Farting Fun With My Little Stepbrother
As I walked into the room, my stepbrother's eyes lit up in excitement. He knew exactly what was about to happen. "Hi, stepbro," I said nonchalantly, sitting down on the bed. I could feel the warmth emanating from his body as he moved closer to me, sensing the imminent pleasure he was about to experience.
I bent down and began to take off my shoes, revealing my bare feet to him. His eyes darted between my feet and my face, anticipation written all over his features. He loved every moment of this; it was like a drug to him. And I loved being the one who could give him those feelings.
I kicked off my shoes and stretched out on the bed, propping my feet up on the edge. My toes curled invitingly, beckoning him closer. He crawled over to me, his face already filled with the stench of my feet. Icould tell he was already getting turned on by the smell.
I grabbed his head and pulled it towards me, forcing his nose right into my foul-smelling feet. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he began to inhale deeply. "Mmm, that's it," I murmured, running my fingers through his hair.
As he continued to worship my feet, I closed my eyes and let out a long, rumbling fart. It was a particularly nasty one, filled with all sorts of disgusting odors. I felt it waft up towards my face, and I couldn't help but smile in delight.
Without warning, I pushed my asshole against his mouth, gagging him with the force of the fart. He struggled for a moment before finally giving in, swallowing the fart whole. His face turned completely red as he tried to catch his breath.
"That's my good little stepbrother," I purred, slapping him affectionately on the head. "Now, why don't you show some appreciation for all those wonderful farts you've been enjoying?"
With that, I leaned forward and grabbed his head, forcing him to begin sniffing my sweaty socks. He hesitated for a moment before finally obediently inhaling the stinky wool. I watched as his face contorted in pleasure as he savored the scent.
"That's it," I said softly, reaching down and caressing his cheek. "You're such a good boy." And he was. He loved every disgusting, stinky moment of this, and I loved being the one to give it to him.
