Wonders: Another BenXGwen novel
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Gwen couldn't understand why boys were so obsessed over one particular part of the female anatomy.
And as much of a smart and mature boy Ben was –yes, being with Gwen for a few years will do that to you- he still found himself enticed by the rather bountiful amount of opportunities that he couldfind in the hotel's swimming pool.
She found herself leering reproachfully at him for every time he gulped, knowing he was either looking at a girl leaning backwards to take something while dressed only in a bikini or for some other reason.
"Ben Tennyson, you're drooling!" Gwen hissed, elbowing him on the stomach, which was honestly, rather firm. Oh, those fine abs of his…Thank God for Grandpa's training…
Gwen then shook her head, appalled that she was thinking of such thoughts.
Then Ben looked at her and wrapped his arm around her, smiling as he kissed her head.
"Sorry Gwen, I couldn't help but look. But you'll always come first in my mind," he whispered into her ear, and all was forgiven.
"Don't go getting all soft on me, Ben. I told you that we're not a couple yet," she said, crossing her arms.
"Ah, but with you saying 'yet', it just means it'll be a matter of time, no?" he asked cheekily, Gwen harrumphing at him.
"Okay, okay," Ben said, pulling her even closer. It was then did he realize that he was practically skin-to-skin with Gwen, her warm body dangerously close to his.
He decided to take advantage of this and pull her even closer, her bare shoulder pressing against his side.
Gwen frowned for a second before wrapping her arm around him, figuring that Ben just wanted to show a little affection to her, regardless of their relationship.
But Ben had an ulterior motive. He always does. Hugging her close, he could feel her soft, supple mounds pressing against him, and he smiled silly-ly because of that.
Gwen on the other hand tried her best to resist running her hands all the way across his lean body, wanting to admire that strong physique.
Ben wasn't heavily muscular like other guys, but he had a fine tone to him that Gwen appreciated.
"Ben…I'm sorry I turned you down like that earlier…" she said, resting her head on his shoulder as they both continued to walk to the benches.
"What's with the apologies, Gwen?" Ben asked as he sat down on one of the benches, Gwen mimicking the motion.
"I just felt bad about it all of a sudden," she shrugged, leaning back to enjoy the sun.
Ben took full advantage of the situation to admire her wondrous frame as she pulled her sunglasses over her eyes, oblivious to Ben's gazes.
"So are you gonna jump in the pool or what?" Ben asked, looking as her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took.
"Maybe later, Ben. You can head on first," she said, stretching out.
Ben almost felt a nosebleed coming as the thin green fabric stretched itself along with Gwen, and gawked when he thought he saw something poking slightly at the tip of Gwen's bikini top.
Keep it together, Tennyson!
Ben looked away with a red tinge on his face, trying to straighten out his pants. He took once glance at it and gulped. He was already quite turned-on by Gwen, and had no way to get rid of it.
Unless…
"Hey Gwen? I'm going to take a quick dip, okay?" he asked, getting up as Gwen murmured her answer.
"Mm...Sure..." she said, half-asleep.
Ben then jumped into the pool, startling some girls that were playing with a beach ball. When he surfaced, those girls leered at him, water dripping from their wet hair.
"Sorry ladies," he said, winking and giving his trademark Ben Tennyson smirk. That instantly sent some of the girls into giggling fits.
Ben then turned away and began to swim, the cold water still constricting his lungs. He knew that a cold shower worked best against those kinds of situations, so a cold swim was no different.
But the images of Gwen's body flashed across his mind countless times, making the teen almost unable to swim properly.
Oh man…Ben groaned, getting out of the pool, fearing he'll drown sooner or later.
Plopping back down on his chair, he turned to see Gwen yawning.
"Sleepy, dear?" he asked, Gwen biting her bottom lip. "Don't push your luck, Ben," she said, the boy resisting a laugh.
Then he got an idea. "Hey, Gwen, look over there," he said, getting up to look walk to the poolside.
What, what is it?" Gwen asked, taking off her sunglasses as she got up to stand next to Ben.
"What is it, dweeb? I don't see anything," she said, hands on her hips.
"Oh, my bad, then," Ben said, stifling a chuckle. And with that, he pushed her into the pool.
