Weekendz Work Company Picnic

The girls on the other side of the wall gasped and went quiet at Bruce's outburst, perhaps now thinking that they were going to get in on some juicy gossip rather than the other way around. The voice in the other stall was quiet for a moment... before the figure finally spoke up. It was, predictably, Russel. His words, however, were less predictable.

"You've seen me following, have you? But it was not you that I followed. You have your part to play, Bruce, but you are not the princess," his voice spoke quietly, before grunting. The man was apparently going #2 as he spoke, which likely made the situation even grosser for Bruce. "Excuse me, but I am a man who values efficiency." Upsettingly true to those words, Russell made no further audible noises of passing anything through his body as the two spoke. "But you are a force of good, Bruce, and I value that. However, if you have noticed how I follow the princess and intend to reveal my role in the ruse..."

There was another pause. "Well. You are a good man. So there is no need to do that," Russell chuckled, followee by the tearing of toilet paper. "Suffice to say, it is for the good of many, many people that I do this. I do not relish being a spy, truth be told. Ah, but I speak too much. Ignore me, have a good time, yes?" But could Bruce even forget such an odd chat?

When he got a moment, he would realize that the drab, gray-blue colored running shorts and gray t-shirt he had changed into made him look unsettlingly like Russell's brother. If the situation hadn't already become confusing enough, next, Teruko burst in, giving a battlecry. "Hoowah!" she cried, running to one of the stalls and picking the wrong one. "Gack!"


"Sorry, Russ!" Teruko apologized, shutting it quickly, before attempting to swing open Bruce's stall. If she couldn't, she would rattle the door furiously for a moment, then finally concede. "Bruce! I heard all about it from Terumi!" he would have a moment to worry whether that meant Terumi was aware od the eavesdropping, or if Terumi had heard the spy stuff, before Teruko clarified. "Who's the jerk who's been stalking you and trying to run you over and stuff?! We gotta kick his butt!" Her angry, huffing expression showed she was fired up, but it did little to inspire confidence she could help scare off the stalker.

Terumi spoke from outside. "Doesn't it stand to reason Russell is the stalker? He's the only other person in there, isn't he?" she questioned.

"Oh... but that doesn't make sense. Russ wouldn't stalk Bruce and as far as I can tell he's just taking a poo," Teruko noted, finally retreating a healthy distance from the stalls. "Alright, Brucey! Out with it, who's the stalker? Let's kick their butt!"

"You're being asinine," Terumi sighed from outside, then corrected her sister. "We will sue them. We aren't some kind of brutes..."
Bruce had been fired up for a confrontation with his mysterious assailant, but immediately lost the wind from his sails when he heard Russel’s voice. His face fell to an uncomprehending frown as he tried to decide how to respond or even interpret the other man’s words, or if he even wanted to hear them in light of the efficient circumstances under which they were being delivered. He tried to wrap his brain around what the other man was saying. “Okay, so uh… you’re not the guy who has been following me… but you are following somebody…? Y-yeah, so, stalking people isn’t good, buddy, but uh… just promise me you’ll be a, uh, force for good or whatever… and I won’t hear your name in the news or anything… and I’ll forget about it. W-we’re cool,” Bruce told him awkwardly, having now written him off as a garden-variety crazy rather than think any harder about what he was saying.

Bruce began slowly backing towards the doorway when Teruko ran past him, causing him to jump back against the wall in a gesture effeminate enough that he was glad Teruko wasn’t paying him attention. He quickly swung back into his stall, bending over to get his stuff before Teruko knocked down his door as well. He was fully dressed now, but he still shot Teruko a raised eyebrow before she explained herself. “Oh! Oh, uh… I thought I had a lead on that, but it turns out it was just-“ he started to say, before remembering he wasn’t supposed to say anything at all. “Uh, I was confused and it was just Russel, uh, talking to himself a little bit. So I shouted all that stuff, but no, Russel isn’t stalking me. He’s just a cool, ordinary guy… handling his business. You know,” Bruce added, unnecessarily.

