Smell of brotherly love: part 1
During the middle of my sophomore year of highschool, my mother married a man named Donovan Cage and that’s how I ended up with my younger step-brother, Dean Cage. Although he's a year younger than me, you wouldn’t guess it with how much bigger he is than me. I take after my mom so I’m more petite; barely 5 foot 8 and slim. Dean takes after his father; he’s 6 foot and nearly 200 pounds of rock-hard muscle.
Although a freshman, Dean’s the star player of the football and wrestling team. Because of this he’s hugely popular in school, so we’ve never talked before our parents got together. And I wish things remained that way because Dean’s a cruel monster.
Dean's been bullying me, relentlessly, the second he and his father moved in with us. He does it when they're not around, and I’d never tell them. It's embarrassing, and more importantly, I don't want to ruin my mother's happiness.
Dean’s constantly torturing me with his ass and farts. His ass is the textbook example of a bubble butt. Each of his butt cheeks are bigger than my head; they’re firm with muscle, covered in a thick layer of fat. He’s constantly burying my face in his cakes, smothering me. I can’t count the number of times he's made me pass out beneath him.
And then there's his farts. The stench of them is inhuman thanks to all the protein in his diet. He never runs out of gas so he’s always farting on me. He’s farted on every single inch of my body at least once, makes sure anything I eat is seasoned with his butt stink, and the first thing I wake up to and go to sleep to is him farting in my face.
Our home isn't the biggest but it’s bigger than their old apartment, so that’s why they moved in with us. And why now I’m sharing a bedroom with Dean.
I’ve been living this nightmare for 2 hellish years.
Dean and his dad just finished moving his stuff into mine- I mean our room. Dean and I are now alone, in our room, while our parents are out on a romantic date.
We’ve talked a few times but I get the feeling that Dean doesn’t care for me. Hopefully I can change that by offering an olive branch.
I smile as I hold out a hand. “So I guess you’re my little brother now. If you need anything just let me know.”
Dean wears a vacant expression until he shakes my hand. Once my hand is in his, he shoots me a withering sneer.
He tosses a leg over our joined hands, turning his back to me. He then pulls my hand forward, between his legs. I fall to my knees and my face slams into his twin moons covered by his basketball shorts.
“You’re not worthy enough to talk to me. Shut up and eat my farts.” He cruelly declares.
Before I can process his words, I hear him grunt and then…
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He rips a 5 second fart pointblank in my face. It stinks of digested meat. It has me coughing.
I tug my face away from his huge ass.
“What the fuck are you doing–mmm” My cry is silenced as he reaches back with his free hand, grabs the back of my head, and shoves my face back into his doughy mounds.
“Don’t raise your voice at me you fucking looser. Looks like you’re in need of a lesson. Luckily for you my booty’s up to the task, heh… NGH”
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Keeping my face smothered in his crack, Dean vents fart after fart up my nose, breaking me.
“Fucking pathetic, what older brother gets bullied by his younger brother... HGH”
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“Haha, that’s it, choke on my farts big bro... GGH”
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“Perhaps you are useful... FGH”
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“To everyone else, we'll be brothers, but in truth, you’re gonna be my slave. You’ll do everything I order you to… NGH”
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“Oh, I feel you complaining and resisting. No worries, Imma fart you into submission before the night is over. It’ll be a few hours before the folks get home. It’s just you, your little bro, and his big, stinky ass, haha… UGH”
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As usual, I’m startled awake by something big, rotund, and warm smothering my face.
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All I can breathe in is the stench of rotten eggs and cabbage. My coughing and gagging is muffled by my daily wake up call.
Dean rises off of my face and I gasp for fresh air. All he’s wearing is some gray briefs that look painted on his basket-ball sized globes. Without looking back he leaves the room and commands, “Go make me breakfast, bitch.”
Another hellish day with him begins.
I head down to the kitchen to make us breakfast, as I usually do. I long ago learned never to disobey him.
My mom’s a nurse and his dad works in construction so they’re already gone, and won’t be back until around dinner time. I’m only safe in my own home when they’re around. But that doesn't extend to our shared bedroom. I'm never safe there.
I make us eggs, waffles, and bacon. I sit at the dining room table, not even thinking of taking a single bite until he comes down.
I hear his heavy steps enter the dining room. I stare down at my lap as he nears me. I look up at him when I’m covered in his shadow.
He’s sneering down at me. “Breakfast looks good, big bro. Here’s my thanks.”
