The discovery of my fetish PART 2.0 [non-fiction]

After I had realized what happens to me when I hear or smell the girl fart, my life wasn't the same anymore. I wanted more of it. I became hungry of new experiences, still with no idea why do I like when it happens to me and what exactly I feel then. All I felt was this strange feeling that I want more of it. Also I knew the potential source of new gassy experiences. Of course I'm talking about my cousin Monica, that probably most of you know from the previous part of this story. She was the one who changed my life forever just by the one fart! Incredible huh? But that's the truth...

Since that remarkable moment I became more watchful to not miss any smelly gift from her when she was somewhere around me. I hope you won't hate me if I say that since then every game we played together, every minute we spent together appeared to me as a challenge to fulfil my dirty desires. I know, I was such a nasty twerp and I still feel ashamed about my behaviour. However I was too young then to consider it as a sexual experience and I'm glad it never happened, because I believe that's not properly to have a sexual experiences with relatives. I just loved her gassiness in a weird way, as if I was addicted to it and all the time I wanted more and more of it, but had no idea why.

But she seemed to not mind it at all and quite liked the idea of farting as much as she could and whenever she wanted and still (or because of it) seeing me happy. Not like other members of her family who always kept shouting at her for stinking up the rooms. Sometimes I even didn't have to do anything to get what I liked, because she found hilarious to try gross me out in playfully way, but as you probably suspect - with no success, although 90% of her farts were unbearable to others. In my case it always caused the opposite effect.