Taboo Incest Sex Stories Chapter 1607 @2

I woke in the morning, alone again. Kim was gone, and I was thankful that she'd disappeared before we could be caught by her sisters. However, when I lifted the covers off my nude body, I spotted her pink panties that I'd stripped off her last night. I grinned at the thought of Kim darting down the hall, back to her room, completely naked. I think I'd have liked to see that.

My sheets smelled of Kim's juices. I made a mental note to wash them today. Then I took a shower and headed down for breakfast.

When I got to the table, Katie was just finishing her breakfast and was ready to leave for work. As it was Friday, she was dressed casually, in a white sweater and tight jeans, with her hair in a pony tail. She gave me a peck on the cheek before heading out the door.

Kennedi was working from home again today. She hadn't dressed yet, she was wearing the shorts from the night before and a loose T-shirt. I remembered her topless hug from last night as she chewed her bagel.

Kim was not around. When I asked, Kennedi said she was working out. I went down the hall to our small workout room and found her on a stationary bike, facing the other way. She was wearing a black sports bra and matching tight shorts. Her hair was up in a bun, and her neck was starting to glisten. She probably would have heard me coming in, but she had headphones in. I could hear the faint sound of workout music from where I stood in the doorway.

She turned her head and saw me, and gave me her naughty smile. "Good morning."

"Hi. You left me a souvenir." I pulled a tiny wad of pink out of my pocket.

She stopped pedaling and laughed. "I wondered wear those went."

I stuffed them back in my pocket. "I think I'll keep them."

"No way! I need those back!" She hopped off the bike and came towards me.

I decided to play with her. "What will you do to get them back?"

She bit her lip, looking very sexy. "What would you like me to do?" Then she stopped. "Are Katie and Kennedi still here?"

"Katie just left, but Kennedi said working from home today."

"Damn," Kim said. "Maybe I'll get them back later. Want to go swimming?"

"Maybe later," I told her. "I still need breakfast, and then I need to wash my sheets. They smell like you."

Kim's naughty smile came out again. "You go ahead and do that. I'll just have to make them smell like me again." She left the workout room, calling after her, "Don't forget, it's my turn to have a date night."

After lunch, it was time for my follow-up appointment with Dr. Jenkins. I wasn't sure on the directions to the hospital, but I insisted on driving anyway, with both Kennedi and Kim riding with me. They had wanted to attend the appointment with me. Katie had wanted to come too, but couldn't take the day off, so she demanded that her sisters provide a full update.

I thought back to Tuesday, the day of my accident where I hit my head, losing my memory. Dave Jenkins had been the doctor on duty, so he helped me try to reacquaint myself to my reality. But with his easy demeanor, I could also see us becoming friends.

I led the girls into his office, and he greeted all three of us with a handshake. "How are you, Jim? Any progress?"

"Well, I still can't remember much, but I did have a flash of memory a couple days ago," I told him. I told him about the dream I had about the car accident, how I had it twice, and how I seemed to recall more details about it the second time.

Dave gave a serious look. "Well, it sounds like a memory trying to resurface. And it does sound like a traumatic experience. Is this something you'd want to forget?"

I thought of the fear I felt on that day. "I'd want to forget how afraid I felt. That we'd be killed or paralyzed, because someone drove at us."

"Why do you think they were driving at you intentionally?"

"The way the wheels turned on the other car, they swerved to hit us head-on."

Dave frowned. "And you can't remember anything from that moment until Tuesday?"

I thought hard, and it gave me a headache. "I'm still fuzzy about details that happened before that accident. Like I'm starting to remember my wife Kasidy, how we met and how I loved her, and how she loved me." I glanced at the girls, who were sitting on a couch nearby. "I remember Kasidy was pregnant with Katie at the time of the car accident. But nothing after that."

"Sounds like the memory barrier involves that accident, Jim," Dave said. "Why don't you do more research about it, and see if that jogs your memory?"

Kennedi piped up, "Dad, you can ask Pete about it, right?"

"Who's Pete?" asked Dave.

"He's my business partner, and my friend from way back. He would know more about it." I smiled at Kennedi. "Thanks, I'll ask him about it later."

Dave continued. "You could probably also find out more from the police. I'm betting they'd have a record of the accident, and who was driving the other car." He stood up and said, "I'm not really I psychologist, but it sounds like you're repressing something about this memory. Maybe if you remember more about that, you'll remember more about other things, too."

When we got home, Kennedi went back to her work, but she said she'd look into getting more details from the policy database about the car accident. Kim and I went into my office to contact Pete.

I still couldn't remember my password. Kim had to sign in, and contact Pete for me. I grinned when his face appeared on the screen again. "Hey, Pete!"

"Hey Jimmy! Any news?" He grinned back.

I shook my head. "I'm still having memory issues, but I remembered something about a car accident."

Pete's eyes got wide. "Oh. Yeah. You never liked to talk about that before."

"That's what my mom said, when I talked to her a couple days ago. Did you know I had a scar on my back?"

"Umm, yeah, yeah I did." Pete said. He seemed apprehensive to talk about it.

"Pete, everything okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course. I just... I'd rather talk about it in person, if it's all the same to you."

That didn't sound good. "Pete, is this a big deal?"

He looked odd when he responded. I saw he was looking over my shoulder, at Kim. I got the impression that whatever it was, he didn't want Kim to hear it. "Yeah, it's kind of a big deal. Let's talk tomorrow morning. I'll come over to your house around 10:00, okay?"

"Okay. See you soon."

If Kim noticed his uneasiness about her standing there, she didn't let on. "That was weird," was all she said after Pete hung up.

"Yeah, he's usually pretty chatty." I said, still wondering. If it was really something that significant, maybe it held the key to remembering everything.

Katie got home early from work, and I was filling her in on my day so far. I told her about Pete coming tomorrow, but I didn't mention how awkward he looked in his call. Kennedi came down to join us, holding a couple of print-outs in her hand.

"So I found some details about the accident." She sat at on the couch next to me, showing me the pages. They showed a police report, with the date and location, and there was a description of the cars involved. I also saw a picture of my car, the car I remembered buying after college, very smashed in.

"So this says the car that hit you and mom was a black sedan," Kennedi pointed at the page. "License plate BB69SLZ, one man inside, but he was never identified."

"Why not?"

"Looks like his car caught fire when the cars collided, and his face was too badly burned."

"No ID? No way to tell from the license plate?"

Kennedi frowned. "If there was, it's not in here."

I closed my eyes. I could see the oncoming car in my mind, the black sedan, saw it turn toward us. I opened my eyes again. "Is there anything about how the accident happened?"

"The description just says the other car lost control, went left of center, and smashed into your car."

I was irritated. "That's not what happened! That car intentionally steered at us. Why isn't that in there?"

Kennedi and Katie both looked frightened at my outburst. Admittedly, it was the loudest I'd been in the last three days. Kennedi spoke first, "Maybe the police had no proof of that?"

Katie added, "And since that guy died in the accident, there's no way to prove it now."

I took a deep breath, and settled myself. "I'm sorry. I got too riled up." Katie moved from her chair to the couch, on the other side of me from Kennedi. They both hugged me close, and it helped me calm down.

Just then, Kim came into the room and saw our positions. She smirked, saying, "Hey now, he's mine tonight, you two had your turn!"

She was smoking hot in a silver cocktail dress that was cut above the knees. She had curled her hair a bit, and done her makeup. She was amazing.

Kennedi was the first to speak. "Oh my God, Kim."

Katie joined in with the same shocked tone. "Where'd you get that dress? You look like... like..."

I whispered, when she paused, "Kasidy. You look like your mom." My eyes teared up. "You look so much like her."

She wrapped her arms around me, saying, "Thank you Daddy."

I looked back at the older two sisters. They also had tears in their eyes. "You do look like mom, Kimmy," said Katie. "Is that her dress?"

Kim nodded. "I know we donated a bunch of her stuff, but I couldn't let go of this dress. It's amazing." She gave a turn, and she was right, it flattered her figure perfectly.

I cleared the tears from my eyes, and told her, "You look gorgeous, Kimmy, Now you stay right here, I'll go change and be back in just a minute."

Kim gave me directions to her favorite restaurant, a high-end Italian place called Bruno's. Apparently my family had been regulars there, because right after we were seated, Bruno himself came over to welcome us back.

Over dinner, I told Kim about the police report that Kennedi had found. She was flabbergasted on my behalf. "It didn't say the other car was at fault?"

"It said the other car lost control, but it was clearly being controlled at us."

"Why would someone steer their car at you?"

I certainly couldn't think of anyone who'd hate me so much, they'd want me dead. I shrugged. "I don't know."

After we ate, Kim took my keys, insisting that she drive. When I asked where we were going, she just winked at me and said, "It's a surprise."

She drove us downtown, and pulled into the parking garage of a large building. "We're at the company headquarters, aren't we?" I guessed.

