All the Power Pt 6 The Ceremony of Devotion
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Guilia entered the chapel reluctantly, though she was still respectful enough to enter in silence and assume a serious demeanour. Marcella, her second-degree cousin, stood beside her and looked ahead at the altar, her eyes full of veneration and humility at the heavenly setting before her.
Marcella was wearing a white lace veil on her head, a white blouse, a black belt, a long, also white skirt that reached her ankles, and shiny, short-heeled black shoes. Her complexion was fair and delicate, and her figure had become curvier and more womanly in the years Giulia had been away. Though she primarily had Italian and Spanish ancestry, Marcella had a wide, kitten-like face, a broad forehead, grey eyes, red eyebrows, and reddish-blonde hair, which made many who met her think she was Eastern European.
Just before Marcella knelt and crossed herself on the stone floor, Giulia pretended to dip her fingers in Holy Water and crossed herself mechanically, making sure her cousin saw this in the corner of her eye and noticed. Then, the two young women made their way to the front of the small, empty chapel, where Marcella knelt and began to pray as Giulia remained seated beside her on the pew.
It had been four years since Giulia had seen her hometown in Bolivia, and having been in the north of Italy for so long, near the Swiss border, she had ceased to be religious. Her relatives, however, were still very devout, which was why she tried so hard to make them think that she was still a devout Catholic girl. In order to keep them from worrying about the obliterated state of her now truly inexistent, former Catholic faith, this was a role she insisted on playing for them.
The fact that Giulia had ceased to be a believer was visible, however, through other, small clues about her that showed a complete detachment from Catholic doctrine and utter indifference to the protocol of decency which she had observed in her youth. Her cousin Marcella had already noticed the change in Giulia’s faith, but she compassionately ignored the issue to avoid trouble.
Giulia was a beautiful young woman of twenty-four, two years older than her second-degree cousin, and of such different facial features that nobody would have ever suspected them to be related. Her skin was slightly and permanently tanned, and dark-brown wavy hair adorned her oval-shaped, Mediterranean face. Her most beautiful feature was that pair of almond eyes she had, which were sheltered by two bushy, perfectly arched, black eyebrows and long, natural eyelashes. In addition to the former, her fine cheekbones, as well as two full, red lips, revealed a pleasant twist of Bolivian Indigenous ancestry in her gene pool.
In contrast to her cousin’s solemn religiousness was Giulia's choice in clothing and jewellery. For instance, the "Miraculous Medal" she had worn around her neck years before had now been replaced by a Hamsa amulet. Also, in opposition to the modest clothes worn by Marcella, Giulia wore a low-cut white t-shirt and tight blue jeans, which brought out her cleavage and her female figure quite shamelessly in that holy chapel.
Marcella continued to pray as her cousin sat on the pew and stared at the statue of the Virgin Mary on the altar, which Marcella was praying towards with half-closed, devoted eyes. As her cousin thanked Our Lady for having brought Giulia back safely to her hometown and she negotiated many other personal things with her, Giulia looked at the statue’s beautiful face, its shapes, its golden crown and the golden strands at the end of its hands which simulated rays of light. As she observed the life-size statue of the Virgin, she was unsure whether it was made of wood, chiselled in marble or modelled in ceramic.
The chapel remained silent, except for the prayers being silently muttered by Marcella. As she shifted her attention away from the statue, Giulia eyed her cousin’s kneeling figure from behind, and she unintentionally licked her lips as she noticed something unexpected. Translucent beneath Marcella’s white dress was the inverted v-shape of black underwear, a colour which is never to be worn beneath white garments, especially in religious places. Her cousin’s panties were a treat to look at, however, as they were so narrow that they seemed about to wedge in between her ass-cheeks.
As she discreetly continued to admire this apparent flaw in the dress code of her pious relative, Giulia wondered whether it had been a mistake or whether it had been intentional on her part to wear it. Given Marcella’s piousness, it was probably a mistake, but what a delicious mistake it was.
After Marcella was done praying, both women got up and walked out of the chapel. On their way out, the cousin crossed herself and made her way towards the exit. As Marcella had already turned around, however, Giulia did not cross herself, since she knew she would not be seen by her cousin. Instead, she walked behind her, trying not to notice her cousin’s backside too often, where that sexy, black underwear was still translucent and fairly visible behind the white fabric of her long skirt.
