My brothers face is just my cushion. I love resting my ass on it. I know my brother can’t breathe as I crush his head with all the weight of my ass. He starts to put fight to try and get away, but I’m too strong for him and easily keep him pinned under my ass. I sit on him so good that he falls out and all I can do is just laugh. He goes limp and I play with his limbs to see if he is faking it to get me to stop. This is what I mean when I tell my brother to stay out of my room or I’m going to sit on its face, so he can’t breathe