I Hate My Sister 4: Moving out/Shoved in (Choose-Your-End)
 
 
PROLOGUE
 
 
Moving sucks. Hardly a controversial opinion, I know. Unfortunately, it’s a necessary evil, you can’t live with your parents forever. Thankfully, I was about to put the last box down inside our new room. I say “our”, as my dear mother and father kicked Jenna out, same as me, and with what we could afford, we didn’t have much choice besides to find an apartment together. We found a pretty nice place we could afford: good location, comfortable, not falling apart. The downside was there was only 1 bedroom. Being that we would be both paying for half the rent, neither of us wanted to concede and sleep in the living room. In the end, we agreed to share the bedroom. Jenna offered to handle getting all the furniture we would need for the place, so I took care of the first month’s rent.
 
 
As I set down the last box of my crap in the bedroom, I look around and realize that I have been outright bamboozled. There was only one bed in the room, and it was a double. I walk to the kitchen where Jenna is putting away dishes, and she looks up at me. Predicting my reaction, she smirks at me and explains “Look, I knew you’d probably be angry, but come on. Try to be rational about this. One double mattress costs a lot less than two singles, and it means we could afford a more comfortable one too. Besides, it’s hardly like we don’t share a bed all the time anyway.” She finishes grinning at me, and I glare back at her. “Yeah, because you love to fall asleep with me shoved somewhere. We haven’t actually slept together since we were children.” She shrugs, “meh, to-may-to, to-mah-to, same difference.” I continue, “I will concede that you make a valid point that this is the frugal choice, but if you’d asked me I would have just paid the difference myself.” She smiles innocently at me, “Sorry, but too late now. You could always just buy yourself your own mattress.” I sigh, defeated. She knows that I can’t afford that: after paying the entire month's rent myself, I was nearly broke until next payday. “You win for now, but I will be buying my own bed once I get paid, and you’re lucky that I’m not holding this against you.” She gives me a big hug, burying my head in her cleavage, and says “Aww, but I was looking forward to getting to ‘cuddle’ with my lil bro every night.” She put a weird emphasis on the word cuddle that sent a shiver down my spine.
 
 
A few hours later, it’s time to go to sleep. Laying in the middle of the only bed in the apartment was Jenna, completely naked. I glare at her, my face completely deadpan. She rolls over towards me, pressing her huge boobs into the bed and kicking her legs in the air. The smug look on her face tells me how satisfied with the situation she is, but in an obviously insincere innocent tone says, “What? You know I always sleep in the nude. It’s hardly like I’m showing you anything you haven’t seen before.” She makes a seductive pose, jiggling herself to tease me. I know that she was almost certainly lying, as I’ve seen her wearing her pajamas before. However, the only times I’ve been around her when she actually went to sleep was when I was stuck inside her, and she was always naked in those situations, so I can’t quite call out her lie for sure. She rolls back over and lies down on one of the two pillows on the bed, holding her arms open towards me and wiggling her tits, inviting me to lay down next to her. I stand there for a moment, contemplating my options. I’m exhausted from the move, and want nothing more than to lay down in bed and go to sleep. However, I can’t help but question the wisdom of willingly climbing into the lion’s den.
 
 
CHOOSE YOUR END
 
 
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Sighing, too exhausted to care, I throw caution to the wind and flop into her arms. She pulls me in tight, holding my head in between her boobs, before kissing me on the forehead and closing her eyes. Within seconds, I can hear her breath steadying, as she’d already fallen asleep. Held in her grip, I can’t really move to adjust to a more comfortable position, but if I'm honest with myself, it could have been worse. With one of her pillowy breasts beneath my head, and the other flopped over me, it was rather cozy. It wasn’t long before I was hypnotized by the rhythm of her breathing, which caused her tits, and my head, to sway gently, and I fell asleep.
 
 
I woke up to one of my least favorite sounds in the world: Jenna’s stomach gurgling hungrily. Still pressed into her chest, the sound of her belly gurgling just below me was like the sound of thunder in the not-too-far distance. I notice that she’s mumbling in her sleep, “Oh, no I couldn’t….for me?...oh….well.... if you insist.” I look up at her face, and the color drains out of mine as I see her licking her lips. All we had for dinner was instant ramen, so it wasn’t surprising that she was still hungry. It seemed like she was dreaming about food, and in her dream she must have thought whatever she was holding looked very appetizing. I began to struggle against her, but she had an iron grip on me, like that of a predator guarding it’s hard earned prize. I would try calling to her to wake her up, if not for my mouth being pressed against her chest still.
 
