Close Friends Book 2 Part 01

Sometimes life changes slowly, evolving over time.

Sometimes things change with just a knock on the door.

This is one of those times.

Gus' little sister is here, and the six need to figure out what it means for them and their new, open loving lifestyle.

Caution:

Book 2 explores the taboo subject of incestuous relationships between siblings, while also delving further into the group's polyamorous journey. There are also a few brief moments where two girls show affection for one another.

If that's not your thing, well, you've been warned.

As this is a direct continuation of the events told in Close Friends Book 1, I would strongly suggest starting there.

And yes, everyone is at least 18 years old.

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December 1980

"Stacy?" Gus asked, staring at the wet, hooded person standing before him.

She looked up at him, peering from underneath her dripping hood. "Hi," she said so softly that he barely heard her over the howl of the wind.

Just then, Mick looked around the door, past Gus' knee. Stacy jumped back a half step. "Oh!" she squeaked. Gus looked down at his friend, who'd woken up and was kneeling, looking to see why the door right next to where he slept was open to the storm.

"Come in, come in," Gus beckoned. Mick sat back as Stacy walked in slowly, looking around. Gus closed the door behind her. Just then, Bob's head poked up from behind the recliner that faced away from his daybed. He blinked a few times, looking at the wet, hooded person Gus had let in.

"Um... I should probably go," Stacy said as she backed toward the door, her head swiveling between Mick on the floor next to her, and Bob still peering from the other end of the room.

"No! No, it's okay, Stacy. These are my roommates, Mick and Bob," he told her, looking at each of them as he named them. "It's alright, really. They're my best friends," he tried to reassure her.

"Hi," Bob said and waved, blinking. He lowered his hand and rubbed an eye as he sat up.

"Why don't you come over, and sit down." He pointed to the couch and she walked over slowly and sat, still scanning the room. Gus reached over and wrapped the throw blanket at the end of the couch around her shoulders.

Stacy sat there, shivering, as she pushed her wet hood back. She looked up at him, her face wet, her expression unreadable.

Gus stood there, a barrage of terrible reasons his little sister was sitting on his couch, soaked, quickly passing through his mind. Horrible things that might have happened to her, causing her to show up unexpectedly in the middle of the night in the pouring rain.

"What are you doing here?" he asked as he perched at the end of the couch, looking over at her. Stacy pulled the blanket tightly around her and sighed.

"I had to get out of there. I... just can't live there anymore with him," she said, looking down at her lap. She turned and looked at him.

She was so small and wet, like a lost puppy. "With who? Your dad?"

She bowed her head again, and said softly, "Yeah."

Gus couldn't believe the little princess was having problems with her doting father. He never thought he'd see the day. Gus sat there, looking at her, unsure of what to say.

"Can I use your bathroom?" she asked quietly.

"Um, sure. It's right over there, down the hall," he pointed. She got up and walked over and around the corner. He heard the door close and the faint noise of the ceiling fan coming on in the bathroom.

"Dude! That's your sister?" Mick asked, getting up. Gus nodded. Bob had stood and threw on a t-shirt. Mick was also in his t-shirt and boxers. Gus realized he was just in his boxers and went over and got his shirt on.

"I thought she and your dad got along really well," Bob said.

"I know!" Gus looked over at the closed bathroom door as if it would answer his questions. He turned and looked back at his friends. Mick sat in one of the low chairs facing the couch and Bob was in the recliner.

"My dad... I mean, her dad always loved her. She was his little princess. I have no idea what's going on."

"Gus?" he heard her call from the bathroom.

"Yeah?" he replied as he walked closer to the bathroom.

"Do you have a sweatshirt I can borrow? This one's soaked."

"Sure, let me get you one. Hang on," He rummaged in his closet and pulled one out. He gently knocked on the door and it opened a few inches. A small female hand appeared and he pressed the shirt to it.

"Thanks," she mumbled, then the hand quickly withdrew, pulling the dry garment with it. The door closed with a click.

"Go ahead and hang up your wet stuff on the shower rod so it can dry."

"Okay."

He went and sat on one end of the couch and waited, growing intensely curious about what happened.

A minute later, she came around the corner. Her long, dark hair was still damp, but had been brushed back and parted down the middle. The sweatshirt moved enticingly as she approached, looking at them.

