So, you guys voted for something new, preferably a one-shot. Here you go.
The Daughters' Lot
When Lot came down from the mountain after many years, both his daughters walking behind him and bringing two small boys in turn, it was he who spoke of what had happened in the years they had hidden in the caves.
The people looked at the him and his small sons with pity, the daughters with disgust.
He explained, after the disaster of Sodom, after the sky had filled with fire and the five cities of the plains had been destroyed by the Lord, after his wife had turned to a pillar of salt as she stood by his side, he had not felt safe in the last city Zoar, which, after all, had been spared only because he had pleaded to the Lord that he could not make it to the mountains in that very night. And so in the morning, looking over the dead plains, he had chosen to continue, knowing he had survived once only because of the Lord's grace, and not wishing to trust his life again to the morals of his neighbors. So, newly widowed, he had climbed the mountain with his two daughters to wait out the Lord's wrath, alone.
Of course, he told them, he knew that the plains were not the whole of creation, that they were a special case, that humans still lived across the rest of land. But not knowing how far he might need to travel, and having begun to enter old age, he felt it was wiser to stay.
There they lived for nearly a year, when his daughters, being weak, and foolish, and female, and perhaps, he said charitably, thinking there were no other men and that the race would come to an end there, had then conspired, getting him drunk so he would have no memory of the night. They did this but twice, he said firmly, for on the third night he grew suspicious and would drink only lightly. But one night for each had been enough, and as months passed their sin became plain.
He had no part in it, he said, and his daughters remained silent. He had forgiven them as much as was in his power, he said, and his daughters remained silent. He accepted the two boys they bore as his own for he would not blame them for their mothers' sins, he said, and his daughters remained silent.
The people nodded and accepted this. They spoke to each other on Lot's generosity and forgiveness for not casting the two out, for letting the children grow inside their wombs and taking them as his own. A muttered remark about Lot having lost nothing to age, to get the two with child in a night each.
No one remarked on the names, which were at best in strange taste. The elder daughter's son was Moab, from father, the younger's Ben-ammi, from our nation. Lot said his daughters had chosen the names for the children they can conspired for and bore. Like the rest, he said, he had no part in it.
The daughters remained silent, keeping their eyes down in shame from the accusing stares. The younger held tightly to the hand of her toddler son, the elder keeping one arm around the infant she carried at her breast.