I love to torture my sister. It's probably the best amount of fun a little brother can have. The best way that I could do it, was by going into her closet and changing around her clothes. It was always a big laugh. I never hurt anything, or left any evidence, but she new it was me, and she always threw a bit fit.
She had found that I had rifled through her closet one day, and came into my closet yelling, "Stay out of my stuff! I wont tell you again!"
"You cant prove I was in your closet. " I told her smugly, and that's when she pushed me onto the floor.
"I don't have to be able to prove it. I know it was you dweeb." Then she threatened to make my head in the toilet and left.