She nodded. "Yup. We're going to your office. I've always loved the view, and at night, we'll be able to see the whole city lit up."

The corner office on the 38th floor was amazing. We kept the office lights off so we could see the stars in the sky, and the lights on the buildings. I was astounded by the magnificence of it all.

Kim stood next to me by the windows. I put my arm around her shoulders. "Thanks for bringing me here. You're right, the view is fantastic."

"I'm glad you like it," she said, still looking out over the city. "Does it bring back any memories here?"

I turned and looked around the office. I spotted a two picture frames on the desk. One held myself and the three girls. It must have been recent, since they all looked more or less the same as now.

The other frame held an older picture, and it made me tear up a bit. It showed myself, Kasidy, and Pete, all holding up a banner with the WD Inc. logo on it. It must have been right when Pete and I were getting our corporation started, with Kasidy as our first major backer. I looked at her hand in the picture, and on it was an engagement ring with no wedding band. That placed the picture around 2001, possibly early 2002, before we were married.

Then I noticed what we were wearing. Pete and I were wearing suits with ties, but Kasidy was wearing a sparkling silver dress, smiling so widely.

I held up the picture to Kim. "You're wearing this dress."

Kim nodded, smiling. "I know. That's why I wore it tonight, and brought you here. I don't think we have this picture at home, but I remember you kept it here."

I pulled her in for a hug. Then I whispered in her ear, "Can I ask you something?" She nodded. "Katie told me you girls tried to set me up on a date with another woman, about a year ago." Another nod. "She didn't know why I didn't seem to care for her, but I think you know, don't you?" Another nod. "Why didn't I see her again?"

"I hated her." She said, muffled into my shoulder.

"Why?"

Kim broke our hug and looked at me, tears in her eyes. "Because she wasn't Mom!" she yelled.

"Kimmy, no one can be your mom..."

"I know! But she wasn't anything like her! You deserve better than that! You deserve someone else like Mom."

I started getting a clearer image of what was going on here. Her hair style. Her dress. Her watching the DVDs. Her showing up in my bed. "Kimmy," I started, trying to be very delicate, "are you trying to be your mom?"

She hung her head down, tears on her cheeks. "I want you to be happy. And you were happiest with Mom." She looked back up at me, and my heart broke. "And I love you. Not just as a daughter. I want to be yours."

Things clicked into place. She idolized her mother, and loved her father, so much that she wanted to fill the void in her life. She could take over where her mom left off. "Kimmy, I love you too, but I want you to be yourself. I don't need you to become your mother."

"I know." She wiped her face. "But I brought you here to help you remember. Remember your life. With Mom."

I pulled her in for another hug. We stood there for a long time, until she relaxed in my arms.

"I also brought you here for another reason." She finally broke the silence. "I love you, and I wanted you to be with me. Here," she gestured to the stars and the lit-up skyline, "away from home. Away from my sisters." Then she took my chin in her hand, and tilted her head up to kiss me.

It was a beautiful kiss, and in it I felt my love for my daughter, my passion for my wife, and my need to love this woman. It was like a kiss from a movie.

She stood back from me, and reached behind her. She slowly unzipped the sparkling silver dress, and shook it from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She hadn't bothered with undergarments beneath it, so she now stood before me, fully nude, her pretty body lit by the night's lights outside.

"Daddy, I want you to take me. I want you to be my first."

I stepped to her and kissed her again, mad with desire. She could never replace her mother, but in that moment, I wanted to make love to this beautiful girl, to claim her as mine. My arms lifted her from the floor, and I carried her over to the leather sofa on the wall. I laid her there, and she looked so small on the large piece of furniture.

I stripped out of my clothes while she sat and watched with wide, hopeful eyes. Then I knelt on the floor, taking in all of her beauty. I leaned in and kissed her neck, and she sighed in my ear, "Yes, yes daddy."

I kissed down her chest, paying attention to each of her small breasts along the way. My hands held her sides, and her hands went to my head, fingers in my hair. I stuck my tongue out and licked at her navel a little, and she giggled.

Then I was at her flower, licking her lips gently and slowly. It was driving her mad. I felt her writhing around, trying to get more of my mouth on her. Her pussy was so wet, I put a finger inside in one motion, and she gasped out loud.

I realized that the advantage to being here was that no one was around to hear her pleasurable noises. It was past 10:00 by now, so even the cleaning staff would have gone home. I moved my finger more rapidly, and attacked her clit with my tongue, and made her squeal loudly, "Oh! OH! Oh yes Daddy!" I didn't let up, and she kept going, "Oh! Oh yes! Oh I'm coming! I'm coming DADDY, DADDY OH!" Her body tensed up, and she shook under me. I sat back and let her come down from her euphoria, watching her breathing rapidly. "Oh my God, that was good."

Then I guided her little teen body so she was in the center of the sofa, rear end just at its edge. I lined myself up and pointed my dick at her still-wet pussy. "Is this what you want, Kimmy?" I rubbed her lips with the small head. "Do you want this inside you?"

"Yes, Daddy, please fuck me. Please put your dick in me, please fuck your little girl."

I pushed forward slowly. She was so tight, and her face scrunched up. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, Daddy, it's just big, keep going!"

I pulled out a little bit, then pushed forward more, then again, and again. It took several big pushes to get myself in as far as I could, then I started slowly fucking her. She was so tight, I used all my will power not to explode right away. But when I looked up from her pussy to her face, she was staring back at me, biting her lip. She made a small "mmm" sound with each thrust.

As her vagina loosened a bit, a was able to give more motion, and I started fucking her harder. I eventually got myself all the way inside her, and felt it was a perfect fit.

But we kept eye contact, and her moaning gradually got louder. Without stopping, I slowed down, just enough to ask her, "Kimmy, are you on birth control?"

She nodded. "Yes Daddy."

"Can I come inside you?"

Her eyes lit up. "Oh yes, please come inside me Daddy, I want to feel it."

I picked up the speed then, trying to make her get her second orgasm before I got to my first. With each thrust, she exclaimed a different word, "Oh! Oh! Daddy! Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Daddy! Oh! Fuck! Me!"

I felt her breathing change and knew she was close. I picked up more speed and drove her over the edge, and she screamed, "YES OH GOD! OH DADDY!" Her pussy squeezed me, and that was enough to make me hit my climax. I thrust all the way inside of her and exploded, spurt after spurt, filling up my youngest daughter.

When I was done, I collapsed to the floor, breathing so hard, and she fell from the couch and landed on me. She kissed me, rubbing her naked body against mine, both of us covered in sweat and the jizz that was now leaking from between her legs.

After we had both recovered, I whispered to her, "I love you so much, sweetie."

"I love you too, Daddy. Thank you."

I sat up and we both got on our feet. "Come on, Kimmy, let's get dressed and try to clean up after ourselves." I grabbed some tissues from the desk to wipe up some of the excess semen from the rug. "I'm sure your sisters are wondering where we are so late."When I had gotten home with Kim, it was past 11:00, and by that time both of Kim's sisters were in bed. I gave Kim a quick kiss goodnight, which turned into a longer kiss, but she did sleep in her own room that night.

The next morning, I felt an hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me, and a whisper, "Dad?"

Without opening my eyes, I mumbled, "Kimmy?"

"No, it's me," said Katie, "wake up."

I opened my eyes and spotted Katie above me. Her smiling face and long blonde hair over her shoulders. I saw bare shoulders and got wide-eyed, thinking she was topless, but realized she was wearing a strapless bikini top. "Hi sweetie," I croaked. I cleared my throat, and asked, "What time is it?"

"Almost 9. I thought you'd want to get ready before Pete shows up."

"Yes, thanks." I sat up. "Are you going to the pool?"

"Yes, the sun is perfect today. All three of us will be outside sunning, if you know what I mean."

I assumed that meant topless. "Got it. I'll give you privacy. Just cover up before Pete gets here."

She headed to the door, ready to go, but then turned back for a second. "You slept it pretty late. Whatever activities Kim had you doing last night must have wore you out." Then she was gone, down the hall.

I muttered to myself, "You have no idea."

I showered and got dressed, but managed to get in some time spying on the girls from an upstairs window. I hadn't seen Katie out there yet, so I marveled at her fantastic body. Studying her lying next to Kennedi, it was easy to see how the two of them would be mistaken for twins. In the right outfits, or in this case, no outfits at all, they were almost identical.

I thought about that for a minute, then went back to my room and found the photo album. It listed their birthdates. I realized they were only about 10 months apart, meaning Katie would have been just born when I got Kasidy pregnant again with Kennedi. We must have wanted Katie to have a sister right away. Or maybe we were just horny to do it again, after going months without.

At about 9:30, Pete texted me that he had something else come up, and he'd like to come over for dinner instead. I replied that was fine with me. I went outside to tell the girls about the change in plans. I made a show of covering my eyes with my hand, though I admit I was peeking through my fingers a bit.

