David
My brother Davethefan is a great brother and I'd like to wish him a Happy New Year!
(laurasuper, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 20:49, Reply)

Not me but my Dad...
he was a twin. Had a sister. He was really little and scrawny (when he joined the RAF at 18 he had a 28" chest, give you a clue - although he filled out nicely later on)
Consequently he had to wear his sister's hand me down SHOES. In Manchester. Imagine the shame. His twinnage and lack of other twinnage in the rest of the family made me think that my son might be a twin. Thank God he wasn't. I'd have had to have sold one on Ebay. One baby good. Two babies bad.
( Sallyrsm, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 20:36, Reply)

I am one of 3 sisters.
One in England, myself in Wales, one in Northern Ireland.

When we do get to see each other we really appreciate the time we spend together. When we grew up together in the same house we used to make fun out of fancy dress games because we had a big box of clothes from our mum's sewing hobby.

But now as adults, dear reader, childhood is coming back to bite us.

When we used to make fun of English sister for being a tomboy character in every imaginary game, how were we to know that she'd come out as a masculine lesbian? Tattooed and pierced with a very fit girlfriend!

And when we made fun of Northern Irish sister for having leprechaun wear as a fancy dress favourite , little did we imagine that she'd only make it to 5'0" tall and pick up a strong Belfast twang?

I wonder whats in store for me?
(Mrs Ballunatic counting calories, not votes., Wed 31 Dec 2008, 19:08, 3 replies)

To my little bro, Davyboyingravyjoy
To put an end to the debate we have been having for nigh on 25 years I would like the records to show that it was in fact your steering and not my pushing that landed you in the rose bushes.
( thunderthunderthunderthundercats wonders how much a Thundercat Ho charges?, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 18:00, 1 reply)

A sibling
is a miniature sib.
( Digeridude Lord Wellington's Beef Trapeze, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 17:56, 2 replies)

To be an older brother (or as they may say an old bother)
First post, short time lurker made up his mind quickly...

I have two younger sisters, one of whom I love dearly and the other I fight with like it was going out of fashion. Many years ago when I was 13 and she was 11 I won an argument with her (not surprising for although she has passion she’s rarely consistent). In an act of vengeance she smeared the contents of a small bottle of vaseline over my bedroom door, sheets, pillowcases, duvet, posters, books, bedside lamp and anything else she could find. She was most impressed, unlike my mother who gave her a right bollocking. Sadly she is still proud of this to this day, bringing it up in family disputes as something I should be fearful of despite me having moved out some months back...

Having said that the other sister did have a habit of trying to flash me until she was nearly in her teens, after which her new game became trying to barge in on myself and my girly at the time to try and catch us doing thing that consenting partners are likely to do in ones bed. This stopped when she started developing an interest in boys and found privacy a very hard thing to come by (the other sister had some payback of her own there to be sure).
(Darklyte Religion's for people who don't think they're god, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 17:40, Reply)

There's no greater rush
Than skinning up on the bottom bunk and smoking out of the window while your lil' bro gently snores and mumbles...
(MrOli is ugly, but in the morning you will be sober, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 17:23, Reply)

My brother once applauded me fully.
It was the time I punched Mr. T in the face.
( Jam Master Geordie Hero of B3ta., Wed 31 Dec 2008, 17:20, Reply)

Sometimes I'm not as ignorant as my sisters like to think I am.
Sorry for the lack of funny in my posts about my sisters- really, there isn't a lot of warm and fuzzy between them and me. As I said before, they took on very maternal roles in many ways toward me, and dismissed my opinions as a rule as they were older and therefore wiser.

An example: Sister 2 of 3 has two kids who are the World's Most Perfect Children. I don't really dislike the kids themselves- they're annoying at times as all kids are, but basically nice enough- but 2 of 3's attitude toward them was enough to invariably turn my stomach. They were not allowed to watch the cartoons I let my kids watch, such as Animaniacs or Bugs Bunny because they were too violent. If one of them wanted something- say, a kayak- then nothing would do but they had the best and most expensive one out there. And anything that I provided for my kids was, by definition, inferior. The best example of this was the time my sons and her son were going to help out Sister 1 of 3 with moving some rocks on the lake shore- probably a couple of hours of work. I had some SPF 16 sunscreen that I use- I like to get a little bit of color so that I don't look like a typical pale nerdy engineer- and I told them to put that on, as they wouldn't be out there that long. 2 of 3 took one look at what they were putting on and scolded them, telling them that the stuff was worthless and they had to use her name brand SPF 40 sunscreen instead, and wouldn't let them go until they did.