 
She pulls me closer to her face, and licks my face bottom to top as if it were an ice cream cone. “Mmmm…. Delicious…. More please…” she mumbled sleepily, as she opened her mouth wide. “Jenna, wake up, sto-” I say, trying to wake her, as she pulls the rest of my body closer still, and my head slides into her waiting maw. She begins suckling on my head, her tongue sliding back and forth across my face, and I can feel her nibbling lightly on my neck. She is treating my head like a lollipop, and I’m unable to do anything about it. Within a few seconds, my head is soaked with sticky saliva, matting my hair to my head. Terrified, I can faintly see the dark void in front of me, and I can hear her gurgling stomach much more loudly. For as many times as Jenna has shoved me up her butt, or her pussy, she has never tried eating me before, for obvious reasons. Aside from the fact that would mean giving up her favorite toy, she does still love me as her brother. However, sleeping deeply and dreaming of tastier foods than we could afford, none of that mattered to her right now.
 
 
“Mmmph…. mar pweash'' echoes around my head, and I hear the sound I had been dreading. With a deafening GULP, Jenna takes her first swallow. My head is pulled downwards into her throat, my shoulders following the rest of me into her mouth. For just a moment, had someone else been around to see, the faint outline of my face isvisible, pressed into the inside of her neck. The moment doesn’t last, as my sister swallows again, and the outline of my face descends and disappears behind her boobs. Her hungry stomach waiting impatiently, she begins to gulp me down faster. GULP. GLLRK. GULP.
 
 
I slip down her throat, the tight tunnel slowly tightening and loosening to work me further inward, like a snake. My head reaches an opening, and hits bottom in her stomach. The smell is awful, bitter and acrid, and I can see a few remaining ramen noodles stuck to the walls. I try screaming for her to stop, only accomplishing a quiet “mmmph” from within her gurgling belly.
 
 
She’s made real progress, having gotten my top half down her throat, when my crotch is pulled into her mouth. Slowing down, she begins aggressively licking all around my dick, balls, and asshole. “Mmmph…. shalty…” I had worked up a good sweat moving boxes around today, and I hadn’t bothered to shower. Apparently, Jenna appreciates the taste, as she spends a while sliding her tongue across my nethers. I can’t help but to become aroused, it was impossible not to with her tongue wrapped around me like a python. Eventually, I can’t take it anymore, and I cum in her mouth. She spends a few more moments, squeezing me for every drop, until, finally satisfied, she takes another swallow. GLLRK. GULP.
 
 
With just a few more swallows, I was almost completely shoved into her rumbling belly, with only my feet remaining in her mouth. With one final gulp, my feet are sent down to join the rest of me, and I am completely trapped within the sweltering heat of my big sister’s big belly. The sounds of squishing, squelching, gurgling, and growling surround me, so loud as to almost completely drown out the faint sound of Jenna’s heartbeat and breathing. On the outside, she has rolled over onto her back, contentedly rubbing her big round belly. Jenna being so much larger than me, and having a pretty sizable gut to begin with, one would hardly be able to tell that there was an entire person sealed within her stomach, except for the odd jiggling caused by my struggles. She simply looked rather fat, her belly maintaining the perfect bubbly roundness that she insisted was the crown jewel of her sexiness.
 
 
My body starts to feel slightly tingly, and I realize her stomach has already begun secreting acidic juices. My sister’s belly was getting to work digesting me. Another quiet, “mmmph! Mmmph!” can be faintly heard coming from within her gurgling cauldron. I try again to struggle or scream for help, but it’s futile. Even if I managed to wake her up, she couldn’t help me if she wanted to. Just because she was able to slide me down her throat didn’t mean that she would be able to purposely spit me back out. Nonetheless, I try to fight against the walls of her stomach, squeezing me from every side and kneading the acid into every inch of my body. My pajamas have begun to dissolve, and I’m starting to feel lightheaded. If I didn’t figure out something soon, I was gonna be reduced to a midnight snack that my sister didn’t even know she ate. Sadly, there was nothing I could do, slowly being compressed by her gut, squeezing the definition from my form. For all my struggles, I accomplished upsetting her stomach. Jenna let out a cute little belch, giggling in her sleep, sapping the air from her belly and causing it to squeeze down on me with even greater force. My body was slowly becoming soft, mixing with the stew I was swimming in. Finally, I lost consciousness, and her stomach rumbled happily, as my body fully turned into soup.
 
 
Jenna continues to sleep peacefully, completely oblivious that she had just turned me into a sleepy snack. Her stuffed belly slowly shrinks down to it’s normal, still round and plump size, as her stomach squeezes the me soup into her intestines. By the time she wakes up in the morning, I had made the complete journey through her guts, and was waiting by the back door.
 