Dean wheels around, showcasing his fat ass stuffed in a tight pair of bluejeans. I whine as he grabs the back off my head and pulls me in. My face is consumed by butt fat.
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Dean rips a 6 second fart, point-blank in my face, that stinks of digested meat and spices. It has me coughing.
I try to pull my face away, but Dean strengthens his hold. “Oh no, big bro, I have more brotherly love I wanna lay on ya.” He cruelly teases. I hear him grunt and then…
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Dean rips three, consecutive farts, back-to-back, right in my face. They stink as bad as the first one, putting me in a coughing fit.
Dean sighs in relief as he rubs his ass back and forth, on my face. “Ah, choke on that trifecta, bitch. Hehe.”
“Oh speaking of my farts, that reminds me.”
Dean releases my face from his ample bum, and with a twist of his hips, aims it at my plate of food. He shoots me a cruel smile before scrunching up his face.
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As usual, he coats my food with one of his noxious butt rockets. He makes sure to fart on whatever I eat without getting caught.
The first time he ordered me to make him breakfast (after waking me up with a fart to the face) I told him to make his own. He left our bedroom and returned a minute later with a chocolate pudding cup. He walked up to me, sitting on the end of the bed, and spun around. To my horror, his shorts were pulled down and his ass crack was smeared with chocolate pudding. “Until you feed me, my booty’s gonna feed you. Now eat my pudding and farts, big bro” It took him a cup of pudding and 4 farts to break me into being his cook.
I’m brought back to the present as Dean moves his ass right in front of my face. “Ah, well your lil’ bro’s booty just flavored your food. What do you say to him?” He threatens.
“Thank you, lil’ bro’s booty.” I answer, meekly.
Dean snickers before hiking up his right leg and farting in my face.
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“Filthy fart-bitch” He insults me, before sitting at his chair and eating his meal.
It’s a struggle, like every morning, to shovel down my breakfast, swimming in his butt stink. I have to pause a few times, retching on his gas.
I finish my breakfast quickly, while Dean's not even halfway done, which is good. I use this time to take a quick shower and get dressed for school. Taking a shower technically isn’t necessary because I’ll be going into school smelling rank. And that’s because of my clothes. Once a week, when Dean’s really sweaty after a workout, he’ll gather all my washed clothes, throw it onto his twin bed, and roll his sweaty body all over them. Then he stands up, turns his back to the pile of clothes, spreads his cheeks, and pushes out a series of wet farts. He sways his rump from left to right, ensuring the whole pile stinks off his ass musk.
The first time he did this, I stupidly tried to stop him. He immediately crammed my face into his sweaty, rank armpit. After that, he tossed me onto my bed and then sat his bare, sweaty swamp-ass on my face and farts for 15 minutes straight.
Once I’m ready, I head back down stairs. Dean’s done eating and waiting for me. I open the front door for him and then run ahead and open the passenger-side door of my car for him as well. As usual, he poots on my leg every time I open a door for him. He says that’s his ass thanking me.
When I turned 16 I got my mom’s old car after she bought herself a new one. Instead of freedom, Dean has made me his personal chauffeur.
Once we're both in with the doors closed…
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Dean rips a long, greasy fart, filling the car with his eggy vapors. Sadly my car completely reeks of Dean’s farts, and with how much Dean farts in my car, I'm pretty certain his butt stench is a permanent addition.
As we drive, Dean keeps pumping out farts, filling the small space with his nauseating gas.
Before heading to school I make my two mandatory stops. Picking up his two best friends/cronies, Alvin and Josh. They’re always with Dean and do whatever he says.
They're the only two who know about my farting abuse from Dean.
They both get in the back seat. Dean doesn't hold back blasting ass every couple of seconds even with them riding with us.
“Dude, I know your farts are bad, but why stop there? Why not beat the shit out of him?” Josh comments, making me nervous.
“Because if he has bruises he can show it to someone and get me in trouble. And I’m not getting in trouble because of my bitchy brother.” Dean answers.
His friends then start joking about the smell and laughing about the hell Dean’s putting me through. Dean remains silent, beaming with a cocky smirk.
I park in the back of the student parking lot of our school. The three get out, I remain in the driver seat, waiting for Dean’s parting gift. His two buds stand in front of the car, cruelly smiling at me.
Dean opens my car door, spins around, and backs his ass up. The side of my face is consumed by his meaty ass-slabs.
