Angel Wife Ch 04

Angel Wife - Chapter 4.

Ollie has drawn his youngest sister into his life and she wants him to ensure that his love for her siblings is fulfilled to make the four of them a solid combination. However, Oliver has other things to learn about the strange reconfiguration of his brain and he must control them before he can move forward.

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I was sitting quietly beneath the shade of the gazebo and suddenly realised that I had not brought my portfolio folder with me. I was trying to catch up on my holdings as I accessed the websites I used to assist in my sale and acquisition of stocks, particularly those that gave me strong vibes about how they might fare in the long or short term. It was a special trait of mine and father had used it well to take small companies and watch them fly with the eagles for a little time as their major invention or stratagem made them a hot commodity until the rest caught up. My ability to tell when that was about to occur helped us sell off well before their prices crashed and they either disappeared or simply became another background commodity producer.

I leaned back in my chair and contemplated my stupidity. How could I leave the documentation behind that I had intended to work on while I had a few hours to myself? Suddenly the folder appeared on the table in front of me. My head swivelled in all directions as I searched for any figure that may have dropped it off while I closed my eyes and cursed myself.

I scanned the locality searching for any minds that might have mysteriously disappeared or mischievously pranked me. There was no such mind close to me. I did not let my scan sweep wider. To do so would possibly see me prying on others business that I had no right to know about it. That activity had already led me to a hidden tryst of two young maids that were involved in a feisty and noisy 69 on my bed. The two were supposed to be changing my sheets and tidying my room. They did so while I was involved in my study lessons with Benson. I had got bored of his droning voice and let my mind wander. Their devouring each other's wet cunts and climaxing as they rolled on my laundry was at first confusing and a little amusing. As I delved into the surface of their thoughts I found that I was the subject of much lust in the household and knowing that I would quite likely never look their way they satisfied themselves using my scent, expended fluids and my underwear as substitutes.

Thinking that perhaps I should let the young ladies know that I might satisfy their itches had led me to excusing myself to Benson in mid drone on the excuse that I needed something from my rooms. Emily almost crippled me with a headache even as I reached for the locked door of my bedroom.

It is not your right to pry into the desires and lust of others, Oliver!

Her mental voice was cold and I was at first shocked as I staggered back from the door and found a nearby bench to sit down on. I held my head in my hands.

They want me!

I eventually hissed back at her in my mind.

Want, fantasy, need it does not matter, Oliver. What plays in their minds is theirs and theirs alone. Do you honestly think that two young women enjoying the pleasure that they are giving each other really want a cock to interrupt their play? Delve deeper, Oliver, just this once I will allow it.

I relaxed my mind and scanned for the women again. They lay panting in each other's arms and tenderly kissing. Now that their minds had cleared of the lust for me I saw the truth. It was an excuse. The girls had worked themselves up on the pretence that the handsome son of the Master was the object of their desires. In reality each loved the scent, taste and joyous abandonment to lust with the other. I sensed in them a strong love for each other and yet at the same time a fear that should they be exposed then it would cost them their stations. I withdrew and hung my head in shame.

See, Ollie, you are not the centre of the universe!

Her reprimand was light but there was no doubting that I had been chastised.

I grabbed a pen from my study room and quietly made my way back to my lessons without disturbing the two softly kissing women.

Benson looked at me oddly when I returned and showed him the pen I had retrieved. He harrumphed and placed a packet of pens on my desk that he had taken from the store cupboard underneath his whiteboard. I blushed and told him that I had really needed to clear my head of cobwebs. He nodded and told me that he expected that there may be quite a few spiders creeping in my empty head.

Two reprimands in minutes had me very quiet for the rest of the day.

Now it seemed as if something new had turned up in my mental arsenal. I focused again and thought of my favourite pen still sitting on the desk in my drawing room. I imagined it in my hand. Instantly my hand was clasped around the wood turned pen. Suddenly it was a game. I imagined Kirsty's underwear that I had seen her wearing as she flounced past me with a big grin this morning. They were deep blue with high sides. I had only got a glimpse but just her very presence in them had got me excited. I still had not bedded my other sisters yet and Kirsty told me she did not want to return to my bed until I had shown her sisters that I loved them as well.

