My brother was in bed, hiding his head under the covers.
He said: “You can’t hit me, cause you cfan’t see me.”
So I hit him.
Knocked out his tooth.
I think we have a winner.
Heck, I do that with my son when I need some quiet. That ain’t mean. It’s self-preservation.
I laughed my ass off reading this.
I remember, when I was about ten or eleven, hauling off and hitting my brother in the middle of the sidewalk–in a crowded public street–because he’d been snarking and sniping at me the whole way home.
Never, ever did that again. It felt really horrible to look him in the face afterwards. 
Fortunately, we’re on pretty good terms. 
I was about 12, so my sister was almost 11. She’d started playing softball but I’m not sporty at all. I’d been picking on her for years and she must’ve gotten fed up because one day in my bedroom when I tried to torment her (don’t remember why) she knocked me down into my open closet, pinned me and wouldn’t let me up for at least ten minutes. When she let me up I had a huge very painful bruise all the way down my arm from the door track. It lasted for weeks. I remember my mom telling her to leave me alone because I ‘hate’ her. Nice!
My husband’s brother should have been in therapy for little brother abuse - he put him in a coma for three days by hitting him in the head with a brick, pushed him off their roof and hubby landed on a pipe which shattered his jaw, re-broke his kneecap with a snow shovel the day after he got his cast off, regularly hog-tied him in the kitchen after school, plus much much more!
Oooh! Oooh! I almost forgot:
While up in a tree, big bro to hubby to pee on an electric fence!
WHAM!
I’m really embarrassed to admit this, but when I was 10 or 11, I told my 3.5 years younger brother what a nut cracker was “really” for. In retrospect, I’m glad he tried it with the small hand-held nut cracker instead of our big huge nut cracker. That would probably would have sent him to the E/R!
It’s good that you can talk about it this way now, though. Did your sister recover and are you close with her now?
Amazing that any of us survived to adulthood.
I did this to a stepsister. I intended just to frighten her (in that pointless way big brothers do to younger sisters): I put her in a headlock, dragged her over to the gas stove, and held her head over a front burner. Then, because she couldn’t see the control panel, I twisted a dial for a back burner so she would hear the click-click-click of the igniter, but then when the flames popped on it wouldn’t be under her head, ha ha, gotcha.
Except I somehow misread the controls and I actually turned on the one directly under her head. Lots of hairspray. Whoosh.
No injuries, but I spent an hour with her in the bathroom trimming off all the frizzy little ends and frantically apologizing like the dumbass I was.
Lets see … I have a twin brother and a sister almost two years older than us …
My brother and I cut all the hair off my sisters dolls to make blow darts out of pins.
Proceeded to have a blow dart war across our room that ended when I hit him and the homemade dart stuck in the bridge of his nose. Boy was my our sister pissed!
Anyone remember Spin Art. Yea, what a great toy for a kid! We set our sisters up on her bed, poured a ton of paint (from house paint cans) into it, filling it up. It was
leaking badly too. Turned it on and ran! Boy were our asses sore after that one.
In a heated (one of thousands) argument with my bro, through Donka Dump Truck
at him. It hit him square in the forehead producing much screaming and a copious amount of blood. Brothers retaliation … to pick up nearest big branch he could find and hitting me as hard has he could upside the head. Which produced
the same results! ER Doc … you guys are back so soon :eek:
One time my brother an I got on the school bus, I can’t remember what I said or did to him, but as soon as the bus started to rolling my brother hit me over the top of my head with his plastic book bag! The metal squared reinforcing edge (I don’t think they make them this unsafe any more) gouged a my forehead. Blood promptly started pumping/ pulsing/squirtuing out of my head and running down the groves in the tread that ran down the center isle of the bus. The bus driver, after stopping and finding me a towel or something, drove around the block back to where my mom was still talking to another mother, and kicked us off yelling …“TAKE THEM …THEY’RE NOT ALLOWED ON MY BUS ANYMORE”
And many, many more!
I just remembered when my sis hit me over the head with her bag of marbles. I hit her back with mine, but I had about twice the amount marbles and gave her a concussion! Ah, the good old days!
My brother and I used to beat the shit out of each other as kids. He was about two and a half years younger and much smaller.
When we were younger, we got a set of nature encyclopedias. One of the volumes was about arachnids, and there was a great picture of a large, hairy tarantula. We called it “The Picture”. That thing had him terrified. I used to scare him at every opportunity.
It’s a measure of his character that he speaks to me at all, let alone be friends.
Robin
My oldest sister is 14 years older than me. I think I was three or four at the time. I don’t remember doing this, but was told it often enough as I was growing up. I told my sister I was going to punch her in the nose - and I DID. It must have been a pretty hard punch as I broke her nose. Her nose was never the same afterwards. She suffered from frequent nosebleeds as a result, some of which required cauterization. She still has a large “bump” in the bridge of her nose.
Next sister is 9 years older than me. I was in my mid teens. I had taken a burnt out bulb from the dining room “chandelier”. I told her to put her finger in the light bulb socket and I would turn the light on. She did - and I did. She received a shock - and got mad at me. Told my mother later that I did it without her “knowledge”. I don’t remember my mother doing anything about it.
I’m glad that some of you were not my siblings. Some of you were pretty dangerous! (And here I am discussing how I broke my sister’s nose!) :eek:
sitting here watching Jet Blue flight 292 getting ready to land in LAX
Oh, yeah…my brothers & I used Click-Clacks as bolos/morningstars to bludgeon each other.
Frequently!!!
And I once promised my brother that if he did me a certain favor, I’d give him the first $100 I found floating down the river on a millstone.
He went for it!!
This thread reminded me of an oldie but I can’t find it.
The one where someone was tortured by his brother with some sort of talking Santa Clause or Dancing Santa.
A little help.
I once warmed some hair conditioner in my hand till it was nice and gooey. Then I went to talk to my younger sister and while we conversed I faked a sneeze and slung the warm, gooey mess onto her arm. It hit her just below the sleeve of her T-shirt–she was not a happy camper! Later, I felt really bad about laughing so hard. Okay, no, I really didn’t! 
Another time, another sister–she was sitting on my couch lengthwise (back to the couch arm, legs stretched out on couch cushions), watching TV. We’d been having trouble with those HUGE ASS roaches (with wings!) and I’d gone to fetch the flyswatter. I stood behind her and fluttered her hair (right next to her ear) with the flyswatter. Now, I’d expected her to flinch and swing around and see me standing there–ha, ha, funny joke. What she did was to LEAP from the couch to the middle of the living room, frantically swiping at her ear and hair, screeching in horror. All I can say is that it’s a good thing there was a chair nearby, because otherwise, when I collapsed with helpless laughter, I’d have been on the floor. (Her response? “It’s not f***ing funny, you!!!” She finally had to laugh, too, though, because I couldn’t stop!)
Oh, and this one nearly strangled me. The image of you using your curling iron as a weapon…oh, dear! wipes eyes
My brother and I just did the normal tormenting things.
My mom, however…
Her brother (1 year older) was learning quickly from their alcoholic father what it was to “be a man”. He came home from school one day and snapped his fingers at my mom and said “make me a hamburger”.
So my mom got out the hamburger and a large can of dog food. She spooned the dog food carefully out and wrapped the hamburger around it making a kind of surprise in the middle, cooked it and served it to her brother.
There was a beating involved later, but she certainly was proud of herself.
I think that was auRa. I don’t have time to look for it now–I’ll post it if I can find it. That was a classic.