"Hello, Joshua," I said, when I opened the front door.
"Juliette? Is that you?"
He stood there, with a confused expression on his face, as he looked me up and down.
The last time I saw my brother was at the Christian compound, where we had lived all our lives. I had worn a floor length, shapeless dress, my hair was in a single braid that hung down to my butt, and I wore thick glasses and no makeup. The women in our compound bound their breasts, so they appeared to be flat chested.
I was wearing blue jeans, an oversized sweatshirt, and my feet were bare, the toenails sporting a pink pearl polish. My light blonde hair was no longer in a braid, but was combed out, parted in the middle, and hung down to my hips. I had traded the glasses for contact lenses, and I wore a light shade of lip-gloss. Even though my sweatshirt was baggy, it was obvious that I had ample breasts underneath it.
Hugging was not the custom in our community, but I threw my arms around him and pressed my body against his. I know he could feel my boobs pressing against his chest. His arms remained limply at his side.
"I've missed you so much, Josh." He was not just my brother, he was also my best friend. At nineteen, he is a year older than I am.
"Papa would punish you for wearing pants," he said sternly.
"Papa is gone, Josh, he can't hurt us anymore." It was a rigid rule of our faith that men wore pants, women wore dresses.
Our parents had been killed in a traffic accident a couple months ago, and I had come to live with my cousin, Colleen Quinn, and her husband, Nathan. I have gone through a complete metamorphosis since arriving here. (You can read all about the changes I've gone through, and my sexual awakening, in Slam Duncan's story "Colleen, Nathan, and Julie.") They were gone on a concert tour for two weeks, so Josh and I had the house to ourselves.
We had both been home-schooled, and I was attending a public high school for my senior year. Josh wanted to enroll in the local community college, but they required that he spend at least a semester at the public school so that they could assess his ability, and he could take the placement tests.
Josh stood 6'4", with broad shoulders and narrow hips. He had blond hair, that had been further bleached by the sun, deep blue eyes, and a finely sculpted face, with a deep cleft in his chin.
He was wearing a pair of work pants, pulled up high at the waist and rolled up at the cuffs. He wore a man's striped dress shirt, buttoned up to the neck, and a pair of worn-out work boots. A gimme cap from a local feed store was perched on his head, with unruly tufts of hair sticking out in all directions.
Josh was not only my big brother, he was my protector, a role he took seriously. Often times it was our father, David Quinn, who was the pastor in our church, that he protected me from.
One day, I was milking the cow, and I forget to latch the door when I was finished, and she got out of the barn and trampled our neighbor's garden. My father was furious, and was about to punish me, when Josh said that it was him that did it, and he took the punishment for me.
When my father "punished" me, he leaned me over his lap, pulled down my pants and spanked my bare bottom until I couldn't sit on it. Every time he did this, something hard on his lap poked me in the stomach, but until much later, I didn't know what it was. Fucking pervert!
When he punished Josh, he used a switch on his bottom and his legs. That time I could see blood on his pants.
When it came to our education, in general studies, our skills were top-notch. We were sorely lacking in certain areas of biology, like in human anatomy and reproduction. I didn't know what menstruation was all about, and neither one of us knew how babies were born. That kind of information, or anything to do with sex was passed from father to son, on the eve of his wedding, and he, in turn, instructed his new bride.
I can't believe how totally ignorant I was about sex when I got here, and I was bound and determined to teach Josh everything I had learned. Actually, it got me kind of horny even thinking about it. Bad Julie.
Just then I heard a "Yip" from behind him.
"Sally!" I cried, and this wiggling mass of black and white fur leapt up at me. "Oh, Josh, you brought her."
Sally is our ten-year-old border collie. I bent down to hug her and she covered my face with kisses. We've had her since she was a tiny puppy. Some asshole dumped a litter of pups alongside our road. They were, at best, two weeks old, and she was the only one still alive.
She was so small she could fit in the palm of our hand, and she barely had her eyes open. We fed her with a baby bottle, and took turns getting up every two hours at night, until she was old enough to drink milk out of a bowl.
When she finally did open her eyes, she had one blue one and one brown. Our Papa didn't want to let us have her, but she soon earned her keep. She would round up and herd everything. Sally brought the cows into the barn, and even gathered the chickens to put in the henhouse at night.
I was so glad to see her, there were tears running down my face. Josh was always so good with animals. He'd bring a wounded bird home, and nurse its broken wing until it could fly again. He wants to be a veterinarian.
The first thing I decided to do was take him shopping for some new clothes. I had learned first-hand how mean some kids at school could be, and I didn't want him to go there looking like a total hick.
We went to the mall, and hit The Gap, Old Navy, and Abercrombie and Fitch. Then we went to Super Cuts and got him a decent haircut. He walked out of there in a pair of stonewashed Levi's, some Adidas sneakers, and a new T-shirt with a logo on the front. God, he has a great set of buns.
While we sat in the food court scarfing down a burger and some fries, my friends Carrie and Debbie, walked up to us. I introduced them to Josh. Debbie threw her chest out and struck a pose. Carrie licked her lips. When he wasn't looking, Debbie mouthed the word "Yum!" and Carrie mouthed "What a hunk!" Uh-oh, I thought, maybe it's time for me to be his protector; these female vultures would eat him alive.
We were on our way out of the mall, and all of a sudden Josh wasn't beside me anymore. I didn't see him anywhere. How do you lose somebody who is 6'4"? I backtracked the way we came, and I found him. He was staring in the window of Victoria's Secret, transfixed. There was a bulge in the front of his new Levi's. A big bulge. I grabbed him by the arm and led him away. He seemed totally unaware that he had a monster hard-on; at least he made no effort to cover it up.
Back at home, I was bustling around the kitchen, fixing supper for us. It was a warm evening, and I had changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top, that showed a moderate amount of cleavage.
Josh looked totally perplexed. He looked at me, then kept trying to avert his eyes, but his gaze came back to me again and again. He looked at my legs, which are shapely and toned, and the swell of my breasts that rose above my top.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked.
"I'm thinking about that store I saw at the mall."
"Victoria's Secret?"
"The one with all the women's things in it. Who wears clothing like that?"
"Lots of women do. I do, Colleen does. I'm wearing a bra and panties I got there right now?" I leaned forward just a bit, and let him see my lacy bra.
"I guess I'm completely confused. This place is totally different than back at home. The girls certainly don't practice modesty here."
