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A Charmed Life	By : GrayNeko Category: +1 through F > Ben 10 Views: 75608 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Ben 10, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Gwen sat at the one table in the Rustbucket, happily listening to music and typing away. She was glad to be able to relax, the past 24 hours her guts had been twisted into knots. She never thought she’d be so happy to have her annoying cousin around though as usual he couldn’t go a second without making life difficult. She was referring to the fact that he had managed to get Charmcaster to join them, which she was still trying to wrap her head around as to the how. She seemed sincere but Charmcaster had fooled Gwen before by pretending so Gwen was only willing to trust the teenager so far. Gwen just wished she knew all the details of what happened between Ben and Charmcaster, Charmcaster appeared genuinely happy when Ben was around and Ben was even weirder than usual whenever she got close.
That thought began to turn gears in Gwen’s head, as much as she’d rather not admit it she knew her cousin pretty well and he only acted weird around a girl when he liked her. Gwen’s hands paused over her keyboard, that couldn’t be it, could it? She glanced over her shoulder towards the back of the camper, watching the privacy curtain like it would reveal everything to her. Gwen lifted one of her headphones off and her ear strained for any sound, even Ben snoring.
What was that? A groan? They had both been pretty beat up when they came back, Charmcaster had admitted as much. That sound didn’t mean anything (and yet there was a gnawing curiosity in Gwen’s gut that told her to make sure it really wasn’t anything). She slid her headphones the rest of the way off and stood up slowly, wary of the creaks and squeaks the old vehicle was prone to making. She crept her way towards the curtain, listening for any more sounds and discerned muffled moans and sighs. She froze, waiting with held breath and the sounds came again, this time she could tell they were from two people and there were bodies shifting.
Her heart was beginning to pound as she moved forward, she had to know what they were doing even as she was trying to fight the mental image her mind was painting. She reached the curtain and pressed herself to the wall, using one hand pull the curtain open enough for her to peer through with one eye and the other to block any light from getting through.
For a few seconds all she saw was darkness and then her eyes went wide at the sight of Ben between Charmcaster’s legs. Gwen’s mind nearly shutdown as she reeled from what she saw but she still couldn’t help seeing everything. Charmcaster was naked from the waist down and her breasts were exposed, her nipples were stiffened peaks. Ben was on his knees performing cunnilingus and Charmcaster was moaning and gasping, her legs wrapped around Ben.
Gwen wanted to look away but her gaze was locked on her cousin and former nemesis. The way they touched each other wasn’t what she expected, (did she really have any expectations at all?) they weren’t fumbling and nervous. They knew each other’s bodies and every motion was passionate, it set Gwen’s heart to racing. Why did she feel this way?
As Gwen watched with heavy breath Charmcaster’s whole body tensed and then sagged, the look on her face one of euphoria. Did Ben just make her come? With his mouth? Gwen unconsciously began to grind her legs together as she felt heat growing between her legs.
She couldn’t say she was surprised when Ben began to tease Charmcaster’s body, he couldn’t do anything without being an annoying jerk in some way. Still, the way he touched Charmcaster had Gwen biting her lip to suppress a moan as her body ached to be touched the same way. Her nipples were stiff under the fabric of her shirt, every brush sent a twinge through her and she could no longer deny the heat between her legs as dampness began to stain her pants.
Before she realized it her hand blocking the light fell away and slid down her body. She ran her fingers over a nipple and stifled a gasp as the sensitive flesh responded with almost ticklish delight. She pulled up her shirt to expose her nipple and when she squeezed it between her fingers her knees felt weak.
All throughout the exploration of her body her gaze never left Ben and Charmcaster. They whispered to each other and then she watched Ben drop his pants. She had seen a penis before, in a Sex Ed class and in videos that Ben had thought he had deleted from her laptop, but those weren’t the same as seeing her cousin’s erect and throbbing member.
She only caught a glimpse of it before Ben was on top of Charmcaster, thrusting into her like an animal. Gwen sank to her knees in shock. Ben was a kid her age, her exact age, so she was having a hard time reconciling that with the way he was fucking Charmcaster.
“Ah… I ah… love you.”
Gwen froze as Charmcaster uttered those words. Love? Charmcaster? With Ben? The thought made her dizzy but she still couldn’t look away. Ben didn’t seem so surprised, in fact he seemed pleased as he leaned over her. She couldn’t make out what he said to her but she could guess as Charmcaster cried out, “My ass! I want your cum in my ass!”
Gwen wasn’t sure why that outburst made her even more flushed than she was but it did and then she was caught up in watching Ben spread Charmcaster’s legs and penetrating her ass. Her grip on the curtain was like a vice as her other hand traveled lower, dipping into her pants and beneath her panties. She had experimented down there before but it had only been a clinical examination after overhearing some older girls at school.
