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As I dozed in bed, a mass pushed at my butthole, telling me something was due, but I was too stubborn to move. I was warm in my bed, my stomach churning, but I couldn't be bothered going all the way to the bathroom. On the other side of the bedroom, my little brother was sleeping soundly, the little shit eater completely servant to my ass should I ever feel the need.
I still wasn't sure if it was him or me who first started it. I still couldn't believe he would even do it; it was my shit he was eating, after all. It had been only some simple brotherly teasing to start with, with me farting in his general direction when he was little. I never meant for it to turn into this, but when he never complained and our parents never stopped us, I just kept doing it. Now, I couldn't get enough. It felt amazing to feed him from my ass, especially the foulest, stinkiest ones, all sliding down his throat. Sometimes, I wonder whether he likes doing it or only does it because he got used to it as he grew up.
My stomach growled as I pondered. I guess I'll never know for sure. He sure seemed to like it now. Hell, the last time, he willingly lay on the garage floor for an hour with one of my stinking turds flopped over his upper lip! The whole room stank to high heaven, but he was content to stay on the floor the entire time, his eyes bloodshot from the smell!
My stomach churned again, letting me know my time was running out. I hauled myself out of bed and crept to the side of his bed. A large, thick duvet covered him and his winter pyjamas. He always reckoned he was a light sleeper, but dragging his lone blanket side, I knew otherwise. With his sleeping form uncovered, I tugged down the front of his thin pyjama shorts, finding his cock, softly wilted against the side of his leg. My little brother barely stirred as I took his slender cocklett between my fingers, tugging on its limp little end.
I'd been playing with his little prick for as long as I'd been doing the butt stuff, but he slept so soundly that he had no idea. I loved teasing his little boycock and watching it grow, and I swear it's smaller than mine when I was his age. Even at full mast, his is no bigger than my middle finger, his nuts contracting to a sack the size of a ping-pong ball. It was so small compared to mine now, and even when it was hard, his foreskin still hugged the entire thing. I saw nothing sexual when I played with my brother's dick; I just liked to get him stiff to give him blue balls.
My stomach cramped again, reminding me why I was standing at my brother's bedside in the first place. I carefully tucked his dick back inside his pants before dropping my own boxers and climbing on top of him. The bed springs squeezed under my feet as I climbed up, the bed swaying slightly as I got on his bed on top of him. Like I had done dozens of times, I arranged my ass over his head, facing his feet and lowering my butthole into his breathing space.
Fssssss.
I pushed, and a puff of air escaped my butthole to climatise him to what was to come. I always like to give him an appetiser to start with, a little brown mist to hover over his nose like a cloud of reeking fog. My dick rose, thinking what I could do. I wasn't going to just give him a sniff tonight; I wanted to empty my full guts into him.
I adjusted myself so the tip of his nose touched inside my crack before letting it rip again. What this one lacked in smell, it made up for in volume, so loud that if someone was listening from the next room, they could probably hear it. My brother muttered something below me, so before he drifted back off to sleep, I lowered down some more, feeling his face under me and farting at him hard.
"Mmmph...." he grizzled.
"Morning, bro." I strained. "I gotta take a shit."
"Wha...?" he grumbled, all groggy from his slumber.
I answered his question by farting again, my reeking hole vibrating against the skin of his nose. The smell of this one more than made up for the last, reeking from even where I was sitting.
"Awww..." my little brother murmured, waking from dreamland to my hole quivering over him.
"Morning, bro," I repeated from before.
"Morning..." came his unenthusiastic reply.
"Fuck that one stunk. Phew! Must be bad down there."
"Uh-huh..."
Not wanting to smell any more of my foul ass, I gathered the thick bed duvet of his bed and wrapped it around me, closing him off and encasing him in the darkness with my stinking hole. Once I was satisfied he was sealed off, I rocked forward and let another burpy, bubbly one spew out of my ass lips.
"oooh, yeah, smell my shit, little bro. Sniff that gas."
With the last fart, I could feel the thick log within me shifting towards my backdoor. I watched as his small chest rose under me, sucking in my reek. His face would have been saturated with the smell trapped in his humid cocoon, just him and my steamy ass alone in the dark. I strained again, this time a series of short sharp shart ones bursting out, probably coating his face in what was to come.
