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Angels and Oak Trees

Part 7

The half term break ended with the boys having not seen the girls alone for 4 days. 

They met up on the walk to school and chatted about recent events.

It seems that Monica had spent some time explaining things to the girls. Things that had never been properly spelt out previously.

Essentially, in return for his share of the take, Jorge had set up a website using an arm's length approach and an offshore server provider. The site had started getting hits almost immediately and those hits, coupled with some clever virtual networking by Jorge, had meant that cash was starting to flow. How much and for how long was anybody's guess.

Still, it meant that Monica was already asking for ideas for a Christmas theme and, more importantly for Jon and Mica, the girls had already agreed to go along with whatever plans were made.

The only fly in the ointment was their father.

He was annoyed that Monica was showing up so often and annoyed that the girls loved her company so much. He was also probably annoyed that, Emily in particular, did little to hide their disgust for the old drunkard.
His foul temper resulted in him drinking more. His drinking more resulted in bigger hangovers and fouler tempers.

Mica was worried that he would hurt the girls, Jon was worried too. Monica was almost frantic. But Social Services would not entertain any changes to the custody of the girls until Monica had a permanent home. 

Monica thought that the new income from the website might help, eventually, but was desperately looking for other options to speed things along.

She needn't have bothered.

Jenny and Emily let themselves in one Thursday evening after school.

Jenny called out to her father and got no reply. 

His car was in the driveway though.

They entered and found the man slumped in a chair in the lounge. A bottle of scotch lay spilled alongside him.

Cardiac arrest they said at the post mortem, brought about by severe alcohol abuse.

In any event, Monica promptly moved into the house and the girls spent several days crying together. They might have hated him but he was still their father.

Mica and Jon stayed away.

The Will left everything to the girls. 

The Trustees were an old friend of the couple from before their wedding and a solicitor. 

Both agreed that the girls would be best served by having their mother look after them.

A small allowance was agreed - too small to fund the three person family let alone maintain the house, but there was also a small capital allowance which, Monica calculated, could last 3 or 4 months if she was careful.

Monica started looking for work at the same time that the girls felt strong enough to go back to school.

The boys were gentle and supportive, protective even. It was like that for several weeks.

Finally, one Friday evening Mica opened the front door to Monica.

"Hi Mica" she said loudly and formally "It is Mica isn't it?"

"um, er, yes" the boy spluttered.

"Are your parents' home?"

"yeah come in"

Mica led the woman into his home and into the kitchen where his parents were chatting whilst clearing away from the evening meal.

Monica didn't allow him to introduce her as she marched forward to greet each of his parents in turn.

Mica slipped away.

20 minutes later his father yelled for him.

"Yes dad?" the boy said enquiringly. He noticed that Monica was still in the kitchen and wondered what was going on.

"Monica here tells me that you have been really nice to her daughters." Said his mother.

Mica blushed and his father guffawed.

The hard looks from two women silenced the man quickly.

"Well, you know what happened with the poor girls father? Anyway, Monica is having to move her business here so that she can care for the girls and needs some help."

Mica looked puzzled.

"It won't be that exciting Mica" cooed Monica "Just packing and addressing stuff for my distribution company, but it would really help me out whilst I look for premises and staff and I'll pay you of course."

"Why me?" the boy asked on cue

"My girls tell me that you and your friend, Jon is it? Have been really nice since their father died and, well, you live so close you could do a bit of work at weekends and maybe after school if things got busy. Tell you what, why don't you and your friend pop around tomorrow morning and I'll show you what needs doing. If you don't want the job then you can tell me then."

"ok"

"Bring Jon too if you like. I'll speak to his parents if he wants to do some work."

"ok"

"How does 9.30 sound?"

"Fine, thanks Mrs, er, ....."

"Monica. Call me Monica, everybody does, even the girls."

"Right" said a slightly bemused Mica.

Mica stood in the hallway whilst Monica was shown out.

"Being really nice to a couple of girls huh?" grinned his father "Are they pretty?"

