Next stab at writing a fictional story, this time in first person.

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I look over at you, Samuel, as you sit there reading the paper, your dark hair tousled from the afternoon nap we just took. I can't help but feel a pang of desire for you, my husband of ten years. We've built a life together, both of us high-powered lawyers, always on the go. But there's one thing we've never made time for - children.

I know it's near the end of my fertile years, and I want a family. But I don't want to sacrifice my career. That's when I came up with a desperate plan.

"Samuel," I say, my voice low and sultry. "I've been thinking."

You look up at me, your brown eyes meeting mine. "What is it, Gwen?"

"I want to give you a child," I say, my heart racing. "But I don't want to give up my career. I've been thinking...what if we asked Sarah to join us?"

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Sarah? But she's so young, and she's your niece. I don't even think she's had a boyfriend yet."

I nod. "I know. But she's of age. She's always been mature for her age, and I think she would be open to the idea. Plus, I know she looks up to us, and she's always been close to you."

You're quiet for a moment, considering my words. "I don't know, Gwen. It's a big decision. And what about Sarah? Have you even asked her?"

I bite my lip, feeling a shiver of excitement. "Not yet. But I will. And I think she'll say yes."

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I invite Sarah over for dinner, and I can see the curiosity in her green eyes as she takes in the elegant setting. I've always been close to Sarah, and I know she looks up to me and Samuel.

As we sit down to eat, I can feel the tension in the air. I take a deep breath and begin.

"Sarah, there's something I want to talk to you about," I say, my voice steady.

She looks at me, her red hair falling in loose curls around her shoulders. "What is it, Aunt Gwen?"

I take a deep breath. "Samuel and I have always wanted children, but I don't want to give up my career. And that's where you come in."

Her eyes widen in surprise. "Me? How?"

I take another deep breath. "We want you to join us, Sarah. We want you to be a part of our family, in every way."

Sarah looks confused. "I don't understand."

I take another breath. "Sarah, I want you to have children with Samuel."

Sarah gasps. Then she's quiet for a moment, processing my words. "I...I don't know what to say. I've never thought about it before."

I reach out and take her hand. "It's a big decision, Sarah. But we think you're the perfect person to help us start our family. And we'll take care of you, every step of the way."

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That night, Samuel and I make love to Sarah for the first time. I watch as Samuel's dark hair falls over his forehead, his brown eyes meeting mine as he thrusts into her tight, young pussy. I can see the pleasure on her face, her green eyes meeting mine as she moans with pleasure.

"Fuck, Sarah," Samuel groans, his cock hitting her cervix. "You're so fucking tight."

I can see the excitement in his eyes as he shoots his load deep inside her, filling her up with his seed. I can feel the ache between my legs, the desire to join in.

Over the next nine months, I watch as Sarah's body changes. Her small perky breasts grow fuller and more sensitive, her belly rounding with the life inside her. I can see the awe in her eyes as she feels her baby move for the first time, the joy in her voice as she hears the baby's heartbeat.

I'm there when Sarah gives birth, my heart racing as I watch the baby emerge from her womb. I'm there when Sarah breastfeeds the baby for the first time, my body aching with desire as I watch her full breasts feed the baby.

I know then that I want Samuel to breed Sarah as many times as possible, to give her as many babies as she can handle. I can see the joy in her eyes as she becomes a mother, the fulfillment in her voice as she talks about her future with Samuel and me.

And I know that our family is far from complete, with Sarah just having given birth to the newest member of our family.

And soon it will be time to make more.