Close Friends Boo 2 Part 03

July 1981

"Are you sure you can get the time off? I don't know how long we're gonna be gone," Gus asked.

"I'm sure. They told me it was alright, that the new girl could cover for me, and to call when I had some idea of when we'd be back. They're so good to me there," Lois assured him. Demi and Sam were with Stacy as she went down to the car with her small bag. The guys followed, with a couple of brown paper bags with some drinks and snacks.

Gus took the bags and placed them in the back of his old station wagon. He came around as Lois and Stacy were hugging the others, saying goodbye.

"We'll only be gone for a few days, hopefully," he told them. "Just long enough to deal with the house, and...," he paused. "Well, with his body."

They said their goodbyes, then got in the car. Lois was in the front passenger seat, and Stacy sat behind Gus so the girls could see each other and talk on the drive south. They waved as they drove away.

"Gus?" Stacy asked as they headed down highway five. "Why did they wait a full day to call us?"

"Well, I guess because they didn't know where we were. They told me your friend, Anna, gave them the number. I think it was only dumb luck Billy across the street saw the cops at the house and asked what was going on. He knew you and Anna were friends and she might know where you were. It was good you gave her our number after you got here."

"They didn't tell you anything else about what happened? To daddy?" she asked, her voice subdued.

Gus looked in the rear-view mirror at his sister, seeing the hurt in her face as she looked out the window at the passing farmlands and orchards.

"They didn't say much. He was in a car accident. He was drunk, three times over the legal limit apparently. Thankfully, no one else was hurt."

She sighed. "Thank God for that." She looked up at his face in the mirror. "So what are we gonna do down there?"

"Well, I've been thinking about that. There's a few things we have to handle. I think the first is to find a lawyer who can help us figure this stuff out."

"Anna's dad is a lawyer. He's always been very nice to me, said I was a good influence on his daughter," she chuckled. "Not that she ever did anything bad. I think he was just glad we were close friends."

"Cool, we'll talk to him right away when we get down there." He drove for a bit, thinking. "We'll have to deal with the stuff in the house. Figure out what to keep, what to sell, or give away." He sighed. "We'll have to get the house sold, too. Hopefully, the lawyer can help us find a real estate agent to handle the details."

Gus shook his head. "I don't know what else there might be. We'll see when we get there and talk to the professionals."

---***---

They pulled up in front of the small, one-story house. The overgrown grass and peeling paint on the house gave it a neglected appearance. An empty trash can sat on the curb, the lid flipped open.

Getting out, Gus stood there and looked at the front door. "I never thought I'd ever see this place again." Lois came up and took his hand. Stacy was standing on his other side and put her arm through his, pulling him close.

"Let's do this," he said, and walked up the steps to the door.

Stacy let them in with her key and looked around, taking in the state of her childhood home. "Well, I've seen it worse."

They walked around as a group, maintaining some sort of contact, as if going through a haunted house and expecting something sinister to jump out at them at every corner. They ended up in the master bedroom at the back of the house.

An unmade king-sized bed took up most of the space. A dresser with one drawer open, socks hanging out, stood against the far wall below closed curtains that allowed a sliver of light to pass through a small gap.

"It all comes down to this‌," Lois said softly, a tear running down her cheek. Gus held her, his arm around her shoulders. "Just... stuff. That's what's left over."

"That, and memories," Gus said with an edge in his voice. Stacy looked in the master bathroom, then came back out.

"We should call Anna, see if we can talk with her dad," Stacy suggested as they headed back to the front of the house.

---***---

A few hours later, Gus, Stacy and Lois walked out of an office building, a thick manilla envelope tucked under Gus' arm.

"I think it's gonna be okay," he said to no one in particular.

Stacy nodded and took his free hand, her fingers interlacing with his. The three of them walked down the street to the car and got in.

"It's good he knows a real estate agent with experience dealing with this kind of thing," Stacy said, remembering the complicated conversation they'd just had with her friend's dad.

"Yeah, I'm glad she can stop by tomorrow morning to look the place over. Tell us what we need to do. I sure don't." Gus sighed as they got to the car.

"Can you believe he's doing this

pro bono

?" Lois asked.