Desperate to get out of the bathroom and start forgetting he’d ever heard Russel say anything, the operator gathered his things and quickly made for the exit past Teruko. “I appreciate backup and the litigation assistance,” he added, although his tone made it seem like he wasn’t taking Terumi’s threat very seriously. “But don’t worry about it. I mean, I only even realized he was after me like a week or so ago… I thought I’d just been having really crappy luck before then. I haven’t gotten a good look at who the jerk is, but he must be really bad at it, seeing as, now that I think about it, he’s probably tried in the past month…” Bruce started counting with his fingers, alarmingly folding in all ten before shrugging. “A bunch of times? And I’m still here kicking, getting worse bang-ups from work than anything he’s tried.

“Anyway, what’s next for the picnic?!” he digressed, rubbing his hands together as he practically skidded out of the bathroom, a bit too obviously looking around for someone who might now be wearing a new outfit.
Unfortunately, Russ had no time to reassure Bruce that he was, in fact, a force of good, before the action commenced. Bruce refused the situation as well as he could, but Teruko remained skeptical. "Russ is cool?" she asked, sounding offensively dubious. A cough came from inside the other stall.

"Russell is normal?" Terumi asked from outside, sounding just as disbelieving.

Teruko waved it off with a blown raspberry and a quick smile. "Ha ha ha! Well, if you say so! I agree, let's get back to the picnic! We have more fun and games on the way!" she insisted with a perhaps welcome air of levity, or perhaps startling lack of concern for Bruce's wellbeing.

Terumi seemed to fall into the latter camp, as far as judging this situation. "H-Hold on! How many fingers did he hold up? This sounds important!" the sister spoke up from outside. Bruce was more interested in the picnic than the pursuer, however, and came sliding out the bathrooms past Teruko and nearly into Terumi. The latter gave a girlish cry and jumped backwards, raising her hands in a gesture of "don't shoot!"

As he had been led to believe by the more appealing conversation he had eavesdropped on earlier, Terumi was now dressed in a white t-shirt (which ironically didn't seem like it would handle being wet any better than her previous kit) and a set of bright, pink bloomers. Who would ever wear hot pink bloomers like these? Someone who was forced to by a bloomers fanatic, that's who. She wore pink tennis shoes and long, white socks, ridiculously going all the way up to the thighs. The squeeze of the shorts and socks upon the increasingly famous Hotta family buttocks was likely to make his pants feel a little tight as well.

"Wh-What? I'm not doing anything illegal! I'm not wearing anything less than my sister is!" she reminded him, tugging down the t-shirt over the front or back, whichever he was trying to look at.

"Huehuehue! Not taking advantage of a situation like this, that's what ought to be illegal!" Becky insisted, re-emerging in a new outfit... just like her old one, but dry. That was perhaps a little disappointing.

Teruko skid in front of Bruce with all the same enthusiasm he had just run out of the bathroom, as if desperate to resolve a crisis. "Terumi is right, actually! The outfit I'm wearing is just as sexy as the one she has on, or more so, actually!" she huffed. It was really a matter of taste.

"... I didn't say sexy. There's nothing sexy about wearing a student's gym uniform! And if you think there is Mr. Shiner I have one word for you: I-L-L-E-G-A-L! And I'll see you in court!" It seemed he had lost a lot of the goodwill he had earned earlier during the contests, or perhaps she would just never stop threatening litigation.

"Okay, okay! Nobody is suing anybody, alright!? What we are doing is... this!" she announced, pointing at her picnic blanket in the distance, then running towards it. Terumi and Becky both looked at one another and shrugged, then began a leisurely walk after Teruko.

Once they had all joined up, Teruko just stood there, continuing to point at the blanket while smiling confidently. Finally, she realized that nobody was getting the point, then figured out why. "Oh, right." She flipped the blanket, revealing the classic spread of colored dots, although somewhat larger than the conventional sheet. "We are gonna play twister! I bought one big enough for four people!"

"... Teruko, I'm a stickler for rules and logic, as you know, and I don't understand your intention! Is everyone spread out on the mat?" the sister asked.

"No, cause otherwise they won't get crossed up! Doi!" Teruko snickered.

"... Four people can't get crossed up! There would be no way to get an arm or leg through! And why do you even need the huge mat then?!" she demanded.

