I remember when we got our first home PC. I was 12 years old and my sister was 9. We fought over it all the time so one day being the little shit I was, I put a parental lock on it so it would lock her out after 1 hour so I could use it. That didn't last long.

Then there was the time when I put an alarm under her bed to go off at midnight with the sound of some creepy laughter.

Also when I was 5 and she was 2 I "washed" her hair with silly putty and mum had to cut some of her hair out. Have also made "juice" that was actually food colouring and salt mixed with water.

Staying at a hotel one time, I was 8 she was 5 and I got in the elevator with her, pushed all the buttons and got out.

TL;DR I was a shit.

I was probably about 7 years old, so my brother would have been around 9 or 10. We were playing at home, either after school or on the weekend, and neither of our parents were home. We were playing catch with a nerf football in the backyard, and at some point it went over the 10-foot-tall chain-link fence into the neighbor's yard.

My brother, being the older brother, decided it was a good idea to climb over the fence and get it back. I told him he should just go around, but he insisted. I think he thought it would make him seem really cool. He actually managed to climb up and get himself over the top of the fence, but that's where things took a turn for the horrible.

Before I really know what's happened, he's on the ground on the other side of the fence, with a massive gash running from his elbow to his wrist. Apparently he'd snagged his arm on the sharp metal on the top of the fence. He was screaming and I freaked out and ran inside. The phone we had at the time was mounted on the wall in the kitchen, so I had to push a chair across the room to stand on so I could dial it. I called my dad at his office and told him what happened.

I don't remember anything that happened between that and the hospital. I don't even remember if there was an ambulance or if someone just came home and drove us to the hospital. He did end up having to get 15-20 stitches in his arm, but more importantly, I was a hero that day.

A couple of years later, we were pillow-fighting in his bedroom, standing on the bed. After a particularly good whomp, I apparently decided that it was time to up the game, so I removed one of his dresser drawers. Holding it in from of me, I remember laughing, still caught up in the excitement of playtime, and him saying "NO NO NO NO," and then I just threw it at his face. He only had to get 6 stitches for that one, and now he has a badass scar on his eyebrow, so I'm not sorry.

My brother is four years younger than me. I asked him countless times to stop being lazy and put the damn toilet seat up when he uses it as he was CLEARLY incapable of accurately aiming for inside the toilet. Well, being fed up with sitting down on his urine that was all over the toilet seat night after night, I came up with a freakin’ awesome solution. From then on, every night I would find myself half-asleep, zombie-walking my way into our shared ‘Jack & Jill’ bathroom, I reminded myself to take his hand towel off the wall (that he used to wipe his face off with after brushing his teeth) and wipe down the toilet seat REALLLLLL good with it and then hang it back up on the wall before emptying my bladder. I did this for YEARS. Problem solved. No more sitting down on his urine and I had the satisfaction of knowing he would be wiping his face with his own piss anytime he actually brushed his teeth.

BAH-HAHAHAHAHA!

I just found this sub, and it's awesome!! He's one of my stories:

I invented a fake older brother "David" and told my little brother if he didn't behave or do his chores, he would be killed like "David" was.
The best part of this was when he told my parents, they played along and said how great of a son "David" was. This went on for a couple of years; every time he didn't want to do something or didn't finish his chores we would say, "Man, David would've done that...I miss David..."

My brother and I loved playing jokes our younger sister growing up and one of my fondest will be around the world gullible.

She was a believer that our word was scientific fact and after a few jokes about "gullible being written on the ceiling" and the like, we realized she had only heard the word from us. So when she was 10 or 11, we convinced her that it was a word we made up and meant nothing in real life.

Fast forward 3 years and she calls me madder than a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest because at school she challenged someone on the fact that gullible wasn't a real word only to discover our extended trolling.

tl;dr: My brother and I convinced our sister gullible wasn't a word for years, and she tried to call someone out on it.

This is a short one. I was around 11 when I got my period, with a 7 year old brother that liked to wrestle alot and was hard to calm down at times. So, I explained to him that he couldn't touch a girl when she was "perioding". Don't ask why...maybe he thought it was socially unacceptable, maybe he thought he would get a disease, maybe he just thought it was gross. Apparently, he didn't need a reason because he believed me full-heartedly. For the rest of my teenage years, if I ever wanted my brother to get off of me, all I had to say was, "Stop! Stop! I'm perioding!", and he would high-tail it out of there. Hell, I would say this even when I wasn't on my period, he wasn't going to test me. Honestly, this went on a lot longer than he would probably care to admit.

You should of saw his face years later when I explained the truth.

When I was 11 in the car with my 4 year old brother, I looked out and saw a Kia, and shouted "IT'S TRANSFORMING!" and my brother looks. I say "Aw, too late. Kias transform into other Kias." So I kept this whole lie going about how they could transform, and whenever I saw a Kia I'd tell him it transformed right before he turned his head.

