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Click hereJust like old times, I held Lily and comforted her while she worked through her emotions. Lily stayed with me in the hotel the entire time which provided a good separation from Anna. I also saw Anna. Not to fuck her but to offer her comfort and support to her as well. (Sorry, no happy endings.)
Near the end of my stay, Lily and I were lying in bed together after a particular earth-shattering sexual encounter. She was pressed against my body, and I said, "Lily, I love you. I want to have an exclusive relationship with you. You are all I want."
Lily just laid there and started crying. I was afraid that I had blown it and said too much too soon. She then looked at me and said through her tears, "Uncle Bud, I love you with all my heart. Anna was a kind of experiment for me that probably went too far. You have always been the only man for me, now you are the only human for me." She was then laughing and crying at the same time and smothering me with kisses.
They say time heals, and I guess it does. By the end of the three weeks, Lily and Anna had resolved their differences and they could respect each other's decision. Anna exchanged rooms with a mutual friend of theirs. I think she was still hurting, and I also think to reduce any awkwardness if Anna brought another girl back to the room. Anna's and Lily's relationship started to grow, but as friends.
The night before I returned home, I took them both to dinner. While we were chatting over our salads, I turned to Anna and said, "So, Anna, was your experience with me so good that I've spoiled you for all other men?" Laughing, Anna shot right back and said that her experience with me was so bad, she had to turn to women.
During the summers Lily would stay with me, which was essentially her house now. Lily's mom had dumped George, but she still approved of our living arrangement. As Lily and her mother were all the family I had, we all became closer. Even Lily and her mom got along better which I was glad to see. Sometimes Anna would come to visit and that was nice too.
Lily graduated with honors with a degree in finance. I had set aside money for her in case she wanted to go to graduate school. She decided not to go to grad school and announced proudly that she received a very good job offer from the same financial firm I used to work for (when I used to work.) I said, "I'll tell you what. Work at the firm and learn the ropes and make some connections. When you think you're ready, use the graduate school money to start your own business.
One year later, although I was in the same room as Lily, she called me on my cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Mr. Smith. This is Lily calling from Smith and Smith Investments Ltd. I've decided to take you up on your business offer and guess what, you are my first customer." I threw my phone on the couch and swept her into my arms. "I'm so proud of you, Baby." I beamed. So, I was her first client, but she's done well for me and has more than tripled my money. Her business has thrived. She now has 15 employees and is still growing.
One year later, I asked Lily to marry me. We couldn't legally marry due to incest laws. A very liberal pastor "married" us with a Joining and Commitment Ceremony. And a very conservative lawyer drew up the legal papers.
When we married, Lily wanted to have children right away. I was a little worried about gene damage, so we used Anna's brother Erik as a sperm doner. Nine months later, give or take, I was the proud adopted father of a beautiful baby girl who is the apple of my eye. She has the best features of both Lily and Anna.
Anna visits often. She is in a committed lesbian relationship and brings her wife with her. Anna and her wife are our closest friends. But I think Anna mostly visits us to see little Anna, her niece.
Right now, little Anna is 3. She's sitting on my lap and I'm reading her a story. Lily is sitting next to us just looking on. As I read to Anna, I put my arm around Lily and pull her into me. I rub my palm on her baby bump that holds Bud Jr. (Another gift from Erik.) Lily pulls herself close and kisses me. I know by the look in her eyes that as soon as we put Anna down for her nap we will, once again, consummate our ongoing love.
I don't know why. I don't care why. But I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in the whole fucking world.