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  The Marine's

  Naughty Sister

  by

  Terry Towers

  The Marine's Naughty Sister

  Copyright 2011 by Terry Towers

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  Chapter 1

  "I just lovea man in uniform," a soft female voice purred from behind Nate.

  Nate smirked at his buddy, Brian - a fellow Marine - and slowly turned around to get a look at the face behind the sultry voice. Taking a swig from his beer he gave the leggy blonde one of his patented ‘seduce her’ smiles.

  Long legs, large round breasts, long silky golden hair. Yep, she's a sexy little thing, his eyes affirmed as he surveyed her body from head to toe, This just might be my lucky night.

  "Well then you're in the right place." His eyes scanned the bar which the majority of Marines from his base frequented. There was a sea of men all with shaved heads and wearing standard issue combat uniforms. Most women stayed away from this particular bar. The only ones that wandered into the Wrangler Tavern were those looking to snag themselves a Marine for the night. Taking a look at the blonde he determined she was no exception to the rule.

  "So how about you buy a girl a drink, soldier?" Closing the distance between them, she ran her index finger down the length of his uniformed chest.

  Nate's body began to rev up in anticipation of a night filled with fucking the fine piece of ass standing in front of him. "I certainly could."

  A sexy smile touched her lips. "A beer would be fine."

  "Alright, a beer it is," he responded turning to order from the bartender.

  "Hey Nate," Brian nudged Nate's shoulder before he had a chance to give the bartender his order.

  "Ya," he said turning back to face Brian.

  "Isn't that your sister?" Brian pointed across the crowd to a shapely dark-haired woman who was in the process of stripping on a table.

  Evelyn - at the Wrangler Tavern? He chuckled at the absurdity of the thought. Taking another swig from his bottle of beer, Nate's eyes followed Brian's finger and he found himself choking. He coughed and spluttered a moment before bringing his eyes back to the woman Brian was pointing out.

  "Isn't that Evelyn?" Brian asked again.

  Nate's mouth dropped. He could hardly believe what his eyes were seeing. The woman he was watching was standing on a table and doing her best stripper imitation, swinging her white blouse high above her head, to the delighted cheers of the nearby Marines. Her pert breasts covered with just a flimsy black lace bra, bounced with each rotation. Luckily, she hadn't gotten around to removing her bra or mid-thigh length black, pleated skirt.

  He didn't know Evelyn well; his mother had just married her father a few months ago, but he did know a few things about her. The first of those things was that she was veryuptight and conservative. There was no way in hellthe woman who was swinging her blouse over her head and was now in the process of flinging it into the gathered crowd of a couple dozen or more Marines could be Eve.

  Nate shook his head. "It can't be her, man."

  Brian narrowed his eyes, and stared another minute. "Oh, I bet it is."

  "So what about that drink, honey?" The blonde prompted, running a finger up and down the length of his arm.

  "Ya, one minute," he muttered to the blonde without bothering to look at her. He continued to watch the woman who resembled Evelyn as she pulled one of the men from his unit up on the table with her. She started to use his body as she would a stripper pole, bumping and grinding against him. "Oh, fuck me," he groaned inwardly on realizing that it was, indeed, Evelyn.

  "What are you going to do?"

  What was he going to do? She was an adult. It was none of his business what she did in a bar. But why was she here in the first place? It wasn't exactly the type of place she'd frequent. Where was her fiancé - Mark Thornton - Nate believed the man's name was? Now therewas an uptight asshole if ever he had met one. He doubted tight-assed Mark would be wandering around the tavern.

  Nothing, he decided. He would do nothing. What she did was none of his business. Turning back to the bartender he ordered a beer for the blonde.

  "You realize that Jason is the kind of guy that does what he has to do to get a girl in bed." Brian made a point of mentioning.

  Paying the bartender, Nate accepted the beer and handed it to the blonde, before turning back to look at his stepsister and Jason. Jason had her off the table and back on the floor with his hands groping each and every inch of her. "What do you mean by anything?" he finally asked Brian, though already suspecting the answer.

  "You know, get them drunk or give them a pill now and then to loosen them up a bit, whatever it takes," Brian shrugged, "at least that's what I heard anyhow."

  "God dammit." Slamming his half-drunk beer on the bar he turned to the blonde, "Sorry, I gotta go." Without giving her another look he started to make his way towards Evelyn. Why couldn't he have a good time without something fucking it up? One night to enjoy himself, was that too much to ask?

  Giving the blonde a lopsided smile, Brian shrugged. "Sorry." He followed after Nate through the crowd.

  Evelyn noticed Nate and Brian as they approached. A wide smile spread across her face. "Well, here come the Marines!"

