Pantsing my Little Brother — And Paying the Consequences
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Loading...I’m a girl who grew up really hating my shrimpy little brother, Mark. There’s four years between us. I always hated his whining and the way he seemed to think he was the center of the world trying to get approval for every little thing. So this happened when I was 14 and he was 10.
I told my best friend Lillian that I really wanted to put Mark in his place once and for all. She had the perfect solution. Her little sister was in Mark’s class. She was going to have a 10th birthday party, and most everyone in her class, girls and boys, including Mark, were invited. Lillian said she would be there helping out her mom, and that I too should come to help. It would be the perfect opportunity to shame Mark by pantsing him in front of all his classmates, especially the girls. I would pull down his pants and underpants exposing his bare bottom and what Lillian called his “little thingy.” I don’t know how Lillian would know how this would turn out, but she told me most likely Mark would be so panicky and upset that he would have trouble rushing to pull his pants up as everyone would be laughing at this nakedness. With any luck, he would run out of the room crying. It was the perfect way to show him who’s boss, and would shame him for a long time to come. It would be quite a while before any 10 year old would get over that. I smiled at the thought of a half naked wimp crying his eyes out as everyone stared. It was the perfect way to get to the brother I hated.
But the day of the party, I started having second thoughts. I thought exposing Mark’s privates would get me into trouble. Lillian told me not to worry. Just pull down his pants and leave the underwear alone. Mark would still be shamed. OK, the plan was set and put into motion. About an hour into the party, I made my move. I came behind Mark and yanked his pants to the ground exposing his tidy-whities. Everyone laughed. I waited for Mark to panic and hopefully run out of the room crying.
But Mark did not panic. He did not cry. He did not even pull his pants up at first. Instead he turned around and hit me hard in the face. I was surprised that this little wuus could hit so hard. Everyone stopped laughing. They were looking at me with these grossed out expressions. I felt something warm and wet on my face. I touched my nose, which hurt, and then looked at all the blood on my hand. Lillian and her mom took me upstairs to the bathroom to try to stop the bleeding. “I think he broke your nose,” her mom said. They called my mom who took me to the emergency room, but not before Lillian’s sister came up to see how I was and told me about a bully who recently picked on Mark at school. Twice as big as Mark, he still got laid out by my brother. Only now I am hearing about this??
So Mom takes me to the emergency room. They snap my nose back in place, which hurt like hell, and then bandaged it up. The only thing keeping me going was all the trouble Mark would get into that night after Dad came home.
But Mark did not get into trouble. Dad was mad at me. “You deserve what you got,” he said. “You don’t embarrass family that way.” Mom told me that it was my job to protect my little brother, not to pick on him. Gee, Mom, in case you haven’t noticed, Mark needs no protection. I was made to apologize and grounded for a week. And did I plan revenge? Hell, no. Get my nose broke again?
My nose did heal, but I have this bump I did not have before. Some tell me it’s cute, but it is an unpleasant reminder. It’s two years later, and I still don’t like my brother. But we get along better than before. He’s started taking lessons at youth boxing, and though he is still small for his size, he is quick and has a hard punch. He holds his own with bigger and older kids. I may not like Mark, but I learned to respect him.
Recently some senior girls were picking on me. Mark saw this and told them to fuck off. The girls threatened to tell their boyfriends, and Mark gave them his name and address. Two guys did show up, one from the football team, but they weren’t looking for a fight. They asked to speak to me and Mark, telling us they were sorry for their girlfriends’ behavior, and if it happened again let them know. They knew Mark by reputation and did not want to mess with Supermidget, which is what some call him. I may not like Mark, but he is useful to have around.