"Don't tease the boy" snapped his mother

"Well are they?" his father continued

"I suppose so. I don't really know them except for school." Replied Mica

"Well the least you can do is look cheerful about it" his mother said "Christmas is coming and you could do with earning some extra money"

The following morning the front door opened even as Jon and Mica turned up the path. 

Monica ushered them in and led them through to the lounge.

"What's going on?" Mica asked almost immediately. 

There was no sign of the girls.

"You need a job" grinned Monica "or at least you need a reason to be earning money."

The boys exchanged glances.

Monica turned away and picked up a couple of brown envelopes from the dresser on her right.

"Here" she said giving one to each boy.

Jon peeked inside.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed as he looked at the wad of notes. "Where'd this come from?"

"From the website" answered Mica as the light bulb went off in his head. "How much did we make?"

Monica almost jumped up and down on the spot.
"Jorge sent this as an advance. Demand is amazing. Even carefully vetting the applications for the expensive stuff we still have more than a hundred VIP members and we have several thousand ordinary members."

Jon started flicking through the notes.

"There's £1,000 for each of you so far." Monica squealed "looks like we'll be able to stay in the house and everything."

"Are the girls still up for it?" asked Mica "I mean, if they don't want to play then the money's gonna dry up."

"Don't worry about that young man, we need a Christmas script and an excuse for a business that we can carry out here and that your parents can look at if they have a fancy." Monica almost shouted.

"Can I talk to Jenny?" he asked quietly.

"Sure, she's in her room. I said I'd send you up"

"Me too?" asked Jon "Emily I mean"

Monica laughed and nodded and the boys scooted out and up the stairs.

Mica knocked on Jenny's bedroom door.

"Come in" she said clearly.

Jenny was sat on the edge of her bed. Mica moved and sat beside her.

"Hey how you doing?" he asked

"Pretty good" she replied.

"Money a bit of a shock?"

"Maybe" she admitted "Means we can stay living here though"

"I'd like that a lot" Mica grinned "but I don't want you doing anything you don't want"

Jenny smiled at the boy.

"You really are sooo sweeeet!" she exclaimed "You mean it don't you? If I said no more filming that would be that?"

"Of course" the boy replied "This started as fun. It needs to stay fun. If we make enough for you to stay living here too, well, that's a bonus. BUT first and foremost it has to be fun."

Jenny grinned broadly.

"I have the start of an idea for a Christmas shoot" she whispered.

Mica grinned back.

"Tell me about it later" he suggested as he leaned in to kiss her.

Next door things were a little different.

Emily had opened the door as soon as Jon knocked.

"Hey gorgeous!" she hissed

"How you feeling?" he asked 

"Better now" she insisted.

Emily pushed Jon onto the bed and clambered astride him. She bent and kissed him vigorously and then straightened up long enough to pull her sweatshirt over her head. 

She wore no bra.

"Missed me?" he toyed

She scooted down his body so that she could undo his jeans. Jon lay with his hands behind his head and let her undo him. He helped by lifting his hips so that she could tug his jeans and boxers down and then he relaxed whilst the little minx strengthened his semi erect cock with her tongue.

Eventually he pulled her lips away from his erection to give himself just a short stay of execution.

"What?" she asked, licking her lips

"Strip" he whispered "Everything"

Emily giggled as she wriggled off of him and did a little stage dance as she discarded the balance of her clothes.

Then he let her carry on licking and sucking. He let her carry on until he could hold out no more and then he held her head firmly in place whilst he bucked his seed into her mouth.

"Umm" she grinned licking the excess off her chin "I think you missed me too"

Monica called them down for lunch a short while later.

Mica and Jenny appeared promptly and sat at the kitchen table.

"All well?" Monica asked

"I think we have a plan for the Christmas shoot" announced Mica giving Jenny's knee a squeeze under the table.

Monica relaxed visibly.

Jon led Emily into the kitchen a few minutes later. Emily slipped onto her seat wearing a tee shirt and a hastily donned pair of panties.

"I see you two are happy enough" announced Monica

Jon had the good grace to blush.

Over lunch Mica announced that he and Jon would be donating £200 each to cover the cost of buying stock and supplies for the imitation business.

