How did you torment your siblings?
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JetMaxx
This is about the most sadistic thing I ever did to Becky...but she deserved every second of it
Becky wasn't a tattletale, but had a habit of letting things slip...secrets I'd told her, then she'd tell dad about in the heat of the moment. Becky was 14 or 15, I was 18. I'd had a minor car accident (backed into a car in the parking lot at work). I decided to just pay the guy cash to get his car fixed, to avoid telling dad..and
keep our auto insurance rates down. Dad didn't believe in stuff like that to begin with, and at that time, we weren't getting along very well.
Well, I confided to Becky that I'd paid the co-worker $450 bucks, and had covered up the scratches in dad's bumper (I was driving his car when I had the fender bender). To make a long story short, Becky and dad had an argument, he punished her, and Becky yelled "You don't punish Perry like that and he wrecked your car"
Needless to say, it wasn't pleasant for me....I'll just leave it at that. I lost the privilege of driving his car to/from work (mine was a heap..LOL)..and we had a big fight that ended with dad slapping the glasses off my face.
I immediately set about creating a very devious plot of revenge for little sister. I knew she was thrilled by my weight training equipment. Becky was a blue-eyed tomboy, and loved proving she could keep up with big brother (if I lifted weights, she wanted to lift weights)...plus she was particularly interested in the leg curl attachment; wanting to improve the tone and shape of her legs. That was how I set her up...the fact Becky knew nothing about weight lifting.
We were home alone when I set my master plan into operation...dad and granny both at work. I told Becky if she were really interested, I'd show how to develop her legs some shape. We proceeded to the basement and I convinced her to lie, face down on my weight bench.
Becky did so, and I put some light weight (30 lbs) on the leg curl attachment and told Becky to try it out. After a few reps, she said it was too light. I said "okay, try this sis" then put 120 lbs on the leg curl. Just as I'd planned, she couldn't budge it. As Becky struggled to lift it, I grabbed the duct tape and bound her ankles to the bar...and then taped her wrists to the upper part of the bench. Becky wasn't quite sure what I was doing but knew it was bad...she said "Okay Perry, this isn't funny".
I said "neither was ratting on me to dad". I heard sis take a huge gulp, because she knew what was coming I sat down at her feet (she was barefoot as usual), and proceeded to tickle the daylights out of her soft "little piggies" for almost an hour with everything torturous I could think of (a toothbrush, one of her hair brushes, a large feather, and a Q-tip).
Becky cried, begged, pleaded, giggled, and laughed until she couldn't laugh anymore. What made it worse for her was every time I'd stop...feeling sorry, that maybe she'd had enough, Becky would begin yelling "Oh, you just wait until I tell dad..you are SO dead"
(which only prolonged her agony..because that's why I did it in the first place).
After I untied her, giggling at her appearance (hair all mussed, tears from laughing streaked on her face)...I figured Becky would get me back bigtime, or immediately tell dad; but she never did, and a couple years ago told me why....that even though I nearly killed her , she knew she deserved it; and was sorry for getting me in so much trouble with dad (she knew he slapped me in the face 
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PW
Becky wasn't a tattletale, but had a habit of letting things slip...secrets I'd told her, then she'd tell dad about in the heat of the moment. Becky was 14 or 15, I was 18. I'd had a minor car accident (backed into a car in the parking lot at work). I decided to just pay the guy cash to get his car fixed, to avoid telling dad..and
keep our auto insurance rates down. Dad didn't believe in stuff like that to begin with, and at that time, we weren't getting along very well.
Well, I confided to Becky that I'd paid the co-worker $450 bucks, and had covered up the scratches in dad's bumper (I was driving his car when I had the fender bender). To make a long story short, Becky and dad had an argument, he punished her, and Becky yelled "You don't punish Perry like that and he wrecked your car"
Needless to say, it wasn't pleasant for me....I'll just leave it at that. I lost the privilege of driving his car to/from work (mine was a heap..LOL)..and we had a big fight that ended with dad slapping the glasses off my face.
