The Night My Sister had Gas - Part 1

THE NIGHT MY SISTER HAD GAS

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 there was something medically wrong with her. If I had known my Sister’s secret I’m not sure if my change in lifestyle would have occurred sooner and if that would have impacted my behavior then, but the deed is done, my life is forever changed and it all began that Friday evening, the evening when my Sister had to fart….a lot.

It was just the four of us, a mother and father and their older 18-year old son and younger 15-year old Sister. We were about as standard of a family as one could imagine, or close enough, it’s not like we didn’t have any quirks. The two of us kids were about as different as you could expect. It may surprise you that at one point, I was a cool kid in school, among the popular crowd, a jock who excelled in football and did and track and field. Everyone wanted to be me, 18 years old and I was on top of the world. Brown haired with a clean face, a red T-shirt that evening and a pair of blue jeans. I was lettering in football and track and on my way to scholarship at a major university in the next year. I had a nice circle of friends that were like-minded to me and together we helped reinforce that stereotype of a jock. Of course the majority of people in school were really in no particular group, but there were those of us who were either really jocky or really geeky. My Sister was the latter.

My Sister on the other hand was a complete nerd, even in the most stereotypical way, brown-hair in a set of long pigtails that flowed pretty smoothly down her head toward her shoulders, big black-rimmed glasses that I swore she wore just for the look; her body was very average for a girl her age, nothing to write home about. Her breasts were decently size and her ass was nothing to frown upon, but neither were incredibly impressive and she didn’t get any looks from the other people in school. My Sister’s hobbies included reading, playing video games, computer games and trying her best to survive in school. She had been picked on a little, mainly for her looks and also because she rarely defended herself. On the school’s totem pole of people she would be very low. Not that she cared much; she had her own clique of people that she hung out with similar interests. She had the opposite of my lifestyle but nonetheless we got along pretty well. I called her a geek because it was just so rare to see a “geek” rip big farts like the ones she produced that night, it set the whole thing apart. She was a nerd, but she wanted to portray one too, it was just so cool, after all was said and done, that all these hot and sexy-looking girls had nothing on an average girl with bookworm dimensions and passing great amounts of gas.

Our family went to a brand new Mexican restaurant in town that evening, but we had heard a lot about it so wanted to check it out. My father, mother and I had all eaten a typical dish there, trying out different foods but otherwise normal portions for us, my Sister on the other hand was hungry, really hungry. For a girl her size, only 5’6 and 150 pounds in weight, she gorged herself unlike anything I had seen before. She said she didn’t eat much for lunch which apparently led to her bigger appetite tonight. She failed to mention that her lunch consisted of a salad with some cabbage and broccoli on the side. As far as I knew she had only cereal for breakfast, so I’m not sure if that added to anything or not. For dinner my Sister feasted up on twenty stuffed bean burritos, six large bowls of pinto beans and another four of refried beans, an order of fifteen cheesy enchiladas and six large beef tacos loaded with onions and cheese, down this with three glasses of soda and she had shown up how to really eat. Even she was surprised but after pushing out an impressive two-second long bellow burp following the conclusion of our feast we could tell that she had finally been full. We were all satisfying full as it were so it was a good meal for us all, still I had to only imagine how much food was within my Sister, even the athlete that I am, working out in all, hadn’t eaten anything of that caliber before. I thought that was all there was for that evening.

But as with any fire, there had to be a spark and this one occurred almost halfway home from the restaurant. I was riding in the back seat with my Sister as my dad drove the family car home when I started to notice a distinct smell. It took a full minute for the smell to morph into something that was going to have to be dealt with. It started small, smelling like food a little bit, I wasn’t sure if we had passed some sort of restaurant but alas we were going through residential areas and it was too cold for grilling. But in the matter of about ten seconds the smell started to grow in strength and started to take on a more rotten component. I had to ask myself if I was really starting to smell a fart. We had just gotten done with Mexican food sure I can see the gas, but my family was usually polite enough to hold in a fart while in a car until we got home. My gas was about average for a kid like me, I can let off some good ones once in a while, my mother could do so as well but I rarely smelled anything from her (I didn’t want to really,) and while my dad could push out some demons of his own he was normally kind enough to spare us the torture, but here I began smelling this fart and it was gaining strength really quickly.

The components of this fart were simply unbelievable. Everything about it, as it continued to morph into a ghastly creation of pure aromic disaster, made it hard to believe. I wish I could tell you exactly how bad this one was. It smelled like weeks-old garbage, mixed in with the smell of cooked beef, beans and cheese, it was painfully obvious where this fart smell had originated. I had to work with sulfur in a chemistry class one time and this was smelling like an insane amount of burning sulfur. I’ve heard rotten eggs before as a good descriptor; I guess there was some of that in there. My nose started to twitch as I continued to breathe in this powerful aroma as it continued to grow in power. In about a minute’s time from the moment I had first witnessed an unusual aroma I now was pinching my nose as I was trying my best to prevent myself from breathing in this atrocity to the human senses. The fart was so overpowering that I started to hold my mouth and nose underneath my shirt  as my parents coughed a little bit. The gas hung over like a deepening fog after a nuclear fallout, the gaseous vapors of a silent fart had created an eerily quiet setting where the aftermath of the fart was only starting to be realized.

Although I didn’t know it at the time, I would remember this fart for as long as I have been alive, strong, vile and powerful, this was a life-changing fart, one of such pungency that I would taste and smell that fart for the rest of my trip home and even afterwards, the fart’s smell continued to be engrained in my head. Now I had to know, who had cut that vicious monster. My parents were noticeably concern about the smell. My mother was looking over at my father as he continued driving she was almost sure of it that he was the one who produced the fart. I thought that at any moment the two of them would turn back at me and assume that I had produced this ghastly odor. I looked over at my Sister who was looking down at her phone; oddly she wasn’t disturbed by this smell. It was at that moment I had made my deduction, as strange as it may sound, she must have been the one who had dealt it.

