Oldest Pt 2

Oldest -2

Continuation of part 1, detailing the lives of the interviewers. Everyone engaged in sex is over the age of 18.

I should explain my background. Perhaps that in addition to my having been a marine there was another reason why Greg Coleman gave me an interview. Although he didn't have a lot of formal education, he was smart and careful beyond all those years. I'm pretty sure that he knew that Maryann and I were siblings before we told him. I suspect that he saw something in my background that resonated with him.

So, for the record, at the time of the interview, I was 31 years old. Maryanne was my little sister, at 30. We were the only siblings. Our parents, Phil and Karen West, died while on vacation in Thailand when a ferry overturned and hundreds were lost. Alas, their bodies were recovered days after the accident and we were forced to have them cremated in order to get them home. We were 14 and 13 at the time, staying with an uncle. We weren't especially close to our Uncle George and Aunt Grace, so we became confirmed to each other. We were well beyond brother and sister, although not in a sexual way. We understood how twins could be so close, as we were like that.

Our Uncle and Aunt provided us a place to live. They were there for us. They adopted Maryanne and would have adopted me but, at 14, I felt too close to our parents to allow that. Our world was each other. They felt this was unhealthy and tried to put some distance between us. It didn't work. If they sent one of us to summer camp (single gender), the other went AWOL and we still got together. They thought that when I started high school while Maryann was still in junior high that we would drift apart due to social pressure. Again, it didn't work. The schools were only a couple of blocks apart and I would walk over to meet her for lunch and to walk home.

They gave up when I turned 17 and got a driver's license. We both had worked part-time jobs since we had come to live with then, so had sufficient money to buy a car. This gave us a lot of mobility and we got ever closer.

This caused them to almost panic. They knew we were going to sin against nature, as they put it. In reality, we never progressed beyond kissing. Not saying we didn't want to, only that we felt that we needed to wait till we were ready to be on our own. They had been good to us after our parents disappeared and we felt we shouldn't pay them back by sneaking around behind their backs. Once we were on our own we'd do what we wanted, regardless. I'm pretty sure they understood that our conduction of our relationship was only a nod to their moral standard.

When we went out together we didn't call that dating. Just called that hanging out with each other. Not that that deceived us or our guardians. Especially since we were exclusive. I never dated any other girl and she never dated another guy. We were each other's dates for the proms.

After I graduated at almost 20, she was in her senior year (our birthdates made us start late) and rapidly approaching the age of 19. I started at the local community college, majoring in journalism. We had long since decided we would move out when she graduated.

We had some difficult decisions to make. I was middling in my college work. She was smart as a whip and graduated number one and valedictorian. She had full-ride scholarship offers from at least a half dozen major universities that I had no hope of getting into. Clearly, our community college wasn't for her.

In the spring of her last year, we couldn't put off a decision about our future any longer. This became our major source of conflict. I wanted what was best for her and she wanted what was best for me. Alas, she knew that what was best for me was her.

I should back up here. She turned 18 in August, before the start of her senior year. What made that a magical age wasn't that sex became legal, as neither of us gave a shit about the legal aspect, but that she was an adult and our guardians no longer could dictate her actions. Yeah, they could throw us out but that wasn't much of a threat. Will have to admit that her being at the age of consent wasn't as attractive as you might think. Since we were siblings, no state or country on Earth would allow us to get married and have children. So, if we were busted, it would only mean one less felony on me.

Our lives changed again on Valentine's Day. I took her out for dinner. We knew it was going to be more than dinner, so told Uncle and Aunt we would be very late and not wait up for us. Pretty sure they knew what we had planned. We were both very inexperienced but not uneducated in human sexuality. We thought we understood the mechanics and we had the love part down pat. There was a surprise awaiting us.

Maryanne was dressed in a tight dress and I wore a suit. She was beautiful and when I saw her, my heart almost stopped. Her light brown hair was flowing from her head, curled up at her shoulders. Her 5'9" frame was encased in light blue, pulled tight at her hips and breast. It was obvious that she had on neither a bra nor panties as no lines were visible (thong?). Her C-cup tits strained the fabric. Thought the dress might not last the night and her tits would spill out into her dinner. To be honest, she didn't have very big hips. Not hour-glass but still called attention to her lower region. Her ass was taking up the slack: firm and symmetric. The dress stopped just above her knees, exposing a lot of her long, long legs.

