In In

In in.

One of the comments someone made about my story

"What Happens In Lockdown"

, was that it was easy to read using a translator because the English was so correct. Sorry. This one is bit more colloquial, there is slang and modern idiom, and the grammar is far from perfect. I've tried to make it accessible and yet still keep the Britishness. I hope you can enjoy it.

Oh - and all the characters are over 18 and there is incestuous sex, but that's why you're here isn't it?

My sister and I were staying in, 'in in' in.

English is funny, isn't it? The way it's constantly using words in new ways, ones that weren't intended when the words were first invented, but anyway 'in in' was how it began.

The weather was foul; continual waves of heavy wind-driven rain from the tag end of a tropical storm all the way from the Gulf of Mexico. It was hammering down and the whole country was sodden, waterlogged, so me and my sister, Livvy, had binned our plans for the day and were going to have an afternoon watching films we liked.

We had decided that we were staying 'in in'. Not 'staying-in-but-ready-to-go-out-at-a-moment's-notice' in but 'staying-in-and-not-budging-for-anything' in. This was instead of being 'out' - as in 'popping-down-to-the-shops' out and definitely not going 'out out' - 'going-out-and-staying-out' out. We hadn't seen each other much recently, so we'd been planning to spend the day, and possibly the evening in Chester, because it's recently been named as more attractive than Venice, and Liv hasn't been there for years -

that

would have been an excellent 'out out' for the pair of us.

We were staying put and that was it. It was the type of afternoon to fire up the log burner, plump up the cushions and dig out the furry throws, lay out the snacks and drinks, get on the sectional and chill out watching films on the telly.

Me and my sister are pretty close as brothers and sisters go. I was a tear-arse kid, sporty - played Number 8 for my year and later the school, doing as much as I needed to, getting into scrapes and shit. Livvy - her Sunday name is Olivia - put everything on hold - boys, a social life, fun - to get where she wanted to be. My kid sister - aka 'Our Kid' - is three years younger than me, though she has always had an older head than me (see - there we go with the colloquial English again) and she had mastered a killer eye-roll by the time she was twelve. She'd hear my stories - often from her friends, and she'd give it the 'old Number 1', which was a full on dramatic eye-roll filled in equal parts with disdain, despair and a prayer for salvation from her idiot brother. But despite her frequent demonstrations of disproval - she often wondered out loud whether I had been swopped at birth - we got on together. We just did. We each of us had our own friends, but we were friends as well, I was into my second year at uni - a psychology element of my course - before it was suggested to me that the eye-roll was actually a measure of how much Livvy loved me.

Me? I wasn't into PDA's but I loved her too.

Once I got to university, after a first term of going ape-shit with partying and so on that I reckon I was lucky to survive, I got my head straight. I stopped buggering about, got into studying and came away with a first-class honours degree in Business Sciences - processes and management techniques, then turned that into a Masters and then into a top flight business consultancy and at the age of thirty I was earning enough for a good life style.

Just so we're clear - I tend to be a bit more formal in my language when I'm dealing with clients - but it's just you, me and Livvy here now, so we're good, yeah?

Anyway, despite various scrapes and knocks, I haven't done three bad in life. I'm six-two, a couple of pounds over fourteen stone, and in good nick. I'm told that I'm

not

an ugly bastard - a bit rough around the edges but not bad looking, physically well put together and bless me! but apparently I have a nice set of tackle too.

Livvy, on the other hand - petite - four foot six dead on, naturally blonde and heart-achingly beautiful with a kind of 70's French film star wistful thing going on, she got great grades at school but bombed out when she went to uni. The pressure was too much, she said, and she quit. She met a guy and married him. Stuck with him for about four years before she caught him screwing the neighbour's wife, kicked him out and took him to the cleaners in the divorce.

The problem was that she lost herself in the process.

Liv's confidence - in people in general, and men in particular, and in herself, was shot. Because of the settlement, she didn't need anything materially, but she seemed lost. No sense of purpose, which if you'd known her at school was totally unlike her. She had a few boyfriends - none of which have lasted very long - she said she was looking for something but didn't know what it was. I wasn't impressed by any of them, but hey, who cares what I think? Livvy didn't let herself go physically, but she just wasn't on top of her game.

