My Not So Wicked Stepbrother by Jennifer Peel

Author:Jennifer Peel [Peel, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-11T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Emma, Emma, wake up.”

I better have been dreaming, or more like having a nightmare. All I could hear was some cute, man-stealing voice frantically calling my name, and on top of that I was being poked.

“Please wake up.”

One of my eyes popped open. It was still dark, but I could feel Shelby’s minty breath in my face. How did she manage to avoid morning breath? She really was a freak of nature.

“What time is it?” I croaked with probably stale breath. Us non-goddesses lacked the minty breath gene.

“I’m so sorry. It’s around 4:30. I’ve been dying for like an hour and I need your help.”

I sat up groggy and rubbed my eyes, careful not to touch my wounds. “Are you sick?”

Shelby sat up too, shivering and shaking her head. “I know this is going to sound silly, but . . . I’ve never peed outside. I don’t know how.”

“You haven’t peed the entire time we’ve been up here?”

She shook her head. “No, and I’m dying. I can’t hold it anymore.”

What did she want me to do about it?

“Can you please show me how?”

I was going to kill Sawyer. At the very least, he was not riding home with me and neither was the blonde who was ready to explode.

“Please,” she begged.

“Sure,” I sighed. “Let me get my shoes on.”

She kissed my cheek. “You’re the best, thank you.”

Before I knew it, we were traipsing in the outdoors with only my flashlight for light before the butt crack of dawn, trying to find a spot Shelby felt comfortable peeing in. I kept telling her no one was awake, so it didn’t matter as long as it was level, but the girl said, “My bladder will get shy if it’s not in private.” I rolled my eyes, not even caring if she saw.

Shelby was gripping my arm as we hiked to a level and private spot among the willow bushes. With every rustle in the wild grass and trees, the girl jumped and squeezed my arm.

“Don’t worry, any animals are more afraid of us than we are of them.”

“I’m going to have to disagree.” She shook.

I pointed with my flashlight to a “private” spot for the princess. “This should work.”

She let go of my arm. “Okay,” she said through gritted teeth, “what do I do?”

I couldn’t believe I was having to give her outdoor peeing lessons. “See how the ground is mostly level. Keep your feet pointed downhill so you don’t pee on yourself.”

“Pee on myself?”

I shrugged. “It happens if you’re not careful.”

“Well, how do I be extra careful?”

I needed some Dr. Pepper before I had these kinds of conversations. “It’s not that difficult.” I tried not to be snippy. I couldn’t imagine holding my pee for as long as she had. If she didn’t get a UTI, I was going to be surprised. “Just pull your shorts and underwear down to right at your knees, spread your feet at least shoulder width apart, and squat all the way down. Make sure your thighs touch your calves.

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