The Marine's Naughty Sister

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Author: Terry Towers
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wet dark hair from her eyes and gave
her a quick kiss on the top of her head. "It won't be long, just
until your body temperature goes down a bit."
     
    ****
     
    If it wasn't
for the horribly cold water running down their bodies Nate doubted
he would have had the strength to resist her. Even though he hadn't
removed her undergarments, the skimpy black lace bra and panties
were hardly covering anything. Her taunt nipples pressed against
his chest through the fabric and the panties were little more than
a string.
    Eve's body was
beautiful. The conservative clothing she normally wore didn't do
her justice. Generous breasts, slim waist, curvy hips and nice
round ass. Having a go at Eve would be a treat indeed.
    Looking down
into her emerald-green eyes, he noticed the effects of the E
appeared to be wearing off. That would explain why she hadn't
attempted to grope him in the shower. Her body also seemed to be
cooling down nicely in his arms. She'd given him quite a scare when
he felt her body burning up under his. She had just graduated from
college and scored a great job in the district attorney's office. Taking her to the hospital for drug use may have caused her
problems with work that he knew she didn't need nor want.
    "You should be
fine now," he told her stepping out of the shower and turning the
stream of cold water off. She tentatively followed. As she stepped
out he grabbed a large green towel from the overhead cabinet and
wrapped it around her shivering body.
    "Thank you,"
she muttered in a voice barely more than a whisper.
    He placed a
light kiss on her temple. "Wait here."
    Eve nodded and
he disappeared out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Stripping
off his wet boxers he kicked them to the side, turned to his
dresser and rummaged through it. He found a dry pair of flannel
sleeping boxers and one of his USMC t-shirts. He threw on the
boxers and rushed back to the bathroom to give Eve the t-shirt.
    He found her
just as he had left her, in the middle of the bathroom floor
dripping wet and shivering. "Here. Put this on." He passed her the
t-shirt, and then turned his back to her giving her some
privacy.
    "He dumped me
you know."
    "I know." Nate
heard the towel drop to the floor and then the light sound of her
undergarments. "He was a tight-assed prick anyhow, Evelyn."
    Silence
overtook the room for the span of a couple beats. "Why wasn't I
good enough? Why would he want her?"
    Nate sighed, he
had no idea who ‘her’ was, but he didn't like where Evelyn's
thoughts were taking her. "I know this sounds cliché, but he wasn't
good enough for you anyhow, Eve."
    "Okay, you can
turn around now."
    Turning around,
Nate was floored at the sight of her standing in front of him. She
looked breathtaking, adorable, sexy, innocent and seductive all at
the same time. His t-shirt was way too big for her and fell to
mid-thigh. There was something about a sexy woman wearing his
clothing and nothing else that sent his pulse racing and made his
cock as hard as granite. The thin flannel of his boxers did nothing
to hide his growing erection and he didn't care to be modest about
it.
    When she was
under the influence he would never take advantage of her, but now…
now she looked delectable and finally sobering up. Now he would be
more than happy to carry out any request she had of him.
    "Do you mind if
I stay with you tonight?" She stepped up to him, mere inches
separating them.
    "Of course,"
his voice came out husky, shaky. He wanted to pull her into his
arms, kiss her soundly and run his hands up her inner thighs until
they reached her tight little cunt. She just needed to give him a
sign she wanted that as well.
    She then traced
the line of his jaw with her index finger and said the one thing
that shot his erection down faster than a fighter jet. "You have no
idea how much I appreciate this. You're a great brother, Nate." She
leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, brushed past him and
padded, barefoot, into his

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