"Daddy, you should grill something for dinner," said Kimmy.

"Yes please! That's a great idea," added Katie. "I think there's steaks in the freezer. If you take them out, they'll thaw before then."

I went inside and perused the freezer, finding no steaks. I went back to the door and called, "Katie, I don't see any steaks in here."

She sat up, re-snapping her bikini top. "I swear I saw some in there." She went in with me, and rummaged for a few minutes, and came to the same conclusion. "I guess not. Sorry. We'll have to get some at the store."

She stood up, facing me. I realized that she'd been in the freezer too long, based on how her nipples were now protruding through the fabric of her top.

She realized I was staring. "I guess it's cold in there."

"Yeah, must be the change of temperature from the heat outside."

She smiled, and hugged herself close to me. "Warm me up, will you?"

I wrapped my arms around her back, and rubbed her up and down, shoulders to waist, as she'd just come from the frozen tundra. And I felt her hard nipples pressing into my chest, and my dick started to engorge at the thought.

I was only wearing gym shorts at the time, so she felt it pressing against her belly. "Dad, is that...?"

I quickly released the hug and stepped away. "I'm sorry, that was..."

She pulled me in for another hug. "It's okay, Dad. I know things are confusing for you right now. Since you can't remember the last 20 years, you're probably remembering Mom, and she used to... take care of you."

"I, uhh..." The way she said those last few words made my dick twitch in my pants.

"I'm sure you don't remember this, but when I was a teenager, you caught me spying on you while you were getting dressed. I just wanted to see you naked," she whispered, making sure her sisters couldn't hear.

"Really?" I found it hard to believe. "You're making that up."

"No, I'm not. You grounded me for a month."

I laughed. "Good. No spying on your naked father."

"What about spying on your daughters?"

Busted. "What?" I tried to play it off.

"I know you check us out from time to time. I don't really mind, neither does Kenni. But I don't know if Kimmy knows yet."

I didn't say anything, but I'd already gone far further with Kim than just looking at her boobs. "Ah. Okay. If it's okay with her, does that mean I'm allowed to swim while you're out tanning?"

"I'll ask, but I don't think that will be a problem. I mean, you're our dad, you've seen us all naked before, right?"

"Except I can't remember it."

"But you will, I'm sure of it." She winked as she went back outside.

Turns out, all three girls were okay with it. I put on my trunks and went out for a swim. I did more laps, pushing myself, thinking I'd want to get back into my younger self's shape. If there was ever another race against my girls, I planned to put up a much stronger showing.

Kimmy and Kennedi both ignored me, both laying on their stomachs. But I noticed Katie still laying on her back, chair tilted up so she could watch me. She smiled when she saw me look her way. From where I was in the pool, her topless body looked amazing, and she made no attempts to cover herself.

When I finished, I walked towards them and sat down. "Looking good out there, Dad," said Katie.

"Well," I gestured to my body, "I used to be in better shape. I'm thinking if I keep swimming, I can lose some of this dad bod."

"You don't have a dad bod, Dad," Katie said. "You look good for your age."

Kennedi rolled over and pointed her bare chest at the sky. "Yeah, you do. Now Pete, he's got a dad bod."

Based on what I'd seen in the video chats, Pete had put on some weight. "Now that you mention it, is Pete a dad?"

Kennedi nodded. "He got married a few years after you did, but they're split up now. They had two boys, Jackson and Jeremy. We used to hang out occasionally, when you and Mom and Pete got together."

Kimmy shuddered, still on her stomach. "Ew."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Jackson tried to kiss me once, when we were sixteen. I told him it was weird." She turned over to look at us. "I mean, I know he's not related, but he's almost like our cousin, you know?"

The other two girls nodded in understanding. I was suddenly angry at Pete's eldest son for trying to kiss my girl. "I hope that's all he tried to do."

"Don't worry Daddy," she grinned, "right now, you're the only man in my life." When her sisters weren't looking, she winked, emphasizing her statement's double meaning.

Sitting with three topless young blondes was doing wonders for my ego, especially knowing that I'd had sex with one last night. But they were still my daughters, so I was trying to control my erection, with little success. Kimmy saw it right away, and licked her lips knowingly. Kennedi wasn't looking, and I guessed her eyes were closed under her sunglasses. But Katie was looking, and also trying not to look. I decided to take myself out of the awkward situation. I covered myself with my towel, and headed into the house.

As I was climbing the stairs, I realized that Katie followed had me inside. "Dad?"

I got to the top of the stairs, and she quickly followed to join me. "What's up sweetie?"

"Remember our conversation from the kitchen?"

"Yes, what about it?"

She looked down at my swim trunks, then back to my face. "I was wondering if, now that I'm grown, we can revisit the whole No Spying on Naked Father rule."

"Um, I'm sorry?"

"I was wondering if I can see it. See you. Naked."

I guessed that she had been aroused a bit from recalling that memory from years ago. Then she watched me exercise, and probably thought about it more.

"You want to see my dick."

She hesitated, biting her lip, then said, "Yes. I want to see your dick."

It was really hard to say no. I even thought, would I be a hypocrite to fuck one daughter, but sternly rebuke another for having similar thoughts? "Are your sisters still outside?" She nodded, silently. "Come with me."

I took her hand and led her into my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind us. I sat her on the bed, and stood in front of her. "You can't tell your sisters."

She nodded. "I promise."

"Promise what?" I asked. She looked confused, so I clarified, "I need you to say it."

"I promise I'll never tell my sisters that I looked at your dick." It sounded so naughty coming out of her mouth.

I pulled my shorts down, and let them pool at my feet. I was now naked in front of my eldest daughter. Her eyes widened, and she looked very closely. "It's bigger than I thought." It started to grow in front of her.

"Bigger than your ex-boyfriend?"

"Much bigger. Can I... can I touch it?"

"I thought you were only going to look."

She blushed. "Can I do more than look?" Then she stood, reaching behind her, and unsnapped her top, releasing her breasts once more.

I took her hand and stood her up. "How much more do you want to do?"

She looked at me, still blushing, and kissed my lips softly. "More."

Her hand touched my stomach, and drifted downwards, and grabbed me. I responded by putting my hands on her waist, and bringing her in for another, longer kiss. She parted her lips, and I slipped my tongue inside, tasting her mouth, and she tasted mine. My hands drifted up her sides, and gently fondled her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, and so was my cock, throbbing in her hand.

I guided her back to the bed, where we lay side by side. She didn't want to let go of my dick, continuing to work it with her hands, up and down. I brought my head to her neck, nibbling gently, and she gasped. Then I kissed down to her breast, taking her nipple into my mouth. She let out a quiet, "Oh! Oh yes!" as I teased her with my tongue. Meanwhile, my hand slipped downwards, cupping her warm snatch over her bikini bottoms. My fingers pushed in a bit and found where her lips separated, and rubbed her through the material.

She let me continue like that for a minute, and her handwork on me slowed as she concentrated on her own body's signals. Then she whispered to me, "You feel so good. I want you inside me."

I stopped sucking on her breasts, and looked her in the eye. I asked her, "Do you want your Daddy to fuck you?"

She nodded, desperately, but I wouldn't let her off the hook that easy. "I want you to say it," I told her, as my fingers continued rubbing her through her bottoms.

"I want my Daddy to fuck me. Fuck my pussy Daddy."

That was what I wanted to hear. I rose from the bed, and grabbed her bottoms from her hips, pulling them down and off. She spread her legs to expose that juicy pink flower. Like Kimmy, she was completely shaved. I couldn't resist putting my face there first, and tasting her. She sighed when I took my first lick, "Oh Daddy, yes."

But I only took a taste, and was ready for the main course. I kneeled over her gorgeous body, holding my dick in my hand, and aimed it at her entrance. I watched her face, as she nodded once more, then I pushed forward slowly. Her mouth opened into an O, and stayed that way as I stretched her insides with my girth. She was tight, not as tight as Kimmy had been, but still so tight and warm. I pulled out an inch, then back in two more, then out another inch, then in another two, over and over, until I was finally inside all the way. I looked down at where we were joined. Kim was taking me in all the way, like a perfect fit.

I looked back at her face. "What's inside you right now?" I asked, teasingly.

"My daddy's big dick," she replied. "Please fuck me Daddy."

I pulled out some, then started my rhythm. She was getting more wet, and it became more easy to slip in and out. Soon, she started making "mmm, mmm" noises with each thrust. The whole time, she watched me as I worked myself in and out, and she did her best from her prone position to match my rhythm.

This was amazing. Twelve hours ago, I had fucked a petite young blonde virgin, in my downtown office, and come inside her pretty body. Now I was fucking her beautiful older sister, making her large tits wiggle with each thrust. The fact that they were both my daughters was something I was trying not to think about at this moment, something I'd have to settle with later.

