"Come in here please!"
You've barely kicked off your shoes before your mom calls you from the kitchen.
Your mother, Eleanor, is sitting at the kitchen table, holding an official-looking piece of paper. A torn-open envelope lies on the table.
"We have a problem."
She doesn't look up from the letter, scanning it intently.
You stand there, waiting for something to happen until she finally puts it down and turns to you.
"This is a letter from your late father's parent's lawyer."
She sighs deeply, the motion makes her massive breasts heave and strain against her tight top.
"Do you recall when your father died? That there was a discussion about his trust fund?
Probably not, you were young. The short version is that his parents are withholding the trust fund from being inherited by you and your sister."
She sighs again.
"That is, unless both of you graduate high school with A average grades and go to university. You, I'm not worried about, you already graduated, but your sister..."
She closes her eyes.
"...Your sister is a different story."
Eleanor rises, moves to the unofficial family 'filing cabinet' - a disordered straw box - and pulls out a paper from your former, and Naomi's current, school.
She hands the paper to you. It's a summary of your sister's grades last quarter. It is abysmal. D average, with a C in home economics.
Eleanor watches you read it.
"You need to help me. I've tried everything with that girl. Bribes and threats do nothing. She's off in her own world most of the time. You and her... you used to be close. Could you talk to her? Help her? Maybe... she will listen to you?"
She takes a deep breath again and takes a step closer to you her massive chest less than an inch from your body. You can feel her radiating warmth.
"Listen, I can't afford to put either of you through university unless that trust fund comes through. Help her out and help yourself and... I'll... reward you to. Anything you want."
She locks eyes with you and smiles slightly.
"Anything."
Naomi, your sister, is in her room. As you get close to her door you hear the noise of online entertainment. You knock on her door.
"Come in!"
You push her door open and find your sister on her bed in just her panties and a way too tight camisole. To nobody's surprise she's on her phone, watching some video or other. When you step inside she asks, without looking your way:
"What's up?"
