Chapitre 1606: MEMORY LOSS

I heard a voice and my eyes opened. I found myself laying on a bed, looking at a white tile ceiling. I shifted my head slightly to the right. A woman stood there, in hospital scrubs, eyes wide in surprise.

"Well hi there," she said.

I took in a good breath, and responded, "Hi." I could hear a little raspiness in my throat, so I coughed once to clear it. "Who are you?"

She put a hand on mine. "I'm Laura. You're at Mercy Hospital. Do you remember what happened to you?"

I thought for a second. I'm in a hospital, in a bed. The nurse was checking on me. Beyond that, it was hard to think. "Why am I in the hospital?"

"From what I'm told, you slipped in your bathroom and hit your head. You've been out for a few hours, but you should be okay." She turned towards the door. "I'll grab the doctor to come check on you."

I watched her leave. I tried to remember falling in the bathroom and couldn't. I tried to remember the last thing I could remember and couldn't do that either. So I decided to start with basic things I did know, and work my way up.

My name is Jim Drake. I live in California, north of Los Angeles. I'm twenty-three years old and I'm a software engineer. I graduated with honors from USC. My dad passed a few years ago from cancer, but my mom lives in San Francisco. I'm an only child.

I shared an apartment with my friend Pete Williams, who works with me. We were designing internet software to help websites make more money by tracking usage data: what do people see, click on, and so forth.

Laura the nurse returned with an older-ish man in a white lab coat, who I assumed was the doctor. "Good afternoon, Mr. Drake," he said, smiling at me. "I'm Dr. Jenkins. I'm glad to see you awake. We hoped you'd be conscious sooner, of course, but it looks like you'll recover."

"What happened to me?"

He shined a light in my eyes as he told me. "Your family told me they heard a loud thump coming from your room. They found you knocked out in the bathroom, and guessed you slipped on a wet towel in the bathroom. They called for an ambulance to bring you here, when you wouldn't wake on your own."

Something wasn't quite right about what he said. "Family, they?"

He nodded. "Your daughters. They're right down the hall. I'll tell them they can come see you in a momemt."

"What?" I sat up further in the bed. "That doesn't make sense. I don't have daughters."

The doctor and nurse shared a look. "Jim, what's the last thing you remember?" he asked me.

"I can't really remember." My head felt heavy as I tried to think. "Everything's fuzzy. I remember working on my software with my friend Pete."

The doctor leaned closed to me. "Do you remember what year it is?"

I thought for a minute. "It's 2000. Why'd you ask that?"

The nurse gave a surprised inhaling noise, and her eyes got even bigger. The doctor looked at me very seriously, and said, "Jim, it's not 2000. It's 2025." He took the nurse in the corner of the room, whispered to her, and she quickly left.

I started to get really worried. "You're shitting me."

The doctor pulled up a chair and sat next to my bed. "Jim, can you remember things that have happened recently? Like world news type things?"

I tried to think again until my head hurt. "Well, we got past the Y2K scare. And Al Gore and George Bush were running for president. Right?"

"Yes, in 2000. But you're missing about 20 years of history in there. Bush barely won the election and was president for 8 years. You don't remember that?"

My headache got worse, and I put my hands to my temples. "Wh- What? So wait," I tried to put things together. "I was born in 1977. So I'm not 23, I'm..." I paused to do the math in my head, "48?"

"Yes sir, and don't worry about that big milestone coming up," he chuckled. "You can take it from me, fifty isn't that bad."

I down looked at my hands. They weren't what I remembered. They were darker with hair, and showed more wrinkles and age. "Can I see a mirror?" I asked the doctor.

He got one from a nearby counter. The face I saw reflected was mine, but also not mine. In my 20's, I had had longer sideburns, but a clean-shaven face. Now I had older, tanner skin, well-trimmed sideburns, and a small, well-groomed goatee.

I looked back at the doctor. "I really am 48, aren't I?"

He smiled and said, "I know, middle age is kinda rough, huh?"

I smiled back. "Nice to meet you, Dr. Jenkins," I said, offering my hand.

He shook it. "You can call me Dave."

There was something else bothering me. "You said I had daughters."

Just then there was a knock on the door, and it opened. The nurse, Laura, entered first. She hesitantly spoke, "I brought your girls. I told them you were having some memory issues. Can they come in?"

I looked at Dave. "I'm nervous," I told him. "I can't remember being a dad."

He stood up, but didn't move far. "I'll stay here to help explain things," he told me.

I nodded to the nurse, and she opened the door the rest of the way. In walked a tall, attractive blonde girl, about college age. Behind her, was almost a carbon copy: another blonde girl, about the same age and height. Bringing up the rear was another blonde girl, shorter than the first two, with darker blonde hair. I recognized the hair color as being very similar to my own.

All three girls had slightly smudged makeup, as if they'd been crying recently, but the first two were putting on brave faces. The third, smaller girl still looked scared, and had a firm grip on the arm of one of her sisters.

The first one to enter spoke first, "Hi Dad."

How could I be the father of these three grown, beautiful women? My head reeled. "Um, hi," was all I could choke out. I turned to Dave.

He took the hint and spoke for me. "Your father's having a significant memory block. He thought he was still a young man, and didn't remember having a family."

I nodded. "I'm sorry," I told the girls, "This is really awkward. I can't even remember your names or anything."

The youngest girl sniffed back a tear, and continued to clutch her sister's arm. I studied all three. Their features looked vaguely familiar, like someone I knew before.

The first girl to enter sat on the bed, by my legs, and took my hand in hers. "Dad, I'm Katie. I'm your oldest."

I stared into her face. "Katie. Are... are you Katherine?"

She smiled and nodded. "Yes. You named me after your mother." A tiny rim of wetness appeared around her eyes. "Grandma Kate is in an assisted living home. We visit her every week."

I smiled back. I was glad to hear my mother was okay. "Katherine. Katie. You have my mom's green eyes."

That caused her to shed a single tear down her left cheek. "That's what you said when I was born." She looked up at her sister, and who was still holding hands with the youngest girl, and the two switched places.

I studied the features of this second girl. She looked very similar to Katie, but with blue eyes. While Katie's shoulder-length blonde hair was down, this sister's hair was up in a pony tail, but it was roughly the same color.

"So, I'm Kennedi," she started, "but sometimes you call me Kenni. I'm about 10 months younger than Katie."

I held her hand too. "No one in my family had blue eyes. I'm assuming you got yours from your mother?" She nodded, but her head was down, and it made me think of something that hadn't occurred to me before. "Your mother. Where is she?"

Kennedi didn't look up at first, and there was a moment of silence in the room. "Daddy, mom's gone. It's been a few years now." The youngest girl gave another tearful sniff, and Katie hugged her close.

I felt bad for the girls, but it was hard feel bad for myself being a widower, since I couldn't remember my wife at all. "How?"

"There was a virus, a few years back, a pandemic. Lots of people died," said Kennedi. "After mom died, Grandma Kate moved in for a little while and helped take care of us."

I sat and pondered this for a while. "What was her name?"

"Kasidy. Your wife was Kasidy Carter."

That threw up a flag in my brain. "Wait. I know that name," I said, suddenly holding my head in both hands, closing my eyes. Where did I know that name? I felt it was a name I learned recently, though my version of recent was over 20 years ago. I looked up, and saw all three girls and the doctor watching me.

"Kasidy Carter. She went by... Kassie Dee?" I sputtered out slowly, thinking about each word. "Was she... she was a porn star?"

The youngest daughter openly sobbed, and ran out of the room, and I instantly regretted my choice of words. Katie ran out after her, and I saw that Kennedi had grimaced at my words as well. "She didn't like to say that. She preferred to say 'adult entertainer.'"

I grabbed Kennedi's hands in mine again, and apologized profusely. "I'm so sorry, please believe me. I'm still trying to adjust to this."

Kennedi pulled me in for a hug. "It's okay. I understand. Kim's been taking all of this the hardest. Katie will bring her back."

Dave cleared his throat, and spoke up for the first time in a few minutes. "You say you do remember your wife?"

I spoke slowly and chose my words. "I remember having a meeting. Me and my partner Pete." I paused and looked at Kennedi. "Pete's still around, right?" She nodded, so I continued. "Pete and I were working on our web software. We met with this guy, Robert Sanders, but he went by the name Bobby Sleaze. He was a... producer of adult material, and he was interested in our software for his website. He brought Kassie Dee... your mom... to the meeting. Probably to show how important he was, or something. He was greasy and we didn't like him, but he was making a decent offer, so we met with him."

