You spend the next 45 minutes plotting the torture you were going to put Lewis through. Your Stomach growls, full of gas. You rub your stomach and smile as you decide to start off with some fart torture. And the best part was, Lewis was honor-bound to comply with it. The thought of Lewis having to willfully endure your farts gave you a shudder of delight. True to his word, your little brother returned at 11.
"Ah good," you say to him with a venomous grin, "get on your hands and knees". You point to the floor in front of the couch. Lewis reluctantly complies. Still wearing your grin of evil intent, you turn around so that your back now faced him. You then casually drop to your knees in front of him so that your jean-clad cheeks are now staring your brother in the face. You then slowly undo your pants and let them drop, followed by your boxers. Lewis looks at you pleadingly, but remains silent. He knew well that it was far too late to beg for mercy. You snicker as you wiggle your butt, teasing Lewis with his imminent, smelly fate. The twelve-year-old lets out a whimper of protest, but nothing more.
"Alright now," you say, bending over onto the couch, "get in there, slave." You then spread your cheeks to accept your ass's new prisoner and invite him in with a small poot. Lewis hesitates, then, taking a deep breath, slowly leans forward. You smile and close your eyes in sweet anticipation. Finally you feel his nose press against your butthole, followed by the rest of his face. You sigh in the satisfaction of having your little brother "willingly" wedge his face up your smelly crack.
"That's it," you tell him as you press your ass back against his face, "get in there." You release your cheeks, letting them engulf your little brother's face. "Deeper, slave." You order as you wiggle your butt in his face. Lewis reluctantly obeys, pressing his face harder into your butt. "I said deeper." you say again. Again Lewis complies, pushing himself in a little more. "Keep going," You tell him. Lewis continues to push against your butt. You tell him to keep going until you feel that his entire nose is shoved into your butthole. "There, that's good enough," you tell him. Now for the best part, you think to yourself. You clinch your eyes shut and strain your bowels. You efforts are rewarded with a loud bassy fart right into Lewis's nose. Your little brother immediately starts coughing his lungs out, or at least as much as he could with his face still up your butt. You sigh in both relief and sadistic pleasure. You can tell that Lewis was managing to stay put through shear force of will. More than likely, he's hoping that compliance will get him out of torture early. How wrong he was.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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