That shrunken little fart creep is at it again - sneaking, spying, and sniffing every foul puff I let out. He’s completely obsessed with my gas… and will do anything to get close. Even though he’s my step-brother and he knows it’s so, so wrong. Lying naked on my bed, full of farts, I don't notice him crawling right up to my arsehole. I blast out stinker after stinker, each one pouring straight into his desperate little nostrils. He’s pathetic. Addicted. And he's loving every second of it.