Katie had come back with Kim close behind. I looked at the girls and met each of their eyes, and smiled. "I remember meeting her. Your mom. I shook her hand, and she smiled, but I saw something in her eyes. I knew there was something else there. She wasn't just some ditz. She had a smart look in her eyes. She was way smarter than she was letting on, and Bobby Sleaze had no idea."

I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples again. The doctor put his hand on my shoulder patted my shoulder. "This is progress," he told us. "I think it'll take some time for it all to come back." He headed for the door, saying, "I'll write up a prescription for headaches, and I'll set up a follow-up exam. You girls can take him home in a little while."

"Thanks doc," I called after him. Then I looked at the girl who said she was my second daughter. "Kennedi... Kenni, I recognize your mom's eyes in you now. You're smarter than you look, aren't you?"

She blushed. "I'm following in your footsteps, daddy. I'm working on websites now. You taught me."

I turned my attention to the youngest girl. "Kim, right? I'm sorry about before. Are you Kimberly?" She came a little closer and nodded apprehensively. "But I'm betting only Grandma Kate calls you that. Do I call you Kimmy?"

Kim burst into tears again, but this time she launched her small frame at me, hugging me like there was no tomorrow. "Daddy, I was so worried," she sobbed into my shirt, "I was worried you'd leave us too. Just like Mom."

I hugged her back. "It's okay, Kimmy." Her sisters smiled down on us. Kimmy seemed to be the same build as her mother Kasidy, but with hair darker than her sisters, closed to my own dark blond. When she finally looked up, I saw my own eyes in her pretty face. "I may not remember a lot, but I'll do my best to try. What I can't remember, I'll relearn. I owe that to you all."

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Prescription in hand, the girls led me out of the hospital to the parking lot. I didn't recognize any cars. They all looked strangely futuristic to me.

Katie walked up to a black SUV and it unlocked on its own. Climbing in the passenger seat, I saw leather seats, and what looked like a digital screen in the center console. I noticed Katie started the car with just a push on a button, not having to turn a key like I was used to. The screen lit up wiht a Mercedez-Benz logo. "We have a Mercedez? Whose car is this?"

Katie gave a small chuckle. "It's yours, dad. Yes, we have a Mercedez."

My mind reeled. It didn't make sense with what I remembered. Pete and I were pretty broke, sharing a crappy apartment. Our cars were both several years old and not in great shape. "How can I afford a car like this? With digital screens?"

All the girls giggled. Though they were three different young women, their giggles were the same. Kim told me, "Dad, all cars these days have screens like that."

Kennedi put her hand on my shoulder from where she sat in the back seat. "Dad, we have money. Your company took off around the same time you and Mom started dating. You're no Elon Musk, but we're plenty comfortable."

"Oh. Wait, who's Elon Musk?" That comment prompted another round of laughter.

"He's a billionaire. Never mind that now," Kennedi said. "When we get home, we'll call Pete. He can fill you in on the details."

----

If I was in doubt about our wealth level based on our car, that doubt was wiped away when we pulled into the driveway of our house. I guessed the girls were right about being comfortable, living in a large house like that. Not a mansion per se, but each of us had our own bedrooms, with two extra rooms for guests. Like the car, the kitchen looked futuristic to me. I was told I was a pretty decent cook, but I confessed the only meals I could remember how to make were simple things like pasta, or grilling meat.

Kimmy hugged my arm and told me, "That's okay Daddy, I'm a pretty good cook. You taught me what you know, and Grandma Kate taught me a lot more when she was living here."

Best of all, there was a swimming pool in the back yard. I did enjoy swimming in college to stay fit, but the girls told me I rarely used it in the last few years.

All three of them led me to my office, which was extremely nice. But when we tried to use my computer (which looked amazingly futuristic to me), we realized it was locked and I obviously couldn't remember the password. Kennedi logged on as herself, and she used the mouse to double-click Pete's name on a list.

Suddenly a window appeared on the screen, and a round, older man's face was centered inside. I was still amazed at the concept of a video call, then I realized who that face belonged to.

"Hey Jimmy! Kennedi told me you took a spill. Good to see you up and about!" he beamed.

"Pete?" I recognized his face, though he'd put on weight and lost some hair. He was also the only person I knew who called me Jimmy. "You're looking older, my friend."

The girls stood behind my chair, and Katie chimed in. "Pete, Dad is having a memory issue. He can't remember the last 25 years. He almost didn't believe us when we told him that the company took off."

Kimmy added, "He couldn't remember us or Mom."

Pete looked at me. "That true, Jimmy? You can't remember our big investor?"

"Was it that greaseball producer Bobby Sleaze? That's about all I can remember at the moment."

Pete laughed so loudly and suddenly, I almost flinched. "HA! That jerk? No way. I can't believe you don't remember it was Kasidy."

"Kasidy invested in us?" My head hurt again. "My wife, the... umm... actress?"

Pete picked up a coffee mug and took a sip, then began to explain. "I assume you remember the meeting with Sleaze."

"I remember not liking him. And I remember Kasidy was in the room."

Pete nodded. "She was brought along as his trophy. His lead actress. I remember you were a little star-struck yourself." He was grinning. "Well after that meeting, she called us behind his back, and said she liked our presentation. Turns out, she had manipulated Sleaze just to get in the room. Then she quit his agency to start her own. She became a producer in her own right, and used our software to run her website."

That made sense with what little I could remember, and I nodded along. "Yes, that sounds right. I was just telling the girls that I remembered meeting her, and she was smarter than she looked."

"Oh much smarter. She weaseled that Sleazebag. He was so mad, but he couldn't do anything about it. She conned him good. But that was what we needed, and our software worked fantastically. She was raking in money, and so were we."

"Hence the big house and the Mercedez."

"Don't forget the WD Inc. headquarters," Pete said, "no pun intended of course."

"What headquarters?"

Pete's hands moved towards his camera, and I realized he was picking up a laptop from his desk. The camera swiveled, and I saw his office, and the large windows along one wall. "We hired a bunch of people, expanded, and got a nice office on the 38th floor of a building here in San Francisco."

"And WD Inc, that's our names, right? Williams and Drake?"

"We're a leader in website software and data analysis. Advertisers crawl over each other to get our help with their websites."

I was glowing with pride. "I'm glad it all worked out," I told him. I glanced over my shoulders at my girls.

Pete grinned again. "We're living the dream, pal. I gotta go, but I'll try to make it over there this weekend. Talk to you later, Jimmy."

I grinned back. "See ya, Pete!" I said before his face disappeared from the screen.

I turned my chair around to the girls, intrigued about this life that I apparently led. "So your mom was also my first big investor? Why didn't you tell me that?"

Kennedi answered first, "You were on a roll back at the hospital, talking about that first meeting. I didn't want to stop you."

Katie added, "We were kinda hoping you'd remember on your own."

I started to say something but my stomach gave a loud groan, and it made all of us laugh. "I guess I haven't eaten today," I quipped. "Let's have some dinner."

We all went down to the kitchen, and Kim went into action. I offered to help, but she insisted I sit and rest. She quickly chopped up some vegetables and chicken, boiled some rice, and in no time she served up some fantastic stir-fry. I complimented her on the food, and she blushed and said I had taught her that.

Sitting around the table, I took this opportunity to take another look at the girls. Katie and Kennedi were both above average height for women, about 5 foot 8 each. They had similar builds, though it looked like Kennedi's bust size was a little bigger. I wondered if they shared clothes as they grew up, but they had different styles now. Katie was wearing a tank top and shorts, and looked more done-up. Kennedi was wearing a button-up shirt with short sleeves, and tight blue jeans.

Kim was shorter that her sisters, about 5 foot 2. If I recalled correctly, that was her mom's height as well. She was a cutie in a pink top and her short purple skirt.

All three were physically fit, and tanned. I guessed they all worked out to some degree, though no one in my family was prone to obesity. They also probably sunned down by the pool when they could.

As I studied their appearances and they continued to eat, I realized I could potentially be in trouble. My body might be 48, but my brain was still 23. And I'm sitting in a house with not one, but three gorgeous blondes. Half of my brain was imagining what each one looked like with less clothes, while the other half was sternly thinking, "Don't! Don't even think about it. Those are your daughters and they're way off limits."

As my brain waged war on itself, I settled on the premise that noticing their beauty wasn't wrong. It was honest and innocent. I would have to try not to stare so much.

