I love, love, loved to tease my little sister when I was a kid...My little sister decorated the walls of her room with cute posters of puppies and kittens. In one of my most evil moments, I made up a sad story about each poster and told them to her...See that basket of kittens? They were found on a doorstep in a rainstorm. They miss their mommy, and hope you won't take them to the pound. And that picture of a cocker spaniel puppy holding a miniature American flag in his little mouth? Well, he was left behind...after a 4th of July parade. I was so rotten. She could never look at her posters again without feeling sad.

Another good one (that she tells me about, I don't even remember doing this...) was when she was 4 or 5 and I woke her up one morning and wished her happy birthday. She got all excited, told everyone it was her birthday all day long, and was looking forward to a party and a birthday cake that night.....It wasn't her birthday, of course. Just a random rotten act from a big sister.

Don't worry, I stopped teasing her a long time ago. We laugh about all of this now, really. There's a lot more; we had 2 brothers too and we all LOVED to torment each other.

-- Anonymous, November 08, 2000

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My baby sister was one of those who never got into any trouble, nor had any character traits, except for a sensitive nature and a terrible temper. She also had Platinum hair, and porceline skin, which means that whenever her sensitive nature was violated, and her temper aroused, her face would turn this incredible shade of purple. Whenever that happened, we used to say whatever it took to increase her color. It was terrible. OTOH, when my brother and I would get beatings, she would sit on the couch and say "I don't do stuff like that. I'm a good girl. Look at me. I'm being good." She had it all coming to her.

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-- Anonymous, November 08, 2000

Oops. I meant Character flaws, of course.

-- Anonymous, November 08, 2000

My brother used to beat me up on a daily basis, and have his friends join in. It started when I was 2 weeks old and he threw a soup can at my head. For years I had a big bruise on my upper arm because when we sat in the car next to each other he would punch me throughout the whole ride. One time he gave a neighbor a dollar to punch me in the stomach as we waited for the school bus. Two times I got even with him - one time I thew a Zim-Zam raquet at him and it hit his head, and another time I took my tennis raquet and slammed him in the arms and shoulders a few times. The second time I ended up under the car hiding from him. Of course, most of this happened while my parents were out of sight so they didn't know until after the fact.

People my age that knew us growing up would come up to me now and tell me how bad they felt for me when I was younger, since my brother was so big and no one could help defend me. He also used to tell me that I was adopted and mom and dad loved me less than him, and that I was worthless. He also said I had a nose like Jimmy Durante. For years I felt like a second-class citizen and still have very low self- esteem (but not all of that is only because of my brother).

Strangely enough, once he left home to go to college, we started getting along. By the time I graduated college we were friends, and now he is a 6'7" teddy bear.

-- Anonymous, November 08, 2000

ohyes!!!ive had alot of stepbrotehrs and stewpsisters in my life and it was'nt fun let me tell you. and some of my stepbrothers used to flirt alot with me. one of them wanted to date me!!!!!!!!!!!

-- Anonymous, November 08, 2000

Same here.... My little brother and I HATED each other throughout childhood and he absolutely tormented me to no end. He'd chase me around with a butcher knife, lock me in rooms/out of the house, call me names, punch, hit and kick me, get on the phone when I was talking and press buttons down so no conversation was possible, set his pet rats in my room when I was sleeping (I was deathly afraid of rats), and just make my life a living hell... and get out of it all with a cute smile for my mom.

Granted, I gave back as good as I got... long fingernails came in handy back then. But Sugarbear now claims he was just getting even with me for the time I told him (then age 3) that there was a little man who lived under his bed who'd come out and get him while he was sleeping- Sugie didn't sleep in his own bed until he was 8. :)

But now that we're adults and don't have to live in the same house, we're great friends, and get along thick as theives. We'll call each other and talk for hours, we visit often, and we get hysterical laughing over some of the awful stuff we did to each other as chilluns....

-- Anonymous, November 08, 2000

I mean "same here" in response to Nicole, not floosie! Sorry, flooz! :)

-- Anonymous, November 08, 2000

My brothers and I always fought. When my older brother would come for the weekends (he lived with his mom), he and my little brother would gang up on me and beat the shit out of me. But normally it was just me verus John, which was okay till he got really fucking big and strong (6'8", 240lb) and didn't realise his own strength -- I tell myself -- and would punch me really hard in the arms, or in my back, or in my stomach. Getting punched in the stomach is so fucking painful, I still have nightmares about it. But the worst thing was that he used to tackle me to the ground and tickle me. I'm so ticklish that it hurts. My Mom said that was just his way of showing me affection. Heh.

