Chapter 405: Nevaeh Moves in, and Widening My SCS Project

Late-September to Mid-November 2007

Shortly after the major job of excavating and fitting out the girls' closet was completed, Nevaeh's parents gave their consent for Nevaeh to move in with us. I teased Julia with how the timing indicated which event she considered the essential prerequisite for the other.

We set up one of the spare bedrooms to look like it was Nevaeh's, but that was just for appearance's sake. One of the advantages of having our own security - in addition to preventing our being murdered in our sleep by religious nutcases - was that Nevaeh's parents couldn't catch us unawares. Our security is not allowed to let ANYONE, not even themselves, near either of our homes unless they get our prior approval. Emergencies are the only exception, and the siren had better be wailing already. Other than for misleading her parents, Nevaeh's bedroom will only get used for some of her future "Quality Time" pairings with me, Carol or Ava (Nevaeh's "quality times" with Julia happen in the closet). With five of us living in our big relationship, there are quite a few pair combinations, so quite a few individual relationships to nurture.

Nevaeh's permanent arrival didn't make any substantial difference to her or our sex-life as she'd been coming and going often anyway, and she'd even been able to stay overnight a few times so we'd already enjoyed sleeping with her. We still had a celebratory orgy though, as a matter of principle. Donna helped us welcome Nevaeh, which was good of her. We knew that the main effect from having Nevaeh live with us would be on our mental and emotional relationships with her rather than our physical ones. Having her around all the time would make it easier for us to get to know each other, to do things spontaneously, to have time for casual conversations, etc. It'd simply be nicer.

To say that Nevaeh was overjoyed would be understating the case ridiculously. Nevaeh thought we were INCREDIBLE people! I had, after all, been resurrected and assigned my own angel, which when you think about it is pretty incredible. Our wealth and lifestyle - including our sexual lifestyle - also made her extremely happy. You'd think that her close proximity to us would cause her opinions to become more ordinary, but that didn't happen. She simply didn't judge us, believing that almost everything we did was right. Even if I'd farted in bed - my body didn't do that anymore so this is a hypothetical example - she still wouldn't have been disillusioned into seeing me as a normal person. I still had plenty of foibles, but reality never seemed to affect her opinions of me or of us. It would be reasonably accurate to say she worshipped us.

Nevaeh was certainly the happiest of us. Next happiest was Julia since both girls LOVED fashion. Left to themselves, Nevaeh and Julia would rather talk fashion than have sex together, which is WRONG in so many ways! I joke about fashion quite often - I get lots of inspiration for my humor - but it is great to see my girls so happy, including so happy together.

Carol and Nevaeh also got along very well because they were the same age, had quieter than normal and quite moral personalities, and had similar body shapes which was convenient given all the clothes swapping they did. I could have sworn that both girls had more than enough clothes of their own and therefore had no need to swap to find something to wear, but apparently I was wrong. Carol and Nevaeh also had quite a lot of sexual attraction for each other. Proximity showed me that Carol's lust was genuine, not part of any playacting she was doing. Nevaeh's reciprocation was genuine too.

Ava had the least to do with Nevaeh but that wasn't a problem. Ava and Nevaeh were both extremely non-judgmental and couldn't be easier to get along with. The activity they had most in common was sex. Ava is an unusually enthusiastic and fun lover, and once Nevaeh had learned from God that sex was Good, she also became very enthusiastic about it - and why not! Outside of sex, Nevaeh wasn't interested in anything athletic so didn't have much in common with Ava, except that both of them respected Julia and me enormously. Don't get the impression that Ava was left out at all. She pursued her athletic interests with Donna, her many friends and sometimes with me, and all of us could pursue whatever interests we wanted. Ava got plenty of friendship from us, and had heaps of her own friends.

From Nevaeh's perspective, and in summary: Ava was fun, Carol was a perfect sister with benefits, and Julia was a highly respected big sister. I was on a whole different level, so different that Nevaeh didn't even think to judge me. God already had, so it was unnecessary and wrong for Nevaeh to.

We made two half-revelations to Nevaeh once she was one of us. The first was that we explained that the rings that Julia, Carol and I wore were a type of informal wedding ring. "We love each other so much that we like to think of ourselves as married until death do us part, which is why the rings are blood-red, to represent our life." We explained the significance of Ava's half-red ring, and said that when she [Nevaeh] was loved enough by us, we would get her a half-red ring too. It was a nicer conversation in reality than how it reads. We did it well, and that we were expecting to love Nevaeh that much made her burst into happy-tears.

