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Next day, Pa went to a church Elders meeting in the early evening. He took Lil with him. Whenever Pa had a meeting at the church and took Lil with him, it always meant trouble. Lil knew that all too well. I could see the panic in her eyes as she sat straight-backed in the passenger seat as Pa backed out of the drive.
A little over an hour later, Lil burst through the door wailing. I hugged her tight and guided her into the kitchen and poured her a glass of cold lemonade.
"What happened?" I gently asked her after she had calmed down a little and had drunk about half the lemonade. She was leaning against the counter and didn't turn round.
"That darn church happened! Pa happened! Elder Grant told Pa that he had seen me together with Chris on Tuesday. Darn it to hell! I was just talking to Chris about a problem he was having in class. We were sitting quietly on the bleachers watching kids playing a game after school. Those bastard Elders turned it around and made it sound like he was my Beau and that we was doing things behind the bleachers. I hate them all! Pa laid into me with his belt in front of them all. I bolted after the beating and ran all the way home. There ain't no way I was waiting hours for Pa to finish his meeting with those bastards. It is so sore, my welts have welts! I can't sit down!" she sobbed, tears falling on to the counter in front of her.
"You got tests tomorrow - you gotta be able to sit down. We had better look at those welts and get some of Ma's ointment on to it," I said getting behind her and trying to figure out how badly she had been beaten.
"There ain't no way you are touching my tush, Brandon! We ain't seen each other naked for years. I'm not taking my clothes off in front of you. I would be way too embarrassed and humiliated. It would be plain wrong," she replied firmly.
I was stumped. I knew Lil needed the ointment on her backside or she really wouldn't be able to sit down the next day to her tests at school. She was already falling behind because of all that had happened to her and really needed to do well in her tests. Normally Ma would handle these sorts of things, but she was out of town.
The church had made Lil hypersensitive to anything to do with nudity. I figured it was now down to me to fix this problem. Just then I had an idea: actions speak louder than words.
"Turn around Lil," I said quietly.
Slowly Lil turned around and looked at me. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open as she took in what she saw. I was standing buck naked in front of her, my clothes were dropped around my feet.
"Brandon, what are you doing! Are you mad?" she yelled.
I was so worried she would back out, tell Pa maybe. I had no idea how the massive trauma she had experienced would affect her mentally. I had to push on and quickly.
"I'm so darn tired of being a slave to that church and its stupid morals. The people there cause nothing but pain! That place has converted us into a pair of scared prairie dogs. We cower in our burrows and are afraid of our own shadows. It's time to make a change. This is my symbol of change," I said pointing at my nakedness.
"The wheel's still turnin', but the hamsters dead," she said laughing at me through her tears. After a moment, she confessed, "I didn't think you had it in you. You're stronger than you look, little brother."
She turned back around, grabbed the glass and downed the last bit of lemonade. Putting the glass down, she put both hands on the counter and leaned as hard as she could like she wanted to press the counter into the fiery depths of the earth. After a while, she took a deep shaky breath and then sighed. "Ok," was all she said in a small voice.
Without turning around, she started to undress. First she took off her shoes, her socks, her jacket, her blouse, and then her skirt. It took her a long time to get undressed. It was almost like she was fighting a demon for each scrap of clothing. Maybe she was. Finally, she turned around slowly to face me. She had tears streaming down her cheeks but a smile on her face.
"If this was anyone `sides you, Brandon, there ain't no way I could do it," she whispered at me quietly as she pulled her panties down. She was finally naked in front of me.
I could still see the remnants of Arno's rape with yellow/brown old bruises where he had punched her. There was also some scarring on her chest where Arno's ring had cut her open as he laid into her. I just stared at her.
"So what do you think? Haven't you seen a naked girl before?" she asked after I said and did nothing for a while.
"Sorry Lil, I actually was not looking at your nakedness. I was looking at your injuries and thinking about the horrible things that others have put you through. I can't imagine what that was like. If anyone is stronger than they look in this family, it's you, not me," I replied soothingly.
She walked to me and for the first time since we were toddlers, a naked brother and naked sister hugged one another. We just held one another for ever, both of us crying quietly.
Finally she said, "You're such a special person, Brandon. Don't let anyone tell you different."
She pushed me away and wiped away her tears. "Now lemme get this straight. You go butt naked as a symbol against the church. How the fuck does that work?" she asked smirking.
I got serious. "We are just kids. We got no power against the church. There ain't no way we can fight the church directly. The only way we can fight the church is within us. The church has had such strong views against nakedness and sex. It is one of the most important values that the elders cling to. By secretly intentionally doing the exact opposite of their values, I think we can prove to ourselves that we are stronger than the church and that the church ain't gonna win the battle that they're trying to fight in our minds. Being naked is a strong symbol to me that they ain't gonna control my mind and can only control my body when members of the church are around," I explained.
