This choice: He invites over his disgusting girlfriend. • Go Back... You awaken to a repeated, soft slapping to your cheek and groan groggily as your eyes open.
"Good morning, sunshine," You hear Taylor's voice greet you as the your surroundings blurred into focus, "Hey little siss, look who's come to visit." You could see clearly now, although your head still ached from the noxious fumes that forced you unconscious earlier. You could see that you were laying on the floor on your back with two figures looking down at you. One you recognized as Taylor, dressed in a jersey a his "lucky" basketball shorts that he never washed. The other figure was a slender girl about 18 in age with short, messy black hair, dressed in an old, slightly-torn t-shirt and a baggy pair of cargo pants hanging from her wide hips. It was Abigale, Taylor's girlfriend and the single-most disgusting tomboy you've ever met.
"Hey, Jamie," she greets you with venomous grin, "Good thing you're awake; I've had the worst gas since I got here." She rubbed her stomach as it gurgled forbearingly. You instantly try to jump to your feet and bolt for the door, but Taylor bodyslams you back onto the floor and expertly pins you down.
"Hey!" you yell, "Get the fuck off of me!"
"Ladies first," Taylor says to Abigale, ignoring you.
"Oh Taylor, you're such a gentleman," Abigale giggles, giving your brother's face a tender caress. She then places her feet on either side of your head and looks down at you with her grin.
"Stop it, you two!" you yell struggling against your brother's weight, "Let me go now!"
Abigale merely ignored you, squatting down so that her ass hovered over you. The ambient stench of her ass hit like a punch to the face. It stank of rotting cheese and eggs; months of gas clinging to her notoriously unwashed clothing. You wrinkle your nose and gag at the terrible aroma, when suddenly a even more rancid stench blasts into your face in a long, rotten fart. Before you could even try to cough it out, the tomboy's butt slams down onto your face and smothers you. You scream into her ass and kick your legs as she rubs around on your face, smearing in the odor. As you desperately try to free yourself you could hear mocking laughter, then the distinct smacking of lips-on-lips. You groan in disgust, realizing that they were actually making out on top of you.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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