London Under - Chapter 2
Peter didn’t really know what to say. He was surprised that he hadn’t figured it out before then. Schuh had hinted that she was his sister, but Peter wasn’t able to figure it out. All the clues where there, he felt stupid that he wasn’t able to, maybe he was too overwhelmed or was paying more attention to Schuh’s body than what she was explaining. That was probably also why he didn’t question much in this strange new world or why he wasn’t afraid of the fate that possibly lay before him. It was possible that every time he breathed, it could have been last. It finally clicked for him though, Peter and Schuh were in danger because they were siblings, and their mother had done something to put them in this position.
“Why did she leave me?” What made Schuh so special? Why had his mother chosen Schuh over him?
“She didn’t leave you Peter; they thought she was too unstable to be taking care of a child. When they took you away from her, she was pregnant with me. She didn’t want them to take me too, so she ran away and found London under.
Peter now understood why he could never find any trace of his mother. The fact that Peter had a sister had just begun to sink in with him, it made him sick. He had just fucked his sister. Fucked his sister. How old was she? He quickly did the math. He was seven when he was taken into care which meant that Schuh was sixteen or seventeen. How could he have taken advantage of someone so young? He began to feel disgusted with himself, and angry that Schuh hadn’t told him.
He didn’t want to be in the same bed as her anymore. He climbed over her and stood so he was on the opposite side of the room as the small single bed. It was a small room though. He was just slightly further than an arm’s length from Schuh. He found his boxers and put them back on. Schuh just looked at him, smiling. This just made him angrier. She seemed so unphased by all that had just happened.
“How could you not have told me that we were siblings before we had sex? I don’t know what twisted things happen down here, but you don’t just fuck your siblings on an average day, especially ones you have only known for a few hours.”
The smile began to fade from Schuh’s face. She was beginning to feel guilty about not telling Peter, but she didn’t really think it was a big deal.
“Things are different down here.” She began to explain. “People marry their family mbers all the time, and have sex with them. We don’t have the same stigmas attached to it as your world obviously has. As I rber it though, your world was once okay with family relations like that. We are those people. We come from that time”
Schuh’s eyes began to tear up. She had just wanted to please her brother. Why was he so angry? She hated the look on his face. She hated the way it made his face go wrinkly. It aged him. She had always wanted to meet her big brother. She was afraid he would go away now.
Peter didn’t know what to say. He just looked at Schuh. She had a sweet innocent face. It was almost child-like except for her cold eyes. He rbered was it was like to touch her, feel her cold skin against his. He hadn’t just fucked her; he had made love to her. It was crazy though, they had only met. Maybe their connection was instant and so strong because they were siblings. His anger melted just as quickly as it started. He was beginning to think that maybe that could be together here in London under and maybe they were meant for each other, not just as siblings, but as lovers.
Schuh moved from her lying position so that she was sitting up. She patted the bed next to her, indicating that Peter should sit next to her. He accepted the spot. She ran her hand through his curly brown hair and looked straight into his eyes.
“Are you alright?” She asked him
Peter didn’t say anything in reply. He just nodded. He was beginning to think that he would be able to come to terms with their relationship. He was already thinking about how much he wanted to feel Schuh’s body against his again. He looked at her pale naked body and cupped his hand around her small breast, caressing it softly. He positioned her so that she was lying down on her back. He positioned himself so his head was in line with her chest. He put his mouth to her pink nipple and began to nible on it gently. He flicked his tongue back and forth feeling her nipple grow erect under his tongue. Schuh tilted his head so the he was looking at her and kissed him passionately. In response Peter pushed his tongue further into his mouth.
“We should get some sleep. We’ll need to leave soon.”
As much as Peter wanted to continue playing with his sister’s body, he was exhausted and decided to get some sleep. He put his head on her bare chest and quickly fell asleep. He was much more exhausted than he had realised.
Schuh saw Peter drift off to sleep. She was exhausted, but knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep. Her head was chaotic with all the thoughts floating around. She couldn’t sleep with them. Schuh picked her mother’s diary from the floor and started reading the passages from the beginning. It was started recently, so Schuh didn’t have to read very far to find the pertinent information. The first ten or so pages spoke more about her mother’s past life in London over than her new one. She was sad, and Schuh could tell she missed her old life, and her son. Schuh thought her mother had loved London under. There was one passage which held most of the information Schuh needed. The beginning of the passage was smudged but Schuh was able to understand most of it.