"What does that mean?" Stacy asked her.

"It means he's helping us for free," Gus answered.

"Oh, that's sweet! Anna's parents were always so nice," Stacy said.

They drove on and Lois looked over at a store. "Hey, why don't we stop in and pick up some stuff to cook? I don't know how long we'll be here, but we can't afford to eat out every meal."

They agreed, and he pulled into the grocery store parking lot.

---***---

They sat on the old couch together, Gus between the two girls. He turned to his sister. "That was delicious."

"Yeah, thanks for making supper," Lois said as she looked around Gus.

"Aw, it was nothing. Just some hamburgers and stuff." Stacy leaned back, propping her feet on the coffee table.

"Well, it hit the spot," Gus said and burped. The girls giggled, and Stacy slapped his arm.

Lois looked around the place, noting the few pictures. They were all Stacy and her dad. One was of a woman, maybe around thirty, she guessed. "Who's that?" she asked, pointing to the picture.

"That's our mom," Gus said. He got up and walked over, picking it up and looking at it. "I barely remember her." He traced a finger over the glass, sighed, then put it back on the shelf.

"Yeah," Stacy said. "I can only remember a few things about her."

Gus laughed, almost a bark. Lois looked over at him, her eyebrows furrowed. "You notice there's none of me anywhere?" He turned and looked around. "He hated me."

"He wasn't too bad when we were really young," Stacy said, thinking back.

"Yeah, it was when mom died. He got bad then. Always getting down on me." He sat down between the girls again and sighed. "He always said I was good for nothing, and mom was a slut who got knocked up and had me."

Stacy made a soft sound and he put an arm around her, drawing her close.

"Do you know anything about your dad?" Lois asked him.

"Nope. Stace's dad said mom told him my father was 'some drunken jerk at a party'. She never knew his name or saw him again. She met Stacy's dad a few months after having me. I guess she got pregnant pretty quickly after that, because she's only a year and a couple of months younger than me.

"I will say this for the old bastard. At least he stuck around for her and mom. He was a righteous dick to me, but at least he put a roof over our heads," he said as he looked around the house.

---***---

"I'm pretty tired. I think I'm gonna hit the sack," Stacy said as she got up. She leaned over and hugged Lois. Gus got up and she hugged Gus tightly and sighed.

"Thank you for being here with me," she said into his chest. He pulled her tighter and they stood there, clinging to each other.

"I'll always be there for you, baby. I love you."

"I love you, too." She let him go, then made her way down the hall and went into her old bedroom, closing the door with a soft click.

"You tired?" he looked over and asked Lois. He turned away, but not before she glimpsed an obvious bulge in his pants.

"I am," she said coyly and grinned up at him. He helped her up and they went around, checking the doors and shutting off the lights. They walked down the hall and went into his old room, closing the door behind them.

"At least it's relatively clean," he said. "I guess Stacy picked it up after I left. I can't even remember much about that day. I just threw stuff in a suitcase and left."

Lois went over and hugged him, just as his sister had a few minutes before. "It's okay. He's gone now and can't do anything to either of you." She leaned up and kissed him. "You're free of him."

They got ready for bed, using the hall bathroom after they heard Stacy leave it and return to her room. They climbed into the twin bed and settled in.

"We hardly ever get to spend the entire night alone together," Lois mused.

He twisted and pressed up to her as they lay side by side. "You know, I always dreamed of having a hot chick in here," he sniggered. "I'd beat off endlessly thinking of some naked girl in bed with me." His hand went to her tit, and he rubbed it over her thin nightshirt, kissing her passionately.

They kissed and touched for some time, then Gus rid her of the shirt and panties. She pulled his boxers off and took him deeply into her mouth. She leaned over him, her head bobbing up and down as Gus arched his back.

"Oh, baby, that's so good," he moaned. The feeling of his cock pressing into her throat always made him crazy. After a minute or two, he pushed her off him, not wanting to blow so soon.

He pulled her up, kissing and touching her, his hand gently pinching her nipple and squeezing her soft, full boob. "Oh, my love. You're so beautiful." She writhed under his hands and mouth as it moved down her body, taking its time around her tits, sucking and licking.

