Samantha Steel is...The Spy Who Did Me--The First Coming A Samantha Steel Erotic Thriller (2 page)

I watched for a few minutes, in total shock.
But I also became excited, noticing warmth down in-between my legs.
I had just started growing pubic hair, and I felt a warm dampness
there as I watched the two adults fuck.

While I watched, my foster brother, Kenny,
was also awakened by the noise. He was twelve, and was always
playing jokes on me. He tried to sneak up from behind me, but I
think he was watching me rub at my crotch as I watched Jessie and
Tom going at it. “Hey Sam, whatcha doing?” he asked. I was
startled, and hoped he hadn't seen me touching myself.

I recall putting my finger to my lips,
silently saying to be quiet, a giggle escaping my lips. I pointed
to the keyhole, which Kenny planted himself in front of, and then
he wouldn't budge. Who could blame him...a twelve year old watching
a live sex show? Other kids could only dream.

He watched, while I listened, as Jessie and
Tom moaned to their final orgasms. I punched Kenny in the shoulder
for hogging the keyhole. He winced, probably more surprised from
how hard I hit him, than the actual punch. He pushed my shoulder,
jokingly, but I hit him again, knocking him over. This time, I saw
a little fear in his eyes as he looked up at me from the floor. Who
knew what went through his mind...a little eleven year old girl
just knocked a twelve year old boy to the ground. With no real
effort.

Yeah, I knew there was something different
about me.

***

Time went by...years. Tom was hanging around
more and more. He was always asking me questions, too. “How are you
doing in school? What kind of grades are you getting? Are you
athletic? How fast can you run?” He didn't ask any of my foster
brothers or sisters any questions.

One Saturday morning, Jessie and Tom had
pushed the other kids out of the house, so they could speak with me
alone. I was past the age of fifteen now, but looked more like
twenty. I was also more keenly self-aware than ever
before...innocence was completely lost on me.

We sat around the kitchen table, just the
three of us, and they started to both ask questions. Toms were the
usual bullshit questions...mostly about school. But Jessie threw in
a question I wasn't ready for.

“Sam, we've noticed that
you've...developed...at a bit of a young age.” Jessie said, eyeing
the cleavage between my breasts. “We were wondering if you've
gotten your period, yet?”

Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't shocked. But
I was thrown off guard. I stared at Jessie, hoping she would get
the telepathic message I was sending her that I wasn't comfortable
talking about something like that with Tom here. She didn't get the
message...so now you know I'm not telepathic.

Then Tom started asking a lot of questions
along a very similar line...

“If you did get you're period, would you tell
us, or at least Jessie? And we would like to know if you have had
intercourse yet.”

“Intercourse?” I said. “I'm only fifteen
years old!” Unfortunately, I did know a few fifteen year olds who'd
done it.

“I know these are uncomfortable questions,
Samantha, but you don't seem to be fifteen years old.” Tom said
seriously. “In fact, considering your physical appearance, I'm
shocked you haven't menstruated yet.”

I was thinking most fifteen year old girls
had gotten their periods already, but no, I hadn't gotten my first
period...yet.

They continued with the questions...strength,
intelligence, stamina...they asked me everything. I wanted to know
what was going on.

Jessie reached across the table, and took my
hands in hers. “Look Sam, it's obvious you’re a bit different from
the other kids...your school grades alone are off the charts. We
spoke with your tenth grade teacher just two days ago. She told us
she had to ask the twelfth grade teacher for work for you to do,
just to keep you busy. And you excel in every athletic event you
compete in...even against the boys. And look at you...you're not
just cute or pretty...your gorgeous! We're just trying to look out
for you, that's all.”

But that wasn't the truth. They were watching
me...measuring me. I knew I was different, but the last question
they asked brought it home hard...

“I have one last question, Sam,” said Tom.
“Have you noticed any strong sexual urges? Maybe unusual
attractions to anybody...or anybody to you?”

The question didn't surprise me, but it did
peak my interest. Do you know why? Because they were the right
questions to ask. Ever since I began to develop physically, my
sexual urges were off the charts. I was always imagining people
naked. Wondering what it would feel like to be touched on my
breasts, or in between my legs. My loins were always aching. Shit I
was only fifteen, and I was dying to know how fucking someone felt.
But I couldn't answer his question truthfully...not until I
understood what was going on.