Jon almost choked as he realised that Mica was giving his money away but Emily squeezed the ever present bulge in his jeans and whispered a thank you and he merely smiled.

Then, as the boys were leaving, Mica gave both envelopes back to Monica. Once again Jon was about to complain but Mica quietly explained that they needed to have had a chance to earn some pay before they actually took it home.

Jon nodded his understanding.

The boys visited both houses and answered the same questions. 

"Might be quite a bit of work from time to time. Definitely won't interfere with homework. Of course the girls will be helping their mother too."

The tree house was effectively out of action now that the colder weather had arrived. 

The boys would visit occasionally during the day but for shorter and shorter periods.

Mica's father did "pop in" one day ostensibly to collect the boys to save them walking home in the rain. 

He was given the guided tour by a typically charming Monica and by the time they finally arrived at the dining room two fully dressed girls and two fully dressed boys were sitting around a table folding packaging and stuffing the contents.

I say fully dressed. Emily hadn't quite managed that. Below the table cloth she was delightfully naked from the waist down and, even as she smiled and chatted to the boys as they left, the vibrator buzzed away quietly.

Nobody paid any attention to the fact that she didn't walk them all to the door with Monica and Jenny.

The Christmas video and accompanying stills were shot on a Sunday. 

The boys had arranged to "work" on an emergency consignment for Monica who, in turn, had promised the two sets of parents that she would "pop a little extra" into their pay.

Work was one description. Heaven was more apt for a pair of randy teenage boys who had come round merely to watch the results of earlier "work".

The scene opened with a split screen. Both sides of the screen were dark.

A red tube like glow appeared in each screen. The glow illuminated two bedrooms. 
Each with a sleeping body under a duvet. 

Slowly the glows filled with humanoid shapes each pressing hard against earpieces.
The voice being heard crackled through the screen.

"Apologies operatives but we have had a malfunction. Some errors in navigation have been detected. The system will be offline for about an hour. Don't panic - use your training."

The voice clicked off and the picture focussed in on the left hand screen.

The glow had disappeared by now but through the magic of film the room was now light enough to see. Not exactly brilliant light, but bright enough.

The intruder stood still, listening. 

He was dressed in a tight green jerkin, laced up the front with red laces. Below that were equally tight, and very short, shorts. These were also laced up the front with red laces. Around his waist he had a belt from which hung a number of small bulging pouches. His head was bare, save for the all-important mask in matching green and red.

His legs and feet were bare.

The attention swung to the rest of the room.

Instantly it had the feel of a girl's room. There was a small neat bedside table alongside a single bed. As our intruder moved closer he could see the very top of a sleeping head. 

"A girl!" he grinned "that's lucky!"

The picture faded and opened again on a similar scene. This time, though dressed identically, our intruder was most definitely female. The tight jerkin bulged just a little around the chest area and bulged a little less at the front of her shorts.

She wore her long blond hair in a neat ponytail and looked nervous behind her green mask.
Creeping forward she gasped.

"A boy. Bugger"

The camera panned around to show the head and shoulders of the rooms' occupant, a boy of around 13.

The camera faded and the picture switched back to the other bedroom.

This time the camera focussed on an identity badge pinned to the lapel of the jerkin.

Jareth McFlew. 
Pixie First Class. 
Special Investigation Unit.

The pixie released a small pouch from his belt. Conveniently, he held it still long enough for the camera to pick out the writing embroidered on the side.

"Compliance Dust" it read.

Jareth opened the pouch and then seemed to think better of it.

Instead he lifted the edge of the duvet slightly, made a space and sat on the edge of the bed.

The sleeping girl didn't stir.

Jareth grinned and lifted the duvet still further until he could see a long slender leg. Lifting the covers further still he traced the view all the way up to where her nightie interrupted his thoughts.

Carefully, he put his still open pouch on the bedside table. Then, using both hands, Jareth slowly tugged the duvet down the bed.

The room was pleasantly warm and the girl didn't stir as her covering slipped away.

The camera washed up and down her sleeping form.

She was lying on her side, facing away from Jareth. 

