What is Roger up to?

Roger woke up after his sister that sunday, on the couch too.

She was very cheery, something rare for her, there was a smell he couldn't quite make out, the livingroom was a mess and he had a feeling that he didnt know how to describe, well for starters his head was killing him, he promised not to ever drink again, a promise he had made several times before.

He tried to remember what happened last night.

He went to a birthday party... Something about the waitress, flirted with the Christian girl he's been trying to fuck... But there was something else, something missing that he couldn't quite figure out.

"Maybe it's the hangover?" He thought to himself.

His sister was on her knees next to a chair behind the sofa, some eggs and bread set up on the table.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked.

"I have no idea, I made breakfast and sat here without thinking" she said, kneeling there for a moment more before just standing up and eating the food she had prepared.

"Did you make me breakfast too?" Roger asked.

"Theres some egg left in the pan" she responded.

Roger couldn't shake the strange feeling, it wasn't the hangover, he knew the feeling well by now, the guy drank casually and constantly.

He decided to ignore the weird feeling and just do what he usually did on the weekends.

First he washed his face, then got dressed, his pants felt weird, the legs were tight but the groin was oddly loose.

He just went with it anyway, the alternative was to find some other pair of pants in the moist pile of clothes on his bed.

His shirt and hoodie smelled good enough, about as bad as the rest of the pile.

Next he went downstairs, his sister had changed from her fancy lingerie into just a hoodie and some sweatpants.

"I'm taking your car!" He announced.

"What!? No the fuck you are not!" She turned her attention away from the TV and onto her brother.

"Too late!" He took her purse and began digging through it.

"Give me that!" She snatched the purse back and started checking on it, "YOU TOOK FIFTY BUCKS!?"

"NO I DIDNT!" He angrily denied.

"GIVE ME BACK MY MONEY FUCK HEAD!" She demanded.

"I DIDNT TAKE YOUR FUCKING MONEY, BITCH!" He yelled.

"THEN WHO? THE FUCKING TOOTH FAIRY?" She sarcastically asked.

"NO, THE FUCKING... The fucking... The guy" his anger ran out of steam as he tried to think.

"The guy!?" She was pissed.

"The fucking guy, uhhh, he dropped me off yesterday" he managed.

"Oh yeah..." She realized, "he fucked me good too, I guess it's fine then" her good mood came right back and she walked away happily with her purse in hand.

Theres that feeling again.

Of course theres nothing wrong with that dude having as much sex as he likes but Roger couldn't shake the feeling that maybe it shouldn't be with his sister.

Roger shook away the feeling and realized that his sister had taken her purse and thus car keys with her.

"Pfft, fine, i'll be back later." He complained as he left to take the bus.

He wanted to go to his usual store, it was open sundays and he could always get some booze for free from the manager, although at the moment, he couldn't really remember how to convince her.

He took the bus skipped the fare by speaking behind some guy and quickly took a seat.

He caught sight of a beautiful girl, her dark hair growing in the morning light.

He aproached her, ignoring the guy sitting next to her.

"Heya girl, how ya doing?" He tried to flirt, his hips swaying by muscle memory alone.

"Shes taken, buddy" the muscular man next to her jumped in, staring daggers at Roger.

The bus started moving and it pushed Roger's balance, he took the signal and found an empty seat at the back.

That went terribly, but it dosent matter, Roger knows he's great with the bitches.

It want long before he got to the little strip mall he always went to.

A gun shop, a dildo store and boom, a mini mart.

He walked in, immediately spotting the short milf that mans the shop.

He swiftly collected some beer and brought them to the counter.

"Heya, just this." He tried to give a seductive smile but the smell is destroying his attempt.

"That'll be 67.84" the woman gives a dry response.

"Aww, isnt there a discount, for me?" He winked.

"Look, we might have messed around once or twice but I'm married, so thats over, now either buy the beer or go away." Her annoyance was palpable.

"Come on, you already cheated, that door dosent close, how about I show you why you opened it in the first place?" He purrs.

"Doors closed. Pay or leave." Her anger is starting to show.

"Fine bitch, just give me the beer or I'll tell your husband that just three days ago you..." He tried to recall what exactly they did, but all those memories of under the desk blowjobs, creampies on the counter and making her work with his cum in her mouth were all so blurry they had practically faded away, "You were making out with someone else" he managed to remember.

"He dosent live in the country, good luck finding him, asshole, hell even then he wouldn't believe some homeless sack of shit like you!" She finally showed her anger.

"IM NOT HOMELESS, BITCH!" Roger got angry.

"I DONT GIVE A FUCK, GET OUT!" She yelled, flashing him the shotgun she keeps under the desk.

He took the beer and akwardly ran out with them as fast as he could with all the weight of the beer.

"FUCK YOU, BITCH!" He yelled as he ran away.

Angry, he spent the rest of the day getting drunk and failing to flirt with random women on the street.

By night time got tired of people running away from him and tried to get home, passing out on the way and sleeping in the grass of a park.

He had a dream, he had made out with the minimart milf... And a waitress.. no, he didnt just make out with them, he had fucked them... He had fucked countless women, but now they wouldn't be anywhere near him, but what changed?

A _Ring_

Thats right, he used to have a ring! It must have been a lucky ring that let him have fun!

He laughed at his epiphany as he spent the night in the rain.