Angel

You step from the elevator to enter Fiona’s palatial office at the second to top floor of her grand tower. Lining the massive walls are statues, trophies, art and just general propaganda all dedicated to the glory of the great woman. All except for the mural dedicated to your father that is. There are also holoscreens, so many holoscreens, all streaming in news from around the world. Anything, anywhere that had to do with her people was displayed here.

At the huge desk on the far side of the football field size room was your big sister surrounded by a dozen advisers and hangers on. The only other males in the room were collared, leashed and on their knees. As you near you see Fiona’s striking features taut with stress and worry. The moment she sees you however a change washes over her. Her shoulders relax, her features warm, and smile spreads across her ruby lips.

“Jesse.” She says with an unfiltered love that touched your heart. “Well, well, well.” She bellows for the whole room to hear. “If it isn’t the dickless wonder! You get lost on the way to the micro-penis convention?”

All heads turn to you.

You roll your eyes. “Hello, Fiona.”

“Pbst!” A woman in a red pantsuit sputters in offense. “You will address the Mistress as…!”

“Shaddup!” Fiona cuts off the woman who had stepped forward to defend her dominance. “OUT!”

With many bows and ‘yes, Mistress’s’ her lackeys scurry away. Not waiting for you to get to her Fiona strides forward to meet you half way. As you knew she would Fiona snatches you up in a big ol’ big sister hug.

Squeezing you tight she nuzzles into your hair for a kiss. “How you doin, baby brother?”

You smile and hug her back. “I’ve been better.”

“Yeah.” Reluctantly she lets you go.

Stepping back she looks you up and down, just taking a moment to savor your presence. Fiona had a life where any pleasure or luxury could be hers at the snap of a finger but it was moments like this where she found her real joy. Tall and regal and in a black tailored suit that highlighted her mighty bulge Fiona’s larger than life presence filled the grand room. She was photogenic and her charisma came through a holoscreen like nobody else you’d seen but you had to actually be in her presence to really appreciate her aura. The years had been more than kind. Now in her forties your sister had only gotten sexier with age.

Her hot hazel eyes flit over to the others. “That will be all, Neve. Thank you.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Neve bows and disappears with the others.

“Charlie.” Fiona smirks, her hands on her hips. “You are supposed to be finalizing that cure for cancer.” She glances your way. “I suppose this is your doing.”

“They said I needed an attendant.”

Fiona laughs. “Why won’t you EVER enjoy my hospitality? Fuck a bitch, baby bro, you’ll have fun. Take one home with ya. Take ten! I’ll put you together a sampler pack.”

“I’m good.”

“Pah!” She looks to Charlie. “You try to look after a guy.”

Charlie giggles. “It’s that Bailey stubbornness.”

“You’re telling me.” Fiona’s face falls, just a little. “Head back to the lab.” She slaps my shoulder. “I got’im.”

“Yes, Mist…”

“Stop.” Fiona raises a hand. “You’re family.”

Charlie smiles. “Of course.” She turns to you. “Been great seeing you, Jesse. We’ll pop by soon and really catch up, yeah?”

“That’d be great.” You say. “Say hi to Jon and girls?”

“I will.” She says. “Give Penelope my regards.” Sensing your need for privacy Charlie too wastes no time in making herself scarce.

“Smart woman.” Fiona says as you watch her go. “She’s no Peg, but…smart.” Turning to you she lays a hand on your shoulder. After a moment she turns you toward her and holds our other shoulder as well. Patting your arms she lets you go. “We need to talk.”

“That’s why I’m here.”

“You first.”

“Right.” You sigh. “Penny has…changed. Something about what happened to her at Harvard changed her. She’s not my little girl anymore, she’s…different.”

“Different?”

“She’s expressed…feelings, Fiona.” You say softly. “Feelings a daughter shouldn’t have for her father.” Fiona’s eyes flit to the mural of your dad, but only for a moment. “And I think she’s developing a jealousy of her mother. She’s saying things like…you guys used say. Back when…um…”

“The good old days?”

“Fiona!”

“The family that plays together…”

“This is serious.”

“Sorry.”

“Fiona. Something happened. Last night. Something that shouldn’t have happened.”

She raises a brow. “Go on.”

“We were watching a movie and…things kind of…happened.”

“Did you use protection?”

“Christ, Fiona! No. It didn’t go that far. No, she…held me down and um…touched…ummmm…”

Fiona’s gorgeous face goes pale. “She **** you!?”

“No! No…I mean, kind of.” You shudder. “I could have stopped it if I wanted to. If I…really wanted to.”

Your sister relaxes. “I see.” Tilting her head she studies you closely. “You enjoyed it?”

“NO!”

“Uh huh.” She says, not convinced. “Is that it?”

“What do you mean, is that it?”

“I just mean…” She shrugs. “…it was going to happen eventually.”

“No it wasn’t.”

“I love ya little brother, but you have got to be the most oblivious, block-headed femboy that ever walked the Earth.”

“I’m not a…” You stammer as you weren’t sure which insult you wanted to object to first. “Anyway! That **** at Harvard. Something changed, Fiona. Something’s wrong with my little girl.”

“Jesse.” Fiona sighs, taking your shoulders once more. She looks down to your feet as if preparing herself for what she was going to say.

“You didn’t…kill him, did you?” You whisper the question that you REALLY didn’t want the answer to.

“Jesse.” She looks back up into your eyes. “Have you considered, even for a second, that your precious angel might not be telling the truth?”

“What? No. Penny would never…”

“Jesse. There was no ****. At least not the way Penelope told it.” She says grimly. “Oh, there is a wrestler in the hospital alright. But he never raised a hand to Penny. He never got the chance.”

“I…don’t…understand.”

“What my people found evidence of was a girl losing control.” Fiona says. “Outbursts. Bullying. Hacking. Doxxing. ****. Manipulation. Anger toward men, especially men in positions of authority. People there feared her, Jesse. She was a terror.”

“What!?” You shake your head, perplexed by this stranger Fiona was describing. “No. No, no no. I never heard about any of this.”

“No. You wouldn’t. Even my people had trouble uncovering the truth.” She says. “That girl of yours has the tongue of the devil himself and the mind of a polymath genius. Remember, it’s not just her muscles that set her apart from the mere mortals, little brother. No. There is no big conspiracy of the elites up there. Penny has them all dancing to HER tune.”

“No, Fiona. You know her. She’s a total sweetheart. She’s my little girl! She would never!”

“Oh yeah, when her precious Daddy is near she is an angel on Earth.” She turns you so that you both now looked up at the mural of your father. “Daddy’s perfect little angel. She’d do anything for Daddy. Anything. A daughter’s love is a powerful thing, Jesse. The most powerful thing in the world.” At your side your sister shivers. “There is exactly one person in this whole world that I am afraid of. Only one. And her name is Penelope.”