Slowly, the wicked pixie lifted the hem of her nightie. More and more firm thigh became visible as he did so. Eventually though, even this view was cut short by her panties. Plain cotton panties with a slight frill.

Still, Jareth revelled in the view he had afforded both himself and the camera.

After a while he lifted the nightie still further, exposing a wide swathe of flesh and showing the top of her panties as well as the curve of her hip.

With delicate movements he tugged the panties so that the material bunched between her buttocks, exposing most of backside to his gaze.

Still she slept.

Now though, Jareth picked up his pouch and delved inside. He came up with a finger and thumb pinched tightly together.

With that hand poised he placed the other lightly on her exposed hip and pulled so that she flopped onto her back. As she did so, she woke with a start.

Her mouth opened, the dust flew, sparkling gold and blue in the half light, and she closed her mouth, lay back and smiled at the intruder.

Jareth smiled back. 

A sweet blond girl stared up at him through her plain white mask.

Using the same technique as before, he bunched her panties together, exposing as much of her front as he could. Then he tugged them up higher on her hips, having much the same coverage effect, but defining the folds beneath rather more clearly. 

He smiled at her. She smiled back.

"Take of your nightie" he whispered.

The girl moved her hands to the hem of her nightie. The material rose higher and higher up her slender torso and then, just as the material slipped onto the swell of her breasts, the picture faded and re-opened on the other room.

The focus on the identity badge was immediate.

Alouise O'Burnett. 
Pixie (Trainee). 
Special Investigation Unit.

Alousie approached the sleeping figure with some trepidation. As she did she fumbled with a pouch on her belt.

Once again, the small bag was still enough for the camera to capture the embroidered labelling.

This one read "Sleepy Dust"

Carefully she opened the pouch and moved forward.

Her knee bumped the side of the bed, quite gently. The response was anything but gentle.

The boy threw back the covers, sat up and flailed his arms about in a panic as he did so.

Alouise started to shake the pouch over him. He knocked it from her hand. 

Alouise turned to catch it, did so deftly, but squeezed just a little too anxiously.

The small cloud of red and yellow dust that popped out of the pouch went straight into her face.

"ohhhh no" she wailed pitifully just seconds before she fell backwards onto the bed.

The startled boy squealed and drew his knees up to his chest as the pixie fell, dead asleep, across his bed.

The camera focused on the boy then. He was young but muscular. Bare chested. He wore striped flannel pyjama bottoms and the inevitable mask.

He looked at his new companion and, realising that she was asleep, grew in confidence.

Wriggling across the bed he made towards the door.

As he went he glanced at the lithe form of the pixie, the short shorts and the too tight jerkin. His gaze traversed her long bare legs and he slowed as he approached the door.

Still, he opened the door and listened to the silence.

Then, grinning just a little, he moved back to the bed.

He swung her legs onto the bed and tugged her upwards a little. Then he foraged in a nearby chest of drawers and emerged with a school tie and two pairs of football socks.

One pair of socks bound her ankles and the tie bound her wrists. For good measure he secured her wrists to the head board and carefully removed that pouch laden belt from around her slender waist.

She awoke as he turned back to face her.

"Let me free - please!" she begged "I'm still training and I'll be in so much trouble for this"

"Training for what?" the boy demanded

"To be an investigating pixie."

"A pixie?"

"A pixie, like for Christmas"

"For Christmas?"

Alouise sighed

"Sometimes our systems go wrong. We carry out spot checks to ensure that the right gifts go to the right kids"

"Yeah right" the boy snapped "I don't believe in pixies"

"Well I'm here" the pixie declared firmly.

"Do you do magic?"

"We have some, er, secret magic equipment"

"Like what"

"I'm not allowed to tell you"

The boy picked up the belt

"Please don't touch that" the pixie squealed "C'mon, let me go. Please."

"Why should I?"

"That's what good boys and girls would do" she tried

"You're kind of pretty" he whispered

"No I'm not. I'm just a pixie doing her job"

"Are pixies like humans?"

Alouise thought for a moment.