“...vital to keep London under the way it is. I hope Schuh will understand why she was the one I had to give the key to. Without her, my beloved city will be in ruins. She will be able to bring my Peter, my darling, back to me. She has the key.”
Schuh paused reading and her hand automatically went to the necklace around her neck, which her mother had given her. She didn’t know why, but she did. It was a boxy shaped copper object on a brown leather string. Was this the key her mother was talking about? She didn’t understand what Peter had to do with this though.
“Nobody needs to know how the key works though. I will tell Schuh when the time comes. It will only bring danger to us all. Schuh doesn’t know it but she has the ability to release chaos and havoc on us if she wished to. Baggins is the only person who knows exactly what it is for. Schuh just has to rber the stories...”
Schuh knew the stories her mum was talking about, but didn’t know how they would help. Her mother used to tell her all sorts of stories when she was a little girl, and she loved them, but as she got older, she lost interest and would never want to hear them. She couldn’t rber them very well now. Schuh shook Peter awake.
“I am not sure why, but they need the key, and I have a feeling my necklace may be the key. I still don’t know much, but I know where we need to go next.”
“A key to what?” Peter asked sleepily.
“I don’t exactly know, but I am pretty sure we need to protect it if we are going to keep London under safe.”
Peter was about to say something in response, but they heard voices outside. It was Crespin and Vodder. Crespin had a distinctive voice. He sounded like a heavy smoker; deep and rough.
“Schei?e!” Schuh jumped out of bed and quickly put her clothes on, while muttering to herself in German. Peter did the same thing.
Schuh knew she would be able to give the two men a good fight, but wasn’t sure about Peter. He was slightly scrawny, and quite frankly looked like a typical London overer. Schuh grabed Peter by the hand and led him to the study where there was more than one exit; she didn’t want to be trapped in such a small room. Schuh picked up a poker by the small fireplace and handed it to Peter so he could defend himself. She then hurried out of the room.
Peter was left in the study by himself; his knuckles were white because he was gripping the poker so tightly. He began to feel nervous and jittery thinking Schuh may have left him, but there was no place she could have gone. He heard the front door open downstairs and the men come inside. Peter had never been in a fight before, and thought he would begin to feel an adrenaline rush but all he felt was fear, to the core of his body. He gripped the poker tighter as he heard footsteps come up the stairs. Peter held it like a baseball bat and swung it back ready to hit whoever came through the door.
Vodder came through the door first. Peter swung and hit him in the jaw, knocking him back a bit, but the hit was not as disabling as Peter thought it would be. He soon recovered and began to advance towards Peter again.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” Crespin said.
“Yeah, now we really want to hurt you.” Vodder added, smiling sadistically.
Then men began to inch closer to Peter who had no idea how to hit them. Schuh walked back into the study in time to see Peter hit Crespin with the poker. There wasn’t much force behind his swing and definitely not enough to harm either of the two men. Crespin and Vodder had their back to Schuh and were moving towards Peter, who in turn was moving backwards.
Schuh knew she had to act soon. She gripped the two knives she had in her hand very tightly and walked up behind the two men very quietly. When she was about a metre from them she threw a knife into Crespin back, causing him to drop to the ground unconscious. Vodder turned around, but before he could react Schuh threw the second knife into his forehead, causing him to join Crespin on the floor.
“I thought you’d left me.” Peter said.
“Of course not. We need to get out quickly, they are only temporarily dead. They will come back to life at some point; I just don’t know how long it takes.”
They walked out of the study. On the way, Peter took the knife out of Crespin’s back and put it in his pocket. The reality of the danger they were facing had finally hit Peter, he had almost been killed. “Where to now?” He knew they would be walking for a while, but he was almost too exhausted to. He just wanted to go back to his apartment and bring Schuh with him. He wanted them to spend all day making love and staring at her beautiful naked body.
“We’re going to see Baggins. It sounds as though he was working with my mother. He’ll know why we are in danger. We just need to hope Crespin and Vodder don’t figure out where we are going.”
They began walking through the intricate tunnels of London under towards the tavern where Schuh knew she would be able to find Baggins.
***
Schuh could hope, but Crespin and Vodder knew more than she did. They knew where she was headed and they also knew that the couple would most likely have to spend the night at the tavern, it would take them the rest of the day to get there, and they were probably exhausted.