That evening Nevaeh volunteered to sleep on the outside of the bed, so Carol and Julia could sleep next to me. My sleeping in the middle was enforced, but the girls had deliberately not adopted a pattern for their positions, preferring to mix it up. Nevaeh's suggestion was refused, Julia and Carol insisting that we continued to shuffle the girls every night. Sometimes the sleeping positions were truly random; just where we'd ended up when the sex stopped, although I was always pushed toward the middle if I wasn't already between two of the girls. Other times one of the girls would either ask to sleep next to me, or would suggest a rearrangement because they anticipated that one of them might want to be next to me. It was never democratic because there were never any votes. Certainly I was rarely asked. The girls assumed they were in charge of our sleeping positions and it seemed to work fine. Julia was particularly careful to ensure there was plenty of variation in our sleeping positions, I think because she was ashamed of her failure to spot Ron's body changing into Archangel Michael's. It was very convenient that I could study from bed and fly myself out of it when I wanted to get up early, because clambering out with two bedmates on both sides would've been very awkward.

The girls also managed our "Quality Time" sessions, except that I quite often felt the desire - nearly always in the emotional rather than physical sense - to request a night alone with one of them. My suggestion that I didn't need to sleep in the middle of the big bed had always been instantly rejected, but my requests for quality time sessions were always immediately honored. Why my girls had no hesitation in reacting so differently to my two types of sleeping-position requests was yet another example of how females truly do seem to operate from different assumptions and rules than males.

The second half-revelation for Nevaeh was concerning my control of the Guardian Angel. We didn't divulge the truth to her as everyone, parents included, considered that FAR too dangerous, but we let her see that the angel was much more cooperative with me than any outsider knew. We told her that it could read my mind and that I could even send my thoughts to it. "We think that God must have done that to me when He repaired my mind after the CIA's damage."

We made sure that Nevaeh understood that when the lights flicked off from across the room after Julia told me, "Please turn out the lights, Mark," that Julia was really asking me to ask the angel, but was too lazy to keep saying that in full. Nevaeh believed everything we told her, so within a few days we were able to talk and behave naturally around her without there being any risk of her leaping to the right conclusion.

We didn't reveal to Nevaeh that I studied while lying in bed, as we couldn't think of a believable explanation for it. She didn't even know about the downstairs study. As far as she knew, I did my studying in the upstairs study at the same time as the girls were doing their studying. I truly did study then, using my eyes to read its screens. I just had a sight blob reading far more screens downstairs at the same time, and at other times too.

Soon after Nevaeh moved in we had her family over for dinner a couple of times only a few days apart. The first time was in the Adults' House so all of my two families could formally meet all of hers, and a few days later in the Kids' House so her family could get to know Nevaeh's housemates better. Both dinners were successful, and the Smiths were comfortable with Nevaeh living with us. Nevaeh was shining with happiness and it would be difficult for any parent to object to a boy who had God's evident and extreme approval. Like everyone else outside my core group, Nevaeh's family thought that her relationship with us had started with a fashion discussion between her and Julia, they'd hit it off, the rest of us had met her and liked her too, and that she was slowly drifting into being one of my girlfriends. That was true in only one respect: that fashion had been critical to my initial interest in Nevaeh, specifically how fantastic she'd looked floating outside our gates when all of her fashion had been lying on the ground beneath her.

We downplayed the sexual element and spouted lots of bullshit along the lines of, "Yes, our kissing and cuddling probably will progress further, but only when it's morally right to do so." The size of my bed was mostly blamed on Julia's vicarious megalomania on my behalf. That was believable because our home contained MANY other examples of Julia's excessiveness. There were very few places where she hadn't gone over the top. We admitted that Ava did sleep with Julia and me sometimes: "When she feels the need for our companionship." I also added, "It's amazing what a difference having an angel living with us makes. We KNOW what God approves of, and He is not nearly as concerned about prim and proper as most people think, not when there is honest love involved. Love is very important to God." It was difficult for the Smiths to disagree or condemn us after that.