He heard Gwen squeal for a split-second before the louder splash drowned it out –literally.
Clutching onto his sides as he laughed hard, Ben pointed out a humiliating finger at Gwen as she burst out of the water.
"Benjamin Tennyson!" she yelled, Ben only continuing to laugh at her.
Growling, she then snapped her fingers.
Ben didn't know what happened until it was too late. His feet seemed to suddenly jerk up without him even moving it before he flipped –literally- into the water.
Surfacing, he could hear the wonderful laugh that he knew could only come from Gwen.
"You used magic! No fair!" Ben seethed, but not loud enough for the other people around to hear.
Gwen only stopped laughing to smile sweetly at him. "You use what you got, babe," she said, winking.
The boy sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, drying it slightly. He knew he could never stay angry at her. It was a 2nd nature already.
Ben then swam closer to Gwen, planning something in his mind.
Gwen only tilted her head sideways in curiosity as Ben waded closer to her. Then she almost yelped as Ben embraced her in the water.
"B-Ben!" she gasped as her cousin wrapped his arms around her, their almost-fully bare skins touching each other's beneath the cold water.
"Let go of me, you dweeb!" she hissed, trying to let herself go from him, but failing miserably.
"Struggling only makes me hug tighter," he reasoned, running his hands through her back. She stifled a moan as Ben's touch proceeded to such unexplored spaces.
"Feeling good, aren't we?" he cooed, his smooth strong voice only making things far more complicated.
"Not in public, dweeb…" she moaned.
Ah…gotcha.
"So you want us to go to somewhere more…private?" he asked, his left hand squeezing her rear.
"Mnhn! Ben~!" she pleaded, almost powerless in his custody.
"I'm sorry, Gwen. But I know you're enjoying this as well," Ben said wistfully, but still smiling sweetly at her.
"What makes you say that?" she asked, biting her bottom lip. She was trying to defend herself, then.
"Your left leg's wrapped around me," Ben whispered tentatively.
Gwen's eyes widened as she realized that Ben was right. She didn't even notice her left leg around Ben, bridging whatever gap that existed between them.
She then looked away, blushing deeply. Ben knew her previous actions were done by instinct, so he only smiled wider as he kissed her once on the cheek.
"Y'know Gwen, you're so cute when you're like that," Ben said, Gwen pouting.
"Oh shaddup," she muttered, still red.
The brown-haired teen only laughed as he brushed Gwen's hair with one of his hands.
Gwen noticed that it meant that Ben had slightly loosened his grip on her, but she was now beyond intending to escape.
She flexed her arms a little, freeing her hands which she used to cup Ben's face, catching him by surprise.
"Huh? Gwen?" he said as Gwen then pulled him into a kiss.
It wasn't as hormonal or as feisty as their other ones, but Ben appreciated it nonetheless.
Gwen was kissing Ben with such soft tenderness that he couldn't help but just respond with his arms softly wrapped on her hips.
The pool itself was shallow enough that it reached for both cousins' chests only.
When the kiss ended, Gwen looked around to see that no other people were staring at them, nor were there any who were the least fazed by 2 people kissing right in the middle of the pool.
"So does this eliminate the yet factor?" he asked with a grin as he let go of her, Gwen hitting him on the shoulder again.
"I didn't say anything about that, dweeb," she said, taking out her tongue at him.
"Aww…that's my Gwen," he said, pulling her closer to him again.
"Ah, not so fast, Ben!" she said, sidestepping as Ben lunged for her, making him fall face-first into the water.
When he surfaced again, he could hear the laughter once more.
"Not funny, Gwen," he said, shaking his head to get rid of the water.
"Hey, we're even," she said, playfully pointing out a finger at him.
"Even?" Ben asked reproachfully, running his hand through his hair. "I got doused twice, woman!"
Gwen only laughed, swimming a little closer to Ben.
"You came onto me in the middle of a crowded pool and seduced me, Ben. I think that getting doused twice is an adequate compensation, wouldn't you agree?" she asked, her beautiful eyes staring seductively at him.
"Well I for one am not going let this deed go unpunished, my dear naïve cousin," Ben retorted with a grin, grabbing Gwen firmly on the shoulders again.
