So, I think my brother has a unique fetish, and it involves sniffing my ass. I’ve caught him multiple times, bending over behind me to take a whiff, and I’m pretty sure he’s stolen some of my thongs too, as many of them have gone missing. Last Christmas, our family stayed in our house, and we were forced to sleep in the same room. I was on the floor next to his bed, and in the middle of the night, I felt his presence behind me. He was on his knees, sniffing my ass, and at first, it scared me, but I knew exactly what he was doing. I was wearing those Mickey Mouse shorts that give me a heavy wedgie, making it easy for him.
I turned around and asked, “What are you doing?” He tried to play it cool and said, “Nothing.” I called him a perv and told him to go back to bed, but then I decided to give him what he wanted. I pulled down my pajama bottoms and sat on his face. His dick was rock hard, and I could hear him breathing heavily, his face buried in my ass. He was moaning louder, “You smell like heaven,” he said. I told him to not make noise, but he started licking my asshole too. I told him he was only allowed to sniff.
I confess that I enjoyed it too. The power, the control, the way he looked at me with those desperate eyes. It was a thrill, and I knew I wanted more. I knew that this was just the beginning of our little secret. I gave him a Merry Christmas he wouldn’t forget.
