Sisters Punishment Ch 01

I'd just moved into my dorm for my first semester of college when I made the worst mistake of my life.

Given my social anxiety, my older sister, Rachel, and I had decided to room together for my first year.

Apparently most buildings don't allow coed roommates, so we were in an old, isolated building with only a few other people, who were all on different floors. The room itself was alright, the floor was carpeted, so it felt cozy. Unfortunately, there was no AC, so it was commonly sweltering inside, even with a window fan.

Rachel was a Sophomore, and something of a loner. She probably wouldn't have had her little brother as a roommate if she wasn't.

I was just getting settled for the night when she walked in. Her Raven black hair was in a tight ponytail, and she was wearing her exercise leggings and stained plain t shirt. The leggings accentuated her figure, showing off her ass. Rachel had a soft, large butt, round and perky, that barely fit into her leggings. It would be perfect on any other girl, but since she was my sister, I tried not to think about it.

Rachel looks unassuming at first, 5'11, all curves, and a considerable amount of fat in all the right areas. Underneath her soft figure, though, she had a lot of hard muscle, with powerful legs. I would know. Every time we fought as kids (and more recently, honestly), she would win handily.

When she wasn't hitting the gym, she mostly stuck to a more relaxed style, everything from skirts with black stockings to short shorts.

Rachel walked towards her bed, and as she did, I caught a whiff of BO blown towards me by the fan. She was visibly sweaty. Her skin was oily, and I'm pretty sure her leggings weren't quite that shade around the butt and crotch before she started her routine.

"Jesus, you stink. How long were you at the gym?"

"A few hours", she responded. "It's 90 degrees out, of course I'm going to sweat a little."

I just shrugged and began making my bed. Based on her expression, I may have to apologize tomorrow. Rachel has a horrible temper, especially when she feels she's been insulted. Somehow, I'd never learned to keep my mouth shut.

Apparently, she decided the conversation wasn't done yet. The carpet muffled her footsteps as she walked up behind me, and casually put me in a headlock. I started to panic, and gagged from the proximity of her sweaty armpit.

Unfortunately, that only seemed to make her more angry.

"Oh, it's that bad, huh? Why don't you get a nice good whiff."

I tried to choke out a hasty "I'm sorry", but was cut short as she began dragging me to the ground.

Keeping me face up, she shoved my head through the gap between the back of her chair and the cushion. Rachel held one hand on my throat, and slowly walked around the edge of the chair.

Now I really started to panic. Rachel would occasionally sit on my face when we play-fought as kids, and I did not want to become so closely acquainted with it again, considering the sweat dripping down her thighs.

Carefully keeping her strangle hold on my neck, she slowly began to lower her ass towards my face. A single drop of sweat landed on the tip of my nose, and I started desperately flailing my limbs. It was no use. In contrast to Rachel, I never had been very strong. Painfully slowly, she kept lowering herself. Clearly, she was enjoying herself. Seeing the smirk on her face scared me even more.

The skin-tight fabric of my sister's leggings were practically begging for mercy. The seams were stretched to the breaking point, and the back of the leggings were sliding slightly into her buttcrack, giving her a wedgie. I could see her lacy black panties through them.

Seeing Rachel's butt inches above me, I had a flashback of the most brutal punishment she'd ever given me, a few years ago. This was after the incident where her boyfriend broke up with her, and I'd never seen her so mad. She'd hog tied me, taped my mouth shut, and dutch ovened me in her bed all night. One of Rachel's farts could clear a room on a bad day, so as you can imagine, it was a hellish night.

She was fully aware of how toxic her farts would be, and would occasionally weaponize them. Our parents had always kept her in check, though, and she never really wanted to torture me, it was just tough sibling love. Okay, maybe with the occasional punishment, but still.

Back in the present, our parents, or anyone else for that matter, were nowhere to be found. She continued to lower herself, but I was confused to find she wasn't aiming for my face correctly. She suddenly halted above my chin, then quickly removed her hands and dropped the last couple inches onto my throat.

I was taken by complete surprise, and after an initial jolt, I breathed a sigh of relief. I hadn't pissed her off too badly.

At least, I tried to breathe a sigh of relief, before being reminded that Rachel was crushing my windpipe with her full weight.

The warm, damp fabric of her leggings started forming itself around my throat, and the musty smell of my big sister's body odor got stronger. My mouth and nose were inches from the sweat-stained crotch of her leggings, and I could smell everything.

I stopped struggling, coming to the conclusion that I wasn't going anywhere no matter what I did. I just focused on taking shallow, labored breaths.

Rachel took a couple of her belts out of her closet, and began tightening one first around my wrists, and then my legs, apparently just in case I thrashed harder than she expected.

I couldn't see her face past her boobs anymore. They weren't very large, about average in fact, but from my current perspective, it didn't take much to block her expression. I had no clue what was going through her mind anymore.

I could barely choke in any air at all, making a tortured wheezing sound every time I did. I didn't particularly want to breathe, considering the smell, but I had to do something. Rachel never shifted posture, continuing to crush me with her full weight. I was probably lucky to be breathing at all, because her buttcrack had landed square on my windpipe.

I could smell the residue of old, faded farts on her chair and leggings, but that wasn't so bad as getting the real thing. I just resigned myself to getting crushed until she calmed down. She'd never done anything like this before, but I figured she'd lose interest soon enough. I never escaped Rachel once she got me pinned.

