When fantasy becomes reality

The next morning was spent packing up and getting ready to drive home. As Harriet and Phil had the largest car they took the majority of the luggage and the other four of us went in a separate car. As we were getting ready to leave we started to do a sweep of the villa to make sure nothing had been forgotten. I happened to be in the same room as Phil who was wondering around looking especially thoroughly. Part of me knew what he was looking for but I decided to ask anyway. “You seem to be looking for something, have you lost anything?”

“Yeah, I can’t find a pair of my boxers”. Came the reply.

Immediately my heart started to race and I could feel my face start to burn in embarrassment. I knew he’d notice they were gone but I’d convinced myself he would just let it go.

“I wouldn’t mind, but they’re one of my best pairs and Harriet bought them for my birthday a few weeks back so she’ll know if I don’t have them” Phil carried one.

Shit! Of all the pairs I’d take it would have to be some that had some kind of special meaning to them both. “Oh what a nightmare” I replied trying to be as disinterested as possible. “I don’t think we’re going to find them, we’ve turned this place upside down, we would have come across them by now.”.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. It still confuses me though, I mean they were dirty and on the pile of washing. What would anyone want with them?’. Phil stood up and looked straight at me holding my gaze.

“Ha, yeah. Who would want your dirty old pants!?” I mumbled as I wondered out of the room.

“Yeah, who indeed” I heard him reply as I walked away.

We set off ten minutes later and travelled in convoy for the next few hours. It didn’t take long before Harriet needed to stop for a wee break so we all got out and wondered around whilst we waited for her to get back from the toilet. When she eventually returned she started to complain about Phil’s bad taste in music. “Honestly, he refuses to put on anything I like and his taste is terrible. Dean, would you swap cars with me?”

“No thanks, happy where I am”

“How about you mum?”

John quickly piped up and said “I need your mum for map reading duties”.

You could see the disappointment cross Liz’s face at not getting to spend the next few hours with Phil. Simultaneously you could see the relief wash over Phil’s face that he didn’t need to cope with Liz for the next leg of the journey. Finally Harriet looked at me.

“James, my favourite brother in law... would you go with Phil?”

I was torn, on the one hand I couldn’t think of anything I would rather do than to be alone with Phil. But I was worried the topic of the missing underwear would come up and that I wouldn’t just be able to leave the room.

“Hmmm, alright, as you’re pregnant I guess I’ll put up with his terrible taste in music” I replied.
Phil’s face was unreadable at this point. He didn’t seem to have a strong reaction either way. I mean why should he? I’ve not done anything wrong, that he knows about...

We loaded back up into the cars with me and Phil in his BMW and the rest in John's Mercedes. The drive was quiet, as it turned out Phil didn't have terrible taste in music, it wasn't what I would pick but as it was just playing softly in the background I could just ignore it. The first few minutes were quiet. I kept glancing at Phil trying to be as subtle as possible and I could see his jaw was tense and his knuckles white with the grip on the steering wheel. Something was clearly playing on his mind. "Everything ok? You seem stressed" I asked quietly.

That seemed to bring him out of wherever he'd gone inside his head. He looked at me, his face softened and he let out a sigh. "Yeah, I mean, fine... mostly... it's just relationship stuff... you know" said Phil.

"Would it help to talk it out? I'll be as impartial as I can."

Phil let out a long breath, paused, and "it's Harriet, she's driving me crazy at the moment. One minute she seems super relaxed, calm and things are going great. But then out of nowhere she'll just lay into me. I don't even need to say anything sometimes, it's like my presence or me breathing is too much for her to bear and she just goes mental".

Harriet had always seemed hormonal to me, she was either flying high and the life of the party or she would be in a foul mood and you'd try and avoid being within a 1 miles radius of her at all costs. "Has she got worse with the pregnancy?".

"Worse!?" replied Phil.

I think i'd struck a nerve with him. "Well, you know, more up and down than normal".

Phil sighed heavily and his shoulders slumped. You could tell he was a broken man and my heart swelled wishing I could comfort him somehow.

"Ha, yeah I guess you could say that. She's just so all over the place. The other night she just wouldn't leave me alone..." he trailed off.

"What do you mean wouldn't leave you alone?" I was confused and different scenarios kept rolling around in my head.

"I don't want to talk about it... it's... personal" said Phil.