Movement caught Gus' attention and he wondered if she was wearing a bra. He didn't realize she was that big, and tried to remember what she looked like when he last saw her. The sad, ugly day when he escaped that evil man's house. Leaving his sister behind.

Her legs and feet were bare, the shirt ending several inches above her knees. She sat down on the middle of the wide couch, a few feet away from where Gus sat at the end, and spread the blanket over her legs as they curled beneath her.

"You look so cold. Would you like some hot chocolate?" She nodded slightly, a small smile on her lips for the first time that night. Gus got up and went into the kitchen. He ran some water into a small saucepan and put it on the stove. He pulled down a mug and got a packet out of the cupboard, pouring it into the mug.

"How did you get here?" he asked from the kitchen as the water warmed.

"I drove," she said, looking down at her hands fidgeting in her lap. "I had to leave, get away from him... I just drove."

She looked over at him in the kitchen. "Thanks for this," she said, pulling at the shirt a bit.

"No problem."

When the water was hot enough, he poured the powder into the mug, stirring it with a spoon. Carrying it back, he handed it to her and sat down. She blew on it and sipped. She took another sip, then another. "Mmm, that's good." She held the mug in both hands as if to warm herself.

"Do you have any other clothes with you?" Gus asked her.

"Yeah, in the car," she said, taking a long drink from the mug. It was quickly followed by another.

Gus noticed how fast she was drinking. "I can run down and get them if you'd like. Where did you park?"

"Don't bother. I didn't park near here," she said, draining the mug and placing it on the small table in front of the couch. She sat back and adjusted the blanket.

Gus looked at her quizzically.

"My car died down the road. I don't know what's wrong with it. I was able to roll into a parking lot and pull into a space." She looked over at him. The wind howled outside and they could hear the rain beat against the windows.

"I walked the rest of the way."

"You what?"

"I had a map with me, and your address. I could see the crossroads by the store I parked at and saw how to get to your place on the map."

"Where did you park?"

"At the Mexico Super, down that way." She turned and pointed in a general direction outside.

"That's like two miles away! You walked all that way? In this?" he looked at the windows and the storm outside.

Her brows furrowed, and she looked down and sniffled. "I didn't want to sleep in my car, it didn't feel safe. Your place looked closer on the map. When I got here, I realized you were in an apartment. I had to find your number from the mailbox. It took me some time to find you."

"Why didn't you call me?"

Her head jerked up and she stared him right in the eye.

"How? I don't have your number! You never gave it to me! I only got your address because something came in the mail for you and I opened it. It was some sort of change of address confirmation, but I didn't realize it was an apartment. I only kept the street address and name of the town. I had to look up where it was. I didn't even know you were in the Bay Area.

"So far away," she said softly, a sob in her voice.

Gus sat there, looking at her as a sharp stab of guilt shot through him.

"Are you hungry?" he asked when he saw her glancing at her empty mug. She looked over at him, no longer piercing him with her eyes, but still clearly upset. She nodded.

"I haven't had anything since this morning. I had to use all my money for gas."

He rose and went into the kitchen and took out some stuff to make a roast beef sandwich. Remembering she liked mustard, he put some on the bread, with a few other items from the fridge, then poured a glass of milk, grabbed a bag of potato chips and took them over.

She quickly devoured the food as the guys made small talk about nothing in particular, just something to fill the silence. She sighed as she put the plate on the table and leaned back. In a few minutes, Gus saw her eyes droop, then close. The guys got up quietly and went to where they slept.

Getting up, he gently shook her shoulder. She looked up at him as he said, "Come on, let's get some sleep. It's late and we're all tired." She nodded and stood, the blanket falling away from her bare legs.

The sweatshirt quickly fell into place as she stood, but not before Gus couldn't help but glimpse her brown bush. He spun his head away as he felt the heat rise in his cheeks, certain he was blushing.

"Here, you take the bed."

She walked around the table and stopped in front of the bed. "Where are you gonna sleep?"

He looked around, then at his sister. He knew he couldn't sleep with her. She'd roll right up against him as he'd sink lower than her, just like when Lois was there.