Katie's breathing changed, and I knew she was closing in on her climax. "Daddy, oh fuck, Daddy, it's so good!" she squealed. I picked up the pace, intent on driving her over the edge. "Daddy, yes, yes, Daddy, oh I'm coming!" she cried out loud, then her body convulsed, twitching once, twice, three times. I paused to let her come back to Earth. "Oh my god, Daddy, that was amazing!"

Her body was angelic, her perfect tits rose and fall with her heavy breathing, and her skin glistened with sweat. I was reminded more of her mother in that moment. I started thrusting in her again. She continued with her noises, saying "mmm, oh" with each thrust.

Then I pulled out, much to her surprise. She was going to object until I told her to turn over. She smiled and flipped onto her stomach, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, showing me her magnificent ass. As perfect as I thought her breasts were, her ass was just as perfect. I held her cheeks in each hand and pushed myself back into her waiting pussy. "Ohh yes!" she cried.

I fucked her from behind, ramming her, making her call out on each thrust. As she neared her next orgasm, I was nearing mine, and I told her, "Baby, I'm gonna cum in you."

"Yes Daddy, come inside me, make me yours," came the excited reply.

I yelled "Ahhh!" as I let loose, spraying her insides with my jizz, and that triggered her second climax. I could feel her insides squeezing my cock, almost milking all of the semen out of it. When my dick stopped throbbing, I pulled out, and collapsed on the bed next to her.

She flipped me onto my back and laid her naked body on top, crushing me with her boobs. She kissed me deeply, then said, "Thank you Daddy" with a big smile.

I had to ask, "So what brought all that on?"

She laid her head on my shoulder. "I had been noticing you were acting different since your injury. But good different. You were still you, but more energetic, more youthful." She wrapped her hand around my now deflating dick, still covered in juices. "But then I felt this in the kitchen, and saw the shape of it in your wet swim trunks." She giggled. "I just decided I wanted to at least see it."

"And more."

"And more," she agreed, then giggled again. "I think I've got plenty for now, and it's dribbling out of me." Then she got up, and headed for the door. "I'm going to shower. Thanks again Dad. I love you!"

"I love you too, Katie." Then she was gone, closing the door after, and I fell asleep.I woke up an hour later, still naked and sticky. I took a quick shower, got dressed, and then straightened up my bed so it didn't look obvious that hot, father-daughter sex had just occurred there.

I went downstairs and didn't see anyone, but found a note on the kitchen counter. "Dad, Kimmy and I went to the grocery store for food tonight. Text me if you want anything. Love Katie." Underneath her name she wrote two hearts. I wondered if they symbolized the two daughters who were gone, or the two orgasms I'd just given her.

That left Kennedi unaccounted for, so I assumed she was still home somewhere. I searched the downstairs, but she wasn't anywhere there, or out by the pool. I was going to check upstairs, when I heard a shower turn on above my head, answering my question for me.

I watched some TV for a few minutes, but about 10 minutes in, I heard a crashing thud from upstairs, followed by a loud "OWWW!"

I raced upstairs to investigate. Katie had her own shower (a perk of being the oldest), while Kennedi and Kim shared one that was off the hallway. I put my ear to the door and called to her, "Kenni? Are you okay? What was that crash?"

"I'm okay, I just fell in the shower." A brief pause, then "Ow! Oh! Ow! Okay, I'm less okay than I thought. I think I sprained my ankle."

"Do you need help?"

"No, I... well yes. I can't get up. Not without hurting myself. Can you... can you just help me stand up?"

I cracked the door open, thankful that it wasn't locked. "Okay, I'm coming in." I stepped inside, and spotted her on the floor of the tub. She was trying to keep some modesty by covering her crotch with one hand, and her nipples with her other arm, though I'd already seen her topless.

I took in the situation. The water was still running, spraying her body, so I turned that off. "Give me your hand, I'll help you up." She uncovered her breasts, showing them to me again, and I took her hand and lifted her up a bit. My other arm went behind her back to help lift.

She kept her left foot on the floor of the tub, but her right leg was lifted, indicating that was the one that she hurt. "What a pair we make, huh?" I asked as I set her upright. "Me tripping on my bathroom rug, you falling in the tub. You didn't lose your memory too, did you?"

A smile appeared on her face. "Ha ha. Not that I know of. But I guess clumsy is hereditary."

"You bet." Now that she was up, she put her arms on the handles inside, turning away slightly so I couldn't see her front, but I saw her cute butt in its fullness. Then I spotted a pink plastic thing on the tub floor. "What's that?" I said, picking it up.

"No! That's nothing!" she yelped, grabbing it from my hand. "It's nothing, I'm fine now."

Her naked body had turned towards me when she grabbed it, and her face and neck were now blushing beet red. Based on her embarrassment, I realized what it was. "Oh. Okay. Well, do you want help getting out?"

She put the plastic item on the small shelf, and said, "Yes, please," with her head down.

I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, then took her arm and helped her out of the tub. She planted her left foot back on the floor, and sat on the closed lid of the toilet. "Thanks Dad."

"Let me take a look at your ankle." She held her foot out for me, and I kneeled down to look it over. No obvious scratches or bleeding, but a good bruise was starting to bloom under the skin. "Hmm. You're going to need this wrapped. And iced. But you'll be fine in a couple days."

I rubbed her ankle and looked up at her face, but in between my eye caught a glimpse of what was hiding under her towel. Her neat pussy lips, framed by a small landing strip of fine blonde hair, was just barely visible. "How'd you fall?"

She hesitated, not wanting to tell me. "You know how I fell."

I nodded, "I'm guessing. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't guessing wrong."

"I was using my toy," she admitted, confirming my suspicions. "My legs got wobbly when I, you know, and I fell." She was beet red from her face to her shoulders.

I briefly thought about her doing that, naked in the shower, using her vibrator between her legs. I tried to push the thought away and keep my composure. "I'll let you finish up in here. Where do we keep medical supplies?"

"Downstairs, in the kitchen, left of the fridge there's a first aid kit."

I went to find it. When I returned, she was now dressed in a robe and had her towel around her hair. Her pink plastic friend was gone, but I thought I saw it hiding in the robe's pocket. She sat and let me wrap her ankle tightly in an Ace bandage. Then I helped her to her feet, and down the hall back to her room.

"I'll let you get dressed, sweetie. I'll be just down the hall in my office if you need me."

"Thanks Dad. And Dad?" she asked, before I could walk away.

"Yes?"

"Could you not tell Katie and Kim about, you know, what I was doing?"

"Sure, Kenni. It's our secret."

I was still in the office staring at my locked computer screen when Kennedi hobbled into the doorway. She was now wearing a blue tanktop, with a white bra strap visible on her shoulder, and loose-fitting black shorts. "Dad, can you give me a hand getting down the stairs?"

"Absolutely." I stood up and got to her side, helping her down the hall.

"This is your fault, you know," she said, while trying to put weight on her right foot.

"My fault?"

"I heard you," she said, not looking at me at first, then she turned and our eyes met. "You and Katie. I heard you."

I was busted again. "You heard us."

"I came inside, and heard Katie in your room. She's not exactly quiet, Dad."

"Ah. Well, things got carried away. We shouldn't have done that."

"I didn't say that," she said, as we reached the top of the stairs. "I don't know if she told you, but Katie's first time was a really bad experience."

I nodded. "She told me, yes."

"It's nice that she got to have a good experience for a change. And who better than with a man that loves her and cares about her? I know you'll never hurt her."

"So, you're okay with it?"

"I guess so. Now, how do we get down the stairs?"

I picked her up in my arms, but she was heavier than Kim, and I too was afraid of dropping her. So I got her to climb on my back, and I descended the stairs slowly, carrying her piggy-back.

When we got to the bottom, I set her down. "I'm glad you're not super appalled." I told her. "But you haven't told me how your injury is my fault."

"Well, when I heard you and Katie, I listened for a minute. Then that minute turned into a few minutes." She was blushing again.

I figured it out. "You got turned on."

"Yeah. And, well, I haven't gotten myself any action since David moved away."

I measured my next question very carefully before I asked it. "Does it turn you on knowing your dad was having sex with your sister?"

She hesitated, but eventually said, "Yeah. Is that weird?"

I laughed. "No, not at all." I kissed her forehead.

She smiled, but then said, "We probably shouldn't tell Kim about any of this, though. I'm not sure how she would react."

I knew she'd probably be okay with it, but for Kennedi's sake, I agreed. "Right, she doesn't need to know."

I had just gotten Kennedi settled on the sofa with an icepack on her ankle, when I heard the door open in the kitchen. Katie and Kim were carrying in grocery bags. As they set the bags down, Katie spotted the icepack. "What happened to you?"

"I fell. Dad had to carry me downstairs," Kennedi replied sheepishly.

I added, "It looks like a sprain. She'll be fine in a couple days." I patted her shoulder. "I don't fancy any more hospital visits right now, do you?"