My reward for a correct deduction was soon at hand as my dad was finally forced to lower the windows of both the drivers and passenger sides of the car to allow some pretty frigid air in, all to help displace the hot and smelly vapors floating around the car. The air remained quite stale and smelly as I continued to wave the air around me. I looked over at my Sister who was still looking at her phone but it was very soon that she finally looked and realized she had to fess up. There was a short giggle from my silent nerd of a Sister before she finally fessed up.

“Sorry. That was me.” She said as I looked over at her and smiled a little bit as she quickly went back to her phone. There were no other words to say amongst any of us as we had all thought the same thing; of course it was Samantha with all that Mexican she had eaten. She ate more there than the three of us combined, three times over, only she could have produced something like that. It took a full five minutes, which accounted to just about all of the remainder of the trip home, to get rid of the smell and in those five minutes I made a shocking discovery about the smell of Samantha’s fart, it wasn’t bad. It was overpowering, heinous and pungent, but the more I smelled it the more I….um….liked it? Down below in my crouch, my dick started to harden up and there was no reason to explain it. The smell of the fart was starting to have some sort of effect on me. I had smelled farts before, who hasn’t, but this was different. This was from my own Sister’s butt and it smelled, rather strong and rather pleasant, both at the same time.
 
The smell of Samantha’s fart was gone from the vehicle as we went back into the house. There it was a weird sight for me to be noticing my Sister’s rump inside her rather tight blue jeans. She wasn’t incredibly attractive by any stretch of the imagination, but her ass was as nice as any other’s. Perhaps nearly as large as two small volleyballs incased in a tight blue denim as her wore a white hoodie over her waist to cover her moderate-sized torso and C cup breasts. Above her brown hair flowed out from both the left and right sides as she held them up with two pink scrunchies to form pigtails. She had the look of a geek, but wasn’t a geek completely. If she had the compulsion to show her features off a bit more she would probably get a few boys to look at her. But her way was to be a bit more isolated, compared to me at least. But there I was, staring at my Sister’s ass for the first time in a long time with the idea running through my head, how did that vicious fart pass through that? I had to shake my head for a moment as I followed my Sister into her bedroom, looking at her ass like that, but after that fart I had smelled in the car, I was now a bit curious to what my Sister was brewing inside, could more be on the way? As I found out, the answer was a resounding yes.

I was on my computer in my bedroom for no more than five minutes when I heard something against my wall. It lasted about three seconds and sounded like some sort of booming sound from the other side of the wall, which naturally was my Sister’s room. I shook my head for a moment as I contacted a friend of mine and asked if he wanted me to come over to hang out later on. But I thought back on that smell….what was it about that smell, it was in my mind and I couldn’t get it out. After I checked my news feed on Facebook I shook my head once more to get the thought of that smell out of my head, but to no avail. I had to know if that sound was my Sister or something in the house. I opened my door to find that my parents had resigned themselves to the living room with the sound of the TV on. I walked down the hallway very silently, creeping my way next door to my Sister’s room, but well out of range from them. I slowly started to open the door to my Sister’s room and that’s when the stench attacked me, there was no doubt now, that was her and as the stench was starting to indicate, she had just farted.

It smelled like rotting flesh, more garbage and a truck bed full of beans that had been digested within my Sister’s stomach. It was the kind of smell that could, stereotypically, strip the wallpaper off her walls and fog up the windows. Well both the wallpaper and window were fine, but the air quality in the room was certainly taking a hit. I still couldn’t believe this kind of aroma could be coming out of my Sister. My friends and I had had farting contests before, even after Mexican food and I can clearly say that it stunk worse in Samantha’s room at that very moment than the worse than any of us guys could produce. The lamp illuminated the room as a slight fog could be seen hovering around, well maybe a fog, my eyes may have been playing tricks on me. Regardless of that, the room felt like some hot and musty room in the deep jungles of the Amazon on the most humid afternoon in the summer prior to a thunderstorm. The only thing was the smell, that pungent smell of my Sister’s apparent flatulence that was creeping all around. I could see my Sister at the computer playing some sort of video game, World of Warcraft or something I wasn’t paying attention. She had a headset on with a headphone so her access to sound outside of her game was limited. That’s also why she hadn’t said anything about me being in her room yet.

In a move that ultimately set me down the path that I was probably born to walk, I quietly closed the door and lowered my body so that I was below the horizon of the top of her bed. The bed laid before me as the wall to my left contained her closet and some dressers. On the other side of the bed was where she had a couple of book cases next to her desk, some fancy wide screen computer monitor on top of a CPU with CD cases to the right and a couple of school books beside her. Then there was her chair, a wooden chair with a flat wooden seat. I’m not sure why she preferred that seat, she just did and I’m sure it helped the acoustics of the fart she had just cut. I slowly snuck my way around her bed and past her dressers while saying out of her eyesight. Actually I may have been noticeable but she was so invested in her game that I was only in the background. Finally I arrived over at where her desk was and where she was seated.

I felt wrong at this moment; my Sister was playing her computer game as she talked every now and then to what sounded like a friend at the other end. Her body remained mostly in place except for the occasional jerk to the left or right as dictated by her character on the computer monitor. I remained on my hands and knees as I looked up at the four wooden posts that held the flat chair’s seat. From the seat, two long wooden posts went up with three horizontal wooden boards stretched from both posts. These created the support for the back of my Sister’s seat. What was best about this seat however was the good view of her ass that I got. Now squeezed with her jeans with the back of her seat pushing on it some more, Samantha’s ass rested on the wooden seat with her two mounds of flesh supporting her body up above. I could see the seam of her pants ride up her crack as it went from against the seat and up her buttocks to her waist. My heart pounded with quick speed as I slowly approached her. Again I could tell that she wasn’t noticing too much, I wanted a whiff of her gassy goodness but I wanted it full blast now. Having smell nothing but her gas since entering her domain I was more and more convinced of her gas having a power over me, but why it did still baffled me. I finally inched my way to the back of her seat and raised my head slightly to the point that my nose was at the level of the bottom of the wooden seat. Now, I had to wait.

