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A funny new version of the age-old drama, this time with a good sense of humour and without all the senseless suizides - instead filled with sparkling erotic and hot passion! And even the bloody family feud between the Capulettos and the Canalettos isn't able to put a damper on it!
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
Forbidden Passion
by Pierre d’Amour
BookRix Edition 2017
Copyright by Amé
Pierre d’Amour:
FORBIDDEN PASSION
Romeo and Juliet are
still alive and in love!
Cover illustration from Pinterest
with no copyright attached
The first Act
»You lost again, Julietta!«, my younger brother Mario exclaimed with glee and threw his cards on the table, »this time you ought to show me!« He meant my little breasts, bulging in my low décolleté like ripening fruits - surely a part of the female anatomy, which was an obsession of all the young boys of his age! He had been nagging me for a long time now and I had put him off all the while - soon he would give up playing with me and begin to fight with the boys on the street instead! I wasn't the type of girl to expose my breasts to anyone, but Mario was family and I understood his desire to learn about everything hidden and unspoken - and in the privacy up in the dark attic this would stay a secret between us, so I said: »Okay Mario, just for once, but if I win the next game you have to show me something too!« I loved to make my brother blush and I was wondering since a long time too about the thing he was hiding in his tights!
I felt a warm rush running through my body and felt a bit naughty when I undid the bow on my blouse and showed Mario my breasts - and I couldn't have imagined, that such a seemingly embarrassing could be that arousing! My little brother was happy and said: »You are most beautiful, Julietta, and when you loose again you will have to show me more!« Every woman likes compliments, and so did I, and whenever I watched myself naked in the mirror at night I felt beautiful: my waist was narrow and my bottom trim and firm with a cheeky dimple in each buttock, my breasts had just begun to bud, my belly was flat and my crotch hairless and smooth! I was concentrating hard on the next game, but as ever clever I tried to play the cards I had no chance: Mario won again, and this time he wanted to see my underpants, the embarrassing open bloomers with the slit between the legs! Now I was the blushing one as I pulled my dress up to my waist and I kept my legs pressed together in shame, just like every good virgin would do!
Mario got really excited and suggested, that I had to take my bloomers off if I was to loose again, but I had lost enough games for the day, the brat would have me stark naked in half an hour, and so said: »Maybe tomorrow, Mario, today isn't my lucky day, but tomorrow you will have to undress for me!« I collected the cards and put them back into their case, then I left my brother alone: I was sure that he had to comfort the animal in his tights for a while after staring between my legs! I was occupying the most romantic room in the palazzo, my father spoiled me as his only daughter, and my nanny put up fresh flowers every day to keep the stench of the city outside - I had the most comfortable bed in the world, a huge wardrobe full of beautiful dresses and even a tiny balcony. I really loved my private little balcony and I spent a lot of time out there, leaning out on the balustrade and studying the world - young girls like me were only allowed outside the house in the company of a chaperone, in my case the old nanny Marta.
There was an ancient grapevine growing up to my balcony, and every spring I watched the bees weaving their magic around it and every autumn I followed the ripening of the sweet grapes with impatience. From my balcony I had a beautiful view down into the tiny garden, and behind the sturdy rock wall I saw the old canal, were the colourful boats went up and down on their business of transporting fine goods or sometimes fine ladies with umbrellas to keep the sun from their faces. On the other side of the canal sat the church of San Anton, a squat building with a courtyard in front of it, a place were the boys of the town were playing their games - mostly they were fighting with their wooden swords, the blues with the reds, the Capulettos with the Canalettos: the two most powerful families in the city. Like most big townships in Italy Venice was held in the grip of a violent power struggle between two aggressive clans for supremacy, and the young boys on the plaza were already copying the bad habits of their fathers well!
Every month someone got stabbed or murdered, and the constant need for a bloody revenge kept the war alive without any end in sight! The two opposite sides were told not to mix, the other one was always the bad one, and especially when it came to marriage a merge was absolutely unthinkable - if I ever was to choose a husband it had to be a red Canaletto or no one! I found this limitation quite incestuous and despite that a lot of red boys were courting me, there wasn't a single one that would fit my expectation of a loving father of my future children: they all were always swearing and fighting. Like me, my father Don Giovanni Canaletto was sick and tired of the hatred and aggression in the town, but he had no idea of how to end this ancient vendetta by himself, and as it was happening throughout history: an extremely tragic event with victims on both sides was seemingly needed before people began to see reason - all the hot and glowing anger was like a keg of powder ready to explode with a single spark!
My older brothers Sebastiano and Marcello were too stupid to see reason, and I nearly watched them every day fighting for their honour on the plaza of San Anton, and often the red roosters came home bruised and bleeding. Nevertheless, I loved the boys playing their stupid games in front of the church: I admired their cute buttocks in the two-coloured tights in the back and I adored the mysterious bulges, tied up under their cover flaps in the front - whilst women had to run around like nuns in long skirts only the men were allowed to tease, to show their legs and to boast with their genitals! I was hating all the boys for hating each other, to hurt each other just from habit and without reason, but Mario was an exception: he rather preferred to play with me inside than with the bully boys outside, and for me it was more exciting to play cards with him than to read the boring Bible in my room, even if I had to show him everything - concessions had to be made in life and my choices to study the male anatomy were extremely limited!
This afternoon it was four red Canalettos fighting against three blue Capulettos on the church plaza, which looked like an unfair battle to me, but then I saw the fourth blue boy sitting in the back on the steps, and he wasn't watching the fight: he was actually watching me! Leaning over the balustrade like I always did I was sure that he was spying right into my cleavage, he smiled at me and threw me a kiss over the canal - and even over the long distance of about twenty yards he was aiming well! The privacy of my little balcony was suddenly invaded by two sparkling blue eyes and a wide smiling mouth - I wanted to flee but was frozen in place: he was a Capuletto and it would be a sin to waste a single emotion on him, but he was kind of cute and his blond locks were shining in the sunlight like pure gold. The wonder of falling in love was still a miracle to me, especially over such a long distance - but I don't have to excuse myself: that was exactly what was happening here: I knew it for sure, because I felt it in my heart!