"Nevermind that! Four people can and will get crossed up! We just start all next to each other, like sardines! C'mooon, it'll be fun! Don't you wanna play Twister with three cute girls? And most importantly, your girlfriend?" Teruko asked Bruce, as though he had been the one to object to the rules.

"Is it really wise to ignore that stalker issue from earlier?" Terumi pitched in again.

"Unless that stalker is wearing bloomers and has your butt, I'm more interested in this! Count me in!" Becky announced, taking up position in the center.

Teruko's eyebrow twitched; she was obviously trying to figure out how to make sure she and Bruce ended up nearby. "Bruce, you and I will go on the right here! Terumi can be on the other side of Becky-!"

"Not likely! I'm not staying with that molester where only she can see! Becky will be the left side, I will be next, then Bruce, then you," Terumi insisted, suddenly dismissing her concern over the stalker. Perhaps Becky was more worrisome to her.

"And I will handle the spinning," Russell announced, re-emerging while wringing his hands together, a gesture which thankfully appeared to indicate he had just washed his hands... before dashing at some imperceptible speed and quietude to rejoin all of them.
Bruce skid to a stop before staring dumbly at the cowering sister before him. From his earlier adventures with Teruko, he had been expecting Becky would pull out something exciting, but his imagination had basically only gone as far as the matching outfits Teruko and Becky had worn before. In fact, he’d even expected it to still have Becky’s name on the front. What he found before him, on the other hand, could only be called the fetish version of the outfit… considering Becky’s kink, that was probably literally what it was. He gawked obviously enough to earn Terumi’s embarrassed reaction.

Teruko sensed the danger and broke his line of sight, allowing him to shake his head and clear his thoughts. He ran his gaze shamelessly over Teruko’s body, grinning dumbly and trying to put his head back in a less dangerous gutter. “Right! Yeah, those shorts and legs are all the way there,” he agreed with Teruko, finding it easier to just lean into the opening she gave him than try to preserve any dignity. “So, picnic games, right? Show us something to knock our socks off!” he called, glancing at Terumi again quickly, gulping, and fixing his eyes back on the upcoming game.

Bruce walked towards the blanket with some trepidation, trying to keep his thoughts about what Teruko wanted to do on it PG-13. [i]”Don’t be a perv, Bruce, there’s like a million things! Maybe she’s just saying she wants to eat again-“ The stuntman let out a small gasp as he saw what it actually was. “Aw heck yeah, it’s Twister! I mean, you know, I’m just happy it’s a contest someone can actually win, heh. Competitive spirit, and all that.” Bruce rubbed the back of his head, finding it hard to navigate showing his enthusiasm for Teruko’s blatantly provocative challenges and how dangerously distracting her sister was getting. ”I mean, heck! It’s not me! I’m one hundred percent here for Teruko today, it isn’t my fault that her sister is wearing… I mean, it’s Teruko’s fault that I even think of this getup as anything sexy to begin with! Plenty of blame to go around here.”

Realizing his eyes had strayed again and his attention even farther, Bruce forcefully swung his gaze back to Teruko, just in time to realize he was being confronted. “Uh, yeah, heck yeah, I’m the Shiner family Twister champion. If somebody’s gonna kill me, I’m going to die doing what I love: Twister!” That was a quip, but it was genuinely how he felt: doing Twister with three pretty ladies while none of them were wearing proper pants was a bucket list item of his. Doing so in a public park wouldn’t be his first choice, considering the size of the two least appropriately dressed among them could lead a casual on-looker to raise some eyebrows and then some unfortunate questions… ”But dammit, I’m doing nothing wrong here! Teruko told me they’re all legal… No, wait, I mean I’m literally not doing anything wrong here! Don’t start judging me before I’ve even done anything, shoulder angel!”