After a while, he continued his travels south, kissing her stomach as one hand snaked up and cupped a tit, pinching it lightly. The other hand parted her thighs and explored her wetness. He palmed her bush, her soft, dark fur against his hand as one finger slowly moved up and down her wet slit.

She arched her back as his finger parted her inner lips and pulled the wetness out of her, spreading it. His finger reached further and further inside her with each caress. He knew to make a trip to her little nub at the top of her pussy routinely, earning him a gasp or moan each time.

After a few minutes, he repositioned himself and lay against her, half on top of her lower belly, his legs near her head. She spread her legs further, giving him access to her special place. He dipped his head down as his tongue slid along her lips, tasting her nectar.

She sighed happily as Gus' tongue replaced his finger, exploring her. She felt his hardness press against her shoulder, and she used her hands to urge him to get up and straddle her head. He quickly obliged and he put his knees on either side of her head, his hard cock lining up with her upraised mouth.

Gus groaned as she took him deep inside her mouth, then moved her head up and down on his shaft. He redoubled his efforts and focused more on her little spot, still paying attention to all her bits.

It paid off a few minutes later as Lois wriggled under him. She moaned around his cock as her pelvis lifted, pushing her pussy to his face. He licked her furiously as she came, moaning loudly around him. He lifted, pulling free of her mouth as her head rocked side to side, primal sounds coming from her mouth.

After a few moments, she calmed and pushed feebly at him. He relented, having achieved his dream of making a gorgeous girl cum on his bed in this room. Satisfied and elated, he rolled off her and turned around, taking her in his arms as they lay together on the bed. Lois panted and clutched at him.

Neither of them heard the squeak of a floorboard outside of Gus' door, or the sound of Stacy's bedroom door down the hall closing softly as Gus settled between her legs.

Later, they lay there in the dark, Gus' cum leaking as it ran down her thigh and created a wet spot.

"You two are the cutest thing."

"Huh?" Gus asked absently as he held her to him, his arm wrapped around her and cupping her warm tit. Her back pressed against his chest and he loved the lingering tingling in his cock as it pressed between her butt cheeks.

"You and Stacy," she explained. "When you're asleep together back home."

"Oh."

She shifted, settling in, and said, "The other morning when I came over and you two were still asleep, I saw where your hand was." She giggled a naughty sound.

His hand flinched one time on her tit, then settled down. "Um... where?" he asked slowly.

"Right there," she patted the hand covering her boob. "You had your hand right there."

"I did not!"

"Oh, yes you did! I saw you," she laughed playfully. She wiggled her butt and felt him, warm and still partially erect against her. "It's okay. You were both asleep, but the two of you together is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The look on your faces as you held her close. You were both so peaceful."

He shifted against her, but said nothing.

"I can tell," she continued after a moment, "the love you two have for each other is immense. I don't know a better word. I've never seen anything like it," she said, then paused. "Just one other time..."

Gus waited for her to go on, but she didn't. "When was that?" he asked softly.

He felt her sigh against him. "It was me and my brother," she said. "There's a picture somewhere of the two of us, just a little before his diagnosis. Our folks took us camping and they took a picture of us while we were sleeping. We were sharing the little pullout bed in the camper and he was holding me, like you are now.

"I haven't looked at that picture since he died." Gus felt her body shudder. "Oh, god, how I wish he'd lived."

She rolled over to face him, looking him in the eye. "What I would have given to wake up every morning like that," she said, keeping eye contact. "In his arms."

Gus' brows furrowed for a moment. He tilted his head. "Lois?" was all he asked.

She nodded slowly, still looking right at him. "Yes," was all she said, then paused. "I was in love with him. My brother."

She smiled up at him. "Why do you think I know so much about what Stacy's feeling? Huh? It's because I've already been through it." She shook her head, looking over his shoulder for a moment, then back at him.

"What stronger love is there than that between siblings? You've known each other all your lives. You know everything about them. Their nasty habits, the things that make them laugh, what gets them pissed off. Yet, with all that, you still love them. No matter what!

"Think about you and Stacy," she said. "All your life, you've been there for her, protected her, fought for her, took beatings for her."

She put her palm against his cheek. "Loved her."

