Ben 10 Porn Story: Counting Stars – Chapter 7

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Gwen let me go

Glancing downward, before gasping in horror, Gwen felt a surge of panic overtake her as found herself to be dangling from a broken rope bridge, one of her hands clinging onto part of the rope as her other was hanging down, holding onto Bens hand as he dangled, dangerously, over an open canyon.

No! she cried back, tears immediately flooding her eyes, tightening her grasp even further on his hand. Ill never let you go, Ben!

If you dont, well both fall, and Im not gonna let anything happen to you! So let go!

No!

Gwen

No

Gwen, I love you, but Im sorry

I love you, too Ben, and no, just hold on, just–

Wincing suddenly as she felt Ben dig his fingernails into the back of her hand, Gwen momentarily loosened her grip in surprise, allowing for the brown haired young to release his own grip, before plunging down into the canyon below, while leaving her free to be able to climb the rest of the rope and pull herself back up to safety.

BEN! Gwen cried out, reaching toward him in vain. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Opening her eyes as she awoke with a jolt, Gwen moved a hand to her forehead, before slowly rising up into a sitting position, feeling mildly surprised to find that she had been lying on a sofa.

Howd I end up in Uncle Carl and Aunt Sandras house?

Then, blinking rapidly, she suddenly recalled the events that had happened earlier that same morning: the strange spacecraft that had been seemingly following Ben had appeared just outside of the Rustbucket when the Omnitrix was taken out of hiding, before blasting the R.V. to bits and then coming after them as well, only stopping its pursuit when she herself had cleverly found a place to conceal the watch.

Speaking of which

Moving her hand down the front of her shirt, reaching into her bra to check on the watch, the auburn-haired girl gasped in fear, finding that it was no longer there.

Oh no! she said as she quickly jumped to her feet. Where could it have gone? Oh no

Turning around in circles as she stared down at the floor, as if looking to see if it had fallen out of her blouse somehow, Gwen felt a thrill of panic run through her. If the watch had indeed fallen out, then it was no longer in hiding, and it might draw attention to the place that it had fallen to.

Oh, youre up!

Jumping in surprise at the sound of Bens voice, Gwen quickly spun around to face him, before running up to him as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen, which was located just across from the living room.

Oh my gosh, you have to help me! she exclaimed, her hands moving to his shoulders as she reached him. Ben, the Omnitrix, Im sorry, but its gone! It must have fallen from my top somehow and–

Gwen, Gwen, hey, chill, its okay.

No it isnt! If its out in the open somewhere, itll just make that, that thing come back after it, and–

Its not out in the open.

And–wait, what? But, it was in my bra, and–

Shortly after you hid the watch, Ben began to explain, his hands moving to place over Gwens as he took hold of them and moved them down from his shoulders. You passed out. Grandpa speculates that it was just from fear and exhaustion, but either way, we brought you here, to my house, and I put you on the couch.

Oh I see Gwen replied, slowly nodding her head, taking note of the fact that Ben still had not released her hands after moving them, as he was now squeezing them gently with his own as he held them.

And yeah, my parents werent here, so I guess theyve gone out somewhere, but after I laid you down, Grandpa gave me instructions to get something to hide the Omnitrix in, before taking it from you and placing it inside, before giving it all to him, to go and do away with.

So the redhead replied tentatively, a small, faint, but very definite flush creeping up onto her face as she thought about what retrieving the watch must have entailed. You must have reached down my

yeah, I had to Ben confirmed, glancing away as he now released her hands, not wanting her to see the slight flush on his own face. I mean, I didnt touch anything I wasnt supposed to I just

Its okay, Ben, Gwen said quietly. Where did Grandpa take the watch anyway?

No idea really, the brown-haired young man admitted. Just somewhere he knew would be safe–thats really all he told me after I handed him the Omnitrix–held captive within an old pair of winter gloves this time.

Oh, okay, Gwen replied, before turning and walking away, heading for the living room staircase as her thoughts suddenly returned to the dream she had been having before coming to–the terrible, horrendous dream. Theres still a bath up on the second floor right?

Yeah, why?

I think I need to take one–either that or a shower–just something to calm me down if thats alright.

Oh, sure. Im sure Mom and Dad wouldnt care at all, and youre right–you did faint. Go ahead and take a nice bubble bath.

Thanks, Ben, Gwen said to him, looking back and giving him a smile, before heading on up the staircase.

Sighing slightly as he placed a hand over his heart, feeling it beat wildly within his chest, Ben walked on over to the sofa before plopping down onto it.

Im glad I managed to act cool about that he said aloud to himself as he thought of the task of retrieving the watch from his cousins bra.

Granted, he couldnt honestly say that he hadnt thought about Gwens more personal assets before, and more to the point, especially when he was off in dreamland, but this wasnt like that. He really did try to, as respectfully as possible, get hold of the watch without violating her–even if it did still cause him to feel as though he was entering cardiac arrest while doing so.

What to do now what to do ah my new game!

While some part of his mind knew that now wasnt exactly the most appropriate time to be thinking of his Sumo Slammer video game series, Ben decided, now as he ran up the stairs to head for his bedroom, that finding some way to occupy his mind was probably, all-in-all, for the best at the moment. Besides, he hadnt kicked any Sumo Slammer butt in months.

Humming to himself as he passed by his parents bedroom, Ben paused, coming to a stop when he heard a strange sound coming from the bathroom, which was supposedly being occupied by Gwen at the moment.

Why? he heard her cry out, causing to him move more closely to the door, before leaning his ear against the wood of it, attempting to hear her over the sound of the water as it undoubtedly filled the tub.