It wasn’t long, only about three minutes and then my Sister leaned her body just slightly over to the right as I pushed my nose in just a little deeper in the seat, without touching any of her body. My heart pounded faster and faster as I anticipated each second, waiting for my Sister to cut the cheese. I could almost hear the rushing of her anal flaps as she prepared for an opening. Looking at her computer screen she had to pause what she was doing, she knew it was time for another explosion of gas to leave her ass. At that moment and without anyone noticing yet that she was being observed, my Sister farted.

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It would be a bit of a cliché to say that this moment changed my life forever, but it really did. Maybe not for forever, but for the time being everything I had thought in this world was utterly being devastated in the biggest eruption of flatulence I had ever experienced. It was the shock of a lifetime, to hear my Sister actually push forth a burst of gas that sent tremors down my spine. Compared to me she was a weak and tremblely girl, sometimes bullied in class and looked down upon, and right in front of my face she was cutting burst a serious fart. As soon as I started in inhale this fart I knew my life was set. It wasn’t one of those things I could really explain, it may have been engrained in my mind my whole life just waiting for the right moment to activate, or it could have just been a curiosity that was suddenly triggered. But as soon as my Sister had leaned her ass over and begun it was already too late. For almost eight seconds my Sister pushed forth a fart that made me want to puke, to pass out and to gag, it was awful beyond a doubt, it was a monster!

Then there was the sound, the sound of the fart that she had produced. Although it wasn’t recorded, the fart itself would have registered over 60 decibels as it caused the wooden seat to shake from its tremendous pressure and noise. The sound wasn’t constant; it ebbed back and forth through the release as it went back from being an earsplitting blast to a bubbling sensation created from the movement of air through her sphincter, even for eight seconds that was a lot of change in pitch. Her sphincter was getting quite the workout as it was kept forcefully open for the longest period of time as this hot, piercing, and sinister-smelling gas continued to blast out with full force. The pitch and the sound of this fart were perfect, creating a kind of bass that I had never been able to hear with a fart before. To say I’ve never heard of fart like this before was telling the truth, my father couldn’t muster up anything like that and even my friends, after protein shakes and the like, couldn’t beat a fart like this. That’s the kind of power I was dealing with here. For eight seconds my mind was completely hypnotized by the sound and fury of this fart. My 15-year old Sister was cutting some serious cheese!

For those eight seconds the fart grew in magnitude. The air hummed with absolute power as her wooden seat sounded as if there were some kind of sandblaster on top of it. A tidal wave of her gas poured out from between her buttocks as it violently ripped its way across my face and throughout the room, nothing slowed its movement. I wasn’t thinking of anything else at the moment now, all my focus and devotion was on my Sister’s fart, erupting out of her ass in an explosive show of force that I had never seen before. The fart was finally cut off as the passage of gas was ceased and the air was humming with the reverberations of her noxious gas. Every bit of her fart stench that I had witnessed before had become mega sized by the fury of gas I was seeing and hearing right here. The fart had a bassy sound that bubbled its way out of her jeans and vibrated her wooden seat almost to the point of me going deaf (at least it felt that way.) The length of this fart also caught me off guard and it was more than scary to see my Sister unload something of this strength and intensity for such a long time. I can say that I have never heard a fart this long, maybe even twice as long.

Oh yeah, and the smell. A repulsing smell as if I had smelled anything, it was chemical warfare upon my face and then some. That sulfur smell, yep definitely in there. I could smell onions, beans, cheese and hot sauce, all of them intermingled to form one coherent but utterly smelly blast of gas that produced something so vile that her room stunk by the time that the fart was over. It smelled as if my head was inside of a toilet bowl after a vile dump and that is mixed in with a hot fermented garbage smell. All of these created a fart of such power that it formed in my mind that there was nothing else in this world except for this smell. When she had pushed out this fart my eyes were the first to feel its strength with the cinching hot winds of her gas flowing through my pupils and contaminating them with her wickedness. I had to shut my eyes as I felt the hot gas spew all over my face; it was really unlike anything I had ever experienced before. My nose was burning too from the incredibly foul air it was sniffing, but that was to be expected.

Really, describing the experiencing of my Sister farting like that would be like trying to explain the meaning of life; it was one of those things that you couldn’t get a hold on. It was the sort of thing that would explain the phrase “curiosity killed the cat.” My curiosity was already getting the better of me and even I couldn’t explain how or why. The smell was in my body now, the entirety of her gas was into my lungs and my stomach, I was even ingesting it from what I can tell. My mind was going blank as I smelled this eight-second long masterpiece of a fart, all coming out from a girl who still thought that her game was more important than the rotten fart she was passing. As the fart was finally over and my mind fazed by the awesome power of her fart I slowly backed away as I lowered my body back toward the floor in a position so that I could lay down on my back as I tried to understand what had just happened to me, I wasn’t going to get this smell out of me for quite some time, but I didn’t want it either. Up above my Sister started laughing as she waved a little of the air around her ass and commented on the smell to her friend.

“God damn that one stunk! I’m letting off some really rosy ones tonight!” She laughed out loud as she listened for a remark from her friend on the other end of the headset. She replied for a response from her friend as she started boasting about her hefty-sized dinner.

"We went to this Mexican restaurant and I ate far more than I I usually do, I’m afraid I’m going to be stinking up my room all night! I have a SERIOUS CASE of THE FARTS!” She said laughing some more as I remained lying down wondering what this meant, could Samantha really go like this all night? I had smelled a fart from her before in the past but none were this strong. Just then I saw her lean over and rip another three-second fart. It was much smaller than her most recent blast, but still a nice fart all the same.

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While I really wanted to smell this beaut, I thought back to my plans for the evening and thought at that last second that I was going to make my way out. I slowly crept my way back toward the door and finally stood up very slowly so that I could open the door and let myself out, but then she did something worse than release another mindboggling pungent fart, she asked me a question.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” She asked as she took her headset off for the moment. I stood there for a moment before I turned back and saw my Sister looking deadest at me with her big black-rimmed glasses peering into my soul. I stood there like a stature for a moment before the smell from her latest fart peered into my nose. Her room already had a strong musty aroma that made it impossible for any of her pungent gas to leave; only time would allow for the stench to disappear. I tried stuttering to find an answer but to my amazement, she had been paying attention the whole time.

