Tell us about it.
That reminds me. I almost walked in on my brother once.
Idk if he just started, was about to start, or just finished. But I went into his room to use his remote control, because I. Couldn't find mine. He was sitting on the floor, and thankfully there was a big chair that was blocking his body, so I didn't see anything below his chest. Anyway, he had his right hand up, and it was shiny (like covered in Vaseline or lotion).

I said, 'sorry, I just came for the remote', turned back around and went to my room.
A few minutes later he came in my room, gave me the remote, and told me to knock next time because he "could have been doing something"

I did not want to touch that remote. I don't remember how old we were, maybe like 14?