Brandon was amused. He just got home from wrestling practice within the last hour, and he couldn't help but reflect on how he had ended the day. His practice partners had been Bruno, a heavy-set teen in a completely different weight class than him, who offered a solid challenge. In the end, Brandon lost that skirmish, and Bruno had grinned back at him while pinning his head between his massive thighs and gigantic ass. As the match was called, Bruno had taunted him, and joked that he was lucky that he wasn't feeling flatulent.
For some reason, that set the gears turning in Brandon's head. He thought about how Bruno must have felt, being so much more massive, at least in terms of weight, than he was. He thought of whether or not Bruno would have felt any sort of pleasure from pinning someone evidently weaker and smaller than him, and if he would have actually gotten off on farting on him. Brandon didn't like the thought of being someone's fart cushion, but he enjoyed imagining himself in Bruno's position, with someone small and weak pinned beneath him, forced to smell his farts and eat his bare ass. Preferably a woman though--Brandon wasn't in the slightest bit gay, despite the jokes non-wrestlers often made about the nature of the sport of wrestling.
He had been on the couch when Danielle entered, just a little later than he had arrived. Her extra curricular activities were in a more academic field than Brandon's. Literature or arithmetic or something. He didn't know and never asked, because he frankly didn't really care. Whatever it was, it was geeky. It was no wonder Danielle was such a small, frail girl, unlike his older sister Tina, who he knew frequented gyms and toned her midsection. Sometimes, Brandon could swear that the smallest gust of wind could threaten to blow little Danielle over.
Lately, though, she caught his attention... especially while he was thinking about taking advantage of small, weak girls, and doing disgusting things to them, and probably fucking them. Something about the fact that the first girl to come to mind was his sister absolutely thrilled him.
He rose from the living room couch and approached Danielle, startling her. She wasn't used to being approached by anyone at home, so this was a bit out of the norm. He smirked at her, then gripped her into a headlock, bending her forward. She yelped and dropped her school bag on the ground, then brought her tiny little hands up to his muscular forearm to try to pry it off. This was a test of strength, and Danielle met Brandon's expectations by being truly and absolutely pathetic.
"Hey Dani," he said in a mischievous if not someone playful voice. "What's going on, hm?"
The girl strained to look up at him, but found herself unable to do so. "N... nothing. Why are you-?"
"Cause I'm your big brother. That means I'm bigger, stronger, and ultimately can do whaaaaatever I'd like to you, doesn't it?" he asked, grinning.
Danielle pressed her lips together, uncertain of how to answer. So, Brandon continued. He...
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