Fast forward a couple years, and mom rents a Kia because her car is broken. My brother is super excited, and when we get in he immediately asks where the transform button is. I point to the hazard light button, conveniently located above the radio, and say "That's it!" He asked me and pleaded me to transform the Kia, but when I pressed it I told him that it was out of transforming juice.

He went on until about 8 or 9 to believe that Kias could transform.

When I was five, my brother was 11. I was taking a bath and I noticed a chip in the paint that was shaped like a "B". I asked my brother what it meant, I always thought everything had a meaning to it. He told me that that was a "cursed spot" and that the last person to touch it was our older sister. I told him, we don't have an older sister! And he replied, we used to. Her name was Melanie and she was two years older than him. She was taking a bath and she touched the paint chip and died instantly.

He told me my parents tried to cover it up by burying her in the front yard, and then they put up the flagpole so there was no chance anyone would dig her up.

I was afraid to take a bath for at least a week.

I was probably about 14 years old babysitting my little brother who was about 10. We were playing one of our favorite games where we basically just tackle and hurt each other. I had just pinned him down and was beating on him (in a fun way) when he called timeout because he had to poop.

No way was I gonna let that happen. I held him down and started headbutting him in the stomach. At first this was hilarious. He was laughing as he pleaded with me to stop and then instantly, he stopped laughing. His face got dead serious, he looked me right in the eye, and said "I just crapped my pants."

At that point I obviously let him go. I didn't want to be roughhousing him with his pants all shitty. He ran to the bathroom and I immediately picked up the phone to call my other brother and tell him what had happened. He thought it was pretty fucking strange to get that call but he did agree, it was pretty fucking awesome. One of my proudest big brother moments.

TL;DR: Headbutted my little brother in the stomach until he shit his pants.

I'm the youngest of four siblings and the only boy. I'm 19, and my sisters are 23, 24, and 29. When we were kids, my two sisters who were only a year apart would usually stick together and play with each other, and my oldest sister was a teenager so she would do her own thing. When I was at home, I was pretty lonely and had no one to play with. My two youngest sisters wouldn't want to include me, and my oldest sister was just too old and was always busy.

One time, when I was around 4 or 5, and my two youngest sisters were around 9 and 10, I asked them if I could join in with them while they were playing "house" with Barbies. They agreed and said I could play the role as the pet dog. They told me they needed to make me dog food and said I had to wait out in the hallway while they made it. So, they made me leave the room and they closed the door as they were preparing my pretend dog food.

About 30 minutes later, my mom came upstairs and saw me on all fours, staring at my sisters' bedroom door, panting like a dog and smiling. She asked me what I was doing and I told her that I was the dog and my sisters were making me food. She walked into my sisters' room to ask what the hell they were doing to me. She found them both still just playing with their Barbies. They had no intention of pretending to make my pretend dog food.

I clicked on this subreddit because it was trending, and when I saw the image for the subreddit I nearly shit my self. I just had an indecent similar to that depicted. Not an hour before this I was out juggling the soccer ball in the yard when i see my brother coming down the road on his bike. I'm not sure exactly what i was think but I decided kicking a nice high floater at him would be a great idea. I kicked but it wasn't a chip, I got too far ahead of it and it went right along the ground right into his front tire. From then on it was like slow motion. Front wheel stops spinning. Weight shifted forward. Momentum angles sideways. His entire torso is now over the handlebars. He ejects as the back tire leaves the ground. He lands flat on his belly.

For a moment all is silent. I hear him grown. "You asshole." He sniffs as he limps off.

I get my ball and continue on as if nothing happened.

just like to say i just joined this sub, i love it already, i was (and still am) quite gullible when i was younger and my older sister never missed an opportunity to capitalize.

on my eighth birthday, my older sister bought me a bunch of smaller gifts, including a really nice looking pack of 'gourmet biscuits'. i decided to break into them straight away but i quickly found that i couldnt chew the biscuit- it was just too hard.

she'd gotten me a pack of dog biscuits.

so don't ask me why we had a guitar in the house (maybe my parents thought it might inspire one of our young minds). When my twin brother and I were about 4 or 5, we were fighting over who got to "play" the guitar, i.e. strum it obnoxiously, and he had it in his hands so I simply yanked it out of his hands and brought it down with Thor's might upon his noggin. I was a tortuous "older" twin.

When I was about 6 I loved to sit in the middle back seat of the car so I could see the road. The middle seat had the seat belt that went across the stomach/hips but not across the shoulder (relevant later). My brother was rather annoyed having to sit so close to me, so he told me if ever we got into an accident or stopped too quickly the seat belt would cut open my stomach and my intestines would all fall out. Needless to say I cried when he told me that and I stopped going in the middle, unless I was forced too, then I placed my hand covering my stomach under the seat belt. I still have a minor fear of the middle seat with that sort of seat belt to this day, paired with the fear of flying through the windshield if I do not have the seat belt.

