Forbidden Garden Ch. 02: Sapling

A week had passed since Gardenia's funeral. Though the wound of loss was still fresh for the family, Rose, Lily, and Iris were quick to try and fill the vacancy that their late mother left behind as far as her old responsibilities in the house went.

Granted the division of labor was hardly equal given Lily seemed too busy "coping" in the form of her screwing anything with male parts that fell into her honey traps. Iris tried to overcompensate to make up for her twin's shortcomings, but Rose instead insisted on taking most if not all of the day-to-day chores and maintenance of the house, encouraging her younger sisters to just relax and live freely in their youth.

Gregor on the other hand had effectively stalled in place since his wife's passing. He still plugged away at his job at the advertising firm, but his mind and body were effectively running on autopilot as he felt his soul wither and die on the vine, starved of the sun and rain that Gardenia once gave him.

Nearly every night he tried to drink himself to numbness or death, whichever came first. But even that was a fruitless struggle since he had always had a naturally strong tolerance to alcohol, and now he could not even get a buzz anymore. His own coping mechanism had run dry...

As he was about to descend downstairs for his nightly self-mutilation, his eyes caught sight of a framed picture adjacent to his bedroom door. A family vacation photo of him, Gardenia, and his flowerful daughters on the dock of their remote island lake house.

He was sullen in the picture for having caught no fish that day, but Gardenia had tried to cheer him up by having her and his daughters stand underneath the tall and empty trophy fish rack for the photo, followed by her claiming that they were all his trophy catches that he could take pride in. But her efforts did not lift his spirits then, and looking back at the memory, certainly not now. Especially knowing he forever lost one of those "trophies" in his life.

He had just brushed off an old wine bottle that took him late into the night to finish and left him with only a headache for his trouble. He was alone at the dark kitchen table starring into the void like a condemned man waiting for the world to end. He took another sip from his glass despite knowing full well it was as empty as he himself was.

But in a change from his nightly routine of self-pity and self-destruction, Gregor heard footsteps approaching him in the dark. With the flick of a light switch followed by a headache from the glare of the light, Gregor saw his 20-year-old daughter Rose enter the kitchen.

She was wearing her deep red negligee as her nightwear, but thanks to the nearly transparent silky material it was made from, her red bra and panties were effectively visible to anyone who looked hard enough. Even though it was to only be worn in the privacy of their own house, Gregor still found the attire left far too little to the imagination. It took a moment for him to process the image of his half naked daughter, but was quick to shift from his posture of self-pity to being judgmental.

"Shouldn't you be in bed Rose? It's not healthy for you to be up this late." Gregor stated in Dad mode. However his parental authority was severely undercut by him clutching his skull from the alcohol-induced headache.

Rose was quick to retort back with a far less judgy tone. "No more so than getting drunk at three in the morning. You really need to take better care of yourself not just for your sake, but ours. I happily took on all of Mom's roles and responsibilities thinking you would be able to keep on going as you were before. But there's not much a point to me doing so if you won't let yourself be happy again." Rose spoke, trying to nudge her father in the right direction.

But Gregor was not in a receptive mood to his eldest daughter for questioning his lifestyle when she herself seemed weirdly too comfortable walking around in such a state of undress. Gregor was slow to retaliate, but promptly barked back. "You don't understand what it's like to truly lose someone special. She filled me in ways you never will be able to." Gregor said visually upset as he remembered all the carnal BDSM moments he shared with his wife and slave. "Gardenia was more than just a mother to you, or a wife to me. She was truly perfect, and you cannot replace all that she did for me."

Gregor then promptly planted his head on the table having exhausted his mental energy retorting at his daughter for not understanding the true depth of his loss. But Rose seemed undeterred by this as she approached him in his chair from behind and began kneading her hands into his shoulders. In truth, the massage felt great, or at the very least it felt nice having female touch again regardless of who it came from.

And the fact that Rose was Gardenia's spitting image at her age was certainly a bonus. But he knew he was as close as he would come to the kind of intimate affection that he really needed, and he would rather not have a taste if he knew he was not allowed the full plate.