One time he threw a can of dog food at me -- like, it was open and Alpo showered on my head. I was so fucking pissed off, especially since I'd just got up at 5AM to pick up his drunk ass from some girl's house.

When we were little, I used to tell him that my parents found him in a plastic bag on the side of the road, or in the bottom of one of those bottomless toilets where all the shit just goes into a big hole. I think I deserved to get beat up for that.

-- Anonymous, November 08, 2000

My friend's brother and sister told her that their parents found her in Harlem in a back alley in a box of kitty litter with a bottle of ripple next to her.

They also convinced her that they were aliens and that their cloaked space ship was parked in the back yard.

-- Anonymous, November 08, 2000

Hah!

My mother used to tease me and say she was driving me to be reunited with my real family, because I was such a bad kid that she didn't want me anymore. One time she pulled up to a house that had a "No Trespassing" sign on it, and said, "You see that sign? It says, 'Come home, Jackie,' because this is your new house." I do remember I was too young to read, because then she was like, "Psych, I'm just playin'."

It's way funnier in retrospect, though not at all funny if it wasn't about me.

-- Anonymous, November 08, 2000

Yeah, my sister couldn't sleep too well in her bed either...I concocted a story about how, before our neighborhood was developed, it used to be farmland and the farmer's little girl...just about my sister's age...was killed and buried underground right where my sister's bed now stood and if you listened really closely, you could hear her little fingernails scratching at the foundation of our house, trying to get out...

Then, during the day when I was at school, she'd rip all of my Barbie clothes and broke the arm off my Princess Leia action figure. She just made me insane....she imitated EVERYTHING I did, from clothes to music to guys.

This all cracks us up now. We all played and fought really rough, but just about the age that we got big enough to really hurt each other, we all mysteriously clued in to stop doing that. I vaguely remember what it feels like to be punched in the stomach by one of my brothers, but I also remember what it feels like to punch the living shit out of a boy. We graduated from punching to tickling, spitting in each other's food, and for very bad deeds, pinning-down-and-giving-a-sternal-rub. That is sheer torture. Hee. We haven't progressed much past this point though. I probably won't make it through Xmas without spitting on the last piece of something yummy to mark my territory and stake it out from my brothers. How old am I?

-- Anonymous, November 08, 2000

My sister and I teased my older brother unmercifully. And he teased us even worse. But, my sister and I have this terrible guilt thing about my brother even now because my Dad had a rule in our house that boys/men do not hit girls/women, ever, ever, ever, no matter what. PERIOD. Okay, this was a good rule and my brother has grown up to be a wonderful man who loves and respects women (even his sisters). BUT...my sister and I took advantage of that rule and would try to get our brother to hit us so we could get him in trouble. He usually wouldn't no matter what we did, but once in a great while he would. Then we would run to our daddy and tell on my brother and he would get in trouble. Once when my brother was about 13, we really bugged him until he hit one of us. Then we ran to daddy and told. Then, I guess because my brother was getting big, and my dad had his own problems, my dad went pretty nuts and it was a crazy scene that ended very badly. Nobody died or got seriously injured, but my sister and I still get sick when we think about it (this happened over 30 years ago). Needless to say, we never bugged my brother again. As an adult, I've apologized several times to my brother and he just laughs at me and says the bugging was attention and he loved getting attention from us and that my dad's rule was right and the bad scene wasn't our fault. I still feel bad about it.

-- Anonymous, November 08, 2000

My brother and I used to play a game we called "Comanches" when we were young. We'd steal our sisters dolls, strip the clothes off of them, paint "wounds" on them with lipstick and hang 'em in the trees in the backyard. This would make out two younger sisters hysterical for some reason. When they started dating and the dates were waiting for them while they did last minute primps, my brother and I would make remarks to the dates: "Are you the only moron in your family?" "You're out of luck...she's on the rag." "Did my sister tell you the bad news about her lab report." I used to burble in my brother's milk because I knew Mom would make him drink it before he could get down from the table. We used to open our mouths to show our sisters chewed food at the dinner table when the folks weren't looking and other obnoxious shit because they had weak stomachs. We all get along and are very supportive of each other now.