Her smile was almost bursting her face when she saw my jaw drop. She had minimal makeup on. Just a little blue eyeliner to accent her blue-green eyes. She had a small nose. She thought it too tiny so that it made her look like a pixie. The eyeliner seemed to give her nose more depth, more to her liking. I, being male, thought it was simply gilding the lily. Her face was perfection. Of course, when I look closely at her face, I zero in on her lips. As I said, we'd been kissing for years, so her lips were my focus.

I was obviously staring at her. She told me "Step back. Let me get a look at you."

I complied, knowing that I wasn't anything other than ordinary. She looked me over, starting from the top of my neatly combed hair. In rejection of most of the contemporary style, my brown hair was short and combed. She said I looked like I was out of the 50s. She liked it, though, so I wore it that way.

Her eyes were blue-green, with the color being closer to blue than green. Mine were also blue-green but closer to green than blue. My face was similar enough that you would see a familial resemblance that wasn't enough to say brother-sister. Cousins, maybe?

I was about 6' and a healthy 185 pounds. Both of us had worked from young ages. I tended to more manual labor and had been working for a trucking firm, loading and unloading freight. Maryanne worked in the office for a while, then got a job tutoring. Both of us kept fit by running and sports. I wasn't fast enough for track but did well in cross country. Maryanne played volleyball and swam.

Maryanne inspected me, having me turn around a couple of times. She fixed my tie, straightening out my collar at the same time. "You'll do. Got a change of clothes?"

"In the car...Are you as nervous as I am?"

"Probably more than you but I'm not sure I brought enough panties."

Holy shit! Not sure we were going to make it out the door.

When I helped her into the car I got a brief view of the pale blue thong that had an obvious dark spot over her slit. Holt shit! Holy shit! My hands shook. We had planned this for months but the reality of us becoming one was...distracting? Fuck, too mild a description.

We went to dinner but I don't remember a fucking thing about it except she kept rubbing her leg on mine and the one time when she dropped her hand onto my hard cock.

After dinner we went to a motel and I checked in. It had an in-suite Jacuzzi and a double bed - everything we needed. I grabbed her as we walked through the door. After a few kisses, she pushed me away.

"I've got something to show you. Feel free to get more comfortable." She said as she took her bag into the bathroom.

I was so hard that I thought the skin would burst on my cock. Understood the "get more comfortable" as meaning to strip. Maybe I should have been uncertain about being naked in the hotel room, as we had never before been fully naked together. I wasn't, though. Knew there wasn't anything we would do that would hurt the other. She expected me naked, so I complied.

When she came out of the bathroom, Salome-like, she was encase in a filmy, light blue vail. It has small circular areas where it was opaque, although it was mostly translucent. It seem like a butterfly fluttering around as she walked in. Patches of brown, corresponding to pubic hair, nipples and areolae, peeped through the film, seemingly to be floating in a blue sea. Not sure I took a breath in the time it took her to walk to me as I was sitting on the bed.

I was afraid to move. My cock was so hard that any motion would cause me to inundate the room in cum. She knew. As soon as she got to me, she dropped to her knees, surged the upper part of her body forward and engulfed my cock in her mouth. She barely got it in before I blasted into her mouth. Don't think I had ever came that hard. It went from the tip of my toes, from the top of my head, converging and concentrating through my cock.

She wasn't ready for the deluge. She tried to swallow as fast as possible but steams of cum slid from the corners of her mouth and dripped off her chin. Neither of us said anything. She, because her mouth was still overflowing, and me because I didn't have any breath. After a few hundred rapid heartbeats, I pulled her into me. She wrapped her arms around me as we fell backwards on the bed. I was still very hard and my dick slid up between her breasts. It was kind of an awkward position as her ass was sticking up in the air. I pulled her to try to kiss her.

