Get to the house

You look over at her, her eyes focused on the road ahead. You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy, but also a sense of understanding. You know that your sister has always been more sexually adventurous than you, and you've always admired her for it. You take a deep breath and ask, "Are you sure about this? I mean, I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

She glances over at you, a small smile playing on her lips. "Don't worry," she says, "he's already rich thanks to his brand deals. He can take care of both of us. And besides, I have to share, might as well be with my sister." You nod, her words providing a small measure of comfort. The car glides smoothly through the streets, the music filling the silence between you and your sister. You can't help but feel a mix of emotions: excitement, nervousness, and a hint of guilt. You try to push the thoughts aside, focusing on the present moment.

After a few minutes of driving, your sister turns into a gated community. The houses are massive, with perfectly manicured lawns and sparkling pools. You can't help but feel a sense of awe as you drive past the opulent homes. "Wow, this is quite the neighborhood," you say, trying to sound casual.

Your sister smiles, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Just wait until you see Tyrone's place. It's a mansion."

She pulls up to a massive wrought-iron gate and rolls down the window to punch in a code. The gate slowly opens, revealing a sprawling estate. Your sister drives up the long, winding driveway, and you can't help but gasp in awe as you take in the sheer size of the house. It's a modern, glass-and-steel monstrosity, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a glimpse of the luxurious interior.

As you get out of the car, you notice a sleek black sports car parked in the driveway. Tyrone must be home, you think.

"Yeah, thanks to his brand deals he has this mansion but it will only be more when he gets drafted he is expected to go in the top 5 maybe even the top 3." Your sister leads you towards the front door, which opens before you even reach it. Tyrone stands there, dressed in a fitted suit and looking every bit the part of the successful athlete.

"Hey, gorgeous," he says, his eyes raking over your sister's body. She smiles, stepping forward to give him a kiss. "Hey, Tyrone. We made it," she says. Tyrone's gaze shifts to you, and he smiles warmly. "This is your first time, welcome to my humble abode," he says, stepping aside to let you in.

You step into the foyer, your eyes wide with wonder. The interior of the mansion is just as impressive as the exterior, with sleek modern furniture and high-end appliances. You can't help but feel a pang of intimidation as you take in the luxurious surroundings. Tyrone leads you through the foyer and into the living room and he turns on some music as you can see a bunch of ****, booze and food set up. He turns to face you both with a mischievous grin on his face. "I'm glad you two could make it," he says, his voice low and sultry. "I've been thinking about this."

He walks over to the table and picks up a small bag of white powder, which you recognize as cocaine. He opens it and dumps some of the powder onto a mirror. "My brother is in Town before his season starts, and there are three prospective recruits who are looking to transfer figure you could help me convince them," he says, as he begins to cut the powder into lines.

Your sister's eyes light up at the sight of the ****, and she takes a step closer to Tyrone, her body swaying to the music. You can feel the tension in the air, the excitement building up as you watch Tyrone prepare the lines. Tyrone looks up at you both, a mischievous glint in his eye. "So what do you say, want to help out me and the school?"

Neither one of you hesitates, but your sister speaks up, her voice husky with desire. "Anything for that cock." She takes a step closer to Tyrone, her eyes locked on his face. Tyrone grins, his eyes flicking to your sister's lips. "I like the way you think." He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your sister's lips, and you feel a pang of jealousy mixed with desire.

But before you can dwell on it, Tyrone turns to you, his eyes burning with desire. "And what about you? Are you ready to help out?" You pause for a moment, just a moment before agreeing. "Yes," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm ready." Tyrone grins, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Good," he says, as he hands you a rolled-up dollar bill. "Then let's get started."

"Who's first?" he asks, his voice low and husky. Your sister doesn't hesitate, reaching out to take a rolled-up bill from Tyrone's hand. She bends down, her hair falling around her face as she takes a line of the powder. You watch, mesmerized, as she inhales deeply, her eyes closing in ecstasy. You watch as your sister takes the first line, her eyes closing in pleasure as the **** hits her system. You can see the way her body relaxes, the way her breathing becomes shallow and quick. You take the next line, feeling the familiar rush of the **** as it courses through your veins.