Chapter 6
After her latest ordeal, Emily decided to keep her distance from her aunt. Even sleeping in her own bed again from now on.
She couldn't tell if the smell of her aunt's shit had scrubbed out of the skin on her face, or if she had simply become used to it.
She found herself absentmindedly sniffing her fingers to check for the smell of poo, and oddly enough almost missing the smell when no trace was found.
The routine of helping her aunt use the toilet and sponge bath continued, but much tamer than the earlier events. No licking or sexual touching of any kind. Emily behaved much like a nurse would instead.
Yet, day after day, she felt the familiar tingle in her loins return. The time alone with her own thoughts let her mind wander, the fading memory of the smell of poo, the taste, the feeling of it, kept prodding at her brain.
Emily noticed her aunt was also very quiet about the subject. They still had their friendly chats throughout the day, but the topic of eating pussy wasn't touched upon, let alone drinking piss or licking a shitty ass.
It was though their relationship had hit a big reset button. Emily felt much more at ease as the week went on, she didn't feel so tense anymore.
That was until the weekend, when she turned the tap to get a glass of water, and nothing came out of the tap.
She hurried to the bathroom and turned the taps, nothing.
The hit the flusher on the toilet, and it flushed! She looked down at the swirling water with relief, and as if matching her emotions, she realized with horror that the water that remained in the cistern was now emptied and would not refill.
The house was out of water.
"Shit... when is this storm going to end?" She muttered to herself, peering out the window at the empty white landscape beyond the property, snow whizzing around outside.
Her aunt didn't seem too concerned when Emily told her the news.
"Oh honey, look at your face" Lisa said with empathy. "The snow can be melted for as much water as we need to drink, we might just have to make do without some of the other uses"
Emily immediately wondered about these 'Other uses'. How would they clean themselves? Or flush the toilet?
She supposed that maybe they just... wouldn't?
Emily made a habit of going outside, gathering some water in the kettle, bringing it inside and boiling it to make it safe to drink.
She had initially discussed trying to make enough for other uses, but her aunt reminded her they could only boil so much before running out of gas, so it was best to ration the water for drinking only.
The inside of the house was close to freezing temperatures from the blizzard and lack of heating, so any ice brought inside wouldn't do much melting either. Emily made a point to store as much boiled water in jugs and bottles as she could.
A couple of days later, Emily was laying in her bed early in the morning, gently playing with herself. She was nearing orgasm when her aunt announced she needed a bowel movement from the other bedroom. With a grunt of annoyance Emily threw on her gown and prepared to help her aunt.
"I'm sorry dear, I tried holding it in a bit longer, I thought the water might have come back on by now" Lisa said apologetically to Emily as they carefully made their way down the hall toward the toilet.
"It's really fine Aunty; it can't be helped" Emily assured her. When Emily had to use the toilet since the water was gone, she was able to at least quickly zip outside to do her business, her aunt didn't have such luxury.
Settling down on the toilet, Emily glanced at the empty toilet roll next to them. They had run out of toilet paper too.
Emily chose to remain with her aunt as she took a dump, her pussy was feeling electrified today. Not to mention her interrupted orgasm had left her on edge.
Emily knelt next to her aunt who started shitting with a few gentle grunts.
The familiar crackle and thud of thick shit hitting the toilet echoed in the bathroom. Followed soon after by the stench, the hot steamy shit was left in open air now that no water was covering it. Emily slowly inhaled it through her nose, with each second that passed, she felt herself becoming wetter and wetter, until her lungs were as full as possible.
She breathed out slowly, trying not to be obvious that she was basking in the smell.
To her surprised delight, the next breath was even stronger smelling. She was in heaven, the continual plops from her aunt meant this was a monstrous dump. Emily couldn't wait to see it.