Needless to say, we had a few tangles.

I don't agree with how she's raising her kids, and she doesn't think I'm a very good parent. Sister 3 of 3 and I have had some disagreements as well- she thinks I'm far too strict and demanding of my kids, while I felt that she was far too lenient and spoiling. Both of them lavish praise on their kids, far more than I have ever done with mine, in the belief that this would make them more self confident and successful. They both felt that I was too distant and critical of my kids, and were angered that I didn't think that their kids were the Best Kids EVAR.

So, skip forward a few years.

3 of 3's kids are both unable to stay in college, and are probably destined to lives of wandering from one unskilled job to the next. Not because they lack intelligence, but because they lack discipline and feel that things should be handed to them.

2 of 3's son has finished his third semester at a very expensive private college and has only passed two classes, because he's too busy with his fraternity and with doing odd jobs for spending money to put in work on his classes. He has very expensive tastes, of course, and always has to have whatever he desires at the moment- so he has multiple smowmobiles, uses his sister's car or his dad's van, owns a motorboat that he's fixing up, and so on. He's already got close to $80K in student loan debt, and is going to have to repeat some classes. At $40K a year, that's not good- but he seems not to have a grasp of how much he really owes already.

My oldest is living on his own, cooks for himself and his friends, does his own laundry, lives within his means and is doing reasonably well in the local community college- if he needs to repeat a course it will only cost a couple hundred bucks. He works hard and drives an older used car. I help him out as needed, of course, but have never spoiled him and have always been very honest in my assessments of his abilities, and like to think that he knows his strengths and weaknesses pretty well. I've done the same with my other two as well, and am pleased with how they're developing.

The proof is in the pudding- or in this case, how the child deals with life and the world around them. Be honest with them, don't shelter them, give them the tools they need to survive in terms of knowing the value of money and work and how to care for themselves, and they'll do well. Coddle and spoil them and give them whatever they want, and they'll have a very rough time when they first get on their own.

Age doesn't always confer superior wisdom. Sometimes the "baby brother" knows a fucking hell of a lot more than you give him credit for, and just might know what he's doing.

Good luck with those kids, sibs. You're gonna need it.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Wed 31 Dec 2008, 16:46, 7 replies)

My brother is really only my half-brother...
We have different dads. Despite this, we're very alike in many ways (although very different in some ways too), and closer than most "real" brothers I've met.

And while we're on the subject... my dad has another daughter, somewhere. She was born a couple of years before me, when my dad (and his girlfriend) were only 16, unmarried, and that sort of thing really wasn't the done thing.

The baby was adopted off at birth, so I have a half-sister somewhere... I've kind of made a point of never going out with someone a couple of years older than me, just in case :)
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 16:13, Reply)

The day the childhood magic died
A topical story in the fact that it has a mention of Christmas but was set in the late Spring a good many years ago.

There is about 4 years difference with me being the older and clever brother him being the younger more artistic and we used to fight on a regular basis.



My brother had lost another tooth and as is customry this was wrapped in a piece of toilet roll and left under his pillow to await the visit of the tooth fairy. Who would if history taught us anything leave a shiny new 20p piece in exchange.

SPOILER WARNING RE TOOTH FAIRY.

Now I was well aware of the reality of the tooth fairy but my brother was not, but about a week earlier I had also lost a tooth, (through some freak of genetics I had lost a couple of my teeth twice and one three times all being replaced). And I thought I wanted a piece of the funds, so agreed with my brother that I would also put my tooth under his pillow so we both got something.

The next morning my tooth had been replaced by a shiny 20p but my brothers tooth was still in place. To say he was distraught was an understatement, he wouldn’t stop crying as he felt he had been ignored. My dad was trying to explain to my mum that he had definitly taken a tooth out from under the pillow.

And then the truth came out. Dad decided to explain to my brother that the tooth fairy didn’t really exist and it was him. And then through tears and sniffs he said

”So there is no Father Christmas either then”

And so I got the blame for ruining the magic of childhood for my brother.
(lordofallhesurveys How appropriate you fight like a cow, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 16:06, Reply)

Must kill brother...must kill brother...
It's 3.30pm on New Years Eve and I am at work. There is nobody else in the office. I don’t have to be here, my boss phoned me this morning and said take the afternoon off. My heart sank when he told me that. Why? Because my brother has been living dossing at my house for the past 2 weeks and if I don't get some space I am going to cave his fucking head in.