  Stopping a couple of feet away from his sister, he glared at her, "Evelyn, every man in here is a Marine. The question is what the fuckare youdoing here?"

  Seemingly confused at his annoyed attitude she slipped an arm around Jason's waist and smiled. "Getting to know... uh..." She looked up at him frowning, "Who are you again?"

  Looking her up and down and then into her green eyes, examining her pupils, Nate determined that she had either taken or been given something. He turned his attention to Jason, and took a menacing step towards him. "What the fuck did you give her?"

  "Nothing man." Jason backed up a couple of steps keeping a safe distance of a couple of feet between himself and Nate.

  "Hmm, now aren't you a cute one?"
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br />   Nate looked over his shoulder to see Evelyn wrapping her arms around Brian's neck. Brian caught Nate's stormy blue eyes and shrugged.

  Well, better Brian keeping her busy than someone else, he supposed.

  Satisfied that his sister was occupied and out of trouble - for the time being - he focused his attention on Jason. Nate took several more steps toward Jason then reached out and pinned the smaller man, who bore a striking resemblance to a weasel, to the wall by the throat. "Now I'm going to ask you again. Whatdid you give my sister?"

  Jason struggled under Nate's grasp for a minute or two. When he realized that he was not going anywhere until Nate allowed him to, he settled on simply glaring. "She came in here all worked up. Said she just wanted to unwind and forget her problems. She got dumped or something, so I gave her some E. Not a big deal."

  "You fucking drugged my sister you piece-of-shit!" Nate's grip tightened on the other man's throat. Jason struggled a little harder, while gagging and gasping for breath. "I should kick the shit out of you right now, you date-raping motherfucker."

  "Get off him Nate," a gruff male voice, which he recognized as belonging to his Staff Sergeant, ordered from behind him. Moments later he felt a couple of sets of hands pulling him off and away from Jason. As much as he wanted to give that little weasel a good ass-kicking, he knew it would cause more trouble for him than it was worth.

  "This isn't over," he threatened, pointing a finger at Jason and turning around. He brushed past the two Marines who had pulled him off Jason, without giving them so much as a look, and marched over to Brian and Evelyn.

  Evelyn was in the process of unbuttoning Brian's shirt, while kissing her way down his neck as Nate approached. Satisfied she wasn't causing toomany problems, Nate left her and the contented Brian for another couple of minutes to look around for her blouse. After a brief search he realized it had evidently disappeared. He quickly unbuttoned his uniform shirt and pulled it off, leaving him wearing a forest green undershirt which stretched across the massive expanse of his chest.

  "Here Evelyn, put this on." Nate prised her arms from around Brian's neck and started to help her into his shirt, but Evelyn wasn't having any of it.

  Switching her attention to him, her hands tugged at the bottom of the undershirt he was still wearing, pulled it free of his pants and ran her hands up his bare stomach. "Mmm, you know I didn't realize how sexy you were, Nate." She leaned into him and pressed her lips against his throat, kissing and licking her way up his neck to his ear.

  Nate froze for a moment, his body taking over his mind. His cock sprang to life, begging to be unleashed. Closing his eyes, he took a moment to gather the strength to resist her. But fuck, she smelt so damned good, a mixture of roses and lavender. Not to mention the chills that shot through him at the feel of her tongue teasing the side of his neck. He attempted to ignore the feelings she was stirring within him and proceeded to dress her.

  Evelyn pushed her body full against him. Her firm round breasts, only covered in the thin lace bra, pressed tight against his chest. Nate couldn't resist looking down and taking a peek at the creamy ivory flesh spilling from the black lace. He groaned. "Eve please, put the shirt on."

  She pulled back, looked him in the eye, and then told him in a matter-of-fact tone, "I want to get fucked; either you do it or I’ll find someone else."

  "Wha-what?" He shook his head, trying to decide if he had heard correctly. Nate looked over at Brian who was wearing a broad grin.

  "Hey Nate, if you don't want to, I'll offer up my services to her," Brian suggested, his grin widening as he gave Nate a wink.

  " You'renot touching my sister either, asshole," he growled.

  Not even remotely fazed by Nate's aggression, Brian laughed and continued to watch in amusement as Nate finally managed to get Eve into the shirt.

  "Mmm, big boy, I see," Eve whispered seductively in his ear as she reached between them and caressed the ridge of his hardened cock over his camouflage pants.

  Nate froze and his breath caught in his throat. He hated that he loved the feel of her hand rubbing against his shaft, but God help him he did. He found himself wondering if her pussy would be tight and moist if he reached up under her short skirt. He doubted if that anal-retentive boyfriend - ex-boyfriend if Jason was to be believed - of hers was any good in bed. He came across as too selfish and too prudish to Nate. He was betting she hadn't gotten a good fucking in a long time.

