Fall In Love With My Bestfriend's Brother

AMANDA The house of my best friend's brother was truly a dream. One of those typical huge houses, with gigantic windows, lots of space, and everything immaculately clean in light colors. With a perfect decoration, exquisitely selected furniture where you can see that everything is of quality, quite expensive but without being so flashy or giving off an exaggerated impression that he's a millionaire with money to spare. It's a typical American beachfront house, because yes, the house is located just meters away from the beach, making everything even more beautiful and dreamlike. I could spend hours admiring its architecture because it was perfectly well-designed and with love put into every corner of this place. And we haven't even gone inside yet, we are just passing through the entrance gate but memories from past years come to my mind. My best friend's older brother is an architect, one of the most renowned in the city or in the country. Kate's family, or Katherine, my best friend, is one of the wealthiest in the city. They own every business and have luxurious properties, not only in California, but throughout the country as well. Samuel, Kate's brother, took over as CEO many years ago, and since then, he has made the business grow immensely. Making the Stoll family even richer than they already were. Damn, I wish I had even a fraction of what they have, and what wouldn't I do with so much money. The last time I was here was for Kate's 16th birthday, as she wanted to celebrate it in a warm place like Los Angeles. The Stolls are originally from New York, but Samuel, when he took over the family company, worked in New York for a few years and then settled in California, where he currently lives. For many years, I came here with Kate's family to spend summers in this place, where I have wonderful memories and where the place and the house feel like a second home to me. And what are we doing here right now? Well, Kate asked me to spend the holidays with her, and since I wasn't going through a good time and needed a change of scenery, I accepted her invitation without hesitation. Therefore, we are now officially entering the huge mansion, standing in front of the facade as the taxi stops, leaving me even more amazed. It truly is beautiful, and honestly, I could see myself living here forever. "Oh my God! Look at this place, my brother really did some good renovations on the exterior," she exclaims excitedly, admiring her surroundings, and I follow suit. "Yes, absolutely incredible," I say, appreciating the place. I'm grateful that Kate never intended to see the place where I grew up and lived before going to university. I would like to think that she wouldn't judge it, but that's not the case because according to her rule of saying everything she thinks, I know she would do so without any problem and would even tell me why she doesn't like the dog's bed. She grew up surrounded by great luxuries, born with a silver spoon in her mouth, so she has no idea what it's like to live with the bare minimum, to fight for a place to live and decent clothes to wear. I don't judge her because she's not to blame for being born with a privileged life while I'm not. I am proud of where I come from, of the family I have, and the things we have achieved. We don't have grand mansions, luxuries everywhere, lots of zeros in the bank account, or servants doing even the smallest things for us. No, we don't have any of that, but we are happy and have a good life despite not having anything the Stolls have. Kate's family hasn't treated me differently either. They have always been very kind to me, treating me like one of the family, and perhaps that's why I have always felt comfortable around them and accept their invitations to the trips they take throughout the year and especially during the summer. I don't know when Kate and I became friends. We have our differences in many things, but I enjoy being with her. We have shared good moments together, and we have known each other since we were little, which has strengthened our friendship over the years, especially now that we are in college where everything is completely different from what it was in high school. We had to be mature and learn about real life all of a sudden, or more so for me than for her. "I'm so hungry. I hope my brother has something prepared since he didn't come to the airport for us at the very least," Kate says with a grimace on her face. "Yes, I'm hungry too. The trip was tiring," I say, and she smiles as she takes her suitcase. "Are you ready to start our summer? With these unforgettable vacations?" she says, very excited, taking her luggage out of the car. I just nod in response.Although I'm not one to go out much, I make an effort to accompany her on her adventures so that nothing bad happens to her. "Sure, why not," I say, grabbing my own luggage. Excitedly, we move to the main entrance of this enormous house. How can only one person live here? Won't he feel lonely all the time in a place like this? No matter how beautiful the mansion, he must feel quite lonely most of the time. We enter and I see the changes the place has had. The last time I was here was so many years ago that I had even forgotten what it was like. But I can see that the mansion has a different aura, a somewhat different but very refreshing decoration. It's clear that the changes made have greatly favored the place. If I loved it before, now I love it even more. The loud thud of Kate's things falling to the floor brings me back to the present and I pay attention to my friend. "Samuel! Big brother!" she begins yelling around. "I'm here!" I watch as she tries to get the attention of whoever is in this house, while I calmly set my things on the floor and settle into the huge armchair where I could comfortably sleep without needing a room of my own. "Maybe he's not here," I say when I see her shouting like crazy. "Huh? Of course he's here, I saw his car at the entrance," she says annoyed, crossing her arms. She often acts like a little girl. I simply settle into the armchair while I watch her grumble because her request wasn't