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My sister and I were always fighting. She's still got a large chunk of pencil lead embedded in her hand from where I stabbed her once. What's the worst you've done to your siblings?

(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 12:46)
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psychological damage vs. physical damage
Some of the greatest moments in my short life were with my older sister,(Lauren) fighting with the younger (Sarah). One day, we decided it'd be fun to tie her up to a chair, gag her, and stick her in a cold shower with the lights off. That ones a classic.

I think we've locked her outside in the snow a few times too. Oh! We also managed to make her barf in a closet, and constantly run away from the dinner table without finishing due to the excessive breast grabbing we manage to do while mom and dad look away. I think that may be why she's so thin. I also made her pee her pants (at age 11), leading to a stench that wouldnt leave her room for days, since she was too bloody lazy to clean it.. I also bite her alot, but not enough to draw blood. (Unlike what I did to lauren awile back)

I was like, 2, and lauren must've been 8. Anyways, I went up to her for a hug, and managed to bite through the flesh on her tummy. Best part is, no one believed her. She still holds a grudge to this day.

I think thats all for now.

I'm so sorry Sarah.
(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 18:30, Reply)
Scar head
My sister (11) was racing me (6) and told me the only way to beat her was to run as fast as I could with my head down to lower the wind resistance. This I then did, leading to a collision with a raditor and a three inch scar which required stitches.

Still she got injured too when Dad got home.
(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 18:10, Reply)
My absolute bastard
of a brother convinced me to play catch with him. Only problem was, it was with a heavy concrete block. He was about 14 and I was around 9. Cue him throwing it harder than I could catch it, me palming it away slightly, landing on my toe and lots of bleeding, a trip to the hospital and a lost big toe nail. All the day before we went to the South of France. Twunt Monkey!

Good for freaking the girls on holiday away though! Best protection against lurgies ever invented!
(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 17:30, Reply)
sibbling damage
While on vacation several years ago, my brother and i were playing mini-golf. He decided to pretend to be then-famous native-american golfer Notah Begay. He began to swing his club around, only to meet it with my lip. Cue screaming, blood all over the astro-turf, and a fat lip that lasted a week. Still have a scar on my lip from that.
(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 17:20, Reply)
I trod
on some newly planted saplings once and they snapped.

Oh siblings, sorry.
(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 16:40, Reply)
One sleeping sister (bare arse exposed).

Me holding an electric sander.

nuff said.
(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 15:55, Reply)
This is Olembe. I am writing from beyond the grave.
I have been murdered by my brother. Please inform the police, as I daresay he'd enjoy being on Crimewatch. Thank you.
(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 15:53, Reply)
Eye Eye
Aged 3, I bounded down the stairs with delight to get my tea only to be stabbed just above the right eye with a steak knife by my big sis Bezmungus. Lots of blood for me and a wooden spooned bottom for her. I ended up with a cool scar though..... She maintains it was an accident, Bezmiddle our other sister is not so sure and nor am I!
(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 15:43, Reply)
Ouch, and erm, ouch
Wish I could say I had a little brother to inflict this on, just someone in a lower year who loved to inflict himself on me. The last time he tried anything was this time- he climbed onto a raised flowerbed (just next to Sheffield Cathedral tramstop) and proceeded to drape himself round my neck. Now, under normal circumstances you're *apparently* supposed to just wind said person slightly by backing into a wall. This doesn't work (after trying it out in summer camp on various campers who tried the same on me). Instead, I pulled off the mother of all judo throws and he went headfirst, onto very hard, sandstone flags. Hitting the top of his head. He never did try anything after that.

And stuff I've seen in camp... technically we're all supposed to be brothers there so I guess that counts- well they kept on talking about brotherhood anyways. My favourite one was when the campers crawled headfirst into a sleeping bag to do "the worm" as they called it, and when said camper was walking around, to stand on the sleeping bag and watch them fall over. When they stand up again, rinse and repeat. Either that or send them into fits of apoplectic rage by confiscating their ipods and listening to them... always good. I was a good counsellor, honest guvnor...
(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 15:22, Reply)
Used to live in a house with a big garden
so we went out to play golf with dads old clubs. Brother took the first shot, then I took mine with him standing conveniently next to me - I swung the end of the club right into his face, full speed. He staggered about a bit and cried, but that was it. Probably says more about his head than my golf.

