Every time my step-brother gets on my nerves, he becomes my personal seat. he should consider himself lucky i'm even wearing leggings today. every time he tries to squirm, i'll just blast another disgusting fart, right into his face. if someone walked in, they'd just see us "wrestling," but we both know that he's obsessed with being my little fart cushion. from now on, if i'm bored, tired, or just feeling gassy, his face is exactly where i'll be sitting.