Let me explain the situation. I am a 31-year-old accountant; he is a 36-year-old IT wotsit. We both have our own houses but I live within walking distance of our parents house so he is staying with me over Christmas. Unfortunately he arrived a week before Christmas and is not leaving until the weekend. He seems to have regressed to his teenage years, the house is in a state and he has done nothing but sit on his arse in front of my TV and moan. It is the busiest time of year for me work wise so it is very hard for me to feel sympathetic for a man with 3 weeks holiday. I get 3 days off this year.

I am waiting until 4pm. That is when he fucks off to a friend’s house for the evening and I get my house back. Happy New Year everyone, sorry about the moan but I have a big fat balding middle-aged child taking advantage of my good nature.
( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 15:30, 3 replies)

I want a sibling...
not for me, but for my son who is 3. He's lovely and he'd love a little bro or sis, but sadly as I'm single I'd have to get semen from the Internet. Sounds quite easy, doesn't it? There must be sites like Sperm R Us or some such. Probably blocked by my office firewall though. And before you ask, I'm not some council house benefits chav, I'm pretty well off. And if I didn't have said three year old to look after I could go out more and get my own semen thank you very much. Used to be swimming in the stuff. Them were the days. *sigh*
( Sallyrsm, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 15:03, 8 replies)

More phone fun
My little brother always answers the phone with the following words:
"Hello"
*pause*
"is it me you're looking for?"
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 14:53, Reply)

i've just been
on holiday with mine over christmas.

the younger one and his girlfriend virtually ate each other at every possible opportunity. ask one to go swimming, they had to ask the other. ask one to play tennis, they couldn't, because the other wasn't feeling well. repeat ad nauseam.

this would be annoying but acceptable if they were 14 and 15. but no. they are 29 and 32, and have been living together for 2 years. oh, and this is the same brother who would be unbelievably scathing about his mates ditching each other for a girlfriend.

the other brother and wife are great. their kids are 2 and 3 and unbelievably cute. however. a whole week of "no! mine!!! and SHOES!!!! SWEEEEEETS!!!!" from the 2 year old and exuberant auntieswipe loving from the 3 year old.... gah. you can't read. you can't sunbathe. you can't flirt with the obscenely hot barman because one of them is hugging your leg and he thinks it belongs to you. you can't eat. you can't walk. everyone on the plane hates you. everyone at the airport hates you. everyone in restaurants hates you. one of them is forever crying. or falling over. or crying. or hungry. or crying. or shitting itself. and then crying about it.

so now all i want, all i really really want, for christmas is to have my tubes tied!

although they did look bloody gorgeous in their christmas presents. maybe a dumb one that can change its own nappies would be ok.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 14:42, 2 replies)

My twin
I was, in fact, born with a terrible affliction that marred my early live. I was a conjoined twin. Myself and my brother were joined at the hip. At first it was great, my brother always there, and I was frightened of loneliness the eventual separation would bring. But soon our joined lives became terrible, not just because of the lack of mobility, but also because my brother was a damn freak... we shared certain parts, but we both had our own *essential* parts. However, he found it hilarious to mess with me, and used to tell me it wasn't really me etc. Every day was abuse time.

Eventually, it was time for separation, and the whole series of operations and procedures went well, well enough so that we both learned to live full but very separate lives.

My brother eventually went on to become very big in the physics field, whilst I went into IT. He excelled, so much so that he went on to work on a Nasa programme that allowed him to make a flight on the shuttle.

However, he did come back to the UK every now and then, and when he did, he would make his way back to my parents (where I was living at the time) and he would start again, taunting me about the former abuse.

My therapist said that maybe I should write some of my feelings down, and an attempt to get them out in the air. So I did, and I came up with this poem:

First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
and so you're back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you'd be back to bother me


Apparently, it had already bindun.
( Piper Alpha is being a grumpy northerm bastard on:, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 14:14, 4 replies)

i just read an entire page
and honestly didn't laugh once.

*last time i log onto B3TA*


time to find a new site me thinks,

sorry guys, no offense


it's just gone totally stale.
(dresden, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 12:32, 22 replies)

My older brother has anhedonia
Which means he cannot experience pleasure.

