Butter Ball

Butter Ball


My sister Bethany Belle took after my mother in size and appearance, unfortunately. Mom is a very big woman. She is really short and really fat too. I on the other hand took after dad. He is tall and thin. Dad loves mom just the way she is but it takes a special man to love a fat chick. Bethany Belle sometimes calls herself a beach ball with a head.

Because of her initials Bethany Belle has been called butter ball, bubble butt, and big bertha. The girls would tease her in the gym changing room because of her huge tits and her big ass. During lunch some boy always tried to toss a grape down her bra.

As she got older it only got worse. Kids would stick signs to her back saying wide load. Even the name-calling got worse. I overheard someone ask one of the pretty girls in school what she weighed and she replied, “About half of Bethany Belle’s fat ass!” That got a lot of laughs but it really hurt my sister.

When Bethany Belle turned fifteen years old she finally had enough. I found her in the barn one day just crying her eyes out. When I asked what the kids had done to her she said that the boys had started telling her that she couldn’t pay them enough to fuck her and that she would die a virgin. She believed them and that’s what hurt her the most.

For some reason I said that I would fuck her for free. I hardly realized what I had said but she started to smile and asked me if I was telling her the truth. At first I didn’t actually remember what I had said until she reminded me that I had said that I would fuck her. I had said it so of course I must have meant it. Yes I would fuck her if she wanted me too. She wanted me too! Wow! Now what do I do? It’s not that I didn’t want to fuck her. I had wanted to fuck anyone that would let me for years. The problem was that no one had wanted me too until then. I was the only sixteen-year-old virgin boy that I knew of. Unless like dad had said that most of the boys were lying threw their teeth. Anyway I didn’t know what to do so I told her so.

Bethany Belle said that she knew what to do if I still wanted to do it. When I asked when we should do it she looked around and said, “How about right now?”

We were up in what we called our fort. We were up in the hayloft in the very top of the barn. Bethany Belle and I had made a wall of hay bales and had a nice hiding place behind it. It was a place that we could call our own until just about springtime when we were almost out of hay. This was only the end of September and it was still pretty hot out. It was even hotter up in the hayloft.

Bethany Belle was a lot more gutsy than I was so she started. I had tried to catch her naked before on many occasions but she was so self-conscious that she never ever let that happen. I was the only kid she knew of that didn’t tease her about her weight.

I looked on the Internet once for a chart and found out that an average Caucasian girl age fifteen should be between 5’-1” and 5’-8” in height and that she should weigh between 96 and a 193 pounds. Bethany Belle was only 4’-10” tall and weighed 273 pounds.

I watched anxiously as Bethany Belle started to unbutton her shirt.