Two weeks had passed since Gregor and Rose had redefined their relationship from father and daughter to husband and wife, though the rest of the family was still none the wiser to this transformation as they had been keeping their subsequent sordid nights together secret.
And while Rose happily now saw herself as a married woman, Gregor was less keen on the "married" definition given that nothing was official, and frankly he was more focused on grooming Rose as his slave rather than as a spouse. In either case, the depression that had loomed over him was finally being kept at bay as a result of their nights together.
The results of his training were on full display in front of him on his computer as a compilation of images of Rose wearing far more restraints than clothes. Pictures that she happily posed for as she struggled in her bonds and mewed into her gags to turn on the man she now saw as her husband. And turned on Gregor was.
Simply cycling through the images on screen in his home office sent the blood pumping straight to his crotch, prompting him to reach into his pants and relieve the tension. But before he could even stroke the tip, Gregor's youngest daughter Iris abruptly entered the office without warning, forcing him to quickly retract, and thank his fortune that the desk blocked Iris's view and his laptop screen was not facing her.
Standing in the doorway, she beckoned his attention. "Dad can we talk about something? I'm not sure how much more of this I can take, and I am getting pent up dealing with this." Iris said with great annoyance, not realizing how applicable the sentence applied to Gregor as well for being interrupted. But Gregor was quick to shift gears away from lusting over his eldest daughter to helping his youngest daughter. "I'm all ears Iris. I will offer my assistance where I am able to, so please proceed."
Iris readied her request, "Can you please talk to Lily for me? That sex-hungry bitch's insatiable appetite can't continue any further! I won't allow her to keep freely indulging her libido, treating sex like it's just a daily meal. You have to convince her to stop, or at least curb her addiction to a "reasonable" level that doesn't make her look like a whore." Iris said lividly, as she was sick and tired of dealing with the horny elephant in the room.
Gregor composed himself and recited back the progressive stance he and Gardenia had taken since finding out about Lily's bottomless libido. "Your mother and I already agreed not to impede Lily's sexuality and interests. And in exchange for us letting Lily have that kind of freedom she would be strictly beholden to her birth control regiment without exception. I'll admit Lily has certainly been more...open than we were expecting, but she has been faithfully taking the pills like a disciplined and responsible adult, so I see no problem." Gregor said confidently in his stance.
But the far more disciplined and prudish Iris was quite irritated with the response. "This isn't just about her, it's about familial reputation! Everyone in school already thinks she's a loose and easy slut, and now I have male classmates approaching me with blatantly obviously sexual invitations, thinking since I'm her twin sister, that I'm just as easy a lay for them! I am sick and tired of having to threaten my classmates with sexual harassment claims just to get them off my back. So please tell her to keep it in her panties!" she said fuming and fed up.
Iris's aggressive stance instinctively caused Gregor to shrink. Another side effect of his weak will in times of crisis. "I will talk to her then." he responded back passively, effectively throwing away his earlier confident stance out of pressure. Iris promptly walked out triumphantly, but not before shooting another request to her knocked over father.
"And when you get the chance, fix the leaking faucet in the upstairs bathroom. The last thing I need are two things in this house with an excessive dripping problem." she barked, making a not-so-subtle allusion to her perpetually wet elder twin.
With Iris having departed once more from the room, Gregor stared back at the images of the bound and gagged Rose on his computer in various sultry positions intended to please him. He then sighed to himself, the irony becoming apparent.
"If only you knew how perverted your household really was Iris. Lily is honestly normal compared to where me and your big sister, my "new wife" stand..." he muttered under his breath once more questioning if what he was doing was truly right to do.
(Later that afternoon)
Making good on one half of his promise to Iris, Gregor had geared up in his handyman equipment with the intention to fix the leaking upstairs faucet. He was outfitted with various wrenches, tools, and a roll of duct tape, and while he felt confident in his workman's attire, any half-experienced hardware technician looking upon him would have sighed in disappointment at the sad state he was in. He walked himself over to the upstairs bathroom only to be blocked by a closed door. He heard the shower inside suddenly turn off, followed by someone departing the tub.
Gregor knocked on the door to assess the situation. "Anyone in there?" Gregor asked, already knowing the answer but having no knowledge of exactly which daughter it was since he thought it was only him home now.
"Just me Dad. Had to clean myself off. My "friend" was "messy" with me and while he was a good "performer", I was hardly a fan of his natural musk." It was Lily, his 18-year-old middle daughter, and if her voice did not give away that fact, her less than subtle response did.
"I need to get in there to fix the faucet sweetie. Are you going to be much longer?" Gregor asked respectfully.
"No, I'm nearly done and decent, so you can come in if you like. Door's unlocked." Lily responded back casually. With permission granted, Gregor entered...and was promptly shocked.