He thinks music is pointless, likewise sport, theatre, holidays, drugs, dogs, jokes, sunsets etc. We invited him for Christmas and he arrived empty handed. When I called him the next day to say he'd forgotten to take the 7/8 presents he'd been given, he said "No I didn't forget - I just didn't need any of them." He is a miserable old git.
(foxbean i am a one in ten, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 12:25, 5 replies)

Here goes my anonymity..
I am a member of a quite talked about and famous family. I’ve always detested the celebrity status since childhood and preferred to keep myself in the background out of the way while my more famous younger brother took up the limelight. Basically I shot to fame after investing in a business idea brought to me by my brother and another guy and after reading through the proposal I happily signed on and invested what money I had.

A few years later and our business idea had grown beyond what I had initially thought. The cash we raked in was great but my bro had become a little more…tainted by the power he had in his job. He became paranoid that I was going to cut him out of the business side of things and began cutting me out of many a business meeting with the other partner, he became so angry towards me that he almost killed a bloke in the staff canteen who mistook him for me one time (I was told this a few weeks after it happened and by then he was bogged down with a number of family matters I thought it would be best to let the situation go).

We then found out that all good things must come to an end……. the company started to go tits up, everything came to a head between my brother and the other director and my bro ended up throwing the poor sod down a well. I would have felt sorry for him but at the time I was looting what I could from one of our other offices before the rebels took over.


Love

Jeff Vader
(mon bison powered by magnets, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 12:01, Reply)

Older Sister
My older, and only sis, died just over three years ago.

As a youngster i.e. first 4-6 years of my life i was profoundly hard of hearing, 70% lose. Due to an allergy to dairy products lead to glue ear and chronic earache. Took a while for me to be diagnosed and thus treated. I can selectively hear fine now.

As a wee one i would mumble and point, basically noone was able to understand me, bar my sis. Who would quite happily informed the rents what i desired, simple stuff like a biscuit. So for the first years of my life she was my voice. She was also very protective of me and as good a big sis as you could get.

I remember she took me out to the piub with her and her mates at the tender age of 13 (we were living in Holland at the time so have quite a different culture). I had a few beers pissed about and decided i was hungry so disappeared up the road to the chippy and got me some foods. On my return i found my sis in tears, very much worried. Why? Because i had buggered off without telling her and she thought i was lost/missing/stolen. She had her mates out looking for me.

We got on well. We moved around every 3.5 years till i was 12 then we moved to Holland. She stayed at boarding school to finished off her standard grades then moved to Holland for her A-Levels and went off to Uni. I stayed in Holland and extended my family thru the medium of school friends.

I digress. When we were younger and living in Norway. We were on one occasion at an airport, as one does. I was chasing her about and she was evading me. Until she stood in front of a mouth height metal thing and taunted me to catch her. So i duely ran at her, to have her move at the last minute and me run full pettle mouth first into the metal thing.

On her 11th birthday i did trip her and she was running down the street which resulted in her needing butterfly stitches and me with a very very soar backside.

It was weird for my dad to find out she had a tattoo on her hip, from the autopsy report. Her lover weight more than her brain....
(StyX is staring at you, yes YOU!!!, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 11:33, Reply)

I once had a wank in my brother's bed.
I was half-way through before he woke up.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 11:30, 2 replies)

Drunk Sister
My lovely Sister has a problem with drink. That little voice inside you that says "Stop now, or you are going to regret it"?

Absent. Missing. Not There.

So one morning I had just got back into bed after a pee, when I notice a figure at the foot of my bed, silhouetted against the light coming through the doorway.

My first thought was "fucking hell, its Yoko Ono!", then the apparition spoke "Hi Mike, can I sleep here?" Shit, its my Sister! "How did you get in?" "Well, I knocked, but softly because I didn't want to wake you" (gets my vote for pissed logic of the century) "so I noticed you left the patio door open, and slept on the couch"

Apparently, she had gone out with her Husband , to a Wedding reception ion the Restaurant at the bottom of my road, drank herself daft, refused to go home, and had to be thrown out of the pub at 2 in the morning.

She then took 4 hours to walk the 150 yards to my house, stopping to play on the swings in the park at the bottom of my road.

I gave her my spare bed, and took her home to her (saint? idiot?) husband later on.

ps the reason I thought of Yoko, when it was my Sister has really long, straight black hair. She is actually really pretty, honest!
(micmac is happy as a pig in shite, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 11:17, Reply)

Tales Of Woe
.
I think I've posted these before in other QOTWs about my brother but they bear retelling but I'll be brief.



