My Cousin Julia Or The Summer Of Awakening (Part 1)

In the behavior culture of our family, farting had always been a taboo. It literally never happened and it was seen as something very disgusting. I was socialized in a kind of philosophy that farting was something impolite and basically, I was warned that nobody was really going to fart neither in public nor around family members, what I actually believed. I also felt something like that I was happy not to fart and even more I was happy not to experience anyone else farting. But seventeen years ago, there was a summer which changed my life forever. In retrospective I would say it was the discovery and realization of my fart fetish. Even several years after that life-changing experience I hadn't noticed yet it was something that anyone else could also have and that it was called “Fart Fetish”. But it turned my feelings, especially my sexuality upside down. So, let me describe to you what happened that time with the aim that maybe some of you could understand and comprehend what made me feel the way since then:

The summer of 2003 was the hottest I could ever remember. I was thirteen years old. As usual in Germany, I had summer vacation for six weeks. In August me and my parents were invited to my uncle's birthday party plus overnight stay at his family's house. It was such a big house that even three families could have lived there. Although living in Central Europe we had such tropical temperatures outside and inside the house. My parents and I arrived around 2:30 p.m. Almost half of all family members I knew at that time were invited and most of them were present. We were warmly welcomed by my aunt, my uncle and my eleven years old cousin Julia. As long as I remembered, Julia and I had played together since we both had visited each other. My dad's family and my uncle’s family lived far away from each other and therefore, we were not usually able to meet more than once a year. Maybe that was the reason that even Julia seemed to have missed me as much as I was looking forward to getting to know the way she had changed since the year before. Personally, I was also happy to see her again, although I almost forgot the way she affected me. She had a relatively slim but feminine and delicate body figure, long light blonde hair with blue eyes, full lips and long legs. She was very tall for her age with around 5.1 feet. On that day, her hair was made into a braid. She was wearing a white short dress with some blue flowers and green leaves on it, perfect for such family occasions in summer. Although her braid seemed to be lovingly stuck together, a few highlights of her hair had leaked out of her braid and were moistened. The weather was so hot that even it was cooler inside while windows were shut, a typical dog day. Around 3 p.m. we had our coffee and cake, which took about an hour. After that my uncle and my dad started a long conversation. And so, my mom and some other relatives, my grandparents, all were involved and had a good time. Even my younger relatives were playing outside in the garden. My cousin Julia asked me to come to her room to play with her. She probably had an urgent wish to show me everything she had learned to know since we met last time. She told me about her camping tour two months ago, the last birthday party of her best friend from school and lots of other things. We ended up sitting on the floor (she in her typical cross-legged position) playing some board games. Usually, I didn’t prefer playing such things but she really liked it and told me about exciting new levels which also would be fascinating for me as well. I don’t remember exactly how long we had been playing but it was in the middle of a game round when we were both quiet for a while, because I had to make a decision what to choose next to reach the next step to a higher level. But suddenly I noticed without a warning that Julia let out a popping jackhammer-like fart (in a way like p – p – p – p – ...) which must have lasted for about five seconds. I suddenly got frightened because at the first moment I thought it was something else. The vibrating of the wooden floor in her room made me even feel her farting. I would never have thought it was coming from her so I looked at her face and she also seemed frightened and probably embarrassed. We surprisingly looked at each other like we both wouldn’t believe what had happened. I also felt embarrassed because I didn’t know what to do and to say for the first time. And while we looked at each other, she began to let out another fart sounding exactly the same which didn’t seem to stop and lasted for maybe twelve seconds. My tummy started tickling as if I were going up and down on a roller coaster, because I had never heard such noise before. It seemed so out of her character. While we kept on looking both astonished, there came a decent scent of carbon, which became stronger while she slowly began to smile. While that scent became so pungent and penetratingly benevolent at the same time, her smile switched slowly and unstoppably into blunt und pure laughing. Her face was so beautiful that I enjoyed every sight her face offered me to watch especially her beautiful lips and teeth while I couldn’t escape from the smell of that one hundred percent pure fart. That combination of her face and the smell of her fart was stuck in my mind at that moment. While she was still laughing, she asked me “What’s wrong?” before adding something like “Don’t you dare to tell!”. Suddenly I got extremely aroused of something I felt embarrassed of. I could still play over well because I tried to think of that stupid board game with the next level I was going to achieve. So, she didn't notice anything. After a few minutes while I was still assuming it was just an exception, she released another fart sounding like a motor-cycle maybe (like ppprprprprp) two or three seconds long, but this time she just smiled with a bit of enjoyment in her face without saying anything. Probably, she knew that she didn't feel it necessary anymore to hold it back in front of me. Some minutes later, when her legs were drawn up, she suddenly put her legs as close to the floor as possible before letting out another fart (something like pfffffprprp) maybe three or four seconds. It looked like she was trying to make it raunchier and louder. When she had released that fart, she was kind of grinning and saying sarcastically “Sorry.”, while a kind of saltier scent from the place where she was sitting came to develop and fulfil the whole room. After we both finished the ongoing game, we both sat next to each other with our backs against the wall. Then she kind of warned me by saying “I need to fart again.”, before she laid both her legs to the floor as close as possible but slightly open and farted long but with interruption (something like prp – p – prpfffffffff – prpffff). After that, the expression of her face was full of enjoyment and pleasure, as if she were going to sigh, but she didn't. It was the first time that I was eagerly awaiting the scent of her fart. It smelled irresistibly beautiful. About fifteen minutes later I heard someone knocking at the door. Julia suddenly jumped up and immediately took a seat at her desk and said “Come in.” The door was opened by her mom/my aunt who told me to prepare my bedroom for the night. So, I went to the place, which was going to be my sleeping room for the following night, but I felt and wished that I could have spent more time with Julia that moment, because I guessed she probably had more farts to release and unfortunately I was not around her. After I prepared the bed in my sleeping room, it was about 7 p.m. and we all went for lunch, which lasted for around two hours. I wished I would have spent the evening with Julia alone, but about one or two hours later Julia went to bed and there was no further reason to stay up much longer.

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