As we finished eating, I proposed an idea. "Today's Tuesday, right? I'd like to spend the next three evenings with each one of you. Get to know each of you individually. That way, I can give you all attention, and hopefully something will jog my memory. How does that sound?"All three girls excitedly agreed. Kim hugged me again and said, "It'll be like daddy-daughter date nights."

"Exactly," I said. "I want to take each of you to your favorite restaurants for dinner, and do things you like to do. Then we'll have more of a family day on Saturday."

This got all three girls excitedly chatting amongst each other, as they started to think of plans. I got up from the table, and helped clear their dishes. Then I found some ice cream in the freezer and scooped a small dish for each of us.

After the ice cream, I think all of us were winding down, especially me. It had been a long, trying day. Before I could retire to my room, each girl hugged me again, and kissed me on the cheek. Again, my brain tried to remember that these were daughter hugs, not girlfriend hugs, but I couldn't help but feel the warmth from their breasts as they squeezed me close.

"Oh! Wait!" Katie interjected, as she dashed off into the living room. She came back with a photo album. "You should look at these. To help you remember." I opened it to the first page and saw my own face, the way it used to look, grinning like a madman, wearing a tuxedo. On my younger self's arm was Kasidy Carter, now Kasidy Drake, in a stunning white wedding dress, also wearing a winning smile.

"Oh. Oh my," I stuttered, stunned at that first picture. The couple I saw was leaving a church, having been married moments before, surrounded by a blur of people on either side. I looked up at the girls, and they were watching my expressions. "Thank you. I'll look at it tonight, before I go to sleep. Maybe it will give me good dreams."

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I lay in bed, lounging in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, paging through the album, taking full stock of each image. It wasn't just a wedding album, as I had previously thought. The pictures were chronologically ordered though, from the wedding and onward. I got to see pictures of Kasidy showing off her baby bump, then there were suddenly pictures of the happy couple holding baby Katie.

I was thankful that each picture was meticulously labeled with a date. I wondered if I did that or Kasidy. It helped me build a timeline of my apparent life, the life I couldn't remember. I married Kasidy in 2002, and we immediately started our family. Katie was born in January of 2004, and Kennedi followed that December. I saw pictures of the two of them as toddlers, playing in the yard of a smaller house; I guessed we didn't move to this larger one until later on.

Kim was born in 2007, meaning she had just turned 18 last month. I continued to page through and found that we'd only moved to this house in 2015. I saw snippets of them growing up and going through teenage phases, like braces, fad clothes and haircuts, and even a pic of Katie with her left arm in a small cast. I made a note of that and meant to ask her about it later.

The album's last pictures were in about 2016, showing a family vacation on a beach. Apparently we had all flown to Hawaii. Kasidy, who would've been in her late 30's, still looked stunning to me in her pink and white bikini. All the girls stood by her, all pre-teens at the time, wearing matching suits in different colors. And me, in my board shorts, still grinning, proud of my life and my family.

I closed the book and put it on the bedside table, then rolled over and drifted to sleep, trying to remember being that happy.

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I woke up to a tiny whisper. "Daddy?"

My eyes opened and tried to see in the dark. A shadow crept towards the bed. By the height, I guessed it was Kim. I blinked my eyes and focused on her small figure in the darkness. She was wearing a long t-shirt that went past her waist, half-way to her knees. She whispered again, "Daddy?"

"Kimmy? What's wrong?"

She dove into my bed and hugged me tightly, for probably the hundreth time in the last 24 hours. She was shaking and I felt wetness as her face pressed into my shoulder. She'd been crying. Was still crying. "Daddy, I had a nightmare that you didn't wake up and you were dead and we were all alone and I didn't know what to do and..."

"Shhhh, it's okay." I said calmly, trying to soothe her. "I'm still here, and still very much alive."

Her grip didn't loosen. "It was awful, I was so scared."

I rubbed her back and just let her get it out. She smelled nice and felt good in my arms. I took deep, slow breaths, and eventually she started to relax and did the same. After a few minutes, I asked, "Are you okay now?"

She sighed sweetly, and said, "I think so. But, can I stay here with you for tonight?"

I couldn't say no to that. "Of course Kimmy."

She flipped over and faced away from me, but she grabbed my arm and threw it over her. "Thank you Daddy. I love you," she cooed. A minute later, her breathing changed, and I knew she was out.

Right away I knew I was in trouble. I had an attractive young woman in my bed, but she was my daughter. Again, my brain was still thinking like a 23 year old. I couldn't say no to her, and now I was trapped. The last think I wanted to do was to kick her out of bed, but I was terrified of getting an erection and being called some kind of pervert. Thankfully, I was able to put my fears to rest long enough to fall asleep.

Two hours later, I woke up, still in the dark. But now I realized Kim's body had closed the gap between us, and I was now spooning her from behind. She sighed in her sleep, and her soft behind wiggled just a bit. That was all it took, and I felt my member start to engorge with blood.

I tried everything I could to make it stop. I tried thinking of gross things, of sports, of anything else I could, but I kept coming back to a petite blonde, in my arms, in my bed, her small sexy behind pressing on my crotch.

If she was awake, I was sure she'd feel it. I'm not huge but it's enough, and I've never had complaints. My only saving grace was that she was still asleep, and there was still layers of clothing between us.

She sighed again and shifted her body. Her bottom rubbed against me, and I felt my dick throb as it got lodged just below her cheeks, right against her crack. My mind raced and I knew there was no way it was going to deflate on its own.

Then she stirred, and I knew she was waking. I decided my best option was to flip over and face the other way, so I took my arm from her waist and turned away. The movement of my arm did wake her up. As I settled on my other side, I felt her do the same, and now she was spooning me.

Her arm wrapped around my side, resting her small hand on my stomach. "Daddy," she whispered.

"Yes, Kimmy," I answered just as quietly.

"Were you poking me?"

"What do you mean, sweetie?"

"Poking me. With your thing. I felt you poking my butt."

Busted. "I'm sorry honey," I managed to stammer. "I... um... it just happened in my sleep. I guess I was dreaming about your mom or something." That wasn't true, I hadn't been dreaming at all. But I hoped it would make her happy and not weirded out.

She was quiet for a few seconds, but it felt like minutes. Then she whispered, "It's okay Daddy. It felt good. It made me feel pretty." She snuggled against my back.

"You are pretty, Kimmy. You're so beautiful." That was the truth.

She kissed the back of my neck. "Thank you Daddy. I love you." Then I felt her hand move to my shoulder and push, so I turned to lay on my back. She kissed me again, on the cheek, and lay her head on my shoulder.

She fell back asleep, and eventually, after my erection finally faded, so did I.

----

In the morning, I opened my eyes. Kim's head was still nuzzled into my shoulder. In the light peeking through the bedroom window, I watched her sleep peacefully. The sheet that lay over us had been pushed down to our stomachs, and I saw her body rise and fall slightly with each breath, as she lay in her long, yellow nightshirt.

I didn't want to wake her. Being summer, she didn't have to get up for school, but I figured her older sisters might already be rising for the day. But I felt the urge to relieve my bladder, so I slowly lifted the sheet to lower it, so I could escape. In lifting the sheet, I saw that Kimmy's night shirt had drifted upwards in the night, and I got a small glimpse of bright green panties that had been hiding below.

I kicked myself. This was my daughter, but I was remembering the previous night and I started to get aroused again. I gently lifted her head from my shoulder, and placed it on my pillow. Then I darted into the bathroom to take care of my poor bladder before it exploded.

When I came back, Kim was still laying with her head on the pillow, but her eyes were open. "Good morning Daddy," she said, without moving her body. She hadn't adjusted her shirt or the sheet, so the bottom of her panties was still on display. I tried not to look at her crotch.

"Good morning Kimmy," I replied, sitting on the bed next to her.

She sat up and stretched, her small breasts taut against her shirt, and I tried not to stare at that either. "Thanks for letting me stay with you last night." She stretched her arms around me for a hug, and I picked her up to plop her on the floor, standing in front of me. Thankfully, gravity pulled her shirt back down into place.

"Come on," I told her, "I may not remember much, but I remember I'm good at making pancakes. Let's get some breakfast."Downstairs, Katie was already up and was reading something on a small portable screen, something she called a tablet. She looked like she'd been working out, based on her outfit - a sports bra and tight shorts - and the glisten on her exposed skin. She hadn't eaten yet, so she was glad to hear about our breakfast plans.

Kennedi was nowhere in sight, and when I asked, Katie said she was usually a late riser. "That's okay," I said, "I know what would wake me..." and threw some bacon into a pan. The smell of bacon would probably bring me back from the afterlife to come get a taste.