"Ugh...You need to poop," he muffled under me after analysing the more crunchy, flaky texture."
"Yeah, I know. That's why I'm here. I'm going to shit on you in your bed."
"Can't we wait till morning?" he complained, turning his head as if to go back to sleep. "I'm tired."
"No, I gotta take a dump now. Get your nose back where it belongs."
Grumbling, he turned back again, his nose lightly bumping near my hole as he moved back into place. I could feel the shame of his nose and the dampness of his lips right there, breathing in my ass, sampling my ripe teen odours right from the source. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE The next one was a long one as it squeaked its way out, my brother's chest rising as he sucked it in as he had been taught to do. It wasn't long now; I could feel everything shifting inside me. The fart hits he was enduring were no longer just air; they were tainted with the spicy substance that was to come.
"Here's another one, " I warned. "I want to hear you really sniff this one."
He groaned but waited to do as he was told. Feeling his face press tight against my rump, I let him have it, a warm and wet fart bubbling and tickling straight up his nose.
"Bleh...gross," he said, cringing from the assault.
"Sniff it!"
Like the good little brother he was, I heard him suck in my air hard into my lungs. As if his life depended on it, he drew in every ounce before trying to hold it in, only to start shaking, coughing and spluttering, trapped down there with it.
"Aw, stop you're complaining. Kiss my hole to say sorry," I chuckled.
He cautiously placed his lips against my hole. He knew what was coming but also knew to do it anyway. With his lips in place, I flexed my hole, another fart exploding as he smooched it, the tip end of my turd pushing out.
"Now THAT is a French kiss." he laughed.
"C'mon, man. " He mumbled. "If you're going to poop, just do it. I wanna sleep."
"So impatient. Fine. Stick your lips back on me, and I'll do it."
My brother's soft, damp lips returned to my juicy rim. I pushed again, gently this time, easing out the fat log of shit I could feel down my shitter. My hole spread wider this time, opening to empty its sticky load. I felt him take one last final gasp down there as my shit slid out from me into him, a slight wet smack sounding as it broke into his waiting mouth.
"Swallow it quick. There is a lot more."
"Urk.." he swallowed as I felt more sliding down.
His cheeks moved around frantically, chewing up my shite as he munched off the first bite. His face was breathing noisily as he tasted what was to come; I simply bored down, pushing hard as if sitting on an actual toilet. A traffic jam-sized mass had formed at my backdoor, so he had to take it quickly without choking and ending up on his bedsheets.
It felt huge with how thick and long of a load it was. His chest heaved below me as he did his best, his jaw desperately mashing my waste as he tried to keep up. It was like a snake escaping my hole, slithering out more and more, neverending. I clamped my legs around him, holding his head in place. He gurgled in protest, his mouth stretched to the limit as it slid down his throat. At one point he even tapped my leg as if in desperation, his hand folding around my ankle, but I was past the point of no return. I simply clenched my legs tighter, holding him down as I force-fed him the rest. He had to learn.
"I think I'm nearly done," I announced as he half choked and half writhed underneath me. I gave one last hard push, blowing the springled shit bits straight onto his face.
"Holy fuck, look at the size of that thing!" I exclaimed after getting up and seeing what I had given birth to. It was the most obscene sight; my brother on his back, his head against his pillow, my giant chocolate log sticking out of his lips. He looked back at me in awe, his eyes bloodshot, his mouth packed full, his shit-smeared face reflecting his duty.
"Mm, hmm, " my brother nodded, his eyes watering, taking a deep breath through his nose.
The massive column of shit stuck up out of his face, moving up and down as he chowed it down. I pulled my boxers back up to my waist, not before plugging my cock into his beside cup and pissing in it to give him something to wash it all down.
"When you're finished eating that thing, drink this. THEN you can sleep."
With my bowels emptied, I crawled back into bed and closed my eyes. The laboured sounds of my brother continued behind me as he finished my girthy offering, and a smile crept across my face as I heard him obediently gulping down my hot piss shortly after.
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