This time she didn't resist him, more over her grin widened when he bridged the distance between them once again.
"Don't you ever get bored of doing this routine?" she asked with a giggle, Ben frowning a little.
"What? You're already bored of me sweeping you off your feet?" he asked, his red-headed cousin laughing softly.
"No, not that, dummy. I'm just telling you to try something new, for goodness sake," Gwen replied with another tinkle.
Yet another sly thought crossed Ben's mind as he then carried Gwen towards the deeper –and more empty- area of the pool.
"Ben? What are you doing?" she asked, the boy merely shrugging.
"Trying something new," he said before pressing her gently against the wall, the water almost reaching their necks.
"By what? Making out with me in the deeper area?" she asked, half-chuckling.
"In a way," he said as he kissed her gently. And with that, one of his hands softly caressed her right breast, Gwen's shriek muffled by the contact of Ben's lips to hers.
"Mmm! Mmm!" she struggled as Ben ran his hands further over his cousin's breasts, making her moan with each gentle stroke.
When he finally broke the kiss, Gwen almost wanted to yell at him before he placed a finger on her soft, smooth lips.
"Sssh…just enjoy the ride, won't ya?" he asked, Gwen then scowling.
"How dare you touch me like that, Benjamin Kirby Tennyson!" she hissed, soft enough to go unheard to anyone else near the pool.
"What? Don't tell me you didn't like it," he said, looking at her suspiciously.
"It's not that, dumbass!" she growled, hitting him on the chest, the water dampening her blow. "You molested me, you pervert!"
"Technically~" Ben said, wrapping himself around her. "Since we're a couple, it's more like me feeling you up, innit?"
Gwen leered at him as her face turned red yet again. "We're not a couple," she said icily.
"Yes we are," Ben said in singsong, pulling her head closer to his.
"No we're not," she retorted, this time in a much weaker tone.
"Oh yes we are," he said, his breath tickling her nose as she could barely keep her eyes open.
"No…We're…not…" she fought back one last time before Ben's lips came into contact for the umpteenth time with hers.
Unlike the previous 2 kisses, this one was rather ferocious in nature, Ben's tongue fighting against Gwen's as the both ran their hands shamelessly around each other's bodies, the water's reflection obscuring their obscene acts.
Ben then massaged Gwen's breasts firmly, her soft moans barely escaping her lips as Ben wouldn't even let go of her lips with his.
"Mmm…Ben…" Gwen moaned as she stroked the fabric between Ben's legs, sending shivers down his spine.
"Mmm…did I hit a soft spot?" she asked, Ben ceasing his actions as Gwen began to massage that particular area in earnest.
"Ah, hey, no fair…" he groaned, Gwen giggling sultrily.
"You took advantage of me, now I'm returning the favor, babe," she said, Ben unable to proceed further as Gwen practically squeezed him.
"Gah!" he winced.
Gwen paused for a second as she felt the bulge in Ben's swimming shorts grow larger, to her surprise.
He's not fully aroused yet? She thought.
"Ohoho, so the little boy hasn't fully grown yet, eh?" she asked teasingly, much to Ben's chagrin.
"Ow! Hey, since when have you been so controlling?" Ben asked, the auburn-haired girl only giggling.
"Oh Ben, you asked for trouble, so I'll give you trouble," she said with a smirk.
Ben only moaned softly as Gwen fondled him further, restricting his state of mobility.
"Gwen, this isn't funny…" Ben warned, Gwen kissing his bottom lip.
"Mmm…I know, dear…This isn't funny. It's just fun," she said, and put one of Ben's hands onto her breasts.
Looking questioningly at her, Gwen only pouted sexily at him. "Oh c'mon, you can't expect yourself to be the only one getting something outta this, can you?"
Ben couldn't figure whether to count it in as a good thing or not, what with the lines that separated them both beginning to fade away very quickly…
But the brown-haired boy decided that it didn't matter. Gwen was his right here and right now, and that was all that mattered. Nothing else did, not for that small window of time they had.
And with that, Ben unclasped Gwen's bikini in one fell motion, and that made all the difference.
Regrets would have to come later. Right now Ben was having fun with his cousin.
Good, clean, fun.