What did you and your siblings do to pester each other as kids/teens?? **Title edited by MNHQ**

[Stampy84]

Aibu to think it was character building and totally normal to pretty much torture each other, but if anyone else outside the family even tried to be horrible to you the gloves were off?

I have a few, the main one I remember is my older brother coming running down the stairs telling me I’d left the bathroom tap on and the upstairs bathroom was flooding, I went running up in a panic and it transpired he’s have done a gigantic smelly turd in there, slam the door and refuse to let me out until I’d ‘breathed it in’

I used to leave pins sunny side up outside my brothers bedroom, then taunt him into running out by calling him names.. he’s stand on them in bare feet 🦶

They also told me that black pepper corn tasted of chocolate, so I’d naively eat one- that burnt a lot!!

Also they would tell me how I was the brave one (youngest of 4) and I’m the only one who could sneak down the stairs at night to steam biscuits.. I’d be mid-way to the kitchen when they’d bang on the floor and shout ‘stampys out of bed mum!!!’

Anyone else got stories or were we just awful to each other??

Disclaimer: We did, and still do all get on really well, only we were allowed to do this to each other.. if anyone else dared we went incredibly protective 😂

I remember my brother put chilli powder in my drink once when we were kids, so I then spent months trying to get him back by adding increasingly disgusting things to his food. Unfortunately he was such a pig he gulped down his food without tasting it so he was oblivious to it all!

I also remember my parents taking us to this national trust type place once and while they were off admiring the gardens, my siblings ententertained themselves by hanging me over a well(!) and telling me they were going to drop me on the count of 3! Bastards.

Oh and another brother locking me out of the house when we were teenagers and making me watch through the window while he read all the secret notes my best friend and I had written to each other about who we fancied then threatening to take them into school and show them to the boy I liked.

We all get on really well as adults!

My sister was so easy to wind up, and I used to tease her a lot. If anyone really fat or odd-looking came on television, I'd say " Ooh, you really fancy him, I can tell!" She would squeal with rage, and hurl something at me, while I laughed. Or I'd go into her bedroom when she was in bed, and point into the corner, and say in a creepy, quavery voice "I can see a little girl over there looking at us....." Can't believe I was so horrible. We do get on now though, many years later!

My oldest sister hates seaweed, the 3 of us sister were at the beach last week and me and my middle sister took my boys for a walk on the rocks. I said to her oh we need to find some seaweed to scare older sister, she already had some in her hand when we got back we gave it to my niece who threw it on her when she wasn't looking causing her to jump a mile and scream I am mid 30's and they're early forties haha

"D"Sis (3 years older) used to push me out of the way to get onto the loo first then pee as s-l-o-w-l-y as she could .
On the rare event I got my arse on the pan first she'd drag me off ( it did give me great bladder control, had to stop mid-pee)

My DS found some little cat toys that DD got in a magazine (one of those fortnightly mags about cats ) , he hung them from her bed with map pins dug into their faces . I didn't ask him, I took a photo and said "Explain" .......his guilty smirk was his admission

@Stampy84 our DM doesn't know to this day 36 years later. Before that indiscretion my sister was a member of Superman's Stamp Out Nick O'Teen campaign . My sister has never smoked since but I've never forgotten it (evil laugh).

My older brother used to tease me mercilessly about my skin, which was rough, dry and bumpy. It gave me such a complex. Funnily enough he tells me if he ever caught his kids doing such a thing there would be very strong words.

My brother found a frog on the compost heap and shoved it down the back of my neck under my tshirt - we are now NC

Yabadee that Mars bar story is hilarious!

I convinced my brother his toy trucks were in fact rollar skates and he could skate down the stairs with them. I even went as far as giving him a careful demonstration to remove any doubts he had in his mind!

Things obviously went wrong on his turn that resulted in him cannonballing down two flights of stairs to an almighty crash landing at the front door; which was then immediately followed by my brother rolling into our parents bedroom at the bottom of the stairs due the position his body was in, and to add insult to injury he also got a right bollocking off our mother for "being thicker than a loaf of bread".

Trying to "toughen him up" as I like to call it during our childhood could possibly explain part of the reason why we are very much different people now as adults. Chalk and cheese is definitely an understatement when it comes to us but I much prefer it like this in all honesty.

My sister drew a line down the middle of our shared room because she thought I was messy. I was.

She is younger than me but I was scared of her because she would suddenly give me the silent treatment but wouldn't tell me what I had done to deserve it. It would last for days. Other times we pushed our beds together and held hands while going to sleep.

I'm feeling very blessed! We read a lot of books and played the piano and went horse riding!!
Are you all terribly damaged?

