Around the house

Sitting at his computer John went to play one of his video games, but with the power reset something happened and his user ID for the gaming platform was gone. He thought for a few moments and couldn’t remember his password. “Hanna recover password for current open application please.”

He didn’t like relying on H.A.N.N.A. the home automated neighborhood networked assistant. His father had moved them into this part of town to be part of a community that was to be the guinea pigs for the system to make living better. He just thought of the terminator movies and how the system would eventually hurt someone. With the glitches he had seen so far it was no wonder the first family in the house moved out. His attempt at changing his age was proof of that, sure it didn’t work, but could figure it out with the limited admin powers he did have. “I am sorry, no password found for the application.”

He swiveled to the side in his computer chair and glared at the speaker in his room, as if doing so would make the machine pull up the password it should have saved under his profile. “Found another glitch.” He said turning back to the screen and clicking the forgot password option. It sent an email so he could update the password, but when he went to sign into his email the password for that was also not saved. John flicked his tongue across the roof of his mouth making a tisking sound. “Hanna, recover password for email open in my current open browser window.”

“I am sorry, no password found for listed email address. Would you like me to log you into your email?” Again John glared at the speaker, looking at it like it was the stupidest thing in the world. It couldn’t recover his password, but was offering to just sign him in.

“Yeah, go ahead and sign me into my email. That would be great, and if you could please set my password in my profile so it can be recovered in the future.” With a roll of his eyes he looked back to the screen happy to see his email account opening up. What he saw confused him, not only did he not see any of the emails he expected to see, but he saw ones he had never seen before. The top one was for a new mascara by a major cosmetic company, in fact a lot of the emails were about cosmetics, clothes and shoes. The most recent email was from a year ago and all of the emails were to a JessKiss account. Looking at the top right of the screen he saw Hanna had logged him into JessKiss’s account. “Hanna, all of these emails are to JessKiss and are over a year old.”

He hadn’t asked it a question so the system didn’t respond, only made a chiming sound to acknowledge it heard the message. To help its user Jessica, Hanna interpreted her statement as she was upset that she wasn’t getting new emails about these subjects. With her indication of enjoying the subjects Hanna added Makeup, clothes and shoes to the list of things Jessica enjoyed to her profile and then resubscribed her to the email lists so that she could stay up to date with the things she enjoyed.

“Hanna! Wow, just wow. Can’t you just help me log into my email and lock it there? I don’t want to be seeing someone else's emails. Come on…” John clicked on one of the old emails and pointed at his screen. He wasn’t exactly sure what senses the house system had beyond hearing, but still he pointed at the screen. “Sure I am the type of person that wants thicker more kissable lips. Men don’t want that, girls do! Men just want girls to have plump lips for kissing and blow jobs. DSL for girls.. Not boys. Stupid machine!”

He heard a few chimes as Hanna acknowledged what he was saying. John knew he didn’t need to go off on a rant, but this was the type of stuff his air headed sister would look at and the glitchy computer was showing it to him. “Acknowledged, logged into email and locking account logout options.” Hanna updated Jessica’s profile that she wanted plumper lips, looking up online that DSL meant Dick Sucking lips and tied it to her comment about boys wanting girls to kiss and give blow jobs. Jessica wanted plumper lips to kiss boys and give blow jobs.

Outside standing up and stretching Della picked up some tiny daisy duke shorts and shimmied herself into them before going inside. She needed some water and a short break from the sun, today was a scorcher before she tanned some more. She smiled looking at one of the speakers in the kitchen with its blinking light. “Hanna, could you please get me a glass of water.” As she drank down the cold water she wondered about the temporary admin status and figured she would play around with that shortly.

Slapping his hand on his desk John turned off the monitor angry that the glitchy software literally removed the logout option from the JessKiss email account. He was going to have to go into his own profile to fix this mess. While he was awake enough to play some video games he lost interest and decided to go down stairs, but then the oddest thing happened. A panel in the wall that he knew went down to the kitchen opened and he saw a glass of cold water.

Seeing Della on the couch, wearing a pair of tiny shorts over her bikini bottoms and still just in the top he groaned. “Trying to look sexy for someone?” He said teasing his younger sister. He knew she didn’t have a boyfriend, but there were two boys she was pining after, that she wouldn’t stop talking about.

“Aww is my little sister jealous of how hot I look?” Della replied in a baby voice, knowing just the right buttons to push. Years ago their mother used them both as hair dummies while she was getting her cosmetology license. Neither of them had a choice in the matter, but John hated it so much when she styled his long brown hair into girly styles. He was older but an inch shorter than her at five foot seven to her five foot eight, so it was always a hoot to call him little sister just to fuck with him.

“Ever so much Della, ever so much, please teach me the ways so that I too can be a girly girl ditzy bimbo. Now what are you watching?”

Hanna having confirmation user Jennifer Bell, now renamed to Beatrix Bell, aka Trixie was Della Bell’s little sister and then backed up her profile, but not before to take note of Beatrix’s wishes to be like her older sister in how she dressed and preferred mental state.

John sat down on the other side of the couch, the barbs the two through at one another was just a normal thing and he knew the bigger deal he made about it the longer she would just carry on with it. “Its that show on the history channel, How it’s made.”

The remote was sitting between them and he took it to turn the volume up and tossing it back where he got it. Della quickly moved the remote to her other side, not wanting her bossy brother to change the channel on her. “Really, I love that show.”

“Yeah? If you sit here and watch this episode with me without complaint I will buy dinner tonight?” John squirted at his sister like she had three heads. He just said he loved the show, did she not hear him correctly.

“And if I don’t?” He leaned closer to her and flicked the bottom of her feet that were on the couch. She pulled them away, tucking them closer to her.

“You have to buy what I want for the next three nights.” He shrugged and quickly agreed to the deal, thinking about making her use the babysitting money she had to order some hot wings. He thought he had her and as the commercial break ended he saw why she was so cocky. This episode was about dresses. How it’s made, dresses through the years the tv announced.

He pressed his lips together and glared at his sister, who pointed back to the screen. “Remember, no complaints and you watch the show with me. You love this show after all, right?”

He nodded to the question, not giving her a verbal agreement, afraid if he started talking he would say something he shouldn’t and be on the hook to order what she wanted the next few nights.

Hanna updated Trixie’s profile again, she enjoyed the show How it’s made and the episode on making dresses. Trixie liked clothes, specifically dresses and was interested in learning how to make them.