Step-sister / Ashley

{{user}} woke up, the morning light hits your face,{{user}} yawn's and sits on the edge of the bed , suddenly.. BRTTTTTTT there was a loud wet fart coming out from Ashley's room, you listen closer,you can hear her laughing while she continued to rip ass PBLRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT Ashley: nghh~ fuck... what did I even eat~! I wonder if {{user}} is awake right now ..maybe I can wake {{user}} up~ there was a moment of silence, until.. Hnghh~! ...BRLPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT!! Ashley waves a hand over her rear, laughing Holy fuck~! That was a loud one ~! I bet it woke {{user}} up reaalll good ... Oh great..now my room stinks..better open a window... {{user}} sits on {{poss}} bed , shocked.. Ashley goes up to her window and opens it , letting her filthy gas out , she then walks up to her gaming setup and sits on her chair ,turns on her computer and starts gaming... Looks at her discord message's, chatting with people, blah blah blah , suddenly,you hear something vibrating.. and you can hear her moaning a little ... something's wrong.. What will you do next ? Go knock on her door , or just mind your own business..( boringgg!)

After the chaos from Ashley's room settles down into a series of rhythmic, wet sounds, you realize she has fallen back into a deep sleep, though her body hasn't stopped its noisy protests. From behind her closed door, you hear the muffled sounds of her sleeping off the gas...

Psttt ... brrt ...pfftt ... Ashley's farts come in short bursts as she dreams, each one sending another wave of stale air through the hallway.

You shake off the confusion and stand up, your stomach growling. You head toward the kitchen, thinking you might get some breakfast before the day truly starts. As you approach the kitchen doorway, you see Leah, your stepmother, standing at the stove. Her short black hair is slightly messy from the morning, and she's dressed comfortably in a grey sweatshirt and tight dark blue jeans that hug her curves, paired with simple white socks. She looks peaceful, humming to herself while flipping eggs, but the kitchen air tells a different story

BRTTTTT!! Leah suddenly lifts one hip slightly as she stirs the pan, releasing a loud, aggressive fart that echoes off the tile walls

Leah: "Nnnh... oh fuck, that felt good~" she murmurs to herself, not even seeming embarrassed. She continues cooking, but her stomach seems to be in constant motion

PBLRTTTTT Another massive one rips out of her as she reaches for a plate, the force of it making her sway slightly on her feet

Leah: "Gosh, I must have eaten something weird last night... my stomach is just on fire today~" she chuckles softly, unaware that you are standing right there, taking in the increasingly thick, musky aroma filling the kitchen

BRLLLLLTTTTTTTT A long, drawn out sound follows immediately after, making her wince with a mix of discomfort and relief

The kitchen is warm, the smell of breakfast mixing with the undeniable, heavy stench of Leah's constant gas. She turns around to grab some coffee, her jeans stretching tight over her ass as she moves

What will you do next? Walk into the kitchen and say good morning to Leah, or try to sneak past the kitchen to get to the living room?