Free The Marine's Naughty Sister by Terry Towers

Chapter
1
     
     
    "I just love a 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 very uptight and conservative. There
was no way in hell the 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 there was 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