Startling awake, I could hear the sound of bed springs straining. My mouth was still coated with the taste of Rachel's boob sweat, the remnants of our activities yesterday. I'd apparently slept through the removal of the saran wrap.
It was now Sunday, the last day of Rachel's promised weekend of torture after I'd provoked her on Friday. I wasn't looking forward to finding out what she had planned.
I opened my mouth to yawn, preparing to take inventory. As soon as it opened, though, a piece of cold wet cloth was crammed in, the taste of stale sweat getting stronger.
My eyes popped open, only to be immediately blocked by Rachel lowering herself onto my face.
My nose slid snugly into my sister's buttcrack, now wearing a pair of black booty shorts. A decent portion of each butt cheek could be seen around the skin-tight fabric. My mouth, now with a piece of sweaty cloth crammed in it, was buried somewhere in her taint.
Rachel's feet wrapped around the back of my head, at least covered in a clean pair of socks. She still hadn't showered since yesterday morning, but it was something.
I took a deep whiff of my sister's butt as she got comfortable, turning on the tv. By now I was used to the smell.
Finally, finding her show on Netflix, Rachel deigned to explain.
"You did such a good job cleaning my dirty panties the other night that I decided we'd do some laundry this morning while I watched tv."
I groaned, hoping I wasn't sucking on more skidmarks.
"This isn't part of the punishment, by the way. This is just something we're gonna do now. You're currently cleaning my bra from yesterday, in case you're curious."
I, of course, was not happy with the idea of sucking on my big sister's sweat-soaked underwear regularly, but there wasn't much I could do about it now. I just focused on swishing the wet cloth around my mouth, trying to swallow the salty taste of Rachel's sweat. The sooner I clean the bra, the sooner the taste is out of my mouth.
I glanced over, and could see an alarm clock on my desk. 8:30.
Rachel farted, but it somehow felt more casual. Like it wasn't to torture me, she just happened to have to fart. The smell, as always, was horrible, but at least I wasn't tasting it.
After 30 minutes of soaking, she got up and removed the bra, then gave it a once-over.
"Nice job, bro. I was afraid I'd never get all the boob sweat out of that thing. Let's see just how fast you can work."
Rachel shoved a disgusting, faded pair of old socks in my mouth, likely worn on a long run by the looks of them. I could vividly taste her foot funk, rolling off the socks in waves as she sat back down, locking them in.
As an SBD forced its way down my nose, the smell of Rachel's farts and the taste of her feet mixed unpleasantly, creating a miasmic concoction I was forced to endure.
Suddenly, I was struck by how far I had fallen. Just 2 days ago, Rachel had put me in a nearly identical position, and I'd fought for all I was worth, sure that it would be the worst day of my life. Now I was gargling my sister's gym socks while huffing her farts, and I could barely bring myself to care.
Rachel farted a few more times, enjoying the sound of her brother inhaling them, until she got up, this time after 20 minutes.
"Huh, you did it again. I guess I wasn't giving you enough credit, bro. Maybe we've found your true calling."
Being good at sucking her sweaty socks clean was a skill I'd really rather not have.
"I wonder if you can remove a different kind of stain..."
Rachel covered my eyes as she dug around in her hamper, apparently having a specific garment in mind. I just laid there. Removing the hand would only make her mad.
Finally, Rachel climbed back on the bed, not letting me see what she was holding. Straddling me, she removed her hand from eyes, finally letting me see what she was holding.
I was left staring upward at a relatively plain pair of lime green panties. The back was clean, but the entire front was covered in a disturbing dark stain.
