Samantha Steel is...The Spy Who Did Me--The First Coming A Samantha Steel Erotic Thriller Read Online Free

Samantha Steel is...The Spy Who Did Me--The First Coming   A Samantha Steel Erotic Thriller
Book: Samantha Steel is...The Spy Who Did Me--The First Coming A Samantha Steel Erotic Thriller Read Online Free
Author: E.K. Santo
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the day before my actual birthday. I'll never forget it, because it
was the first time I had an orgasm. It changed everything.
     
    ***
     
    So...the day before my eighteenth birthday, I
was in school...the last period of the day...phys ed.
    I excelled in everything they could throw at
me in school, especially anything athletic, as I mentioned...but
today would be different.
    The class was doing an exercise session
today...girls were doing calisthenics and stretching...the boys
were being instructed in a martial art, I think Tae Kwon Do.
    About halfway through the class, I spotted
someone I knew in the boys group from across the gymnasium. It was
Kenny, my former foster brother. I jumped up from a stretching
position off the mat, and waved to get his attention. He spotted me
immediately, his eyes popping out of his head at the sight of me. I
motioned to him to walk to the water fountain...to meet me by it.
He nodded.
    Once by the water fountain, the awkwardness
set in. “What are you doing here?” I asked.”I haven't seen you in a
few years. You look so much different. Older” That was an
understatement. He had grown up...he was very manly looking...I
could smell him. Dark brown hair, a light beard growing on his
face, broad muscular shoulders. He wasn't a kid anymore. He was
eighteen years old now. He was absolutely adorable.
    “Samantha...you're the one who looks older,”
Kenny said with awe. “You look older than me.” he took me in,
almost ogling me. We exchanged some pleasantries...It seemed Kenny
had been bouncing around from foster home to foster home, and
recently landed in one near the school. So here he was, for his
second day.
    “I miss seeing you...and Brian and Cal,
also.” I said to him. “You guys all left...one after the other. Now
it's all girls.”
    Kenny looked disturbed at my statement. “Wait
a sec...I thought they were still at the house with you. Jessie and
Tom told me I was getting too old to stay in the house with you
guys, so I was being sent to a different foster home.” Kenny said.
“Brian and Cal were a few years younger than me. I don't get
it.”
    “No, they left within a week of you leaving.”
I said. I thought about what I had overheard from Jessie and Tom in
the kitchen the other night. The boys couldn't be near me anymore.
I caused them to suffer. I wondered just how true that was. “Jessie
told me that it was just time for some changes...she didn't make a
big deal about it...she didn't explain anything.”
    Kenny's curiosity seemed to be turning in to
suspicion. “Sam, is anything funny going on at the house? Before I
left, I had started feeling really weird...like I was in a fog or
something. I actually started to think Jessie might be poisoning
me, or something.” said Kenny, concern in his eyes. I noticed they
were blue...I never noticed that before.
    Kenny continued, “I even asked Brian and
Cal...they also said they were going through something.” Then he
grinned. “In fact, Brian said he couldn't stop jerking off. He said
it was on his mind twenty four, seven. Cal and I used to make fun
of him...but I have to admit, I was no saint in that department
myself.”
    “What are you saying, Kenny? You used to jerk
off all the time?” We both laughed.
    And then he became serious.
    “You know what, Sam...I did. In fact, I
couldn't help myself. It felt like...like if I didn't do it, I
would explode, or something. I know it sounds gross, but it's true.
I just couldn't stop myself.”
    So it was true what Jessie and Tom had said.
The boys had to leave...they couldn't control themselves, and the
only outlet was to excessively masturbate...or attack me.
    A part of me wanted to soothe Kenny. What it
must have felt like...always horny...the intense sexual urges...not
understanding what or why it was happening. It basically described
me.
    “Kenny...how did you feel when you were
around me?” I asked innocently.
    He looked at me, no longer a kid who used to
throw worms
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