One point worth mentioning is that Mrs. Smith - whom I now called Anne - used the excuse of showing the house to Nevaeh's brothers as a reason to see it again herself. Having anticipated another Grand Tour, I'd left a pile of cash on the side of my desk in the study and had made sure Grace saw it during the Tour. Grace was poor these days because Nevaeh was making her donate half her allowance to charity, and we'd suspected that she might fall into a suitably baited trap. Later that evening, Grace excused herself from the table ostensibly to visit the bathroom. She instead headed straight for our study, closed her eyes, walked backward into it, then felt around behind her for the cash. Her tactic failed to fool the mini-Guardian Angel, for a variety of reasons. Unfortunately it was only THIS time that she failed to fool it - by which I mean that the trap had been placed because Nevaeh suspected that Grace had been misbehaving again out of all of our sights. It was predictable that over time she'd lose her fear of the angel and backslide into being a very bad girl again, which Nevaeh didn't want.

Nevaeh and I had prepared for the possibility of Grace going for the money, and the angel now gave Nevaeh the signal: two taps on the top of her head. Nevaeh excused herself and went to the study. Grace was being held totally immobile by many excessively strong NP-clamps, with her hand still on the cash and her mouth gagged.

Nevaeh arrived and a phone floated up off a desk as the mini-angel emerged from Grace's forehead. It informed Nevaeh that Grace had misbehaved several times since it had been living inside her. Nevaeh showed the message to Grace, who looked guilty.

The angel pretended to list some of Grace's transgressions, with Nevaeh holding the phone so Grace couldn't see that the angel was typing random characters. Nevaeh made rehearsed comments to imply the list's existence, such as, "Stealing! Grace, how could you be so stupid?" (If Grace hadn't stolen before, the message was okay as a reference to this event, but if she had stolen on other occasions, those are what she'd probably think the message was about.) After several more key presses, Nevaeh stated, "I can't believe how often you lie!"

After Nevaeh told Grace off for thinking she could misbehave without God knowing, the phone messaged: "The misbehaviors now add up to enough dishonesty that her head should be pulled off." Nevaeh showed it to Grace, panicking her greatly. Everyone in the world knew the Guardian Angel had a propensity for removing bad people's heads.

Nevaeh begged the angel not to pull Grace's head off. The angel and Nevaeh argued about it for a couple of minutes, and included several references to Grace's imminent and bloody death to scare her even more. Another threat that worked even better was when the angel typed, "I don't approve of half-punishments, but if you don't want her killed I could burn her face off so she'd be hideous. That would destroy her overweening pride." After Nevaeh showed Grace that message, the angel emerged from Grace's skull, hovered in front of her face, and turned the heat WAY up for a few seconds. It was a very effective demonstration. Grace had already been terrified by how forcefully she was being held and by the strong upward pull on her head, but the face-destroying demonstration REALLY got to her - not that she could do or say anything about it.

Nevaeh finally won the argument, but only after two objectives had been achieved: Nevaeh got some experience at, and proved herself capable of, playing along with one of my little games; and Grace learned that all the times that she'd thought she'd been fooling the angel, it had been adding up her dishonesty until it was enough to cause her decapitation. Nevaeh accentuated that point by saying, "You've heard about the angels and God. They let people act however they wish and then they punish them at the end. You were STUPID thinking you were fooling God!" Grace agreed.

After her wonderful sister got the angel to agree to give Grace ONE more chance, Grace - still fiercely clamped and gagged - was floated back to the dining room, with Nevaeh walking behind. Grace's floating into the room in obvious although inarticulate distress caught everyone's attention. Nevaeh explained that the Guardian Angel had caught Grace trying to steal money from me, and because its job is to protect me, it had wanted to execute Grace but Nevaeh had convinced it not to.

Grace's gag was released and great hysterics burst out of her. She really was terrified, especially because she was still being held so tightly that it was causing her a considerable amount of pain. My proximity sense allowed me to know how hard I could squeeze and I was squeezing slightly harder than that. During the discussion, Nevaeh made sure to mention that the angel had told her that Grace had done several other bad things recently, and Nevaeh tricked Grace into confessing all of them to her parents. Given her terror, we were pretty confident that Grace wouldn't be brave enough to hold anything back as she was a great deal less scared of her parents than she was of the angel.

