Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2022 08:17:46 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Brother Stinks (Urination/scat??)

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My brother stinks. A lot of people would say their brother "sucks", but
my brother has never sucked me. He is 3 years older than me, he is 13,
and I am barely 10, but this story starts a few years before all that. I
don't remember how old I would have been the first time he did it, I just
remember I was lying in bed at the time. I was relaxing and minding my
own business when he came over, turned around, and let off the loudest,
grossest fart right in front of me, his butt facing me.
"Yuck!" I complained.

"Haha, sniff that little bro."

I'd be lying if I didn't find it hilarious at the time. We were both of
that age where gas was hilarious, so we both laughed, me because he had
just farted, and him at my plight, with me taking the brunt of it right
in the face. The problem was, he didn't stop. My laughter that day only
spurred him on to do it again, but when he started doing it more and
more, that was when things started to change.

See, everyone loves my brother. He is smart, athletic, and helps everyone
out. To be fair, he does help me out too. When people pick on me a bit
too much at school, I can count on him to help sort it out. He is super
popular, so usually any bullies soon shape up when he gets involved. He
is well respected by kids, teachers, and my parents, who all believe his
every word. I, however, am the runt of the family. I'm dumb and short. I
don't get into any trouble, but I am in no way an overachiever like he
is. He is the golden boy, and I was expected to follow in his footsteps.

As great as he was to everyone else, he was still my brother, and we had
a somewhat unique relationship. We have a shared bedroom, and he would do
all the usual brotherly things. I loved my brother, and I knew he loved
me. We would do all the brotherly stuff, like shoving, throwing each
other's stuff around, and him just being an overall jerk. But we had this
extra thing, a secret, that no one else could know about.

After he farted in front of me that day, he slowly got braver and braver.
It seemed at that age, all boys were obsessed with farts. The first time
he did it, he was just pranking me, but as we got older, he never
stopped. As time went on, I just sort of got used to it as he got more
and more bold with it. I did try to complain to my parents about it at
first, but they didn't believe me. My brother was too much of a
goody-goody to be accused of such disgusting habits, so I guess I just
accepted that this was something I was going to have to put up with.

I tried fighting back with my own, as a sort of revenge, but mine were
always barely toots, and he was rarely around when they'd bubble up. He
seemed to be able to summon the loudest and stinkiest ones, letting them
rip at will, and I was defenseless. He would only ever do it when we were
alone, so no one ever caught him in the act, and he gradually got more
bold with them. Slowly but surely, he got his hooks in, going from doing
it ninja-like as he walked past, to where he would literally just stand
next to my bed, turn around, and eventually fart right next to me. And as
time ticked by, it was like I got used to it. In fact, in a weird way, I
grew curious about them. What would this next one smell like? How long or
loud would it be? Did he have any more? Weirdly, though I would never
admit it, I became curious about his butthole too. His hole where all his
gross farts passed through, each one gifting me each time with their
foulness.

"I got another one for you, bro," he would say.

"Hang on, I've got homework to do."

"Nono, shh, here it comes. Listen. "

BRRRRRTT!! And he would let rip basically on top of me. Sometimes he
would announce it, other times he would wait for his chance and surprise
me with it. He'd get right up close to me and fart right in my ear,
scareing the crap out of me. Other times, he would wake me up to them,
blasting my eardrums with his ass horn in the middle of the night. I'd be
tired, bewildered, and his rumbling ass would be right there, waking me
up with his stink, like a cloud around my head. They even stank through
his boxers. He would even stand right next to me in bed, and I would just
stop what I was doing and wait for it. Suspense would build as he stood
there, expecting him to squeeze his gas out at me, right in my face.

"Ughhh, you're so gross."

"You say that little bro, but I think you like it."

"No, I don't."

"Yeah, you do. Of all the times I farted on you, you never ran away. You
always just sit there and wait for it. Admit it, you're a little fart
sniffer. And that's okay."

"I'm not a fart sniffer!"

"Oh yeah? Well, I've got another one brewing, so I'm going to give you a
choice. You can run away in the time it takes for me to fire it off, and
I won't stop you; or you can lean in extra close for this one. "

And it was from there that I knew he had me. I didn't run. I wanted it.
I'd never admit it, but as foul as he was, this was something we did
together, and, yeah, I guess I did look forward to these times in a weird
sort of way. I wouldn't say I craved it, but it was certainly something
we had learned to bond over. I leaned in closer than I ever had before.
He was nearly a teen now, and had recently switched to wearing boxers,
like most of his friends now at that age. I was so close to his butt this
time that the cotton of his underwear tickled my face. I closed my eyes
and waited. Being closer this time, I felt a warm puff of air against my
face when he did it, and what this one lacked in volume, it made up for
in length and was extra bubbly. The stink from his hidden butthole
permeated my lungs and stank like wet cheese.