 
Jumping out of bed, well rested, my big sis heads straight for the bathroom, feeling the call of nature. She sleepily talks to herself on the way, “Aw man, I had such a great dream last night. I can’t really remember it too well, I just remember going somewhere and having the tastiest meal I’d ever had.” Relieving herself of the steaming load, it occurs to her that she wouldn't have expected a few bowls of ramen to make such a huge dump. Flushing, she heads back towards the bedroom and calls out to me, “Hey sleepyhead, time to get up! Haven’t heard a peep out of...you.” She finishes as she reaches the doorway to our bedroom, and sees that I’m not there. Putting 2 and 2 together, she realizes that her delicious dream was much more real than she had thought, and that I had been her meal. She blushes and bites her lip, “Oh, shit.”
 
 
Ending O
Worse than Sn[O]ring
 
 
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Frustrated and unwilling to reward my big sister for her trickery, I grab the pillow from next to her and toss it to the other side of bed. I lay down opposite her, and she pouts at me. “Aww, c’mon. All I wanted was to cuddle, seriously. I’m tired from the move too, I wasn’t gonna do anything. Whatever, I’m going to sleep.” she says grumpily, rolling over to face away from me and leaving me with the familiar site of her bare butt.
 
 
I feel a little badly, as she sounded sincere in her disappointment. Maybe she really didn’t have anything in store for me, at least for tonight. I put the thought aside, remembering how many times that I wasn’t so lucky, and decided to count my blessings and relax. She had indeed bought us a nice comfy mattress, and I could see the other reason she had wanted to buy the bed herself: she bought an extra long so that she could comfortably stretch out. She reaches all the way from end to end, while my feet only make it a little past halfway. Unable to fight my exhaustion any longer, I begin to slip into unconsciousness.
 
 
We had been asleep for maybe half an hour, before Jenna flopped over in her sleep. The movement wakes me up, being a far lighter sleeper then my impenetrable sister’s slumber. Years of falling asleep despite my squirming within her belly taught Jenna to sleep like a sack of potatoes, and nothing short of a gunshot could wake her. Likewise, being ambushed by her butt while I’m sleeping so many times taught me to wake up easily. I pay her no mind, and go back to sleep. After not long, I’m dragged back into consciousness. Stubbornly wanting to return back to the warm void of slumber, I go to roll over and readjust, when I realize I can’t. My feet are stuck. Waking up a bit more, I recognize an all too familiar sensation: the feeling of being swallowed by Jenna’s anus. I look towards my feet, and see that when she flopped over earlier, she’d landed her ass on my feet. If I’d noticed earlier, I could have easily pulled my feet out, but I must have fallen asleep for longer than I’d thought. I was already knee deep.
 
 
I’m still half asleep, but my sister’s ass feels no sympathy, and is already drawing me deeper into her shitpipe. I attempt to cling to her legs, but her asshole has an iron grip on me, and I continue to rhythmically get tugged closer to her bubble butt. She’s almost to my waist when I get stuck. She is on her back, and my midsection is too wide to get pulled underneath her. I’m not a religious man, but for a moment I pray that she sleeps the rest of the night that way. Ofcourse, I have the worst luck, and I was foolish to have such high hopes, because at that moment she rolls over onto her stomach.
 
 
No longer saved by her own weight stopping me, I feel a strong tug as her impatient anus releases the clench it had caught on while I was stuck. With that, I had now sunk past my waist, and was left face down on top of her legs. I try gripping her legs again, and when that again fails, I try pushing against her ass. Her bouncy butt is too soft however, and I can’t brace myself against it well enough to resist the force of her hungry guts. Pushing against her buns as hard as I can, my hands slip straight down, and they join my descending stomach inside my sister’s shitter.
 
 
With all my limbs now restrained, I was left to helplessly wiggle on top of Jenna’s thighs, unable to do anything else to slow my slippery slide into her colon. Desperate, I try calling to her, hoping against hope that she might actually listen. At first, I got no response, and sink in up to my chest. I keep trying, and finally manage to elicit a response, “Mmm…..need…. deeper.” She clenches down hard, and my shoulders slip inside. “Great, she’s dreaming about shoving me up her ass, while she’s actually doing it.” I think to myself as my head rests on her buns, the only part of me remaining on the outside.
 
 
For a moment, I seem to be stuck again. She seemed to be clenching her cheeks together around my neck, so my head was unable to slip further. Trying one more time, the fool that I am, I try pleading to any and all gods that might exist that I might be stuck for good this time. I hear a gurgling from within the guts that I was almost entirely encompassed in, and Jenna blasts out a large fart around my head. The smell is awful, but far worse is that it loosened her butt’s grip on my head, and I was once again slowly sinking.
 
