A New Day Begins Blaise's Secret chapter 1 by Sex-Caliber

Tweaked from RandomAnon

The alarm on your phone goes off as you wake up with a long yawn, your mind slowly becoming aware of itself once more.

Your name is Blaise Santos, aged eighteen, measuring six feet and four inches in height. You've been living in the same house and neighborhood since you were born to your loving parents, Rafael and Miriam Santos, aged 40 and 39 respectively; you've been next-door neighbors with your mom's best friend since high school, Sheila Oliveira, and her two daughters Jordana and Lillian for just as long—the latter of whom you've been best friends with the whole of both your lives.

You've actually had a good night's rest, despite the obvious dreams brought on by certain housemates (namely, your adopted older sister Ariadne) going 'brap' in the night—so technically, you're all in good health to face the day.

Oh yeah, speaking of which: to get to the point, you have a massive fart fetish. It's one of, if not your most closely-guarded secret, and you've kept it that way with a purpose ever since you first realised it. Most days end up involving you making sure to not arouse any suspicions about it, which is immensely difficult for the same reason you have that kink to begin with: pretty much all of the women in your life are incredibly gassy, and just as curvy—especially in the same area. Lillian and Jordana in particular are especially guilty of your plight: ever since you all entered puberty, both of them have made a point of farting on or around you as much as possible for reasons you can't explain. Lillian's generally more teasing about it, while Jordana is far more Forceful—bonus points if you get the reference.

You can't help but wonder sometimes if they already know, although they've never clearly indicated one way or the other.

Even Sheila herself teases you with her body whenever she can—although, mercifully, she does hold back her gas around you. It's all the bigger of a mercy since her farts are uniquely bad-smelling, and you're not yet sure whether that's more of a turn-on for you or not.

(Although, if she were to make good on her usual joke that she'd take your virginity herself if you were still single at your age…)

Either way, gas or no, you look forward to spending more quality time with your crush Jen. And, deep down, you really enjoy Lillian's endless teasing—although letting her know that would be either borderline suicidal, or a very risky bet.

(Although, once again, you could also argue that the reward would be incredibly high too.)

You soon get out of bed and go take a nice, cool shower before you get dressed. The water cascades down your naked body, washing away the dirt from your body and mind alike and leaving both clear—at least for the time being.

You make yourself a nice breakfast; you're pretty much by yourself, since your parents constantly travel around the country because of their job—though, depending on the time of the year, you may or may not be fully alone. You look at your phone, as you have no idea what date it is today...