Bruce cleared his throat, then grinned, straightening himself up to make himself look his best estimation of reasonable. He gave Teruko a wink, then spoke. “Hey, I don’t know how you do it in the Hotta household, but with four players, shouldn’t we play teams? I can team with your sister, and look forward to tangling with you, Teruko,” he offered. Hopefully, she’d understand what he was trying to get at… if Terumi and he were on the same team, there wouldn’t be any reason for the two of them to wrap around each other. If he was opposite Teruko, all the better. “…U-unless there’s some special Hotta family rules or something that would make that seem like I was after, I mean, that would make that awkward for me. For anybody,” he added, somehow managing to keep his smile even.
"Boy, you have some weird ideas about Twister, huh?" Teruko laughed, apparently seeing conflict evident on Bruce's face as he struggled with some unknown dilemma. "There's no such thing as a family twister family, psh! Even the Hotta family doesn't have one of those! Twister is half coordination and half luck! If you get a bad spin you'll be on your ass fast as anything! Ha ha ha! Family champion," she laughed. Bruce might be surprised to see she was trying to take the competition aspect out, but truth be told, she liked a gamble about as well or better than a contest.

"So long as it's his own rear end he's falling upon..." Terumi muttered, burning red and wearing a scolding expression. She obviously hadn't missed Bruce's glances so far.

"How do you fall on- ooooh, wait, I get it. Well, for this match, there's no penalty for that sort of thing, so don't worry!" Teruko added.

Terumi shook her head madly. "N-No penalty at all? Are you gonna just let him do whatever he wants?! If that's the case... I would have to...!" the younger sister protested, unable to finish that thought. One might certainly wonder what was driving Terumi to take this contest so seriously.

"Yep! Bruce, this is no rules Twister! Well, besides the usual rules that uh, make it a game and all that. When it's your turn, you have to match whatever the spinner says, with the body part it says! That's it! When you fall down like a doofus, it's all over for you!" Teruko giggled with an evil tone, sounding as though she was looking forward to that part. "Other than that, do whatever you want!" Bruce might reflect that it was this sort of freedom that created catastrophes like the carting incident Teruko had briefly mentioned earlier. "Anyway, we can do teams. I guess uuuuh, first to fall means your team loses!"

"Ha ha ha! As if I would ever fall into a pile of Electopian girls with big butts wearing bloomers and playing Twister!" Becky laughed, as though reciting something off her own personal bucket list. It sounded like this might not be such a difficult contest to win after all.

As Terumi protested the comment on the size of her butt in the background, the stone-faced Russell readied the wheel for spinning. "Let's go in order. Teruko first, then Bruce, then Terumi, then Becky," he nodded. With no further hesitation, he spun the wheel. "Left hand yellow," he began. Such a no-nonsense guy ought not to be the first choice for a game announcer...

Teruko smirked, wiggled her fingers, stepped onto the mat, then plopped one hand down on yellow, leaning over forward to do so. Her right hand was currently riding the line between red and green. "Let's see ya do it, Champ!" she taunted Bruce.

"Yes, let's," Russell agreed unnervingly, then spun again. "Right hand red."

Here, Bruce would have a few options. He could face opposite Teruko's facing, allowing him to grab the red on his other side. On the other hand, he could take one of the red dots traveling to her side, putting his hand, at most, right next to hers. In that case, the two would both be facing forward. Of course, if he wanted to get really wacky, he could think up something else more disruptive... he had been told no rules, after all, and being the Twister Champion took a certain level of innovation.
“We’ll see if you’re still laughing when we’re through,” Bruce said, giving an ominous grin and getting some stretches in that he hadn’t bothered with for the wheelbarrow competition. “You’ll see that being a champ is about more than just luck when I crush you!” Amazingly, the idea that Teruko could tell him with a straight face that his family having a Twister champion was silly after all she’d said was actually firing him up to the point that he was putting aside his lust for pride, at least for the moment.

The moment didn’t last long, as Bruce’s mind began racing at how far “no rules Twister” could be stretched. ”I mean, I guess the limit is still what you can do in a park with witnesses and not get arrested for,” he thought to himself. Ordinarily he’d get caught up in testing those limits with his imagination, but the competitive part of him was still yelling at all the red flags being raised. “All right, just don’t blame me if I try and sweep a leg later.” Bruce meant this as a joke, but he frowned as it left his mouth, hoping nobody was going to take this as inspiration for a cheap shot. If they wanted to play dirty, Bruce could think of plenty of ways they could take advantage of his gentle nature…

… Realizing with some horror that the train of thought was starting to get his mind in the gutter again, the stuntman shook his head and centered himself again. That was a losing battle, though, when Teruko’s first move seemed to be unintentionally opening herself to some very “no-rules” play at the very start of the game. ”If this was Twister for Two I’d start testing the boundaries right now… But heck if I’m gonna get myself sued by her sister before I even get through a round. Mistakes and ‘mistakes’ can happen naturally. I should play it safe to start with.”

