9 comments/ 26335 views/ 31 favorites 1. Racing From Love Ch. 04-06 By: inspirixis1 CHAPTER FOUR FALL SOPHMORE YEAR Once he was back at USC Sam continued the search for female companionship. He knew he could have pretty much any of the girls on the women's swim team just due to the fact that he was one of the fastest guys in the country, but he wanted someone who he could talk to about more important things than swimming, like science and politics. Sam was a really intelligent guy, the sort that could get straight A's doing the bare minimum of work. He guessed it was genetic, his dad was an astrophysics professor and his mom was nuclear chemist, with that combination of genes you had a pretty good head start. He'd always felt bad for Emma who had to work really hard to get good grades. He admired her for all of the effort she put in and tried to help her as much as he could, but sometimes that just seemed to annoy her. He wondered how her semester was going, he wanted to call her and ask. That's not the only thing that he wanted to talk to her about, he had to declare a major and he was totally trapped in indecision. He knew it would be a science, it had to be a science, the problem was that everything was equally interesting to him. God he wanted to hear her voice, but he knew that was a bad idea, he was trying to forget about her not obsess over her. He decided to talk to his dad about it instead. Finally after days of going back and forth again and again Sam had decided on a chemistry major and he was sprinting up the stairs to the registrars office with his paperwork in hand. It was almost lunchtime and he was starving, he'd had a really hard workout that morning and all he'd eaten since was a bagel with cream cheese because he had back to back classes on Monday mornings. One puny little bagel with cream cheese was definitely not enough food for a 6'6" athlete, but he needed to get this paperwork in by the end of the day and he had a pretty busy afternoon lined up. He turned the corner to the office and saw a woman locking the door. Shit. 'Is the registrar closed?' he panted. She turned to him, 'Yeah, we're closed from 12 to 1 for lunch.' She was average height with shoulder length straight black hair, deep olive skin and brown eyes. She was wearing a fitted button down shirt that gave her an air of seniority but judging from the text book and note pad she held in her arms she was a student. 'Shit, I really need to get this in.' She glanced at the papers in his hand, 'Declaring a major? We're accepting those forms until the end of the day.' 'Yeah, but I have a lab from 1-3 and then I'm supposed to be at the gym for the rest of the afternoon after that.' She hesitated for a second, 'Well, I guess I can turn it in for you if you like.' 'Really? You'd do that for a stranger?' He smiled broadly at her. She grabbed the papers from him and scanned over them, 'Well, Sam Watson, you're not a stranger any more.' She continued reading over the forms, 'You forgot to sign, here on the third page.' She pulled a pen out of the back pocket of her jeans and laid the page out on the textbook she was carrying for Sam to sign it. He stepped closer to her and signed. She smelled good, like vanilla and sugar. 'Hey thanks, I really appreciate it.' 'Oh, it's no problem,' she said and tucked the papers into her notebook. 'Have a good afternoon,' she was already walking away. She was attractive, and he liked that she wasn't shy. 'Hey wait, can I buy you lunch to say thank you?' She turned, smiling at him, 'Sure, that'd be nice. I'm Hortencia by the way.' She had a pretty smile, 'So, chemistry huh?' It turned out that Hortencia wasn't just pretty, but she was smart and witty and confident. She was an economics major, she read the newspaper, she had opinions on politics, she was just the sort of person Sam wanted to be in a relationship with. They had been dating for 6 weeks when he'd finally taken her to bed, and another 2 weeks before he'd decided to have sex with her. He didn't know if he loved her, she was attractive and he really liked spending time with her and that was going to have to be good enough for now. She'd made it pretty clear that she wanted to start having sex with him. Although she was only a year older than Sam she was much more experienced. It wasn't that she was a slut or anything, she'd just been in relationships before. The night that Sam lost his virginity was a disappointing one. It was a Saturday and he'd spent the whole day at a swim meet. He hadn't swum very well, lately he'd been feeling like he'd really plateaued. He needed to change something, maybe when he went home for thanksgiving he'd get Emma to run stadiums with him, build up the fast twitch muscles in his legs. Now that he had Hortencia he was pretty sure he could keep his desires for Emma under control. That's what he'd been calling them, desires, they weren't feelings, just physical desires. He'd taken Hortencia out for dinner and they went back to her apartment afterwards. Everything was going fine and she seemed relieved when he asked if she had any condoms, as if waiting for him to fuck her had been a real drag. That pissed him off, but he put it out of his head. Being inside her was anti-climatic, it felt good, but it wasn't as earth-moving as he had hoped. He had viewed her bossiness as a good thing in learning how to be a good lover, but her directions