1. Racing From Love Ch. 01-03

The room was silent. He was staring down at her with an intensity she hadn't seen before. Emma had that funny feeling in her stomach again and she felt a warmth spreading out over her nether regions. Her pussy started with a little twinge of aching, and she could feel her nipples hard against the fabric of her bra. It felt weird to have Sam turning her on, but at the same time it also felt so right. None of the guys she'd had dates with had ever turned her on, despite their best efforts. God she wanted him to touch her, to kiss her, to stretch her. She could see that he was struggling, they'd had such a nice companionable day, and now this.

In fact Sam was on the very edge of control, he wanted to take her so badly, to claim her as his own. She was looking up at him so innocently with those big brown eyes and her pouty lips parted ever so slightly. He could see her chest rise and fall through her t-shirt and feel her pulse racing through her wrists. Her shirt had ridden up just over her navel to reveal the deliciously smooth brown skin there, and the promise of the prize that lay beneath her jeans.

He wanted to rip that flimsy t-shirt off her and knead and suck on her tits. All of his instincts were telling him to pull her pants down and plunge his cock into her pussy until he found release inside her.

But this was Emma. This was his best friend, his sister. He'd never had this feeling before with anyone and frankly it scared the shit out of him. He let go of her arms and leant back on his heels to put some space between them. Jesus, what was he thinking?

'Sam?' Emma sat up and reached out for him. Sam quickly got up and walked to the other side of the room, suddenly aware that his cock was straining against his shorts.

Shit, shit, shit. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was pacing.

'Sam, are you alright?' she asked tentatively.

'No'

'What's the matter?'

What was the matter? What was he supposed to say? He stopped pacing and looked at her. She was sitting on the floor with her knees tucked up to her chest, her braids falling down over her arms. God she was gorgeous. Should he tell her the truth and risk losing her? He had to say something.

He tried an indirect approach, 'It's just that we're older now, we shouldn't be playing like that, it's not... natural.'

Emma dropped her eyes to the floor, 'I'm sorry, you're right. I shouldn't have tickled you like that, I wont do it again.'

Sam felt like shit. The thought of Emma never tickling him again made his heart feel like lead. He ran his fingers through his hair. Well at least that depressing thought was taking care of his erection.

'I'm starving, I've got to eat something,' he walked into the kitchen. 'What do you want for dinner?' he asked, opening the fridge to see what was available.

Food was a good distraction, after he ate he could go to bed and sleep way this awful afternoon.

She had followed him in and sat at the kitchen island, 'I don't care, whatever you feel like.' Okay, this was going to be all right, things seemed like they were a bit more normal.

Somehow Sam got through making dinner and eating with her and then went straight to bed. It was only 7 O'clock but he had the excuse of being tired from their run.

He could escape her, but he couldn't escape the memory of being on top of her, it bored into his brain and resurfaced in dreams for weeks after that incident. He knew he had to stay away from her and took to his training with a new fervor. Between swimming, cross training and his internship he was pretty busy, and he made sure to make plans with his friends every weekend so he wouldn't be stuck hanging around the house with her. Still, every time he saw her he got an uncomfortable feeling, like he was a pervert or something.

He couldn't help but look at her differently, when he saw her walking down the hallway wrapped in a towel after a shower, he didn't see Emma, he saw the way the water beaded on her skin around her hair line, how the towel tucked down in between the top of her breasts, he saw her unbelievably long legs disappear up into the towel and was acutely aware of the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear. When he saw her stretching on the front porch after a run he didn't see Emma, he saw just the tiniest glimpse of her firm round butt cheek under her shorts, how her sweat made her skin glisten and accentuated the curve of her neck in the sun.

It was just a physical attraction. It was to be expected, he told himself, he was 19 years old and living with a gorgeous woman who he wasn't actually related to. Of course he would feel attracted to her. It just strengthened his resolve to get himself a girlfriend, clearly he needed to channel some of this sexual energy into a more appropriate person.

He saw Kirra a few more times that summer, she was a nice girl and she was pretty in a made-up kind of way but she didn't seem to be able to hold a conversation about anything of any importance. They had done some pretty heavy kissing and he had gotten to play with her boobs, which weren't so fabulous up close, he actually didn't know what most guys found so attractive about big boobs. Although Kirra had been more than willing to try and get into his pants, he decided it wasn't a good idea. His dad had given him 'the talk' a long time ago, but it still rang true in his head, you shouldn't sleep with a girl unless you love her, and he didn't love Kirra.