"What the hell!?" You shout, "let me go!" Taylor ignores your protests as he heft you up over his shoulder and totes you up the stairs. Your head dangled next to his butt which reeked of ambient swamp-ass and made your eyes water. "Put me down you jackass!" you shout angrily. As if in rebuttal, his ass rips a thick, nasty fart that enveloped your head in a toxic cloud of eggy gas. You decide to keep quiet for the rest of this little trip, lest you incite another stinky reprisal. Finally, Taylor came to your brother, John's, door. He effortlessly kicked it in and entered. None of this seemed right, if anyone would help you at this point, it would be John. What the hell was going on?
"Look who's here, johnny, boy!" Taylor announced, turning around to show you over his shoulder. John was sitting on his bed with an awkward demeanor about him. He looked at you then glanced away.
"John!" you yelp to him, "Tell Taylor to untie me!"
"No-can-do, little siss," Taylor chuckled, dropping you to the floor, "John owes me a couple favors, and I'm gonna cash them in by making him help me gas you until mom and dad come home," he puts and arm around John, "Isn't that right?" John sighs, then nods. You couldn't believe your ears, John was the only one to help protect you from Taylor when your parents were gone and now he was going to help him!? You look at him incredulously. His avoidance of your eyes proved it to be true.
"And you know what I'm in the mood for?" Taylor continued, lowering his shorts and laying on his stomach on the carpet, "A stinky-sister-ass-sandwich!" Your eyes grow wide at seeing Taylor's moist, bare, reeking ass; you knew what was coming. You look to John for help.
"Sorry, siss," he sighs and gets up to seize you. In a fit of desperation you try to roll away from him and squirm to the door, but you were far too slow to escape. John grabs your shoulders and drags you toward Taylor's smell ass. Your oldest brother grins and spreads his firm asscheeks wide to accept their new victim. Before you could scream "no!" John drops your face into Taylor's reeking asscrack. Your nose lands right on his hole, and it greets you with a nasty-ass, eggy fart. The toxic fumes sting your nose burn your eyes. You try to lift your head from the deadly crevice, but suddenly John sits on the back of your head, shoving your face down, deep into Taylor's smelly ass.
"Ahh! That hits the spot!" Taylor chuckles. His cheeks clinch around your helpless face and his asshole pokes out against your nose. You could only whimper as another nasty-ass fart rips right in your face. Taylor sighs and wiggles his ass in your face. John sighs in empathy and shakes his ass too, cramming your deeper into your brother's moist, rancid asscrack.
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