My mind immediately went to the boxers. I mean they obviously weren't having sex if he boxers were filled with a load like that. But was that because he didn't want it or she wasn't up for it? The way he said it made it sound as if she was the one after it but for whatever reason he wasn't prepared to have sex with her. I'd heard of guys being worried about having sex with pregnant women but Phil didn't strike me as the type of guy who would be bothered by stuff like that. Then again I had no idea what their sex life was like other than a brief snippit of a conversation Harriet and Liz had once where Harriet said "it's always me chasing him". I'd walked in at that point and they both stopped and started talking about something else. I didn't really know what they'd meant at the time but perhaps this was related to the 'she won't leave me alone' comment he just made.

I chose to respect his wishes and left the subject alone. A while later we stopped again and Phil went off to the toilet and when he got back I went. The others made a quick get away as they were rushing to catch a ferry but Phil and I decided to get a later one and stopped to have a bite to eat. Phil seemed to really perk up after the others left and seemed much more like his usual self. It was almost as if Harriet's presence made him shy away from conversation or showing he was having a good time. Whatever was going on in his head had something to do with his relationship to her. We spoke about the new car he was waiting to collect in a few weeks and all the track days he intended on going to with it. He even got as far as asking me if it would be something i'd enjoy doing with him. Dean wasn't into his cars, but being a petrolhead myself I jumped at the opportunity, partly I think because I enjoyed cars but mainly because it clearly meant spending more time with Phil. The more time I spent in his company the stronger the draw towards him I felt. I found myself watching his body move, enjoying seeing the individual muscle groups pop and strain as he did something as simple as picking up a cup of coffee.

By the time we'd finished dinner we were running late. Phil tried to make up time but the busy autoroutes were really slowing us down. By the time we reached Calais we discovered that due to a 'technical fault' there would be no more ferries sailing until tomorrow morning. I attempted to ask the not especially helpful ferry staff where we might be able to find somewhere to sleep that night but he just waved his hand and moved me along. I got back into the car where Phil had gotten off the phone with Harriet. "She's pretty pissed, angry that we didn't stay in convoy as they're about to disembark in Dover". What surprised me the most about this was that he seemed to be positively glowing with the knowledge that it was out of his control and despite Harriet being angry with him there wasn't anything she could say.

"Well I guess we need to head into Calais and try and find some sort of motel for the night" i suggested.

A message came through from Dean. 'Heard you got stuck on the other side of the channel. Unlucky. Harriet is spitting feathers that Phil isn't going to be home tonight. Let me know when you get on the ferry in the morning xx'. I typed a quick reply saying we were off to find a motel and i'd see him tomorrow. Phil and I tried about 4 motels with no luck. We had pretty much resigned ourselves to sleeping in the car that night when we drove past one more. "Worth a go I guess" I said to Phil.

He hopped out of the car and went into the motel's reception. Just as I was expecting him to come back out and confirm my suspicions I saw him emerge with a key in his hand. I hopped out of the car and followed him inside and up to our room. "There is one small catch" said Phil as he was opening the door.

I walked in and saw one small double bed and one tiny sofa. "This is all they had left, I thought it would be better than sleeping in the car. I'll take the sofa and you can have the bed" said Phil.

"You can't sleep on that, it's barely big enough for someone half your size"

"I'll take the cushions off the sofa and sleep on the floor, I really don't mind".

With that he took the cushions off the sofa and arranged them into some form of bed on the floor. By this time it was pretty late and both of us were tired from a long day in the car.
"I'm going to hop in the shower if that's ok" I said to Phil.

In the shower I realised I had a dilemma which I never thought would come up. As Dean and I packed our bags I realised I couldn't just hide Phil's boxers in my bag as Dean could find them. The only thing I could think to do was to wear them. The sensation of my cock rubbing against Phil's cum soaked boxers had me rock hard for most of the journey. I'm a pretty heavy precummer so by the time we eventually got to the hotel and I found myself in the bathroom the boxers themselves were soaked with my precum as well as Phil's massive load. What dawned on me however was that I would either need to go into the bedroom nude, wrapped in a towel or I would have to show Phil that I was wearing his underwear. I started to panic. We'd left our clothes in the car so I didn't have anything else to change into and I couldn't hide his boxers in this pokey little bathroom as there was nowhere I could put them so they'd be out of sight. By the time i'd finished my shower i'd come up with a plan. I was going to wear his boxers but pretend I was naked. Given we wouldn't be sharing a bed I should be able to hide that I had underwear on and he'd be none the wiser. With that I wrapped myself in my towel and headed back out into the bedroom. The problem was I didn't bank on what was going to happen next....

Thanks for sticking with the story so far. Sorry there was no real action in this chapter but I wanted to fill in the story a little more. Final chapter next. Find out what happens when James' fantasies become a reality.