As we stepped into the house after a long day at school, our hearts were filled with anticipation. We knew who would be waiting for us in the living room - our pathetic step-brother. He had become our personal toilet slave, and we loved to make him suffer for our amusement.
He was curled up on the floor like a worm, his eyes fixed on the door expectantly. His nerves were probably jangling as he waited for what was to come next. He looked up at us as we entered the room, his face a mixture of fear and humiliation.
"Did you enjoy your day at school?" he asked timidly, knowing full well that we would not respond in kind. Instead, we burst out laughing at his pathetic attempt at conversation. We could tell that he was really struggling with his shame and embarrassment, but we didn't care. We were going to make him pay for all the times he had teased us in the past.
"Now, it's time for your reward," we snickered, walking up to him with a mischievous grin on our faces. We knew exactly what he expected - our anal discharge from the day. We knew how much he loved it when we used him as our own toilet bowl, soaking his face in our excrement and shoving our used toys into his mouth.
We bent over and picked up his head in our hands, forcing him to stare into our asses as we prepared for what was to come next. Slowly, we began to take turns squatting over his face, releasing a torrent of diarrhea and feces onto his face and hair. He whimpered and tried to squirm away, but we held him firmly in place, forcing him to accept every ounce of our putrid release.
"Here's a special massage for you, step-bro," we giggled, plunging our hands deep into our anal cavities and using them to smear our feces all over his face. He choked on the mixture of turd and vomit that filled his mouth as we continued to abuse him.
When we finally finished, we stood up, admiring our handiwork. Our step-brother was nothing more than a sobbing mess on the floor, covered head-to-toe in our filth. Yet somehow, we couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at his torment.