Breakfast was ready in a few minutes, and still no Kennedi. I shrugged and gestured the girls to the food. "Go ahead, I'll go check on the sleepyhead."

I marched down the hall and knocked on the door, which hadn't been closed completely shut. My knock pushed the door open slightly, and I peeked into the room... which I shouldn't have.

There stood Kennedi, my second daughter, pulling her shirt over her head, and showing her large, beautiful breasts in all their glory. As she got the shirt off, she saw me standing there, and let out a shriek of shock. "Oh my god," she said as she covered her chest with her hands, "Dad, you... oh my god."

I covered my eyes with my arm and turned away. "Sorry! Sorry, I... I just was going to say breakfast was ready."

I heard her quickly putting on clothes. "I could tell, I could smell the bacon from here."

I grinned, still looking away. "I knew that would lure you to the kitchen. No daughter of mine could ever hate bacon. See you in a minute." I walked back to the kitchen, but the image was seared into my brain. A gorgeous young blonde, large pert breasts, trim waistline, round hips, tight white panties, long slim legs.

Between last night with Kim and this morning with Kennedi, I felt like I was running on thin ice. I had entered dangerous territory here. The safest option for me would be to leave, to take a week away and reorganize my thoughts and memories, to try to remember my life before I tried to resume it. But I couldn't just take off and leave them behind. They needed me around, and they were trying to help me.

I especially couldn't leave Kimmy. Last night, she'd been terrified of me being suddenly gone. In her post-nightmare terror, she didn't run to her sisters for comfort, she had run to me. If I left now, I worried she might have a breakdown.

True to her word, Kennedi appeared in the kitchen to partake of the pancakes and bacon. She was dressed for the day in a skirt that went just past her knees, and a light blue button-up blouse. After we ate, she stayed to help me clear the dishes.

I felt awkward and I told her so. "I really am sorry."

She shrugged it off. "It's not a big deal. I guess I was really more shocked about you appearing there at the door suddenly." She placed some plates in the dishwasher, then turned to face me. "I guess the fact you saw my boobs was secondary. Now that I think about it, you've seen them before."

I dropped the dishtowel I was holding. "I have? You mean when you were little, right?"

"Well I guess I should tell you before now, before you find out accidentally and have a heart attack." She smiled. "We, I mean, all three of us girls, sometimes sunbathe topless by the pool."

"All three of you?"

She nodded. "It's something we used to do with Mom. No tan lines that way." She moved the shoulder of her shirt to show her skin, proving her point. "We usually told you when we were going to do it, and you usually kept your distance. But you've probably seen all three of us a couple of times."

I was blushing, I was sure I was beet red. "I... ummm... I'm glad you told me that," I managed to get out. "You know, before I stumbled onto it myself."

She took my hand in hers. "Don't worry, the fences and stuff around the house are thick. No one else can see in. And we're all pretty comfortable with our bodies. Mom taught us we shouldn't be ashamed of being girls and having boobs," she giggled with that last part.

I thought about what little I could remember about Kasidy. "No, I guess that's true." In the meeting I remembered, Kasidy was dressed to kill with a short skirt and tight shirt that showed off her chest. I glanced downward for a split second and saw Kennedi's blouse was unbuttoned a bit to show her own ample cleavage.

Kennedi hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'm off to work, I'll see you later."

Katie, on the other hand, took the day off from work, as it was her day to spend with me. "I've got a plan for this morning," she told me with a wink, as we got in her car. Hers wasn't a Mercedez, but it was still a very nice sedan. I learned I'd bought each of the three girls a reliable car with my apparent wealth.

"So where are we going?"

"I thought it would be nice if we visited your mother." She glanced at me as she drove. "I let her know about the accident yesterday, and I told her you're having trouble with your memory. I thought maybe she could help."

We pulled into the assisted living home around 11:00, and Katie led me up to my mom's apartment. It was a nice facility with lots of smiling people in the hallway. Katie knocked three times, then just opened the door. "Grandma?" she called.

"Come in!"

I stepped in behind Katie, and got a glimpse of my mom. She was so much older than I remembered, and I tried to think of how to say that without sounding rude. Her brown hair was now grey, bordering on white. She'd put on some weight too. But her green eyes and her smile were the same, as she reached to pull me into a hug.

"How are you, son?"

"Mom, I'm fine. It's just awkward. I'm missing some history, but I'm physically fine."

We sat for a while, chatting in her apartment, then went down to have a meal in the facility's dining room. The food was much better than a normal old folks' home.

"So, Mom, can you tell me about Kasidy? What was she like?" I asked as we ate.

She laughed. "Well, I can certainly remember my shock when you told me that you were dating an adult actress. I wasn't too pleased about that," she reminisced. "But then you brought her home and I changed my mind. She was so sweet and endearing, it was hard not to like her. And I saw how you looked at each other, and I knew there was no stopping it anyway. Plus," she lowered her voice, "all that stuff she did on camera was before she met you, so it doesn't really count."

"I'm glad you liked her," I said. Katie just smiled from the seat next to me.

My mom took my hand. "I loved Kasidy. She made my only son so happy. And she didn't talk to her own parents, so she loved me like I was her mom. She was part of the family."

"What was wrong with her parents?" I wondered.

"Oh, they never got over their little girl's job choice," my mom said, shrugging it off. "Their loss. It just meant I didn't have to fight with them over spoiling my three wonderful grandbabies."

I turned to smile at Katie. "Yeah, they're pretty special all right. I heard you moved in for a few years to help me. After Kasidy died."

Mom nodded. "That pandemic. Took out her parents too. The girls took it hard, especially little Kimmy. You were stuck with three emotional teenagers, and I knew I had to help."

I thought about Kimmy's crying last night, and remembered her fear that she'd lose me as well. I imagined being thirteen and losing my mom; it would break my heart, so her emotional reaction made sense to me.

Mom looked pensively at me, studying my face. "You're really out of it, aren't you? I haven't seen you look that disoriented since... well, never mind."

"What? Look like that since when?"

She hesitated, then said, "You don't like to talk about it. Or, at least, you didn't. I guess it's better to talk about it now, since you don't remember. But we'll head back to the apartment." We finished lunch, I took her arm to walk her back. Not that she needed my assistance, but it was nice being near someone I remembered.

When we sat back in her living room, she explained the story. "A long time ago, you were in a car accident. It really shook you. You didn't like talking about it because it brought back bad memories."

This was news to Katie as well. "I don't remember anything about Dad being in an accident."

Mom nodded. "Well, it happened before you were born, sweetie. Actually, if I remember, your mom was pregnant with you when it happened. It was, maybe, six months after the wedding?" She shook her head, "anyways, you didn't want to talk about it. Kasidy saw a counselor a few times, but you refused to go."

I absorbed the new information. "But we were okay? I mean, not hurt?"

"Kasidy was fine. You protected her. That's how you got that scar on your shoulder."

"I have a scar on my shoulder?" This was also news. "How did I not know that?" I went to the nearest mirror and removed my shirt, so I could see my back. Sure enough, there was a sizeable scarring on the back of my left shoulder. I hadn't seen it because I hadn't known to look for it.

My mom and Katie both came up to me, and Katie touched it apprehensively. She said, "I asked about this scar before, and you said you fell when you were a kid, that it's always been there."

Mom said, "No, your father saw the other car coming, and threw himself over your mother, protecting her, and protecting you too." She hugged me, and continued to tell Katie, "That's the kind of man your father is. The kind of man I was proud to raise. The kind that puts family above everything else."

Katie noticed how quiet I was on the ride home. "Everything okay?"

"I'm not sure. I don't know why, but I feel weird about not wanting to mention the car accident." I shrugged. "I mean before I lost my memory."

"How so?"

"Well, car accidents happen all the time. Why would that be such a big deal? Lots of people have accidents, and for some reason, I didn't want to talk about mine."

"So you think there's a different reason you didn't want to discuss it?"

I paused. "You're whip-smart, you know that? You're onto something."

She grinned. "I got my smarts from my parents."

"Yeah?" I grinned back. "You think?"

"You were always so logical, Dad. Perfect brain for a programmer. You believe there's a reason for everything. But Mom was smart in a different way. She was clever and insightful, almost devious. I remember her catching us before we could break rules, like she already knew what we were thinking."

"She probably did." I remembered more about her. "She really was clever. She convinced that producer of hers to meet with Pete and I, but it was because she wanted to meet with us. She manipulated and out-smarted him."

I paused again to think, long enough for Katie to look at me again. I continued, "I think she was that way with me too. She constantly called me, not Pete, for updates on the website. Then she made sure to flirt with me on each call. She probably wanted me to ask her out before I realized that's what I wanted too."