were actually a bit annoying. She had him on his knees holding her legs apart while she was busy getting herself off rubbing her clit. She didn't seem that interested in him so long as he didn't stop pounding her pussy. He knew he was supposed to wait for her to come before letting himself go, and he had been worried that he wouldn't be able to last but he realized that wasn't going to be a problem. Hortencia was getting close, he could tell by the pace she was rubbing herself at and her moaning. She was really beautiful, his brain knew that but he couldn't get his heart to attach itself to her. Finally she let out a cry and her back arched and Sam felt the muscles in her pussy contract around him. He gave her a minute to recover before resuming his pumping, he closed his eyes and let his hips find a rhythm. He had let her legs fall to the bed. He opened his eyes and observed how her tits jiggled each time his cock slammed into the end of her pussy. She had big tits that parted to the sides when she lay on her back like this. He closed his eyes again and let his brain go blank, concentrating on the feeling of pushing his cock in and out of her pussy, and then out of nowhere he could see Emma's face, smiling at him. It was a memory of the summer after high school when they'd gone backpacking in the Sierras, it had been hot and they'd ditched their original plan and gone off trail to a little lake that they'd found on the map. They'd dumped their packs and stripped down to their underwear to swim in it. There was an awesome little cave carved into the granite with a little waterfall close by and they'd decided to sleep in it rather than setting up the tent. She'd been complaining about having to lug the tent all the way up there and not getting any use out of it, she was smiling and laughing about it. Her curly hair was pulled back in a thick braid that reached down between her shoulder blades. It wasn't a sexual memory, just a happy one. God he felt like his chest was about to explode, it was so painful. He slammed into Hortenica's pussy a few more times and with the image of Emma in his head came into the condom. They say that men are supposed to fall straight asleep after sex, but Sam couldn't stop his brain thinking for long enough to get to sleep. Hortencia was snoring lightly beside him, but he couldn't stop thinking about Emma. He wondered if she had a boyfriend, or if she had lost her virginity yet, if the track team at Cal was anything like the one at USC she would have had plenty of opportunities. He really hoped that she hadn't. He knew that it was totally unreasonable of him but he really hoped she wasn't sleeping with anyone. The thought of her in bed with anyone, letting them do the things he'd just done to Hortencia to her, made his stomach turn. He thought about calling her and telling her to stay away from guys, but he realized that would sound totally crazy. What was wrong with him? It wasn't natural to obsess over your sibling like this. Sam worried that he was a pervert and it made him feel dirty. When he thought about Emma he felt like one of those sleazy old guys that preyed on under aged girls. He tried to concentrate on Hortencia. She was beautiful and smart and sexy, he just needed to get to know her a bit better and he felt confident that he could learn to love her. He made a pact with himself, he would give his relationship with Hortencia until the end of the school year, surely he would be in love with her by then. He would cut off all communication with Emma. He'd stop calling her completely, and brush off her calls to him, and stop emailing her too. And he would try really hard not to think about her during sex. CHAPTER FIVE SPRING SOPHMORE YEAR Sam needn't have worried about Emma having sex, she was way too busy to get into a relationship. Unlike Sam she actually had to study in order to maintain a good GPA, she was a regular at the library, sometimes staying so late that she had to call a campus cop to walk her home. Between running and gym work, going to classes and studying there was no way she had time for a guy, not that she didn't think about it. She'd gotten plenty of offers and every now and then she'd go out on a date, the problem was that she was using Sam as a yardstick to measure every potential suitor by, and none of them came even close. She really needed to get over him, he'd made it pretty clear that he didn't want anything to do with her anymore. He hadn't even sent her a present for her birthday this year, just a card that said 'Dear Emma, Happy Birthday, from Sam,' she had been totally crushed when she'd gotten it. She'd sent spent hours looking for a present for him and had finally settled on a book of microphotographs and other high resolution images of different types of cells and organisms. The pictures were beautiful and when she bought it she thought that maybe one day he would explain to her what they all were. She'd lost hope of that now. At Thanksgiving and Christmas he'd hardly made eye contact with her and spent the vast majority of the time avoiding her. He'd asked her and their parents not to come to watch him swim at his national titles, and now their mom had just told her that he wasn't coming to watch her run at nationals. As if that wasn't bad enough she'd also told her that he had a girlfriend. That was the last nail in the coffin. Emma was so depressed. Finals were next week and then nationals out in Tennessee the week after. Sam wasn't coming home that summer. She'd had a really shitty running season so far, girls that couldn't touch her last year were beating her. Her dad told her it must be the sophomore slump, Sam had a terrible year too, he didn't even make any finals at nationals and didn't come close to any of his personal best times the whole season. She had called him to talk about it but he sounded annoyed and was obviously trying to end the conversation. She packed up her books and called a campus cop from the library phone, it was past midnight and there was no point taking a chance when you could get a cop to walk you home for free. 