The blue panties fell into my lap and I heard a yell from somewhere the other side of the garden wall. I giggled foolishly as I put the scrap of cloth to my nose and sniffed deeply. I was instantly erect at the wonderful smell of my youngest sister.

Now bring her here, Oliver.

A soft voice suggested.

How do I explain how I did that?

I chuckled as I waved the notion away both with my hand and in my mind.

I will make her forget,

the voice in my mind assured me.

I frowned a little as I concentrated and imagined the beautiful body and face of my sister. I wanted her astride my lap and the big erection threatening to burst from my pants teasing her wonderful wet cunt.

Heat assailed me and the feel of weight in my lap as suddenly Kirsty was staring at me in almost shock and then down at her naked body and the long hard prick that was trying to enter her tight pussy. "Ollie!" she almost screamed in shock.

She disappeared a split second later and Emily's tinkling laughter echoed in my mind.

Do you understand how you did that, Ollie?

she asked seriously. I shook my head.

Close your eyes and sense the things around you. Not just the living things, but everything. Tell me what you see in your mind's eye,"

she directed.

I relaxed and closed my eyes. Suddenly I could see the entire area around me as if it sparkled under a light fall of rain and then been bathed in the brightest of sunlight. Everything pulsed with an energy of colours, heat, smell and yes, I could almost taste some of the plants, flowers and, I grinned to myself, the sweet pussy of Kirsty as she knelt at the side of her little bed of colourful flowers and gently pulled a few stray weeds from the lush soil.

Leave her pussy alone, Ollie!

the voice giggled as I almost imagined my tongue sweeping those little fat lips apart and finding the heat of her throbbing clit.

I kept my eyes closed and pressed this new found sense that had developed in me. I chose a small multi-coloured pebble that seemed to shine a little more brightly than its companions. I let my focus zoom in on it and I could see the slow moving objects that spun around each other and at the same time seemed to bind to its neighbour.

You are seeing the stone at its molecular level, Ollie. If you were to look deeper you would see the actual atoms of its structure. With control you can make those atoms unbind and recombine to form a different object. It is called trans-configuration and is a very powerful force. You can remould anything that contains the right elements to something completely different but it would still be fundamentally the same. You cannot, despite the old legends, turn lead into gold!

she tittered as I grasped her meaning and had immediately thought of the old alchemists and their eternal search.

"So a piece of wood is still a piece of wood but I could carve it to be a wonderful statue or a table?" I questioned her to show that I understood.

Carbon is still carbon, Ollie whether it is coal or a diamond. You have the ability to change them but not their elemental selves. In order to move something your mind sees the structure of the object, tears it apart and streams it to where you want it to be relocated and then rebuilds it. It is done without conscious thought of the process. Your brain has been rewired to do this automatically. Some will call it magic but in truth it is simply an evolution of your mental powers.

I opened my eyes and blinked. I expected the world to go back to how I normally saw it with my naked eyes but found that another layer existed for me now. I could still see the glow or aura around the objects.

Filter your mind's senses, Ollie else you will be driven mad by what you can see all the time.

"How?" I asked even as I blinked rapidly several more time.

Control your mind, Ollie!

I willed the extra layer to disappear. The auras faded and then disappeared.

Now bring it back.

I stared for a few moments and told my mind I wanted to see it all. The auras flashed back into place almost blinding me.

Practice, Ollie. Now find me.

I stared around myself and for a moment I couldn't determine what I was trying to find. Then I saw her! She was flittering her little wings and holding herself about a metre off the table. She smiled when she knew I had seen her. She let her little body drift down until she was standing on the table top and I smiled widely as I took in her beauty. She was naked and her perfectly formed tits standing proudly on her chest as she placed her fist on her slim hips and giggled as my eyes roamed down her flat stomach and to the dainty cleft of her pussy. Her legs were delicate as my eyes continued down until I saw her little feet barefoot and pink twisting a little on the surface of the table as she turned her back on me. My eyes travelled back up and her perfect heart shaped arse tilted back at me a little as her little wings opened until they were at full extension from her shoulder blades where her long blond curls draped in between them. She was no more than two feet high but she was a perfectly formed female body and her smile lit up her face and her brilliant blue eyes as she finished her turn and stared directly into my own eyes.

