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I just came across this subreddit, and it made me remember a tale from my younger days as a boy of just 16 years old.

Just for context, my younger sister is around 8 years younger than me, and she was (not anymore though) a VERY spoiled child. My parents, who'd always wanted a girl, were super-protective of her, and only wanted the best for their little princess, so she grew up with whatever she wanted. This incident happened when they were both out of the house, and it was the turning point I guess.

Mom and dad were out of the house, and my little sister wanted her hair oiled and massaged. She came up to me while I was doing the dishes and this is basically what happened.

Sis: Hey, I want you to call mom and get her to come home, because I want my hair oiled.

Me: (knowing that mom and dad are actually out on a date right now) Uh, I think they're actually pretty busy with some important work outside, so she won't come home and I can't disturb her, I'll do it instead.

After a few tantrums, in which I didn't budge an inch, she finally relented.

Sis: (snarkily) Fine, you do it instead.

Me: Sure thing sis, brb.

I went to the bathroom and brought coconut oil for her, and you can guess what happened next.

Sis: COCONUT OIL?! Yuck! I want the jasmine oil that mom uses!

Me: "Checks the bathroom" Sorry sis, but there's none of that in the house, this is the only thing we have.

Sis: Oh yeah? And what's that? "Points to shelf holding a bottle of the brand of jasmine oil that mom uses"

Me: But that's not-

Sis: It is, and if you don't use it, I'll tell mom and dad that you were mean to me while they were gone.

Me: Alright, if that's what you want.

She smugly watched me bring the container. I handed it to her.

Me: There's just barely enough to be used, you'll have to pour it directly on to your head. My hands are shaky and I don't want to get oil on your clothes.

Sis: What? Fine, give it.

She turned the bottle upside down over her head, only to realize a few seconds later that something rather smelly and sticky was covering her hair and dripping on to her body.

Sis: What's this?! This doesn't feel or smell like Jasmine oil!

Me: That's because it isn't, it's old sewing machine oil. Mom used this bottle to hold the sewing machine oil when it's own container cracked.

Sis: But you didn't-

Me: I tried to, but you refused to listen to me. Come on, I need to give you a bath, there's no way you'll be able to get that stuff off on your own. I'm gonna need to scrub your hair properly to remove the oil.

I don't know how for sure how she must have felt being given a bath by her elder brother, I wouldn't think she was humiliated, but I DO know that the painful scrubbing that followed taught her a good lesson.

Edit: To a lot of people who find the idea of Mixed Bathing horrendous and/or weird, this was a common practice between family members where I spent my childhood.

Edit 2: I washed my sisters hair and then left for tuition.

Edit 3: To everyone arguing about what age my sister and I fought at, I said that she was sent to live with me a few years after I moved out, and that I moved out when I was 24 years old. She came to the US when she was 18, and I was rather new there as well. If you do the math, that would make me 26 years old at the time.

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