“Thanks for the ride big bro. Here’s another faceful of my brotherly love. You’ve earned it… UGH”
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Dean rips a rancid smelling fart, right on my face. The stench of rotten fish and sulfur has me dry heaving. Through watery eyes I watch as the three walk away, laughing at my suffering.
It takes me 5 minutes to pull myself together. Once I do, I get my bag and head to class.
I’m actually happy in school. I excel in my classes and Dean doesn’t bother me here. He’s so popular he doesn’t want to be seen around me.
Because I constantly smell so bad, I have no friends, but that’s fine. If being ostracized means I get a few hours without Dean then I'm happy.
Sadly, the school day draws to an end and it’s time to return home with the bane of my existence.
As soon as we get into my car, Dean's already hotboxing us while his cronies are in the back, degrading and ridiculing me.
After dropping Alvin and Josh off, we head back home. Once I’m parked, we get out. I follow Dean to the front door. I can't help but fearfully watch his bulbous ass as he walks ahead of me. His cakes wobble and bounce against each other with his every step. It’s like they're silently taunting me about what I’m in for.
Once inside, Dean heads up the stairs to our room. Like a loyal pet, I follow him.
It’s time for our after school ritual.
As we go up the stairs, I follow a few steps behind, keeping my face level with his butt. He's ordered this. With every step, he poots in my face. Ppff, bbtt, rrpp, mmdd.
When we get into our room, Dean’s already tossing his clothes off until he’s completely naked. I look away, not wanting to see his schlong.
Dean lays himself out on his stomach, on his bed. His fleshy mountains protrude into the air. He looks over at me with a devilish grin. He sways his hips making his blubbery orbs clap and jiggle against one another.
“It’s time for my daily debloating session. For the past eight hours I've held in my farts and now you're gonna huff 'em all up so I don’t have to smell them. Get your face in there, big bro.” He commands.
Knowing there’s no way out of my daily chore, I drag myself over to the bed and crawl in. I cringe as I plant my face against his titanic, bare booty, with my nose nestled in his crack. His cheeks are slightly sweaty and the inside of his crack is incredibly musky.
Not even a second after my nose is buried in his crack…
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“Ah, I hope that smelt as good for you as it was for me letting it out.”
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“That’s it big bro, make yourself useful and choke down this farting god’s butt stink.”
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“Damn that school pizza was killing me, and now it’s gunning for you.”
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“Uh-oh I feel a big one coming.”
Dean reaches back and grabs the back of my head, before shoving my entire face into his cavernous crack. His fleshy yet firm glutes are clamped around the sides of my face, and the tip of my nose is pressed against his sweaty pucker.
“I want your nose right there. HGH… Now get another big whiff of my brotherly love, big bro… NGH”
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Dean unleashes a roaring 50 seconds of toxic butt wind right up my nose. The stench of raw sewage and ass musk has me retching and crying. It’s too much, I pass out.
I’m woken up by something heavy dropping onto my upturned face, followed by…
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Dean raises his bubble butt off of my face, looking down at me with a sneer.
“Dinner’s ready, go wash up and make yourself presentable.”
I do as he orders and clean myself up. I then join him, my mom, and Donovan for dinner. I smile and interact with mom and Donovan so they won’t catch on that I’m miserable.
After dinner, we head back to our room. I’m given a few hours of reprieve. As he plays games on our Playstation, I complete both of our homework assignments. His homework is another thing I must do for him.
Even though it’s not in my face, he’s still farting. As he plays and I work…
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Dean is continuously ripping ass, making the air in our bedroom thick with his intestinal vapors. With our parents bedroom downstairs, they can’t hear or smell Dean hotboxing our room.
I'm finished at around midnight. A glance at Dean shows me that he’s asleep. Thank goodness. Some nights, when he’s still up, he makes me sleep with him, in his bed, as I use his bum as a pillow and he dutch ovens me.
I crawl into bed and force myself to sleep even though the room is filled to the brim with Dean’s noxious butt funk. I don’t think I’ll ever be free of him. In some way, he’ll always remain in my life, making it smelly and miserable.
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I’m once again woken up with a fart to the face, and made to eat my food that Dean's farted on.
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With my car in the shop, I can’t drive Dean to school. Dean got one of his friends to pick him up for school while I have to walk.
Fine by me. The less time with him, the better.
Another good thing is that Dean’s wrestling practice is back in session, so I have more time without him after school.