"Ahhh, there you go, buttsniffer. Enjoy. " He said, after expelling his
toxic air and walking off to get dressed for the morning.

When he turned thirteen, he was trusted more and more at home, and my
parents basically treated him as an adult at this point. As long as he
was with me, they believed all was well, and barely even checked on us.
They saw him as being so mature, when I knew his true side. In the early
evenings, he would often announce that the two of us were going to bed
early, and our parents were always so proud of him, when I knew what he
was really up to. I would follow him to our bedroom, and they would watch
in amazement at his dedication, though they never knew that his real
intentions weren't for education at all. Sure, he would do plenty of
reading himself, lying in bed on his front under the blankets, his head
buried in a book. My head, however, would be buried in his crack,
underneath the covers. The moment he got in bed and was comfortable, I
would follow in after him, quickly finding the valley in his boxers where
his butt would be, and lodging it in that space. As my brother would
read, I would sniff, waiting tentatively for any stinking delivery he
might have had for me that night.

FFFFFT!!

"That one sounded angry," he chuckled. How does it smell?"

"Nnnngh. Fuckin' rotten man. "

"Oh yeah? Here is another if you didn't like that.. " he strained.
Brrrrrrrrt.

"Oh god, that's so bad."

"Hahaha, I can smell that one from here. Enjoy you little butt sniffer. I
been saving these all day for you. "

I just groaned. They reeked so badly, but I could never get enough. His
strongest ones were after he had taken a dump, as they were especially
ripe. They would tingle my nose; it was like I could feel his odor all
the way down to my lungs. Being stuck under his blankets, it was like I
was living in his smog. Until you have sniffed a teen boy's ripe asshole,
you just don't get what it is like. A boy's ass, especially one around
his age, is just something else. It has its own smell. I think it has
something to do with puberty or the extra testosterone, because his ass
was always so pungent.

When summer came, he took things yet another step. Having two boys lying
in the same bed was getting too hot and sticky. We'd already gotten down
to just sheets, but even that was too hot, with our stinky, sweaty bodies
close together. As the summer rolled by, it became too much, especially
when the hotter, humid evenings started.

"Man, it is so hot..." My big brother complained.

"You reckon you're hot? Try being stuck under the sheets. "

"Bro, take my boxers down."

"Huh?"

"You heard me. I don't care if you get to see my butt, it's too fucking
hot. "

In all the times we had done this, I had yet to actually see my brother's
actual butt or butthole. Come to think of it, of all the butts I'd seen
in the changing rooms at school, I'd never seen someone's actual hole
other than mine. Now I was going to see it in the flesh! I hooked my
fingers into his plaid boxers, and slowly pulled them down. First the
vertical channel of his crack popped out, which curved out and I hooked
his underwear under his cheeks. My heart hadn't pumped this hard since
the first few times he started farting on me. There was his bare butt. It
was a tad bigger than mine, fully smooth, and now instead of looking at a
mostly flat landscape of material, I was looking at a couple of curvy
cheeks, folding in and meeting in the middle of his ass crack. His hole
must be right there, hidden. I hesitated for a moment. Previously, my
head would be protected by his clothes, but now it would be right on his
naked rear end, with nothing separating me from the source of his foul
odors.

PRRRRRRRRRRT He farted suddenly.

"Oh fuck!" I said a little louder than normal.

"Shhhhh! You don't want our parents to come in here, do you? "

"Sorry. I'm just surprised at how much stronger the smell is now that
your hole is right there. "

"Yeah, well, it's summer now, so I won't bother with boxers for a while.
Put your head back down on me so I can get back to reading. "

His bare skin would definitely be cooler to lie on than his boxers. I
slowly lowered myself, this time my nose pushing in and nestling in his
literal butt trench, barely an inch from his asshole. There was no sense
of humidity now, just the raw, empowering smell of his shitter, right
there. Now, with every intake of air, I smelled his ass. It smelled like
a fog of burnt toast, and it was sharp and aggressive. He wiggled his ass
slightly. His sweaty slick crevasse rubbing across my face right next to
his moist shitter. As much as I was used to his farts, I was nervous
about what his first, direct from the source, one would be like. Now my
face was right there, buried right next to where every single one of his
gaseous emissions had escaped from. I could tell he was trying, too. I
could feel his hole squeezing and relaxing as my nose rested right there
in the dip. However, on this occasion, he seemed like he was all out. He
tried, but it seemed he had nothing left to give, save for a couple of
puffs of air against my face.