“Um….”

“You were sitting down right against my butt in the chair, I could tell that your nose was right there….why?”

“I think….um….I think….I think that I like the smell.” I said, trying to find the best answer, which there really wasn’t any.

“The smell?”

“The smell of your…um….gas.” I said as I shrugged my shoulders. My dialogue didn’t really do justice to the pure awkwardness of this situation. The relationship between my Sister and I had never been bad, compared to many Sister-brother couplings we were downright angelic to each other. She was always the nerd and me the jock, more or less. So me telling her that I liked the smell of her gas was…well awkward. The two of us looked at each other for a good 15 seconds as the smell of her latest blast contained to waft over in my direction, even her three-second Mexican food bombs were as heinously smelling as her larger bombs, though I imagine that the latter were still greater. Finally, Samantha smiled as she knew that she had gotten me, so she asked her next question.

“What do you like about the smell?” She asked as I had to go into my brain and come up with some sort of answer.

“I can’t say, not yet anyway, it’s just so strong, so fierce, there’s a kind of…power behind it. I’ve never smelled anything like it before.”

“Well the smell ought to be new, even I’m surprised, that food was filling but its tearing up my stomach, I was not joking when I said I have a lot more coming, so I’ll cut you a deal.” She said as I nodded my head.

“If you open up that door, I’ll yell for mom and dad and tell them what you were telling me and that my brother is a nasty fart-smelling pervert, or you say here in this room all night and sniff my farts.”

“I imagine that I don’t have a choice?” I responded as she leaned over and pushed forth another three-second beany-smelling fart.

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“Nope! You are assigned to my personal gas chamber for the night. So get back down on the floor and start sniffing your Sister’s farts. I’ve got gas like none other tonight and you are going to give me a proper answer to my question by the end of the night.” She said laughing as I walked back over toward her seat and this time with her permission sitting cross legged on the floor and started to take a sniff here and there of her ass as the rotten garbage stench of her flatulence filled my mind once more. Suddenly I realized that with each sniff of her fart I was becoming more and more accustomed to it. After that, Samantha got her headset and started to blab to her friend what was going on.
“You’ll never guess what’s going on right now?” She said as she awaited an answer from her friend, who had wondered about her most recent absence.

“My brother’s sniffing my farts…that’s right, he’s down below my seat and he’s actually sniffing my farts!” She said laughing as I realized the terrible mistake I had made. I would pay dearly for this, Samantha’s friend went to the same school as both my Sister and I and word would travel. My heart pounded as I smelled the air surrounding my Sister’s jean cladded ass. It smelled glorious, it was the rotten egg smell of my Sister’s gas and it continued to impress me. But my night was just beginning.

Luckily, I had snuck my phone into my pocket so that I could at least chat with my friend and tell him that “something came up” and that I wouldn’t be able to visit. Sadly, I had been invited to a big party that night and was planning on staying up most of the night hanging out with my friends, instead I was now sitting behind the seat of my nerd of a Sister sniffing up her farts, but still there was something tantalizing about them and that’s what was driving me. Samantha had been sitting for probably something up to 20 minutes as she allowed for more gas to build up within her. The problem with waiting on my Sister to pass gas was you had to….wait on her. Everything was up to her and on her schedule and you had to give your time to accommodate her, but once she had the next batch of gas dialed up I soon remembered why I was there in the first place.

“Get your nose in brother…..real quick!” She said without even looking back at me, she had already predicted my movements. I went in with my nose and went right up toward the denim covering of her pants as she could feel my nose. And without any warning she broke wind.

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Oh my God….waiting for my Sister to build up gas was amazing! At least the outcome was a desirable result. A vicious smell had been generated within her bowels and it immediately filled my minds and senses with her gas. The familiar rotten egg odor filled the room along with the stench of cheese and beans from her burritos. They infused a kind of overpowering aroma that was quick to make its way up my nostrils and burn into my mind. The fart was quite bassy too which was something I was quickly discovering made me a bit….happy for her farts. The bass sound of her fart against the wooden seat created an almost magical effect that made me desire for her to continue farting continuously if she wanted. It was like a subwoofer going off with a constant blast of fart gas that rattled off her wooden seat with an impressive force. I sniffed the air as she released it but was quick to back away just a little to savor the gas from a little safer position.
“Real nice Samantha.” I complemented her as I waved the air around me. All around I could smell nothing but her gas, it smelled everywhere like her Mexican dinner.

“Good, cause you better get your nose back in there.” She said giggling as my heart began racing more, did she have more down the pike. I went back to the scene of the crime with the air still smelling of her raunchy masterpiece, no more than 30 seconds after it had been born. She leaned forward this time and pushed her ass a little further back against the back of her seat as I heard not one, not two, but three roughly five-second long steamers that rattled the seat with as much sound and fury as the previous explosion.

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MY SISTER WAS FARTING UP A STORM! Each fart had the distinct sound, like a mating call, as it left her behind. The fart carried with it the potent, eye-watering stench of the aftereffects of too many burritos and beans. I’m not sure what it was with the food, but she had to have ingested something to make her sulfur count quite high. Perhaps compared with usual these were much higher than her normal farts. The combination of the stench from her farts was simply unheard of, even my best friends couldn’t compare with this and that frightened me. The high content of hydrogen sulfide allowed for her farts to smell even worse and have more of an eye-watering effect. I acceptingly took in each breath with great pride as a though went through my head. My Sister was doing something that I was starting to think was magical, each fart stunk worse than anything I had ever smelled before and with the authority she was letting them out I gladly took in a whiff to pay homage. After taking some deep breaths of her gas for a couple of minutes I realized that the farts and their stench had died down my Sister had returned to her game.

