Stepsister Helps With Sports Injury

Man, being a college freshman and trying out for the football team is awesome, but I took a bad hit and messed up my leg. Stepsis Dakota, always the helpful type, steps in with a massage to loosen me up. She's got these soft hands working my thigh, but damn, it's surface stuff—no deep tissue relief in sight. Suddenly, my dick perks up like it heard a starting whistle, throbbing against my shorts. She notices, eyes wide, and goes, 'What's going on down there?' Heart pounding, I think, hell yeah, should I let her peek? It's my stepsis, but the tension's electric—why not let her see the full picture? Next day, she's back at it, rubbing out the knots while rocking this tiny mini skirt that rides up just enough to drive a guy insane. Her fingers dig in, and I can't fight it—I'm rock hard again, pulse racing from her touch and that teasing hemline. Dakota smirks, reminding me of her promise: make the team, and there's a prize waiting. Things have been straight-up wild between us these past few days, stolen glances and all that heat. So yeah, it screams one thing—do I finally get to unwrap the whole package, see every inch of her? She's playing it coy, but only she holds the key to that naughty reward.