"That's enough Rose. I appreciate your attempts to console me, but like I said, you can't fill the ro..." Gregor started as he tried to stand up from the chair only to be suddenly cut off by Rose when she swiftly did a physical 180 as she swung her body around the chair and plopped herself right on his lap, face to face, pinning him to the chair, her hands once again on his shoulders.

Her eyes were equal parts serious and affectionate, but not in the way a daughter should look at her father. "What are you..." Gregor tried to speak again only for Rose to grab one of his hands and place it over her barely clothed bosom. Her intentions were crystal clear.

"What if I told you I could fill even that particular role Mom filled for you? I know you are starved for the erotic love Mom once gave you, and I am more than willing to offer my body and soul to you if it means it will bring you back to life." Rose said with great concern and with a tinge of sensual interest as she hugged him with her breasts pressed against Gregor's chest and she pressed her crotch against his.

Gregor was baffled and in a mental haze from the outrageous proposition his daughter had made, but he was clear-minded enough to realize the cost of such a suggestion. "Rose I don't want you to feel you have to sacrifice yourself just to save me." Gregor responded. "You have a whole future ahead of you, and you should feel free to pick your own mate rather than force yourself to settle..." but before Gregor could continue, Rose shot him another look that was far more serious and a little irritated.

"I'm not sacrificing anything! I am choosing you as my husband of my own free will, and I have always chosen you in my heart! What's wrong with a daughter seeing her father as her soulmate!?" Rose said on the verge of tears having just borne her soul to him. Gregor tried to compose himself upon hearing such a taboo confession of love, but he was a deer in headlights.

"Mom knew I loved you as a man, but while she understood my feelings, she did not accept them, and was adamant that I needed to keep them to myself for the sake of her marriage and the health of our family. It wasn't even until her final weeks of life that she finally accepted my love for you. That life was too short to live with regrets. And with Mom now gone I thought...maybe I could be your new wife?"

Gregor was thrown for a loop by the revelation. And it made Gardenia's claim that he would "find someone sooner than he thought" carry a different weight. 'Did Gardenia plan this? Did she really give Rose permission to pursue me once she passed?' Gregor thought to himself, wondering if this was all just hearsay from Rose. But one thing he was certain of was that Rose was truly over the moon in love with him, and he felt torn between his paternal duty and his own starving heart.

"I know you secretly want me too." Rose said playfully. "You would not be hard right now if this wasn't what you wanted." she said alluding to the boner he had developed that she felt pressed right up against her red panties and aroused pussy. But Gregor was quick to sit himself up upon being called out on his own arousal.

He grabbed Rose's body in hand in the process, and did his own 180 spin until he was on his feet, and Rose was pushed down into the chair in the same position he was just in. He knew he had to dissuade her, yet the blood was not rushing out of his penis or his perverted mind.

"Your mother was my perverted little bondage slave. A toy I broke with my will and dominant power. Are you really prepared to surrender yourself fully to me your freedom and very soul?" Gregor said half with intention to scare her off, and half serious. Rose was not fazed, but instead determined.

"Yes. If it means you will see me as your new wife and soulmate, I am determined to sacrifice all that I have if it means I will receive your love. Make me your slave, your toy, your pet. So long as you see me as your lover, I will even strive to become someone who can surpass Mom in your heart." Rose responded with finality and confidence as she looked up at her father, and hopefully future spouse.

Gregor was trembling with equal parts uneasiness and excitement at his daughter's bold declaration, but he knew he had to test Rose's resolve, and perhaps more importantly, his own. He walked across the kitchen to an often-forgotten junk drawer and revealed the contents to be dozens of rolls of white vet wrap.

Officially it was claimed that the many clingy medical rolls were for wound care and a more flexible alternative to duct tape for various house projects, but in reality it was for improvised bondage sessions between Gregor and Gardenia no thanks to its versatile use in BDSM play and innocuous appearance otherwise. With several rolls in hand, he reapproached Rose in the chair.

"Alright then..." Gregor said hesitantly. "If you're so serious then put your arms together behind the chair, hands and fingers together pointing to the floor." Rose did so obediently with a smile as Gregor began wrapping his eldest daughter's arms together, gradually working his way downward towards her hands, replacing the roll when needed. He took careful care to bind Rose's hands together into useless balls with the clingy wrap until he had completed the monoglove armbinder, rendering Rose's upper limbs immobile and useless to her.