And the bastich got his own back by cracking my skull with a concrete floor.
(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 14:33, Reply)
My sister
used to beat me up all the time. After a particularly nasty session I told her that if she kicked me again I would bite her leg. I was lying on the floor.

She kicked me. I bit her leg. Hard. I didn't stop biting until I could taste blood. Through her jeans.
(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 13:50, Reply)
She does not know
I once pressed a peice of wood whith a nail through it against my sisters head. There was only a small hole and as I remember it she did'nt even bleed much. I also, by accident, killed her hamster, only she thinks he died of natural cauces.
(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 13:41, Reply)
Hammer Horror
I threw a hammer at my brother's head when he stole my bike. I missed though, so he wasn't injured.

(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 13:35, Reply)
Siblings. Ugh.
My brother swung a metal drum into my head giving me a huge swollen cut above my eye.

So I hit him on the head with a hairbrush until he bled.

So he then pushed me into the pool, but I slipped and got split my chin open on the concrete.

(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 12:05, Reply)
When I was about 11, my youngest brother who was about 4 was standing on the down end of an improvised see-saw we'd constructed just for fun. I immediately jumped onto the other end as hard as possible. Needless to say, he went straight up into the air, did a flip, and landed on his head (I wanted to see if it would work like in the circus). No serious injury, but he was really angry. I also pushed my younger brother (then about 6 or 7) off a slide and broke his collar bone. I also threw a pinecone at my sister's face. You have no idea how much blood that makes. Fun times - we are a very violent family.

Also my first posting after ages of lurking and reading the questions. The barfing QOTW was the one I read first...
(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 9:35, Reply)
Loose Fingers
When I was 3, my mum sent me into the kitchen to find a knife. Couldn't find it anywhere, so my 2 year old brother came in and picked it up (for it was under my nose), and went to take it into mum. I exclaimed that I wanted to take it into her, and grabbed the knife. By the handle.

When we got to the hospital, the lovely doctors sewed two fingers back on, and, apart from barracking for the Sydney Swans, he's a perfectly normal, healthy bogan.
(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 9:26, Reply)
Oh, the guilt
I beat my brother round the head with a lead pipe when I was 7 or so, and he was 5. He got a lovely 1/2" scar above his right eye.

I shoved him aside in the face of a charging bull once, I'd meant to save him, nothing major happened, except a nasty shock from the electric fence I'd sent him catapulting into.

When I was 12 or so, I sent him off once to retrieve the food dish of a Chow bitch in heat next door (who was being mated with at the time... by some neighborhood stray) ...in the hopes they'd stop (didn't even think about the hose). Cue large gashes on the face, several disgusting gobby bits of fat hanging free, more stitches than I care to remember, rabies shots, and several weeks' grounding.

He paid me back though - when I was 14 he bailed on me after driving the three-wheeler we were on off the soft shoulder of a neighbor's white-rock driveway. Broke my hand and left me with a nasty scar on my leg. Hand's still a bit gimp, but you'd never notice unless you were me...

I mean, dammit, I scarred him for life, but he broke my bones! And those were scars of sibling LOVE!
(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 8:23, Reply)
My brother is 3 years older than me but still didnt understand teasing when i did..
Then when he finaly got it he would try to tease me.. like once i was grounded (i was 5 him 8) -duno why i was grounded at 5..-.. but he was by the front door taunting me 'you cant go outside'... so i punched him in the stomach.. kinda knocked the wind outa him.. 0:-).
dad taught him good, never to hit girls so i could do as i pleased with him.
(, Wed 24 Aug 2005, 7:42, Reply)
I'm what you could say was the victim...
Nothing causing major wounding but major irritance. My sister is two years younger and somehow stronger, taller, heavier and prone to emotional outbursts.