She reached over me to take the bedspread to wipe her face, then tucked her face into my neck. She proceeded to kiss me there and lick up to and into my ear. At the same time I could feel moisture on her cheek. She was silently crying. I pulled her face back and had a question on my face.

She simply said "I love you. I'm so happy that we can finally be here like this."

"I love you, too. For as long as I live."

This time we did start kissing. Of course, we had done this many times and it never got old. However, this time was different. There wasn't any holding back and we had never fully realized what our love meant when we expressed it through our kisses. We found the missing ingredient.

I ran my hands up her back, feeling the smooth skin overlying the heat from her body. While her back felt warm, her front felt like it was raising blisters on me. In reality, it just raised my dick. Ran hands south to feel her ass. It was firm from her athletics and squirmed in response to my caresses. Ran my finger into her crack and when I briefly touched her anus, she exhaled sharply into my mouth. I took this as a sign that we'd be doing more with her ass in the future. I further extended my arm and encountered the bottom of her pussy. It was streaming warm, slippery fluid. I could only push in about a half an inch before exhausting the limits of my reach. It was enough. Fluid gushed out and she tried to scream into my mouth as she came. The earthquake stopped, drifting down into a tremble.

It would seem there was a BIG difference between self-inflicted orgasms and ones induced by another. We still had more to learn. In this age of the internet, it was difficult not to have theoretical knowledge of everything related to sex and love. Maryanne and I had been close while our parent were alive, as they were often gone for long periods, leaving us with Uncle George and Aunt Grace - and with each other. I think we went through the terrors of menarche and puberty as our own confidants. That and the internet. Uncle Google.

What we really didn't understand was the relationship between love and sex. It was patently obvious that one didn't have to be in love to have sex. It was also apparent that if you were in love you wanted to have the intimacy of sex with your partner. I guess what we didn't understand was the magnitude of the intimacy. There wasn't any way we understood the feelings we went through when we started this evening.

My arms around her: I didn't want to move but the imperative of further sexual contact directed my hands. I used both hands to lift her higher so that her tits were in my face. The film was like a poncho, so I used one hand to pull it up over my head and the other hand to pull her into more contact. I first landed with my nose between her tits. A smell of powder and female flesh. Her breasts pressed into the side of my face. She brought her shoulders forward so that the tit-contact increased. I started kissing her left breast from the valley between. Well, kissing combined with licking. By the time I got to her areola, it was crinkled into little hills and gullies - the whole almost as firm as the nipple. She had a very long nipple. Firm and light pink, it towered over the surrounding areola. I licked all around the nipple before taking it into my lips. She was looking down at my face and as soon as my lips made contact with the nipple, she moaned - the only sound in the room. I sucked and gently bit, elongating further the nipple. Moved to the other one to give it a similar treatment.

Since I moved the film up, her lower body was now skin-on-skin. I felt her pubic hair rubbing the top of my thighs and shortly the underside of my hard dick, which was positioned between our abdomens, as she moved up slightly. Her wet pussy was sliding up and down by ball-sack, coating it in a slick film of juice. Soon, it had such a heavy coat that the reduced friction allowed her pussy to effortlessly increase its vertical motion.

As much as I was enjoying her breasts, the action in our lower half was overwhelming. I grabbed her under her arms and lifted her on the bed beside me. Her fragrance was filling the room, especially as I exposed her pussy to the light. Nothing in the world could have stopped me from cramming my face into her pussy. I was light-headed from the scent and from our situation. Her vulva was an innie. Her slit was a little larger at the top than at the bottom. It was beautiful. My tongue reached out to her labia. The texture was new and I wanted more, so I pushed deeper. Her flavor was like nothing I had ever experienced. All the porn I'd read claimed it was sweet. Sweet wasn't the word I would use, although I couldn't give it a name. Heroin, perhaps? It was just as addictive. Nothing before or since was like it. Slightly salty. Doubt any two people would agree on the flavor. Kind of like asking some people to describe tasting a mango.