"There's room over there," he pointed to the space between the front wall and the edge of the bed, under one of the front windows. "I have some foam leftover from before I got this bed and a sleeping bag. I slept like this for some time. It'll be fine."

"I can't take your bed! It's big enough for us both. We used to share a bed before, when we were little, remember?" She looked up at him, and for a moment Gus saw the little girl he'd loved with all his heart.

She turned and then he saw her profile as the shirt pulled tight across her chest, revealing the outline of her plump breast and the surprisingly hard nipple poking out.

Gus mentally shook his head and realized she wasn't that little girl anymore. "No, I'll be fine over here. You take the bed." He went and grabbed a pair of his gym shorts out of the closet. Handing them to her, he said, "You'll probably be more comfortable with these on."

He knew he'd be. He did not want to see that again. She took them and went to the bathroom.

He opened one of the sliding doors in the hallway and came back out with a roll of foam and a sleeping bag. In short order, he'd unrolled it and got a pillow from the bed, placing it at the head of his sleeping bag.

The toilet flushed and she emerged. "There," he said. "Now, let's get some sleep. We'll sort this all out in the morning."

Stacy surprised Gus when she wrapped her arms around his midsection, clutching him tightly and pressing the side of her face to his chest.

She's shaking, the poor thing. He held her, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. He really didn't want to feel her tits pressing against him like they were.

"Thank you," she whispered into his chest, her arms tightening. She looked up at him and he saw her eyes filled with tears. "I had nowhere else to go."

Stroking her hair gently, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. He'd missed this. It had always felt so good to protect her. He suddenly realized he'd really missed her.

"It's okay, you're safe now. Nothing will hurt you, I promise." She sniffled and searched his eyes. "We take care of each other here."

She smiled, and he felt her relax. Her hands fell away and she went over, pulled the sheets back and got into bed. She squeaked when she fell back onto the rolling mattress.

"A waterbed!" she said, laughing. She moved a little, making small waves and giggled. She looked up at her brother with a twinkle in her eye. "I bet you just love this!"

Gus wiggled his eyebrows at her and grinned. "You have no idea."

---***---

The day dawned clear and bright, the evening's storm having passed as they slept. Gus woke up, confused, unsure why he was on the floor. Then it all came back to him. He sat up quickly and peered over the bed. Stacy was there, curled up on her side, snuggled under the blankets. He could hear her breathing slow and deep.

He looked at her relaxed face and smiled, realizing he was thrilled to see her. She wasn't bad. It was that dickhead who drove them apart. He'd always treated him like garbage, and her like a princess who could do no wrong. She never asked him to do that.

He got up quietly and made his way into the bathroom. After taking care of business, he went back out and saw Stacy was awake and watching him come through the short hallway toward her. She smiled up at him, but he noticed her brows furrowed a bit.

He sat on the edge of the bed. "How did you sleep?"

She stretched and said, "Great! I love this bed."

He chuckled. "Yeah, me too!" He was glad she didn't know what he did on that bed. He went into the kitchen to get something to drink.

Throwing the cover off, Stacy got out of bed. "I'm gonna use the bathroom, take a shower. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, go ahead. There's a clean towel in the closet by the door."

She got a towel and went into the bathroom. The shower started and Gus went over and picked up the phone, then sat on the bed and dialed Lois' number.

"Hello."

"Hey baby."

"Hey!" she answered brightly. "Wow, you're up early! Miss me?" she asked coquettishly.

"Always!" He laughed, then paused. "Actually, you aren't gonna believe what happened after you guys went home last night..."

He told her what had happened the night before, ending up with him sitting there on the bed talking to her. He omitted his brief glimpse of what lay between his sister's legs, not wanting to remember it.

As he spoke, the sight of the still damp clothes hanging from the shower rod crossed his mind from when he used the bathroom earlier. Nice panties, his mind offered before he could stop it. He'd also noticed the frills on the white bra cups and an image he didn't want flashed across his mind. How would Stacy's boobs look in that? He shook his head, disgusted at himself.

"So yeah, she's gonna need some stuff. I think she left in a hurry."

"Okay, we'll get this figured out," Lois said, using the tone she used when things needed doing. "I'll call the girls and we'll come by and help her."

Gus sighed with relief. He could always count on Lois. "Thanks, baby. I really appreciate it."