"Well yes, mostly. We live longer but never get so big. We have normal ears, whilst yours are strange and round"

The boy touched his right ear inquisitively as he looked at the pointed ear of his captive.

"So how old are you?" he demanded

"19" Alouise replied quietly.

"What's your name?"

"Alouise" she replied

"Are you frightened?"

"A bit" the pixie admitted

"Are you on your own?"

"We work in teams"

"So there are more of you around here? In this house?"

"Not in the house, but nearby."

"Will they try and rescue you?"

"They won't know I've been caught until the system comes back up"

The boy suddenly realised how quickly the pixie answered his questions and he grinned.

"You answer quickly"

"Yes" replied Alouise meekly

"You could be lying"

"I'm a good pixie I wouldn't tell a lie"

"Really?" he grinned "Do you wear underwear?"

Alouise went beet red.

The boy giggled as he straddled her hips and began to undo the laces to her jerkin.

Alouise shook her head but said nothing.

The camera followed the growing slash of exposed flesh as the boy carefully undid the lace all the way down the front of the tunic.

There was a pause and then the boy scooted down to straddle her thighs as he started to undo the laces to her shorts.

The shorts gaped even faster and the camera followed down and down until the picture faded.

"Here" snapped Jorge "Is where the normal clients see no more." He grinned at his audience "you want see more?"

"Yes please" squealed Emily excitedly

Everybody grinned at the little nymphet and she had the grace to blush slightly as Jorge clicked another link.

The scene opened in the room with Jareth looking down on a young girl. She was slowly drawing up her nightie to expose her firm young breasts as the pixie watched eagerly.

Eventually she tossed the nightie aside and lay back as the pixie toyed with her, tugging on her nipples and moulding her breasts. He kept that up until her breathing was ragged and then he leant forward to whisper in her ear.

Jareth sat back as the young girl took over the manipulation of her now swollen nipples. He grinned as she writhed at her own touch and watched for a few minutes before moving to slide her panties down her thighs.

The girl offered no resistance as the pixie stripped her and, by the time her panties had been tossed into a far corner, had parted her legs to give the creature full access.

The camera watched as his finger wriggled between her outer folds and then slowly penetrated her. The camera watched her face as the invading finger toyed with her and then shot back down to focus on the finger fucking action.

All the time she tugged and pinched her own nipples. Her orgasm was quick but deep.

He covered her mouth to reduce the sound in the silent house and she roared into his palm.

He left her then, just long enough to move towards the window. Using the barest light of the moon he fumbled within his pouches.

He returned to her bedside with two implements.

"Ask" he commanded

"What are they for?" she asked obediently

He held up a pair of clamps and a long flexible tube.

"These" he said as he jiggled the clamps "have two uses. The first is to let me gain access to your thoughts, the second I'll show you in a moment. This" he added holding up the flexible tube "Also has multiple uses. It is designed so that the holder will always be caught in a lie." He grinned at the young girl "it has other uses."

Jareth sat on the edge of the bed.

He took a clamp and carefully attached it to the girl's little finger on her right hand. He attached the other end to his own little finger.

He sat for a moment, smiled and unattached the clamps.

"The clamps tell me that the dust has worn off"

"ohhh right!" the girl said squirming slightly.

Jareth gave her the flexible tube.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asked

"Of course I do, you are a wicked horrible creature." She hissed vehemently

The tube glowed red.

"You lie" the pixie announced

"ohhhh ok"

"Shall I show you what else we use the clamps for?"

"If you want" she replied, noting that this time the tube stayed dull and unglowing.

Jareth smiled and took the tube from her.

He attached a clamp to each nipple and watched her wince each time. He gave her time to control the slight pain and then jiggled the chain between the clamps to ensure that she registered the added pleasure.

"ohhhhhhh!" she hissed

"Open wide" the pixie instructed, tapping her bare thigh with the flexible tube.

The girl parted her legs still further and the pixie wasted no time in inserting the tube as deep as it would go. Her eyes widened at the intrusion and her mouth dropped open as he pulled and pushed.

The pixie stood, not missing a beat with the flexible tube. With one hand he continued to plunge into the girl, with the other he unlaced his shorts.

