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Isabelle the Tree Climber

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Isabelle was fidgety the whole car ride to the pool. She was constantly tapping her foot, crossing and uncrossing her legs. When we got there, we excitedly leapt out of the car and put our things down where my parents had told us.

”Okay, let’s go in the pool. I’ll race you!” she said.

”Not yet,” I told her, “I saw a cool tree I wanna climb last time we were here. It’s just down the path over there.” I pointed to a patch of woods near the gate.

I could tell she was shifting her weight from foot to foot. “I think we should go in the pool first. Even if it’s just real quick to cool off, ‘cause it’s really hot out.”

”I don’t want to be wet when we walk through the woods, we’ll get muddy.”

Isabelle made a look of discomfort.

”If you want to stay here, I’ll just go,” I said, knowing she would stay with me.  She did.

As soon as we entered the path, out of sight and earshot of our parents, her hands went between her legs. “Okay, I know you’re too stupid to realize this, but I wanted to go in the pool first because I really need to tinkle.”

I feigned innocence. “That’s really gross. You shouldn’t pee in the pool.”

”Like you don’t!” She kept squeezing herself again and again,  no more than three seconds between each squeeze. She was clearly on the verge of leaking. “Can you please just make this quick? I’m about to go in my bathing suit.”

”You gotta climb the tree with me,” I said as we came upon it.

”What? No! Jacob, I’m NOT doing that. You know I don’t like heights.”

”I want you to face your fears. I’ll help you, even. It’s easy.” I leapt up to the first branch and swung myself higher and higher, climbing like a monkey. I looked down at Isabelle, who was twisted up like a pretzel and holding her hands behind her butt. She shook her head. “Come on, Izzy, it’s really not that bad.”

”I’m about to wet myself,” she said, emphasizing every word. I leapt down.

”You can do it. I believe in you,” I joked.

”I have to fart really bad but I might pee,” she said, giggling and tightening her grip on her hands.

“Isabelle, come on! Ill even give you a boost. Come here.”

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“Isabelle, come on! Ill even give you a boost. Come here.”

She shook her head and put her hands in between her legs again.

”It’ll be fun when you try it. I’ll buy you a soda if you do it.”

”I don’t want to think about soda, Jacob,” she said, bobbing up and down.

Later I’ll get you one. Hurry up before you wet yourself.”

She hesitated, then came over. “Let’s get this over with,” she said, stepping around and squeezing every couple of seconds.

”Okay, I’m gonna boost you up to that branch,” I said, pointing, “and I want you to climb as high as you can from there.”

”Baby steps. I’ll go up to that one, maybe.” She was still squirming.

”Fair enough.” I positioned my hands to boost her up. She didn’t go right away. She stood there squeezing herself and bending at the knees. “Hurry up!” I said.

”Give me a minute!” She started jumping up and down while holding herself.

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“The longer you wait, the worse it’s gonna get.”

She stopped jumping and squeezed herself with all her might, then stood up straight and simply stepped in place. “Okay, it’s passed. I’m ready.”

She stepped onto my hands and I lifted her up to the branch. She pulled herself onto it with ease. Her arms and legs hugged the branch tightly and her whole body trembled with fear. “Okay I’m up,” she said, “I can get down now? You owe me a soda?”

”Christ, Isabelle, you’re five feet off the ground!”

”I don’t like heights!”

”At least sit up.”

Isabelle slowly pushed herself up until she was upright. I noticed her starting to fidget desperately as her need began to return to its previous severity. She scooted back and forth, grinding into the tree branch.

”Try to get up to that branch,” I told her.

”I have to tinkle!” she said, her movements becoming more exaggerated.

”You can’t just go one branch up?”

She shook her head. “I’m gonna burst. We have to go back to the pool. Help me down.”

”Just jump down.”

”Jacob, you’re mean!” she yelled, giggling. 

“Just jump! It’s easy.”

”I’m literally about to wet my bathing suit, I need you to help me down.”

I shrugged.

”Jacob!” She laughed, then gasped, tensing her entire body and sitting upright like a statue. She must have leaked.

She stayed like that for a moment, then returned to jiggling. “Dude, my bladder hurts, please help me down from here.”

“You can beg all you want. You used to chase me with spiders!”

”Yeah, and it didn’t work! You’re still scared of spiders!”

”Well then, this isn’t to help you. It’s revenge.”

“Oh my god, you’re such a—“ her eyes went wide and she doubled over. “Ohhhhh- fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...”

”We’ll head back to the pool as soon as you jump down.”

”I hate you. I really- omigod, I have to go so bad I can’t even think!”

”Jump then! Don’t think about it, just jump!”

“I can’t- Jacob, I seriously—“ Isabelle suddenly shivered violently for a moment and squeezed herself.

”What was that?” I asked, laughing.

”I couldn’t stop leaking!” She was giggling, but the look on her face was reflecting seriousness. “I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”

“You really can’t jump down?”

”No! I need you to help me! I seriously need to—“ Suddenly, she gasped, her eyes going wide. She squeezed herself madly for a few seconds, her legs tightening around the tree, but she lost the battle. She yanked her bikini to the side and exploded, a strong, hissing stream bursting out of her like a firehouse.

”Mmm!” She moaned, biting her lip as the ocean of piss sprayed out of her and pattered against the tree. Suddenly, the stream stopped abruptly and she doubled over.

”Owww...” she groaned.

”Why did you stop in the middle? The damage is already done.”

”Please just help me down, Jacob.”

I held out my hands in the same manner as I did before. I felt the sticky wetness of her urine dripping onto my hands, and saw the glistening wetness on her thighs. She shook her legs when she got on the ground. Isabelle continued to step in place and squeeze herself.

“I didn’t get anything on your hands, did I?” She asked, embarrassed.

“No,” I lied. She sighed, relieved.

”Okay, good. We seriously need to get back to the pool, though. The tank is not empty.”

”You could just go in the woods like usual.”

”I told you I’m done with that. We need to hurry.”

We went back to the pool at a brisk pace. I deliberately took a long time unlocking the gate with the card.

”Jacob!” She scolded, making me snicker. As soon as we got in the gate, we jumped into the pool. Isabelle sighed in relief, blushing with a goofy smile on her face.

”Better?” I asked.

”It’s still going.” She looked down. “Thank god that dye thing is fake”

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