"Sure thing. We'll bring something over for breakfast, too."

"Great!"

"See you in a little while. Love you!"

"Love you too, gorgeous!"

---***---

"Okay," Demi called out from the kitchen. "Come and get 'em!" She tossed a couple more pancakes onto the platter on the counter, then turned and poured more batter into the skillet. Bob and Mick were already heading back to the couch, each carrying a plate of pancakes and a glass of juice.

Gus waved Stacy over. "Come on, grab a plate."

She got off the bed where she'd been sitting with her back to the wall, brushing her hair. She walked over and peered around the corner into the kitchen. Gus smiled at her.

"It's okay, they won't bite," he told her softly, smiling and extending a hand. She looked at his hand briefly, then up at his face.

Demi giggled as she flipped the pancakes. "I might. Depends on my mood."

"Yeah," Bob spoke up from the couch. "Take it from me, you don't want her doing that to you!" Laughter rolled around the room. Stacy's eyebrows lifted and a small grin came across her face as she straightened and ventured into the kitchen. She took a plate and forked a small stack onto it, poured some syrup and took a glass of juice.

Lois was sitting on one of the low, folding chairs facing the couch and she beckoned Stacy over. "Sit here, honey," she indicated the chair next to her. Stacy came over and placed her food on the table, then sat down, getting comfortable before reaching for her plate.

Gus was close behind and sat in the chair on Stacy's other side. He spared no time digging into his breakfast, and Stacy soon followed her older brother's lead. Laughter and playful banter filled the room as the three couples, and now a sister, ate together.

After they'd finished and the plates rounded up and taken into the kitchen, Gus, Lois and Stacy sat in the three low chairs in a small semi-circle, talking. Mick and Sam were in their spot on the left end of the couch. Bob and Demi cuddled up on the right side, near his daybed.

"Stacy," Gus began. "What's going on?"

She sighed and looked down. "I guess I got into an argument with dad."

Gus looked at her, waiting for more. When Stacy didn't continue, he just shook his head a little. "And?"

She looked up at him, her brows furrowed. Her lips were pursed together tightly. "And what?"

"So you drove all the way up here in the middle of the night, walked two miles in a storm, searched for my apartment, got completely soaked... because you had an argument?"

She turned her head away quickly, frowning. "I just... I can't live there anymore, okay? I just can't!" she said.

Maybe the little princess didn't get her way? "Are you sure maybe you shouldn't go back and work it out with him? He's always treated you so well."

"I'm never going back to that house as long as he lives!" Stacy's eyes flashed as she spoke.

Gus nodded. Okay, something's really wrong back home. It has to be that dickhead.

"What's he done Stacy?" he asked softly. She wouldn't look at him and he could see her breathing hard.

"Nothing! He...," she said in a strained voice. She looked back at him. "It's just not working out for me there. Can we just leave it at that? Please?" Her brows were furrowed and she tilted her head.

"Hey," he held up his hands in supplication. "Okay, I'm sorry." Her eyes softened as he said, "It's okay. Hang out here until we get this figured out." He smiled at her, earning a small smile back.

He looked around, noticing the others were silently watching. "How about we go find out what's wrong with your car?"

---***---

"Looks like you're out of gas," Gus said as he looked at the gauges on the dash. Stacy was standing next to the door, frowning.

"You sure?"

"Yep, pretty sure. When did you last fill up?"

She looked away for a moment, then shuffled her foot. "Um... I put in eight dollars in Coalinga."

"Coalinga? I'm surprised you made it this far. Why only eight dollars?"

"That's all I had," she said quietly.

"I've got a can in the back," Bob offered, jerking his thumb at his van parked next to them. "There's a station over there."

They got the gas can out of the back of Bob's van and walked across the parking lot. After filling it up with a few gallons, they walked back and poured it into Stacy's car. Gus got in and pumped the pedal several times, then turned the key. The engine cranked, then coughed. He cranked it again, and it turned over, settling into a quiet idle.

"There ya go!" Gus said triumphantly. He got out and let her get in.

"Ride with me?" she asked through the window.

Gus smiled, then walked around the car. "We'll see you back home. Thanks for the help!" He told his friends, then got in. Stacy put the car in drive, then pulled out onto the street as Gus pointed where to go.