Then, during the pandemic she worked as a volunteer with a local medical centre and got herself a permanent job out of it - one of those bad-ass medical receptionists that people complain about. Once she was in full-time work, she seemed to get her legs under her and she was a changed woman. She lost a little weight; she tidied herself up and started going to yoga on a regular basis. At twenty-seven, Our Kid is still beautiful but less a young Bardot these days and more a matured Leslie Caron. She's doing better than she was after the divorce, but it could be better.

I did what I could to help her through the divorce and after, but I don't get to see her as often as I should. She lives and works in Manchester and I live near to Chester, though my work can take me all over the place - hence our week off together. After a few months of humming and haaing, we both cleared a week in our schedules and were just going to spend it hanging out together - going places and just doing shit together.

"I know what it's like in here when that thing starts chucking out heat," she said as she came into the living room. I looked and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Livvy was wearing skin tight yoga pants and a light, white flannel camisole/vest top thing, and it appeared that that was it. I'd never really looked at my sister - well, not as in perved on her. I'd looked - I was male and hormonal, so of course I'd looked - but I'd never really 'looked looked' at her boobs. I said 'petite' didn't I? Well bobbling about in her top were a nice pair of boobies, pleasantly sized, 32C-ish.

"Jay!" She eye-rolled a full Number 1 at me, as she sat down and tucked her bare feet up underneath her, "Eyes up, Big Man. I said what are we watching?" (Liv calls me 'Big Man' because of the difference in our heights - nothing more) Honestly though, she didn't appear too annoyed about me perving.

"Oh!" I said, "We've got loads to go at - Sky, Netflix, Prime, Disney, and Paramount."

"Jesus!" She said. "How much do you pay for all of that?"

"Most of it comes with the telly package," I told her. It's still an arm and a leg, but I don't go out a lot and I like films. "And if that's not enough, I've got a six terabyte hard drive plugged into the back of the telly and all the weird shit is on that."

Livvy laughed, and that was a nice sound, (after the divorce I worried about her a lot), and she curled up next to me on the couch. "Staying 'in in' was a good idea," she told me as the rain beat on the windows.

It was never going to be a conventional list of 'best' films, like Oscar nominations, it was always going to be eclectic, based purely on our own tastes. And as Livvy is a huge fan of The Rock, we started with

San Andreas.

It's awful.

It's clichéd, predictable, and the plot is full of holes you could drive a transit van through, but it has lashings of Dwayne Johnson in it for Livvy, and for all of its faults it's an easy, fun watch.

Oh and it's got Alexandra Daddario in it, which works for me.

To be honest we were neither of us that into it, it was more a settling in exercise. The rain was still hammering on the windows, the room was getting warmer and we were getting used to being close to each other again.

"And of course the wolf has got wings!" That line always makes me laugh, and at this point as I laughed, Livvy moved for some reason. I ended up spilling some of my water on her.

Yeah.

Ice-cold water. Thin flannel top. Her nipples got big really quick!

Am I a bad person for looking? Well obviously it's wrong, but I am the by-product of 400,000 years of human evolution. Males have been programmed - by women - to look, so I'm going to, I can't help it.

"Sorry Liv," I apologised as I fetched a cloth from the kitchen.

"No worries," she told me laughing, as she wiped her chest.

I did the 'right thing' and looked out the window to avoid looking at my sister's bobbly boobs, seeing if I could see the distant Welsh hills. Round here we say that 'if you can see the mountains - it's going to rain; if you can't, it's already raining'. The sheets of rain falling outside proved that one was right.

"Okay!" she told me and I took the cloth back into the kitchen, coming back with a bottle of red wine for her and a bottle of beer for me.

"Good idea," my sister observed as I sat down again. "Something that will stain as well." Liv's also got a good line in acid wit. But despite this she took the glass that I poured for her and we finished the movie.

Next up was

Twister

, because it's just such a good movie. It's one of those films you can drop into at any point, so if you see it on when you're channel hopping you just let it run. I put it on now just because of that. I very rarely see it all the way through from the start, I only tend to see it when it's halfway through.

"We have cows!" It was Livvy's turn to laugh out loud now, and she did laugh. In fact she laughed so hard she ended up leaning on me. She didn't bother moving after that so I just let her stay there. She placed a cushion between us to lean against, got comfortable and pulled my arm around her shoulders.

