While you're blowing in the wind, and Danny is taking one of his notoriously long showers, you are surprised to see your brother Mick come in.
"Hey, Danny, just - what's this?" Mick barges into the room and strides over to the window and grabs you. "Heh, heh. Here I thought only Matt was into zentai? I wonder how it feels. Well, I can hear the shower running, so I think I got time to try it on and Danny will never be the wiser."
You think, Mick, No! I'll never fit you!
But of course, the big galoot cannot hear you. He must weigh nearly 300 lbs, at least it's mostly muscle. He was also the tallest in your family towering a whole head over you. He was on the football team at his college - a defensive lineman. He had stripped out of his clothes and only had on his jockstrap. You would roll your eyes if you could. Who but a jock would wear a jockstrap under his street clothes?
Mick put his bare foot inside you and pauses.
"Now what is it that Clint said he does before he wears one of these things? Oh, right talcum. Let's see if Danny has any? Nope. Bet Matt does." He grabs his clothes and drapes you over his arm as he heads for your room.
"Aha! Knew it!" he says finding your container of talc. He quickly powders his body and makes a white powdery mess of your floor. He then steps into you.
Please stretch, please let me stretch! you pray as he pulls you on.
He stands in front of the mirror, and poses similarly to the way Danny had done in the restroom.
"If Matt could see me now? Haha, gotta try out the hood."
He blinks through the fabric as he adjusts the leopard zentai hood.
"Oh, Clint's gotta see me in this." He pulls his clothing on over you, and tucks the hood down the front of his shirt. You're in the dark. Who is Clint? What is Mick doing?
Before he leaves, he opens the bathroom door and shouts in at Danny, "Hey, bro, mind if I borrow some of your clothes?"
"Huh? I ain't got anything that will fit you, except socks?" Danny says sticking his head out from behind the curtain and wiping the suds from his eyes.
"No worries, then? Thanks!"
"Huh?" Danny shrugs and sticks his head back under the shower.