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Unless you are an only child, you had siblings (brothers or sisters)...and that means sibling rivalries, pranks, practical jokes, and other types of devious tortures only another sibling would understand. What did you do to torment your siblings, and what did they do to you?

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In my case, I was an older brother to three younger sisters, but Becky and me were the primary sibling rivals (when dad remarried I was 21, Becky 17 & Maria only 6; when Beth was born I was 23 & Becky 19)

As I alluded on another thread, Becky began getting a weekly manicure & pedicure when she was 16 (and occasionally recieved them in summertime even at 14). Since a barber shop was located in the same shopping center, I'd often offer to drive Becky to the nail salon. Of course, older brothers often have ulterior motives, especially if Becky had gotten me in trouble with dad

Becky has always been extremely ticklish...especially on her bare feet (which makes me wonder why she gets pedicures so often??). There'd always be a longer wait at the salon on Saturday morning (especially at prom time), so I'd always get back from my haircut before Becky's pedicure. Pedicures, especially back in those days were torture for Becky...she'd sit there bravely biting her lip, trying her best not to laugh.

I'd sit there casually, reading a magazine or paper, and as the technician began removing dead skin with the pumice stone, I'd look over at sis...and say "gee Becky, I sure bet that tickles" or "cootchie koo" (while wiggling my fingers at her)...which would of course, always prompted sis to burst out laughing. I'd promise to be nice and not do it again, but I didn't have to...she'd spend the remainder of the pedicure giggling without me ever saying a word

I also loved to torment Becky by "pretending to read her diary. I was enough of a gentleman to not read it, but loved to make her think I did. Move it around, or turn it over....make her think I'd read it. It drove her crazy

Sis paid me back by staying awake until after curfew just to catch me coming in late (I had a 1 a.m. curfew even at 20, unless I was working late...because I still lived under my dad's roof) and yelling as loud as she could "Dad!...Perry's FINALLY home"!!

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PW

I was an only child until my father remarried back in 1987, which I then found myself with 2 stepbrothers...however, I was already 15 at the time.
ATT, the interaction was totally different between the two with me. One I absolutely hated, and the other was like a brother.

Since then, all of us get along now, and the one stepbrother I hated has changed quite a bit, especially since he now has a daughter of his own with his lady. Nicole is so cute, and last week my father/stepmother had her, and I was around a bit. Nicole started crying when I was leaving, so I stayed around there a while longer and held her for another 15 minutes, and she dozed off in my arms.

I farted a lot...it was my best and only defense until after high school.

My 2 brothers are 9 and 10 years old than me. So growing up I was a real pest. When they were teens I used to check out their room when at school. I thought that a pretty cool thing - they were into music, big time so I developed a liking for all sorts of artists, way before my friends did. I used to "borrow" their 45's. Still have a few, don't tell 'em! Should really give them back, huh? I used to swipe their change, for the ice cream truck, from their dressers. Come to find out years later they knew. At the time you think oh they won't miss a quarter!

But the best/worst thing I thing I did that made my brother Kenny just furious was "borrow" his electric shaver. I didn't have one yet so I'd use it when he was away. I'd be so careful to return it just the way it looked. One time I didn't do that and I think the whole block heard him - MARY! I do think he went back to manual shavers after that, LOL. At the time I didn't think it was a bad thing....gosh now, I can't blame him for being furious.

That's all I can think of. I was just mainly a little pest. And not even the same gender, ugh! Here was this little girl playing with dolls following them around. Surprised they still speak to me this day!

LoL, soldier - you and my neice would get on well with one another!

Well, breeze, I tried to quit once...gained a LOT of weight...and after a good old-fashioned "roll in the sack" I still get the urge to "light one up"!

ROFLMAO... Bill your on top form with these posts!

I was tormented by my older brother (5 years) He used to tease me and wrestle with me, untill one day I got so mad I pulled the closet door off the wall and hit him over the head with it. He never teased me again.

Here's a few other things I remembered...

Becky loved to tie my shoestrings together. I've fallen on my face a few times (I especially remember one time when I was dozing on the sofa and she yelled "Perry! wakeup! the house is on fire"!!...I ended up sprawled on the floor and she was rolling in the floor laughing at me

I used to hide her stuff...shoes, car keys, her homework I'd also tape record the phone ringing, then sneak and play it over and over, stopping of course, just as she reached the phone

Sis once told me a cute cheerleader (and her best friend) said she'd love to date me...she was "crazy about me". When I asked her out, she thought I was just crazy

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PW

Oh goodness, I think my mother has you guys all beat!

Here's some of the scoop. My mom is the only girl and she has 4 brother...yes, 4 brothers. One is older and the rest are younger than her. Needless to say, she was pissed at my uncle Rick (who is the youngest) and my mom shoved him behind the refrigerator! Yes, you did hear me right! Behind the frig! He wasn't found til the phone rang a couple hours later! I think he was afraid to come out!

Now to my siblings. I have one blood sibling and 5 step siblings. (my stepdad has 2 kids and my step mom has 3 kids) First with my brother...He is born on the same day as I am (we are 4 years apart) and I hated it when I was younger...so I would numerously kick the crap out of him. He will be shooting blanks for a while if you get my hint! To this day he will ask if he needs a nut cup.

My stepdad's kids weren't that bad...They were actually well behaved and we really didn't fight at all. But my step-mom's kids...that's another story! Jason is really non-existant...he's older than me and doesn't live in the house. Heidi is a ROYAL pain in the arse! If she liked something of mine, she would take it...and then if I would notice it missing...I would then take it while she was gone to piss her off in return! Ashley isn't that bad...we dont' really fight...It just when Heidi (whom acts like the mother) is around! I went through the summer of HECK...please dont' ask me about it! (I put it nicely!)

