League of His Own Ch. 09

I knew Wendy still made love with her mother. I hadn't made a move on her mother yet. I knew that if I did, I would have both mother and daughter. I would want Wendy involved. I watched the pair of them together, not in bed but just being mother and daughter, and it was obvious that their relationship was now incredibly close.

Aimee snapped my chain of thoughts when she enjoyed an orgasm, hearing her whimper while grinding on my face. I had my hands wrapped around her thighs to keep her steady as I was relentless on her pussy. Once she had her first orgasm, they just kept arriving, feeling her entire body shudder with each one.

"That's it, Danny," Mum exclaimed, "Make my little girl cum. Aimee needs to have this more often."

"I do, Mum," Aimee whimpered, "I'm so horny nowadays." Then she surprised me by saying quietly, "I want a baby too."

I felt Kyla's lips leave my cock and a warm pussy against my chest as Kyla cuddled Aimee from behind. "I'd love to see my little sister carrying our brother's child too," Kyla said softly, "Stop your birth control, Aimee. Enjoy as much sex with our brother as possible. Have his baby too."

"So hot," Kim moaned and I knew she was now masturbating. I had a sixth sense when it came to her, "When I'm settled in my own career, he's totally knocking me up a couple of times."

"Do you mind if I start earlier?" Wendy whimpered, and she was definitely fingering herself.

"Of course not, Wendy. You're his girlfriend too. And when I marry him, you'll be my Maid of Honour and you will wear his ring too."

Aimee slid off my face down my body until I felt her pussy resting against my cock, ever so eager to kiss me. I rolled her over onto her back and watched her eyes light up as the head of my cock rubbed against her. Gasping as I slid inside her, she whimpered as we started to make love.

"Cum inside me," she whispered, feeling her fingers caress my back, "Knock up your other sister, Danny. I love you so much."

Kyla and Mum joined us on the floor to watch and be close to us as we made love. I felt Aimee move her legs to wrap around my hips as I started to pump her a little faster. Her eyes lit up as one of her hands caressed the back of my head, leaning up to kiss me. That had me pumping her even faster as Kyla's blowjob had kept me hard and totally aroused.

Aimee gazed at me with such a mixture of love and lust that I felt myself smiling. Mum whispered that she loved watching her children making love. Kyla was busy fondling her pussy though promised Aimee that only she would be getting my dick that evening. Warning Aimee that I was close, I felt her legs tighten around me, whimpering that she was desperate for me to cum inside her.

When I did, releasing with almost a roar as it felt so good, Aimee whimpered before choking back a sob. I had a feeling she was experiencing some rather intense emotions, leaving a soft kiss on her lips as I kept pumping her long after I'd finished climaxing.

"Making love with my brother is the best thing ever," she finally stated, "But I think we should continue this in my bedroom. Bed is much more comfortable than the floor."

Aimee was happy to have me in her bed that night and we made love for a couple of hours. Kyla did eventually come and join us when we'd finished and were ready for sleep. As I was snuggled by a sister to either side, Aimee finally whispered that she was going to stop taking birth control immediately. Kyla was ever so excited by the news while I would support Aimee no matter what.

"Once I know when I'm fertile, we're making love as often as possible," Aimee warned me, "I mean you're leaving as much cum inside me. I'll just bend over the couch without panties and expect your cock inside me immediately. No cum anywhere except my pussy."

"Our sister will be even curvier post-pregnancy," Kyla suggested, "Might have bigger tits. Wider hips. And I definitely want to enjoy some private time with my sister too."

"You'll still fuck me when I'm pregnant, Danny?" Aimee asked softly.

I snorted and cuddled both sisters closer. "I know Kyla isn't showing too much yet, but yes, I will be fucking both of my sisters whenever they want."

"I've read that pregnant women can get really horny at times," Aimee stated, "Imagine your two pregnant sisters both being way too horny at the same time."

"Viagra," I joked.

