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 😂

He can, not we can.

I remember my dad got so fed up of me and DB bickering that he shut us in the downstairs bathroom with butter knives and told us to only come out when one won Hunger games had nothing on the level of fighting that we did, but it was a good way to relieve the tensions between us and most fights were forgotten (unlike Monopoly or any other board games that ended up being banned ). DB is the master of verbal putdowns towards us but the sisters are the most likely to murder and dispose of anyone who hurts him. I had a friend once who was really surprised at how we speak to each other, but in our family the level of sarcasm indicates how well you've been assimilated, so you've truely arrived if we're meanish

Ah I also remember another favourite of my brothers... when I was around 14, I got a ‘boyfriend’ this was back in the days when you had to ring the house phone to speak to someone..
My boyfriend rang and my brother answered.. one took the call telling said boy ‘that I wasn’t free to talk as I’d been on the toilet with the shits all afternoon’

while the other held me down and covered my mouth... I fought like never before and was screaming but they carried on regardless 🙄
You can imagine my horror as a 14 year old girl having anything toilet related said to a boy I was seeing!! They’re both still very proud of this story the arseholes!!!

DMum used to give a basket of laundry to put away , we used to play Get Mum's knickers over your opponent's head

DMum wore those long legged bloomer type knickers so there was a lot of get over .
Winner got them all the way on with just your hair line sticking out the top.

Suffice to say my DC don't put away my laundry .

All kinds of things, when it was my half hour with the TV remote, leaving it on the channel he wanted and hiding the batteries, by the time I'd found them or he'd relented my time was up. Any elaborate rude to make me smell his farts, or walk into a room where he'd just done one. Telling each other we looked/smelled like increasingly ridiculous people. Even recently said to me 'smell this' I hesitated but we're both in our thirties now, it was fishing bait, I said no it'll be disgusting. He turned the bag round and it said tutti frutti, and said no it smells like those gobstoppers you could get when we were little. I leant over to sniff, he pushed the bag up and chased me with it, when I ran realising it smelled like dying fish.

@BoxOfBabyCheeses DB and I used to do Saturday WWF cushion wrestling, inevitably it got out of hand! We're still close now though.

Nothing. We had absolutely nothing in common and may as well have come from different planets. We never played or did anything together, and although we would probably both say that we love the other because we are sisters, we don't like each other, don't understand each other's lives and now, several decades on, speak to each other only briefly, once a year at Christmas.

How could I forget. My sister and I had to alternate washing and drying the dishes. Our initials were on the calendar. My sister could see microscopic bits of dirt on the dishes and would constantly send them back to me to rewash. Inhumane, it was,

My sister is younger by nearly 2 years and was desperate to hang out with me when I was in my early teens. She'd knock on my bedroom door and I'd grudgingly let her in. I'd let her stand there for about 10 seconds before announcing; "Errr, I said you could come into my room - that was all, I did not give you permission to breathe my air!" and I would insist that she had to hold her breath whilst she was in the room, ducking her head back out onto the landing every 20 seconds or so for a fresh lung full of oxygen! I can't believe I was so mean!

On the other hand, one of my sister's favourite pass times was to yell from her bedroom (or any other room I wasn't in at the time) "Owwwww! Muuuuuuuum... Betsy keeps hitting me! Ouch! Stop it Betsy, that hurts!" whilst I'd poke my head out of my room, incredulous, shouting "I'm not even upstairs!" Allegedly, she once tried it for a full minute, before realising I'd been sent to the shop and wasn't even in the same street at the time!

Lots of Chinese burns, mercy and other childish games.

My sis would deliberately pick games to teach me that she knew how to win easily and I, as a beginner, would lose. Infuriating.

As teens we would pop into each rooms when we were out and nick each others make up and CDs. She used to do this really annoying thing where I'd be sat in my room on my own and she'd stand in the doorway. Not actually in my room but just on the outside. "Muuuuuuum, sis in my rooooom!!!" Then my sister would sneer "I'm not in your room!". Techincally, she was right and it drove me mad.

Fought like cat and dog when we lived together. We still revert to childish behaviour now when we all get together at Xmas which is funny. We love each other dearly and support each other. We look back on those times and laugh (mostly).

The pestering was character building and built our resilience definitely. We also knew that if anyone hurt the other sibling, we fucking lose our shit at them.

Yes to Chinese burns, ice cubes down the neck, etc. But most of ours were verbal.
I'd say “Jenny” (not her name) in a fairly annoying drawl when she was busy, and when she finally looked up and said “yes?”, I’d immediately say “Nothing”. I used to give myself points for how many times I could get this to happen in a day. It used to drive her crazy.
She would drive me mad by mimicking what I said in silly voices, or repeating what I said, or rhyme what I said. Example: “can I have a sweet” would become “yes, you've got big feet”