She shook her head. "Not for me."

I helped the other two girls with the groceries. They had bought some steaks and other things for tonight, including some beer. Kimmy said she'd put together the side dishes while I grilled the meat. When Kim had gone to sit with Kennedi, I pulled Katie aside and talked in a hushed tone. "Hey, about earlier..."

She grinned, "Are you asking to go again?"

I hadn't anticipated that, and it made me stutter. "Again? No. Well, maybe, but that's not what I was going to say." I gained my composure, then said, "If there's a next time, you'll need to be quieter."

She looked confused, then realized my implication. "They heard us?"

"Kenni did. I haven't talked to Kimmy."

"What did she say?"

"She heard you being loud in my room. Her words. But she didn't seem too disturbed. She just wanted to make sure Kim didn't find out."

Katie nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that might be weird. Thanks for the heads up. And thanks again for before."

I playfully pinched her cute butt, making her squirm. "No, thank you."

That afternoon, Kim went full homemaker mode, knowing that Pete was coming over for dinner. She cleaned the kitchen thoroughly, and vacuumed the entire first floor, despite me saying Pete wouldn't care.

I was comfortable on the couch, keeping Kennedi company. Kim came over and kissed me on the forehead. "I'm going out," she declared.

"Why?"

"I'm getting some flowers. For our dinner table." She grabbed her keys and left.

"Don't bother arguing, Dad. She gets that way sometimes," Kennedi told me.

"She doesn't have to go through the trouble."

"But she wants to. She wants to cook, clean, and entertain guests. She'd be great in the hospitality industry. Or entertainment, like party planning." Kennedi squirmed herself closer to me, and I wrapped an arm around her.

"Have you seen Katie?"

"She's on a work call. She'll be upstairs for a while, those calls always take over an hour." She looked at me. "Why?"

"I feel bad about making you fall," I simply said. "Is there some way I can make it up to you?" I left it open to her interpretation.

She understood what I meant. "Well, since I fell, I didn't really get to... you know, finish?"

"Ah. And perhaps a gentleman like me can assist with such a task?"

"A true gentleman would."

"I'd be honored," I said, making a small seated bow, and she giggled. I took her face in my hand, gently bringing it to mine. Our lips met. I think it was awkward for her at first, but only for a half-second, because she put her arm around my neck and kissed me back.

I put my hand on her tummy, finding my way under her shirt, and left it on her bare skin, as we continued kissing. She didn't stop me, so I left it drift downward, until my fingers slipped under her shorts but over her panties. My long third finger found her warm spot, and she opened her legs to allow me easier access. She moaned into my mouth as I rubbed her clit through the cotton material.

I saw that as a sign she was ready for more, but I wanted to hear it from her. I broke our kiss to ask her, "Do you want my fingers inside you?"

"Yes."

I kissed her neck, and kept rubbing her through her panties, feeling them start to soak up her dampness. "I want to hear you say it."

"I want your fingers in me. I want my Daddy to finger me."

I withdrew my hand and slipped it in again, this time inside her panties. I found her spot again quickly, so wet for me. I rubbed her lips up and down, coating my fingers, before I slipped my middle finger inside. She gasped, "Yes! Like that!"

I worked my finger in and out of her pussy. She was biting her lip trying not to make a lot of noise. I moved my mouth back to hers, kissing her to muffle her sound. Then I worked a second finger inside. She made a squealing noise, and another when my thumb grazed her sensitive clit. I kept my mouth on hers, keeping her quiet, as I manipulated her insides. I picked up speed gradually, going faster and faster, feeling her breathing and moaning increase, and eventually, she clenched up in my arms. I felt her pussy grip my fingers three, four, five times, before she was passed the peak and winding down.

I withdrew my hand, and licked one of my fingers. "I like this flavor." She giggled. "It's delicious."

"Oh my God, Daddy," she said, still breathing heavily. "That was fantastic." Then she looked down at herself. "Now I'm soaked. Could you run to my room and grab me a fresh pair of panties?"

"Anything for you, sweet Kenni." I kissed her again, then dashed up the stairs, before Katie could come down and catch us. When I returned, Kennedi had successfully gotten her shorts off, and was working on her underwear. I helped her pull them off her ankles, then put the fresh pair on. She was just pulling up her shorts when we heard Katie coming down the stairs. I stuffed Kennedi's wet underwear in my pocket.

"What are you guys watching?" Katie asked, seeing us both on the couch.

"A movie," replied Kennedi. "Come join us."

"Actually, I'm going to head upstairs. You two enjoy," I said, getting up from the couch, trying to hide my erection. Kennedi smiled at me as I left, and so did Katie, for different reasons. Once upstairs, I dropped Kennedi's panties in her hamper. That had been too close.

Pete showed up right on time. He greeted all three of the girls warmly. From what I knew, Pete was like an uncle to them. That's why Kim had been so repulsed by the thought of dating his son; he was like a cousin. I thought about the irony in that concept - Kim was more than willing to sleep with her father, but not with a boy who was her own age and not a blood relative.

Pete pulled me in for a hug. Apparently I had just seen him Monday, in the office, but I felt like I hadn't seen him in person in years. It was good having my best friend around again. He and I chatted outside while I grilled the steaks. Kennedi sat close by, listening to our conversation, and laughing at our good-natured ribbing of each other. Kim worked in the kitchen, putting together the rest of the food, while Katie was up and about, going back and forth between grill and kitchen.

Over dinner, the girls asked Pete to tell us stories about how I first got together with their mother. "I remember most of that part," I said, "he doesn't need to do that."

"It's better coming from him," said Kennedi, and the others agreed.

So Pete told them about how I was pretty oblivious at first, as she flirted with me. Apparently the three of us had been working on her website for over a month before I finally took the hint and asked her out. "She could've just asked him, but she wanted him to make the move," recalled Pete. "It was cute at first, but it got frustrating to watch. If he didn't ask her soon, I was gonna just tell him to."

He took a sip of beer and continued. "After a few weeks of them dating, he came into the office - our tiny starter office back then - with biggest shit-eating grin plastered on his face. I knew they'd spent the night together."

I choked on my beer. "They don't need to hear about that, Pete."

"Sure they do!" He motioned to the girls, who were clearly all interested in the story. "I was honestly surprised it wasn't sooner, considering her career. But she had to break down your dad's walls a bit."

I put my face in my hands, but all three girls were grinning at me. I'd slept with two of them in the last 24 hours, and seen the third mostly naked. This was awkward for me but I knew they were loving every naughty detail.

"One time," Pete recalled, "I walked into the office and found them doing it on his desk."

Katie and Kennedi were shocked, and shouted in unison, "No way!" Kim just gave me a knowing smile.

"Yes way! They thought they could get in a quickie before I arrived, but I showed up early that morning. Your mom was bent over the desk like..."

I cut him off. "That's enough! Okay. Let's change the subject."

"Awww," came from all three girls at once.

"You three don't need to hear the, ahem," I looked at Pete, "SORDID details like that. But I appreciate the story-telling, Pete."

After dinner, Kim cleared the dishes and Kim helped Kennedi back to the couch. Pete suggested that he and I talk in private. I led him to my office, and closed the door, trying to ready myself for a big conversation.

I sat on one of the nice chairs, and instead of sitting in the other, he surprised me by going to the small liquor cabinet I had in a bookshelf. It was so well camouflaged, I didn't know it was there. He poured just a bit of whiskey into one glass, then set it on the table in front of me.

"What's this for?"

"You'll want it later. Trust me." He finally sat, and looked plainly at my face. "What do you remember about the car accident?"

I told him what details I could recall, then added what Kennedi had found from her research. "But the police report doesn't say what I know to be true. That other car intentionally hit us."

Pete waited for me to finish. Then he silently nodded. "You're right. It did."

I felt vindicated, but saddened too. "Why would anyone try to kill me?"

"Not you. Kasidy."

That didn't make sense. "But still, who'd want to kill her?"

He continued to look at me. "Who do you think?"

I wracked my brain, trying to think of who would have some kind of vendetta against my wife. Then I realized the truth. "Bobby Sleaze." It made sense. The fancy black sedan, the license plate 'BB69SLZ'. I could see know that the driver had slicked-back hair. It was him.

Pete nodded. "Yes. He lost everything when we came along. First Kasidy, then our web services. Then Kasidy lured more of his talent away to her production company. She was a much better manager than he could ever be. After that, he got desperate and bitter."

He looked down, trying to recall what he knew. "From what we could piece together, he must have seen you and Kasidy that day, and decided to take you both out. But it backfired when you swerved a bit, and he died instead."

"But the police report didn't say it was him."

"The body was burned, and the car was registered to his company. They guessed it might have been him, but they couldn't prove it. And they didn't want to print his name on the report if they couldn't prove it. Just like how they couldn't prove he intentionally hit you, so they called it an accident."