We let the rest of the family know that Aimee and I would start trying for a baby over the next couple of days. And when I say family, that means Kim's mother, Wendy's mother, and also Caroline and our two cousins. Everyone was supportive and excited by the idea. Aimee spent the morning figuring out her cycle and informed me that she'd likely be ovulating in a couple of weeks.

Those next couple of weeks were nothing out of the ordinary. Went to training every day. Carried on the usual routines with weights, aerobics and then going through drills. After the excitement of playing the Melbourne Storm, our next two games were against sides we had no real enmity against. Kim and Wendy remained incredibly busy during the week, and at most we'd have a quick kiss and a cuddle during the evening.

I didn't miss the fact that my sisters ensured I did spend time with our mother every week. Weekends were for anyone who wanted my company, Kim usually took time on Sunday to be with me. Wendy wasn't as under much pressure so would usually want my company on a Saturday. All this depended on when I would be playing. As the Rangers season continued and we remained in the top eight, we started to play more games on Thursday or Friday night. Prime-time television.

Arriving home to an empty house after training during the week wasn't unusual. Mum and my sisters continued to work for a living. Kyla would take her maternity leave and then decide if she would return to work afterwards. I knew she didn't mind the idea of being a stay at home mother. She would have my support. Aimee enjoyed her career though she might be content to follow the example of her older sister.

On Wednesday, I walked in the front door to find Aimee waiting for me in the living room, dressed in a sheer black teddy that hid very little about her body. Biting her bottom lip, I dropped my bag and walked towards her as she leaned up to kiss me.

"It's time," she whispered, "We have a few days where we can just make love constantly. Well, except for when you're at training and then your game on Friday night."

"My bedroom?"

"I'm going to be there all week. Every night, you're just filling my pussy to the brim with your cum." She smiled and leaned up to kiss me again. "My brother's cum. We're going to have a baby, Danny."

Taking her by the hand, I led her towards my bedroom. For the next seven days and nights, except for when I needed to be out of the house for training and my game, I was at home with Aimee. By the end of seven nights, I would admit to feeling rather empty as Aimee ensured that we were making love constantly. If I was hard and capable, she was making sure my cock was inside her. She was insatiable, begging me to knock her up while we were making love. She was a little emotional whenever I did climax, feeling her limbs wrap around me, always asking me to not pull out, to ensure as many of my swimmers as possible made it to her womb.

"If it doesn't work this time, there's always next month," she stated with humour.

"The guys have been wondering what's left me looking a little tired when I show up for training," I stated, "They think it's Kim or Wendy."

"I know Kyla and I can never marry you and we can never go public. But at least we get your babies," she whispered while snuggled into my side.

We knew Aimee wouldn't know if she was pregnant for a little longer yet though if she started to show the same signs as Kyla, we knew it would be good news. The week I spent with Aimee brought us even closer together. It wasn't just the sex, which was wonderful and there was no doubt that my sister was as eager to make love constantly as I was. We would lie back each time and talk about anything that came to mind. Aimee admitted that she hadn't really felt any desire until Kyla was pregnant. It was like a switch turned on in her head and she immediately felt incredibly broody.

Resting her hand on her tummy, she gazed at me lovingly. "We're going to create life and have a child," she whispered, "And just like Kyla, we won't be stopping at just the one. You're knocking up both your sisters at least a couple of times each."

"Something to look forward to."

"We're devoted to you completely, Danny," she whispered, "Though we also still fool around from time to time. I know I was a little distant until recently. I've always been sure of my love for you, as much as I knew you loved me, but I also knew Mum and Kyla... Well, I know you love us the same way."

"Always have, Aimee. You've always been important to me."

"I love you," she whispered, "And I know that I'm also in love with you too. Just like our sister and mother. And just like your two girlfriends. We might not be able to marry legally, but Kim has promised that Kyla and I will be next to her when you marry her, and she will ensure that we also get rings."

"Good," I said as I cuddled her tighter, "I guess you'll like it if I call you my sister-wife?"

That made her snort before she giggled. "I'm not sure who is more excited by the idea, me or Kyla..."