  Yes, Nate was certain she'd be nice and tight.

  Chastising himself for letting his mind wander to forbidden thoughts of her, he grabbed her wrist and reluctantly pulled her hand away from his groin. "We're leaving." Taking her hand in his, he started towards the exit.

  "I'm not going anywhere!" Eve yanked her hand out of his grip and started to walk back towards Brian.

  Ahh, fuck!Frustrated and determined to get her out of the Wrangler Tavern before anything happened that either of them would regret later on he chased after her. Seconds later he had caught up to her and grabbed hold of her waist, twirling her around in his arms so she was facing him.

  "Now that's more like it," she purred, licking her lips suggestively.

  "Not exactly." Bending down he scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder, in a fireman's hoist. She wiggled and squirmed against him. He then became painfully aware of how high her skirt had risen and how close her pussy was to his face. All he would need to do was push the hem of her skirt up an inch or two...

  "Put me down!" she demanded.

  "Can't see it happening," he replied turning and heading for the exit of the tavern.

  "You're a brute Nate Mitchell!" She bellowed as she continued her attempt to squirm and wriggle her way down from his shoulder. Nate kept a tight grasp on her; she wasn't going anywhere. She managed to cause enough commotion that most of the people in the bar stopped and watched as Nate carried her to the exit.

  He reached the door and pushed through it and out into the cool autumn night air. "I've been called worse honey. Believe me; you'll thank me in the morning for this."

  She huffed, accepting defeat and he grinned for the first time since he'd caught sight of her on the table.

  "Are you going to be a good little girl and get in the truck if I put you down?" he asked as they approached his black Ford F-150 pick-up truck.

  "Guess you're going to have put me down to find out." She taunted.

  A chuckle escaped his lips. It's not like he had a choice anyhow. He couldn't actually forceher to go with him. "Keep in mind, Eve that you're in the perfect position to get your ass slapped so I'd agree, if I were you." Again his cock twitched thinking about giving that round little ass of hers a couple whacks. Not too hard, not too soft, just enough to...

  The idea seemed to entice her as much as it did him. She wriggled on his shoulder again, but not to get away, more in an attempt to gain his attention.

  Fuck and double fuck.

  When they reached the truck he slid her off his shoulder and slowly down the length of his body. Even after her feet hit the ground, she remained pressed up against him.

  Looking down at her under the light of the nearby street lamp, he couldn't help but think about how damned sexy she looked in his shirt, which was a number of sizes too big for her. He hadn't bothered to take the time to button it up, so her breasts were still covered by only a thin layer of lace, and her nipples had turned into tight nubs from the cool night air.

  Her lips looked so tempting, lush and painted a glossy rose colour, and her hands were roaming every inch of his body. It was torture doing the right thing, but he had to. He opened the passenger door to the truck while trying to keep her hands from areas of his body that they shouldn't be exploring.

  "Get in, Eve."

  Eve stopped trying to grope him and crossed her arms over her chest. Her green eyes narrowed as she watched him a moment. Her eyes wandered to the entrance of the tavern then back to him.

  "Just get in, I'm taking you home," Nate gave her a not-so-gen
tle shove towards the direction of the open door.

  She eyed him another moment then nodded. "Alright, you win."

  Heaving a heavy sigh of relief, Nate waited until she was fully inside the truck before slamming the door shut behind her. He had a sinking feeling that he was in for a rough night.

  Chapter 2

  Evelyn watched Nate as he drove them home. She wanted to touch him, undress him, fuck him. She'd be more than happy to do it right here in the truck, if he'd only pull over long enough. She had met Nate several times, most recently at their parents' wedding.

  She had thought he was good-looking, in a rugged alpha male sort of way, but tonight... Tonight was an entirely different matter. Tonight he was easily the hottest man she'd ever seen. Hell, most of the men she'd seen tonight were the hottest she'd ever seen. She couldn't seem to get over the urge of wanting to feel every part of him.

  It was so odd. Shefelt odd.

  It felt as though her sex drive had shifted into maximum overdrive and all she wanted to do was get off. Over and over again, until she was too exhausted to fuck any longer. Her hand crept across the seat to his thigh, then up to his groin to rub the ridge of his cock. To her delight, it quickly hardened under her touch.

  Nate growled and slapped at her hand. "Please Eve, just stop for a few minutes."

  "Grump," she muttered.

  "I'm driving Evelyn. It's a safety issue."

  Pouting, Eve crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "Evelyn, it's a safety issue," she mimicked. She was going to fuck him - or someone - and that was all there was to it. Her pussy was on fire and she needed some cock. It wasn't something she would have considered any other night, since he washer stepbrother, but tonight that didn't seem to matter to her. It wasn't as if they were blood relatives or anything...