School’s over and I’m on my way back home. I’m walking in between the main school building and the gym, which is completely deserted, when a voice comes from behind me.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t our favorite bitch.” Shit, it’s Alvin and Josh. Unlike Dean, those two don’t do any sports.
“Where ya going, bitch?” Josh taunts.
“I’m just heading home.” I reply before turning around and continuing on my way.
Alvin spins me back around, to face them, looking pissed. “What? Turning your back on us? You think you're better than us, bitch? I think I better put you in your place.” Before I can react he punches me in the face.
As I fall backwards, my head hits the corner of a nearby dumpster. Immense pain starts throbbing from the back of my head. I fall to the ground and things start to go blurry. Alvin and Josh are looking down at me, panicked.
“Fuck man, we’re screwed! Look at all that blood!”
“Uh, no man, you’re screwed. You’re the one who punched him.”
That’s the last I hear before I black out.
An annoying, beeping sound wakes me from my slumber. I open my eyes, finding myself in a hospital room. I reach up, feeling bandages wrapped tightly around the top of my head.
My mother’s worried and crying face suddenly pops into view. “Oh baby, try not to move. You lost blood and had a slight concussion.”
“W-where am I? What happened?” I slur out.
“You’re in the hospital. Two boys attacked you after school. They’re in police custody. The police are waiting for your statement and if you want to press charges.”
Mom looks hesitant before she continues. “The two boys also confessed about what Dean’s been doing to you for years. Oh baby, why didn’t you say anything?” My mom cries, more tears streaming down her face.
“I didn’t want to ruin your marriage. I know Donovan makes you happy.”
Mom shakes her head. “No, no, you're more important to me. I’m divorcing him.”
My eyes widen, I grab her wrist. “No mom, I know you both love each other. And I think he’s a great guy. My problems with Dean not him. Please don’t let him end your marriage.” I beg.
Mom silently stares at me for a few seconds before nodding. “Okay baby, but things are gonna change.” She promises as she looks across the room.
I follow her eyes, finding Donovan standing in the corner. When our eyes meet, I see guilt in them. A look of conviction dawns on his face and he gives my mother a nod.
I stop at the police station once I’m released from the hospital. I don’t press charges against Alvin and Josh, but the school expels them.
Mom proves that she’s a woman of her word because things drastically change once I’m back home. For one, our bedroom is now completely mine while Dean has to sleep on the couch.
Mom is so angry that she refuses to speak or spend a single cent on Dean. If she brings home takeout, she gets nothing for Dean. Either he eats whatever’s in the fridge or hopes his dad will go get him something.
Speaking of Donovan, the high amount of pride he used to have for his son has turned into disappointment and resentment. He can’t believe what his son was doing to his wife's son. Nowadays Donovan’s on Dean’s ass whenever he makes the slightest mistake.
The resentment comes from Donovan cutting back a lot of hours even though he’s starting up a construction company. He makes sure I'm never home alone with Dean.
Those weren’t Dean's only problems. After a few weeks of me no longer doing his homework, his grades plummeted and he was dropped from the wrestling team.
Although none of our peers know what truly happened, people started distancing themselves from Dean because the police were somehow involved and they didn’t want any part of that. Dean's been treated like an outcast the second we returned.
Our parents were gonna buy Dean a car, but instead they bought it for me and gave my old one to Dean because of the smell. They also bought me a new laptop and gave my old one to Dean. They say it’s compensation for all the homework I did for him.
At first I was worried about Dean wanting revenge, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. I hardly ever see him. The only time I bumped into him was in the kitchen. When he saw me his face crumpled before he bolted out of the room.
It doesn't matter how good things are now, I don’t feel safe in this house, so I decide to graduate early and leave for college. This pains mom and Donovan but they understand.
The night before I leave, an unnerving feeling wakes me up from my sleep. Looking around, I sit right up, finding Dean standing in the corner. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and what I see confuses me. Dean’s standing there, silently crying.
“I-I’m so s-sorry.” He quietly croaks out.
He soon wipes away his tears with the back of his hand and his face hardens, scaring me. I’m wondering if I should shout for Donovan.
“I’m truly sorry, but I promise to make it up to you. To be the brother you deserve. From now on I’ll watch out for you and anyone who gives you trouble will have to deal with your bro’s nasty, farting booty.” His face darkens. “Alvin and Justin are gonna be my first victims.” Dean promises, with complete conviction in his voice.
With that, he leaves my room. I lie back in bed, glad he’s gone.
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