The entire process sparked something deep within Gregor. Not just an erotic energy that was finally being reignited as he heard the sound of the vet wrap coming off the roll, or the fettering of his sexy nubile daughter itself, but that of a fond memory. This whole situation reminded him of the first time he dominated Gardenia as a senior in high school.

Gregor had been caught masturbating in the nurse's office to an S&M magazine by a hapless Gardenia. On impulse, the usually timid Gregor pounced on his fellow 18-year-old classmate and used the bandage rolls on hand in the office to bind and gag her.

Realizing what he was now doing, he saw no reason to back out and forced himself onto and into the then naïve Gardenia. But in finally acting out one of his own fantasies, Gardenia had unintentionally awakened her own dormant traits as a bondage loving masochist as well.

What started out as a forced encounter turned into a consensual arrangement that gradually evolved into her becoming his slave, his girlfriend, his wife, and the mother of the child they sired on that very first day of forced passion. That same child was now in the same position as her mother two decades later.

Gregor's memories of past and present began to overlap in his mind. Rose truly was Gardenia's spitting image at that age, and it was becoming difficult to not see his late wife and bound daughter as one in the same in this moment. His blood was pumping, and his pecker was hard as a rock when Rose chimed in with some sexy banter.

"Am I living up to your expectations my beloved master?" she questioned with a playful tone. However, Gregor was not amused by Rose's attempts. Not her words, but her voice. It was not the same as Gardenia's, and that wrecked his immersion.

"Shut it skank." Gregor said suddenly with his old sadist persona now finally taking control as he unceremoniously shoved one of the unused bandage rolls into Rose's mouth. "Mmphh hmmff?" Rose mewed not expecting the sudden shift in tone.

Gregor however was riding high from the erotic juices now pumping within him. Rose may not have sounded like Gardenia, but her gagged moans were the perfect recasting choice for his late wife. But he wasn't done. He wanted to hear more muted muffles from the young woman in front of him.

Gregor began taking another roll of the vet wrap and began wrapping it several times over his daughter's mouth to secure the stuffing and muzzle her further. "Mmmff! Mmpphh! Hmmmff!" Rose mouthed each time the roll came around her head, feeling a great sense of euphoria just from seeing her father and love interest finally seeing her as a woman the same as her late mother.

Gregor's appetite grew with each gagged moan, and so he continued wrapping her head. Mouth, nose, chin, ears, hair, and by the time he was content, only Rose's eyes remained visible. She was the perfect blank slate for Gregor to cast Gardenia's image upon.

Still in his erotic trance, Gregor took Rose's chin in hand and spoke. "Now it's time for you to pay your usual dues my cute little slave. Time to spread them and put your lower lips to work." Rose's eyes widened and seemed to sparkle at the demand being forced upon her. "Mmmpphhh!" she mouthed excitedly as she obediently opened her legs to her father.

Gregor was quick to dowse her enthusiasm however. "I can't remove those damn rags over your cunt if you open your legs now you dumb nympho!" Gregor taunted. Unfazed by the insult, this prompted Rose to reclose her legs as Gregor moved in underneath her transparent red negligee to pull down her panties, Rose lifting her butt off the chair to ease the removal.

With the scarlet undergarments out of the way and Rose's wet and longing pussy ready to receive, Gregor promptly dropped his pants and underwear to the floor, exposing his thoroughly erect member ready to deliver.

Their earlier positions were now reversed with Gregor the one mounting Rose with carnal intent and the refusal to accept no as a valid answer. The difference being that now both parties were consenting to the encounter, with love and devotion oozing from the nearly mummified Rose, and blind nostalgic delusion fueling the horny Gregor.

"Now then, let's start plowing this garden shall we?" Gregor sadistically as he thrust his pecker into Rose with wild abandon. "MMPPHH!!" Rose squealed as a sharp pain pierced her insides and blood dripped onto the chair.

Rose was a still virgin, and her father was now her first time, much to Rose's eternal delight as tears filled her eyes with equal parts pain and sheer euphoric happiness. Gregor however did not notice this, nor did he even register that it was Rose he was penetrating. In his mind, Gardenia had returned to him on this fateful night.