That made sense, but when I looked at Pete, I sensed there was more. After a long silence, I finally asked, "What else happened? After?"

He hesitated, facing away, then looked at me again. "Kasidy was really shook up. I mean, very disturbed, for a while. She went to therapy for a long time after that. But that wasn't the worst of it."

"There's worse? This is already pretty bad."

"When you took Kasidy for her next doctor's appointment, they did the ultrasound." I saw the beginnings of a tear in one of his eyes. "Jimmy, they found two babies, not one."

"Two?"

"Kasidy was pregnant with twin girls. But one was already gone. Stillborn."

That news hit me like a ton of bricks. Pete's tear ran down his cheek, and I felt my eyes start leaking too. I grabbed the whiskey and shot it down in one gulp. Then I sat for a long time digesting both the liquor and the news, in silence.

Finally, I spoke up. "What happened?"

"They said that the emotional trauma to Kasidy, from the accident, caused one of the babies to die."

"So Katie was supposed to have a twin." I thought about the implications of it, and realized why Pete wanted this level of privacy. "She doesn't know, does she? None of the girls know?"

"No one knows. You and Kasidy told me because I was your best friend, and because you needed to tell someone. You even decided not to tell your mother, you said it would break her heart."

It would have, I knew. It would have killed my mother to know one of her grandbabies died. "So what happened to the baby?"

"When Kasidy gave birth, she delivered Katie and... and the other baby. The two of you had a private funeral for her." Pete wiped his face. "You even named her. Karoline."BAMMM! I felt like something hit my head, and I fell out of my chair, and everything turned black.

"Daddy! No please, not again!"

I woke up on by back, and opened my eyes, seeing three blonde-haired, teary-eyed faces looking down on me.

"Daddy?" said Katie.

"Katie," I said back. "Kenni. Kimmy. I remember now. I remember it all." I sat up, and just started bawling tears. "I remember it all."

All three girls grabbed me in their arms, like a triple-strength hug, and didn't let go until I stopped crying.

It felt like forever. But I finally got to my feet, with the girls' assistance. I saw Pete had stayed in the room with us, watching the whole thing. I looked around the room, and everything looked right. Not new, like I was seeing it for the first time. Right, like I was seeing it for the thousandth time, like I knew about every item in the room.

I went and sat at my computer. I knew what the password was. It was a word so secret, something that I'd never tell anyone. My hands shook as they pressed the keys.

Karoline.

The screen unlocked, and showed me what I'd been working on 5 days ago.

I looked up at the girls, taking in each of their faces. I remembered their lives, their childhoods, and now I could read of their expressions like a book. They were both worried about my fall, and encouraged about my sudden memory discovery.

I decided to show off my memory to prove I was okay now. "Kimmy," I said looking at her concerned face, "you like peanut butter and pickle sandwiches. Just like your mom did. After she died, you threw a fit in the kitchen because I forgot to get pickles at the store. When I tried to talk to you, you locked yourself in your room for hours. After that, I always made sure to have a jar of pickles in the fridge." As I spoke, I watched her face transition from worry to joy, and tears streamed from her eyes.

I turned to her sister. "Kennedi. You told me once that you were starting to think David was gay, right before he asked you out. He'd been your friend for years, and never showed interest, and then he surprised you." Kennedi laughed at the memory and nodded. "I'm sorry he moved away. I really did like him."

Then I turned to Katie. "My oldest daughter. I love you. I have loved you since we found out about you." I stepped closed to her. "You need to know something. Something your mother and I didn't tell you before." I hugged her close. "This is difficult, but you and your sisters need to know this now."

I looked at Pete. "Thank you my friend. You've brought back my memory. But now I need some time with my girls."

He hugged me once more. "Anything for you, Jimmy. Take all the time you need. Call me if you need me."

So I told them about Karoline. Katie's would-be twin sister. By the time I finished the story, all three girls were sobbing messes, and so was I. I hugged each of them, but I hugged Katie the most. I told her, "It would've been wrong to tell you when you were still young. I'm glad I can tell you that now that you're all grown up." I released my hug, and took her hand in one of mine, and took Kimmy's in another. Kimmy and Katie both took Kennedi's hands to complete the ring. "I love all of you, and I wish your mom could be here to see us now. I'm sure she'd be so proud."

I went to the cupboard and brought out more glasses. I filled each with a small amount of whiskey. "I know you two aren't 21 yet," I said as I handed them out to the two younger girls, "but we'll make an exception." I raised my glass and the girls did the same. "To Kasidy, your mom. And to Karoline, your sister. Gone but never forgotten, lost but always loved."

I drank, and so did Katie. Kennedi sniffed it first, then downed it too. Only young Kim choked on the liquor as it hit her throat. I chuckled, and so did she. "It burns!" she cried.

I hugged her close, and the other girls joined in too, and we held each other for a while in silence.I went to bed alone that night. I think it was mutually agreed that everyone was exhausted after the crying fest we'd just had.

But I wasn't alone when I woke up. The sun peered into my window, opening my eyes. I felt warmth on my right side, and looked to find Katie there, still asleep. I hadn't expected her at all; if I had bet money, it would have been on Kimmy.

She looked peaceful. Her breathing made her perfect breasts rise and fall in her long white sleep shirt. The bed covers came to her waist, hiding her long legs from view. I put an arm around her and kissed her cheek.

Her eyelids fluttered open, showing me the lovely green eyes. "Daddy?"

"Good morning, sweetie. When did you join me in bed?"

"I couldn't sleep last night, so I came in here." She stretched her back, pushing her pert breasts into the air. Her nipples stuck out in the fabric. "Your bed is comfy."

"We have the same mattress."

"Maybe it's because you're here. You make the bed comfy."

I went to kiss her cheek again, but she turned her head and kissed me on the lips instead.

"Thanks for telling us last night."

"Of course. I had to. You deserved to know."

Katie sat up, and stretched again. My eyes were hypnotized by her breasts. She caught my gaze, and grinned. "I know what you're thinking, but I could use a shower first." She stood up, and leaned over me, giving me another quick kiss. "I'll be right back."

She had left my bedroom, and I stared at the ceiling, re-hashing last night's revelations, before I heard the door creak open again. It hadn't even been a minute, so I thought Katie had forgotten something.

I turned to see Kimmy instead. "I thought she'd never leave." She was already shrugging off her shirt, standing in front of me in her tiny white panties. "

I told her, "She's coming back."

"Then we'll be quick," she said, slipping out of her panties to stand naked in front of me. "I need you, Daddy."

Then she laid on top of me, pressing her self against my body as she kissed me deeply. I held her in my arms, kissing her back. I still knew it was wrong to do this with my daughter, but it felt right, especially today. After last night, I think we all grew closer as a family, with that big secret finally revealed.

My hands went to grip her ass, and she started grinding herself against my growing erection, and she groaned into my mouth. Then she sat back up, and started pulling at my shorts, freeing my cock. I commanded her, "Tell me what you want."

"I want to ride you. I want my Daddy's cock inside me." She lifter her leg and slipped out of her panties, tossing them aside. Then she sat on me, impaling herself slowly, all the while maintaining eye contact with me. "Daddy, I want to ride your cock."

"I want that too," I replied.

She used her legs on either side of me to lift up, then sat back down, then up again, starting to build a slow, steady rhythm. She closed her eyes and sighed. "Yesss. Oh, Daddy."

Again, I reached around her to grab her ass, steadying her as she rode me. I watched her small tits bounce up and down with her body, observed her small waist with her perfect navel. It was so unbelievable to behold, it was like living in a porno movie. I couldn't imagine a more beautiful sight than my daughter's amazing body on top of my dick.

As Kimmy continued to moan, I heard a small click. She didn't hear it, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw the bedroom door open just an inch. Just wide enough for a single blue eye to appear at the crack. I knew it was Kennedi, watching us. Watching me fuck her younger sister. Kimmy hadn't noticed, and I wasn't about to stop her.

Kimmy's climax was getting closer, and I moved my hands to cup her tits, squeezing her nipples, and that seemed to drive her over the edge. "Yes!" Oh, Oh, Oh, OH! YES!" I felt her pussy squeezing my dick, her juices oozing all over my crotch, and only then did she open her eyes.

She slowed her rhythm, still on my erection, and asked me, "Do you want to come in me, Daddy?"

"I do," I freely admitted, "but I think it's fair to warn you that we have an audience."

Kimmy's head suddenly jerked to the door, as it opened more and Kennedi slid inside, closing it behind her. She wore a robe, and I guessed probably not much underneath, and was giving us a naughty smile. "I was coming to surprise you, Daddy, but someone beat me to it."

Kimmy looked back at me, and couldn't help but laugh. "Did you... Have you two..." she stuttered.

I took her hand in one of mine, and used my other hand to gesture Kennedi over to us. "Did you enjoy the show?"

