Zack silently made another wish as Susan hopped down from the table. She shot him an irritated look "well? What are you waiting for? Dress me already."
Zack smirked, he was going to enjoy this. He grabbed his sister's t-shirt and begins pulling it upwards. "Lift your arms." Susan complied and Zack removed the t-shirt, leaving his sister standing in just a diaper and a bra. Zack shuffled behind Susan and quickly undid her bra. Zack stepped back and looked his sister up and down, idly wishing she had a habit of sucking her thumb. Amused and slightly aroused by the image of his bitch of a sister standing stark naked save a diaper with her thumb in her mouth, Zack reached out and grabbed one of Susan's ample breasts.
Whipping her head toward him, Susan removed her thumb from her mouth and glared at him. "What the Hell are you doing?!"
Zack continued unabated "What? you know as well as I do how much importance mom puts on breast massages." He says, wishing that to be the case.
Susan rolled her eyes. "No shit Sherlock, why are you taking so long? Pick up the pace."
Zack smiled. "Yeah, yeah I'm working on it." Zack reached out and groped Susan's other breast as well, ensuring his "massage" was thourough. Zack didn't know if there was an actual technique he should be using, but after several stifiled moans from his sister he figured he'd done a good enough job. Zack walked to the closet, thinking for a moment before selecting a pink dress. Zack returned to his sister and slipped the dress onto her.
"Finally. Now get out!" Susan snapped.
Zack smiled and quietly left the room.