“Wonderful, Father,” she said. “Wonderful. But is it enough?” she asked.
“I know not,” answered Lot. Abandoning the pretense of sleep. “Such gifts are from the Lord.”
“Then we can only work at it until a child is made.”
“Yes, Daughter,” said Lot.
“But what of my sister?” she asked.
“She does not-”
“She understands the importance. She is shy. Afraid. Inexperienced.
“Perhaps-” said Lot.
“Yes, Father?”
“Perhaps, she should join us. The three of us. Can maintain the family line.”
“You… are so wise, Father.”
“I will need your assistance to prepare her. She is so terribly young.”
“And beautiful, Father.”
“And beautiful.”
Rested, turned again to his daughter.
The next night, both came to him. Lot wasn't sure-he would not force this upon her. He'd always loved his Youngest most.
She stood shyly, wearing her full robe.
“Is it not warm in this cave?” asked Lot of the Youngest.
“It is,” she said.
“But you are not warm?”
“I-I suffer chills.”
“Oh, that is too bad,” said the Eldest, standing to one side. Almost an afterthought. “Father can warm you. Can't you, Father?”
Lot nodded.
“If you wish it.”
“I do wish it, Father.” But the Youngest made no move.
Lot stood up from his place. Nude, he glanced at the pair. Already, the Eldest had removed her clothes. Slowly. He and the Youngest both stared, entranced, as one article of clothing after another came down.
“Now you, Sister,” said the Eldest.
“I am-still cold.”
“I will warm you first.”
“You will?” asked Lot and the Youngest together.
“Wait and you will see.”
Lot waited. Wanted to touch both of them. Ravish them. Devour. He waited.
The Eldest moved to her sister, began by slowly rubbing her neck. The Youngest sighed. The strings on her robe were loosened. Still the Eldest nibbled. Then with a start she reached her hand in, opening the robe, and giving Lot his first glance at this new treasure.
The Youngest had flawless skin. Not a mark. No trace of their long journey in the desert. Smooth. Perfect.
“Do you see how beautiful you are?” asked the Eldest. “Look what you have done for father.”
The Youngest blushed as her robe came down. Lot saw the curves of her leg, as if for the first time. The last garments fell away. Still the Youngest made no move. Her sister, from behind, began to massage every inch.
“You excite him!” she hissed, as her hands encircled the lovely breasts. The tips were different, between the two, Lot thought. Eldest looked so much like her mother. But this girl, with smaller points around the edges, was like no one. Save his own. Yes, she took after him.
Their son would be perfect.
The Eldest reached down now, putting a hand, slowly, between her sister's legs.
“He excites you!” she said, triumphantly, pulling a glistening hand away. “You are ready for him. The perfect daughter!”
Lot smiled. Still, the Youngest made no move.
“Shall I take you to him?” asked the Eldest, not waiting for an answer as she marched her shuddering sister the few paces needed.
“Are you ready for her, Father?” asked the Eldest.
Lot nodded. “But-I am not sure-”
“Let me worry about that,” said the Eldest. “If she is unready. It will first be my turn.”
Lot nodded at this. The Youngest looked now at her older sister, shame disappearing from her glance. Now it was envy. Now, competitive.
The girl bent forward, kissing Lot on the tip. He sighed. The Eldest sniffed. Lot motioned to her, and she too bent down. Both of them eyed him, their gazes fixed on the appendage between his legs.
“You-” began Lot.
“What?” asked both.
“You should help your sister,” said Lot. Not indicating who was to help whom. He didn't care, really. His hands went to one breast, another, holding them. Squeezing together.
The girls nodded at each other. Eldest came to Lot's face, kissing him on the lips.
“Like this,” she said. The Youngest nodded, straddled down on Lot. Leaned against him. Lot felt hands below. The Eldest grabbed his balls. Cupped them. Jiggled. The Youngest rained down kisses upon him, hungrily. Lot answered these as best he could. Now he was guided, his cock forced again upon the hymen. It burst, audibly. Lot felt the liquid trickle down.
The Eldest guided her sister in a gentle rocking. Lot assisted as best he could, pulling up his legs to give his daughter support. She sighed at this, and began to grind away. The Eldest set the rhythm, then climbed ahead to shove her breasts into Lot's mouth. He didn't think he could last. He didn't, collapsing with a sigh.
The Youngest stared down. Satisfied. But not sated. Quickly, her sister came over. A hand rubbed, just above where father and daughter had joined. Glancing over, Lot saw his Youngest returning the favor. Both girls moaned. Their pace quickened. Lot felt it inside the lass. With a cry, the pair erupted, both crashing down against their father.
Somehow, they slept.
In the morning, Lot awoke, refreshed. He'd planted seeds in both. Would do so again. Indeed, he constructed scenarios, thinking of who should be stationed where. Vaguely, he wished for the two to begin their cycles. He'd teach those daughters of his there were more ways to please a man.
A figure at the mouth of the cave stopped his reverie. Where were his daughters? And who?
“Hello, Lot,” said the man in robes. “Do you remember me?”
“I shouldn't think so.”
“I am Melchizedek. I saved your life once.”
“And?”
“I'm here to fix what is wrong.”
“There is nothing wrong,” said Lot. “We are a family, doing the bidding of the angels.”
“Abraham will be glad to know of it. I'll send him the word of the Priestess.”
“Abraham is my kin.”
“And my vassal. Or did you not remember how he tithed?”
“You are?”
“Melchizedek. I saved your life once.”
“Do you regret so doing?”
“I serve a higher power, Lot. One that you could have served fully. Had you so chosen.”
“I did serve. Do serve. We have fled the Cities of the Plain.”
“The cities would be destroyed over time. Their defenses offers little protection from foreign powers. You could have prospered there, though.”
“I prospered once.”
“And now you are-”
“Melchizedek, why are you here?”
“I saved your life once. In the East, that means your life belongs to me. I come to claim it. As you know.”
And Lot did know. His time on the earth. At an end.
“Where will I go?” he asked. Sullenly.
“I care not. Your work is done.”
“My line?”
“Your line is saved, kin of Abraham.”
“My daughters?”
“They shall be provided for. I will fetch them husbands.”
“You will.”
“Fear not. Your story shall grow. The Last Righteous Man.”
With a nod, Lot lay down. Melchizedek came closer, swept his hands against Lot's brow. A few words spoken. Pain, searing, coursed through Lot. His vision blurred.
“Come, women,” said Melchizedek. “His time on earth is at an end. Your future lies elsewhere.”
And the trio marched out, leaving Lot in the cave.