The footsteps got closer. The door swund open. Ryan and Carter saw a pair of legs carrying a big laundry basket. The basket comes crashing down on the two tiny men squashing them flat.
"Lucky me, I get to wash my big brother's stinky underwear!" booms Curtis' voice. He drops the boxers he found on the floor into and starts looking around the room and picking up other stray articles of his brother's clothing. Since both parents worked, Curtis, Carter and Ricky took turns doing their laundry, mowing the yard, and washing the car.
"Oh, shit the bedding. Looks like Carter was jacking off in bed again. Damn, it's still wet." Curtis shakes his head, and pulls the sheets off by the corners. Ryan and Carter go flying, and become what Curtis expects to find. More articles of Carter's clothing. He stuffs, the sock and jock strap into the hamper, and heads to the washing machine.
An hour later, as Ryan and Carter tumble dry in the hot dryer, Ricky comes home.