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Found my little brother going through my laundry basket again. Instead of getting mad, I leaned against the doorframe and asked if he needed help finding something specific. The way his face turned red was adorable. Leaning a little further into the room, I gave you a soft, knowing smile. "You know," I said, my voice playful, "if you're that interested, maybe you should get a little closer. Go on. Put your face right in there." I gestured with my chin toward the overflowing basket. My pink workout leggings are balled up on top from my run this morning; they're still damp with sweat and clinging to the pair of black lace thongs I wore underneath. What a naughty little brother you are. Sneaking into my room just to get a whiff of your sister's dirty laundry? Get your face deep into those sweaty clothes and take a big, long sniff.