But the effects being felt by me sniffing her gas was starting to take a bit of a toll on me, I was starting to get a little bit of a headache and felt a little dizzy and disoriented from the smell. Even then, my Sister’s eggy smell continued to spread throughout the room, rejoining plenty of other gases that her farts had expelled from previously. True to her word my Sister was creating a gas chamber with her farts created from her large Mexican meal. I sniffed the air around me as I looked back down at my phone. I went onto my search browser and looked up a few things about farts; I had to know more about these things. How did Mexican food give her such bad gas, I mean I had never smelled this before from my Sister, even from myself. As the air continued to feel musty and raunchy my Sister started to wave the air around her as she commented on her own gas.  

“Whoo! Those were bad!” She said as she patted her stomach. She again proceeded to play her game as I looked at her jean-cladded ass within her seat. I looked at my phone for another minute or so as I started another look at her ass, I couldn’t believe what was happening but I think I was becoming hypnotized. She moved it around for a second before returning to her game. I think I wanted a closer look, yeah that was right, I wanted a closer look at my Sister’s ass, I really hope my friends weren’t looking at this. Right now my best friend was asking one last time if I could come with him to the party and I had to decline him again. Then I looked once more at my Sister’s ass in that seat.
Samantha was quick then to take off her hoodie as the heat from her gas was starting to make her a little hot in her room. She was then wearing a grey T-shirt that went down to her waist. Even better now that the top of her jeans was visible from my angle. Her tight blue jeans displayed her small waist and perfect butt, while her shirt helped protect her rather decent breasts. Her proud breasts jutted dramatically outward as a clear indication of her superior sexiness that would be showcased better if my Sister were a different girl. She preferred her lifestyle, which is why she rarely wore this kind of tight clothing out in public. Her hair and glasses helped to install more of the homey look in her as it were. Her ass was that juicy, that round, that big, that tasty. As I examined her rear end even more her jeans stuck to the crack of her amazing butt. It was only in moments like that I could appreciate the hidden beauties of my Sister. I had seen plenty of hot girls in my time and seen a whole lot of beauty, but my Sister had nothing to hide. She legitimately had a decent rack and a nice bubble butt, if only it weren’t for the smell.  

I had about another 20 minutes of downtime as the stench in her room slowly waned away; I was almost used to it now. Oh it was a powerful smell, at least as bad as manure decomposing in the hot sun, but I slowly became used to it. Just as it seemed that she was about ready, you can tell this when she stops talking on her headset, indicating that she was about to make some sort of order when there was a knocking on her door. My Sister instructed me to move a bit so that the sight of me was hidden by her bed and she allowed for the door to enter, it was my father.

“Doing okay?”

“Yeah, just playing around with a friend of mine….why do you ask?” My Sister responded as I looked up at her. I could tell quickly by the look on her face that she was feeling some more gas bubble up within her. She was wanting for dad to leave so she could cut what I assume would be a pretty nice fart.

“We can’t find your brother.”

“I believe he went out to some sort of party. He may not be back until late tonight.”

“Okay then.” Our dad said as he wrinkled his nose just a little. Although the stench of my Sister’s gas had gone down there was just enough inside to make him notice that my Sister was a little gassy, though given the fart earlier in the car that was not hard to figure out. He closed the door and my Sister quickly hushed me back over to my position behind her seat. I moved with lightning speed as I anticipated that she was once more armed and loaded. She leaned over and pushed forth a fart without saying anything else. I positioned my nose right up to the edge of her jeans as she let loose another blaster of a fart.

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“Fuck….thank the maker for that one!” My Sister yelled out, almost too loudly as she had just pushed out her biggest fart of the night. Timing it she saw that it was a full ten seconds in length, an absolute eternity for a fart like that, I had never, never heard of a fart lasting that long but my Sister Samantha did it, my Sister farted for ten seconds! I was starting to think that I was truly witnessing something great tonight, a farting episode unlike any other before. The fart was loud and bubbling, vibrating off her seat with the sound of a loud weedwacker and producing a sound that bounced off the walls of her room. I’m sure even my father heard it, but figured that entering the toxic waste zone of my Sister’s gas chamber was a bad idea. It was the kind of fart sound that only some sort of electronic sound board could generate. It actually rumbled a little of the wall and even her computer screen moved up and down for a few seconds as the crux of this massive fart continued its loud eruption throughout her room. This was the sheer power I was thinking about with my Sister, she was flexing her muscles at this point. My Sister was putting on a Farting Clinic!

The smell was quick to attack me as I painfully inhaled a blast of smelly gas that easily stunk up her bedroom and then some. And that was good because the smell of this latest burst of gas was probably greater than anything she had cut before. This long and violent ripper started to cut its way out from Samantha’s rectum and through her sphincter toward her buttcrack. The fart noise and smell then travelled its way up her crack before going through the thin and cotton white panties she was wearing, which had developed a brown spot throughout her epic bout of farting, at least I suspected. The dreadful release of gas then passed through her jeans and into my nose and mouth. I was both smelling and tasting her gas at the same time and I could feel the raw effect of her gas inside my system. The smell from this fart reeked of rotten cheese, digested beans, meat and onions and gave her gas yet some more powerful eye watering vapors that was slowly starting to give me pink eye. I could smell the heavy concentrations of methane and sulfur that flowed out like a strong batch of chemicals being spilled in my face, causing it to burn. I had to continuingly blink my eyes to avoid a full radiation burn of her flatulence onto my face. My Sister could do nothing but helplessly laugh as she saw me breathing in her farts. At this point, I was doing in more voluntarily and less on her command and that gave her plenty of joy as she continued to talk to her friend about it, just hearing her say what she was saying made me a little hard down with my member, which had seen some “growth” through the evening of my Sister farting.

“Yeah, I don’t even have to ask him anymore, he’s just sniffing away. I have never seen my brother like this before. I am so gassy tonight, I am just bursting with my gas and he’s sniffing it all away.” My Sister said laughing as I continued to take in deep breaths, so that she could hear me, of her jeans, more and more the gas came at me, powerful but terribly addictive. And to almost reinforce the idea that I really would smell anything that came out of her ass, she leaned over to the right in her seat and pushed forth her next batch of vile gas.