Now her vagina was slick with her own juices and almost unbearably hot. She rubbed at her lips and gasped as the pleasure that shot through her made her glad she wasn’t standing. In a matter of moments her fingers were slippery with her juices and she was panting softly.
Gwen’s focus was brought back to Ben and Charmcaster as the silver haired witch repositioned herself so she was on her side.
“Well, are you going to just stand there or are you going to fuck me?”
Gwen almost cringed at the tone she used. She knew from past experiences that Ben did not take challenges lightly and this time was no different as Ben seemed to attack Charmcaster.
Gwen was rubbing herself more vigorously as Ben’s pace picked up and Charmcaster’s mouth hung open in soundless cries of passion. Gwen didn’t know if she wanted to be in Charmcaster’s place or join her cousin in making her cry out in sexual bliss (and that she desired both disturbed her more than anything).
Gwen’s whole body suddenly stiffened as she curled her middle finger, sliding it inside her. What really pushed her over the edge though was watching Ben and Charmcaster and catching sight of their clasped hands, fingers entwined together. She finally let go of the curtain if only to clap her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out as she climaxed. Her body sagged against the wall of the Rustbucket as she took several deep breaths trying to slow her racing heart.
“Do you want the shower first?”
Gwen’s eyes had nearly been shut but at hearing that they shot wide open. She hurried to her feet, her hand flying out of her pants as her mind raced.
“Why don’t we take one together?”
Gwen darted to the bathroom, that would keep them in the back for a minute, and they wouldn’t see what a mess she was. She slammed the door shut behind her and leaned against it, once more trying to calm her wildly beating heart. The floor of the Rustbucket creaked ever so slightly, signaling someone’s approach. Gwen pushed off the door and bent over the sink, turning the water on full blast. She ran her hands under the water before cupping them together and splashing water on her face.
“Gwen?”
She hesitated before answering, trying to calm herself and failing as her voice cracked, “What?”
“Are you okay?”
Now he asks her that? Couldn’t he have had the decency to ask her before he decided to fuck Charmcaster in the back of the Rustbucket? She splashed more water in her face before standing up and examining herself in the mirror. Her face was still quite flushed and there was an obvious damp spot on the crotch of her pants that made her grimace.
“I’m…” She searched for something to say but could only finish with an unconvincing, “fine…”
She couldn’t stay in the camper, she didn’t want to see anymore of what they might do and there was no way she was going to risk either of them finding her in her current state.
“But I think I’m going to go for a walk, get some fresh air,” She added, trying to keep her voice steady and succeeding even though she still felt nowhere near as calm as she wanted to be.
“Okay, have fun with that.”
Gwen could have laughed if Ben’s obliviousness wasn’t so sad sometimes. But she could hear the creak in the floor that signaled he had moved away from the curtain and so she moved to quickly leave the proximity of the Rustbucket, shutting the door to the motor-home with more force than she intended to.
Her feet carried her swiftly towards the nearby tree line and once the camp site was no longer visible she stopped. The strength seemed to leave her limbs and she fell back, leaning against the trunk of a large weeping willow before sinking to rest against its roots. It felt good to sit in the tree’s shade with the cool earth sapping at the heat of her body. She tilted her head back and sighed, finally feeling relaxed enough to think.
What was she going to do? There was no chance she could ignore what she saw, especially given how it had affected her. That also made it harder for her to consider the most obvious course of action, tell Grandpa. If she did that then Ben would hate her. Despite all their bickering and teasing Gwen didn’t hate her cousin, at the worst of times she tolerated him but generally he was almost a brother to her. That would no longer be the case if she went to their grandfather, he would despise her and that thought created a sour lump in her gut. Considering that Charmcaster had tried to kill Gwen in the past she was pretty sure the witch would hate her too, and there was no familial bond to keep her from trying again.
There were other things to think about beyond how the two of them would react. If Charmcaster was serious about making a better life for herself then Gwen was ruining her chance of that before it had even really begun. It’s true that sleeping with Ben was a peculiar first step but it wasn’t like she was taking advantage of Ben, if what she had seen was any indication (not to mention they were both minors and she wasn’t quite sure how the law worked in that regard). But the core of why she didn’t think she could approach Grandpa was something even more important. What if they really were in love with each other? Did she have any right to destroy that?
Gwen thumped her hand against one of the tree roots in frustration. What the hell was Ben thinking getting involved with Charmcaster? If they wanted to fuck like animals then it should be them out here in the woods, not her. Gwen instantly regretted that thought as her cheeks grew flushed picturing Ben and Charmcaster rutting against a tree. Why did the thought of them excite her so badly? And why couldn’t they have a normal relationship like other kids their ages, with simple hand holding and being annoyingly cute?