Told me that to deal with an attacking dog you should stick your hand down its throat and grab it's tongue. Years later I was attacked by a Rotty and had the chance to put this into practice. Result? One badly mauled hand with a chunk out of it.

Once pushed me off a wall and I landed, back first, onto an iron spike. Blood gushing everywhere. My mother eventually arrived to find my brother catching the blood in a cup and making me drink it " To replace the blood he's losing"

Once he built a tower of tires and made me climb in the middle of them. Then he was going to cap it with a full car wheel. I popped my head up at the wrong time and he dropped a car wheel on my head. If I ever go bald I'm going to have a lovely circular scar on my bonce.

But these days we're best mates. He was there for me when my life went tits-up.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 11:16, 7 replies)

It was either Meccano or the Hornby train set
that provided my brother with the little electrical transformer thingy he had so much fun with ..

I was only little, and obviously not the sharpest tool in the box, and it took a while for the penny to drop. When it did, any further requests to "Hold on to these leads, will you?" caused me to run like hell.

It wasn't much of a jolt, but certainly enough to make me almost wet myself.

My revenge was simple. I waited until he and dad were engrossed in Doctor Who, and jumped out from behind the couch. I think he needed clean underpants ....
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Wed 31 Dec 2008, 11:05, Reply)

I have one brother
I love him more than anyone else in the world. He is 2 years older than me and we have very similar sense of humor.

Even though when we were younger I broke his nose 3 times, and in turn he has broken my nose once, broken my wrist and bruised the bone on my elbow.

We are a bit screwed up, mostly because of our doting father who used to tell us "your grandfather offered your mum money to have you aborted" and such other nice things. Because of this we both have issues trusting anyone other than eachother.

As we got older and all the childish fighting stopped, he has been there for me through thick and thin. He was there for me when depression and alcoholism threatened to end me, he was there when I made a very bad decision and moved in with possibly the creepiest man in the world who made him uncomfortable by telling him what I was like in bed, he was there when i stupidly got back in touch with my previously mentioned doting father and gave me somewhere to stay when i was too scared to go home incase he showed up.

In turn I stopped him getting evicted, gave him a shoulder to cry on when our grandfather died, and again when our gran sadly passed away aswell.

For a while we didn't talk as he ended up with very severe depression and tried to kill himself, which led to him being sectioned. Unfortunately it was me that called the police and had him carted off to the hospital so he really didn't want to talk to me at the time.

Since then he has mostly recovered and is back to being his weird but awesome self. We both still have a lot of issues with our father and I look forward to the day he can learn to put things behind him, like i have started to do.

So, incase you ever read this bro, I love you to bits and wouldn't have you any other way. Every day I thank whatever god there might be that you didn't succeed in killing yourself. I don't know what i'd do without you.

Apologies for lack of funny
(panda_sam, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 10:50, Reply)

What has happened to my bro? Why doesnt he care about his family anymore?
Sorry for the lack of funny in this post. But having checked B3ta for the first time after xmas it was quite amusing to see its about Siblings, as its really been on my mind a lot.

My family is very small but also rather distanced from each other. So having the whole family together is quite a rare occurance.

Just to get an idea of geography, I have grandparents who live about 2 hours away, an Aunty Uncle and Cousin who live 4 hours away. A younger brother who still lives at home with my parents, and an older brother who lives just 40 minutes away from my parents. Then there is me, who now lives in a totally different country.
Thats it, that is the entire family.

The problem I have is with the older brother. He married a few years ago and is now expecting his first child in the Spring.

We spent Christmas at my parents house. I flew over from Spain because to me Christmas is family time. My older brother and his wife showed their face for all of 2 hours on xmas day, had dinner, opened some presents and left again.

My Aunty and Uncle drove the 4 hours up on Boxing day, and then on the 27th we all went over to my Grandparents. To me, this was quite a significant trip as my grandfather unfortunately took rather ill this year and we were worried whether he would make it. But he's a great guy and doing really well for his age.

So where the hell was my older brother? Did he even make any effort to come back to see my aunty and uncle and my grandparents? Did he heck!

And heres quote of the Christmas which his wife said to me shortly after arriving "haha its funny, because it doesnt feel like you live in Spain, because everytime we come to your mums, youre here!"

Well that just goes to show everything doesnt it! The last time they even saw my mother was when I was last in the UK in October! They're 40 minutes drive! Its nothing!

