You weigh your options as you head to the living room to step away from your video games. You may watch your mum watch her favourite show together. Or maybe it would be your sister, who you haven't seen in a long time, and it would be an opportunity to catch up. The door to the living room is slightly ajar as you go closer. You carefully pry it open to have a look inside. You're shocked to discover your sister and mother curled up on the couch, deep in concentration on a TV show. They periodically exchange animated remarks, giving the impression that they are quite engrossed in the narrative. You can't help but notice the subtle scent coming from the direction of as you take in the surroundings. A smell wafts from the sofa. It's strong enough to give you a recognisable queasy feeling in your stomach, and it appears to be coming from your mother and sister. It doesn't take long to realise that they are the source of the delicious smell.
You ask yourself if you should go watch TV with them or just go back to playing games.
"There you are!" she calls out, waving you over. "Come here! This show is lit" your sister exclaims.
Your mother chuckles and signals you to come over. You feel a rush of both joy and nervousness. You can feel your appetite rising as the smell of their faeces gets stronger. You ponder your alternatives for a time. Sitting next to them on the couch puts you in close proximity to the source of the smell, which may set off your instincts.
You sit next to your mother, you are now holding yourself back, if you didn't your head would be right between your mothers cheeks, your penis shot up a few degrees from the smell alone. You can't take it anymore. You fake snore and fake fall asleep, your head droops down to the level of your mothers booty, hoping to catch a better whiff.
As you continue to fake sleep, your mother gets up from the couch,to go to the bathroom, you have reached the peak, you had to confess or else it would start to become a problem to you. You consider getting up and following her to the bathroom, but you quickly dismiss the idea as being too risky, maybe you could pay your sister for her to let you smell her gas? You decide to try your luck with your sister and tell her how you are a male deer with the insinct to eat shit.
You decide to try your luck with your sister and tell her how you are a male deer with the insinct to eat shit. As you turn to your sister, your heart races with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you try to find the right words to explain your unusual craving. "Um, so, I know this is going to sound really weird, but I have this, um, instinct as a male deer." Your sister looks at you, a confused expression on her face. She tilts her head to the side and furrows her brow. "A male deer? What does that have to do with anything?" she asks.
You take a deep breath, trying to gather your courage. You continue, "Well, see, as a male deer, I have this, um, instinct to eat, um, well, you know, waste." Your sister's confusion deepens, and she shakes her head slightly. "I don't understand. Why would a male deer have an instinct to eat waste?" You stumble over your words, trying to explain your unusual craving. "I-I'm not sure, but it's just something that I can't ignore. It's like a primal urge, you know?" You look at your sister, hoping that she will understand. Your sister continues to stare at you, her brow furrowed in confusion. After a moment, she lets out a snort of laughter. "You're joking, right?" she asks. "There's no way you're serious."
You feel your heart sink as you realize that your sister doesn't believe you.Your sister looks at you with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. "Okay, okay, I believe you," she says, still chuckling slightly. "But seriously, why do you have this urge? It's not exactly normal, you know."
You take a deep breath, grateful that your sister is at least willing to listen. "I'm not sure why I have this urge," you admit. "It's just something that I can't ignore. It's like an instinct, a part of who I am as a male deer. I know it sounds strange, but it's something I need to do." Your sister looks at you with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. So uhhm... i have a request Your sister raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. "What's your request?" she asks. You gather your courage and ask your sister, "I was wondering if, um, I could, um, smell your gas. It's part of my, uh, instinct as a male deer." Your sister's eyes widen in surprise, and she looks at you with a mixture of shock and disbelief."You want to smell my gas?" she repeats, as if trying to make sure she heard you right. "That's, um, really weird, you know." She wrinkles her nose in disgust at the thought. "I don't know, I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with that." Oh please? Maybe it will help me get over my urges You can see the hesitation in your sister's eyes as she considers your request. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the thought of what you're asking. "I don't know, man," she says, shaking her head. "That's just really weird."
You can tell that your sister is uncomfortable with your request, but you don't blame her. It's not every day that someone asks to smell your gas. You try to explain your reasoning, hoping that it will help her understand. "I know it sounds strange, but as a male deer, this is something that I feel I need to do. It's like a primal instinct, a way for me to connect with my animal side. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important to me." Your sister looks at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. She lets out a sigh, still looking unsure. "Okay, I'll do it," she says, her voice hesitant. "But only because I love you and I want to help you. Just...don't make a habit out of this, okay?" "Thank you" you say.
She hesitates for a moment, then slowly lifts her butt off the chair, trying to avoid breaking wind in the process. Okay, here goes nothing," she mutters, then lets out a small fart. You lean in, taking a deep breath through your nose. The smell is not what you expected - it's a mix of things, some familiar and some not. There's a hint of the food your sister ate earlier, but also something else, something musky and earthy. It smells amazing to you.
"It smells so good" you moan As the words leave your mouth, your sister's eyes widen in shock and embarrassment. "What?!" she exclaims, her face turning bright red. "You think my gas smells good? That's just...wrong!" She quickly pulls up her pants and stands up, taking a few steps away from you.
"I-I can't believe you just said that!" she stammers, still bright red with embarrassment. "I mean, I know I said I would help you, but that's just taking it too far!"
You realize that your reaction may have been a bit extreme, and you try to backtrack. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that," you stammer, trying to explain yourself. "It's just, as a male deer, this scent is really appealing to me. I can't help the way I react to it." Your sister looks at you with a mixture of disbelief and annoyance. "Okay, I get it," she says, still sounding embarrassed. "But please, try to control yourself in the future. I don't want to have to go through that again." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Look, I still want to help you." She looks at you with a resigned expression, still a little flustered from your previous reaction. "But let's try to keep things, uh, a little more civilized from now on, okay?" she suggests.
You nod, understanding where your sister is coming from. "I'm sorry," you say again, feeling a little embarrassed yourself. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'll try to be more careful in the future." Your sister nods, looking relieved. "Thanks," she says. "I appreciate it." "So uh... could we do this again sometime?" you ask in a hushed voice There is a long pause as your sister looks at you, clearly surprised by your question. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before responding. "I-I don't know, man," she says, shaking her head. "I mean, that was really weird and kind of uncomfortable for me. I don't know if I want to do it again. "Im sorry for making you feel that way" you say sadly She looks at you with a mix of sympathy and understanding. "It's okay," she says. "I know you didn't mean to make me feel uncomfortable. But I think we should probably stick to more normal activities in the future."
You nod, realizing that your request was a bit strange and unusual. "Yeah, you're right." "Then could i just have one more whiff? Then no more" you say hopefully Your sister looks at you for a moment, considering your request. She seems hesitant, but ultimately sighs and nods. "Fine, just one more," she says, still sounding a bit uncomfortable. She lifts her butt off the chair again and lets out another small fart. You lean in, taking a deep breath through your nose. Suddenly, mother enters the room, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of her daughter lifting her butt off the chair and you leaning in, taking a deep breath. "What on earth is going on here?!" she exclaims, her voice filled with shock and confusion. *sister decides to tell the truth* Your sister takes a deep breath, preparing herself for the confrontation to come. "Mom, it's okay," she says, trying to sound as calm and reassuring as possible. "I was just helping him
here with something."
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