Can you recall where you first met me, Ollie?

I racked my brain. Of course I could. It was at the hospital when she came in to hold my broken arm.

No, Ollie it was before that. Think carefully of where you saw white wings and deep blue eyes.

Her voice was sensual and soft. I could not help but feel my cock get harder as I pictured her in my mind. Suddenly I was not in the gazebo. Instead I was in the nursery room. It was unused now and my old cot still sat in the corner and the play toys and soft bears and giraffes along with many other animals sat in the shelves where they waited patiently for the next generation to appear and reach for them with eager hands and smiling faces. I looked on the top of the shelf and there she sat. My angel! Her wings opened and her blue painted eyes stared down at the cot. For a moment I was that little boy again and reaching up to the dolly that I had not seen before but was out of my reach. It did not matter. She flew down to my cot and sat perched on its side as I sat on my fat bottom and stared at her with a love I could not comprehend at my young age.

"I am your guardian angel, Oliver. You and I will have so much fun together," she said in her musical voice. The baby boy giggled and clapped his hands happily. The vision disappeared as did the doll on top of the cupboard.

I was standing in the middle of the nursery!

I opened the door and peered out. This room was in my mother's wing and was also where Veronica and the twins resided. I heard Veronica singing and grinned wickedly to myself. It was time that I made our date.

She giggled as I snuck up behind her and wrapped my arms around her and cupped her large breasts. My lips kissed her neck and then her ear. Moaning she turned fully in my arms and let our lips come together in a soft caress that grew in intensity as she realised that I had come into her bedroom and that she was naked in my arms. My hands roamed softly over her back and down to her bottom that I cupped and pulled her closer to me. My cock was still rock hard and I knew she could feel it pressing into the junction of her legs. She let her legs ease apart to let my hard bulge press more urgently against her softening centre.

"Ollie are you teasing me or are you really here to make love to me?" she panted as she pushed me back and looked into my eyes.

"Why would I tease you?" I asked confused.

"It has been nearly a week since I- we-, well you know since we..." her eyebrows furrowed in frustration and her eyes closed and her face flushed red with embarrassment.

"Since we orally pleasured each other's brains out," I suggested helpfully. She hid her head against my chest and giggled.

"I thought now might be a good time to plan a night out so that we can fuck each other's brains out," I whispered into her hair as I held her.

"How did you know I would be in my bedroom naked?" she asked instead of answering me.

"I have my ways," I chuckled as I pressed her back and let her go. I openly ogled her beautiful body as she stood staring at me as if I was insane.

"No, really, Ollie. How did you get in here? Mum got a security system installed a few years ago to alert us if someone came into our wing. It was so things like this," she spread her legs a little and waved her hands down her body showing off her nakedness, "didn't happen."

"Maybe the system is faulty or maybe it simply recognised that it was ok for me to come and find my beautiful oldest sister naked," I chuckled.

"You are hopeless, Mister!" she could not help but laugh.

"Hopelessly in love with you, Veronica," I said softly.

"As I am for you, Ollie," she returned quietly.

"So, do we make a date or what?" I asked as I took up a seat near her bedroom door and watched her like a hawk as she went to her wardrobe to find something to wear. I really didn't want her to cover up but she was right. It was not the time for me to be with her here. I found myself back in the gazebo.

It's alright, Ollie. She doesn't remember you coming into her room but she is coming to look for you shortly to make that date and it better be soon.

Emily was giggling in my mind and I found myself giggling with her.

"How do you make people forget, Emily?" I asked softly as I watched the little woman playfully sit on my folder cover and cross her legs indian style. I eyed her beautiful body and she even shook her full tits at me to let me know she enjoyed me observing her.