"Why don't we re-enact our first time together my dear slave?" Gregor said, not phrasing the sentence as a question, but as a demand. And with that he began thrusting in and out of his eldest daughter's pussy without any regard to the reality of the situation.

"Mmmff... mmmphh... mmmmnn!" Rose moaned gently as the object of her affection became one with her in her mind. After years of longing, dreaming, and fantasizing of this very day that she never thought would come, she felt like she was finally becoming complete.

Gregor began groping Rose's ample bosom through the transparent nightie, but quickly worked his way under it, pulling her red bra down and going straight for the nerves at the peak. "MMMFFF!" Rose squeaked at the sudden pinch and felt the euphoria once again drown her as the thrusting continued in tangent with the groping.

"You seem bigger today Gardenia. Typical a little pervert like you would keep growing your chest out just for me!" Gregor exclaimed, effectively outing the fact he thought Rose was Gardenia, but Rose did not hear this. Her mind was far too distracted with the erotic stimulation and fantasies of becoming Gregor's new housewife.

The forbidden dance continued for over half an hour until Gregor broke Rose's trance. "I'm finishing! Be sure to suck up all my wet, sticky love like the cum sponge you are!" he shouted declaring his intentions as he sped up the action, thrust harder, and sent both of their nerves to the apex. "HHHMMMPPPHH!!" Rose moaned as she climaxed, and soon after felt her insides fill to the brim with her father's seed.

The orgasm having come and passed, Gregor pulled out of his eldest daughter. The two of them greatly satisfied by the sexual performances of each other. But while Rose was still in a pink cloud of euphoria from having finally scored her forbidden fruit, Gregor on the other hand was finally coming down from his erotic delusions, and the reality of what he had just done hit him all at once.

"Oh...god..." Gregor said sweating nervously in horror as he rushed over to Rose and quickly undid her vet wrap armbinder and mummy gag, apologizing the entire time. "I'm...so sorry I...didn't intend to...I just...got caught up...forgot you weren't..." he anxiously mouthed off, unable to properly find the words to properly show remorse for mistaking her for Gardenia and committing incest. With the last of the wrapping gone from Rose's mouth, and her promptly spitting out the bundled roll, Gregor dreaded the likely condemnation from his offspring.

But Rose was anything but enraged at what had just transpired. If anything, she was happy as a clam. "Please don't apologize dear." Rose said in a strikingly weird spousal tone. "All we did was cement our vows tonight. I know we can't get properly married, but I consider our night together here equal parts date, wedding, and honeymoon in my mind. And now we have our whole future ahead of us together with each other. I promise to forever more be your partner, wife, and slave for the rest our days together. Isn't that great?" Rose concluded beaming with joy.

Gregor was at a loss for words. As much as he wanted to pop her bubble of being his "new wife" and get them both to face the reality of what just happened, he could not deny the joy he himself also felt for finally feeling a woman's warmth again, as well as the thrills that came from binding, gagging, and dominating a beautiful young woman in his late wife's image. The cloud of despair that hung over him had been blown away by the tornado of lust and libido. All he could say in response was "Yeah...that really was great." echoing back what Rose said.

Still beaming, Rose got up from the chair and collected the used white vet wrap to Gregor's confusion. "Umm Rose? I can throw all that out, you don't have to..." but Rose cut him off. "But this is practically my wedding dress. I can't just throw away my gown and veil can I?" she said with a radiant glow referring to her restraints and muzzle with such flowery symbolism before continuing. "Oh! And can I wear Mom's old wedding ring while I'm at it? To symbolize my promotion from daughter to wife?"

Unable to go against his daughter's blinding and somewhat delusional optimism, Gregor caved to Rose's request and her feelings for him properly. "Alright, if you insist. Just...don't tell Lily or Iris about our new... "relationship" okay? Surely you can understand how that is going to be received if that info becomes public right?" Gregor said trying to lay the new ground rules for their taboo arrangement.

"Understood! Though who knows? Maybe I'll find a way to get the twins to call me "Mom" one of these days? It's not beyond the realm of possibility!" she giggled to herself before continuing. "In exchange I hope you give your new wife plenty of "love" each and every night. Feel free to bring the rope and tape if it makes things more exciting." Rose said permitting Gregor's S&M kink.