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“Wow….I’ve never had gas like this before girl! I’m beyond gassy; hey I got an idea for you.” She said as she was referring to her friend. For me, there was only one thing to do, smell the gas out of my Sister’s ass, smell it and keep smelling it like there was nothing else in the world. It was still a worthy ripper of a fart that my Sister had released, more amplified from the fact that she was sitting on the wooden chair and with her large butt, it created a wood-cutting effect from the massive amounts of cheese she had been cutting there on the chair. And then, the dreadful smell of sulfuric stink began to flow out from her vast mounds of butt flesh and out into the rest of the room. I whiffed up every bit of the gas as it continued to flow out of her rear end, more and more the gas was becoming something greater. As I became immersed in the inhalation of her fart I had completely forgotten what my Sister had even asked her friend, unaware of what was yet to come. After the fart had subsided my Sister had giggled a little bit as she looked back at me through her black rimmed glasses.

“Enjoying it?” She asked with a smirk.

“You know what, I think I am.” I said as she picked her butt up against the seat and released a small series of popper farts.

“I think I forgot to mention what I had for lunch…I don’t think they’re helping my gas situation.” She said laughing as she leaned over and began a series of farts. She failed at the moment to tell me what it was she had for lunch.

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“Nice….I just keep popping away. Well you just keep sniffing away as I wait for some more gas to appear.” I took in another long whiff of her jean-cladded ass as I smelled the latest farts from her ass. These were obviously weaker in intensity as some of her larger bombs, but still they were nothing to laugh about. Muffled up against a comfy seat these farts would have probably gone unnoticed, but against her wooden seat the environment was rich for her to release whatever she wanted and for it to be noticed.

It was about 15 minutes with me looking up at her seated ass and then back down at my phone as I started to see a few pics from the party I was originally going to attend. The thought of me, sniffing the ass of my younger geek of a Sister was as perplexing of a thought as my friends wondering what would have kept me from attending a party on an otherwise available night. Past the 15 minute mark as the smell of her gas once more was dying off I heard her made an announcement.

“Oh boy you’re going love this one, press your nose back up in my ass.” My Sister said with a smirk on her face as she moved her ass just a little so that my nose was positioned just above the wooden base of her seat. I could feel one of the wooden planks that formed part of the back of the seat press up against my forehead as I got my face as close to her ass as I could. She for her part moved her ass as far back as she could and together my nose was pressing down so that the cartilage was being pushed a little to the right by the denim crease of her jeans. Once more I could smell the residual gas that she had created from her epic storm. I waited for probably a couple of minutes before my Sister began to fart…only there was little sound to it.

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Silent. But. Deadly. My Sister had just released what would be called an SBD and it was perhaps her greatest fart so far in the evening. Everything I had thought about my Sister’s farts was pushed aside as my Sister unloaded from her bowels another ten-second long fart, only this time it was of the Silent but Deadly variety, and deadly is most definitely was. This was the ten bean burritos talking, the refried beans and the pinto beans, this was the taco talking and they all had a very vile voice. A long, powerful geyser of hissing gas began to blow out from between my Sister’s buttocks. It sounded like nothing, like the deadest wind, even if there was something coming out. It would be no worse than if my Sister were to open her mouth and slowly blow out hot air onto my face, only this air was hotter than hot, it felt like molten lava being blasted onto my face. The scorching wind that emerged from my Sister’s jeans was more of a sensation emerging onto my face rather than a wind storm of her butt fumes. My eyes began tearing up as I tried my best just to keep them open, but this was like a blast furnace and I had to flicker my eyes off and on as the scorching air was being blown into my face. It’s a testament to my Sister just how much this SBD was able to impact my face in a way without being “windy.”

Here I was starting to understand just what kind of gastronomical damage that Mexican feast was doing to my Sister’s bowels and it was a sight just to behold. My Sister needed to see a doctor the way she was going. With all the spices and beans within her meal her gas was a potent as humanly possible, if not worse. The fart smell that came out from her panties was truly unbelievable, it was barf-inducing and the kind of fart that would peel the paint off the wall and make serious dents in decolorizing the fabric of her panties and the blue jeans that encased her growingly luscious but vicious ass. Underneath her jeans and panties laid a thermal wasteland of her flatulence, with a temperature well over 100 degrees with her body heat. I started to sweat bullets on my face as I was slowly getting warmed up from the power of that latest fart. Here I learned the true power of a Samantha Fernley-Silent but Deadly-Fart and it was incredible. My Sister’s car fart was merely a prelude compared to the wind-fest of flatus that was blowing all around me. All that food mushed up within her helped to create a gas with a killer reputation that I started to wonder if any of her friends or schoolmates had witnessed something of this strength. This was NOT the kind of fart she could cut in school without serious consequences.  

And then the smell finished off with a final purge that became suddenly volatile and detestable. I’m not sure what it was, but it grew in power in the matter of only a few seconds, as the push of heat, which signified (I hope) the end of her fart had ceased I was left with a stench of dead animals and garbage filling my nasal passages with the kind of stench that made her car fart earlier seem quite normal. I wanted her louder butt bomber farts now after the way she pushed forth this fart, this one killed it without any question. As the smell grew worse by the second I was finally forced to back away. Using my hands to do a back crawl toward the wall opposite her desk I moved away my nose slowly began to recognize the slightly less intense portions of her gas hovering around. Oh this fart was a room clearer, obviously, but the further away I was from her ass when she released these flesh-eating monsters the better. I was finally pushed up against the wall as she looked back and gave a cute smirk. I couldn’t believe what I had been witnessing, my 15-year old Sister, smaller than me, a complete geek, she had just released a fart that could seriously kill!

“Man that was a silent one! Sorry about that….I guess I didn’t know my own strength.” She said as I started to gag just a little. A cough here and there and now I was showing my distain for her gas. Oh how much I wanted it now, but God that one was powerful. My Sister had unleased a heinous creation that was even unpleasant for her. My family members needed to be thanking God that our backseat had cushions back when she had released that car fart because that was probably the only thing keeping us from all passing out and creating an accident from the horrendous and deadly gas my Sister was passing.

“What is wrong with you?” I asked her as she shrugged her shoulders, unaware of the power she had just unleashed.