fulfilled, whether it's because Samuel doesn't see her often enough. Even I have a limit to her tantrums that I can tolerate. "Maybe he went in another car or hasn't arrived yet, who knows. But there's no need to make a big deal out of this," I say, shrugging. "Drama? I'm not making any drama!" she exclaims. Oh, yes, she is, but it's better not to say anything and stay silent this time. I don't want my vacation to start off on the wrong foot. "He's supposed to at least be here to welcome me if he didn't come for me," she continues to complain, and I just watch her. I see her go to the kitchen shouting her brother's name, while I stay alone in the living room. I get lost admiring more works of art around the place, the exquisite decoration, and all the beautiful finishes. My mind begins to wander into hypothetical scenarios, which are all more than unattainable until I set my eyes on the enormous window overlooking the back of the property, where there's an immense swimming pool. And my breath gets caught in my throat, my heart goes crazy, and my mouth waters at the erotic image in front of me. I know that man, better than I know myself, and I'm not afraid to admit it. Samuel Stoll, my best friend's older brother. Since I was 14, I've been fantasizing about him, and these fantasies have been evolving up until today. Fantasies where I imagine what it would be like to feel him on my body, his lips on my neck, his hands in forbidden places, and above all, his member inside me. Fantasies that no one knows about and that I guard jealously in my mind. Obviously, his sister doesn't know about those fantasies because she's extremely protective of him. If there's one thing that bothers Kate, it's that we find her brother attractive. All her friends are forbidden from being interested in him. And although I would love to admit that I might have a chance with him, that's impossible. Samuel is twice my age. Not that it bothers me, on the contrary, I consider it damn erotic to have a relationship with an older man like him. But out of respect for my friend and because Kate's brother doesn't even give me the time of day, my fantasies will remain just that... fantasies. Samuel Stoll would never dare to have something, even a fling, with a girl as young as me. Even if I were to throw myself into his arms, he wouldn't do it. He sees all of his sister's friends as sisters, as little girls in his eyes, even though my thoughts are the dirtiest in the world. But no one said I couldn't look... From the corner of my eye, I see Kate coming back from the kitchen, and I try to find my voice before speaking, making sure nothing strange is noticeable about me. "He... he's in the pool, coming out of the pool," I say with some difficulty, swallowing hard, and I redirect my gaze toward that work of art, using all his muscles as he emerges from the water. No matter how many times I want to look away, I can't. It's impossible for me to look in any direction other than the one where that Greek god is coming out. This as the doctor prescribed it to me... I bite my lower lip when it stands completely upright, allowing me to see all its attributes in more detail. Holy Christ! It should be a sin to be as perfect as Samuel is. And if we add to that, the incredibly sexy way he has of being, with a simple movement, I am already lost. I see and follow the path of the drops that fall down his body, drops that I would love to dry with my tongue, tracing every inch of his skin. Damn, how is it possible for him to get better with age? I don't mean to say old, but the more adult Samuel becomes, the better he looks. Damn it! Now I will be even less able to get the fantasies I have with him out of my mind. Kate squeals beside me and starts saying a bunch of things to which I don't pay the slightest attention because I'm focused on other things. Samuel takes out a towel from somewhere and begins to dry his body, running the fabric over the places where I would like to have my hands. I close my legs, swallow the gasp that wants to escape from seeing him, and try not to keep looking in his direction, but I can't. I watch as he enters through the enormous windows and before doing so completely, Kate stands in front of him. "Really, Samuel? In the pool?" his sister says, completely indignant. I only see him and imagine how it must feel to have his hands holding my body, or me holding his... "Kate? Weren't you supposed to arrive in an hour?" Samuel says, confused, stopping the movements of his hands as he dries his hair, and I burst out laughing unable to help it, drawing the attention of both of them as they turn their faces towards me. I remain silent and fix my eyes on Samuel, who, upon seeing me, can't help but show surprise. I hope he likes what he sees because I am no longer the sixteen-year-old girl he saw last time. "Amanda?" he asks with his eyes wide open, and then begins to study me with his dark eyes. God, this man is the best specimen I have ever seen in my life. I can't believe he's over forty; the genetics this man has is incredible. I let my eyes wander over his body, up and down without being able to hide it, I want to kiss those abs and ride him like a wild mare until he's dry. "H-Hi," I say barely when I regain my composure and focus on his eyes, which look at me in amazement. Stop looking at him, he must have seen you looking at him in detail... Control yourself, Amanda! But no matter how hard I try to maintain my composure, I can't, the drops that keep falling from his body, his intense gaze on me, those damn shorts that leave nothing to the imagination, where you can see the size of that tremendous beast, are driving me crazy, especially considering that I haven't had s*x in a month, yes... I'm horny. "You have grown... Amanda," he says with a voice hoarser than a moment ago, as he looks me up and down, making me realize what he's doing at that second. "Y-yes... That's right," I say with a dry throat. I cough and fix my gaze elsewhere, I need to concentrate on something other than my best friend's older brother, the one who is supposed to be off-limits to me. But... they say that forbidden things taste better, right?