Any plans for the day were instantly tossed aside in that moment of mutual discovery. Many treasures needed to be mined and there were many secrets lay within each of the sisters. They spent the next few hours in reciprocal confession. Bonnie insisted Angela reveal her cache first. Angela was hesitant, but knew Bonnie could not be dissuaded, her initial questions, like that of an investigator.
"Angie, what have you been doing with my son? How far has it gone?"
Angie kept her face down, unable to look into the eyes of her sister. She had no idea where this was going or where it would end. "Uh," clearing her throat, "We've gone all the way. We've been...I've been, having sex with Jake for a few weeks."
"Oh, I see. What started it?" Bonnie was taking an authoritarian tack to start with. In reality, she was titillated; her pussy was throbbing.
"Um, it was one of those things. We were in close proximity and one thing lead to another." Angie lied. She couldn't let Bonnie know about Ellen. She was afraid Bonnie would freak out about that.
"Just one of those things, where you suddenly found yourself with my son's dick in you? I can see how that could just happen, after 18 years wherein you were never in close proximity before that point." Bonnie words were dripping with sarcasm. She was going to play this out a few rounds, make Angie sweat it out a bit.
Angie was taken aback, or was it guilt? Stung by the tone of her sister's words, she had trouble formulating her thoughts. How would she describe something that didn't happen? Sell it to her? She could only stumble along. "Jake was having a bad day. He needed comforting."
"Really? So bad a day you'd thought you'd make him feel better by having sex with him? How and why would you think that? I don't understand it. You've been around him for years. I don't get how you made a leap like that." Bonnie appeared grim, but she was secretly enjoying it. She wanted to hear the details. Maybe that little bit of indignation would cause Angie to let loose.
"Bonnie, I can't explain it. Jake looked down in the mouth. I sat on the bed and held his hand. He turned to me, uh, I reached out to hug him, and then, somehow we kissed. I don't want to go further."
"So you didn't stop when he kissed you? You're the adult Angela. He may be 18, but damnit. You should've pulled back, told him no." Bonnie knew she was close to getting what she was after, the first drips of the faucet were evident. The flow was inevitable.
"Sis, once his lips were on mine, I couldn't. I was powerless. I forgot who we were. He was surprisingly passionate. I got carried away."
"Powerless? YOU? You've always been in control. We both know that. There's nothing you've ever done that you didn't decide to do first." Alluding to their shared history as sisters was great leverage.
"I'm sure that's not true." Angela knew it was, but she wasn't going to admit she maneuvered Bonnie's son into fucking her. "You have no idea. He's a man now. His effect on me, it was overwhelming. You can't imagine. His passion, it engulfed me. I'm ashamed, but I gave in."
Just another poke, Bonnie would have her. "You should be ashamed. Embarrassed! Not just the age difference, but your sister's son." There. That should do it.
"Bonnie. I'm sorry. His arms around me, his mouth exchanging breath with mine; I can't explain it better than that. You wouldn't want me to." Tears came to her eyes. She began sobbing.
Bonnie smiled to herself, jackpot. She got up and walked around the table to where her sister sat. Looking down at her, she tucked her fingers under Angela's chin, lifted, bent down, wiped a tear off and kissed her. Angela responded, putting her hand at the back of Bonnie's neck and smashing her mouth onto her sister's. Much too much time had passed since they had partaken of each other. Angela was relieved and enthralled all at once. If Bonnie had been angry, she wasn't any more.
Bonnie broke away and took Angie by the hand, she rose and followed without a word. They went to Bonnie's room.
For now, the issue of Jake was disposed.
At this moment, they harkened back to their late teen and young adult years and began to explore each other once again, first mentally then with physical contact of their forgotten, but now familiar bodies. Angie was astonished, never expecting this to happen again, but as her memories rose from the depths of her mind, she was removed to a time when the sisters were lovers. For her part, Bonnie was amazed as well, but once her sister's tryst with her son was revealed, history had to repeat itself.
Side by side, naked on the bed, having dispensed with their clothing and formalities in short order, they stroked each other's hair and face.