'Studying for finals?' it was Brian. She was glad, he was the nicest of the campus cops that she was coming to know pretty well from all of these late nights at the library. 'Yeah, I'm exhausted.' 'Well let's get you home then,' he said as he took her book bag from her. Brain was a tall dark black guy, he'd played basketball in college and kept fit after he graduated. He kept his hair short and he was clean cut and articulate. He was talkative which she liked, it took her mind off her own depression to listen to Brian crap on about the latest screen play he was writing. He'd never got any bites on anything he'd written but that didn't stop him from trying. Right now he was telling her about a car chase scene in an action movie, he was really animated, like a little kid. She really liked Brian, but she wasn't doing a very good job of keeping up with the conversation. 'Hey, what's up with you Emma? Nationals must be just around the corner, huh?' 'Yeah, I'm not really looking forward to it,' she said flatly. 'Why not?' 'Urgh, I barely managed to qualify this year, I'm going to get my ass kicked.' 'That sound like a self fulfilling prophecy, you know you've got to think positive, girl. You're going to win!' Emma started crying. It was so stupid of her but she couldn't help it, everything was going to shit. She was so stressed out and depressed. She wanted to talk to Sam. She wanted him to tell her that everything was going to be okay, but she knew he didn't want to talk to her. Brian stopped, 'Hey girl, what's the matter?' Emma couldn't respond, she just stood there crying and looking at the pavement. 'Come here,' Brian pulled her into a tentative hug and pat her on the back. 'You know everything's going to be all right, you're a smart girl, you'll pass all of your classes and then kick some ass on the track and then it will be the summer, and everyone knows the summer is the best time of year.' Emma still didn't respond. Brian stepped back and held her at arms length, 'Emma, look at me.' She looked up into his kind eyes, 'You know this whole college sports thing doesn't really matter, don't you? In another couple of years you will be out on your own in a high flying career and you're going to realize that there is more to life than winning running races.' Emma nodded. Running was only a small part of why she was feeling so shitty, but the idea that things might get better in the future and she'd look back at this as just a phase made her feel a little bit better. Brian continued to talk the rest of the way home, it was soothing, she wasn't listening to his words so much as she was listening to his voice. He had a nice voice, low and smooth. When they got to her apartment door she gave him a hug, he really had made her feel better. 'Thanks Brian.' 'Any time Emma, you keep your chin up. Remember, tomorrow's a new day.' The next morning Emma had found a bunch of flowers at her front door with a note from Brian to call him any time she wanted to talk and his number. It was sweet. Maybe she would call him. The summer was just around the corner and with Sam staying down in LA and no classes to worry about she should have more time to socialize. CHAPTER SIX Sam hung up the phone. His mom had just called to tell him that Emma hadn't made the final in the 800 m, she'd made the 1500 m final but had come in at the back of the field. He should call her, she would be devastated. He knew how it felt. He flipped his phone open and scrolled down to her number. He was paralyzed. He knew he should talk to her, if nothing else it was his responsibility as her brother. He wanted to talk to her but at the same time he didn't. His plan of staying away from her was working... well, kind of. He still wasn't in love with Hortencia but they'd settled into a routine and he had been thinking about Emma less. She was still in his dreams and every now and then she'd pop into his head, especially during sex, but he'd learned to live with that. He was afraid that if he talked to her she would barge back into his every waking, and sleeping, thought. Shit, he couldn't do it. He closed his phone and threw it at his bed. He'd do it tomorrow. The next week was hell, finals week was always tough, but a semester of screwing around had left him with no choice but pull a couple of all nighters cramming. To top it off Hortencia was really pissing him off, she was just so bossy. She seemed to think that he was totally incapable of running his life without her telling him what to do at every crossroad. It was fucking annoying. It was Friday night and all he wanted to do was sleep but she kept on calling him. She wanted to fuck and he really wasn't up for it, he was so tired that he felt