When Blake first met Brenda on an internet date, he wasn't all that taken by her. She was not really as her photo had portrayed her. She was bigger in the hips and her face was fuller and plainer, almost homely. He had mentioned in his profile that he was looking for a big, voluptuous woman, but Brenda was pushing the boundaries of that description.
When they danced that night, however, he got a chance to feel how firm and strong she was. This excited him for many known and unknown reasons and he decided then and there that he would give her a few more dates.
On the second date she wore tight jeans that her broad hips were almost bursting out of and her attitude that night seemed different. She started asking him personal questions, sexual questions about the stuff he had experienced as a young man. He told her about spying on his neighbor, Mrs. Albe, whenever she raked the lawn in her cut-off jeans. Brenda smiled, but didn't seem too shocked by this admission. Then she calmly stated:
"I used to lift my brothers and carry them around until they cried."
Blake stared at her when she said this and a surge of adrenaline coursed through him. He wasn't sure why, but he was intensely curious to know more.
"Why did you want them to cry?" he asked her.
"I don't know...I just loved to tease them and watch them get frustrated."
"So you liked being mean to toddlers?" he asked with his eyebrows furrowed.
"Oh no, they weren't babies then, they were older, ten or eleven."
Blake felt his face flush.
"You made them cry at that age?" he continued.
"Yeah, it was fun carrying them around our big yard. They would try to wiggle out and make a fuss, but I think they liked it."
Blake couldn't think of a thing to say and a long silence passed between them. Visions of his own young adult daydreams suddenly flooded back to him. These fantasies always had something to do with the weird chick who had lived across the street from him then, and visions of being abused by her. At that moment he began to see Brenda in a different light.
A week later they officially became boyfriend and girlfriend and he started spending lots of time at her house where she lived with her mother. It was the same house Brenda had grown up in and Blake always found himself imagining what weird things had gone on there back in Brenda's childhood. One day she found him in the kitchen staring out into the backyard. Understanding what he might be thinking, she snuck up on him and grabbed the back of his underwear firmly, forcing them up into the crack of his ass.
"You wanna go out and play?" she asked him, her mouth close to his ear.
"Yeah," he replied defensively, looking quite surprised and embarrassed.
When they got outside she gave him the tour of the family property. She pointed out the fence post where she used to hang her brothers by their underwear and the flag pole she used to force them to climb. If they made it to the top she would tell them to do it again. Eventually they would all lose strength and slide down helplessly where she would be waiting to carry them to their place on the fence post, their dangling feet kicking just inches off the ground.
"So you tormented those brothers of yours!" he said unsteadily.