Her eyes widened still further as she watched the gap in his shorts spread. A little whimper sprang from her mouth at the same time as his erection sprang free of those shorts.

Jareth reached forward and tugged on the clamp chain. She winced and her body rippled. He tugged again and she scooted forward a little. 

Jareth smiled down on her, slipped his hand behind her neck and brought her head forward.

The girl swallowed his erection quickly, urgently.

"You've done this before" he stated simply

"No never" she managed around his cock. 

The tube glowed red as he pumped it in and out of her cunt.

The camera captured it all. It captured his explosion, his jism seeping out of the corner of her mouth. It captured his change of position so that he could bounce his thumb off her clit with each thrust and it captured the ecstasy on her face as she orgasmed for the second time, this time gagged by his slowly decreasing erection.

Jareth pushed her back onto the bed

In the next house the boy finished unwrapping his early gift.

Alouise bit her lip as her tunic was spread out away from her breasts. She hissed just a little as her shorts were tugged down her thighs to expose her bare pussy.

"Sweet!" the boy whispered as he turned , once again, for her belt.

He found the clamps and the fluorescent tube quickly. He grinned wickedly.

"What are these for?" he asked the captive pixie.

"They're for thought transference - so I can read your mind" Alouise explained

The boy shook his head and promptly attached a clamp to each nipple.

The pixie gasped.

She gasped some more as he pinged the clamps until her nipples reddened.

Still grinning from ear to ear, the boy slipped the tube down to rub against her outer cunt lips.

"oohhhhh you mustn't" Alouise begged

He shoved the tube a little ways inside of her and laughed out loud as she whimpered.

"So what's it s'posed to be for?" he demanded

"Its, it's a... ohhhh, it's a truth tube. If you lie when you hold it it glows" she managed.

"Really?" he replied curiously as he tugged on the nipple clamps and twisted the tube a little.

The pixie writhed just a little.

"Having fun?" the boy asked

"No! of course not" Alouise squealed

The tube glowed red.

"You lied!" the boy squealed triumphantly.

"ohhhh" moaned the pixie as he tugged on the nipple clamps again.

The boy fumbled around in her pouches and came up with the compliance dust. He read the label and grinned once more.

"No you mustn't" the pixie tried as he approached.

The boy took a hefty pinch of the dust and forced it up her nose. She sneezed, twice.

"Does it work?" he asked

The pixie simply smiled

"Open your legs" he commanded

The pixie opened her legs as wide as her shorts would allow. The boy grinned.

The camera focussed on him slowly undoing the cord to his pyjama bottoms. Then it focussed on a wide eyed pixie as he approached the bed.

He clambered astride the pixie, scooted up between her breasts and offered his cock to her.

"Take it" he hissed

Alouise opened her mouth and ushered in the stiff cock.

The camera watched her feed. It saw him explode into her mouth and watched her swallow. Then, as his erection subsided, he dawdled down the bed and toyed with the tube as the pixie writhed and moaned on his bed.

There was a sudden flash.

Jareth appeared alongside the bed, sprinkled some dust on the boy and caught him as he fell.

He lay the boy alongside Alouise.

"Having fun?" he asked his pixie companion

She shook her head.

"Did you come?"

She shook her head again.

Jareth chuckled as he untied her.

"The reindeers will enjoy you" he hissed as a red glow enveloped the room and the pair disappeared.

The next shot opened on a tree house in the garden.

The boy was sat on the veranda when he turned to see his neighbour clambering up the ladder.

"I have a fancy dress costume" she announced brightly

The boy hurrumphed.

The girl held up a small laced up tunic and matching shorts.

His eyes widened as he remembered his dream from a few nights ago.

"Shall I try it on?" she asked.

The shot faded as the pair went inside the tree house and shut the door.

The audience yipped and cheered.

"I think" announced Jorge "Christmas will be fine this year"

Jenny kissed Mica deeply, Emily giggled as Jon slipped a hand under her skirt.

Monica smiled broadly at all four of them, relishing the movement of the beads within her and knowing that, sometime later, she would be stripped and fucked.


End of 7