One must be careful erasing memories, Ollie. A few seconds or minutes are easy but to remove a hurt, a life changing event or to attempt to erase deep feelings is almost impossible. For example I could not remove, and nor could you, the events of last Thursday night from Veronica's mind. Her sucking your cock and drinking your cream was, for her, no longer a fantasy and has all but bound her soul to yours. Trying to make her forget such a thing would destroy her mind. To simply take away a thing that should not have been said or seen immediately is done by taking the memory centre and removing the memory before it can be stored. It is something that you can achieve, with practice, almost instantly.

Even now Veronica does not remember you being in her room but there is a trace that she would have liked you to have seen her naked and pressing your cock against her. A little remnant of a daydream. Jessica will be here soon. I will guide you and you can practice on her.

I was almost about to protest when the woman herself appeared from around the corner of the hedges that grew close to the gazebo and shielded it from winds and casual viewing from others walking in the gardens. I watched in startled amazement as Emily flew off the table and for a few moments a bright whiteness enclosed her and Jessica. I could almost sense Emily merge with the larger and sexy body of my Nanny.

"So, Mr Henderson what else have you discovered about yourself besides the ability to appear in a girl's bedroom while she is naked and dithering over what clothing she was going to select to cover that nakedness?" she asked me as she sat on the seat next to me and tapped my foot to place it in her lap. She began to softly massage my foot after she had removed my shoe. It was an area that I found extremely erotic and her hands were marvellous as she softly kneaded the tissue under my toes. She knew I would answer any question she would pose while she captured my feet.

I told her how I could make things and people come to me. I explained Kirsty's knickers that were still lying on the table in front of me.

"Bring me my phone," she demanded, "It is on my bedside table."

I pictured the dark pink vinyl covered device and the location on her table. I knew her room almost as well I did mine I had spent many nights making love to her and Ralph there. The thing appeared on the table beside Kirsty's knickers.

"So it doesn't have to be something that you own," she said thoughtfully.

I began to point out Kirsty's knickers. "Everything Kirsty owns is yours, Ollie, including her. Get with the program, man!" she snickered.

I shrugged my shoulders and gave up.

"I want a red apple," she said in that same manner of demand she had requested her phone.

I pictured an apple in my mind. I did not have a location and simply thought of the local fruit market that I had been to quite often with Jessica and Ralph. An apple appeared in my hand and I passed it to Jessica. She took a big bite and laughed as the juices spilled out over her chin. The thought of her between my mother's legs almost caused me to choke as suddenly my mother was floating behind Jessica and her legs were wide spread and she was naked. I wished her back to wherever she came from. Thankfully she disappeared without a sound or her eyes able to focus anywhere around her.

Strangely I also found myself in an immense cavern and a picture was floating past. It was my face and Jessica sitting rubbing my feet. A thought, I could see it, floated with it, I could hear it. "My legs are open and I want Jessica to lick my cunt!" came to me. It was my mother's voice. Without totally comprehending what I was doing but guided by some instinctual knowledge I held out my hands and the image and the thought flowed into my grasp and I closed my fist destroying them both. I blinked and I was looking at Jessica again.

You did that well for a first timer, Oliver. I am proud of you. Now let us concentrate on control!

I spent almost the rest of my Sunday bringing and sending objects for Jessica and the soft voice inside my head. I found I could manipulate immediate memories almost as they happened. Jessica had no recall of the number of times I made her expose her tits for me or lift her skirt to show me her naked pussy. I giggled with her as she conceded that she was feeling hot but didn't understand why.

I did manage to make a date with Veronica. A long weekend where I would pretend to go to a business meeting in the north of the country and she would be meeting up with some girlfriends to see a play and go shopping. Shyly she told me that she hoped we would be able to have wonderful time without alerting either our parents or any of the other staff at the mansion. Jessica had wisely decided to go a rustle up some sandwiches for lunch for me and her as Veronica and I planned our tryst.