Katie grabbed my knee with her right hand and shook it excitedly. "Yes! Yes. That's what she used to say. She had to give you hint after hint that she wanted you to ask her on a date, and you finally figured it out. I'm glad you're starting to remember some things."

"Yeah, but this remembering is mentally taxing. I think I'm going to take a nap when we get home."

"That's okay. Just be ready to go around 5:30, I've made dinner reservations. We're going to have some real fun tonight."

"So have you thought about what to name her?" asked Kasidy, as we drove home from the clinic. Kasidy had her first check-up, and heard a tiny heartbeat, confirming that she was pregnant. We'd be going back soon for an ultrasound.

"Her? What makes you think it's not a boy?" I retorted.

"Woman's intuition. I can just tell," she replied. "We'll find out in a couple weeks anyway."

"Well, boy or girl, I know I'll love our baby forever. But what do you and our baby want for lunch?"

She gave a small smile and patted her still-trim belly. "Well I don't know about this one, but I could go for a good turkey sandwich."

"Well then, let's go to - " I saw the car out of the corner of my eye, and flung myself across Kasidy's body, bracing for impact...

I woke, sitting up quick in my bed. My face clothes were damp with sweat. I had a nightmare. No, not a nightmare, a memory. That conversation happened, right before the car accident. But I woke up right before the other car hit.

I was breathing hard, and my heart beat fast, so I almost didn't hear the tiny whisper coming from the bedroom door. "Daddy?" I turned to see a part of Kim's head, peeking from behind the door.

"Hi Sweetie."

"You were moaning in your sleep."

"I was having a bad dream. I'm okay now." I forced a smile, and she returned it. "I'm going to shower now, before I go out with Katie."

"Okay. Have fun."

When I came down in my khakis and a nice shirt, groomed and ready to go, Kennedi and Kimmy turned from the TV to see. Kennedi gave a little whistle. "You clean up nice for an old man."

"That stings, Kenni." That was the truth. I still felt like a twenty-something, so I wasn't used to having an older body. "I think I look fine."

Kimmy agreed. "You look great, Daddy." Her eyes then refocused past me. "And so does she!"

I turned and saw Katie, dressed in a pretty red dress, showing off her legs up to her knees. Her blonde hair flowed just over her shoulders, and she was wearing a proud smile.

"You look amazing!" I gushed, and she took my arm, blushing almost the same color of her dress.

"Thank you Father. Let's go eat."

Over dinner at a fun sushi restaurant, Katie told me about her job. She wasn't a tech person like myself or Kennedi, but she had her mother's business smarts. She was a low-level producer for an advertisement firm, but she had aspirations for moving up.

She had gotten started in that business by getting into a one-time TV commercial when she had been 16. The part was so small and she was on screen for barely 2 seconds, but she was fascinated by everything going on behind the camera, and decided that's what she wanted to be involved with.

"That commercial was just before Mom died, but she encouraged my dream. I loved how creative she could be, and I wanted to be that way too," she told me.

"Speaking of your mom," I said, "I think I remembered more about her. About us."

This peaked her interest. "Really? Tell me."

"Well, I kind of had a nightmare. About the car accident."

"Oh." Her smile turned to worry.

"But it was like a memory resurfacing. It was terrifying, but I'm wondering if it also means progress." I looked down at my hands. "I'm going to talk to the doctor about it on Friday, at our follow-up appointment."

She nodded, "That's a good idea." She got up from the table. "Now let's go, I'm not done with you yet."

We went from the restaurant to a nearby dance club. Katie was so energetic, but she was surprised when I was doing a decent job of keeping up. I think it was my 23-year old brain, not letting my older body slow me down.

When we took a break to sit and get a drink, I noticed other guys looking at her, and I told her so. "It doesn't bother you, does it?"

"No, I've gotten used to it. I think it gives me power. As long as they don't touch, they can look all they want." She gave a naughty smirk.

"Do you date much?"

She looked at her drink and shrugged. "I've had a few boyfriends, but nothing serious. None of them really stuck, you know?"

I nodded, remembering a few girlfriends in college. "Yeah, I think I get it." I got nervous for a second, but then I worked up the courage to ask, "Any of those guys, umm, you know?" I made a vague hand expression and she got the meaning.

"You and I don't usually talk about it, but yes, there was one. But it wasn't good, and we broke up a couple weeks later."

My turn to look down into my drink. "Sorry if that's too personal. I'm still learning what boundaries we had. Have. Whatever."

"That's okay." She smiled again. "You know, we tried to set you up on a dating website, but that didn't go well either."

"You did?"

"Yeah, like a year ago? Kennedi and I decided that Mom had been gone a while, and we all wanted to see you happy. But the website matched you up with a lady that you didn't really like, so we decided that was a failure."

I chuckled at that. "Yeah? What did I say was wrong with her?"

"Well, for one thing, you said you preferred blondes, and she was brunette. But I really just think you weren't quite ready." She stood up. "But I'm ready for more dancing. Let's go!"

The more we danced, the more I was conscious of two things. First, guys her age were staring at her, at us, trying to figure out why a hot girl like Katie was dancing with an old guy like me.

But second, and more awkward, was that the music's average tempo was slowing down. They were playing more slow songs, I guess trying to encourage couples to get romantic. And my daughter wanted to dance to those songs. But it wasn't an awkward high-school dance, standing at arms' length from each other. She was pressing her body against mine, head on my shoulder.

This felt really good, but it felt too good. I was starting to become aware that Katie's dress was a little thin, and she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Furthermore, I was feeling the beginning tinglings of an erection in my pants. Once again, I was on the brink of a disaster. I didn't want another awkward moment with another daughter. I tried to gently break apart a bit, or turn my body, but she wasn't budging. I imagined she felt the same initial shock that Kim had felt when I got hurt, but had hidden it better; where Kim had been a sobbing mess, Katie had buried it down.

But none of that was helping my involuntary physical reaction to an attractive blonde, slow-dancing with me. Thankfully, the song was coming to an end, and I could feel her separate slightly. I took the opportunity to take her hand and give her a gentle spin, which made her giggle. As the song ended, she and I looked at each other and I felt an unspoken agreement that we were done dancing.

As we walked back to the car, I made sure to open her door for her, and she rewarded me with a small kiss on the cheek. A few guys were in the parking lot, watching us. When her door was closed, and she couldn't hear, one of them called to me, "Hey man, how'd you get a girl like that?"

I decided to have fun with them. "I'm rich," I said, shrugging, "and she's my trophy wife." Their eyes went wide with shock as I got in the car and we drove off. I told Katie what I had told those guys, and she laughed.

Getting home, Katie took my arm as we entered the house. I noted Kim was still up, though it was past 11PM. She appeared to be watching TV in the living room, but on second glance, she was probably asleep on the couch.

Katie and I walked past, and up to our rooms. She turned to me and giggled, "I had a wonderful time on our date."

I took the hint and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. To my surprise, she turned her head, and turned mine with a gentle hand on my face, and caught my lips with hers. She pressed her kiss to mine for only a second, but it felt longer. It was definitely more than the peck that I had intended.

Then she went into her room, leaving me in the hall. "Good night Dad," she called as she closed the door behind her.

I stood stunned for a minute, and tried to think it was still innocent. At least I hadn't seen her half-dressed like I had with her sisters.

I changed into sleeping clothes, then went back downstairs. Kim was still lying on the couch, definitely sleeping. She had changed for bed, though; her long sleep shirt ended just above her knees, again displaying her cute, smooth legs to me. I watched her peacefully sleep for a little while, wondering again how I suddenly got not one, but three, beautiful daughters.Judging her to be just under 100 pounds, I then reached my arms around her and lifted her from the couch, to take her to bed. We had just left the living room, heading for the stairs, when she sighed, and her eyes peeked open. "Hi Daddy," she whispered.

"Hi Kimmy. Did you have a good evening?"

"Yes. Did you and Katie have fun?"

"Yes we did. We had sushi and went dancing."

Kimmy smiled. "I can't wait for Friday when you'll take me on my date."

I started taking her to her room, when she made me stop. "Daddy, can I sleep with you again tonight?" Her face looked at mine, so sweetly, like a little angel.

I couldn't say no to that face. "Sure, sweetie," I answered, and took her into my room. I laid her on the bed, where she'd slept the previous night, and went to the bathroom for a brief stop. When I returned, she was asleep again.