When younger, she bite me and drew blood so I pushed her down some stairs. It was spectacular. She managed to somehow cartwheel down them and since there was a bend then a stair gate .. crash into the wall then flip over it. Muahahahah. Though I was the one that I got the thrashing. Bah.

But now we are much more older and *cough* mature.

My sister does make me really want to turn around and slug her. She will injure me and also laugh at me. Occasionally, she will say something like "Hi retard" in a friendly, joking way and I'll laugh and say it back. Suddenly, her face will fall and she starts pounding my arm and screaming at me. I am not over exaggerating.

I get regular beatings from my other siblings as well who are also younger. My younger brother, when I first invited my exboyfriend around .. latched himself to my legs and repeatedly kicked and punched me. My two sisters will sit on me, pin me down, punch me or tug on my hair. I have been bitten by all of them. Sometimes, a quick, brutal whack is quite satisfying though all three will zoom off and scream.

My trick is not to respond with violence. Hide rotting vegetables in their bedrooms. =D

[EDIT] - I'm going on a bit but I almost forgot what they do to each other. I'm relatively unharmed. Just the other day, my youngest sister whacked my brother on the head with a hammer. /// He didn't lose unconsciousness... he threw a shoe at her mouth and made it bleed. A lot.
(, Tue 23 Aug 2005, 23:25, Reply)
I put my little sister in hospital when she was a toddler...
I was digging in the garden using the hook end of a hammer, I was only 5 or 6 so I assume I had a good reason.

She wandered up behind me and looked over my shoulder to see what I was doing... and caught the nail-knocking end full in the nose on the up-swing.

I also cracked her head quite badly on another occasion when we were about the same age - it was a teeny bit more deliberate though, I wanted her to help test out a thought I'd had so got her to stand on a bathmat which I then yanked out from under her. She smacked her temple on the corner of the bath on the way down. I wasn't very popular with the parents for that one, she needed a few stitches...
(, Tue 23 Aug 2005, 23:04, Reply)
Glass in his head..
Me and my bro, we love each other really (deeeeeeeeeep down), but we've done some horrible things to each oth.. no wait, i've done some horrible things to him:

- stabbed him with a pencil, he still has the led in him

- pushed his head through windows several times

- arm locked him so many times he barely feels it now, he just spins round and hits me (feebly ;) )

- and most heinous crime, we broke each others lego models as soon as they were made... hey, they meant a lot to us then

apologies for boredom levels but if you were bored by that you were OBVIOUSLY a slapper...
(, Tue 23 Aug 2005, 22:41, Reply)
eyes are a prime target...
when i was a nipper my older brother and myself used to wrestle...nothing different there. however after one fateful day of watching WWF my brother decided to take the wrestling to the next stage and proceeded to grab my head and smash it into a very sharp very hard corner of a wall. cue blood and screaming and my brother crying like a girl.

years later when we'd caught the football bug, we had a minor altercation which gave me ample opprtunity to exact my revenge. so i did...i pushed my thumb so deep into his eye that this wierd goo (dont think it was eye jelly...) squiged out. once again he cried like a girl.
the best part is that his best mate at the time was there to watch this glorious achievement.

first post! giggady giggady!!
(, Tue 23 Aug 2005, 22:35, Reply)
One time my sister and I were playing with one of those lovely dodgeball playground balls when it started rolling down the street. When we noticed it was heading towards a relatively large storm drain, we ran as fast as we could. She slipped on some sand in the road and skinned her shins pretty darn bad. This was when I was probably 3 and she was 6. That evening, whilst she was taking a bath and my mom was cleaning her, I got pissed off because of something she said and I bashed her head into the side of the tub. I was a bad child sometimes. It was okay, though since she talked me into eating a REALLY hot pepper one night after which I rubbed my eyes and couldn't see for about 20 minutes.