These thoughts occupied only an instant of time. I knew I had to get more, so started licking. My face was at the bottom of her pussy, so, naturally, I went up. Her moans also went up. When I touched the bump at the top, she came again and I got surge of her juice. So much so, that I couldn't catch it all and it ran down my chin. What I did get wasn't enough. It could never be enough. I tried mightily - licking and sucking. When I sucked her clit into my mouth, I had found the handle to the spigot. Juice just flowed from her and her hands press my head into her. She was making some kind of sound: high-frequency and rising in pitch, not unlike a kettle beginning to boil. Her hands, in addition to pushing me into greater contact, were gently caressing my ears with her little fingers.

My nose was buried in her hair. Too close to focus on her, my eyes were closed. Her hair was rubbing my forehead with its silkiness. She spread her legs more, so that I could go lower. Went down to the bottom of her pussy on the next gyre. Kept going across her taint to the little roughness that was her star. It was awash in her fluid, so I hadn't any hesitancy in licking it. It only tasted of pussy till I pushed my tongue in deeper. Then there really wasn't much of a change, certainly nothing to discourage further exploration. It had a different texture and kept opening and closing around my tongue.

As much as I want to keep exploring her ass, her pussy had more attraction. There were still a lot left to taste. She didn't have much hair on her labia and little in the crease of the groin, so the texture was unimpeded by it. I licked all around the external labia before diving into the inside. By this time she had recovered from her climax, so when I did go inside to the maximum depth of my tongue, she came once again.

While she once again recovered, I slid two fingers into her vagina. I didn't get very far as I felt her hymen. It covered about a third of the passage, mainly around the edges. One finger could easily enter, but not two. She reacted by jerking against my hand.

"I need you in me before I'm too exhausted to continue." She had her hands gripping my shoulders, trying, not too hard, to pull me up. I knew she still loved my tongue in her.

We both knew she had been on the pill since her birthday, so I didn't get any condoms.

I acceded to her wishes, and my own, by gliding up her sweat-slicked body till my cock was aligned with her pussy. She reached down and took me in her hand. She rubbed the glans up and down her labia, never going deeper than the inner lips. My cock was quickly covered in her. The feeling was beyond sane. It took a lot of concentration to not climax before entering her. She stopped waving me around and placed the head at her entrance. She didn't say anything, just looked at me.

I tightened by butt muscles and pushed gently forward less than an inch before making contact with her hymen. We both knew it would hurt when I broke through, so no further words were needed. I took a firm hold of her upper arms while she grabbed my forearms. Before I could push, she lurched upwards and drove the glans into her depths. I saw a momentary flash of pain in the blue depths of her eyes and small tears in the corners of her eyes but those passed in a single heartbeat. A smile that lit up the room was the replacement.

"I love you, Jerry. Always and forever."

"I love you, too, Maryanne, till the end of time.

My love for her covered my head and shoulders. I think that's when I knew what love really was. It wasn't the sex that created love, it was the love that created sex.

I inched my way into her depths, slowly, letting her get used to my dick. I concentrated on not cumming. Almost impossible. I was 19. How do you expect control? Just as I hit bottom, I came in a torrent. My hands pulled her ass cheeks up into me. I'm ashamed to admit that I bruised them. She never complained. She didn't cum either but she wouldn't let go of me. She just pulled harder and wrapped her legs to hold me in place. "Don't move."

I stopped moving but she continued to wiggle her bottom. She used her right hand to pull my face into her and started to kiss me aggressively. No objection from me. I didn't get much softer and her tongue thrusting into my mouth was reincarnating my erection.

Started slowly moving in her. She moaned into my mouth but kept up the kissing. Now, I could start feeling her insides. When I first entered, my concentration was all on not cumming immediately. I now started savoring her pussy. Flooded with both our juices, she was a soup. That did nothing to distract from how tight she clenched my cock. I pulled back against her strong reaction till only a couple of inches remained in her. Pushing in again was like the first entry but much more enjoyable as it was only the texture and the heat that I was feeling. Now it was my turn to moan into her mouth. I didn't know exactly how she was feeling but my dick seemed to push ripples from her pussy all the way to her tongue. As I pushed in, her tongue pushed into my mouth, in synchronization with my cock. As I started going faster, she had to open her mouth to catch her breath. Every time I hit bottom, she exhaled sharply.