As

Twister

came to an end, Livvy declared that it had been a good choice. Nothing too deep, just a fun watch. "Do you think we'll be able to go to Chester at all this week?" She asked.

I changed over to the BBC news channel for the weather forecast. It looked like more of the same - only coming from the other direction as the system moved eastwards - for the next twenty-four hours but the day after tomorrow would be good.

Livvy was lying against me, as we started into the second of the two

Dune

movies. I was sprawled with my back in the angle of the sectional, propped up on cushions. She was at a right angle to me, still pressed up against my side, with the cushion still between us for padding.

It's an awesome film. Denis Villeneuve really understands the brief. Not only does he care about his science fiction - and that's what counts, but he's making films he wants to make. He says he wants to make Arthur C Clark's

Rendezvous With Rama

, and to be honest I'm up for that. He will do a good job.

Dune 2

is absorbing and I was very into it, but I wasn't sure that Livvy hadn't dropped off she was that still and quiet.

I looked down at her. The room was very warm now. I had closed the curtains as the afternoon outside darkened, and that warmed the room even more. The string straps of Liv's top hung loose on her shoulders, and the material moulded itself to the curves of her bra-less bosom. I could see my sister's nipples were slightly peaking the light cloth - again. She was lying on her side to watch the TV better, so when I looked down over her shoulder, I could see where her top had ridden up so that there was a gap between the bottom of her singlet and the top of her yoga pants, showing the curve and swell of her body where it merged into her right thigh.

It was so inviting, Livvy looked so lovely, lying against me, comfortable and yet vulnerable as well. I was tempted to move my hand so that it rested on that sexy smooth curving shape. I wanted to touch her and rest my hand on her hip. I wanted to slip my hand into the gap and just touch her skin, her smooth soft skin.

I don't know why I wanted to do this. My arm around her shoulder felt good, and the way she pressed against my side was good too. We were never a 'hugging' family, but sprawled as we were together, touching in ways we very rarely did normally, it sort of felt right - very comfortable and - well - I wanted to do more.

But Livvy is my sister.

You know 'Our Kid'? My smarter, vulnerable at times, little sister? And society tells us, that's a place you just don't go!

Fuckit!

Gently, casually - I was aiming for nonchalant - I moved my hand until it rested on Livvy's waist. It was like being on a first date, all over again, I was that nervous, but Liv just adjusted her hip under my hand.

"About time," she said, not even looking up from the telly.

"What?!"

"I said, 'It's about time'," she told me, as she moved the cushion and wriggled herself closer to me. I could feel the soft swell of her boob against my side.

"Honestly Jason, you're a clever guy and I love you, but you can be right thick at times."

"Me?! What have I done this time?"

"It's more what you didn't do." Liv's words were annoyed but I didn't feel any anger behind them. "Come on Big Man, I'm making myself available to you, and you're walking around like 'Ooh! I'm Mr Business Science Consultant Man and I'm so busy...'" Liv said this in a funny nasal posh voice while rolling her shoulders, "And I can't even see what's under my own nose!" She was chuckling at her own joke.

She rolled over onto her back, so she was lying with her head on my lap looking up at me, she pulled my hand so it was resting on her tummy, resting her hands on it and playing with my fingers.

She looked fucking adorable.

"So! You're saying...?"

"I'm saying you can have me if you want me..." she said, "Because I want

you

."

"Oh!"

"I've loved you forever Jay, I only finally realised it a couple of years ago."

"Well, I love you too, Liv, you're my kid sister, but..."

"Come here, numbnuts!" Livvy reached up and grabbed my head, pulling me down towards her. "Kiss me!"

It wasn't comfortable, I'm not that flexible anymore and she was right on my lap so I couldn't bend down far enough. Instead I lifted her up to me and her arms reached around me and around my shoulders.

I was still trying to process what was going on - this was so wrong, but that kiss!

Well, it wasn't the kiss, in as much as it was the effect it had on Livvy. Our lips touched, our mouths opened, our tongues danced between us, and it was way more than a brother and sister should ever do. But Livvy felt like she was melting in my embrace, she moulded herself to me, pressing herself against my body. She turned herself in my arms and climbed up me, so she was upright on my lap with her knees on either side of my legs. As the kiss went on, she began to writhe against me.