Thing is, when he comes, they all act like everythings great and that theres nothing wrong. But I could just tell this year that they were only there because they felt they had to.

In their defence, my grandparents did tell them not to go, as they didnt want helen travelling so long in a car with her being pregnant. But that doesnt stop my brother going now does it?

Its just annoying, if I can go to the effort and expense of flying over for Christmas, then surely they can make an effort to sit in a car for 40 minutes to come and see everyone.

I actually extended my trip in the UK as I got a couple of extra days off work. And I said to them when they were there that I was staying longer and that meant we had time to do something. But apparantly they would be baby shopping and didnt have time. I saw my bro for just 2 hours over the whole of Christmas.

They also announced they wouldnt be coming on Christmas day next year at all as ti would be too awquard with the baby.

This isnt a sudden thing. They bought a house about 3 years ago. No one has even seen it. We've never been invited.

My older brother is the only person who hasnt been out to see me in Spain. I have some friends and other family members who have been out 3 times since I moved here 18 months ago. He hasnt even managed once. Its not money, they both have well paid jobs.

I just don't understand why he has no time for his family anymore. He'll regret it he really will. My younger brother has had enough of his excuses. He never spends any time with him.

I think what partly hurts, is that my younger brother is actually a step brother, yet we are so much closer now than me and my older brother. He never calls, never emails or anything. My younger brother has pretty much just written off my older brother.

Anyway if anyone got this far without getting bored. Then thanks for reading. Any comments appreciated. I'd understand it if we had actually had a big fall out over something, but we havn't.

Despite the fact I'm due to become an Uncle in March. I really dont feel particularly enthusiastic about it. Why should I be? He didnt care about me moving to Spain or show any support. So why should I be bothered about it? My brothers wife has already stated that she doesnt want to put him on an aeroplane until he's at least 5 years old! So I doubt I'll see anything of this child anyway.

Anyway rant over :) Sorry for lack of funny.
(Miggyman, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 10:06, 10 replies)

Boob tube and knickers
I was a confused child.

I have it on good authority (well, my mates and oddly enough one of our cousins), that my sister was (and still is) hot.

When I was a kid I went through a phase of doing odd things when I had the house to myself. Having already fucked my way through everything in the fridge to try and find something that felt like 'a real woman'* And having already had the obligatory five wanks while the rest of my family were out, I found myself in my sisters bedroom...

Moments later I found myself standing infront of her full length mirror wearing a spangly boob tube and a pair of french knickers, with my cock and balls hanging out over the top.

Is it wrong to admit that at that moment I felt the sexiest I have ever felt in my life?

I couldn't look my sister in the eye for a month after that afternoon.

And to this day it is my secret shame that I have, in point of fact, been inside my sister's knickers...


* Vanilla slice was the best, closely followed by a cleverly and anatomically correct hollowed out mellon/vagina with a bit of KY jelly added for extra realism.
( SpankyHanky, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 9:24, 10 replies)

Sickly.....
I have no siblings, and was a particularly coddled wee fellow as my older brother was stillborn. Unsurprisingly, then, I have little in the way of sibling stories.

I have however, became rather close to my cousin. I've got a good extended family, a fair few cousins mostly all around my age, and although we all have our little faults, they're all great and mostly hilarious too.

Over the last year though, I've became thick as thieves with one cousin. We've both been through the meat grinder and cheer each other up, as well as provide the odd shoulder now and then. We'll often spy each other in the pub and end up sitting together, gabbing and gossiping. I hadn't seen her for months though, until saturday. We gabbed away for a while, then she got talking to some guy she knew, and I got the impression he was bothering her a little later. Weighing up the situation, I decided to have a quiet word with the guy and despite me being about as scary looking as a tuna sandwich, off he duly fucked.

I had been right, he was being a bit freaky, so I walked her home to make sure she was ok, all the while we gabbed and gossiped, then she just turned round and said "I've missed you, you know. You're my best cousin." Made me feel all warm and fuzzy that did. Never had a little Sis, but my cuz comes close.

Pointless story I know, but it's all I've got.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 4:38, Reply)

is it just me
or are siblings you hated as a teen the ones you get on great with now?
me and both my brothers used to fight like fook at home, and i'm really close with both of them now.
my sister and i were thick as thieves at school, and hardly talk/see each other now (not for any good reason, mind, it just seems that way).
( the brass moustache putting the ass moust in brache since, Wed 31 Dec 2008, 4:10, Reply)