If you haven't, please read part one.
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As I drove to the arena at 5:00am on a cold Minnesota Sunday morning, I still couldn't believe I had actually had sex with my little sister just three days ago. It had consumed my every thought since and I found myself wondering constantly if it would happen again.
After we had finished Thursday night, we both composed ourselves and I finished my last few tasks of the evening. When I returned to the office so we could leave, it was like our act of incest hadn't even happen. On the drive home Emily spoke of so and so's Facebook post and how well the new girl had done during that evening's game.
We went home and went our separate ways like we routinely did. Everything appeared to be normal. I must admit that I was following her lead. I wasn't really sure how I should act. But she showed me the way. The interactions following our first sexual encounter weren't the slightest bit awkward and I didn't detect even a little regret or a feeling discomfort between us.
Sunday Mornings at the arena were typically pretty low key. There were a few private rentals throughout the day. Normally, I wouldn't even have to be there before 8:00am, but I agreed to perform some tests on the refrigeration system that required a few hours of uninterrupted attention.
It was about 9:00am in the morning and I was painting some railings in the bleachers. A group of college aged girls had the ice for two hours for a pickup hockey game. I was lost in thought regarding my sister and my wonderful experience of having my way with her, when out of the corner of my eye a figure appeared. I turned and looked only to see Emily.
"Hey, dude. I brought you some breakfast. Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, actually. I was gonna run to McDonalds once this group had left."
"Beat ya to it" she responded with a smile while holding a McDonalds bag.
We made our way to a picnic table in the upper lobby overlooking the ice rink. She had forgotten to buy beverages so I grabbed two orange juices out of the concession stand. As we enjoyed our breakfast of McGriddles and hash browns, the topic of conversation was our upcoming family Christmas party and her plans for Christmas break.
After we were done, Emily gathered our trash and threw it all away. When she returned, she stepped onto the bench I was sitting on and sat on the table top. With her feet next to me and her bottom now just inches from where I had just enjoyed breakfast, she looked at me and said "How are you feeling about what we did the other night?"
I thought about it for a minute and a dozen different responses before simply saying "I don't know. I don't regret it. It was fun. What do you think?"
With a shrug of her shoulders, she responded "I feel the same way. It was fucking amazing. I had never orgasmed before. I mean I had, but they were nothing like that." I smiled a big shit grin at the thought of getting my sister off. She continued "Who would of thought my brother would be responsible for making me cum six times?"
That confused me. I thought about it before I said anything. And then, "Em, I thought you only came twice."
She was blushing and began to explain. "But I came once thinking about it when we got home that night and twice yesterday and once this morning." My dick jumped at the thought of my sister pleasuring herself repetitively to the memory of us making love.
"Ever had a dick as big as mine?" Still wearing that smirk I had donned thirty seconds early.
"No. I've only fucked one guy and that was Pete." Pete was some idiot nerd kid she had dated for like six months last summer. He cheated on my sister and to this day, I swear I'll knock his teeth out if I ever see him. "And Pete was barely six inches long."