I was just pleased that Aimee sounded so genuinely happy with life. She'd always been the quieter sister, perhaps a little introverted, and had been happy doing her own thing. But I was glad she was now feeling more confident in herself and of her place in our family. We all loved her and I could only hope that having a baby together would bring us even closer still.

*****

I'll admit that I was a little pissed off. We'd made such a fantastic start to the season. My own performances had been getting better and better when I received a phone call from the New South Wales Origin coach, inviting me to spend a couple of days in training camp with the large squad to get a taste of what representative footy is all about.

But after mid-season, our season started to falter. We lost that consistency that we'd been showing all season. We'd been solidly in the top eight all season and then we ever so slowly started to slip. One loss became two and three. We still managed to eke out some wins, but the losses were starting to mount. Injuries were definitely costing us too, but there was no doubt that the confidence we'd all been exhibiting had slowly disappeared.

What didn't help in our run-in to the finals was that we would be facing the Panthers, Broncos, Roosters and Eels in four of the last five games. And it was just not the right time to be facing them considering the trouble our team was finding ourselves in. It was so bad that the coach pulled me in with a couple of the other senior leaders six games from the end of the season. It wasn't a case of reading the riot act.

It was a productive meeting as we aired plenty of grievances. Yes, the team as a whole had faltered but we'd also had our fair share of bad luck. We lost our best centre and winger for the season. A couple of bad concussions for one of our best props and one of our second-row forwards was suspended for fighting. Management had also blooded in a couple of youngsters during the representative season and that has its own pitfalls.

"I'd rather us not finish eighth and have to face sudden-death elimination, but I think we need to be realistic. There's a chance that with our run-in, we're going to be relying on other teams around us faltering. I'm confident we can still mix it with those around us, but facing the Roosters in the penultimate game and then the Broncos at Suncorp to end the season... It's going to be tough," the coach stated.

"Need to get back the basics," Eric said, "Keep it simple, stupid. Focus on making metres. Work the ball through the hands but don't force the issue. Danny's kicking has gotten us out of the shit on more than one occasion."

"What I need most of all is a quick ball out of the ruck," I suggested, "Particularly when it comes to my kicking game. Just half a second more sometimes will help with my accuracy, particularly when we're close to the tryline."

"Defensively, we're sound," Graham added, "We're not scoring enough points. We've been wasting too many opportunities. Against the likes of the Panthers and Broncos, we're not going to get that many, so we need to score points when they're available."

"What I want to focus on before the last five matches are some very simple moves," our coach suggested, "One thing I've noticed is we're being penalised too often for obstruction. I think we all hate the new rules, but it is what it is. We need to ensure that the dummy runner isn't going to be penalised. What we're going to do all this week and in subsequent weeks is just focus on the simple things while putting together a few special plays. Danny, what I'm going to need from you most of all is the eye you quite clearly have for the game. If you see something worth doing, don't hesitate. If it doesn't come off, that's fine. I won't lose my shit if you're trying something creative."

"As long as we do make the finals," I muttered, "I won't be the only one disappointed and a little pissed off if we completely collapse."

"Fucking won't, mate," Eric declared, "We are making the finals, and we're going further than we did last season."

While my professional life was experiencing some troubles, my life at home was fantastic. Kyla was now a few months pregnant, and she was looking even more beautiful than ever. The word to use would be radiant. Sure, her tummy had expanded, but she was always smiling and looked so happy that whenever we were out, everyone would be smiling at her.

Aimee was pregnant too. It took longer for her to fall pregnant than her sister so she was around four months behind her older sister. Just as radiant as Kyla, the day she sat me down and told me she was pregnant was another great day. The entire family was ever so excited for both of my sisters. Mum was looking forward to grandchildren. Kim admitted to feeling broody already but we all knew her studies were far more important for now.

Despite their pregnancies, my sisters were still attending every game, particularly those at my home stadium. Mum rarely missed a game herself. Kim would come if we played on a Sunday, which was rather rare. Wendy would come if the game was on a weekend. Some of my other lovers, though I was now considering them previous lovers as my love life had changed since Kyla announced she was pregnant, would also be in attendance. It was good to see them, always making me smile, and I knew many of them missed my presence in their life. At least physical presence as I did keep in contact with all of them with text messages and the occasional phone call.

