A Second Chance

"God, yes! Yes, Chance!"

He leaned up and kissed her cheek, giving her what she needed, the tips of all three fingers tapping against her fleshy walls as his palm wetly slipped against her sensitive clit, driving her all the more wild with desire for her brother.

"Yes, fuck me," she begged, halfway off of the counter to an effort to get closer, "faster, fuck my pussy faster!"

"I am going to blow your mind when I do fuck you with my cock," he growled, giving her what she demanded, "if you think three fingers feel this good, imagine what it's going to be like when something much bigger slams inside your tight pussy."

Evelyn tensed at his words, believing him, and like she was suddenly experiencing a rebirth into the light, she tossed her head back and wailed as her vagina began to contract in pulsing waves as she began squirting. Her panties were effectively ruined and useless as the gush soaked her brother's knuckles in seconds and ran down the insides of her thighs to splat noisily against the kitchen floor. Chance's mouth was back on her throat, his tongue tracing along the delicate bones there as he continued thrusting his hand inside her until she eventually stopped twitching and sluggishly tried getting away from the discomfort of her now super sensitive clit. He stopped at her whimper and leaned back to look her over. She stared at him, chest heaving and pleasantly sedated.

Chance smiled, his cheeks dimpling up against the bottom of his eyes as he seemed satisfied by what he saw in her. "There... now you look even more radiant."

She shakily smiled back and couldn't help but blush. "Th-thanks... I guess."

"Anytime." He began removing his now stationary hand from her underwear and held it up to the light, showing off how pruney his fingers had become and how drenched with her spent they were. She blushed harder at the sight, halfway in disbelief that they'd just done that. As she watched, Chance brought his fingers to his mouth and slipped his forefinger between his lips, stunning her further, especially when he shivered with pleasure and pulled it out long enough to murmur "delicious" before sucking on another. His other hand squeezed her ass once before removing itself and returning to his side, where he then grabbed the band of his briefs and pulled them down.

Evelyn immediately lowered her eyes to watch as his massive cock sprang free, the cut head painted white with cum while his shaft was an angry red, his smooth skin marred with thick pulsing veins and sporadic wiry black hairs. By her best guess he was at least eight inches long, though it was hard to tell thanks to the pubic hair covering a good portion of the base, his girth so much bigger than all the other guys she'd ever been with. Beneath it his balls were drawn up tight and reminded her of the large chicken eggs she'd seen shown off at farmer's markets by proud local farmers. Overall, the entire package was like a dream come true.

"Evie?" he asked carefully, his voice a drone in the stillness of the kitchen, "I don't want to presume or anything but, do you want to help me?"

She dragged her eyes up to meet his, hearing the real meaning behind his simple question. He wasn't just asking her to give him a handy. No, he was asking her if she would take care of him the way he had promised to take care of her.

And she found that she would love that very much.

Without answering, she reached out and experimentally drew her fingers over the slick head. He sucked in a gasp and lowered his eyes to watch. She toyed with it for a few moments, her fingers pinching and rubbing at the spongy mass before lifting her hand and like her brother had done, tasted his cum. Except she opened her mouth so that he could watch her tongue curl around and lap it up. His lips pinched together as she let out a soft moan at his salty taste, and he watched eagerly as she closed her lips around it and gave a little suck that drew in her cheeks.

"Naughty," he chuckled, his voice straining a little.

She smiled up at him and winked. "I've barely touched the surface." With that she slid off the kitchen island, her landing stabilized by Chance's strong hands, and sunk down onto her knees to kneel in her own mess.

His hands immediately went to her shoulders, and for a split moment, she thought he was about to shove her away on the pretense that it was too fast. But he merely held her steady and waited, his gaze eagerly fixed upon her mouth. She lowered her eyes from his face and focused on his cock mere inches from knocking against her nose. This close up, it looked doubly huge, and she couldn't help but be discouraged that maybe it was a little too big for her to get her lips around. But Chance had told her earlier that she wasn't a quitter, and so she reached up and wrapped one hand three quarters of the way around his girth and used her other to cradle his balls in her palm. They sat heavy and hot, a testament to how horny she had made him, and with returning confidence, she leaned forward and parted her lips to draw her tongue carefully over the blunt cap of the head.

"Evie," he whispered as she swirled her tongue around the tip to clean it of his precum, swallowed it down then dove in for more until her tongue was touching nothing but skin. When the hole in the tip dribbled out more, she was quick to change course and lick it away, the freshness of it making her eyes narrow with how much tastier he was than her ex-husband.

Placing a kiss against the bundle of nerves situated underneath the cockhead, Evelyn tilted her head and stuck her tongue out as she moved down his length, licking and tasting his sweat and manly arousal. When she reached the full thickness of his pubic hair, she reversed course and used her lips that time to mouth and suck at little random patches, the juxtaposition of his silky soft skin to the hardness just beneath the surface thrilling to her. Above her, Chance began to massage her shoulders, and when she reached the tip, he buried one hand in her hair and pushed his hips forward, nudging the head against her mouth.

She ignored his quiet ask and licked a long stripe down then up the underside of his shaft, her head tilting one way then the other as she repeated the action, taking things slow. She went all around his cock that way, her ears burning with his flustered panting before giving him some relief by sucking the head between her lips. She hummed as cum seeped into the pit of her mouth, intoxicating and gooey, and while sucking on it with deep draws of her cheeks and licking the circumference in a fluttering motion, she began stroking the rest of him with both her hands, the saliva she left behind making it easy and smooth until she was going fast enough that she practically punched her pursed lips at least four times in a row.