The thing was...I knew they wouldn't tell me.
At least not yet.

Three

From then on, I realized how closely they
were watching me. Every first day of the month, Jesse would ask me
if I had bled yet. I said I didn't, but she'd be the first to
know.

Tom was hanging around even more than before,
watching me closely. He even started driving me to school, dropping
me off in the morning, and then hanging around for a
while...watching me interact with the other kids at school. I have
to admit, he probably saw a lot. I did seem to draw quite a bit of
attention.

Two years had passed since the interrogation
in the kitchen, and I continued to blossom at an absurd rate. At
the age of seventeen, I easily could have passed as a twenty five
year old centerfold for “Playboy” magazine. Even the teachers, male
and female, always gawked at me.

I stood at five feet ten inches, with D-cup
breasts, long, athletic legs, and an apple shaped ass. My hair was
a very dark brown...close to black. I had thick, pouty lips, high
cheekbones, and a perfect smile. But my standout features were my
eyes...almond shaped, dark green eyes. I would even go as far to
say that my eyes were the color of emeralds. Absolute
attention-getters.

But I wasn't the only thing changing. During
those two years, I also noticed that my foster brothers and sisters
had turned in to all foster sisters. The boys, in which there were
three, all moved on within a few weeks of each other, all being
replaced by young girls.

I accidentally discovered why this happened,
and a few other mysteries as well...

***

It was very late one night, and I awakened to
use the bathroom. I tiptoed out of the bedroom, which I shared with
a foster sister. I caught a glimpse of light coming up the stairway
from below, and curiosity got the best of me.

I slowly tiptoed down the steps, being very
quiet. I stopped about halfway down, and had a full view of the
kitchen, where Jessie and Tom sat at the small table, papers and
folders strewn all about it. Tom had been gone for almost a week.
They were talking, not realizing how loudly, obviously thinking
everyone else was sound asleep. I watched and listened through the
stairways bannister, hidden from them.

“I don't know how much more I can take. This
assignment is really starting to take its toll on me. Tom was
saying.” I did notice how stressed he looked.

“The beginning was no big deal...just observe
the girl...record all the data...ask some questions...ya know, keep
an eye on her. I felt these urges back then, but it was mild.
Now...I'm walking around with a terminal erection. It's fucking
insane! They didn't tell us it would be like this!” He was
livid.

Jessie watched Tom intently, concern on her
face, nodding her head. “I know, I feel it too,” Jessie said. “I
always have.”

“You feel it, too?” Tom asked, surprised.

“Hell, yes!” said Jessie emphatically. “I
know you walk around here with a boner all the time, but whenever
I'm around her, my panties get soaked, my nipples harden in to
little rocks, and I can't think straight. I don't know exactly how,
or what, Dr. Steel did to her, but I do know what it's doing to me.
I'm horny all the time...it's bizarre.”

“It can't be as bad as I've got it...Gibbons
told me that Steel had produced this particular DNA strand for
extreme male attraction. First of its kind...and last. I was told
that you were here to relieve my anxiety. I thought that's why you
give in to my lust so easily.” said Tom.

Tom mentioned my last name twice, but he
wasn't referring to me...a Doctor Steel...who was he, I wondered?
Was he a relative? Maybe even my father?

“Listen Tom,” said Jessie, “I knew my role
when Gibbons gave me this assignment...and I'm not disagreeing with
you. You probably do need more relief than me. I saw what was
happening to Kenny and the other boys...you weren't here for that.
You've had the luxury of coming and going as you please. I had to
watch them suffer.”

“I wouldn't use the term 'suffer', Jessie.
That's a bit over the top. And I don't come and go as I please. I
can't be around her for long lengths of time. It's too stressful.”
said Tom.

“And you don't think it was stressful for the
boys. They're teenagers...ya know, raging hormones and all. Shit,
Kenny became a chronic masturbator. If I hadn't gotten them outta
here when I did, they either would have jumped Samantha, or jerked
off to the point of maiming themselves.”

Tom started to laugh. It sounded like the
laughter of someone on the edge.