Gus gazed at the woman he loved more than anything, and thought as she spoke.

"What other man has ever loved her like that? What other man will ever love her like that?" Lois asked him.

She thought for a moment, then said, "You ever wonder why big brothers protect their little sisters? Why they chase guys away and don't want them to get in her pants? Maybe," Lois mused, "it's because the brother wants to keep his sister for himself."

Gus scoffed, but didn't sound convincing.

"Think about it. All that love he has for her, and you know she loves him back just as much. Really, making love is the next logical step. I bet more brothers and sisters do that than you think." She grinned up at him. "I would have been with my brother if I'd had the chance. I loved him with all my heart."

She sighed. "So think about the love a brother and sister share, how natural it would feel for them to make love."

Gus lay there, holding her, his breath coming heavy as she saw the wheels turning in his head. He rolled onto his back, one arm going behind his head. Lois saw him looking up at the empty ceiling.

In a distant voice, one she wasn't sure if he knew he spoke aloud, he asked, "But wouldn't that be taking advantage of her? Of the trust she has in me?"

He shook his head slowly. "Wouldn't that make me a bad big brother?"

"I dunno," she said as she snuggled against him. "All I know is a love this deep, this intense, needs an outlet."

"But what would other people say? They'd look at us like we were sick or something."

"Then don't tell them," she said simply.

Gus lay there thinking, then his eyes popped open. Again, to the ceiling, he said, "Is that why I told them to say we're friends, not..." His words trailed off, his eyes focused far away.

---***---

The next morning, they got up and found Stacy in the kitchen, making pancakes. "Hey, you slugs," she said cheerily.

"Good morning," Gus mumbled as he raided the fridge for some juice. Lois giggled and hugged Stacy from behind, then set the table. They ate and talked about the plans for the day.

The real estate agent was due in a couple of hours. They'd taken a first pass through the house, deciding on what they wanted to keep and bring back with them, aware of the job in front of them to get the house ready to sell.

Stacy had been tasked with finding her father's will and got lucky when she pulled out a bundle of papers, wrapped up tight in a waterproof envelope at the back of the fridge.

"I always wondered what that was," Gus mused as she spilled the contents onto the table. Most of the papers were probably useless by now, but after a bit of searching, Stacy smiled triumphantly as she held up several typed, stapled pages.

"Here it is! The will!"

"Excellent," clapped Lois. "The lawyer said we had to find that before anything else could move forward. Let's drop it off after the agent leaves." They all nodded, relieved at their good luck.

---***---

They stood in the doorway, waving as the smartly dressed woman got in her car. She waved back, then drove away.

"Well, I hope things go as smoothly as she said," Stacy said.

Gus nodded. "She said the will left the house to you. So, once the lawyer gets the paperwork finished, it'll belong to you and then she can sell it. Whatever proceeds are left over after paying off the mortgage will go to you."

"To us," Stacy said firmly. "You get half."

"Stace, you don't need to do that. He wasn't my father, after all."

She stamped her foot hard on the floor, surprising both Gus and Lois. "I don't care!" she yelled. "It's the very least that asshole could do for you! He didn't even have anything for you in the will," she said, then burst into tears.

Gus quickly went over to her and pulled her close, stroking her back and making soft sounds in her ear. "It's okay, it's okay," he told her. "I never expected anything from him." Lois came behind them and wrapped her up from behind.

They eventually let go of each other, and Stacy wiped her eyes and sniffled. "It goes to both of us," she said with finality, smiling up at her brother.

That afternoon, they returned to the lawyer's office with all the documents they could find. The will, bank statements, old insurance forms. They handed over anything looking official.

"Okay, that's going to take a little while to go through," he said as he looked through the stack of random papers. "We'll get this sorted out and send you a summary, with instructions on what you need to do next. It'll probably get done in a week or so. We have your address and phone number."

"Thank you," Gus said as he shook his hand. The girls each did the same and made to leave the office.

"I'm sorry, Stacy, for what you're going through," he told her.

"Thank you. It's alright, I have my brother here to take care of me. We'll be fine."

---***---

Gus pushed his chair back from the table and grinned. "That was excellent!"