“I told you…I’m gassy, but for you I’ll open up a window. To let you in on a little secret, that one is getting to me too.” She said with a short cough herself as she got up from her seat for the first time and moved over to her window to open it, allowing for some cold air to blow in, anything to help the gas leave though. I could only imagine what her seat smelled like at this moment, it must have had the worst smell of human fecal material and wood, creating something unheard of. I remained against the wall for a good five minutes as we allowed for the cool air to die down. My Sister sent a short text message on her phone and waited as the air quality slowly returned to some sense of normal. Walking around for a moment as she got a reply on her phone she plopped her ass back down on her seat. I waited for the next command from my master, the way she was going, I wanted more. It was suicide, but I was getting even more hooked than ever before.

The stench from her SBD took a long time to fade away, so long that it was soon replaced by her next blast of gas. It was ten minutes after her silent fart that I heard a small gurgling noise within her bowels. For the first time I could hear the gas bubble up within her, signaling that there was more to come. It was a bit of a cycle, she would fart, wait for more gas to build up and fart again. Normally by now any decent person, myself included, would have already ran out and called it a night, but my Sister was gassy, really gassy.

“Okay bro…get your nose back up in here, I got some more for ya. And keep your nose straight at my ass and nowhere else, I need you to whiff this one up for me. Look away and I’ll let all your friends know that you smell my farts.” She said politely but with a sense of authority as I decided to go along, after all I basically had to do whatever she wanted to survive the night. So I quickly got back into my usual position on my knees and my nose back up at her ass. The residual gas residing around her buttocks was almost as bad as a regular fart, a true testament to just how devastating that last silent fart was. I kept my nose pressed in as my Sister moved her ass ever so slightly, staying well within my view as she pushed out another bomb of a fart.

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A bubbly fart ripped its way out of her ass with what seemed like a force of a pack of elephants. More of her foul smell continued to rampage itself out from her butt and onto my face. A heinous stench of onions and beans started filling my mind with more and more of its power. Even to this point I still couldn’t figure out what it was about this gas that was hooking me. I sniffed the air as the sound of her wicked fart continued to flood my mind. My ears were ringing as there was nothing else I could think but my Sister’s gas, it stunk so bad yet was so good! The smell was claiming every part of my body as well, as strange as that may sound, I felt at peace in a way as I embraced my Sister’s latest beany blast. The smell radiating from her seven-second fart was tear-inducing and carried with it an incredible power. The aromic stench had refueled my lungs once more as I could taste her Mexican feast once again, it was an eggy stench really this time around, it was almost as if I were eating eggs. As she farted I took my mouth over to her pants and started taking in gulps of her eggy farts, inhaling and eating the farts at the same time, and to my surprise it felt as if I could breathe even better than before. There was almost a therapeutic response I was receiving my sniffing and eating my Sister’s fart. Samantha could only giggle as she saw that I was now eating her glorious farts besides just inhaling. The familiar stench of rotten eggs continued to spread all throughout the room.

“Aww….you look so cute together!” I heard a voice come from behind me, but it was not Samantha’s and it wasn’t my parents. Sniffing the gas one more time I looked back and saw Samantha’s friend Amanda standing there with her phone pointed in my direction as she continued recording a video. Only she wasn’t just recording video, she was skyping with a friend at the very party I was supposed to attend. I looked at her friend, slightly more attractive than my Sister but not by much and was now starting to panic as I saw the phone. She quickly turned it around so that I could see the screen and there was a screenshot of about six people, two or three of them I recognized, looking at the phone with a bit of a dumbfounded look.

“Hey, tell your friends how much you love to smell your Sister’s farts?” Amanda said in the background as I looked like a complete idiot looking at that phone. How was I supposed to respond to this, this was me ruined. My life, my social life at least was probably over, from here and with this video my life had been utterly shot. People would be talking about this forever and especially since I was a popular kid at school. I wanted to cry or something, but then my Sister leaned over and pushed out yet another five-second monster.

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“Samantha Fernley just farted in her big brother’s face! And Lord let me tell you…that one was ripe! Damn girl you are farting like crazy tonight!” She said as my Sister pointed back and looked at the camera) and talked more about her gas for the listening audience.

“I ate an egg salad, some broccoli and cabbage for lunch and had a HUGE Mexican dinner loaded with beans; I am having a MONSTER CASE OF THE FARTS! I am SUPER GASSY!” She proclaimed for all to hear as she lifted her buttcheek and pushed out an incredible five farts in a row all of about five seconds in length. My mind simply became boggled as I heard what her lunch was. That sort of food combined with the Mexican for dinner meant that my Sister wasn’t just going to have bad gas; she was going to have something way beyond that. Now it seemed like it was an honor to witness the sheer power of my Sister’s fart. She was bragging about her incredible gas but had every notion to back it up. This was being recorded for the whole world to see and while it may have just ruined my life, it was a proud moment in history. My Sister had leaned over and pushed forth her bassy and bubbly blasters of gas.

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“Ewww….that girl is nasty!” I could hear from one of the people on the other hand as they heard my Sister release her series of farts. Behind me I heard my Sister giggle a little as she commanded me to come back over. I started to notice a little bit of the vegetable stink from her lunch as I could see that she wasn’t bluffing with that announcement of her fart’s aroma having even more of a punch than I had originally though. I had later looked up and saw that broccoli and cabbage were also big-time fart inhibitors. She had eaten just about everything that day that could help produce some historic gas, and it was showing. My Sister wasn’t just loaded; she was a Living Arsenal of Fart Gas.

“Come’on now….I need you to sniff these, it smells so bad in here.” She said laughing as she knew it too that my life had been ruined. I had a split second to either get up and leave and avoid more of the fallout of what had just happened to leave, or endure the fallout of radioactive gas leaving my Sister’s behind. Like a good solder I turned my back on the phone and went back to my Sister’s ass and began whiffing up her eggy goodness. Again I sniffed my way like a frantic maniac as I now knew that with my social life gone, just in an instant, I was looking forward to a lot of free time, more and more of it would likely be as my Sister’s butt sniffer. She was quietly starting to enjoy more of the attention as Amanda ended the live chat with my “friends” at the party and went to sit down on the bed as she waved the air around her face, remarking about how foul it stunk.