I immediately set about creating a very devious plot of revenge for little sister. I knew she was thrilled by my weight training equipment. Becky was a blue-eyed tomboy, and loved proving she could keep up with big brother (if I lifted weights, she wanted to lift weights)...plus she was particularly interested in the leg curl attachment; wanting to improve the tone and shape of her legs. That was how I set her up...the fact Becky knew nothing about weight lifting.
We were home alone when I set my master plan into operation...dad and granny both at work. I told Becky if she were really interested, I'd show how to develop her legs some shape. We proceeded to the basement and I convinced her to lie, face down on my weight bench.
Becky did so, and I put some light weight (30 lbs) on the leg curl attachment and told Becky to try it out. After a few reps, she said it was too light. I said "okay, try this sis" then put 120 lbs
on the leg curl. Just as I'd planned, she couldn't budge it. As Becky struggled to lift it, I grabbed the duct tape and bound her ankles to the bar...and then taped her wrists to the upper part of the bench. Becky wasn't quite sure what I was doing but knew it was bad...she said "Okay Perry, this isn't funny".
I said "neither was ratting on me to dad". I heard sis take a huge gulp, because she knew what was coming
I sat down at her feet (she was barefoot as usual), and proceeded to tickle the daylights out of her soft "little piggies" for almost an hour with everything torturous I could think of (a toothbrush, one of her hair brushes, a large feather, and a Q-tip).
Becky cried, begged, pleaded, giggled, and laughed until she couldn't laugh anymore. What made it worse for her was every time I'd stop...feeling sorry, that maybe she'd had enough, Becky would begin yelling "Oh, you just wait until I tell dad..you are SO dead"
(which only prolonged her agony..because that's why I did it in the first place).
After I untied her, giggling at her appearance (hair all mussed, tears from laughing streaked on her face)...I figured Becky would get me back bigtime, or immediately tell dad; but she never did, and a couple years ago told me why....that even though I nearly killed her
, she knew she deserved it; and was sorry for getting me in so much trouble with dad (she knew he slapped me in the face
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PW
Last edited by JetMaxx on Fri Apr 18, 2003 4:25 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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SHAME on you Perry! LOL
I hate being tickled! Fortunately I have this knack of being able to shut down my nerves, I have no idea how, but if I think really hard and concentrate, I can make myself "untickelish" It used to frustrate my brother terribly. Of course I have to be in the right frame of mind to do that.
My brother tied my hands behind my back and tried to tickle me, I am double jointed though, and can dislocate my shoulders, so I slipped my arms back over my head (he had left the room for a while) I untied the rope with my teeth. When he came back I hid under the bed. He started searching for me and was very confused. I got my retribution, I stabed him in the foot with a pencil from under the bed! I hated to be teased! But boy did I get into trouble for that one. I was very small and used to get extremely upset when people teased me, unfortunately I had a very BIG temper.
I hate being tickled! Fortunately I have this knack of being able to shut down my nerves, I have no idea how, but if I think really hard and concentrate, I can make myself "untickelish" It used to frustrate my brother terribly. Of course I have to be in the right frame of mind to do that.
My brother tied my hands behind my back and tried to tickle me, I am double jointed though, and can dislocate my shoulders, so I slipped my arms back over my head (he had left the room for a while) I untied the rope with my teeth. When he came back I hid under the bed. He started searching for me and was very confused. I got my retribution, I stabed him in the foot with a pencil from under the bed! I hated to be teased! But boy did I get into trouble for that one. I was very small and used to get extremely upset when people teased me, unfortunately I had a very BIG temper.
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JetMaxx
j wrote:JeyMaxx....you are one sadistic brother..I think you got me beat man
I don't know j....that itching powder in your sisters panties sounds a little sadistic. I wasn't brave enough to do it
I also knew better than to touch Becky's dolls. She'd get mad when I tickled her feet; but would plot torture and mayhem so devious I can't even describe it for anyone that messed with her Barbie dolls (and you guys thought Patricia the photo nazi was scary
btw - I'm pretty ticklish too folks...it wasn't a one sided ticklefight. Becky's grabbed me around the waist or under the arms from behind a few times too--and I usually ended up ROFL
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