I cant lose him

Lose who? he wondered quietly to himself.

the dreams must mean something I cant stand it if they mean that I end up without him

“Oh…”

Wincing as he heard his cousin suddenly emit a loud, wailing, pain-filled sort of cry, Ben moved his hand to the door knob, knocking once at the wood paneling with his other hand, before opening the door up and stepping on into the bathroom without waiting for permission to do so. Moving a hand to cover his eyes, as he was not intending to perversely spy on Gwen as she was sat in the tub, Ben swallowed down a lump that had formed in his throat at the sounds of her sobbing, sounds that were far clearer now that he was actually within the room.

Wh-What are you d-doing in here? he heard her ask, to which he kept his hand over his eyes as he blindly moved toward what he believed to be the tub, before answering quietly, I heard you crying and came in to check on you sorry

Looking down at her own naked figure in the tub, Gwen moved to gather an armful of thick, piled up bubbles around her bosom, before answering,

You can uncover y-your eyes now, and dont be s-sorry its okay that you wanted to check on me.

Okay, Ben replied, slowly uncovering his eyes, before looking over at his cousin as she was sat in the tub, bubbles surrounding her and concealing her more private parts from view.

So tell me, why are you crying? he asked her, concern practically seeping from his tone of voice as he sat down on the edge of the tub, near the back of it, reaching across toward the pole against the wall to grab a washcloth, before dipping it down into the warm water of the tub.

The d-dreams Gwen answered shakily, feeling a bizarre sort of rush beginning to course throughout her veins as she felt Ben place the dampened cloth to her back, before starting to wash her.

Did you have another one? he questioned, slowly moving the cloth up and down and all over back, not missing an inch of it, before moving it up to begin washing at her neck as well.

Mhm the redhead confirmed, although she found that her crying was, for whatever the reason, beginning to come to a stop. It wasnt exactly like any of the o-others Ive had before, but itended the same as it almost always does

Thinking back to the first time Gwen had told him of her dreams, Ben hesitated for a moment, before replying,

So it ended with me saying your name and then dying?

Also remembering back to the first dream that she had described to him, the strange new sensation still present within her as she felt him now wash at her shoulders, Gwen also hesitated for a moment, before feeling compelled to do something she had always sworn she wouldnt do, which was to tell her cousin the true entirety of the dreams tragic ending.

Not really she said, chewing at the corner of her lip.

What? Ben questioned, still washing her, now focusing on her arm.

Well, she corrected, with a sigh. Sort of really

Im sorry, Gwen I dont think I understand what youre trying to say.

Closing her eyes as she felt Ben move the cloth over, to instead wash down her other arm, the redhead hesitated for a moment longer before conceding,

I left something out when I first told you about that dream.

Really? he replied, moving a hand to lift up her hair as he washed back over her neck again.

Yes

Well, what did you leave out?

Her breathing now shaky, from a mixture of nervousness and whatever else it was that Bens presence had brought upon her, Gwen chewed on her lip a bit more, before answering quietly, You didnt only just say my name

Ben what happened? Gwen choked out as she dropped to her knees beside him on the muddy, bloody battlefield, her hands moving to lift his head and rest it on her lap as she spoke to him. Was it…?

It was the green-eyed young man confirmed, though neither had specified exactly what it was in the first place, before he slowly began closing his eyes.

No, no, now stay with me, Ben, she said to him, beginning to cry, the tears falling suddenly, hard and fast from her eyes, before splashing down on his dirty, scratched up face. Come on, dont leave me like this!

Gwen, I just want you to know I love you

Feeling even more tears well up in her eyes at this, Gwen moved her face down closer to Bens, feeling absolutely hopeless as she watched him slip away. I love you too

Now glancing down at her own naked figure again, Gwen moved to cross her arms over her bosom, covering herself as she noticed how much the bubbles had dissipated since she had first gathered them up as a shield. Feeling sure that her face was flushed with a nice, red color, an effect of her confession, she swallowed slightly, before keeping her face turned downward. She had never felt more scared in her entire life as she did now–how stupid was she, to actually tell him the entire truth?

Feeling Ben slowly stop his washing of her back, Gwen surreptitiously glanced sideways and then back a bit, wondering how exactly he himself was handling the revelation.

You know what? she finally heard him say another moment later, finally looking up and glancing over toward him, only to find that he had left, and was re-approaching, the tub, this time with a towel in his hands.

What? she replied, her voice almost as quiet as a whisper as she spoke.

I have a dream confession too well several dream confessions

Glancing back down again at this, Gwen leant forward, reaching to unplug the drainage hole at the bottom of the tub, before re-folding her arms over her chest and slowly standing, watching Ben unfold and hold out the towel at about her waist level as she did so, so that not only was her upper body covered, but her lower body was concealed as well.

Thanks she said to him, before reaching and taking the towel, quickly draping it about herself and covering up, noticing that Ben had closed his eyes when she went to take it from him in the first place.

You can look now, she said as she secured the towel around herself and stepped out onto the tiled bathroom floor.

Opening his eyes again, Ben bent down, gathering up Gwens clothes and undergarments and handing them to her, before walking over to the door to leave the room, but not without first saying,

So, Ill be in my room if you wanna hear about my dreams

Okay, Gwen answered, her voice still very quiet as she spoke. Im just gonna get dressed, and then Ill be in there.

Okay, good, Ben answered, offering her a small smile, before leaving the room and closing the door behind himself, leaving the redheaded Tennyson to ponder what sort of revelations her cousin would have to tell her himself.