(, Tue 23 Aug 2005, 22:17, Reply)
My brother is three years older than me. About a month before my fifth birthday he broke my wrist. I'm not sure how but I know he did it on purpose, to this day (20 years later) he still insists I fell and he's brainwashed mum and dad into believing his version of events.
Worse still, after a couple of weeks in a cast the swelling had gone down and my cast was quite lose. He told me this meant my arm was fixed and it was time to take of the cast. He helped me pull the cast off, the shoved it back on when mum came in wondering what all the screaming was about.
So technically speaking he broke my wrist twice in two weeks.
And he wondered why I didn't bother getting anyone to help him when he fell off his bike into the rose bushes.
(, Tue 23 Aug 2005, 21:02, Reply)
Monkey Pie - emotional brutality
Her cruddy toy monkey from holiday on spain really got on my tits. (you know those crappy ones in the late 1970's?). She really adored it which was her downfall, I cut it up, arms legs,head and torso and cooked it in a pot with all the culinary imagination a twelve year has - tomatoe sauce,beans,frazzles and some spangles. I'd pay anything to have a photo of her reaction.
(, Tue 23 Aug 2005, 20:18, Reply)
Revenge on the sister
My sister and I had a fight where she spat in my face then broke the TV remove over my head. Revenge consisted of me dragging her outside and with a pair of toy handcuffs I locked her arms onto the crossbar of the trusty Hills hoist (for you non-Australian readers, its a cloths line you can crank up and down to raise or lower the level of the line) and cranked her up until she was pulled up on her tippy toes. Almost better than a rack. Can it get better? Oh yes it started to rain. Left her there for 5 minutes bawling her eyes out while I stood in the shelter of the back door and laughed.
Unfortunately our parents pulled into the drive and only witnessed me laughing at my sister's discomfort. Who gets a hiding and grounded for a week, me. Never mind the broken TV remote.
Strange thing is I get on better with my sister now than ever.
(, Tue 23 Aug 2005, 19:12, Reply)
Cot Death Failure
I am 8 years older than my sister. When I was 11 or 12, I thrashed her at a pillowfight. Obviously, it was a pretend fight and I didn't hurt her, but she didn't like losing, so started crying and told our mother I had indeed hurt her. I was sent to my room.

In my room, I grew angry. I left my room, and found my sister's large, heavy doll's house. I tied a few threads to it, and looped the threads around an old hook above her bed, where a forlorn paper mobile once hung. I raised the doll's house to the ceiling, and tied the other end of the threads to her ladybird book, which I placed at an angle beneath her pillow.

My plan of her head resting on the pillow later that evening, causing the thread to break and the doll's house to crush her wretched lying skull failed (fortunately). She took one look at the device and called my mother; I was confined to my room yet again.

She still brings this up whenever she meets my friends for the first time. "My brother tried to kill me", she begins. I keep having to find new friends.
(, Tue 23 Aug 2005, 18:19, Reply)
Older Brothers are great!
Being the middle child I’ve been behind the giving out of a few wounds and on the receiving end of many.

The best has to be when I was only 5 and my older brother got me in a headlock, bit my nose and then tried to flush my head down the toilet, I still have the tooth-marks, I’m now 22!
(, Tue 23 Aug 2005, 18:04, Reply)
my tounge
so umm yeah i was a little 3 year old running around the house, pissing off my up the duff mum, when my brother found it funny to trip me up.

Fair enough you'd say but as i fell i bit my tounge almost clean off, just a little flappy bit saved it.

And what did my brother say when my mum entered the room to find two of her sons covered in blood laughing like dicks and the other with a face like he'd been going down on a lady with a heavy flow problem?

"it wasn't me, he tripped on the hover wire"

what a lying fuck the hover wasn't even in the room!

and all i got was a nice den in my tounge.
(, Tue 23 Aug 2005, 17:35, Reply)
My sister
and I have always got on really well. Never tried to hurt each other at all. Didn't stop me landing her in casualty by flinging wet bits of bog roll at her while she climbed a tree. She stepped on one piece. Slipped and recreated Isaac Newton's discovery about gravity - right onto the edge of a pavement.

Always felt really bad about that.

Until I read what you twisted sickos were up to.
(, Tue 23 Aug 2005, 17:34, Reply)

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