"Ok that makes the weirdest kind of sense. You should become a philosopher or something. You think way too deep," she said. She quickly continued when she saw the disappointment in my face, "Don't get me wrong, Brandon. I think you're brilliant and as crazy as it seems, I really like your idea. Hell, I like it so much, I'm gonna join you. Whenever we're alone, I'm gonna take my clothes off and to hell with the rest of the world, especially that darned church. They nearly got to me, Brandon. They nearly got me thinking the way they do. Did you know when you took off your clothes, the first thought in my mind was to turn you in to Pa?"
"I was worried about that, but I had to try to get through to you before I lost you for good. I'm seriously relieved for both of us that it worked," I said quietly.
"Yeah, it comes with benefits too. I get to see a naked boy and you, little brother, get to see a naked girl," she teased. She tuned the radio on the counter to a party mix station and began doing the sexiest dance moves I had ever seen.
The caring brother part of my mind shut down right then and the newly hormone-soaked boy part of my brain kicked in. I now looked at my naked sister, not as I had before but rather as a beautiful girl. Her chest was still completely flat, but her tits were beginning to puff up and become bigger. She was beginning to become a woman. I allowed my eyes to stray lower. I could see a few downy red hairs just above and around her slit. Lil had always been a good dancer and the erotic dancing she was doing was having a huge effect on me.
My dick began to harden as I watched her dance. I immediately felt ashamed because, after all, this was my sister. Hormone soaked brains don't really care though, when confronted with the spectacle before me. I stared for a few more moments and was about to turn around to hide my embarrassment when Lil laughed and painfully tweaked the end of my now erect dick.
"At least it shows you're actually alive, little brother! I'm glad to see I haven't lost my touch. Don't worry about it. Just dance!" she commanded.
We bumped and ground and giggled together for a good 5 songs. My dick was at full mast the whole time and pressing against her. I could tell she was getting excited because she was getting very wet around her slit. I was starting to get feelings I had experimented with once before.
I remembered back 6 months. I had heard of jerking off from kids in my class and kind of tried it then. At the time, the rules and torments of the church had basically caused any feeling of pleasure to be associated with sin and damnation. The moment the new and strange feelings of approaching orgasm had started to overtake me, I had stopped.
I had felt weird in the extreme and guilty. I was also very worried there was something wrong with me to feel that way. I dared not discuss it then with anyone in case it led to exposure by Arno in one of his darn sermons. I was not at the stage when I was having wet dreams so I could take it or leave it. It was not yet an overwhelming compulsion.
Suddenly, the music changed to a song we both hated because the church had stolen it and put new lyrics to it. The moment was gone and my dick immediately deflated. I turned off the radio.
"Lost interest, huh? Me too. Pity, I was really liking that. I guess we still have a lot to get over," she confessed.
"We had better have a look at your tush and put on Ma's ointment, otherwise there ain't no way you will be able to do the tests tomorrow," I replied.
We headed upstairs after grabbing our clothes. I found the ointment in the bathroom cupboard. Lil lay on her bed and scooted up so I could sit next to her. I felt guilty being naked in my sister's room with my naked Lil. This was another one of those things that you just did not do if you wanted to avoid punishment and damnation. I smiled, recognizing where that thought came from and forced the guilty feeling to go away and instead live in the moment. I began feeling a thrill that we were doing one of the things that was strictly prohibited. Once again, my dick began to rise to the occasion.
I popped the lid off the ointment bottle and began to smear it over the red welts on her tush. She was hurt bad. She hadn't been kidding when she said that it was welts on welts.
"Ow, that stings like hell!" she yelled and punched me hard in the arm. "Why'd you have to put it all on at once? Ma always puts on a little at a time."
"Sorry. I was thinking it's a bit like ripping off a plaster. The quicker done, the better," I said.
"Well ask next time, dork." she said grumpily.
"Yeah, sure," I said feeling pissed. After all, I was only trying to help. "I'm done!"
This had destroyed the moment. I closed the ointment bottle, set it on the shelf next to her bed and left her room.
After about a minute, I heard Lil call from her room a little guiltily, "Thanks Brandon."
I was about to go back to Lil's room to carry on where we left off before I had lost my temper when I saw the lights from a car coming up the drive. "Pa's back!" I yelled in panic.
There was a mad scramble to get clothes back on and clean and pack away the glass in the kitchen before he came into the house. We made it, just.
Pa was in a fighting mood after his elders' meeting had not gone well and he had left early. I later found out from Ma that they were accusing Pa of not doing enough to keep his kids in line and maybe he should be excommunicated as an example to others.
Pa looked at his wristwatch. He said that it was 8:01pm and that I was past my bed time. I couldn't see the time on the watch so he might have just made it up. The rule was: I was supposed to start getting ready for bed at 8:00pm and into bed by 8:15pm.
He immediately got his belt out and gave me 4 solid belts for being late to bed. I was beyond caring, but it hurt and I did go to bed crying. Ironically, if I had stayed naked and just chucked on PJ's, I would not have been beaten. Actually, I realized Pa would probably just have found another excuse to beat me or worse, Lil. I didn't feel so bad after that because I probably took a beating instead of her..