How did you torture your siblings?

[ApocalypseNowt]

If, indeed, you did.

I distinctly remember bopping my sister on the head with a recorder one time. I can still hear the 'donk' noise it made.

Then there was the favourite of repeating everything she said in a whiny voice.

My DH's eldest brother used to keep a fart jar then pin down his younger siblings and hold it over their face.

Any other gems any of you would care to admit to.....?

We had a doberman/greyhound x. She would run like the clappers when you shouted go. My youngest sister had roller skates...

I peed in my sister's bed once...

When my DS was around 6 and his sister around 11, he would wait for her to get in the bath and then announce he had wee'd in the water - caused her much shrieking. He would also shout to tell her he was sitting on her pillow with his bare bottom..... She never thought either of these things was remotely amusing.

DH's big sister used to sit on his chest with her knees on his shoulders and open a door hard onto his head repeatedly.

Repeating everything they say in a whiney voice
Hiding his blanky
putting fish tank grit in his shoes!

ruby I do the pillow/bare bum wind up on my dh...

My bedroom was directly oposit the bathroom. I used to hear my brother coming down the landing to go to the toilet. I used to run into the bathroom just before he got to the door, lock it, then sit in the bathroom doing nothing while laughing at him through the door.

It used to drive him absolutely bonkers.

I did it about 5 times a day for around 8 years

Backfired epically though as when we moved house my brother got the en suite bedroom due to my antics

hid in the hedge when 6 year old dsis was coming home from school, and talked to her in put on voice pretending to be her invisible pet rabbit

which was lovely really now that I think about it

Aw, you're far too sweet for this thread 7days

Just remembered one - being the younger sibling i got the bottom bunk when my sister and I used to share a room. I'd stick my legs up and push her mattress up as high as i could when she was trying to get to sleep.

Every. Single. Night.

Ah, the bunkbeds reminded me I used to do a variation of this - pull down on the buttons in the mattress so that it sagged in that particular spot. Used to drive him crazy!

There were various phrases that used to really wind him up, as well - most of them quite random.

"Are you a hubba bubba?" is one I remember .

My sister used to tell me long stories about the witch that lived in the shed, and then tie me up and lock me in for hours on end with the rats alone in the dark. Whilst she and my brother played outside and laughed if I shouted and screamed and told me I was a coward.

That sort of thing?

Aw thanks Apocalypse I must have repressed all the other stuff though

Chinese burns and encouraging the insertion of scissors into sockets.

I used to rip the eyes out of my sister's Simon Le Bon posters

cut the hair and eyelashes on my sister's dolls

I also used to make mud pies and make my little brother eat them.

I used to shout "Ow! Don't hit me! That hurt!" so my mum would punish whichever sibling was in the room with me at the time. I was a good child so my mum always believed me and it was far more satisfying than actually doing something to a sibling myself. My siblings hadn't hit me, so I didn't do it too often, but it was effective.

I also used to repeat the word chin non stop to my youngest sibling. Apparently it made him feel sick and frequently reduced him to tears .

If my sister pissed me off I would trap her in a room, wedge myself in the doorway with my arms and kick my legs in the air like a windmill. Meaning the only way to escape the room would be getting through my barrage of kicks! Also I would run at her with my arms going round like a windmill, so she'd get punched and slapped loads. The best one though was making up stupidly catchy little phrase a and saying them loads so they got stuck in her head and went round and round.

I had a weak bladder as a child so she'd frequently make me laugh so hard I wet myself! We were awful to each other but were best friends too.

"Stop copying me"
"Stop copying me"
"Stop copying me"
"Stop copying me"
"Stop copying me"
ad infinitum (there were 3 of us)

Tied DB to the apple tree with the skipping rope pretending it was part of a game, then made off with his Action Man while he watched.

Tickled DB and DSis without actually touching them (they were both extremely ticklish and if you pretended to tickle them, they creased up). Very handy as you could legitimately say "But I haven't touched him/her" and you weren't fibbing.

Told Dsis lots of untrue things (like a children's TV character lived in a particular spot ) and every time we drove by, we pretended to see him. Drove her nuts trying to see him.

Made Dsis repeat particular words she couldn't say properly, or asked her questions where they were the answers, then laughed at her. Every time. (she pronounced train tracks as chain chacks, for example)

I just remembered what Dp would do to his sister. If she wound him up, he would steal the batteries out of all her toys when she was out and hide them. They never did find his battery stash, I like to imagine the next home owners discovered his hoard one day.

I rememver once whacking my sis over the head with a sweeping brush, I had planned this assault and had my bike parked and ready in the back street to aid my escape, the doors were all open all I had to do was run.......

Sadly my bike was a racer so after creeping behind my sis, donking her on the head my escape was thwarted when my bike did the classic racer thing of the front wheel going haywire, I ended up in an undignified heap tangled up in metal and my sister ended up helping me up. Hardly the ending I expected

How did I torture my siblings?

Often, and with great glee.

I found a love letter from my brother to his girlfriend (early high school years? they would have been 12 ish?) and read it out on the school bus.

There were 3 of us, me and 2 brothers, I used to follow eldest brothers friend everywhere with my sindy car, when we fought I would climb on his back and pull his hair back, he got me back by throwing pepper in my eyes.

No idea where my parents were.

When we stayed at my Granny's house whoever was last to wake up would have smelling salts wafted beneath their nose.

Smelling salts are VERY reviving!

Oh and when DB1 was old enough I found his condom stash and showed my mum where it was. I was the sister from hell.