-- Anonymous, November 08, 2000

We didn't tease, we just fought, mostly. One brother and I used to get along fairly well, but grew apart when I went off to college. There's seven years between my sister and myself, so we really didn't spend much time together as kids. Though today we're pretty close.

My other brother, well, I never liked him as a kid, and I don't like him now. Whiny, arrogant, alcoholic, disturbed prick. My husband jokes that he always thinks of my brother whenever he hears about "Right wing militant group blows up XXX." But it's always the first thing that crosses my mind, too.

I think that the three of us have FINALLY got my mom over the notion that families are all supposed to be squishy-huggy-kissy all-is- forgiven. That's bull. My brother is a menace to society and I'm not going to like him just because we have some genetic material in common. Maybe if he'd turn into a decent human being someday, but not now.

-- Anonymous, November 09, 2000

I'm the youngest of four and we're all 18mths apart in age. I know that everyone always thinks "the baby" is spoiled by the parents, but let me just say that any spoiling (which is not much) was pretty much nullified by the years of torture supplied by my older sister and brother. I had a variety of things done to me, including having all my hair cut off with dog shears, being forced to swallow cold cream of shrimp soup (shudder) and getting knocked over the head with the phone hard enough that the cut required stitches.

(In my sister's defense, I had thrown something at her, right before she cold-cocked me and she didn't really hit that hard, just with accuracy..)

I was never pesky. I was too busy hiding.

-- Anonymous, November 09, 2000

I'm also the youngest of four. My closest brother is four and a half years older than me. He terrorized me, but never beat me up. Stalking me around our empty house with a rifle? Yeah, that sucked. He was a bully to me. I love him now, but I haven't forgotten how mean he was to me. He knows that, and he knows I've forgiven him. But it didn't help my perception of the world in general when I was a little kid and didn't know what to expect next.

-- Anonymous, November 09, 2000

Wow, a lot of us are from big families. I have three siblings and our family always seemed so much bigger than my friends' families growing up. Would you want families as big as you grew up in, or do ya'll plan to keep the numbers lower? This is an issue I give a lot of thought to...I love having siblings but no way am I dropping 4 pups...

-- Anonymous, November 09, 2000

The only way I'm having 4 kids is if I forget my pills for a week in a row and I get pregnant with quadruplets...

Nothing against big families or anything... We're catholic and there were kids at my school who had like 7 and 8 siblings. And one or two families with a dozen kidlets. I just, hmmm, well, the thought of having that many kids makes me want to curl up in a ball and whimper.

-- Anonymous, November 09, 2000

I have one sibling who is 5 years younger then me. As you can imagine with such a large age difference he drove me insane when we were younger. Once he hit his teens and I didn't live at home anymore we got along really well. We're really close now, in fact we live in the same apartment building. But man he drove me nuts when we were kids cause he always wanted to do everything I did and I resented the fact that my parents made me babysit him all the time.

-- Anonymous, November 10, 2000

I used to get teased by brother and sister, but that's about it because my brother is 5 years older and my sister is 4 years older than me.

But my brother and sister are only 14 months apart and they always fought. My brother used to wrestle in high school and my sister was always his target. I remember him pounding her into the floor. He also used to shoot BBs at me when I was swinging.

He's changed a lot.

-- Anonymous, November 10, 2000

The fact that I was born and supplanted my brother as the baby of the family was apparently enough for him to become a psychopath. He did so many sadistic and illegal things to me, that I don't speak to him or generally acknowledge his existence. The rest of my older sibings were sane and treated me fairly well. Sadly, because they're all so much older, they weren't around to protect me.

-- Anonymous, November 10, 2000

boy am I glad I'm an only child...

-- Anonymous, November 13, 2000

i have a pet hamster and my sister mollie put him in the stove,fridge,frezer etc. and she pounds the crap out of me.she also throws snow balls at me in the winter. but she defends me in school

-- Anonymous, December 08, 2000

Really Mom, he jumped into the hay mound in the barn and thats how he broke his arm. We didn't push him, honest. (Said with a straight face and really fake concern. Just because we were taking turns jumping into the hay doesn't mean we meant to kick hay from the mound each time until baby brother was pus---uh took his turn and jumped. On his own. Honest!)

-- Anonymous, December 09, 2000