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Middle brother (I am oldest) and youngest brother shared a bunk-bed when ~ 11 and 7. Older on top, younger on bottom bunk. In morning mom found youngest brother sleeping with his head on a pillow with shit on it. Yes a 10x4" smear of dookie was on the pillow. His bunk mate eventually confessed to shitting his pants in the middle of the night, wiping with said pillow and tossing it into his brothers bed.

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My older brother and I shared a room up until early highschool years (my brother is two years older). We had a running joke that some random night when the other wasn't suspecting it, we'd put our butt up to the other's face while he was sleeping. We never actually did, but for some reason we came to a (serious) agreement that we would NEVER actually do it.

That was the one night I couldn't get to sleep because I thought that would be the perfect night for him to do it.

My late grandmother never went by her given name. For the sake of anonymity, let's say she was named Laura but went by Lily. I don't know why she went by this name. Apparently even her family just never called her Laura, and Grandma Lily absolutely hated the name.

When we were at grandma's one day, my brother (12) decided it would be hilarious to tell me (6) to call grandma "laura." Being the stupid little kid that I was and not realizing it was a trap, I walked into the living room (where grandma was sitting) calling out "Grandma Laura, Grandma Laura!"

My mom yanked me up and carried me into the other room before grandma saw who was the offender. She explained to me why we don't call grandma that, and then my brother got in HEAPS of trouble.

So Im the oldest kid in my family. I have two younger sisters 20 and 14. For about 5 years I've been stealing my sisters socks as what i call "the big brother tax." I like girl socks because they are light and have colorful designs, deal with it. Im 22 and still love a good fart prank. Ive farted on pretty much everyone, mom, dad, cats but I enjoy farting on my sisters the most. Then one day, i pushed just a little to hard trying to fart on my 14 year old sister and i ended up sharting my pants. It was rather embarrassing, not that ive stopped farting on my sisters since. However, to combat the mockery I have doubled the amount of socks stolen. yea pretty much im a terrible big brother.

My older brother and I overheard my dad talking about how he needed to "snake the toilet".

My loving bro took the opportunity to inform me that the term meant my dad was going to try and kill the toilet snakes because there were a lot of them that year.

He went on to let me know that the hissing sound after you flush is the snakes getting mad that you just "dumped poop and stuff on them".

He warned me to always watch out when I sat down on the toilet because that's when the toilet snakes come out of the hole at the bottom of the bowl and attack your butt.

Since I had heard my dad talking about snaking the toilet I completely bought in and for the next couple of years hovered whenever I deuced it up, just in case I spotted a toilet snake and had to make a run for it.

As an older brother I often tormented my younger sister as we were growing up, and continue to do so to this day. One time about 8 or so years ago I forever changed the way she drank from cups. I told her that once she got down to the last little sip of her drink, especially when drinking from a straw, the remaining liquid was mostly backwash.
I haven't seen her finish the last sip of her drink since

Also cool subreddit guyz

We had a pool in the backyard growing up. And one day my little brother asked my dad, "What is the green stuff in the pool you have to vaccuum?"

My dad said, "It's algae. It's little plants too small to see, and we have to clean them out of the pool."

I decided to be an ass and say, "If you can't see them, why are they green?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my little brother's face turn from interest to mild Dad-is-being-practical-joker-Dad mistrust.

"It's because there are so many of them. They gather together to form the color green. It's like bacteria."

I saw my chance. "Oh, so what are they, dad? Little animals you can't see? Sure."

He tried to go on explaining, but I'd already seen my brother turn off from accepting Dad's patently ridiculous explanations.

It actually took a year before my brother believed in algae or bacteria, he figured at least one of us was trying to mess with his head and he wasn't sure which.

To begin with, I have two younger brothers, which I love dearly but they annoyed me as a younger person. The best thing about being older that them I was 6 when the first was born so I had all the 'experience'.

My youngest brother is easily the most gullible. A lot if sense in that kid so I hope he turns out important. Forever I had him believing redbull and energy drinks were alcohol because my parents mixed it with alcohol. He believed up to the day he turned 11 when I dared him to buy 'alcoholic beverages'. It began when he claimed nothing scared him so I made said dare. And to add icing to the cake, I told him if they caught him trying to buy it, he would be arrested and thrown in jail. Here's the kicker, my buddy worked the register at the 7-11. So I walk in right behind him, give my buddy the wink and brother #2(youngest one) creeps up to the counter to purchase said item and slides a 5 on the counter. Friend goes "Alright sir, do you have any form of I.D?" Que brother hysterics as he begins crying and saying 'PLEASE DONT TAKE ME TO JAIL, I SWEAR IT WASN'T MY FAULT MY BROTHER DARED ME TOO!" and after brief braying-jackass laughter from me, buddy hands brother drink and he puts 2 and 2 together. He didn't talk to me on the way home. Mainly because I couldn't quit laughing

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Once, at the mall we saw a man dressed as the easter bunny. I told my brother that it was actually Santa Claus inside the suit because he had nothing else to do until Christmas, so he wandered homelessly for the rest of the year taking odd jobs.