Kennedi nodded. "It was really hot. I was touching myself in the hall." I put my hand under her robe, and her pussy was indeed very wet. She told her sister, "I almost came when you did."

"I'll take that as a compliment," said Kim, as she climbed off me.

"What's going on?" Katie's voice came from the doorway. She was wrapped in a towel, fresh from the shower.

"I think we have another family secret," I said to the room. "Let's everyone sit down and clear the air."

I stood up, still naked and mostly erect, and guided the girls to sit on the bed, side by side. Before I spoke, I regarded our erotic and humorous state: Katie, naked in a towel, hair still wet. Kennedi, wearing a robe, which was now parted at the legs to reveal her glistening pussy beneath. Kimmy, completely naked, who had just rode me to an orgasm.

Finally I started. "Friday night, I had sex with Kim."

Kennedi's jaw dropped. "You're serious right now?"

I turned to Kimmy. "Then Saturday morning, I had sex with Katie."

It was Kimmy's turn to be shocked. "What?"

"And Kennedi heard us. And it turned her on, so I fingered her on the couch until she came." I rambled on, getting it all out in the air. "Then Kimmy came in here this morning, and we had sex, and Kenni watched from the door." I took a short pause. "Am I missing any details?"

Kimmy piped up in a small voice, "Also, Daddy fingered me on Thursday night, and I gave him a handjob."

I nodded. "Yes, there was also that. Thanks sweetie."

"Welcome Daddy."

"And everyone's okay with all of this?" asked Kennedi.

I shrugged. "I'm okay if you're all okay." But I took one of Kennedi's hands in mine, and told her. "If you're not okay, we won't do anything anymore. I love you all, and if even one of you is uncomfortable, I'll never forgive myself." I looked each of them in the eye, letting them know I was serious. "I didn't plan this, but I swear I'll end it if you say so."

The girls looked at each other, and back at me. They eyed both my face and my half-mast erection. Kennedi was the first to speak up. "Dad, I love you too. You know that." She took a deep breath, and let it out. "And I'm fine with it. I want us all to be happy."

"I'm glad." I smiled at her.

"I'm in too." said Katie.

"Me three," said Kim. "But Daddy, I think you owe Kennedi."

"What do you mean?" asked Kennedi.

Kim explained. "Daddy's had Katie, and he's had me, so I think it's your turn." She grinned at me. "You should fuck her too, Daddy. It's only fair."

I looked at my middle daughter. "She has a point." I leaned in, tilted her chin up, and kissed her lips gently, as if beckoning her to join us.

When the kiss broke, she whispered, "I want that too."

I reached for the belt of her robe, and opened it up, stripping it from her body. Aside from her ankle bandage, she now sat before me completely naked for the first time. I motioned for her sisters to make room, then I knelt over her, kissing her neck and fondling her amazing tits. I remembered accidentally seeing her topless a few days ago, then spying on her at the pool, and I never thought I'd wind up like this.

I moved to take her nipple into my mouth, and heard her make a wispy "Ohhh" sound. It encouraged me on, sucking on one then the other, feeling them get rigid, playing with them with my tongue. I looked up for a second, and saw my other daughters watching with full attention.

I looked back at Kennedi's face. "I want to taste you, Kenni," I told her. "I want to lick you until you squirm." I teased her pussy lips with my fingers, and felt her writhe beneath me.

"Oh yes, Daddy, lick me," she said, so breathy.

I touched her clit tentatively with my tongue, still teasing her, kissing her, making her beg. "Please Daddy, please!" Then I dove in like a madman. I got my tongue inside her, getting her juices all over my face. She continued to moan, squealing out loud, "Yes, Oh Daddy! Oh Yes!"

I contined to eat her sweet pussy. I tried to look up to see her facial expressions, but she put her hand on my head, keeping me down, so I kept working on her until she finally came. As she climaxed, her legs closed, wrapping around my head. She was screaming but it was hard to hear exactly what she was saying with her thighs pressing against my ears.

When she released me, I laughed. "I guess it was good, huh?"

"Amazing, amazing Daddy. I'm... oh, wow. My heart is beating so fast."

I looked at the other two girls. They were both touching themselves. I beckoned them closer, saying, "Come here, taste your sister." They both gave me a good long kiss, licking my lips clean of Kennedi's juices.

Then I went back to Kennedi. I readied my cock, aiming it at her wet folds. "Are you ready?"

She nodded. "So ready. I wanted this since I heard you and Katie yesterday."

I slid inside her. She was tight like her sisters, but she was so wet that it was easier to get myself all the way in. "What's inside you right now?" I asked her.

"Your dick."

"Whose dick?"

"Yours. My daddy's dick is inside me."

"I'm gonna fuck you, and I'm gonna come inside you." I started pumping.

"Yes, please. Fuck me." She encouraged me on. "Please fuck me."

I held her legs, careful not to re-injure her ankle, and I built up to a good, steady rhythm. Then I looked at Katie and Kimmy. "Do you like watching me fuck your sister?"

They were both fingering themselves. "Yes Daddy," they said, almost in unison. Their eyes were glued to the spot where my cock was pistoning in and out of Kennedi's pussy.

"I want you both to keep going. I want you to come when we come."

Then I picked up the pace, making Kennedi utter small moans with each thrust. Based on my experience with her sisters, I judged how close she was to climaxing, and I knew it wouldn't be long, especially after having come just a few minutes before.

I watched her face, her wiggling breasts, her warm lips enveloping my member, and her gorgeous naked sisters. It was so much, and I was so grateful for it. "I'm gonna come in you," I told her, and sped up more to bring her with me. I looked up at the other two girls, and they were close too, frigging their warm snatches with vigor.

I think we all came within ten seconds of each other. It was hard to tell the exact order, since one of the explosive orgasms was my own, but I think Kimmy came first, followed by Kennedi, myself, and finally Katie. Each of us collapsed on the bed as we finished, naked, sweaty, and out of breath. I said a silent thanks to the manufacturer of my bed, for making it strong enough to hold the weight of four adults at the same time. I was laying over Kennedi's body, with my arm on Kimmy's small body, and with Katie face-up on top of me, back to back.

Still trying to catch my breath, I said, "I... am so... lucky. I love... all... of you... so much."

They all said, not quite in unison, "We love you too, Daddy." Then they all giggled. The same giggle from three different girls. My girls. My lovely daughters.

EPILOGUE - 2030 - 5 YEARS LATER

I fidgeted with my tie for the 57th time, and Katie smacked my hand. "It looks fine, Dad. Stop playing with it."

I didn't feel ready for this, and I told her so. "Stop that," she said. "You're not allowed to be nervous. You're not the one getting married."

"But I do have a line. And besides, I'm paying for all of it, so want to make sure everything is perfect. I just want everything to go well today."

"So do I," said Katie. "And it will."

"Ahem," came a voice from behind me as I resisted touching my tie again. I turned to see Kimmy, looking amazing in a burgundy dress. It showed off her shoulders and went just past her knees. "Someone wants to her her dad."

Katie, wearing the same dress, pushed me towards the door that Kim had come from. "Go. Now. Remember, no nervousness, only support."

I walked through the door. Kennedi turned around, twirling her white dress. "Hi Dad." She was shaking.

I grabbed her into a hug. "You look amazing."

"Thanks."

"You're trembling."

"I'm so nervous." She was close to tears.

"My car is gassed up outside, just in case."

My stupid dad joke made her snap out of it. She smacked my shoulder and laughed. "No, Dad. I love him. I can't wait. I'm so happy."

"I'm glad you're happy. I want nothing but the best for you."

There was a knock on the door, and Katie and Kimmy both poked their heads in. "It's time."

I stood in the back of the church, Kennedi on my arm. I watched my other daughters process down the aisle ahead of us, carrying bouquets of deep red roses wrapped in gold ribbons.

First Kimmy. My youngest, my little one. She still lived at home with me, no serious boyfriends yet, but at 23 she wasn't really looking to settle down. I remembered thinking once that she wanted to follow her mom's career path, but that was just a phase. She did go to culinary school, however, taking her love of cooking and entertainment and making it a career. Now she worked two part-time jobs, one as a pastry chef for a fancy restaurant, and one as a party planner. She'd done a great job with helping Kennedi put her wedding together. She had gone on dates with a few guys, but none of them more than once or twice. When I asked about them, she shrugged and said none of them were nearly as good as me.

Next was Katie. She had lived with me for a few years after we'd first gotten together, then moved to Los Angeles for a little over a year, before moving back to home again. But she wouldn't be there for much longer, as she planned to move in with her boyfriend Will in a few weeks. She winked at him as she walked passed him, and he smiled back. What Katie didn't know is that Will had already come to me, asking for her hand, and I had agreed. He was planning to propose next weekend. He was a nice guy and made her extremely happy.

