"Okay, I'll see you in a bit, bye," Fiona sighed, putting the phone down; she always dreaded her sister coming up from London. Iris wasn't always the easiest person to get on with; she had a knack for rubbing people up the wrong way, sometimes without even realising she was doing it. Fiona's girlfriend Kate had never really liked her, saying she was a snobby cow who looked down on them and only came round to brag about her ludicrously overpaid job or to show off her latest car. However, despite not being overly keen on Iris, she had always had a fantasy that involved her and Fiona, even though she had told her that her sister was straight.
"What time's Cruella de Ville getting here then?" Kate moaned.
"Oh come on babe, she's not that bad," smiled Fiona, hugging her young lover.
"Yes she bloody is, I don't like her and she doesn't like me, she's always making sarky comments."
"What sarky comments?" asked Fiona nervously, knowing exactly what she meant.
"Well what about when she was here last time? She had a dig about the age gap."
"I don't think she meant anything by it."
"Yes she did, because she knew it would wind me up."
Kate had always been touchy about the subject; at 21 she was almost half the age of Fiona. They had met in a nightclub in town when Kate had been on a night out with friends and Fiona was out with her work colleagues. The pair's relationship had grown quickly and Kate moved in with the older women within a month of them meeting; she was a slim, pretty girl with long dark hair, blue eyes and pale skin. Fiona was smitten with her from the moment she laid eyes on her; she was a buxom 40 year old with brown shoulder length hair and green eyes. Her soft facial features gave her a sort of Mumsy appearance, especially with her dark rimmed glasses. The age gap issue had never really been a problem for Fiona, finding it easy to brush off or ignore any remark or criticism that was made, something the young girl found hard to do. Iris had picked up on this and had exploited it on more than one occasion, seeming to get some sort of twisted pleasure out of making Kate feel uncomfortable.
"I mean it Fi, I know she's your sister and everything, but if she starts tonight I'm just gonna smack her one."
"No you will not!" said Fiona sternly, "the last thing I need is you two going at it like a pair of strays, besides, you'd only come off second best."
"Huh, I'm half her age, I'd floor her!"
"Hmm, you might be half her age, but you're also half her size," the older woman smiled, "trust me, just bite your tongue and let it wash over you."
"Okay, fine," Kate sighed.
"She's only here for one night; she's got a meeting in Birmingham tomorrow."
"Well why can't she book into a hotel then? All the bloody money she's got."
"Look, I know she can be a bit annoying at times, but she's still my sister Kate and I don't see her that often," Fiona said softly.
"Alright, I promise I'll behave," the young girl sighed, giving Fiona a peck on the cheek.
"Right, I'm going to get the spare room ready, she'll be here around half six."
"Oh goody, I can't wait," Kate smirked, making Fiona raise her eyebrows at her, "Sorry"...........
A couple of hours later they heard a car pull up outside. Fiona peeped through the curtains to see her sister getting out of a brand new blue Mercedes; putting her overnight bag over her shoulder and tottering across the car park in her stilettos, she pressed the button on the intercom.
"Hi sis, it's me."
"Pull the door."
"Aaaah! All hail the Queen of Sheba!" wailed Kate, sinking to her knees, patting the floor and bowing.
"Pack it in!" sniped Fiona, trying not to laugh as she opened the door.
"Hiya love," smiled Iris, kissing and embracing her sister.
"Hiya, come in."
"Hello Kate," the buxom blonde said quietly as she sat on the sofa.
"Iris."
"Well, who'd like a drink then?" Fiona chirped.
"Ooooh yes please Sis, I'll have a white wine please if you've got any, three hours I was stuck on that bloody motorway."
"Do you want one babe?"
"Yeah go on then," the young girl replied, sitting down in the armchair.
"I'll just get us some glasses."
Fiona went off into the kitchen, leaving her girlfriend and her sister sitting in an awkward silence; taking out packet of cigarettes from her bag, Iris turned to Kate.
"Do you have an ashtray?"
"I'll just look in the kitchen," Kate replied, managing a half hearted smile. She went into the kitchen to find Fiona scrabbling around in the drawers.
"Where the bloody hell's the corkscrew?" she huffed, pulling out the cutlery tray.
"Her majesty requires an ashtray," Kate smirked.
"Over there babe, on the window sill; aha, found it!" said Fiona, pulling the corkscrew from the back of the drawer.
Returning to the sitting room, Kate placed the ashtray on the coffee table whilst Fiona poured the wine. Slipping of her stilettos and lighting her cigarette, Iris picked up her glass and turned to the pair.
"Well, how have you two been then?" she smiled taking a sip.
"We've been okay, haven't we babe?" beamed Fiona.
"Hmmm," the young girl nodded, smiling.
As the two sisters sat on the sofa chatting, Kate cast her eyes over Iris; she was a little older than Fiona, about 43 or 44, with her hair dyed blonde and cut into a bob. Facially, she looked pretty much like her younger sibling, the same green eyes and soft features; she also wore glasses, only more stylish and of course much more expensive ones. Physically however she was slightly larger than Fiona, somewhere around a size 18 with massive boobs, big curvaceous hips and thick thighs concealed under her expensive dark blue designer skirt suit. As Iris topped up her glass, she told her sister about the latest underling she had fired from her department, explaining she had no other choice.
"As head of my department Fi, if any one individual fucks up, it's me who gets it in the neck, he cost us a bloody fortune so I had to sack him."
"Hmm still, it can't make you very popular sis," said Fiona.
"Well I can't help that, it's my job, it's not easy being a bitch you know."
'Yet you make it look so effortless' Kate thought to herself, a wicked smile playing across her face. Noticing the expression on her lover's face, Fiona looked at her quizzically.
"Are you alright babe?"
"Erm...yes I'm fine, I'm just going to the bathroom," she replied, quickly getting up and leaving. Iris turned and looked at her sister with a puzzled looked on her face.
"What?"
"What's up with her?" the blonde asked.
"Nothing, she just needs to go to the loo."
"She's an odd bugger, she is," Iris smiled, shaking her head.
"Why?"
"Well, she just seems to act a bit weird, or at least she does when I'm here."
"No she doesn't, she just doesn't know you that well, that's all," said Fiona, topping up her glass.
"Hmm, I just get the impression she doesn't like me very much."
"It's not that sis; it's just some of the things you say sometimes."
"Like what?"
"Well, when you mention things like the age difference between us," sighed Fiona.
"God I was only saying, she's a touchy little sod isn't she? I don't remember Melanie being so sensitive."
"That's another thing, stop mentioning Melanie in front of her, we split up three years ago," said Fiona, fixing her sister with a stern look.
"Alright alright, fine," the blonde said wearily, "I'll try not to upset her for the rest of the
night."
"Thank you."
