas pushing away from my mouth and back into the air. In some spots there was gas hovering around my face that had been taken in through my mouth and expelled back out before entering my lungs. My lungs themselves were trying to make heads and tails of the air coming into it but luckily farts contained a decent amount of oxygen and I found that I was able to ingest them more and more. After her last big fart was done I was quick to leave my position against her jean-covered rear end and sat there back on the floor while my gaze when all over with my mind floating around in a metaphorical cloud of delusioness for up to the next minute, trying to acclimate myself back to the fact that I was still in my family’s living room and not in some sort of torture chamber. And despite all of that, I loved being her fart absorber; it was a powerful experience that I sadly couldn’t do all the time. I finally got up and went back to the kitchen to get some water.

“That’s not too bad of an absorbing job brother, you took that rather well.” She said giggling as she saw me looking around the room as I tried to rid myself of the foulness within my own body systems. Of course the room still stunk up to high heaven of her gas.

“Girl those were sick!” Amanda said as she looked back through the window and saw Samantha waving the air around her once more.

“Oh come come Amanda, you know those were okay, I mean my brother took them in rather well.”

“Yeah, I guess so…..uh oh…..shit….” Amanda said as her voice changed with a sudden urge to do something, we all knew what it was.

“What is it now?” Asked Samantha.

“What do you think, I have to fart again. I’ll call you back later.” Amanda said with her biting her lip to help ease her from the extreme stomach pain she was feeling. Suddenly the phone call ended as Amanda went on to probably cut some colossal wind, and perhaps use the bathroom too, which is why I thought she might had to leave. Samantha began snickering to herself as she responded back to me.

“Amanda’s going to shit herself.” She said laughing as I joined her in the laughter. Samantha lay back down on the couch as she continued farting, it was ongoing for her, five minutes had passed before I reentered the living room, reeking of her rotten egg gas as always. You will never in your life see anyone fart as much as my sister was right now; she was almost certainly farting up to 100 or more times an hour and had no signs of stopping.

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“Goddamn Sam, that’s too much!” I cried out as I reentered the room with her blasting out one massive fart after another. She was simply on another plane of existence as far as her farts were concerned now. Each fart was over ten seconds in length and she could not stop farting. The food inside her stomach had provided her with the means to produce ghastly smelling bomb-like farts out of her butt, shaking the air around her with a thunderous fart that repeated itself. I looked at the television as it showed the game was now halfway through the fourth quarter. After another 20 farts came out of similar size and power as the last 10 she finally called for me to come back into the living room, smelling like….well you couldn’t describe it without being there, but it was way beyond nasty.

“You know, it sounds like you’re going to shit yourself too if you keep going at this.” I walked in, trying to be a little funny as she laid there on the couch. I could tell from her demeanor that it had changed a bit, she was practically regretting the kind of gas she was having now.