“Girl you weren’t joking, you do stink.” She said, but in a playful manner. This was one of the few friends my Sister had but the two of them were close.

“Yeah, I’ve got some mean gas tonight. I had Mexican earlier.”

“Mexican? After what you did in class earlier today. No wonder you’re lightning it up tonight?” Amanda said with a little bit of worry in her voice. My ears were perked into wondering why that was such a big deal.

“Why, what happened?” I asked.

“This girl stunk up the classroom during our last class…I mean she really stunk it up!” Amanda, using the voice of an enthusiastic teen-girl replied as Samantha looked back with a guilty smile, trying to deny any accusations.

“That’s not true!” She insisted. Amanda then looked over at my direction to regel me the story about the gassy genocide my Sister had apparently committed that afternoon, unbeknownst to me at the time.

“The hell it ain’t. Probably with about ten minutes left in class she let loose a killer. Long and silent, this was the most potent fart I have ever smelled in my life. I knew it had to be your Sister, there was coughing and gasping all over the room as it begun to stunk. They started pointing fingers at each other but the smell was so strong that it hardly mattered who ripped it, we opened up the windows and turned a fan on for the last ten minutes. Hell half the class had asked to leave with about three minutes left and the teacher allowed it. No one knew who it was, but I did. I saw what she was eating for lunch and I knew how bad your Sister’s farts could get. I swear that fart was still hanging strong when we left class. And I saw the look on your Sister’s face, she had this big old smile on her face, she knew it was her. When I came by her locker after school I could smell a little bit more of her gas. You must have been crop-dusting the hallways girl.”

“Well….alright you got me. Guilty as charged. But you got to admit, that was a very good one!” She said laughing as I realized the horror of what my Sister was producing. Actually, I was a witness to the “crop-dusting” although I didn’t know it at the time. I passed by the location of my Sister’s locker heading out of school and although I didn’t see her there (I wasn’t expecting to anyway) I did detect a pretty strong eggy aroma, but I thought nothing of it at the time. Now the cat was out of the bag about my Sister’s apparent profound gassiness. She had already demonstrated her extreme gassiness that afternoon by emptying out a classroom, and that was before we decided to go for Mexican. A fart storm of unheard of proportions was festering inside my Sister’s stomach as we were speaking and she knew it. And just to prove her point of the power she was still housing within she nonchalantly tilted her butt over to the left and let loose another firm blast of fart power.

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“Fuck girl…that was a monster!” Amanda said as she started to move away from where she was standing. A fiercely wet, multi toned explosion of noisy bubbles and pops echoes throughout the bedroom in a sound that was balanced out into one solid tone of bassy wind. For 10 seconds the disturbing sound resounds shook my ears just a little as I went in and started to retrieve my new-found sense of gassy wind from my Sister’s butt. The blast had vibrated the chair and shook the denim of my Sister’s jeans for the entirety of the eruption. As the 10-second monster subsided, I started to smell an extra push of rotten egg gas mixed with lots of my Sister’s sweat. My mind was once more lost in the aura of the wondrous gas that was being emitted out of my Sister’s rear. This was a fart of humongous proportions, comparable so, but the way my Sister was loaded I knew this couldn’t even be her worse. It was something like this that gave me a bit of a feeling that I was home. It was the feeling that I was right where I needed to be. Nothing else was important at the moment, not my friends, not the party, nothing. Here I was smelling in this rich yet toxic gas coming out of the ass of my own 15-year old Sister. It may sound dirty, and by all accounts probably was, but it was home.

Of course, there was the issue about the smell, especially as the pungent fart continued to spread its disastrous stink around. Amanda had her right hand pinching her nose as she waved the stink around the bedroom. If the room’s stench was ranked a 1 on a scale of 1 to 10 when I first walked in, it was probably up to a 4 or 5 by now, and climbing still. I was starting to think that this stink was even making a sewer smell pleasant, it was that fierce. For once I could start tasting some of her vegetables from her lunch, indicating that Samantha had been holding in some of her gas leading up to dinner; she knew she was going to be ripping them out all night! She just didn’t know that I would be smelling them, not like I knew so either. Against my face I could feel the warmth of the fart that had been expelled. And as the fart's power continued to grow, I started to choke up on its wretched odor and even got a little nauseous. I quickly backed away a couple of feet or so to keep me away from the epicenter of her butt blast. My Sister continued to wave the air around her as she laughed a bit at the destruction she was committing around. Against one wall I had my head underneath my shirt as I slowly started to acclimate myself to the raw stink of her fart. Against the other wall, Amanda kept her nose pinched for a good three minutes before the fart finally started to die down.

“Sorry guys….didn’t think that one would be too bad!” Samantha said laughing up a storm. She loved it, every minute of it, she was farting up a storm and her big brother and best friend were both suffering for it. After another minute or so Amanda finally proceeded to sit down on top of Samantha’s bed as I started asking her if my Sister was always that bad.

“No she’s normally not this bad. I mean, she can let off some pretty bad ones here and there, and load her up on some food such as Mexican and she’ll go all night, but I wouldn’t call this an everyday-sort-of-thing. This is bad though…I’ve never smelled anything like this….” Amanda was cut off by a short series of short farts.

PPPFFTTT!!!

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BBRRAATT!!!

FFARRPPTT!!!

BBLLAARRPP!!!!

“Samantha!”

“What? I gotta toot like nothing else girl!” She said laughing as she waved the air around her and I went in and took in some exploratory sniffs of her butt. As the farts were short, so was the smell’s strength. Still, if she had unloaded all five of those in a room such as mine, which did not reek of her pungent farts, as far as I knew, then she would have been able to stink it up with just these five. It took about another five minutes for me to finally cease from the smelling of her farts. These five weren’t bad at all, they enabled be a way to enjoy her farts without being blind sighted from them. Afterwards, I sat there cross legged no more than a foot from my Sister’s ass looking at my phone and dreading the Facebook posts that were about to come my way, or be about me.