It was Friday the sixteenth. Sixteen days into December. Not too far from Christmas. The sisters were over and we played a board game and just had a n...ce family type night. We were all having fun and laughing about things in general.I noted that all three sisters had band-aids on the same fingers in the same place. I made a comment about triplets and how weird it must be for them at times. I got stares and a 'mad' look not only from Megan, but her sisters as well.I knew that if I kept up 'that'. And that reminded me of something."Charlotte." What?" Do you remember that time you were sick at school? You fainted and had to be taken to the nurse's office?" Yes." Didn't you say that you were sick all that day, that you felt like throwing up?" Yes. I ... I was throwing up. I remember now." And don't girls throw up when they're already pregnant?" You mean morning sickness?" Whatever it's called." That's not supposed to happen until the woman's been pregnant for a few weeks." Well hadn't we. Her dazzling crystal blue eyes,straight white smile and flowing dirty blonde hair made her quite thelooker. Shame it was just her head, for the rest of her body was a paleand decidedly male body clad only in boxers, quickly discarded inpreparation of the artful deception Natalie was currently engaged in."Hey Natalie, you coming in here?" a male voice called out from the otherroom, scaring Natalie in the process a bit. She glanced over and saw, toher relief, the door to her room was still. I paused to ask, "Is there anything you need to tell me?" a little check-in ritual we created together - and she was happily but dazedly content to keep going. I turned her face up to kiss her lovingly, and the intensity continued, broken only by an occasional back rub with oil or a damp washcloth to cool her glowing cheeks.Onward we went, spanking in different spots, shaping my hand differently, varying the timing and intensity. She seemed to reach an altered mental state, intoxicated with.