I was an absolute angel!

OH SURE we believe you MF......NOT

Torment my brothers? Me? :o I was the youngest & the only girl. I was the one who got picked on. I have one brother who absolutely hated & resented me because I took the attention away from him. He told me he used to squeeze my hand just to make me cry. He was the "favored" one of the family. He was & still is a jerk.

LOL Kathy I HEAR you!!!!!

Same here. That is why the closet door bash worked wonders.. didnt cure the jerk part though!

I did anything and everything. The best stuff to do is hide and then just pop out and give a good "ahhhhhhhhh!". Probably my favorite thing to do. Not to mention how long i have to wait hidden sometimes before my little bro will actually come in so i can scare him.

CajunMama wrote:Torment my brothers? Me? :o I was the youngest & the only girl. I was the one who got picked on. I have one brother who absolutely hated & resented me because I took the attention away from him. He told me he used to squeeze my hand just to make me cry. He was the "favored" one of the family. He was & still is a jerk.

Squeezed your hand just to make you cry?

Geez...I thought I was rough on Becky. I'd tickle her feet if she ever got within range, but every big brother I knew did that. Becky's best friend Traci was just as ticklish as she was, and her older brother Billy and me would make bets on who's little sis would squeal the loudest. It was usually a very loud tie

Of course, every older brother knows the best time to tickle torment a little sister's feet is when she's asleep. We can't help it...it's just our devious nature Becky (or Traci, or Maria) would fall asleep on the sofa, or on a blanket in the floor....and then you'd hear the inevitable "DON'T TICKLE ME"!!, followed by the inevitable explosion of laughter

Don't worry ladies....we outgrow it, or at least I did. I haven't tickled Becky or Maria in 12 or 13 years, and never even thought about tickling my baby sis Beth (nor my niece Maddie, who's feet are "reportedly" just as ticklish as her mom's). Maddie might still be in extreme peril though...she does have two devious little brothers (which is why I know just how ticklish Maddie's feet are....her little brother Nick told me

Thank God for little sisters. I know I thank God for mine...every single day

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PW

I was a brat..I admit it, but I was smart enough to always drag a cousin or two into my dastardly deeds just in case I was caught, I could shift the blame to them, or at least have them share it.

a few of our favorites:

1) itching powder available at the local Joke shop strategically placed in the panties of my poor sister

2) taking her favorite doll and carriage and staging an accident up against a tree..complete with severed limbs, fake blood covering the body....wheels removed from the carriage....basic carnage.

a variation was to hang her dolls, or tie big rocks to the bodies and throw them into the pool.

3) when she was older and dating we would write fake love letters from boyfreinds, (real nasty ones about how much they enjoyed the special attention she showed them the other night at the drive-in)...and leave them where new boyfreind was sure to find them.

so many more....but enough for now. btw...me & my sister get along fine today..I think she even loves me a little bit

ROFLMAO j!!!!

I've never utilized itching powder (I wasn't that brave , but will admit I penned a love letter or two for Becky..."allegedly" from the guy I'd overheard her telling Traci or Carla about on the phone ("OMG..he's so dreamy"

That's why I'd tape the phone ringing...when I knew she was expecting a call from a guy. LOL..she'd run to the phone a dozen times; and thinking it was a prank call, Becky'd get furious..stand right at the phone waiting to pounce. I nearly died laughing once when the phone really did ring, and Becky grabbed the reciever and screamed "STOP CALLING HERE YOU IDIOT..uh..oh..I'm so sorry Reverend Bryant"

As for physical violence between Becky and me...it rarely occurred, and when it did, it was always Becky directed toward me, and was honestly very tame. Our relationship was like the "Brady Bunch" (i.e- lots of pranks and practical jokes, but nothing painful--other than embarrassment...LOL).

Becky had a wicked little temper, but couldn't hurt a fly -- her worst weapons were those sharp little fingernails (ouch!
Becky would claw like a little tiger...which is one reason I'd tickle her. By the time she was 10 and me 14, I weighed 160 lb; at age 14 she weighed 100 and me a 230 lb 18 year old (plus I began lifting weights at age 16).

There's no way I'd ever hit Becky --in fact, I never did. I was far too big and strong, and I knew it. When sis got ticked off and "attacked", I'd just grab her, avoid the "talons" and tickle the daylights out of her..which only made her madder

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Perry

my sis was 4 years older than I..

lmao about the phone pranks....I forgot all about evesdropping on her little phone callls....a great source for gathering incriminating evidence.


edit....i just remembered this one. Remember the "reel" type clothes lines?
Well..we would take one of her favorite dolls (again) and tie it to the line hanging from its feet. One of us would operate the line and reel it out across the yard while the other took target practice with a BB gun. an...those were the days!

oh...and these dolls always had a little hole in the mouth to feed it like a real baby....perfect size for a firecracker!

My sister and I were pests like Mary to the oldest two sisters. lol. They would be in their rooms talking about boys while we hid underneath the bed. They would be taking pictures of each other holding boyfriends photos. One day they wanted to take a picture of themselves with our huge Tom Kitty. He was under the bed with me and I thought "Uh-oh" my sister looked under the bed and screamed, I scared the living daylights out of her. Of course, I got in BIG trouble, but was able to blackmail them later when they took their Sunday joyrides and hung out and they had to bring us along with them. My sister and I shared a room. She snored bad, so I would get up and squeeze her nose together. lol. It worked for about 2 seconds.

how do you know YOU didn't snore?