Vera slapped him. She swung her hand through the air and felt her tits wobble violently on her chest with the force of the blow.

Roger sucked in his breath and held his hand to his face. A tear leaked from his eye. His shoulders slumped, as if with some kind of defeat. Vera spun and started for her bedroom, away from this young man liquor had made into somebody not her son. Roger jumped in front of her, knocking over a snail table. His eyes were a little too bright, a shade unreal.

"Hey, you can't go to bed yet, damn it!" he cried. "I've got company out there-somebody I invited over to meet my big sister. Hey, don't screw it up, Mom-I told them you were my sister."

"Roger, get out of my way. Roger?" She stepped back towards the middle of the room, away from him, away from the safety of her bedroom door with the lock on it There was something more than liquor in him.

"I'm frying to prove a point, damn it! You're wasting your life with that old bastard, but you can't see it! Hey, gang!" he shouted towards the open doorway. "Come on and meet Sis!"

He waved his arm towards the doorway and blocked her escape at the same time. A couple in their mid twenties came laughing and stumbling through the front door, both as drunk as he.

CHAPTER TWO

The girl was dainty and brunette. She had small tits and a wiggly ass anybody could fuck. She rushed towards Roger with a small squeal and leaped into his arms, cupping his prick with her hips and shaking her butt wildly. She glanced at Vera after kissing him thoroughly.

"Hi Sis! Jeez, I thought you wasn't ever gonna agree to Luck! We been sittin' out there a long time!" She turned to Roger again, pushing her small, sharp tits into his chest. "Now, honey? God, I can't wait to wrap my wet pussy around that big stiff cock of yours!"