It's hot, and you're tired from walking home. All you want is to lie down in bed, have some cold water, and make shitty comics. But as soon as you enter your penthouse apartment, you see a note attached to your fridge in your bro's chicken scratch.

"ROOF.
NOW.
BRING CAL."

You sigh and grab the puppet who is sitting right next to the fridge. You run into your room, changing out of your clothes, wondering if you have time for a quick little jackoff session before strifing, but you doubt it. You don't want Bro to come in your room and find you in such a compromising position. He sometimes comes into your room when you take too long to come to the roof for a strife, but you doubt he's been waiting long. The ink was still wet on the paper, so you figure you have some time to yourself.

You set Cal on the bed next to you, pull down your boxers, and let your mind wander to your jack off list... which mostly consists of your brother. You begin to pump and think of his beautiful muscles, the outline of his huge cock that you've only seen through the blurry shower curtain. God, how amazing would that feel inside you, you wonder. Before you know what's happening, you're moaning and the door is opening. You gasp and grab the blanket and cover yourself. And you were so close.

"Shit, Bro! Learn to knock!"

Bro says nothing. Instead, he rips the blanket off of you, grabs both your hands and slams them above your head, pinning them there and you to the bed. You widen your eyes and feel the air rush around your erect member. You gasp, but your mouth is soon overtaken with his. He's kissing you hard, and you're kissing back. You're scared and aroused at the same time.

He pulls off your mouth all too soon, kissing down your face, to your neck, now up to your ear. "I heard you, little bro."

"What?" you manage to squeak.

"I heard you saying my name."

Shit. You were? You honestly hadn't realized you were. Well, that would explain this. Or...

You're dreaming. That's it. You have to be having another vivid dream again. But the thing is, you can't remember falling asleep. And you can feel Bro's hands on your own; you can feel his body weight and his muscles pinning you to the bed.

If it's a dream, you have to get out of this situation before you come in your sleep again.

"Bro, stop... I... Please get off..."

He pulls away and looks at your face. You really want to continue. It's obvious on your face. He slaps you and you yelp.

Wait. That hurt. Which means...

This is very real.

"You're a liar," he growls. "You fucking love this, you slut."

You moan in response. He's absolutely right.

He leans down to kiss your neck again, and as he does, you feel his warm leather glove wrap around your now-throbbing cock. He kisses for a moment, then you feel teeth sink in. You yelp, almost unable to form words. "Fuck!" is all you can manage. Your head leans to the side, giving him more room, and he pumps his hand. You were already so close before, you're absolutely bursting right now.

He licks up to your ear and moans, "Don't you dare fucking come without permission."

You gasp, the air getting caught in your throat. That was something different than your dreams.

You whimper. You need to come, badly, but you can't form coherent enough words to ask. Somehow, you manage to sputter out one measely "Please" between your pants and gasps. He bites you hard and you can't help yourself.

You come on his hand.

Bro freezes. He looks different. He looks at your panting and shaking and writhing self with disapproval.

"You disobeyed me."

You whimper helplessly. You feel vulnerable and awful. You feel wrong.

"I'm going to have to punish you."