You've never had a dream that vivid before.
All you remember was your cock being harder than it ever had been, and Bro's cock right alongside your own. How did you know it was Bro's cock? You're not sure. Something in your brain just told you.
It was a weird dream. You don't usually have weird dreams. In fact, you rarely ever dream at all. You never questioned it after the game, though. After Derse, you kind of didn't want to dream. But this dream felt all too real. You remember lying next to Bro's warm body, filling up the space between you two quickly. God, you were so turned on.
It started out as somewhat of a normal dream. You and Bro were strifing on the roof, and as usual, he was completely kicking your ass. You were bruised and beaten, tired and panting. He grabbed you by the back of your collar and dragged you into the apartment where he pinned you against the floor. Your cool was still up on the roof, long gone. Your face was red and you were panting hard. Your shades were haphazardly on your face, making you look even dorkier than usual.
He started to kiss you. That was weird. Bro never did anything like that. He never even showed affection besides strifing, if you could call that affection. But this wasn't affection. This was lust. Pure, unadulterated lust. Why? You had no idea. But you weren't complaining.
His hand made its way down your toned torso, and his mouth down the side of your face and onto your neck. You don't remember saying anything, but how could you not? Your face was hot, your ears bright red and mouth left open, panting. Before you knew what happened, his hand was wrapped around your throbbing erection and pumping fast. Soon, there was warmth all over your stomach. And then there was a knock at the door.
"Come on, little man! You've got school today. I know. It's still a thing."
God, you are the luckiest kid alive because Bro didn't open your door. Cum was all over the beds and your pajamas. Fuck. Looks like you're doing your own laundry again this week.
"Um, yeah, I'll... be out in a few." You jump out of bed and hide the sheets and pajamas as best you can and continue to get dressed, contemplating the dream. You'd never felt that way about your brother, ever, and you're pretty sure he never has either. You guys interacted a fair amount, but there was no affection in any of your interactions. In all your sixteen years, you can't remember one time he hugged you or told you he loved you. Not that you minded. He was too cool for that shit anyway.
You run your fingers through your blond hair like you do every morning right before you put on your shades. You look yourself over in the mirror, once, twice, and grab your backpack, slamming the door to your room tight behind you. "Bye, dude."
"Bye, kiddo. I'll see you after school."