Crespin had already recovered from being stabed; Peter pulling out the knife had sped up the process. His dumber half Vodder on the other hand hadn’t. To entertain himself, Crespin shape shifted into a girl with copper curls. He loved playing with them, and enjoyed the perks of being female for a short period of time. He was able to play with his beautiful pussy as well while he waited.
***
Schuh was beginning to get sick of waiting for Peter to catch up. He was slow and kept getting distracted. Every few miles, he would pull her towards a deserted area and try to fornicate. She just didn’t have time to deal with that. He needed to get his priorities straight and get to the tavern and then they may have time.
Peter knew he should have been looking at his strange surroundings, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Schuh. She was truly the most amazing woman he had ever met. He was so tired and his feet felt so heavy, each step was an effort.
It was always dark in London under, so Peter had lost all sense of time. It was always dark and usually poorly lit, especially in the less populated areas. Peter guessed they were getting close to the tavern because the empty tunnels soon became filled with chaos. There were so many people, and so many buildings. There were also all sorts of smells, which were overwhelming to Peter, but Schuh was immune to them.
There were all sorts of buildings and stalls at the edge of the tunnel. Most of the stalls sold strange things; Peter even thought he saw one selling rubish and another selling bizarre food which Peter couldn’t recognize.
They reached a two storey building which looked as though it had come from the Tudor times. The word Tavern was etched in the wood above the door. They went in and Schuh began to scan the room, looking for Baggins. It would have looked like an average English pub if it weren’t for the people in it. Many didn’t look human. It was also crowded and smoky; the smoking ban obviously hadn’t caught on in London under. There was a bar on the right hand side and ten small round tables crowded closely together; all filled with the various characters that made London under so unique. Most of the people were dressed in aged and out dated clothing. There were people that looked normal; others had additional extremities, or certain animal parts on their body. One man had blue skin and snakes as hair, causing him to look very similar to medusa.
Schuh wasn’t overwhelmed at all. These are the type of people she had known her whole life; the only type of people she had known. She finally spotted Baggins in the corner of the tavern. She grabed Peter’s hand and led him over. Schuh gave Baggins a hug. It was comforting to see someone so familiar to her.
“Baggins I need your help...” Schuh began.
Peter was too overwhelmed with the strangeness of the tavern to pay attention to what was being said. He began studying the faces of all the different people. His eyes locked on a beautiful girl with copper coloured curls. She was obviously a prostitute, but striking none the less. His mind was no longer thinking about Schuh’s sweet pussy, but had already begun to think about what it would be like to have this woman’s mouth around his aching cock.
She was leaning over a table talking to a man. Her ass stuck out in the air and her voluptuous breasts were pressed again the wooden table accentuating her cleavage. As Peter walked toward the girl and further away from Baggins, the noises in the pub drowned out the conversation he should have been listening to. The girl saw Peter approaching her and stood up straight, allowing their eyes to meet. Her face captivated him. It was beautiful and would have been flawless if it weren’t for her eyes; one blue one and one green one. When she was within arms reach, Peter pinched one of the copper curls between his index finger and thumb.
“Should we go to a room?” she whispered seductively.
Peter just nodded; there was no need to say anything. The girl took him by the arm and led him into one of the bedrooms on the second floor in one of London under’s finest establishments. The room was dark and modestly furnished with just a single bed and a chair in the room. The girl led him to the wooden chair and forcefully pushed his shoulders so that he was sitting on it.
The girl seductively slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders, allowing Peter to get a better view of her <breasts. She hitched her dress up on one side, showing off her smooth bare legs. She walked towards him and seductively swung her leg over his, so she was straddling his lap. She could feel the bulge of his hard cock in his jeans. She was fairly tall so Peter’s face was at the same level as her chest. He pulled her dress completely off her should and let it drop down to his waist. He grabed both of her large breasts in his hands as she let down and kissed him, spearing her long tongue into his mouth. She pulled away, leaving Peter with the taste of her last cigarette on his teeth.
She grabed the back of Peter’s head and brought it towards her breast. As he put one of her nipples in his mouth, she began to grind against him, causing his cock to harden anymore. Peter wanted to fuck her, but she wouldn’t let him. Not yet anyways. And he was going to get fucked, just not the way he imagined. He pulled away from her, ready to manoeuvre her to the bed. He wanted to fuck her ass while pulling those copper curls from behind.
When he looked up at her, he noticed something different. Something had changed but he couldn’t exactly place what it was. The change had been subtle; her eyes were rounder and jaw more pronounced.
“Why did you stop baby?” Her voice was no longer sweet; it was that of male; deep and raspy.