Hours later, I awoke, laying on my back. It was still dark, and I couldn't see anything. I guessed the house was so far back from the street, I couldn't see any light from the neighborhood.

But I felt a stirring. A small hand was touching my stomach. It was moving, downwards, ever so slowly. As it passed my navel, it dipped just under my pajama bottoms. Physically, I was staying still, but I was freaking out mentally; what was going on? My youngest daughter was going to touch me in my sleep?

I stayed frozen, and the hand reached the base of my dick, and I started getting hard right away. I had to do something, so I whispered, "Kimmy?"

The hand froze, still touching me. "Daddy?"

"Umm, what are you doing?"

I felt her shift her body closer to mine, and by her breathing, I realized her face was near mine. "I'm sorry, I... I just wanted to feel you. To feel it."

My dick was getting harder, and she hadn't released it. "Why, Kimmy?"

"Cuz I've never touched one. So I wanted to. I know I shouldn't, because you're my dad, but I still want to." Her hand started moving again, starting to move from the base up the shaft to my head.

I should have stopped her, but I was still too stunned. "We shouldn't be doing this, Kimmy. It's not right." But my body wanted her to do it. I was rock hard.

"But I love you daddy. And you love me. How can it be wrong?" She whispered, and moved closer, until I could feel her body against mine. She continued to slowly rub my dick, up and down. Then she leaned her face closer to mine and gave me a small kiss on the lips.

This was wrong, my brain was screaming, but my body didn't care. I took her small face in my hand and brought her back to me for a longer, more passionate kiss.

When we broke the kiss, she released my dick and sat up. I still couldn't see her, but I heard movement, and knew she was taking off her shirt. "Daddy, I want you to touch me too," she whispered, and took my hand, and placed it on her small breast. Her nipple was small but rigid, and I could feel her heart beating rapidly beneath.

I cupped her breast, and rubbed a finger against her nipple, and she gasped. Then I felt both her hands on my hips, and I lifted up from the bed so she could pull down my pants. My erection sprung upwards once it was free, and she took it in both hands. I've never thought I had a very large penis, but it felt somehow bigger in her petite hands.

Keeping my left hand on her breast, I wrapped my right hand around her back and pulled her closer. I had to feel her body, and I had this primal urge to taste her body. I pulled her nipple into my mouth, and she gasped out, "Oh daddy!"

It was louder than our previous whispers, and it worried me. "Shhh," I said, "Don't wake your sisters." I continued to suck on Kimmy's tiny breast, and she resumed her ministrations on my hard dick.

My right hand, still on her back, I let slip downwards, until it felt the hem of her panties. Then it continued, and I grabbed one of her small asscheeks through the cotton material. That earned me a small "mmm" noise, and she started wanking me a little faster. My left hand followed suit, drifting down her smooth flat stomach, and touching the top of her mound through the fabric. I pressed inward, and felt her tiny teenage slit. She whispered in my ear, "Yes Daddy, touch me there."

I put both my hands inside her panties, and peeled them down her thighs. She raised herself up so I could get them over her knees and completely off. Now completely naked, she pressed herself against me, kissing me. She pumped my penis up and down, and my fingers found her pussy. It was hairless, and so wet. I slipped one finger inside, and she quietly moaned again.

Before I could do anything else, I felt myself getting close to the edge. "Kimmy, I'm gonna cum." I managed to stutter out, two seconds before my dick exploded in her hand. I couldn't see where the cum was landing, but I did feel one spurt splash onto my left thigh.

Coming down now, I wanted to return the favor more than anything. I slipped a second finger inside, and moved them quicker. Her breathing changed, and she started making small "oh!" noises. I pushed my mouth against hers, partially to silence her voice. I wanted to make Kimmy orgasm, but I imagined all the hell that would rain down if the other two girls found out.

Finally, Kim's body started to shake, and she wrapped her arms around me, grabbing me with all her might. "Daddy!" she said quietly, as she hit her peak. Her juices flowed around my fingers, and withdrew them, knowing my job was done. I fell backwards to the bed, and she fell on top of me, breathing heavily.

We laid there for a minute, both of us coming down from our excitement. I could tell I must have spurted some on her tight belly, as I could now feel it where she was laying on me.

"That was amazing," she said, still catching her breath.

"Yes, it was. I love you sweetie."

"I love you too Daddy."

My brain finally found its way back to the surface. This is so wrong! You just fingered your 18 year old daughter to an orgasm, and she jerked you off! Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you'll be in if anyone finds out?

But Kimmy must have known what I was thinking. "Daddy, it's okay. We love each other and we made each other feel good. If you're worried about other people, I promise I won't tell anyone. Not even my sisters."

"That is what I was thinking," I admitted. "But I also don't want to make things awkward. And I never, ever want to hurt you."

"I never want that either," she whispered, as she settled into the crook of my arm. Her head now lay on my shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you too Kimmy." I pulled the sheets over our naked bodies. I felt her go to sleep after only a minute, and I followed soon after.While I slept, I had the same dream as before, about the car accident. I remember seeing the car coming towards us, and before I turned to shield Kasidy's body, I remember seeing more details than I had before.

First, the car that hit us had clearly turned left-of-center. Not drifted, like someone not paying attention. It turned, intentionally, towards our car. Like they wanted to hit us.

Also, I noted it was a black sedan, like a Lincoln. I couldn't make out the driver's face, it was blurry for me. But I could make out the California license plate, starting with BB.

I woke up, slightly startled from the dream's crash. Kimmy was gone. So were any trace of her clothes. She must have awoken early to avoid getting caught in my room by her sisters. I was doubly thankful for that. I didn't want us to get busted, and I didn't want to startle her awake from my bad dream.

But something about the dream shook me. Was that car trying to hurt us? Kill us? We were probably lucky to have survived the crash.

But I remembered two strong emotional states from the dream: first, the immense excitement and love I felt for Kasidy, especially knowing she was carrying our first child; then second, the over-powering need to protect my then-pregnant wife from danger. The fact that I recalled those emotions felt like progress to me.

After a brief shower, I headed down to breakfast. The girls were already congregated around the table, chatting over cereal. When I entered, Kennedi was the first to greet me. "Hi Dad." She was dressed in casual clothes, a comfortable sweater and slightly-worn blue jeans.

Katie chimed in, "Good morning sleepy-head." She was already dressed for work, wearing black slacks and a nice green sweater.

Kimmy just smiled, and I smiled back. She was still in sleeping clothes, but not the ones she'd been wearing the previous night. I guessed we might have made a small mess on them, and she had to change.

Kennedi got up and went back towards the upstairs. "I have a little work to do this morning, Dad, but I'll be ready for our date later, I promise." I watched her nice rear as she headed for her room, then silently scolded myself.

I was still feeling guilty about my night with Kim. She seemed to have a permanent smile on her face, so I guessed she didn't feel the same. I ate quickly and quietly, ready to get out of there and back to my room.

As Katie left for work, she kissed me on the cheek. "I'll be back later to babysit Kimmy while you go out." She shot a smirk across the table to her little sister, who gave her some mean eyes and stuck out her tongue.

After I ate, I eyed the pool outside. It was a sunny day, and already warm. "I'm going for a swim," I announced.

Kim eyed me. "Really? You hardly ever swim."

"That was me in my late 40's," I said, swaggering a bit as I headed for my room to change. "As of a few days ago, I'm feeling 23 again."

It didn't take me long to find my swim trunks, surprisingly. I had no memory of what clothes I had, but apparently my organizational system was similar to how I thought in my 20's.

When I got out to the pool, no one was around. I dipped my toe in, and judged the water to be just barely on the chilly side. Good for exercise. I jumped in and started doing laps.

After I did a few, I took a pause on the edge, catching my breath a bit. I came to the realization, like I had said to Kim before, that I did feel 23 again. Maybe age really is just a number, I thought. I didn't remember the last 25 years, so I didn't feel like a 48 year old man. I wasn't in the same shape I was in, but I did feel like I had the same stamina.

I resumed my laps, doing a few more. When I paused again, I looked towards the house and saw I wasn't alone. Kim's small teen body was laying on a deck chair, laying out in a flattering pink bikini and dark sunglasses. She heard me stop, and lifted her head just enough to smile at me, then laid back down.

I drifted over to her, quietly and slowly. Her chair was just a few feet from the pool's edge. I was able to reach my arm out of the pool, and tickle her tiny foot, getting an immediate reaction. "Ah! Daddy, stop!" she squealed, pulling her feet back towards her body.

I looked around, making sure it was still just the two of us. "You didn't say that last night."