And so that was the way it continued for the summer. That is, until our
parents went out for the first time, leaving him in charge, and he took
one final step. Our parents were having their wedding anniversary, and
were going out to dinner, leaving just my brother in charge. I figured he
had been planning something for a couple of weeks as the second they were
gone, he put his plan into action.

"So little bro, I've got something a little extra special for you now
that they're gone. Something I am sure you will love. "

"More farts for me to smell?"

"Something even better." He laughed. "Lie down on the floor and I'll show
you."

While I had an intimate knowledge of his ass at this point, I was about
to see my brother from a whole new angle. With me on the floor, I watched
as he stripped off his clothes. I'd never seen my brother's cock before,
but there it was. He already had a boner, and it was definitely bigger
than mine. He had about half a dozen pubes around the root of his cock as
well. I'd always tried to ignore the fact that he would have seen my baby
dick when he was younger and I was smaller, but I'd never seen his one.
We were 3-4 years apart in age, so we never showered together, and the
conversation just never really came up.

That said, it was only a glimpse of it before he turned around, and
showed me a much more familiar sight. His back was to me now, towering
above me as I lay on the floor. His plump ass, which I had spent so many
nights with my face inside, suddenly started to get closer, as he
crouched down on top of me, aiming his butt on top of my face. This time
it was daylight, and I could actually see his cheeks separating as he
approached; his brown-pink hole opened up wide as he lowered on top of my
face. Being on the floor, I couldn't exactly back away as he planted his
hole right on top of my mouth, his smelly asshole right in front of my
face.

"Here ya go, little bro, kiss my ass. None of this weak, sniffing stuff,
give it a nice big smooch this time, and lick my asshole. "

"Dude..."

"Come on, don't deny it. You like my stink. So now is your chance to
stick your tongue up my ass and really taste it. "

"..."

"Hurry up, I don't feel your tongue yet. I know you always wanted this. "

I sighed. He was right. I was so used to his stench in my face, and this
was the next step. His asshole hovered in front of my face in
anticipation, I just never thought he would go this far.

I reached up and grabbed his hips, pulling him down on top of me. I
guided his hole to the front of my mouth and stuck my tongue out. My
taste buds were immediately rewarded with a strong, wet metallic taste.
I'd hit dead on target, the dimple of his ass. I heard him moaning above
me as I made first contact, and he pressed down harder. I pursed my lips
and kissed his moist hole.

"Oh yeah little bro, kiss it..."

Our parents weren't going to be home for hours, and this was exactly what
I needed. I hugged his hips and drilled my tongue in hard. My mouth was
awash with the concentrated flavours of his ass, his ass walls giving way
as I savoured his hole. Fireworks went off in my mouth; it was like the
strongest, most pungent of his farts, except now I was literally tasting
it. It was like a crisp vinegar taste, and it was all around my face.

"Thank you bro, I love your ass so much." I said between licks.

"I knew it, little guy. Here, let me sit down more. "

He settled down on my head a little heavier. His taint was over my lips,
so I was now breathing the air right in front of his asshole. With my
mouth trapped on his taint, my nose had no choice but to be exposed to
the loudest fart I had ever heard. I felt my face vibrating from the
blast, which saturated my face. I would have thanked him for it, but with
him sitting on me, I could just swim in the scent he had offered. My eyes
rolled back in my head. His asshole was like a drug to me. I felt dizzy
as his gas was the only air I could get into my lungs. His asshole let
rip again, a reek of warm air blowing over my skin.

Oh God, I thought. This must be what it's like in heaven. My brother and
I together, him performing such a private thing for me, something he knew
I would like all along. He let another one go. It was long, the stream of
air slowly blowing its air into my nostrils. I was euphoric. I saw
colours in my head as I breathed in his smell. He could barely have been
on top of me for a minute before he finally got up. I gasped for air,
real air returning to my lungs.

"How was that? Did you like it? "

"Fuck yeh. That was so intense. I think I can still taste you in my
mouth. "

"Haha, you want some more?"

"Fuck yes."

My brother planted himself back down just as he was before. I waited and
watched his hole flex and relax, trying to puff some more of his gas.
This was our little secret, my brother sitting on me, farting directly in
my face. I didn't want it to end. BRRRRRRRRRT!! there was another. I
could feel the warm air blowing across my face as it escaped. I didn't
want to leave. When he was done, I felt him sit down a little harder and
start jerking himself off. I waited patiently for him to finish, his ass
still wafting on top of me.

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