That night was so hot that it was almost impossible for Giulia to sleep. She was so used to the cold of northern Italy that, after a week of having returned home, it was impossible for her to fall asleep in such muggy, tropical warmth. She slept in her underwear and a t-shirt inside the guest room at her aunt's house. As she struggled to become drowsy, turning this way and that, she finally decided to kick away the sheets and lie face-up on the bed. Then, she remembered her cousin Marcella, and her beautiful buttocks, and the black underwear naughtily hidden behind her white skirt.
There was no remorse in this, none at all. A tomboy in her youth, Giulia had grown up to be a delicate, femenine young woman, but in Italy she had realised she could only love other women, and not men. An unemployed Romanian former office girl had been her first female lover, then a forty-four-year-old Italian divorcee, then a bored, married Turkish housewife in her mid-thirties, who had been by far her best and most intense love affair.
Her most recent story, however, had been with Teresa, and it had ended tragically. A local Italian university student, Teresa had broken Giulia’s heart when she had left her for an old boyfriend. A few months later, heartbroken and disillusioned, Giulia had returned to Bolivia, where women all seemed to be heterosexual, and the conservative religiousness and isolation in her small town were starting to feel oppressive to her. Lovesick and misunderstood, Giulia was also getting bored.
As she lied face up on the bed, she put her hand on her panties and began to gently stroke herself through them. She then boldly imagined her cousin bending over the dinner table, and she pictured herself behind her cousin, stroking her crotch from behind through her black, lace underwear, beneath her long, white, skirt, Marcella moaning with enchantment to the rhythm of Giulia's sexual caresses.
After a few minutes of this, the heat made Giulia tired and she fell asleep with her hand on her abdomen. As she entered the realm of her dreams, she began to see images from her day, mixed with the smells and feel of the streets of Milan, Lecco, and Brescia, the Italian cities where she had lived.
Then, in her dream, Giulia’s cousin called her name, and they were both suddenly back in the chapel or a similar place, where her cousin Marcella was kneeling in prayer. Suddenly, however, she was not praying anymore, but kissing another female’s buttocks, and the sight of this unexpected scene aroused Giulia immensely.
In front of Marcella, on a sort of table, was that female, on all fours, dressed all in white, identically to how Marcella had been dressed that day, except that the other female wasn’t wearing shoes. Marcella kissed the woman’s buttocks over and over, slowly and with great feeling, and as she did so, Giulia noticed her cousin had the same devout, pious expression on her face as she’d had that day in the chapel while praying. The woman in front of her had her skirt raised, which was indeed a long, flowing white skirt like the one Marcella had been wearing that day, with the same patterns and edges.
Dreams are strange; was this woman Marcella’s doppelganger? In that case, in this strange dream, cousin Marcella was kissing her own ass, and it was clearly a comical, nonsensical dream. However, Giulia soon realised that this was not at all the case, for the woman who was getting her buttocks kissed by Marcella was wearing a white underwear slip instead of a black one. Also, her skin, though fair, was of a different hue than that of her cousin, so she was clearly a different person. But, who was she?
In her dream, Giulia somehow had no corporeal form. She was invisible, like a fairy or some other magical being, so she hovered closer like a cloud and, unnoticed by the two women, she got a better look at what Marcella was doing with her mouth, stealthy as a camera zooming in.
The woman in front of Marcella had a beautiful backside. Her buttcheeks were perfectly round, and pubic hair pointed out here and there from the sides of her underwear, along the crack between her cheeks and farther down, where her crotch was. The woman had obviously lowered her upper body so her private parts would be more reachable for Marcella’s lips and she would not have to tilt her face to the side to keep her nose from getting in the way as she used her lips and tongue.
Giulia’s subconscious was obviously contributing to the completion of this scene, for this was just the way she herself had pleasured Fatma, the Turkish housewife, back in Milan, except Fatma had been wearing a hijab at the time and her garb had been dark purple.
It was a dream so real, that it was difficult for Giulia to tell whether it was a dream or whether it was reality. As the dream developed, Giulia watched her cousin closely, and how she pleasured the unknown woman in front of her.
Marcella did not just kiss the unknown woman’s buttocks, but she also oozed her tongue along the middle, between the ass-cheeks, licking and kissing, caressing the unknown woman’s anus through the white fabric with her thirsty tongue. Then, she licked and kissed all the way down until she reached the woman’s crotch from behind and kissed it passionately with an open mouth, right on the spot where the white underwear covered the woman's vagina.
Her eyes were still full of the same devotion she had demonstrated while in prayer; they had the same devoted expression on them and she closed them half-way every time she licked or kissed. But, why would she have the same facial expression now, in such a sexual situation, as she had had in prayer?
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