She could tell by the slight trembling in his muscular thighs that he wanted to shovel it all inside her petite mouth, but he held back with gentlemanly restraint, impressing her and making her excited to feel him throb against her tongue and dip down the back of her throat, choking her until he unloaded and moaned her name. Spurned by the thought, Evelyn pulled off of him with a slurp, her eyes coquettish as cum hurriedly dribbled free from the meatus. She licked it up with the blunt of her tongue while catching her brother's hawklike stare, then moistening the outside of her lips with a sensual swipe of her tongue, opened wide and started sinking her mouth onto his penis in earnest.

He held his breath as she did so, outright looking stunned as his sister's lips had to stretch even wider to accommodate his girth. Evelyn felt her eyes watering as the shaft slid firmly against her tongue and the roof of her mouth with barely any room to move, and though she had already had an orgasm, she could feel fresh hot moisture trickle out of her cunt.

"That's it," he muttered as his tip neared the back of her throat. The hand he had in her hair became a fist, mussing up her hair and pulling slightly at her scalp, his other hand resting firmly on her shoulder, "there's a good girl."

She gave a stifled moan at that and felt herself go pliant at his encouragement, her eyes closing as saliva built up in her mouth due to her refraining from swallowing as centimeter by centimeter her brother's fat cock probed the tightness of her throat, her gag reflexes thankfully not being a nuisance. Then, with one final push, her nose was pressed firmly against his pelvis, both siblings moaning, one at filling a warm, wet hole while the other at being filled with a throbbing, hard cock.

Chance chuckled even as his hips began to tremble. "Congrats," he said, voice strained, "you managed over eight inches of cock without puking all over me."

If Evelyn were in a joking mood, she would have rolled her eyes, but now that she had passed that first hurdle, all she wanted was for him to fuck her face. She began pulling back, her small hands now braced around his stout hips for leverage. He wiped the smile off his face as she kept going, freeing at least half of it from her throat before nodding her head back forward, swallowing him whole once more. His own mouth went slack as she repeated, her eyes fixed on his, and on the third time, he closed his eyes and started rearing back before she could. He corrected his mistake on the next pass, and for the next few minutes they worked in tandem, the only sounds their heavy breathing and the slick pass of Evelyn's wet mouth sliding back and forth on Chance's hard cock.

Before long they began to pick up speed as one until instead of a careful sawing motion Chance was thrusting against her face while Evelyn nodded in earnest, the constant thudding of his ballsack against the bottom of her chin creating sharp patting noises. She moaned freely as he went easily down her throat, the fast pace making her choke a little but nothing she couldn't handle with practice. He had both hands in her hair now, not to control her but rather to stimulate her desire for him, which hadn't waned a single inch if the reflooding of her panties was any indication. If anything, she couldn't wait until he made due of his promise and fuck her pussy.

"I could do this all night," Chance muttered, staring directly into her round eyes, "in fact, I might do just that."

Evelyn's aching jaw didn't quite agree with his statement, and to let him know without stopping, she pinched his asscheek and glared.

He couldn't help but laugh, his pace not suffering. "Ugh, fine... hold on," he said cryptically, and before she could decide whether it was a joke or not, he widened the spread of his fingers on her head, and with a sudden inhale of air that he held in, went for it.

"Gluk, gluk, guk, guk, guk, gluk-!"

"Oh, ah, ah, Evie!" Chance moaned as he fucked his sister's throat with a speed that took her totally by surprise. All she could do was stare up at him, drool seeping from her bottom lip as her brother lay into her like a madman, his powerful body and the fruits of his many years of labor in stark display in the middle of the kitchen. "Ahh, ahh! Evelynnn!"

She whimpered at his break in composure, the momentum causing her sore knees to slip on the kitchen tile. She could feel streams of precum trickling down her throat though she couldn't taste any of it, and much to her surprise, she felt her pussy begin to contract with another orgasm, prompting her to give off a muffled scream that was broken up into stilted syllables thanks to her brother rapidly blocking and unblocking her throat. Her eyes rolled up behind her eyelids, and seemingly understanding what just happened to her, Chance cussed, slammed down her loose throat one last time and finally fed her a treat to quiet her hungry stomach.

He called her name, sounding absolutely wretched and not at all like the calm and aloof person she had known her entire life. She moaned weakly back at him in a wet gurgle as his cock pumped rope after rope of sperm inside of her, his hips gyrating and twitching against her nose, and when she shakily reached up to massage his ballsack, found them looser and not as hard up.

What felt like several minutes later, Chance loosened his grip on her head and began pulling out. Evelyn kept her lips tight until he was clear, and after taking a moment to catch her breath, grabbed his root and leaned in to clean him of her saliva and any spent cum. He let her, breathing heavily through his nose the whole time, until he had to turn away, shaking at the sensitivity after a good workout.

Evelyn watched him, her eyes tracing tenderly over the perfect lines of his body and how flawless he looked flushed and sweating, his dark hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks. She tried standing up on her shaky legs like a newborn deer, and like a flash of lightening Chance had turned to her and fit his hands under her arms to help her.

"You good?" he asked as he checked her over with laser focus.

"I'm good."

He reached for her face as if not believing her, but at the smile she made, his shoulders relaxed and he swiped a thumb against the corner of her swollen lips. "I just wanted to make sure." He paused, then as if addressing a fear he had on his mind, said, "I don't regret what we just did."

She touched his forearm and lay her other hand along his waist, then after taking a breath, she rested the side of her face against his chest, where inside she could hear the rhythmic thud of his heartbeat. "I don't, either."

He kissed the crown of her head as he hugged her back, and simply murmured, "Good."