...w naked frog through the water which was his kingdom. He waited till she was well out into the open water, and then pumped one of her legs with his tail lightly, just sort of enjoying his ability to mess with her without fear of reparation.
Gwen stopped dead in her tracks, she was so closed to her suit that if she really tried, she could get it, but then there was the swim back. She bit her lip and tried not to shiver as she felt the cold dread of not knowing what was after you creep up her spine.
Ben smiled a little more as he swam slow, full circles around his cousin, bumping her other leg with his grinning jaw, and this time reaching out a webbed claw to lightly stroke the inside of her thigh as he passed.
The naked red head gasped, hugging her arms to herself as the slowly treaded water. She was starting to choke up, terrified at what was touching her, after all, best case it was a pedophile with a scuba-tank, worse case it was a something that wanted to eat her in the bad way.
Or third-case, it was her cousin’s horrible sense of humor. Ben was grinning so much, that had he not been Ripjaws, it might’ve actually hurt. He swam right between her kicking legs, front to back, just low enough to brush under her feet, though he did raise his dorsal fin to...