After a few minutes, she started bouncing up and down a little, laughing softly when I choked. I had to endure it, I couldn't even struggle.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was probably 5-10 minutes, she stood up.

I began desperately gasping for air, finally able to fill my lungs now that Rachel wasn't strangling me.

"What, am I that fat?!" She asked, apparently angry at my reaction to being released. She always has been sensitive about her weight.

She plopped herself right back down, and then started to bounce harder. I was getting less and less air every time, and I began to genuinely fear she would kill me. That would be something, strangled to death by my sister's rank butt jammed into leggings a half size too small.

At this point, I started to get angry. I probably deserved the first part, to an extent, but this was just ridiculous. With every jolt of weight, I got more and more outraged at what Rachel was doing to me.

Finally, after another eternity, she relented. This time, I was careful to restrain myself from reacting too much.

"So, do you have something to say?"

I swallowed my anger, and decided to apologize "I'm sorry for what I said. You don't smell too bad." It was clearly a forced apology, but I doubted she would mind too much.

"And?"

Looks like we were going through this old game again. "And you're the best sister ever."

"And?"

"And you're stronger, smarter, and better than me."

To my astonishment, she stayed put.

"Now, apologize for insulting my body."

Up until this point, I was mostly just resigned, but now I had just had it. I had already groveled, and now she wanted me to apologize to her because she strangled me?

I felt a white hot spike of anger, and before thinking twice, yelled "go fuck yourself. You sit on my throat, and then get angry with me for being relieved you get off? Try losing some weight, fatass!"

She suddenly got a very blank look in her eye. I should've recognized it from the boyfriend incident, but with my current emotional state, I wasn't really noticing anything.

"You may want to rethink that response", she responded, voice completely flat.

This normally would've scared me to the point of stuttering. Instead, it just inspired another white hot spark of defiance. I didn't even think once, let alone twice.

"Yeah right, I'm surprised you didn't break right through the chair, you cow"

I saw Rachel's face turn a deep shade of red, before she turned around and sat back down. To my horror, she sat down straight on my face, and began wiggling around to shift my face into the exact position she wanted. Finally, after a few seconds, my mouth was barely able to get air from under her crotch, and my nose was jammed securely in her wedgied buttcrack.

The stench of her body odor was suddenly overpowering, as I was forced to sniff with my nose shoved straight up Rachel's crack. The stale smell of old farts started to get stronger, too.

As more sweat from her butt and crotch started trickling into my airways, I really started to panic. I was in living hell, and it would only be worse if she decides to fart on me. Rachel's forethought with the belts paid off, I could barely even wiggle around.

My mouth was quickly starting to fill with stale sweat from my big sister's crotch. The 90 degree air was making its presence known. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise, though, as I had enough room to make one last appeal to Rachel.

"Rachel, please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Please don't do this."

It was muffled by her sweat-soaked crotch, but still audible. For a second, I really thought Rachel would listen. She cocked her head, hesitated, and then leaned back a little, and opened a drawer in her desk. I stared at her back hopefully, her pony tail gently swaying. Her conditioner smelled good, but it wasn't enough to do me any good down here.

After a few second's delay, a soaked bit of cloth was jammed in my mouth. Water started pouring out of it, that tasted like the distilled essence of Rachel's horrific BO. I loudly gagged, and started to screech, but Rachel slapped a hand over my mouth. She turned around, before dangling a bit of faded orange cloth in front of my eyes.

I suddenly realized what I was looking at. It was Rachel's used gym sock. I was visibly soaked through with sweat from her workout, with very clear imprints from all five of her toes, as well as her heel. Just by looking at it, I could tell the smell could strip paint off of walls. I suddenly knew what was in my mouth, and gagged harder.

She turned around, laughing, and shoved the second sock in my mouth as well. The two barely fit, and I gagged some more as the first sock was forced partway down my throat. I barely kept myself from vomiting.

Rachel just laughed harder, and I heard the sound of a roll of tape being used. She applied several layers of packing tape left over from move-in day to my mouth. The socks were staying put.

After making sure I was strapped in tight, Rachel relaxed, leaning back, and started to hum to herself. She seemed very satisfied with our current position, so I didn't think she was going to let me up for a long time.

She enjoyed the sounds of me gagging, and struggling to inhale air from her butt. Sure, she didn't hate her brother, but bending me completely to her will was pretty satisfying.

Laughing some more, she said "hope you're comfortable, bro, you're not going anywhere."

This night had taken the worst turn imaginable. A perfectly normal day had culminated in me strapped to my big sister's chair, inhaling air straight from her rank butt crack, and choking on her rancid gym socks. How could this get any worse? To top it all off, it was Friday night, so Rachel could keep me here as long as she wanted.

It seems I had jinxed myself because right after, my worst fears were confirmed. I heard a distant rumble from above me. Rachel didn't shift, but I knew what was coming. I started hyperventilating, struggling for all I was worth. All that resulted in was me sinking my nose even deeper into Rachel's crack, making the smell so much worse. I couldn't even scream.

She completely ignored my struggling, continuing to sit contentedly, drowning her little brother in ass sweat.

Finally, after a couple minutes, I heard it:

ssssssssssst.

One of Rachel's infamous SBDs.