Peter instantly recognized that voice. It was Crespin. Peter pushed Crespin off of his lap and grabed the knife out of his pocket, getting ready to defend himself. All of the girl’s features began to change. In the excitement of the intimate moment with Peter, Crespin had lost all control of his shifting.
“Fuck.” He swore under his breath. Peter having a knife made it that much harder. But from what Crespin had seen, Peter was a sissy and his ass could easily be kicked, but before Crespin could do anything, Peter ran towards him and jabed the knife as hard as he could into his enemy’s stomach. Crespin dropped to the ground dead, for the second time that day.
Peter was shaken and quickly left the room to find Schuh, the woman he should have been with. He went to the ground floor of the tavern and looked around, unable to find his sister. Thinking she had found a room he went back upstairs and passed the room where Crespin laid dead on the floor before checking the other rooms.
In the third room, he was still unable to find her, but he could hear her laughter. He went out to the balcony which overlooked the back of the tavern. He saw Schuh sitting rather close to a man she was obviously familiar with. He sat down on a chair that was on the balcony and listened to what they were saying. He was jealous; he could tell that Schuh was intimate with this strange man.
“I talked to your father.” She said. “I now know why Peter and I are being hunted. See this necklace?” she indicated to the one around her neck. “It’s supposedly a key. A key that can somehow allow London under to be visible to London over. If that were to happen we would be exploited, become an attraction.”
“But why would Crespin and Vodder want to mix the two worlds?” Peter scowled as he saw the man stroke Schuh’s bare thigh. They were sitting close together on a chaise lounge, looking straight at each other.
“I am not exactly sure, neither was Baggins. Maybe they think they can get something out of exploiting us. Or maybe they want to do it for their own pure sadistic joy.” Schuh was obviously horrified at the thought.
Schuh’s hand began to caress the man’s cheek. Peter couldn’t see the passion in his sister’s eyes, a passion that hadn’t been there when they had made love earlier in the day. He saw their lips meet; they kissed each other deeply unaware that they were being watched. The man kissed her cheeks over to her ear lobe which he took in his mouth and nibled gently. Schuh began to moan quietly as he slipped his hand into her dress and began to rub her nipples. He undressed Schuh with his other hand.
Peter’s cock grew hard at the sight of his sister’s naked body. The man quickly removed his clothing and was obviously aroused. He remained seated on the chaise as Schuh straddled him, lowering herself so that his cock penetrated her wet cunt. She kissed the man as she slowly fucked him. Peter unzipped his jeans and lowered them so he could touch himself. He gripped his cock and began masturbating wishing it was Schuh’s hand around him. He rbered the way she had felt when they made love earlier.
Schuh continued to fuck the man with increasing speed. Their moaning increased along with the momentum as the man nibled and pinched her nipples. She would pull back as he pinched her. As she moved up and down, the man reached around and grabed Schuh’s ass, spreading her cheeks apart. He put his index finger in his mouth, lubricating it with his spit. He inserted his finger into her tight ass; hesitating before pushing it in. He began to finger her ass as she continued to fuck his cock. Peter wish he could have felt that tight hole. He wished he had stuck his prick in there and fucked her until she came.
The man’s grunt became louder as he thrust himself deeper into her cunt. His thrusts soon stop and Schuh collapsed into his arms. He had cum. Peter continued to wank ferociously as the couple below his rearranged themselves so Schuh was lying on the chaise with the man sitting on the end. He pushed a finger into her pussy. It went in with ease. He rubed her clit with one hand while fingering her with the other. He increased the tempo as he added a second finger, then a third. Schuh moans grew louder, turning into quiet screams as she was pounded by the man’s large fingers. Peter had to bit his lip to stop himself from moaning and giving away his presence.
The man pushed his fingers deep into her sopping cunt one final time with such force that Schuh screamed out. She came with the man’s fingers buried deep inside her, all the way to his knuckled. He leant down and kissed her gently, pulling his fingers up to her mouth, allowing her to taste her own juices. With one final movement Peter came, collapsing into the chair he was sitting in. He continued to stare at the scene below him. The man lay down and took Schuh into his arms. They fell asleep holding each other outside under his balcony.
Peter didn’t bother zipping up his pants yet. He just sat there, thinking. He began to feel hurt. Who was that man? It appeared to him that Schuh was willing to sleep with anyone, so maybe their time together didn’t actually mean as much to her as he had thought. It was then that Peter realised he really didn’t know his sister.
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