She sat up and looked around too, before answering, "Cuz I wanted that last night."

I looked her in the eye. "I did too. But that doesn't make it right."

"It doesn't make it wrong. We're both consenting adults."

"But you're my daughter."

"I don't want you to feel bad or guilty about it. I don't want to hurt our relationship."

"Neither do I. Which is why I don't think we should do that anymore."

She took off her sunglasses, and looked sad. "You don't want to sleep with me anymore?"

"Sleeping would be one thing. We crossed a line last night."

"I know." She moved closer and took my hand. "Please don't be mad. But I had a great time." She shook her head. "You probably don't know this, with your memory block, but I've never been with a guy. You're the first guy to make me feel that good."

This wasn't news. I figured out that Kim hadn't had any serious boyfriends. Katie had told me last night that Kimmy was a flirt at school, and went on dates, but never had brought a boy home. "You don't think it was wrong that your father made you feel that way?"

"You're my favorite man, Daddy. I love you and I feel comfortable with you. Why is that a bad thing?"

I relaxed a little. I'm glad she thought that way. It still bothered me a little, but I guess I was getting to be okay with it. It helped that with my large gap in memory, I couldn't remember being her father until two days ago.

We heard the door open, and Kennedi walked out. She looked stunning in a teal blue bikini. "Hey Dad, you're swimming."

I laughed. "Why is this such a surprise to everyone? I used to swim all the time."

Kennedi laughed too. "I guess you kinda stopped when you got busy at work. Then us girls took over the pool."

"I assume you both actually can swim, not just lay out on the deck?" I teased them.

"Are you challenging us?"

I hadn't intended it as a challenge, but her tone made me accept it. "Race you down and back, loser gives the winner a massage."

Kennedi was stretched her arms and legs a bit, getting ready. "Come on, Kimmy, let's take him."

Kim was already standing up. "You're on, old man," she grinned.

Once we were all in the water, I counted down. "3, 2, 1, Go!" We launched from the side of the pool. I got a really good launch due to my size, but by the time we got to the other end, the girls had both caught up to me. I guessed they were pretty good swimmers after all. I got another good launch off the wall, but so did they, and I got left in their dust.

In the end, Kennedi took first, followed by Kim, and I brought up the rear. "You owe me a massage, Dad."

"Yes I do. How about after our date tonight?" I said, pulling myself out of the water.

"It's a deal." She and Kim toweled off and laid back on the deck chairs.

Now winded, I headed inside instead. I passed the door to my office, and looked at the computer on my desk. I still couldn't remember my password, so it wasn't worth trying. I knew that as a professional IT guy, I had probably made it something ridiculously hard to break.

I intended to head for my room to change. Instead, I decided to be nosy, and peeked my head into Kim's room. Some of her dirty clothes were in a hamper, but some were on the floor surrounding it. I spotted the shirt she'd worn the night before hanging on the edge of the basket.

The walls were painted a lavender color, covered by posters of celebrities I didn't know. Her bed was covered by a pink comforter, topped with a couple of teddy bears. On her nightstand was a diary, secured with a tiny lock. I wondered if her sisters had tried to read her private thoughts. Next to that was a framed picture of our five-person family: father, mother, and three girls. Kimmy looked like she was ten in that photo, showing braces in her cute smile.

All in all, it was a typical teenage girl's room, with the exception of one thing: a small stack of pornographic DVD's on the desk, next to her computer. I took a closer look, and they were all starring Kassie Dee. Also known as my wife, her mom, Kasidy Carter. I silently chuckled. Why would Kim watch her mom's adult movies?

I thought back to the first day I woke up, when I called Kasidy a 'porn star', and Kim got upset. I thought maybe she was upset about the negative-sounding label. But now I wondered if she had been a little ashamed. Did Kim want to follow in her mom's footsteps? If so, hearing her father say 'porn star' probably embarrassed her.

I tried not to think about my youngest daughter doing porn. It was difficult, considering last night's events.

I left the room and went back to the hallway, where I could see the pool and entire backyard from a window above. I looked down, and saw the girls, still laying on their deck chairs. But now they had removed their tops. Kennedi had told me they did that when I wasn't around.

I had seen Kennedi's breasts before, but it was only for a moment and we were both shocked. Now I had the time to look. They were large, probably D cups, and had dark nipples and areolas. They stood up well on her reclined body.

This was the first time I saw Kimmy's chest. I had felt and tasted her tiny nipples last night, but I couldn't see them in the dark. They were perfect B cups, and the nipples had only a small ring of areola around them. I recalled that her body was very similar to her mother's. Kennedi and Katie were both taller, so I assumed their height was from me.

I decided to walk away from the window before getting caught ogling my daughters. I had only been their father for 48 hours (in my head), and getting caught wasn't a situation I wanted to be in.

I was wracking my brain with Katie and Kim in my office, trying to guess my computer's password. "Did we have any pets?"

Kim answered first, "No! Even though we all wanted a puppy real bad!"

"Plus, you always told us not to use pet names in our passwords, Dad," Katie pointed out. "Too easy to guess."

That was true. But I was out of ideas of what the password could be. "This is maddening. I need my memories back, so I can remember my password and get in here."

Katie put her hand on my shoulder. "It's okay, Dad, I'm sure everything will come back to you. Just give it some more time. It's only been 2 days."

I put my face in my hands. "I know, it's just irritating."

I heard Kennedi's voice as she entered the room. "So let's go out and relax."

I looked up and saw her standing in the doorway to the office. She had on a light blue dress, showing off her ample cleavage. It was cut below the knee, and it had a belt that showed her slim waist. She was stunning.

"Wow, Kenni, you look terrific," I told her. I had already put on a white shirt and nice pants, but I now felt underdressed, and I told her so. "Let me put on a tie and we'll head out."

"Have a good night, you two!" Kim called after me as I left the office.

Kennedi took me to a fancy bistro-type place. Being only 20, she couldn't drink, so I chose not to either. She told me how, after high school, she had started working for me as an intern while she got an associate's degree. After that, she found a different tech company to work for full-time. Her new job had her working more for non-profit groups than large businesses. "They're great, Dad. When I first left your company, you were a little bummed, but you got over it when you saw what work I was doing. I feel like I'm doing good for the world." She beamed with pride, and I was proud of her.

Afterwards, we went to a park and walked around, listening to a few street musicians as we went. "So I want to know more about your personal life, you know, outside of work," I said as we walked. "I talked with Katie about her relationships, but she gave me the implication you've done better than her, romantically-speaking."

Kennedi blushed a bit. "Well, that depends on how you define success, I guess."

"How do you mean?"

"Katie's had a few boyfriends in her life. I've only really had one. But David was a really nice guy. We dated more than a year."

"He was a nice guy? Like he's not nice anymore?"

"I didn't mean it like that. He's still a nice guy, but moved to New York last year. We still talk every once in a while, but we're not dating anymore." She sat on a bench, and I joined her. "He's still a friend." She took out her cell phone and showed me a couple of pictures of herself with David.

"He looks like a respectable guy," I said, and meant it. "Did I like him?"

She laughed out loud at that. "You were a typical dad, Dad. You hated him at first, because he was stealing your little girl. But you got to know him and you got over it." She looked me in the eyes. "Plus, you knew I'd always be your little girl. No guy will change that."

I smiled. "Glad to hear that. But I want to see you happy. I hope you find someone."

She got misty-eyed, and replied, "I hope so too, but I'm not in a hurry. I've got plenty of time. And I've got you." Then she stood up and took my hand again. "And you owe me a massage. Let's go!"

When we got home, Kennedi went to her room to get out of her dress, so I gave her a minute to change. We saw Katie as she was heading for bed, and wished her a good night. She told us Kim had gone upstairs earlier, so I knew I wouldn't have to carry her upstairs again.

I also took the opportunity to get out of my nicer clothes, and into a more comfortable T-shirt and shorts, before I tapped on Kennedi's bedroom door. "Ready?"

"Ready!"

I opened the door, and found her lying face down on her bed. She was wearing a pair of sleeping shorts, but no shirt.

"I'm ready for my massage, Daddy!"

I gulped. Here I was again, with my second daughter, topless in front of me. I closed the door behind me, and sat on the bed next to her. "You don't have to be shirtless for this, you know."

"I just felt wearing a bra would get in the way." She wiggled her body, but stayed face down. "You can't see anything this way anyway, all my parts are hidden."

She was right, but I'd already seen her breasts, so I was still nervously aroused. I rubbed put my hands on the base of her neck, and started rubbing, working my way down. Every now and then, I'd hit a good spot and she'd give a little sigh. Or I'd hit a small tightness, and she'd let out an "Oh!"