“If you think that distraction is enough to throw me off, you’ve got an eye-opener coming,” Bruce taunted, unfortunately admitting to a distraction that nobody else had commented upon. “Twister is like chess. It’s all about the opening move,” he commented, tapping his head with a cocky gesture that would probably never look appropriate for him, nonetheless in the context of Twister. “Right hand red…”

The stuntman took just a short step onto the mat, placing him facing the same direction as Teruko, and put his right hand on a red spot by bending his knees and squatting. In his mind, this was a safe spot that would make it easy to adapt, easy to catch himself if someone decided to just knock him over, and easy to see the action unfolding on the rest of the mat. The pose would probably be a bad idea if he had to hold it for any great length of time, but he was in good enough shape to keep it up so long as the turns moved briskly. Still smiling, Bruce kept his eyes pretty shamelessly on the bottom in front of him, planning out his strategy.
"Ha ha ha! That's what I say! Ha ha ha! You know I never stop laughing, especially when you try to make me!" Teruko boasted, always up for a good spar with her buddy, Bruce. Once he'd gotten it all out of his system, he surprised her by pausing for a moment, weighing his options. "No trying to run out the clock, okay? I know we said no rules, but we meant no boring rules, okay? That means you can't do something like waiting too long and making the other person fall down!"

She heard the sound of teeth clicking somewhere in the vicinity of her sister, who may have been planning to use that loophole.

"Ha ha! Listen to this bozo! It isn't like chess, dummy! Don't just say stuff to try and sound cool," she snickered. If whacking her on the bottom was one of the things he had considered, it would begin to look like an increasingly tantalizing option, as she begged for punishment with her bratty taunts. Instead, he went for a pretty standard opener. Nobody spoke up to blame him for where his attention was focused, either, since honestly, it was pretty hard not to look in this scenario.

Even if nobody was speaking up, Bruce would probably feel the burning eyes of someone glaring at him, though it was hard to say if that was Terumi, who would probably disapprove, or Russel, who just always seemed to be glaring a bit. "Terumi is next. Per the spin, it's right foot yellow," the man's voice spoke evenly.

The sister approached hesitantly, then took a spot next to Bruce. It seemed like she was going to crouch pretty similar to her sister, but facing him instead of away. A flash of intensity came across her eyes at the last minute, however, and she shot her leg out with a sweeping motion. It would connect with Bruce's leg and... was really just an annoying kick. He wouldn't fall over now unless he was just wholly unprepared. Panicking, she fixed the toes of her foot onto the yellow circle underneath him ending up with her lower body facing upward towards him and her leg pressed against the side of his crouching knees.

"Ha ha! Cheaters never prosper," Becky snickered. "And for that, you get a penalty!"

"No more water guns! I ban water guns!" Terumi babbled insistently. Instead of any water guns, Becky simply grabbed the girl's head and clipped a big, pink bow into her hair. "... Is this also part of your thing? What is wrong with you?"

"This is no rules Twister! Be thankful that's all I'm doing," the athletic instructor chortled. Russell interrupted with a "left foot blue". Somewhere on the other side of Terumi, Becky took the position, simply standing on the mat with one foot touching it. "You didn't even need to crouch if Russell didn't say hand, you know!" she giggled, still mocking Terumi.

"Ha ha!" Teruko laughed along. "Now lemme have another!" The next was right foot green. Complying, Teruko stretched one let behind her and felt out the correct dot, entering something like a runner's stance. In doing so, she moved her butt that much closer to Bruce's face, while also flanking him on the free side so that he now had Hotta girl legs on either side of his crouch. If that was part of a strategy to trip him, it didn't seem intentional, as she certainly would have cackled and pointed that out.