As I stepped in time with the music, leading Kennedi forward, I knew she was only looking at David. He'd moved back from New York after three years of being gone. Immediately after moving back, he suddenly showed up at our doorstep, flowers in hand, professing that moving away from his girlfriend was the dumbest thing he'd ever done. It won her back, and they'd been together ever since.

I spotted my mother sitting in the front row of the church, leaving two open seats next to her. One was mine. In the other, a small bouquet sat, representing my deceased wife. In that moment, I thought about my own wedding. I thought about Kasidy. She'd be so proud of her girls today.

We got to the front of the church, and I was asked by the minister, "Who gives this woman to be wed?"

"I do."

A few days after I had regained my memory, I took all three girls to the cemetary. Kasidy's grave was there, which they'd all seen. But hiding nearby, there was a small stone marker. One it was written one name. "Karoline".

When Kasidy and I found out about Katie's stillborn twin, we decided to buy this grave plot, and nearby, we bought a smaller one for her. The marker was small, and only held her first name. Not even a date. I'm sure it was a mystery to anyone else who saw it, but it was enough to remind us.

All four of us wept for Karoline that day, and for Kasidy.

I didn't want to tell my mother, but the girls pressured me, saying it wasn't right to keep it from her. So we all went and told her together. It did break her heart, but she was glad to finally hear the secret. She had thought Kasidy went to therapy because of the scary car accident, but it was really to help her get over the tragic loss of one of her unborn children.

When Katie was born, Kasidy couldn't wait to have another, hence the age gap of less than a year. It was almost as if she wanted replace the baby she'd lost. But we loved Kennedi as her own individual, and I made sure Kenni understood that. I didn't want her to think she was some kind of a replacement. However, it was a little funny that Kennedi looked so much like Katie growing up, that they almost could have been twins anyway.

After having sex with all of my daughters, you might think we did it all the time, and you'd be wrong. There never was a 24-hour orgy with three young hot blondes. That much sex all at once might have killed me anyway.

What happened after that big first time was a family meeting, setting down some ground rules. It was my idea, but the girls made up most of the rules. The first rule, of course, was that no meant no - if someone wasn't into it that day, for any reason, there would be no pressure to change their minds.

One of the girls' rules was that they preferred one-on-one sessions, so threesomes never really developed. One sister might watch me fuck another sister, but without getting involved. Part of this was that they weren't really interested in performing acts with each other, but the other part was they wanted to feel my undivided attention on them while we made love.

Occasionally, rules were bent slightly if alcohol was involved. There had been a rule about no anal sex, but Kimmy would occasionally ask for a finger in her ass when she was tipsy and her sisters weren't around.

Another rule-bending day was my 50th birthday, where I found all three daughters lined up, leaned over my bed, pussies exposed, ready for me to take them from behind. I took turns on each of them until I was completely exhausted.

But usually, it was one girl a night. Even on nights when nobody was particularly in the mood (which happens when womens' cycles align), I usually still had company in my bed to snuggle with at night.

Obviously, we never told my mother. She'd kill me, resurrect me, and kill me again.

But we did tell David. Or rather, we admitted it when he figured it out on his own. He had noticed the change in family dynamic. There was no awkwardness, or tension, between myself and the girls. I never told them things like "put on more clothes", and I'd regularly eye them up and down as they walked by. Likewise, the girls stopped teasing me like a daddy and more as a lover. In retrospect, we could've been more subtle.

We didn't tell him all the details, but enough to know that I'd been intimate with all of them at least a few times. But out of respect for their now-serious relationship, Kennedi and I agreed that we should stop having sex. She had someone else to please her now. Similarly, after Katie started dating Will, my sex with her also decreased. I was bummed, but happy she was having fun with someone her own age. I was pretty fit, but that wouldn't last forever.

And I still had Kimmy. My youngest daughter and my first fuck-buddy. With one sister gone and another moving out soon, she was in my bed almost every night, and walked around the house mostly naked every day. She was insatiable, and I loved how it drove me crazy. Some nights, snuggling with her in the darkness, it brought back memories of Kasidy.Katie and Will weren't at the hospital with us, but we saw their faces on the video screen on the wall, waving to us. They had moved to Los Angeles after they were married, but they promised they'd be visiting next weekend.

My only regret was that my mother hadn't made it to meet her first great-grandchild. She had known Kennedi was pregnant, but passed away in her sleep a few months ago.

Kimmy stood behind my chair, going crazy over little Karoline, her niece. Kim was still living with me, and sleeping with me. She cooked for me, took care of the house, and rightfully nagged me when I was being stupid. It was like having a wife again.

Later, as I left the hospital with her on my arm, she put her head on my shoulder. "Daddy, what would you think if just stayed with you forever?"

I played into her cuteness. "Oh yeah? How long is forever?"

She continued her thought. "I can live with you. I know we can't get married, but you can be my husband, and I can be your wife. And then, you know..."

"I think I see where this is going. I think you might have baby fever."

She smiled. "Maybe. Would that be so bad? If I had your baby?"

I thought about the idea. "Sweetie, are you sure you don't want to find someone else? I'm not going to be around forever. I mean, I'm already 55."

"I've looked. I can't find anyone I love as much as you."

"I'm flattered, but I still don't know about that. Can I have tonight to think about it?"

"Okay."

That night, we didn't have sex, but shared my bed anyway. She slept peacefully in my arms, but I stayed awake with my thoughts.

On a personal level, I wanted Kimmy to stay. I loved her very much. If she left, I'd be alone in this big house by myself. I could never find anyone I loved enough to replace my three daughters.

But I wanted her to be happy. Would she really be happy living with me forever, as I became a senior citizen? If we had a child together, I'd eventually pass away, leaving her as a single mother.

But it was her idea. She'd clearly thought about it and was okay with it. And she was happy now, living here, and I would literally do anything to keep it that way.

Finally, I thought about having another baby, and I began to love the idea. Kim loved me enough to give me that gift. Who was I to deny her? As usual, I could never say no to my little girl.

I gently woke her in the morning, still spooning her from behind. "Kimmy?"

"Mmm," came her reply, eyes still shut.

"Do you still want to make a baby?"

"Mm-hmm."

"I'm in if you are."

Her eyes popped open. "When can we start?"

I pulled her closer to me, so she could feel my erection against her perfect little ass. "How about now?"

She turned over, facing me, and said my favorite words. "Oh yes Daddy, fuck me."

EPILOGUE #3 - 2037 - 5 YEARS LATER

"Hi Grandpa!" I heard, followed by another smaller voice, "Hi Ganpa!"

I looked up from my computer screen and spotted two kids' faces grinning at me from the other side of my desk, both framed by blonde, shoulder-length hair.

"Hi kids!" I jumped from my chair. I swept little Penny into my arms, and hugged Karoline against my side. "How's your parents?"

"Good, they're downstairs," answered Karoline. Now 5, she was showing her mom's smarts in kindergarten. Her blue eyes matched her mom's, which had also been her grandmother's. Penny had just turned two last month, and had the same blonde hair, but her brown eyes more closely matched her father's than mine.

I heard the door open downstairs, and more voices as more guests were arriving. I left my office with Karoline and Penny in tow, and was almost stampeded by twin four-year-old boys. With their dark brown hair, they were both spitting images of their father Will, except for having Katie's green eyes. "Hey Grandpa!"

"Nick, Nate, how are you guys? Let's go downstairs and see your folks."

I led all four grandchildren into the living room, finding David and Will on the couch, while Kennedi and Kimmy beamed over Katie's newest baby, a little girl named Noelle.

Katie handed her to me. "Someone wants to meet you, Grandpa."

I held the tiny baby in my arms. "Hello, sweetie." A few weeks old, she already had the beginnings of blonde hair. She gazed at me with her tiny brown eyes, looking very similar to mine.

I was spellbound for a few minutes, before looking up at my family. Only then did I realize something wasn't quite right. "Someone's missing." I handed Noelle back to Katie, and I easily spotted the socked feet sticking out from the long curtains. "A-HA!" I shouted, pulling back the curtain quickly.

A tiny squealing laugh came from the small figure that appeared there. My youngest daughter, Kassandra. Kimmy's daughter. She was a carbon copy of what Kimmy looked like at that age.

"Kassie, what are you doing?" I teased the three-and-a-half year old.

"Playing, Grandpa!" Then she darted over to her cousins. "Let's play!" Just like that, five kids took off down the hall to have their own fun.

Kimmy and I had decided, after many long hours of debate, that it was best if Kassie knew me as her grandfather for now. It was a hard secret to keep some days; Kassie had already noticed that her cousins and friends had fathers and she didn't. When she asked, we just told her some people don't have dads. Eventually, when she was grown enough to understand, we'd tell her about her true parentage.

"Were we ever that rambunctious when we were that age, Dad?" asked Kennedi.

"Absolutely!" I laughed. "All three of you."

"You can remember after all that time?" asked Katie.

I smiled at them all. "Of course. How could I forget?"

THE END

Chapter 1607 - @2

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