When I got to her lower back, it was pretty tight. "Oh yes, I needed this," she muttered into her mattress. "Dad, can you sit on my legs? You'll get more pressure that way."

I lifted my right leg up and straddled her over her thighs. I was able to apply more force to her tight back muscles. But now my crotch was just below her behind, and I was getting more aroused by the new position.

I pushed my weight into her back, loosening her muscles, and drawing more appreciative moans. My hands continued going lower, until I got to the hem of her shorts. I was going to stop, and I started to lift my hands, but I heard from Kennedi, "Keep going, don't stop."

I dipped my thumbs just under her shorts. "How far down do you want me to go?"

"Keep going, I'll tell you when."

So I kept on, slowly massaging down her spine. Her shorts started to slide as I moved my hands, showing more skin, until I saw the very top of her crack.

"Oh, I've got an itch on my cheek, can you scratch it for me?"

I hesitated, and she noticed. "Dad, scratch it, it's driving me crazy!"

She was driving me crazy too, in a different way. I slid one hand into her shorts, realizing she wasn't wearing panties underneath. I scratched at the top of her butt cheek, hoping that's where it was.

"Lower please, Dad."

I moved my hand lower, still scratching lightly, and until I was basically cupping her right butt cheek in my palm, until she spoke again.

"Ah, that's good, now the other side. Please Dad?"

It was awkward to twist my right hand to get her left cheek, so I put my left hand inside her shorts too, and stratched that side. Now with both hands in her shorts, almost all of my daughter's ass was exposed to me, in addition to her whole back. It made my dick twitch in my shorts.

"Ahhh, thank you Dad." I heard, and took that as my cue to be done. I pulled up her shorts, and somehow it felt right to give her a small pat on her now-covered butt. I guessed it wasn't inappropriate, since it made her giggle. She sighed as I got up from her bed. "You're the best."

"You're welcome, sweetie." I said, heading for the door.

"Dad?" said Kennedi, and I turned around. She had sat up, but was covering her top half with her arms. "I know you're trying to remember everything. I really hope your memory returns soon."

"Me too, Kenni, me too." I replied with a smile.

Then she surprised me by getting up and grabbing me into a big hug. This would be normal, but with her hands around my body, her breasts were now pressed into me. "Thanks for the date night, Dad."

I hugged her back, trying not to appear uncomfortable. "I love you, Kenni."

"I love you too, Daddy." As she slipped out of the hug, her arms went back to her chest, each hand covering one breast from my view. "Well, good night."

"Good night," I replied, and left the room. My dick was hard as a rock, but she hadn't said anything, so I hoped it wasn't going to be awkward for us in the morning.

In the hall, all three girls' doors were shut, and the house was quiet. I went to my room, and found that the door was also shut, which I hadn't done. I opened it, and saw one of the small bedside lights was on. It illuminated a human-sized lump under the covers of my bed.

I walked over and put my hand on the lump's shoulder, and it giggled. "Hi Daddy."

"Kimmy," I said, pulling back the sheets to reveal her face, "what are you doing here? Why aren't you in your own room?"

"I wanted to sleep here again. And," she added, while blushing, "I wanted to, you know, do more of what we did last night." She pulled back more of the covers, showing that she was shirtless underneath.

I hadn't been able to see her last night, and I only got a far-away glimpse this morning when she had been topless by the pool. So I now took in her image. She was a topless goddess, with the most perfect, pert breasts. Her nipples stood out, like they were craving attention.

"Kimmy, you're really making it hard to say no to you."

"That's what I wanted. To make it hard," she cooed, reaching her small hand to my crotch. I was still hard from leaving Kennedi's room. "But I didn't expect you to be this hard this fast. Have you been having fun with Kennedi?" She gave me a naughty look.

"I was giving her that massage I owed her," I was suddenly on the defensive.

"Sure. Rubbing your hands on her body," she said, taking my hands and placing them on her small tits. "Pressing and kneading." The way she talked, the tone she was using, made me unconsciously knead her soft breasts. With that, she once again broke my resistance, and I had to have her.

I climbed into bed with her, and took one of her nipples into her mouth. "Oh Daddy, yes," she exclaimed. I suckled on it, playing with it with my tongue. I let my hands roam her back, and one grabbed her little ass through her cotton panties, pulling her body close to mine.

Her hands were yanking at my shorts, trying to pull them down, like she was desperate to touch me again. I pulled away from her just long enough to let her pull them down, then pulled her close to me again, with one of her tiny hands trapped between our bodies, grabbing my erection and not letting go.

I knew she wanted to play with me again, but I had other thoughts. I pushed her down on the bed, and put her hands up by her head. Now sitting above her, I stripped off my shirt, and kissed her chest. She sighed, and I continued kissing and nibbling down her body. When I got to her navel, my hands clutched her hips, and grabbed the sides of her tiny pink panties. I looked up at her face as I slowly pulled them down her thighs, to her knees. Her wide eyes looked back, and her mouth was parted slightly to allow her shallow breathing.Her pussy glistened by the light of the single lit lamp. I kissed it lightly, and she shuddered under me. I finished pulling her panties off, and parted her legs. She continued to look down, and I teased her by kissing the insides of her thighs. "Oh please, Daddy, please," she moaned.

I finally kissed her pussy again, and she was soaking wet. I took a slow lick, bottom to top, and she wiggled. She tasted like honey, like the nectar of the gods. I thought about how I was the first man to taste her sweetness. I grabbed one of the small pillows, handing it to her, and put a finger to my lips. She nodded, acknowledging she was to be quiet.

Then I dove in with my face, using my tongue to taste every bit of her most private place. She gripped the pillow between her arms, pressing it to her face, using it to muffle her squeals. I held her legs apart and continued my assault, lapping up her juices. After a minute, I slowly slipped a finger inside her, and licked at her tiny clit. It didn't take long before I felt her clench every muscle in her body, making noises into the pillow, "MHM! MHHH! MMMMHHH!"

I let her relax for just a few seconds, then kept going. I slipped a second finger inside, but it was slow at first because she was so tight. I arched my fingers upward, touching the top of her walls, and found her G-spot. She was now almost screaming into the pillow, biting it to keep quiet. I licked her clit more while rubbing her insides, and she came again, muscles clenching all over.

This time, I removed my fingers, and let her relax. She'd just had two large orgasms, and she needed to breathe. I took the pillow away from her, and saw her red face under her messy hair.

After she caught her breath a bit, she looked at me, and just said, "Oh. My. God. Daddy."

I chuckled. "Yes, Kimmy?"

"That. Was. So good." She grabbed my face and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips. When she broke the kiss, she was breathless again. "Oh. Oh God. I can't believe it. That was so good. I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow."

I wrapped my arms around her naked body. "Can I ask you a question?" She nodded. "Why was there a stack of your mom's old movies in your room?"

She giggled. "You saw that, huh? Educational purposes, I promise. Speaking of which," she reached down and found my dick in her hand, "I think this guy wants some attention."

I lay on my back, and let her take control. She kissed my stomach, and then took a good look at my face. I smiled back at her. Then she licked the head of my dick, coating the entire top with a mixture of her saliva and my pre-cum. Then she took the head into her mouth, working her tongue around it.

I laid there, and let her work her magic. She hadn't done this before, but I gathered that she'd watched enough videos, especially those of her mother, to learn the basics. She started taking more of my length in her mouth, but she couldn't take the whole thing. I brushed her hair back, and watched her eagerly sucking me.

I had been so excited the whole night, from Kennedi's massage and topless hug, through Kimmy's orgasms, that I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did. But as I got close, I groaned, "Kimmy, I'm going to come."

She nodded, but continued sucking. "I'm gonna, I'm coming!" I said, and launched a spurt of hot cum into her mouth. She choked on it at first, but continued sucking it all out of me, drinking it all down. When I was done, she licked her lips and opened her mouth, showing me she had swallowed it all down her throat.

"Did I do good Daddy?" she smiled.

"Oh yes, sweetie, you were great."

She settled into the crook of my arm, rubbing her face on my sheets to get any residuals off her mouth. "As good as mom?"

I had to think about that. "Well I can't remember that. But it was one of the best blowjobs I can remember. How about that?"

She smiled again, and gave me a small kiss. "I'll take it."

Then I lifted the covers over us, and she laid with me. "Goodnight, Kimmy."

"Goodnight Daddy." She fell asleep in a minute, and then so did I, with my youngest daughter naked in my arms.

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