"... Is anyone concerned that none of you can check your PETs while doing this? Weren't some of you involved in some kind if activity with your navis?" Russell asked.

"Nah, not really sweating it!" Teruko called back to him.

With a frown, the big man used his spinner again. "Left hand green," was the next order.
“Hmph. The one who thinks they aren’t playing chess has already lost at chess!” Bruce declared to Teruko’s butt, just saying stuff to try and sound cool. He watched Terumi approach, giving her a confident smile while trying to analyze her strategy, an unusual look for him that might have some questioning his intentions. No matter what was going through his mind, however, it clearly wasn’t dodging a kick, as he didn’t even bother bracing for it, wobbling unsteadily and shouting as it connected. “W-what the heck! I thought we were doing teams? Wasn’t I on Terumi’s team?!”

Bruce shut up about it with a disgruntled frown, deciding raising a stink about it now wasn’t going to earn him any popularity points. His eyes scanned the position Terumi had ended up in. ”It’s for the best, anyway. A Twister amateur like this would only slow me down,” he remarked internally, buying in to his own braggadocio. “Ahem. I’m gonna let you have that one for free, but let’s call that the warning, all right? If you try it again, you’d better take me down, or you’re gonna be looking at my penalty, and you’re gonna be looking at it on your butt on the mat! And it isn’t gonna be, uh…” he trailed off, noting what Becky had done and trying to make sense of it. “It isn’t gonna be that,” he declared factually, still trying to come to terms with how he felt about that. ”Is… Is Becky trying to use a strategy to get me arrested?!” He decided it was much more likely something related to Becky’s Bloomer Wonderland, that forbidden garden he tread closer to at his own peril, and chose to leave it alone.

This was primarily because Teruko continued to give him something that was plenty interesting to look at without taking up an interest in costumes or cosplay. “I’ll give you something to sweat,” Bruce jabbed at Teruko, having so little concern for what Dare was up to that he didn’t directly respond to Russell. It seemed far more important to plan his next move. That said, the safe move here was totally obvious. He’d gotten another hand indicator, and it was right next to the right hand he’d already put on red, so he could simply have both hands down and meet the condition without risking further movement. That said, this could be a prime opportunity to make an attack. In fact…

The easy opening was right in front of him. Keeping his right hand on the same red dot, Bruce set his other hand palm up on the same spot Teruko had chosen for her foot. In that position, he scooted his hand closer to Teruko’s foot and began trying to tickle the heel, oblivious to what Terumi might think about that public display of affection. Of course, there was also a strong likelihood he could get his hand stomped on for his trouble… but not without Teruko’s foot leaving the mat!
"What are you, some kinda chessmaster now?! Bruce Chessmaster Shiner?!" Teruko further goaded Bruce, as though liking chess was something to be embarrassed about (or as if Bruce truly even cared for chess).

Terumi clearly wasn't happy about being caught in her scheme either. It was hard to tell why she would have gone that way, but it was clear the failure bothered her as much as the embarrassment of being caught. "I was going for Teruko..." she lied. It wasn't a defense that would hold up in court, that's for sure. "No one wants to see your penalty!" Terumi further complained, sounding flustered.

"What are you gonna do, spoon my rook?" Teruko continued taunting.

"You mean fork..." Terumi grumbled, managing to decipher her sister's attempt at a chess joke.

"Fork it, spork it! Whatever! Chess isn't a fun party game so we're done talking about it!" Teruko exclaimed, sounding fired up to press another body part onto another colored circle. "This is a real game so you'd better pffft hehehehaha!"

Confused, Terumi pressed one hand onto Bruce's shoulder so she could lean around his broad torso and see what was happening. The sight seemed to give her some special amount of displeasure, but she couldn't think up a method to intervene.

"Oooh! You've done it now, nihiheheha! King to Bruce's Hand 2!" Teruko announced, then suddenly joined her sister in crouching, while keeping her hand and foot in place. The result was to smash Teruko's hand... only, it didn't work exactly as envisioning it. There was no way to get his hand with just her butt from this position, so instead his hand ended up more so wedged underneath her in an especially lewd position, grasping between her legs. If he kept tickling, it would be even more lewd. Anyway, that modification did still basically result in smashing his hand.

