After a long day of fucking, eating and being eaten, Ben and Gwen retreated back into the Rustbucket just as the sun began to set. It had been impossible for Gwen to get in with her massive four hundred pound body, so the resourceful sorceress cast a spell to rid herself of all the fat. Seeing all the wonderful blubber go away had been a disappointment to Ben, but he perked up when he saw Gwen hadn’t dispelled all the fat in her body. The two sexually active cousins were sitting at the Rustbucket’s dinner table, clothed but still very close.

“Ben, it’s poking me again. If you don’t get that bulge under control, I’m getting off your lap,” Gwen complained as she shifted her behind on Ben’s lap, which only made it worse. Although not as excited as earlier, the cousins were sticking together closely; lightly petting on another and flirting shamelessly as they spent the night together.

“It’s not my fault that I can’t keep it down. Maybe if you were less sexy, I wouldn’t be having this problem,” Ben shot back. The blush on Gwen’s face made Ben smile. She wouldn’t be complaining about his hard-on anymore, now that he could blame it on how hot she was. Ben shifted his head forward, looking down his cousin’s body hungrily. Although not the super heavy girl she was earlier, Gwen was no longer scrawny in any way. Thicker hips, wider waist and nice plump breasts and ass turned regular Gwen into hot, sexy Gwen.

“You know, eventually we’re going to have to talk about it,” Gwen sighed and leaned back into Ben. She liked sitting on Ben, either with a four hundred pound butt or a normal sized butt. The boy made a very comfortable seat.

“Talk about what?”

Gwen sighed at her cousin’s lack of common sense, he probably hasn’t been thinking about anything but her since this afternoon, which although flattering, was a tad frustrating. It seemed she would have to do the thinking in this relationship.

“Talk about what we’re going to do when grandpa comes back or when summer vacation is over and we head home or if people find out that I’m fucking my cousin,” Gwen nearly exclaimed.

For the first time today, Gwen was starting to regret what she was doing with Ben. People who screw their cousin’s are not thought well of in this society and Gwen had big dreams that she wanted to reach. If she got labeled an inbred hick because of her incestuous relationship, she could kiss any dreams of a future goodbye. That type of stigma stays with a person their whole life.

As Gwen’s depression settled when a pair of small, but strong arms wrapped around her from behind. She was pulled back into Ben in a hug. The boy rested his head on her shoulder and whispered softly into her ear. “Gwen, whatever happens, I’ll be there beside you. No one can tear us apart if we stick together. I don’t care if it’s our parents, society, even grandpa. I’m gonna keep caring for you no matter what happens.”

“Oh Ben,” Gwen sighed contently. She had forgotten that Ben was with her on this. While he might be pig headed, impatient and childish, Ben was also one of the most sincere and sweetest guys she knew. It wasn’t just the sex that made her want to be with him, it was the person he was inside. Moving around to look Ben in his bright emerald eyes, Gwen felt his erection against her leg again. This time it didn’t bother her, but instead gave her a wicked grin.

“You know, Ben,” Gwen started to say as she swung her legs around, putting herself face to face with Ben. “We haven’t tried doing it in the Rustbucket yet.”

Gwen’s hands went down to undue her pants. Ben stared as she opened the fly of her pants, exposing a neatly trimmed bush of red hair above a glistening pair of lips. Gwen smirked at Ben; glad she had decided to forgo putting on her underwear. Ben tried to pull his own pants down and begin what was going to be many hours of hot, sweaty fun, when a very unwelcome interruption struck.