The season slowly wound down and we still couldn't find that early season consistency. But keeping it simple did seem to help us. Three games from the end of the season, we were still sitting in the top eight, but if results went against us and we didn't win any of the games, then we'd drop out of the eight and miss the finals. We had more than one team meeting, with or without the coaching department, and it was actually good for us. Airing some grievances but we also came to numerous agreements. Sounds so simple, but when we all sat down and looked at things objectively, we all agreed that certain things could simply be done better.

Our penultimate match against the Roosters was at Allianz Stadium. Their home patch. Not what we wanted, our last two games on the road, and we had shocking records at both. The Roosters were recovering after a couple of rather ordinary seasons, sitting third on the table behind the Panthers and Broncos. We were still sitting sixth but were tied with another team, but the one thing that might save us would be our for and against.

We were in the second game on Friday night. The Panthers had played the Titans on Thursday night and had smashed them. The Broncos improved their for and against but the Minor Premiership would still go down the last week as the Broncos beat the Tigers in the game before us. The Roosters were guaranteed finals footy, but they would likely rather face the Broncos than the Panthers.

"No mistakes!" Eric shouted as we lined up to enter the field, "Keep it simple. It's all about metres and position on the field. Don't force the ball. Make sure we hit the bastards in defence."

We were entering the field of play confident as none of our losses had been blowouts. Each loss had been a tight affair. We were man enough to admit that we'd deserved to lose each game, but we'd made the bastards earn it with blood, sweat and tears. We were no longer the easy beats of the competition. That mantle had been taken by the Dragons... At least for this season. Next season could be a different kettle of fish.

The Roosters kicked off and the noise was deafening during the first few sets as neither side made many metres before a kick was needed. My kicking boots were well and truly on as my first five put the Roosters within ten to twenty meters of their own line when we tackled them. It was a see-saw for the first half. The only points came from penalty goals. They kicked two for four points, we kicked one for two points.

Our coach was relatively pleased at half-time. Disappointed at giving away a couple of silly penalties, but letting in a couple of goals was better than a couple of converted tries. He emphasised the 'Keep it simple, stupid' policy though looked at me and Graham for a bit of that inspiration and creativity that normally came from the halves.

We gave it everything for eighty minutes. By the time the full-time siren sounded, we were out on our feet. But it wasn't enough. They scored two tries in the second half, converting them both. We managed a solitary try which I converted from the sideline.

Trudging off back to the sheds, we were disappointed with another close loss, but we'd run the Roosters close and sometimes, that's enough. You can't win them all, but at least we didn't play like shit. The coach could sense our disappointment, telling us that we'd be back in training on Monday to prepare for our trip up north to Brisbane.

"It's still in our hands," he told us, "If we beat the Broncos, we are guaranteed finals footy again. Know when this club last made the finals series two years in a row? The fucking seventies. We are on the verge of making history."

Mum, my sisters and Wendy were there at the game and greeted me by the team bus before I boarded. Kim wasn't there as I knew she had been busy with her studies, and she just couldn't get away on Friday nights. I certainly understood, and I knew she'd watch a replay of the game with me over the weekend. She hated missing my games.

Mum was waiting for me when I stepped off the bus later. She had me smiling when greeting me with a big kiss on my cheek and one hell of a hug. My teammates all knew her well by now and would often come up and say hello. They also knew that I'd bought us a new house and that I still lived with my family. There was always a joke or two at my expense, but they knew how close I was to my mother and sisters.

I woke up on Saturday morning to find Kim snuggled into my side as I'd gone to bed alone the previous night. Kissing her forehead, she woke up and immediately smiled before we shared a quite passionate kiss.

"Sorry I wasn't there last night," she whispered while resting her head on my shoulder. She always apologised though she didn't have to. "One more game to go. Think you'll make it?"

"I think results will go our way even if we lose."

"Anyone going with you in Brisbane?"