"No fair! You're injuring my teammate?!" Terumi asked, as if she hadn't just kicked her own teammate.

"All's fair!" Teruko chortled unabashedly.

Russell had his eyebrows raised and was watching Bruce intently; he was probably the only one here not watching the Hotta sisters. Clearing his throat, he read out the next instruction. "Left foot green," he read out.

Terumi panicked, remembering she still had to participate in the game, regardless of whatever interference. She extended her free leg past Bruce as well and under her sister's crouch, with her own butt still facing up towards Bruce. If he fell now, he would be entangled in legs.

"Right foot red," the instructor read again. Presumably, Becky took it quickly and with little nonsense. "Right hand yellow," he read next, for Teruko.

The girl complied quickly, forced to release Bruce's hand a bit, or perhaps recognizing it was best not to keep it trapped by her thighs for modesty's sake. She clapped her hand down nearby where she had put the other earlier. Now she would have a lot less freedom of movement and also be forced to stay stretched out a bit.

"Left foot green," he droned again. The green real estate around Bruce was fairly tight at this point unless he wanted to throw his leg out far.
“To try and play Twister without understanding Chess… how naïve,” Bruce chided his opponent in his best pretentious voice. The stuntman grinned as if his current attack on Teruko’s foot was some result of her underestimating the game and her opponent… then let out a yelp as he realized the weight of his miscalculation, finding his hand painfully pinned. With some urgency, he adjusted his fingers to try and at least localize the damage to the palm, the least sensitive area. Unfortunately, there wasn’t really an easy way to do so without running his fingers along some sensitive areas of Teruko’s own, especially if he wanted to make sure and keep his own hand on the mat.

Faced with a good view of each sister’s bottom, Bruce nevertheless devoted himself to trying to figure out his next move. He couldn’t put two limbs on one spot (Could he? Would anyone call him out on it? It truly didn’t seem like anyone knew the rules…) and, dubious as his “partner” had proven, he couldn’t risk vying for her same spot with his foot. That meant he had to get all the way on the other side of Teruko, and he had to do it over her practically fully extended body. Bruce trusted his flexibility, though. Keeping his hands locked on their spots, the stuntman slid his legs counterclockwise to move along the unoccupied side where Terumi wasn’t. He faced her for a moment, and then he was over Teruko, straddling his right leg on her left side as he reached his hairy left leg past her face to the green. His lower body was pressed against her back and his face was hovering just over her backside. He struggled for a bit to think of a diplomatic way to ask Teruko to avoid backing up if she didn’t want to engage in some unfortunate play, then decided it was probably most diplomatic to say nothing at all.

For what it was worth, his stability strongly depended on his right, which he had no good way to defend, and it was wide open to Terumi. If whatever possessed the sister to attack his leg before came over him again, he would probably be helpless to avoid collapsing on top of his girlfriend. "Let's see you get out of this one, Teruko! What kind of dirty trick have you got planned?" he jeered, feeling confident he at least had a leg up on her.
"Wah! What a time to play around!" Teruko protested the hand along the underside of her shorts, as though Bruce was the one that had gotten them into this public debacle. Suddenly, he was all over her, though not in any way she had previously visualized he might be throughout the course of their relationship. Before she knew it, she felt a vaguely familiar sensation on her upper back, of all places. "This is weeeird, you know that, right?" his girlfriend asked, trying to suss out if this was supposed to be a fun, teasing thing. In this position, she really had no sense of what Bruce was doing... it was difficult for her to even visualize it.

Terumi, on the other hand, was in a much better position to visualize it; judging by her face, it seemed she didn't like what she saw. A look somewhere stuck between pouting, raging, objecting, and pulling the rule of law by threatening to sue was stuck on her face, as Bruce's behavior seemed to call something specific to mind for her. "Objection! This game has to be thrown out!" she commanded, shouting like a kid throwing a tantrum.

