Fantasy - The Anthology

My Brothers Best Friend

Have you ever fantasised about someone you're not supposed to? Have you ever imagined their hand running down your body, touching every inch of you as you writhe underneath them?

I have.

The daydreams started when I was 15, when my brother bought his new friend, Toby, home. He was quite a few years older than me, so naturally he didn't even look twice at me. But boy did I look at him... all the time, whenever he was around. He and my brother had met in their first year at college. They lived together in their dorm the first year and then after that moved in together off campus. It wasn't often I saw him. It was maybe only once or twice a year, but that didn't stop the obsession as I followed his life through various fake social media profiles, just to see what he was up to.

After they graduated my brother moved back home which meant I saw Toby a lot more. Every time he was over I invented a reason to be close to them. One night they were watching a scary movie that I crash in on. It was the first time Toby touched me. I had jumped so hard in my seat on the sofa that Tobys hand shot out to touch mine to make sure I was ok. He was so sweet like that.

But as I got older the more obvious it became that I didn't have a chance with him. It was a tough pill to swollow.

It was my final weekend at home before I left for college, finally free to leave home and sadly leave Toby behind. I mean, at some point you have to move on, right? I couldn't just stay the little love struck girl I was.

My best friend Jane had persuaded me to throw a party at my house while my parents were spending the night away for their anniversary. It was also the night my brother stayed with his girlfriend so it was kind of perfect actually. So I thought fuck it. I leave in a few days and it'll probably be a while before I see alot of my friends again. So I did it. I arranged the party, inviting everyone from school to come and blow off some steam before we all disappeared.

The music was blearing and everyone was drinking. It was becoming a good night. Definitely one I would remember... or not.

'More shots.' I cried over the music as Jane pours the vodka into the little, mini cups.

'Fuck, Claire. Chill or you won't even make it to 11.' She laughed at me as I downed the shot in one go.

'It's a fucking party.' I shouted.

But ultimately she was right when not even 20 minutes later I was struggling to stay awake.

'Come on. Let's get you to bed.' She laughed, carrying me through the living room and up the stairs with the help of her boyfriend.

'I love you guys.' I told them, stroking the faces in unison.

'Yeah, yeah. Just get in your room.' Jane laughed, swinging the door open. 'Or not.' She back tracked when it appeared my room was already being used for something other than sleep.

'Gunna have to burn those sheets tomorrow.' I slurred staring daggers at the people who picked my room to fuck in.

'Come on, let try your brothers and let's hope for the love of god nobody is fucking in it.' Jane's says aloud.

Luckily when she pushed the door open the coast was clear.

She tucked me in and left me a glass of water on the side just incase before she disappeared from the room, leaving me all alone.