By: FacesittingStoriess
PART 1
I stare at the screen, my fingers hovering over the controller, a sense of dread creeping into my stomach. My step sister, with her mischievous grin, sits across from me, ready to pounce on any mistake I make. We've been playing this video game for hours, and I know what's at stake—the winner gets to decide the punishment for the loser. And my step sister, with her competitive spirit, is determined to make it count.
The game intensifies, and my heart races as I narrowly avoid a trap, my character barely escaping with a sliver of health. I can see the determination in her eyes; she's not going to let this opportunity slip away. With a final, decisive move, she defeats my character, and I groan in frustration.
"Your punishment, little brother," she says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You know the deal. I get to choose, and you have to obey." I swallow hard, already dreading what she might come up with. She leans back in her chair, her eyes narrowing as she thinks. "I want you to smell my fart," she declares, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
My eyes widen in shock. "What? No, that's—that's disgusting!" I protest, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. But she's already shaking her head, a look of mock sympathy on her face. "Oh, come on, Garrett. It's just a harmless fart. And besides, you agreed to the rules."
Reluctantly, I follow her into the living room, where she leads me to a secluded corner. "Kneel down," she commands, and I do, feeling my knees weaken at the thought of what's about to happen. She lets out a small, satisfied laugh and then, with a dramatic flair, lets out a loud fart. The smell hits me like a wave, and I can't help but wrinkle my nose in disgust.
"There," she says, clapping her hands together. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I remain silent, my cheeks burning. She notices my discomfort and decides to up the ante. "I think we need some proof of your submission," she teases, reaching into her pocket. "I have a little surprise for you."
My heart sinks as she pulls out a small camera. "What's that for?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly. She grins, a cruel glint in her eye. "Oh, don't worry. It's just to capture this moment for posterity. You know, in case you ever try to deny your love for my farts." I feel my face grow hot, and I can't believe she's actually going through with this.
"Now, say thank you," she orders, her voice taking on a more commanding tone. "Thank you, Step Sister, for this wonderful experience," I mumble, my voice filled with reluctance. She chuckles, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Not quite what I had in mind. I want you to mean it. Say it like you mean it, or I might have to come up with an even more humiliating punishment."
I take a deep breath, steeling myself. "Thank you, Step Sister," I say, my voice firmer this time. "Thank you for this... unique experience. I appreciate your, er, creativity." She nods, seemingly satisfied, and I can't help but feel a sense of relief, even as I know this is just the beginning.
"Now, as a token of your gratitude," she continues, "I want you to show your appreciation in a more... intimate way." She gestures towards her ass, and my heart drops. "Kiss it," she says, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Kiss my ass, and show me just how grateful you are."
I hesitate, my mind racing with thoughts of escape. But her gaze is unwavering, and I know I have no choice. I lean forward, my face burning, and press a quick kiss to her cheek. "There," I say, my voice shaking. "Is that enough?"
She laughs, a sound that sends a shiver down my spine. "Oh, Garrett, you know it's not. I want you to really mean it. Show me how much you appreciate this... gift." I take a deep breath, my chest tightening with humiliation. But I have no choice; I must obey. I lean in again, my lips brushing against her skin, and I whisper, "Thank you, Step Sister. For this... unforgettable experience."
As I pull away, I can feel her eyes on me, a mix of amusement and dominance. I know this is just the start of her game, and I'm already dreading what she might come up with next. But for now, I can only hope that my submission will be enough to satisfy her cruel desires.