"What for? Because you forgot who your teammate is?" Becky joked. She had not gotten her fill of Bloomer Paradise yet and was trying to think of how to maneuver into as good a viewing position as Bruce's. Annoyingly, with Bruce positioned as he was, he was hogging the best view of said Paradise for himself.

"N-No, it's because... because Bruce has an erection!" she bellowed, apparently pointing in an accusatory way with either a toe or a finger; it was hard to keep track of the positioning.

Those in the surrounding area who weren't already gawking at the erotic looking scene turned their heads at the mention of Bruce's dilemma. Teruko laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, I kinda noticed!" she murmured.

"It'd actually be weirder if he didn't right now. I might have to exile him from Bloomer Paradise," Becky scoffed.

"Really?! Is no one concerned about this? My sister- I mean, I- can't play a game of Twister with a man in a state like that! It's completely indecent!" Terumi further defended. "I know we said no rules, but that's a step too far!"

"I dunnoooo... If we didn't make any rules about it, it doesn't really matter, right? From like, a law perspective!" Teruko countered, unwilling to throw the game over something so trivial. "I mean, he's grabbing my butt right now too, so..."

Terumi was growing redder around the cheeks and ears; she shook her head furiously. "I can see all that! Bruuuuce! I won't let you have your way with my sister!" she protested vehemently. I'll lock you down before you can go any further!" It appeared that in this contest, Bruce had no allies.

Eager to move things along, Russel cleared his throat and interrupted in an authoritative voice. "Right hand green," he commanded.

Keeping her eyes locked on Bruce's, Terumi reached her hand out confidently and clasped her right hand on top of his left one, locking the fingers so that hers went through his knuckles and touched the mat. "There! Now you can't use your hand to perpetrate any more debauchery!" she smirked... But her smile twitched, and her face soon grew even redder. No one else had a clear view of what she'd done from their view, but Bruce and Terumi could clearly see they were now holding hands. "D-Don't struggle..." she muttered, growing increasingly bashful.

Becky's turn came and went rather uneventfully, with the contest's fourth wheel being asked to move her foot. She did so in a way that would allow her to creep closer to the others, almost as if she was worried she wasn't going to be underneath the Jenga tower when it finally collapsed.

"Hmmm... Right hand yellow," the event's observer spoke slowly, as though he'd realized something. It could be deep contemplation about the topic he'd brought up to Bruce earlier, or it could be that he noticed they'd run into the most difficult part of the game, in which Teruko's limbs were all occupied except for the one she needed to move. Worse, by going to a sitting position, she'd limited her mobility somewhat.

Teruko was also thinking about that, of course, but she knew a way around it: she simply had to lift her legs. In doing so, she didn't so much shove her buttocks against Bruce's waiting face, so much as uppercut him with it, to the point that he was really more-so biting it for a moment. This is one time where he would probably not appreciate the extra firmness associated with Teruko's workout routine. It seemed she got her hand where it was going, beyond Bruce but at this point, Bruce might easily either fall forward onto the cushion of her politely restive butt, or perhaps backward off the matt, due to the supreme squat-lift power of his own girlfriend's ass. "Whoopsie!" she giggled unhelpfully, as though she'd only tapped him.

The fact that Terumi wasn't letting go of his hand would only make things worse if he fell...

Either way, the game was over. "It's finished. Bruce and Terumi's team wins," he announced.

"Hooow?! I must'a knocked Brucey for a loop with- uuuuuuh, I mean, I uh, got my hand on the right spot and didn't fall over," Teruko babbled.

Russel grimaced as though he didn't like some part of that answer, then shook his head. "It's over because Becky has been disqualified. Her hand left the mat to grab her PET just now," he pointed out. Sure enough, she was holding it in one hand with her finger on a button, tapping it over and over to take pictures of Terumi's bottom in tight shorts with legs splayed. "You probably ought to delete those pictures before-"

"I'll suuuuuuuuuue!" Terumi shouted, causing the crowd around them to begin dispersing, while Terumi gripped Bruce's hand tighter. With all the abuse he'd suffered just now, he could probably have a fair case for suing as well. That said, he may need to consider Terumi's protective relationship in regards to her sister and how it might affect his own status with Teruko going forward.