Name a mean thing a sibling did to you when you were a kid.

My sister terrorized me. Today she's a great sister and on more than just a few occasions apologized for her behavior towards me. The worst was when she gave me a wet willy on my nose. Made me gag, it did. Disgusting!

What is a wet willy?

I used to dangle this big black rubber spider off a string from the top bunk and my younger brother would go into hysterics. My parents thought he was having nightmares. Found the key to my sisters diary and made some entries of my own. Man was she po'd!!! Thats just the tip of the iceberg....

We used to stay the weekend with grandparents quite a bit. Now, for a long time it was me, my sister (who was older) and two second cousins (both females of around my sister's age). So, she would have someone to play with, but I was basically left out in the cold. I would try to play with them in their games, but then they would just run and hide from me. So, with both my grandparents watching grown up shows on TV, and my sister and cousins off playing somewhere I couldn't find them, I was usually pretty miserable.

Probably accounts for my well-developed mean streak....

My brother used to pin me down with my legs over my head and tickle me until I would just about throw up. Cruel. He was cruel.

When I was in high school my then bf and I would sit on my
parents front porch and uh "talk." My little sister would
hide in the bushes and spy on us. When I would tell my mom
my sister would say "but mom I'm learning how to be a detective."

:( where do i begin?????? The one thing that sticks in my mind is playing hide and seek in our house and my brother convinces me that the dryer in the basement is a great place to hid and then the sibs decide to quite and go upstairs for supper. Mother didn't notice I was missing until supper was over. Same brother literally kicked me off the end of his foot cuz I wouldn't get him a glass of milk. Other brother kicked me in the stomach once because a woman won on jeopardy that night and all girls are dumb, my sister used to scribble my name on the closet walls......but I blame my fear of heights on my oldest brother whom on occassion got a kick outta hanging me upside down over the upstairs railing and listening to me scream. (I'm still bothered by the fact that my mother wouldn't do anything about it--except maybe an occassional, "Bill, that's enough...the screaming's giving me a headache).. Of course there was the time that my brothers had their fishing gear laid out one night and I decided to cast down the stairwell and I "hooked" my brother in the neck.......unfornuately it was the one "nice" brother I had.

sue

Holy c**p! You guys make me grateful I am an only child!

Although my mother did enough rotten stuff to me to make up for not having siblings.

Two older sisters and two older brothers. No physical stuff like punching or kicking, but a whole bunch of verbal abuse. Fifth child - fifth wheel. Has made me the queen of the nasty comeback. Sad, but I'm not really close to any of them.

I had 2 kids, boys. The younger one was his mother's baby so he could do no wrong. He would aggravate his older brother until he retaliated then start crying. Mom would run upstairs and punish older brother. I could see what was going on but no matter how many times I told her about it she persisted in punishing older brother. If something got broken younger would point to older and he got it again. Older finally joined the army and younger was left with no one to blame or taunt. When he realized that not me was gone he was quite upset but that was nothing compared to how he finally realized he missed him when older never cared to contact him after leaving home.

When I was fifteen and my sister, Melisa, was thirteen, she better to go to the movies with me and my friend. It was a horror movie and I refused because she always got scared and cried until we called my dad to pick her up which meant i had to wait in the in the lobby until my dad picked her up. That meant that I missed a lot of the movie. So no she couldn't go with us. She poured and said she would get even with me.
A couple of weeks later, my mom and dad left us at home while they went out to dinner and dancing. They got home at 2 a.m., and, Melisa accused me of raping her while they were gone. My dad had more than a few drinks in him and immediately started beating the deal out of me. It was only after I had been best senseless, that Melisa admitted that she had lied. Nothing was done to her. It as as if nothing had happened except for my bloody face and bruised body.
It took me over a month to recover from the beating. When I asked my sister why she did that, she said, You should've let me go to the movie with you guys!
I was determined to have revenge.
Seems later, another horror was playing and my sister asked to go with us. Even no refused, Mel whispered in my ear, Remember what happened last time. I still refused.
Sometime later my sister had her friend, Julie, and her brother , Jim, over to swim in our pool. While they were swimming I swiped Jim's under pants.
The next time my parents went out dancing, I waited until my sister took her shower. She had a habit of showering and then wrapping a towel around herself and returning to her room to change into her bed clothes. I was named when I followed her to her room. I ripped the towel of it her. Pushed her into the bed and raped her for real. When I finished with her, I used Jim's underwear to wipe the semen and blood from my penis and dropped them at the edge of her bed.
When my mom and dad returned at 2 am, I was waiting at the door and told them that Mel had Him over and that they went into Mel's bedroom and closed the door. When they found underpants Jim's stained underpants that sealed my revenge.

When I was fifteen and my sister, Melisa, was thirteen, she better to go to the movies with me and my friend. It was a horror movie and I refused because she always got scared and cried until we called my dad to pick her up which meant i had to wait in the in the lobby until my dad picked her up. That meant that I missed a lot of the movie. So no she couldn't go with us. She poured and said she would get even with me.
A couple of weeks later, my mom and dad left us at home while they went out to dinner and dancing. They got home at 2 a.m., and, Melisa accused me of raping her while they were gone. My dad had more than a few drinks in him and immediately started beating the deal out of me. It was only after I had been best senseless, that Melisa admitted that she had lied. Nothing was done to her. It as as if nothing had happened except for my bloody face and bruised body.
It took me over a month to recover from the beating. When I asked my sister why she did that, she said, You should've let me go to the movie with you guys!
I was determined to have revenge.
Seems later, another horror was playing and my sister asked to go with us. Even no refused, Mel whispered in my ear, Remember what happened last time. I still refused.
Sometime later my sister had her friend, Julie, and her brother , Jim, over to swim in our pool. While they were swimming I swiped Jim's under pants.
The next time my parents went out dancing, I waited until my sister took her shower. She had a habit of showering and then wrapping a towel around herself and returning to her room to change into her bed clothes. I was named when I followed her to her room. I ripped the towel of it her. Pushed her into the bed and raped her for real. When I finished with her, I used Jim's underwear to wipe the semen and blood from my penis and dropped them at the edge of her bed.
When my mom and dad returned at 2 am, I was waiting at the door and told them that Mel had Him over and that they went into Mel's bedroom and closed the door. When they found underpants Jim's stained underpants that sealed my revenge.

When j were bout 8 years my 13 years brother Dan raped me when parents was away for weekend an letter us all alone. It hugged lots an I cried an begged him to stop but he dint. He slap me real hard and jus laffed an kept on puhin an sayed he needed to get his nut. He tolded me that it only hugged so bad firs time an the more we done it the better it gonna feels. An for sure next time we done it wasn't hurting so bad. An more times after that it started hurting less until it feels kinda guud.. Still I don't like idee of what an was doin to me. Don't seem right for bruther an sister be doin sech stuff an I sayed it to brother Dan. Brother Dan don't care cause he kept on doin me fur years.
I hate him cause I think he messed me up an thing my life.