 
As my neck slipped inside, my head descended between the plush cheeks on either side of me. They parted slowly as I sank, until I got deep enough that they began closing over me. I watched as my vision was slowly blocked about by twin globes, slowly squeezing together until my face was being squished between them. With one final clench, my head fully sank inside, and I was once again trapped within the confines of my big sister’s stinking shithole.
 
 
I lay there, inside her anus, still. My head has been completely swallowed, but my descent has stopped, and my head is stuck in her colon. The smell is awful, and it’s tight and dank, as always, but at least I’m not sinking further. Unfortunately, for just a moment, I counted my blessings, and the universe responded in kind. Another uproar of gurgling, and a wave of stinking gas rages past me, as Jenna farts once again. Thanks to the release of gas, my descent predictably resumes, and I continue onwards into the fetid depths of her bowels. I’m not even mad, at this point I feel like I should have seen it coming.
 
 
I continue sinking deeper and deeper into the depths of my sister’s shitpipe, until I once again come to a stop, twisted up somewhere in what I think is the middle of her intestines. Having thoroughly learned my lesson, I keep my mind blank, and go to sleep deep in the confines of Jenna’s butt without waiting for something else to go wrong.
 
 
In the morning, Jenna wakes up, well rested and happy. She gets up from the bed, stretches, and fails to notice that her belly is ever so slightly larger than usual. She doesn’t even seem to notice that I’m lost in her guts as she walks to the bathroom to brush her teeth. I try squirming, but I’m well restrained by the tight walls of her intestines, and can’t make a strong enough movement to draw her attention. Returning to the bedroom, Jenna notices that I’m not still in bed. “Huh, I guess he got up early to go get shit done. Oh well, I’ll see him later.” With that, she releases another fart, and giggles to herself. I start sliding again, and at this point, I don’t even know which way I’m going or which way is out.
 
 
Ending A
Just W[A]nted to Cuddle
 
 
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Frustrated and unwilling to reward my big sister for her trickery, I grab the pillow from next to her and toss it to the other side of bed. I lay down opposite her, and she pouts at me. I look at her, and sigh, “Look, I’m fucking exhausted. I just really need a good night’s sleep, without any shenanigans. Please, just be good, and I’ll cuddle with you tomorrow night, ok?” I figure a diplomatic approach might be the safest idea. Jenna’s smirk returns, seemingly satisfied, and she closes her eyes. “Fine, but I’m gonna cuddle the shit out of you for making me wait.” Only moments later, her breathing steadies and she is asleep, leaving me with a view of her boobs and belly slowly rising and falling. Amazed that my ploy worked, I get comfortable, and relax. I didn’t think she would accept that so easily, though I am slightly worried how much worse I may have made her wrath for tomorrow. With her feet next to my face, I fell asleep thinking about if I could get away with asking for an advance on my pay.
 
 
Within my sleep, I slowly become aware of a large, soft, squishy, something. Still dreaming, it almost feels like being inside a cloud. Not the real kind where you just get wet, the kind in cartoons that are soft and bouncy. It seemed to be all around me, but I couldn’t see anything. Suddenly, the cloud seemed to groan, and it started to rain. I wake up, confused and sleepy, and it takes me a moment to recognize the source of my dream.
 
 
At some point in my sleep, Jenna had apparently become dissatisfied with our deal, whether while she was awake or not I couldn’t say. She had grabbed hold of my feet, and dragged my legs up closer to her so that she could still cuddle with part of me. As a result, she was now treating me like a body pillow, cuddling with my legs, leaving my head cradled between her legs. My entire body was being pressed into her, and my head was squished between her thighs, forcing my face into her crotch. She was still asleep, but the feeling of my chin pressed into her clit had clearly aroused her, as my face was already damp with her pussy juice. She is moaning softly in her sleep as she lightly humps my head. Mumbling sleepily, I hear “mmm… right… there…. More….” She was clearly enjoying a horny dream, possibly about doing exactly what she really was doing.
 
 
Awake enough to understand what’s happening, I begin trying to squirm out of her grip. It was a hopeless attempt, as my body is largely sandwiched beneath Jenna laying into me. With her weight on top of me, I can’t get away, and my squirming had the consequence of further arousing the wet snatch pressing into my face. I try yelling, and the sound is swallowed by her pussy and excites her even more. Starting to moan and hump a bit harder, I was already in a bad situation. My head is still technically outside her vagina, but I am still completely lost within the folds, and her thighs are completely engulfing my head. My face is starting to slip, well lubricated and being increasingly forced deeper. From the outside, it already looked as if she had consumed my head with her crotch, my shoulder’s pressed into the space between her thighs, and nothing above them visible.
 