My DB and I were ruthless with each other but he still chose to attend the same high school and uni as I did and we're close, although not as close as he is with DSis3. Out of the 4 of us I'm closest to DSis2 but we still torture each other Mostly verbal sparring but woe betide anyone else try it!

@FuzzyPuffling nothing a few grand in therapy can’t sort out 😉

My brother and I were demons and how our parents didn't sell us is beyond me. He used to put me in the wicker laundry basket, tie the lid on with my Dad's dressing gown belt and roll it down the stairs. He did it once and was a little too rough with his roll and I smashed into the cabinet at the bottom of the stairs destroying all their best china.

To this day my brother maintains I did it to myself and takes no share in the shame.

My sister once encouraged me to open and sniff an apparently empty jar. She had earlier farted directly into it and put the lid on.

I'm am only child and I read these sibling threads with horror tbh. As an adult looking back I think I'd be devastated and very very angry if my friends had treated me like that and I can never help thinking that if non-family children were doing it to them, we'd all be screaming about bullying and potential police involvement? I hate the fact that even children can be so nasty. It's vile behaviour and it worries and upsets me that anyone thinks it's okay or normal to be like this. I'm well aware it makes me sound hysterical and po faced but I can't help it, and it definitely affects my parenting of my two boys. I find their relationship incredibly hard to navigate and understand.

This sounds like the sort of stuff I grew up with. It was horrible, the only benefit I got was learning to never show fear or upset. As adults, my ‘D’ B continued with constant verbal jabs, which I greyrocked for years and only occasionally got upset after a long day of crap. Obviously he would then call me emotional. He still thinks he’s hilarious and it’s all just a joke, even though I have no contact with him. He’s one of the worst kinds of bully, dressing it up as a big laugh.
I love not having that in my life.

3 of us were all feral children. By MN standards we are all abusive arseholes to each other

We would set up the mattresses against the beds and take turns flinging each other into the walls, that escalated to trying to fling each other out of the door in to the hallway, ended up flying through the air like a demented squirrel landing on top of my unsuspecting DM. We would use toy box lids to go down stairs, try and find the strangest places to sleep, I attempted the kitchen sink wasn't great. DB would tie me to the tree outside and my DM would return from work to find me in the garden, quietly waiting.

I loved every minute of growing up

Spotting a new bruise on the other and pressing it "to see if it hurt"

@ImFreeToDoWhatIWant how do your boys get on?

My sister knocked one of my teeth out with a swing, another time I was sunbathing on the grass and she kept jumping over me so I "accidently" lifted my leg and she fell and broke her arm. We also used to take it in turns to push each other down the stairs in the baby bath, we're great friends now though!

In the mornings my brother and I would pull all of the cushions off the sofa and play WWF. It always ended in tears, but now I am LC with him it is one of my fonder memories.

I also used to "grass" on him all of the time. If he hit me, I would run screaming to DM....hitting myself in the same place the entire time so it would be bright red when she saw it

@Stampy84 Not as violently as some of the tales on here thankfully (I think that would send me out of my mind tbh!) but it's the constant little digs, the deliberate winding up, the seemingly actual pleasure in upsetting each other that I neither understand nor can tolerate. Why would any human being want to upset and hurt another just for the hell of it? I get that we can all react badly when provoked, that's normal, but it's the horrible unprovoked stuff - I don't get it. I worry constantly that one or the other of them is slightly 'broken' inside somehow to be that unpleasant? How are they going to be as adults? I just have no frame of reference for this stuff at all!

I should say that my husband also says it's entirely normal, he and his sister fought like banshees as kids and love each other dearly. He often takes the lead in sorting out our boys squabbles as I sometimes go overboard on the discipline for what he considers minor things!

We were pretty evil to each other.

'Chinese' burns, Mercy, they were the tamer games!

In summer we'd put ice cubes down each others necks or back of your knickers if you were really caught off guard. My elder sister and I used to fight viciously, we'd smack each other then run and hide in the locked bathroom until Mum came home!

Two siblings would hold down the third and tickle them mercilessly! When my elder sister was being spiteful she'd rip out the last page of the book I was reading (major bookworm here)

I've just thought of another! It was my brothers aim to get me grounded for as long as we can whenever we went out to play in the street. I can remember one time when he was chasing me and ended up tripping over the curb and hurting his legs.

He thought it would be a great idea to act as though I savagely attacked him! My brother immediately started screaming bloody murder, shouting for our parents to come quickly and generally causing a massive ruckus in the street to the point where curtins were twitching.

What made things worse was our "friends" always sided with him and that made me so vexed to the point where I'd proper kick off with them all every time but that didn't really help my case looking back on it as that just gave my parents even more reason to believe my brother.

Calculating and manipulating so and so's what they were! Haha 😁