In punishment - texted by the Guardian Angel - Grace's charitable donations were to increase to three-quarters of her weekly allowance, and her mother was to sort through Grace's clothes and donate 75% of them to charity, choosing the most attractive ones (sorry mankind), and "Until she turns 18, Grace is to wear clothes she will take no pride in and not wear any cosmetics, to teach her humility." The angel showed Grace one message: "If you misbehave even half as much as you have recently, I will IMMEDIATELY disfigure your face so you will be ugly for the rest of your life. No one will have time to stop me." The angel gave her neck an extra squeeze and I put an invisible heat blob over her head for a few seconds of discomforting heat.

That message was cleared and replaced with another one that was shown to everyone: "Grace is not welcome at this dinner. I will hold her by your car until the end of the evening."

A pitifully sobbing Grace was floated to the elevator and down to the Smith's car parked under the Kids' House, while I verbally reassured the rest of the family that there was no need to cut the dinner short, pointing out that the angel didn't want us to do that. I managed to talk them into continuing, although we had to spend a while discussing Grace's situation. It was a good opportunity to add to my reputation for being a very moral person. "The Guardian Angel is looking over my shoulder 24/7 - it never sleeps or loses concentration - so you can imagine how careful I am of always being moral. Not just me either, as everyone who lives in this house has to live very morally. It's a very good environment for Nevaeh."

Because Mom has taught me that a job worth doing is worth doing well, and for other reasons, when Grace arrived at her family's car I ripped all her clothes off, stripping her totally naked. She had a FANTASTIC body, which looked especially sexy with the motions caused by her sobs. She was a slightly scaled-down version of Nevaeh, and I would have loved to get her into my bed, especially with Nevaeh at the same time. It was such a pity that would never happen. While I was admiring her body, the mini-angel emerged from her head, floated down to the pile of clothes, which immediately burst into flames. Still radiating some heat, the angel floated back into Grace's forehead, terrifying her even further. I picked up the empty burlap sack I'd placed nearby for this eventuality. It already had a hole ripped in the top, so it was easy to drop it over Grace's head. She was now dressed in a very humble way.

Nevaeh had told me enough stories about Grace, and I'd seen and proximity sensed enough of her behavior myself, to agree that she had been heading toward serious trouble. Hopefully this might forcibly get her through her teenage years without more trouble, and she might wise up during her 'possession'.

Speaking of Grace's attempt to obtain money from us reminds me to mention that we set Nevaeh up with an effectively bottomless credit card, gave her a sizeable monthly cash allowance, and let her loose. It didn't really effect her. She would spend her/our money to keep up with us while we were all sharing the same lifestyle, but she didn't throw it around otherwise. For example, if she was clothes shopping with Julia she wouldn't hesitate to spend several thousand dollars on a dress, but she wouldn't give any more money to her friends than she would've done before she moved in with us because she didn't consider it her money to give away. As she always had been, Nevaeh was a very moral girl, and doubtless was even more so now than before we'd met her because she thought that she was living with an angel and that God was watching her closely. (I thought of joking, "and doubtless was even more so now - apart from all the sex" but that would imply that I think that our sex is immoral, which I absolutely do not. I strongly believe it to be wonderful in every possible way. I cannot imagine how anyone seeing how joyful Nevaeh is during sex, and how she makes her partners happy, could think it immoral.)

Once Nevaeh was firmly part of our household, it was time to get my SCS project moving forward again. The surveillers were an even bigger problem now because they were starting to get invasive and I'd gotten nowhere useful in more than three weeks of trying to get rid of them. The good news was that they were clearly non-aggressive and our bugs were doing a superb job of letting us know what they were up to. Presumably because of Majestic Countdown's computer and paper file uncovering expertise, the local baddies weren't using computers, so all their communication and planning was verbal, telling us everything we needed to know about their front-line operations. We should know if they started planning to get aggressive, in which case the Guardian Angel would immediately demonstrate that it was even better than them at aggression. The surveillers were a pain in the ass, but they weren't stopping me from advancing my SCS project.

Having Nevaeh live with us gave me an excuse to arrange various things with her schoolmates. Acting on a request of mine, Nevaeh booked out a large restaurant the next Saturday. It wasn't as upmarket as I would have liked because the best ones in town couldn't fit the number of people I wanted in one room. The invite list was almost identical to Nevaeh's birthday party, but with the addition of one beautiful bitch as required by the test that God had set me. In total, there were seventy five out of the maximum possible eighty five SCS girls coming to the dinner, the last ten not wanted for social or godly reasons. The restaurant was chosen for not being large enough to allow any of the girls to bring dates. Given the subject matter I was going to talk about, guys would have been a big nuisance.