Oh man!

Yep!

She was writhing alright!

It was a slow sensuous dance without a tune, as she pressed her breasts against me, and her tummy and then her hips moved under my hands in a complex twisting, grinding motion. My fingers curled downwards and I covered her bum with my hands, before grasping her taut round buttocks in their skin-tight covering. It was one hell of a bum, it felt just right in my hands.

I was quickly coming around to the idea of having my sister.

"Livvy!" I breathed as we broke for air.

She looked at me nervously, "Too much?" she asked. "Too quick?"

"No, love," I said, looking deep into her grey eyes. "I wish I'd known..."

Livvy stopped me with a kiss. "I never said anything before," she said, "So how could you have?"

She kissed me again. "It took me a long time to understand that you were what I was looking for, Jay. At first I thought I wanted someone

like

you - a bit of a rogue but sensible underneath, not perfect but good enough, and..." she rubbed her pussy against my erection, which was throbbingly hard in my sweat pants. "With something... but then I realised I didn't want someone like you - I wanted you. Mmmmmm!"

Something snapped inside her and she took my mouth with her tongue again. My sister was a hot, little, pocket-sized panther, pressing me into the cushions.

I put one hand on her left boob and squeezed it, feeling the nipple against my palm, as she straddled my thigh and began rubbing herself back and to along it.

"Oh fuck Jay! Yes!" She said, suddenly pulling her top up and over her head. She then pushed my t-shirt up and pressed her bared chest against mine. And Livvy really does have a nice pair of boobs. They're perky, and full, not massive but a nice handful. Her nipples are dark, and the areola are small but the teats themselves are long. I know all of this because no sooner had she gotten my t-shirt over my head, my sister began to rub her tits all over my face, with wild abandon.

Now at this point we had not done anything too serious. Okay, yes, technically it was overtly sexual in nature, but in terms of whether it was incest, it could also - probably - be described as 'mucking about' between a brother and a sister. Okay, it was semi-naked mucking about, thrusting, inappropriate kissing, breast-rubbing, face-smothering, nipple-licking and -sucking mucking about. It might even be a sexual assault - though I'm not sure exactly who was assaulting whom, but I don't think we actually crossed the I-line - even when Livvy came all over my leg from rubbing her pussy on it - jerking and shuddering like she'd had an electric shock.

The look on her face was priceless. It was a mixture of bliss, surprise, shock and a little embarrassment. She realised what she had just done.

"Oh Jay!" she said.

I pulled her to me, hugging her because I figured this could go either way. Either she was going to bolt for her room in shame, or we'd go on to bigger and better things. Personally, despite my misgivings, I was inclined towards the latter. But Livvy has had to cope with some really poor decision making in the last few years. I thought that she might decide that what we just did was one of them.

I didn't want her to be ashamed. We are adults after all for fuck's sake, and if she did think it was a mistake, I wanted her to know that it was okay, because as well as brother and sister we were friends, and friends allow other friends to make mistakes and still be friends. We'd just move on from there, what I didn't want her to do is run off to her room, lock herself in, bathe in embarrassment and die of shame. If she really did love me and wanted me, she should be able to say that without suffering for it.

So I held on.

And didn't let her move.

To be honest, I was also thinking with my cock a bit. My half-naked sister - with the lovely, bare, bobbly boobies - felt really good cuddled on my lap, and I was as hard as a rock, underneath her. She was just the right size for cuddling, not too big, not too small. She was warm and soft in all the right places and she actually smelled really nice too. If - as she claimed - the last few minutes had been driven by a long held, deep desire then exploring that was a good thing.

And I wanted to know what was going to happen next - it was a better drama than any movie, at least the steamy bits were!

"Oh Jay!" she said again, "Sorry!"

"What are you saying sorry for?" I asked. My leg had gone to sleep under me, so I moved around - without letting go of Livvy, and lay back against the cushions with her lying on top of me. I thought of dragging a throw on top of her, but the room was so warm now, it just felt comfortable with both of us lying half-naked on the couch. And I loved the feel of my sister against me - her skin on mine, my hands on her back, her head tucked in beside mine, and her nipples gently rubbing on my chest.