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Zig blows out a breath before he whistles loudly. I hear the faint rustling of movement before Oz steps up behind us, making me jump out of my skin.
“What’s wrong?”
“Bathroom break,” Zig states. It’s good that I’m too worried about what might bite my ass to be embarrassed.
“Don’t think they have bathrooms in the jungle, but I could do with a piss myself. Pass me the flashlight, and I’ll go first.”
Zig hands it to him. Oz points it at the ground before jumping down. He moves the light around, checking the area before shining it back at us. “It’s clear.”
He beckons for me. I look at Zig for reassurance. He nods before reaching for me and lifting me off the ground. “I’ll lower you down to him.”
“Okay.” I squeeze my eyes shut and go with it because my tiny bladder won’t hold out for much longer.
Zig lowers me, and when I feel Oz’s hands on my hips, I let out a sigh of relief.
“I’ve got her,” he shouts, and Zig lets me go.
Oz pulls me to his chest and holds me. I open my eyes just as Zig lands beside us and bends to pick up the flashlight that is now sitting on the ground.
“I’ll scope out a place, but it will have to be close. We can’t wander off in the dark.” He walks down the tree trunk to the ground. I stay in Oz’s arms and watch the beam of light move around until it lifts and aims at us. “Here will do.”
Instead of putting me down, Oz carries me to Zig before placing me on my feet.
“Want to go first? I’ll hold the flashlight for you so you can see, but Oz and I will look away.”
“God, I don’t think I can pee with you right there.”
“I’m not leaving you, little one. Can’t risk a snake or a scorpion being drawn to the light.”
I let out a gasp as Oz moans. “Nice one, idiot,” he curses Zig.
“Look, Salem. I know this is less than ideal. Maybe we can figure something else out tomorrow, but right now, this is the best we’ve got.”
I don’t want to be a baby, I really don’t, but it’s easy for them to be so chill about it when they get to pee standing up. They have no idea what the fear of something touching me down there is like. Men might struggle to find a woman’s clit, but given my luck, a scorpion would find it no problem. I shudder in fear and revulsion at dying that way.
Not wanting to be out here a second longer than necessary, I shove my hands under my T-shirt and slide my panties down. Once they are around my ankles, I realize it’ll be easier to just take them off, so I bend down and slide them over my feet and ball them up into my hand.
“Here.” I jump when Zig presses something into my free hand and nearly weep when I realize it’s tissue.
“Thank you,” I whisper before walking a few steps ahead of them. “Okay, keep your eyes closed,” I warn them.
I wait until they both close their eyes before searching the ground underneath me for anything moving. When it passes my inspection, I drop into a squat and try to relax. It’s harder than I thought, no matter how desperately I need to go.
Eventually, nature takes over, and I begin to pee. I can hear myself going; there is no disguising it. My face feels like it’s on fire, so I’m glad we are under the cover of darkness. I finish and wipe before standing.
I look at them and find them both watching me. “You promised you wouldn’t look,” I sputter.
“We didn’t see anything. We were just keeping an eye out for critters. I get you’re embarrassed, but I’d rather that than you get bitten by a snake or something,” Oz says, walking closer to me. “Here, we’ll even the playing field.”
He pops open his pants before pulling out his dick. He offers me a wink at the dumbfounded expression on my face before he turns a little and starts peeing.
“Here, take this.” Zig walks past me, handing me the flashlight as he steps up beside Oz and pops his button open.
I slam my eyes shut and start humming to myself because my brain can only handle so many extraordinary things, and extraordinary is the only word I can think of to describe their dicks. And as curious as I might be, I’m not Alice, and this isn’t Wonderland.
This is fucking hell.
I wait for them to tell me they are finished before I crack open one eye and peek. When I see they are telling the truth, I turn and walk back toward the plane, stomping a little in my too-big-for-me shoes. Who knew peeing would turn out to be such a traumatic experience?