“But you have to understand one thing,”
continued Jesse, “You’re relieving my sexual anxiety just as much
as I'm relieving yours. I need to fuck you, just like you need to
fuck me. Otherwise...I think I'd be in the bathroom all day long
playing with myself. That girl has some crazy juice running through
her.”

I noticed that Tom became a bit jumpy when
Jesse mentioned the need to fuck him...that I was having some kind
of effect on them, and the boys who used to be my foster
brothers.

Tom reached over to Jessie, a hand on her
shoulder. She took his hand in hers, caressing it. Tom sighed,
beginning to swoon to the feeling of her touch.

“Tom,” said Jesse, “I know just what you
need.” She moved his hand to her breast, and it became obvious to
me that Tom started breathing heavily. He kneaded Jessie's breast
over her blouse, rubbing the nipple that I assumed was rock hard. I
wish I could get closer to see, but if they heard me, the shit
would hit the fan. So I just sat on the stairs, watching.

Jessie stood up from her chair, moving behind
Tom...massaging his neck and shoulders...her fingers pressing
deeply into his flesh. She leaned down, kissing his neck, nibbling
on his ear.

Then Tom stood up, turned and faced Jesse,
kissing her hard, and long. His hands groped her buttocks, gripping
her ass cheeks with great vigor.

He seemed like he might lose control...like
he might ravage her. “Relax Tom, I said I know just what you need.”
said Jessie seductively. She reached down to his belt, unbuckling
quickly...undoing his pants and zipper with ease...reaching in and
feeling his hardness. Tom looked to the ceiling, and let out a
muffled groan at Jessie's touch.

Jessie pulled Tom's pants and underwear down
to his ankles, while Tom grabbed his erect manhood and rubbed it on
Jessie's head, then her cheeks...then her lips. She tilted him in
to her mouth with her right hand, keeping her left on his abdominal
wall above his penis. It seemed she sensed Tom's state, and he
might thrust at her, the way a swordsman might try to kill an
opponent. It looked like she was trying to hold him back with her
free hand. She was right to do so.

Tom began thrusting his hips forward rapidly.
Jesse didn't have the strength to hold him back, and allowed him a
few very strong thrusts in to her mouth. In my opinion, he was
hitting the back of her throat.

I heard her gag a bit...but she was an old
pro at this, especially with Tom. She pulled his cock out of her
mouth, stroking him. “Just relax Tom...I'll take good care of
you.”

As she held and stroked him, I saw how huge
his cock was. I would find out later in my life that as big as he
was, there was much bigger. I was amazed, watching Jessie
manipulate Tom's cock, and how he shuddered with every few strokes
she gave him.

Jessie took him back in to her mouth, rapidly
bobbing up and down the shaft...occasionally stopping, removing him
from between her lips, and quickly stroking and jerking him. I
watched, the heat between my legs, burning. I rubbed at my
genitalia through my pajama bottoms, feeling my own wetness
build.

Jessie had Tom back in her mouth again, while
stroking the lower section of his shaft. I watched as Tom's chest
began to heave, his breathing becoming pronounced. He began to moan
rhythmically with Jessie's bobbing head and hand. Suddenly she
withdrew his cock from her mouth, and stroked his cock hard and
fast. Tom let out a deep moan, and his cum flew out of the tip of
his cock...Jessie aiming his stream at the table...gobs and gobs
releasing from his penis...Tom moaning in relief. His posture
became relaxed, the sexual tension having left his body.

Jessie stood up, grabbed the dishtowel, and
gave the table a quick wipe. Then she kissed Tom on the mouth, took
his hand, and began leading him out of the kitchen. I thought “Oh,
shit!” to myself. They were going to head to the bedroom...I
assumed it was Tom's turn to relieve Jessie's pent up
frustration.

I moved like a cat, quick and silent, back to
my bedroom. I would have to skip the bathroom. I forgot all about
needing to pee.

I lay in my bed, a million questions swirling
through my mind. Who was Doctor Steel, someone with the same last
name I'd been given? Who were these two “foster” parents of mine,
and what was their assignment? How was I affecting them, making
them so sex crazed? I rubbed at my vagina again, thinking about
them...Jessie milking Tom like a cow. I giggled to myself. I was
shocked, and turned on at the same time. I thought, if I was
somehow causing them to act like that...what was I doing to other
people who were near me? How was that possible? Why were they
looking after me...and for whom?