sick. She was pulling all sorts of ultimatums and trying every trick in the book to get him to come over. Finally he just turned his phone off. Man she was pissing him off, at that moment Sam couldn't think of one good reason why he was dating her. He didn't trust her, he knew that much. They'd had so many arguments about birth control. She was on the pill and wanted him to stop using condoms, she went so far as to hide them from him. When he couldn't find a condom he wouldn't have sex with her, wouldn't put his cock anywhere near her pussy, it was as simple as that. It seemed to really get under her skin that he could turn down sex with her if there weren't condoms available. He was suspicious of her motives, there was no way he wanted to get her pregnant, but he wasn't so sure she felt the same. He should really break up with her, if he couldn't see a future with her what was the point in sticking around? When he got up late the next day he had two messages from Hortencia, in the first one she threatened to leave him if he didn't get his act together and show that he cared for her. In the second one she told him not to bother calling her this weekend because she was going to San Diego with her friends. Thank god, he thought. He should call Emma, he'd been meaning to do it all week. It was almost noon, if he got in the car now he could make it home by dinnertime. Suddenly the decision was made, he was going to go see her. Maybe he would even tell her how he felt. Once the decision was made it was like a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders. He threw some clothes in his gym bag and jumped in his car, excited to get on the road. During the trip up North he went over possible scenarios in his head. They all ended the same way, with him telling Emma that he loved her and her falling into his arms. He couldn't wait to see her, hopefully his parents wouldn't be around. Finally the house was in view. He knew Emma had moved back in for the summer to save money on rent. Saturday evening and nobody was home, maybe he should have called first. He let himself in the house and looked for something to eat. He was stuffing a peanut butter and banana sandwich in his mouth when he heard someone pull up outside. He went to the window. It wasn't a vehicle he recognized, it was an old Ford Ranger truck. A big black guy got out of the drivers side and walked around to the passenger side as Emma was stepping out. Sam just about choked on his sandwich. They were talking, he was leaning against the truck on one arm, his other hand came up to tuck a braid behind her ear. Sam could feel the anger rising in his chest. Emma laughed and the big guy moved in for a kiss. She tilted her head up to receive it. Sam's blood was boiling, this wasn't part of any of the scenarios he'd played out in his head. He pumped his fists, man he wanted to knock that guy into next week. Emma was walking up the front path while big guy got back in his truck, she turned to wave as he pulled off. Sam leaned against the back of the couch with his arms crossed. Emma opened the front door and threw her purse on the entryway table, she was just a few steps in front of him. 'Who was that?' his voice was so low it was almost a growl. She jumped with fright turning to see who was there, 'Sam! What are you doing here?' Sam was glaring at her, 'Who... was... that?' 'That was my friend Brian.' 'He looked like more than just a friend to me,' he was feeling dangerous. Emma was silent, what was she supposed to say to that? 1. Racing From Love Ch. 04-06 'Are you fucking him?' Stunned, she replied, 'That's none of your business.' Maybe she was right, it was none of his business but Sam had never been so angry in his life, he had no intention of stopping, 'I think it is my business who my sister chooses to whore herself out to.' Emma looked shocked, but it was quickly replaced with anger of her own, her eyes flared in rage. 'How dare you! You ignore me all year and then you appear out of nowhere to call me a whore because I went on a date? I am entitled to date men. You have a girlfriend, or so I hear, why shouldn't I have a boyfriend?' She was right. He knew she was right, but he couldn't stop, he had to know. He walked up to her and grabbed her arm, 'Are... you... fucking him?' This close to her face he could see her nostrils flare slightly, her eyes narrowed and bore holes into him with her anger. Emma yanked her arm away, 'I don't have to put up with this shit.' She grabbed her purse and ran out the front door. Shit. He kicked the door. That hadn't gone well. Sam felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he'd never been angry like this before. He didn't know what he should do. If she wasn't sleeping with him before he was pretty sure he'd just forced her into his arms and likely his bed too. Emma had run a few blocks and then up one of the many secret stair paths that were scattered around the Berkeley hills. She sat down on the stairs and tried to breathe. She was shaking. Once she was able to breathe again she started to cry. What had just happened? Why was Sam so angry at her? She hadn't heard from him in months and then he shows up and abuses her, accuses her of being a whore. She couldn't understand why he hated her so much. She sat there crying for hours. Finally, when she was sure their parents would be home, she walked back to the house. He was gone