The Bun also Rises Chapter 3 - Liz and Prince Malcolm - Sex Stories

The Bun also Rises Chapter 3 - Liz and Prince Malcolm

... to forget. She was a really good big sister. When they had got the diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis, Mary had nearly died inside. She couldn't believe that her own sister had gotten such a raw deal. Liz was too nice to get something that would slowly take everything from her. Mary had no idea how it all worked, how fast her sister would loose control of her body. She didn't know there were different kinds. She didn't know anything, but she learned, she learned fast. For the most part now, Liz was doing great. They were controlling relapses with medication. She had good days and bad days, but really doesn't everyone? Their next big hurdle was going to be working on the house so it could accommodate a wheelchair. They had a small one for trips to the bath, etc. But with the small halls and narrow doors of their 1950's ranch, getting a motorized wheelchair was difficult. They still had a while before that would be necessary. Liz could get around but she needed a hand. She stayed in her room most of the time because she became so easily exhausted. But the time would come, hopefully later rather then sooner, where her mobility would be so reduced she would have to depend on a wheelchair. Mary was dreading that day. She wasn't sure how she could pay for the house to be reconfigured. While the thought of moving to a better suited house had crossed her mind, that was going to be the absolute last possible option. Her grandparents had built this house and she had lived her all her ...

... life. She didn't want to give it up, but in the end she knew that she would do what was best for her sister. If that meant moving, so be it. Mary slipped into the bathroom, brushed her teeth and washed her face. She looked at the shower, and decided that she would take one in the morning. As she brushed she mentally made notes for tomorrow. If she left early she would have to get a little bit of extra work done in the morning. That meant no goofing around. She could always leave a list for her one and only employee, Tommy. He was a good worker; she could really depend on him. Mary turned on the little lamp beside her bed, took off her clothes and crawled under the covers. It was sad, but to her this was the best time of day. She relished her alone time. No one needed her or asked her questions. She could just be. As she snuggled down in her cocoon of blankets, she grabbed her book. She loved her trashy novels. The sex was decent and the stories were always ridiculous and predictable. Mary just ate it up. She was in the middle of “The Passion of Prince Malcolm.” It was basically the same story as every other trashy novel. Man sees woman, he must claim her as his own. Headstrong woman will not be possessed by a mere man. Fiery battle of wit and word commence. Man finally wins over woman’s heart, but not without what could be the longest session of fornication known to man. Woman will finally pledge her soul to this man, but we all really know who wears the pants in that family. … ...