Code Kitty
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Chapter 3: Sisterly Love
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3: Sisterly Love - A SHORT DRAMA The world’s greatest hacker has no face—only a calling card: a gray stuffed cat and the message “Every keyboard needs a kitty.”
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Mystery Workplace Paranormal Polygamy/Polyamory First
“Well, if everything is okay, perhaps we could finish dinner,” Robert said.
“I’ll call the doctor in the morning and have you in for a checkup,” Margaret said. “Do you want to come downstairs for dinner, dear?”
“I’m not dressed for dinner. Donnie, keep me company for a while. You aren’t too hungry, are you?” Julie asked. “We can go down to raid the refrigerator later.”
“Sure, Julie. That’s fine. If we don’t find food, we’ll order a pizza,” Don said, sitting on the edge of the bed next to Julie.
“That’s hardly proper,” Selene whispered to her fiancé.
“Tell me all about what you’ve been doing!” Julie said as the room emptied.
“I email you every week. There isn’t much I haven’t already told you,” Don laughed.
“Email! You’re such a Luddite. Why don’t you text? I don’t even have your phone number.”
“It changes. I didn’t want you running up bills for international calls on the company phone.”
“Silly! There’s no additional charge for text messages. I already know you won’t answer a voice call. You never have!”
“The best way to get rid of spam calls is not to answer them.” Of course, Don also had sophisticated call-blocking software he’d developed himself. He’d tested it on several different devices and phone numbers.
“That really limits the excuses for breaking off a conversation and leaving without being rude,” Julie laughed.
“I’m just rude, I guess. If I’m bored with a conversation, I just leave. I’ll come talk to you later,” Don said, standing to leave.
“Donnie! Are you bored with me already?” she asked in alarm.
“No sweetheart,” he laughed. “I was just demonstrating.”
“Conrad would be so offended if you did that,” Julie said as Don sat back down.
“Hmm. I’ll be sure to save that for when I really want to tick him off.”
“He’s a good guy, Donnie. I can see you could have clashes over the company, but he does a good job running it.”
“I haven’t seen any reason to complain. What do you make of Selene?” Don asked.
“Aside from no woman being suitable for my brother—either of them—she seems decent enough. She’s soft-spoken and polite.”
“But...?”
“I suspect her of ulterior motives,” Julie said. “I try not to, but I just get a kind of secretive vibe from her.”
“I’ll keep an eye on it. Her father is Esteban Jacquez. He made quite a name for himself at Apple before he set off to jump on the AI train,” Don said.
“You’ve already done some checking her out. You acted like you didn’t know her. You’re being sneaky.”
“Selene Jacquez, 26 years old, works under your dad in marketing. She came straight to Tesseract Security out of college at Berkeley. Her father’s company was still a struggling startup until he got a sizable venture capital contribution two years ago. The company has been moving aggressively since then.”
“Donnie! You know a lot about the business. Everyone else thinks you don’t really know anything. You’re just a playboy running around the world in your private jet and yacht. Which, by the way, I’d like a little trip on. Where is your yacht now?” Julie asked.
“On its way. I barely stepped aboard in Tampa when I decided to come here. The crew is sailing it through the Panama Canal this week. I could get you to Tampa to meet it and you’d have it to yourself for the entire two weeks making the trip,” Don said.
“What fun would it be if you weren’t on it with me?” Julie scolded.
“Don’t you have a boyfriend you’d like to spend a couple of weeks with?” Don asked.
“Don’t be silly. There’s never been anyone for me but you. I mean almost no one. College was college. But no one I wanted to be around for two whole weeks,” Julie said.
“I’ll see if I can find a nice hacker for you,” Don said.
Someone’s in love!
“Don’t be silly. Julie is my stepsister and eight years younger than me. I’m not a cradle robber!” Don silently reprimanded his cat.
Oh, not you. Julie. You’re her hero.
“I hope I can stay her hero without getting any further involved,” Don thought to the cat.
The Chairman’s Office
Don had skipped breakfast with the family, but Julie was waiting to join him when he reached the kitchen.
“What’s your plan today?” she asked. She expertly rolled a tamagoyaki omelet, which she’d discovered through his email that her stepbrother loved.
“You’re cooking?” Don asked, settling at the table with CK on his lap.
“I studied how to make all the Japanese dishes you raved about during your time there,” she answered. “Can’t trust Lupe to make this kind of thing. It would end up an inch thick with salsa on top.”
“Salsa might not be a bad variation. Thank you,” Don said when Julie served the slices of the rolled omelet. “I plan to go to the office and take a look around. I especially want to assess the AI team.”
I’ll watch them, CK purred to him.
“Here’s cream for Kitty,” Julie said. “Do you prefer it on the floor or on the table?”
“She’s used to eating next to me at the table,” Don said. Julie set the saucer on the kitchen table next to where she served Don, then sat down with her own rolled omelet.
“No one at the company really knows you,” Julie said. “Even the portrait of you as a founder was from when you were twelve. You should let me give you the guided tour.”
“Ethan will take care of that. He’s known around the company. He won’t even need to tell people who I am. I’m sure we’ll check on your department, too. Why aren’t you at work?” Don asked.
“I’ve been sick. I’ll go in with you.”
“I see. And how does the finance department run without you?”
“Silly. I’m just a low-level bookkeeper. I don’t have a lot of ambition about advancing into management. I just do a good job at what I’m assigned,” Julie said.
They finished breakfast and CK jumped to Don’s shoulder as he headed toward the door. Promptly at ten, his car pulled up to the mansion.
“Talk about luxury,” Julie said softly. “Usually, Conrad drives and the rest of us just pile into the car with him. Don’t you drive?”