"Are you sure that you're okay with this, baby?", Paul asked his daughter, wrapping his arm around her as she came close.  "I want you to feel alright about this.  You're a wonderful daughter, and the best lover I've ever had, Celeste."  It had been long enough that they'd shared such a relationship that Paul could speak those words without a trace of irony.  "But you know... when we started making love, you and I, it took what we'd always had and it added whole new dimensions to it.  It became a totally different, more direct way that we could show how much we love each other, you know?  I suppose... I guess what I'm hoping is that Carlie will see that I love her just as much if I can show her in that way.  But not just that... I'm hoping that maybe you and Carlie can become closer, that you can learn to love each other more deeply and openly, by sharing yourselves like you and I do."  Pausing, Paul looked to Celeste, to watch her reactions carefully.  He had, after all, just proposed that she begin a lesbian relationship with her sister, while he was also with them both.  "What do you think, Celeste?  Do you think that you might want to explore that, to see if it can help make things closer between all of us?"