"Don't worry," you reassure him sarcastically, "Its nothing special just the usual morning gas".
"Ash no! Please not again," he begs struggling to escape your clutches. You expertly spin around into a reverse pin and position your butt about a foot over his head, forcing Lewis to stare into his stinky fate. You allowed Lewis to struggle and beg some more; just because it gave him a litter glimour of hope that he might escape. Then, you did it. As quickly as a person could have read the prevoius sentence, you had sat on his face. You felt your butt mould around his face, as it was positioned insde your jean clad butt crack. Lewis's intensified struggles confirmed what you already knew, he did not like the smell of your butt. You wiggled your butt a little trying to get a comfy seat, enjoying the stinky torture you were putting your helpless brother through. It was about to get stinker though. Your stomach was rumbling and both you and Lewis knew what was coming next. Lewis began to kick his legs and cry muffled words into your butt, but it didn't phase you...
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