The more she thought about it though the more it began to make sense. What was normal about Ben or Charmcaster? Or her for that matter? As she began to come to grips with Ben and Charmcaster being together another thought occurred to her, what would happen if they were discovered all on their own? It was going to happen, she realized, especially if they kept carrying on like they were. The various outcomes she imagined weren’t pretty, especially given how stubborn and stupid Ben could be.
As she sat there watching the wind blow the draping branches of the willow tree it became clear she had only one course of action; she was going to have to help those two idiots.
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Max sat at a desk in the local public library, idly tapping a pencil against a newspaper. Before him sat a computer, on the screen was a forum for alien conspiracy enthusiasts. He had just posted a new thread with the heading ‘Plumbing the depths of Conspiracies’ and was waiting for the right person to take notice.
He didn’t have to wait long before a message window popped up telling him the computer was undergoing a scan. It wasn’t part of any program on the computer and that meant he had found who he was looking for. He pulled out a set of headphones with a mic on them, the grey haired beauty at the help desk had lent them to him after a little sweet talking. He plugged them in just as the program finished scanning the computer and opened up a new window, the earphones crackling softly as they began to receive audio.
“Who is this?” The voice was filtered and distorted to hide its owner’s identity.
Max smiled as he adjusted the microphone so he wouldn’t have to speak loudly.
“Hey, Worm, it’s your old pal, the Hero of the Horsehead Nebula.”
“Max?” The distortion was suddenly gone and the voice became that of an older man clearly raised in the South. “I thought you were retired.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t chat up an old pal when I want.”
Worm snorted on his end, “Chat my hairy ass, if you wanted to talk you’d just pick up a phone instead of coming to me like this. What do you want, you old space dog?”
“Calling in a favor. Need you to look up a file on a planet side offender, goes by Charmcaster.”
There was no immediate response but Max waited patiently, resting his hands on his stomach until his Plumber colleague responded with a whistle of surprise.
“Damn Max, what do you want with this kid? She’s got a rap sheet nearly a mile long. See for yourself.”
Another window popped up, this one a digital copy of Charmcaster’s arrest record along with all the charges filed against her. It did make for one ugly resume Max thought as he rubbed at his chin. “It’s a long story that I’ll tell you one day over a barbeque, but for now do you think you can hide this from all standard law enforcement and government systems?”
“Sure but I would like to say for the record that that does not seem like a good idea.”
“Consider this her parole. Is there anything about any family in her file?”
“No parents on record. It mentions an uncle that she broke out of prison but there’s nothing about him being her legal guardian,” Worm replied, sensing what Max really wanted to know.
“Okay, thanks Worm. If you could prep a false background as well, I’d appreciate that. I’ll give you a call to let you know which files should be put back.”
“Sure thing Max, and hey, call anytime for whatever. It’s boring working with all these government stiffs. Worm out.”
The various programs that had been open closed and disappeared just as quickly as they had come and Max was left staring at a blank screen. He returned the headphones with a smile and a wink and made his way outside where the public library was one of the four sides of the town square.
Getting back to the camp site was going to take at least half an hour if he couldn’t catch a ride back that way. However he realized that with another mouth to feed he would need to get some groceries. It was a shame this was such a small town, there’d be no luck getting any good grubs or worms unless they had a bait shop hidden away somewhere.
He was heading toward a mom-and-pop grocery store he had passed on his way in to town when he realized he was being followed. He didn’t alter his pace or give any sign he was aware of the tail as he considered what to do. There was a small repair shop up ahead with a large front window to display the kinds of goods that the owner could fix, it would do.
He nodded to the man behind the counter as he entered and hoped he hadn’t just brought a ton of trouble down on him. Max slipped towards the back, disappearing among the shelves of spare parts that were sold there as well. He heard the bell on the door ring as it was opened and saw the owner start in surprise before settling back down as if nothing had happened. There were soft footsteps moving through the store, slowly making their way to the back. Max pulled out his concealed blaster, transforming it from rod to blaster with the press of a button.
He waited until the approaching footsteps were on the opposite side of the shelving unit he was hiding behind and then he shoved a crate full of old television parts forward and raised his blaster into the open space.
“Move and you’ll find yourself with a new hole where one doesn’t belong.”
The figure was hooded but as it turned to face him he was greeted with the sight of a skull.
“I believe your grandchildren call you Max,” Hex said, his smile twisted into a sinister sneer by the visage of death he wore on his face.
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