Ben 10 Porn Story: The 7 Things I Like About You – Chapter 8

Juice Stash

Huffing in an aggravated fashion, her hair a complete mess, her clothes dirty, and the absolute essence of her being smelling of an odor comprised of wet dirt and grub worms, Gwen Tennyson lazily climbed the stairs that led into the rust bucket.

I hate you she mumbled as she passed by Ben, who was sitting in the drivers seat, leaning back as he took a sip of something from a cup, before pausing and turning, narrowing her eyes as she got a better look at him.

So I guess you found something to drink that replaced your precious juice?

Mhm, he answered at once with a nod, although he seemed a bit nervous for some reason. I did. So how were the grub worms?

Glaring at her cousin as she watched him take a long sip from his cup, Gwen gritted her teeth and answered,

Just peachy

Awesome, Ben answered, sighing contentedly as he moved his cup down, revealling a purple stain on his upper lip.

Blinking once, Gwens lethargy suddenly seemed to leave her as she thrust her arm forward, her hand seizing the cup from her cousin before moving to her own lips, where she took a slight sip.

this is the juice she concluded, looking puzzled as she lowered the cup once more. But, you said I drank the last of itand I thought I had, too

Quickly moving back to the fridge, Gwen pulled open the door, sticking her head inside the cold box, looking all over, but not spotting even a hint of a juice container.

No, that isnt the juice at all, she heard Ben say from somewhere behind her. You must be imagining it, because you were the one to get the last of it.

Just as she had finished listening to what Ben had to say, Gwens eye caught sight of the yellow-colored milk jug on the top shelf, only to notice that its lid was slightly off-center. Pulling it toward her, she took it off, before glancing downward, seeing not white, creamy milk inside the container, but a liquidy, purple substance instead.

you had a secret stash of juice all this time? she asked quietly, before replacing the lid and pushing it back to the back of fridge.

Imsorry? Ben replied, watching as his cousin slowly turned to look at him, anger in her eyes.

I am going to hurt you, she announced simply, before lunging at him.

Dont be angry! he called out, ducking and dodging her attack, before running back toward the end of the R.V.

Do you mean to tell me, Gwen shouted back at him as she gave chase. I just spent all afternoon out there with Grandpa, fishing for worms, all because I drank your juice, even though you still had plenty secretly put away?!

Opening his mouth to retort, Ben paused, narrowing his eyes as he paid no attention to the fact that Gwen had him cornered at the back of the vehicle, but instead at the fact that there was something crawling at her neck and shoulder.

Uhm, Gwen, he began, but he was cut off when she suddenly clasped her hand to his mouth.

No–I dont care what excuses you have, Ben. I am going to make you pay for this, and right now.

But he said, his voice mumbled against her palm.

Im sick of your sneaky little ways, you nasty little weasel.

Gwensomethingcrawling he murmured again.

So now, the redhead continued on, oblivious. Any last words?

Gasping the second Gwen moved her hand away, Ben blurted out,

Spider!

Blinking, and looking thoroughly nonplussed, Gwen arched one of her eyebrows.

huh?

On you! Ben announced, pointing toward her neck. Theres a spider!

Gwen paused for a split-second, glancing over to the side, before noticing that something was indeed crawling near her shoulder. Giving a terrible, blood-curdling scream, one that made Ben legitimately cringe, the redhead began spinning around in circles, swatting at her own neck.

Stand still! Ben shouted at her, but she didnt listen, and instead continued to flail about.

Girls he muttered, shaking his head slightly, before quickly lunging forward, tackling and pinning Gwen to the floor, before easily flicking the arachnid from her neck with his thumb and forefinger.

I-Is it gone? she asked, her voice sounding frantic.

Yes, Ben replied lamely, rolling his eyes as he stood up again, before offering his hand to Gwen and pulling her up as well. It is gone.

Good, Gwen said, looking back at her cousin, before suddenly bursting into laughter, completely catching him off-guard.

Wh-why are you laughing?

I was just thinking she said, in-between waves of giggling. Ive been up against horrible, foreign aliens from other planets since Ive been on this trip with you, but still that spider was enough to freak me out.

Now laughing slightly himself, Ben shrugged slightly, before answering,

Yeah, I know. What would you do without me?

I really, really dont want to know, Gwen murmured truthfully, slight patches of pink appearing on her cheeks, even as her laughter began to subside. I mean, yeah, youre a dweeb who infuriates me, but Id hate to not have you around, you know

Glancing away slightly, noticing the refrigerator again, Gwen quickly shook her serious-demeanored thoughts from her mind, before turning back around, making a fist with one of her hands.

Now, if memory serves me right, I was about to pulverize you for that juice stunt.

But, but, wait! Ben exclaimed, putting his hands up, as if in surrender, before using one of them to gesture toward a nearby wall calendar. Have you not checked the date yet today?

Narrowing her eyes slightly, Gwen shook her head, before murmuring to herself,

of courseApril Fools day

Yeap, Ben replied, now grinning as he placed his hands behind his head. I only pretended to be angry about the juice–you having to do the grub worms thing was only an added bonus. But seriously, if you want the rest of that juice in the milk jug, go for it. I dont actually care about it, hehe. Although, I wouldnt mind if first you continued on you know, telling me about how you want me around? It sounded kinda nice.

Did it? Gwen replied, her cheeks still a bit pink. Well guess what? April Fools! I could care less about you. Duh. Youre just my dweeby cousin, why should I care at all? Now if youll excuse me, Mr. Prankster, I need to shower this grub worm smell away.

Waiting until his cousin had closed the bathroom door behind herself, Ben smirked, glancing away.

You dont care about me at all huh? One thing I like about you, Gwen not that you can hear me now, and not that youll ever know, butI think its so hilarious that youre such a bad liar.

Oh? Gwen thought to herself from inside the bathroom, having just overheard her cousins words. Well, one thing I like about you I guess you can see right through me at timesand I dont mind one bit.