 
“Mmmmm….nnnnnn….. in…..” she mumbles as she thrusts herself into me, my head slipping entirely inside my sister’s insatiable pussy with a wet squelch. The dank walls squeeze me from every direction. It seems like she is dehydrated from the move, because her juices are unusually thick and syrupy, covering my head in a layer of glaze. On the outside, all that could be heard was the squeaking of our mattress, Jenna’s light moaning, and a quiet sucking noise. However, I was surrounded by the sound of wet and sticky, shlorps, squishes, and the occasional gurgle from her stomach. It being extra sticky helped to slightly slow my progress deeper, but Jenna would not be denied so easily. Her humping grew stronger yet, jiggling me slowly deeper into the gooey prison, before rolling entirely on top of me. I was now completely hidden from view, either within her pussy, or squashed beneath her big belly and boobs.
 
 
The force of her weight shifting on top of me shoves my shoulders inside. I’m being forced in at a very uncomfortable angle, bending slightly though painfully forward around my chest, and my head is being pushed very hard into the rear walls of her vagina. This only turns her on even more, and I can feel her entire body jiggling back and forth as she continues to hump and grind. If one were to walk in on us at this point, it would appear that Jenna was alone, simply masturbating and humping the bed alone.
 
 
Even in her sleep, the needy pussy would not be satisfied until it had completely swallowed me. Somewhat thankfully, I was pushed past the sticking point, and I was pushed in up to my stomach, allowing me to bend a little more easily. At this point, Jenna also lost her grip on me, as my feet slid under her tits, not that it mattered. She was still on top of me, and her constant humping made my continued descent inevitable.
 
 
This was easily among the worst trips I’ve had into my big sis’ steamy snatch, as her sticky syrup provided much less lubrication than usual, making it feel much closer to what it’s like to be forced up her butt. The ever present squishing noises sounded extra sticky and goopy, and the smell and taste was also more on the salty-sour side than usual. If I hadn’t been currently being forced inside her cooch, I might have been concerned she wasn’t drinking enough water.
 
 
As my waist is taken in, I once again am being forced into a painful angle, with my legs still squished beneath the belly that holds my top half. Having passed the apex of my width, I start to slip in faster, alleviating the pressure before my body threatens to snap in half. Soon, Jenna’s moans start to escalate, and the amount of goo that I’m being slathered in doubles. I have no idea how Jenna can sleep through an orgasm, but this wouldn’t be the first time she’d done it. My legs are completely humped inside, leaving only my feet sticking out my sister’s rear. Her butt wiggles happily for a moment, before with a wet SCHLUP my feet are sucked in as well.
 
 
Completely sealed within Jenna’s syrupy, twitching pussy, I curl into a ball, being kneaded and marinated by the walls squeezing me from every direction. The rhythm of her clenches and moaning is increasing, and I start to feel like a piece of chewed taffy. As her pussy works at me more and more, I realize my body is starting to drip away, with the same honey-like viscosity as the ooze I was bathing in. My mind also feels slow, as if the syrup is flowing through my head. It almost feels nice, as if all my tension had melted into a puddle of wax. I relax, unable to do anything else, and sink down into the goop. I soon lose consciousness, as my body gets completely liquified into femcum.
 
 
Finally reaching her climax, Jenna’s moans build louder and louder, until she unleashes the torrent of musky syrup made largely of me onto the bed. The force of her orgasm wakes her up momentarily, shaking and panting. “Holy… shit… best… dream… ever… Sorry about the mess bro, I’ll clean it up in the morning.” She finishes sleepily, before rolling over and falling right back to sleep, unaware that I couldn’t hear her, or that I was the mess that she needed to clean up.
 
 
Ending U
Dreams of Sq[U]ish
 
 
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Knowing that most of my options would probably prove unfavorable, I do the only sensible thing. I grab the second pillow, and head towards the door. Pouting, Jenna asks “Where are you going?” I look back at her, “Fuck it. We have a couch, don’t we? I’ll sleep there until I can buy myself a new mattress. I’ll probably get a better night's sleep out there than with you.” I say, as I walk out of the bedroom. Grabbing a throw blanket, I curl up on the couch, and immediately fall into a deep, comfortable sleep. On this night, for once, I was allowed to sleep peacefully, not trapped inside my sister’s belly.
 
 
Ending N
Se[N]sible, but Boring