League of His Own Ch. 09

"Mum is flying up on Friday morning. Kyla is probably too pregnant to travel. Aimee will stay with her sister."

"I'd love to come, but it's a Friday game and... You know..."

Lifting her chin with a finger, I kissed her again. "I know you're worried about it, but please stop. I've understood since long before we even started living together. You've worked your arse off to get to where you are and will continue working that pert little arse off until you achieve your ambition."

"When we get married, I'm going to be a doctor, but I've always said I will take your surname. I want to be Doctor Kimberly Cole... I want everyone to know that I'm your wife. Married to the hunkiest man in rugby league." That made me snort as she giggled while snuggling tighter into my side. "Danny, I know it's early, but have you thought about what you'll do after retirement?"

"I'll stay connected to the club like Billy has. He's a club ambassador and does a lot of work in the community. I've also had a word in my ear about possibly looking into a gig in the media. Television or radio."

"Still a few years away at least," she whispered as her hand caressed my chest, "Danny... I'm not the only one to notice that you only spend time with the five of us now."

"I was probably taking advantage of the situation to the detriment of relationships which matter most. You're my girlfriend, Kim. I'm just fortunate enough that you're open-minded when it comes to Wendy and my family. I think nearly every other woman would have freaked the fuck out."

"I did freak out for a little while!"

"You did, but you also showed me incredible understanding. I mean, ignoring my mother and sisters, the fact you're happy that Wendy is in our lives."

"You know I love Wendy. And I know you love Wendy too."

We made love as I knew Kim was in bed not just to snuggle. The door to my bedroom remained closed though I'm sure everyone heard her moans and cries of delight as we made love. Mum only knocked on the door when she assumed we were finished, opening the door to find a very happy Kim snuggled into my side again.

Kim spent Saturday morning and early afternoon studying and focusing on assignments. Wendy could afford to spend her weekends usually relaxing though she would have to study harder once exams and assignments were due. She spent her evenings on a weekday doing that so her weekends were free. She ended up dragging me to my bedroom, pulled down my shorts once I was lying back on the bed, and rode herself through a few orgasms before I dumped a load inside her.

"Fuck, I needed that," she whispered when lying on my chest, "Just an infusion of Danny's dick. Recommended by nine out of ten doctors."

That had me laughing before I asked, "You okay?"

"Of course. As long as I get this a couple of times a week, even if it's only a quickie. Once I've finished my studies, I'm going to wear myself out by having you fuck me constantly. And threesomes with Kim. Definitely lots of threesomes with Kim." She paused a moment before lifting her head to meet my eyes. "Danny... Are you now committing to only a few of us?"

"Yeah..."

The smile was immediate. "I'm not the only one to say you probably didn't need to do that, but I do love you even more for doing it too."

"I think once Kyla and I agreed to start having children, I just knew that I'd have to change my lifestyle, at least slightly."

"Hand on heart, who do you miss the most?"

I had to give that question some genuine thought. "All of them," I finally replied quietly, "They were unique in their own way, Wendy. Susan just needed to be loved. Lisa could be wild but was also incredibly loving. And Rebecca..." I trailed off as I knew that she loved me. Whether she was in love, I still wasn't sure to this day, but ending things with her had been the hardest out of everyone.

"I'm guessing that you'll probably never fuck my mother?" she asked, hearing the humour in her tone.

"Probably not. Things might change in the future. I mean, Kim hasn't been quiet about the fact her mother is a little despondent about her marriage ending. But I don't think having sex with me, her daughter's boyfriend, is necessarily the best thing to do."

"You don't mind that I have fun with my mother?"

"Absolutely not. Firstly, I'd be a massive fucking hypocrite for thinking that. Secondly, I know your mother needs you like that. She sacrificed so much, and for you to show how much you love her... It's like with my mother. Adding intimacy simply brings us even closer. Most people obviously think incest is fucking up, but I reckon if it was somewhat legal, they probably wouldn't make a big deal about siblings who are close in age. But a parent and child relationship has that authority relationship."

"Well, I seduced my mother so no-one can complain about that."

"I know many young men have wonderful relationships with their mothers. I think they're missing out by not being intimate with them. I think there are plenty of men out there who are sexually attracted to their mothers or sisters, but society says that it's wrong and it's also illegal, so they do nothing about it. The one thing for me is that I'm always going to need to be careful."

Wendy rolled off me and had me slide my cock back inside her to continue making love. "Would you consider a threesome with me and my mother?" she wondered while moaning softly.

"Maybe... It's something I'd need to discuss with the others."

"Okay," she moaned again, "Oh god, fuck me, Danny. I fucking love your big dick."

"It loves your tight little pussy, Wendy."

"You'll be the only dick I ever have. Well, a real dick anyway. One that'll cum in me at the end."

"Still want children?"

"God yes. But later. Knock up your sisters a couple of times first."

Kim and Wendy were both rather happy when I walked out to join them on Sunday morning. After breakfast, they were eager to sit down with me to watch a replay of the game that I'd played on Friday night. I knew we would review the game at training the next day, but I always liked to watch the game either the same night or the day after to get an overview of what we'd done right and what we'd gotten wrong.

Training from Monday to Wednesday put us through the usual paces as the coaches and senior players put together a plan to deal with the Brisbane Broncos on Friday night. They were a young and exciting team. Great offence and tough defence. We'd played them once already during the season and run them close. They needed to win and hope Penrith lost for a shot at the Minor Premiership. We needed a win to guarantee finals footy, otherwise, we needed help from others to guarantee us that we'd be playing in September.

The worst part? We would need to cheer on the Melbourne fucking Storm if that was the case.

Flying up to Brisbane on Thursday morning, we checked into our hotel before heading out for our last training session. Everyone knew what was on the line. It was actually nice to hear that Brisbane would not be underestimating us either. They knew we were both fighting for something. They wanted to finish top of the ladder. We wanted to play finals footy again.

Running out onto Suncorp the next evening, we were booed though it wasn't particularly loud. Given the complete lack of Rangers success for the last few decades, most supporters had a genuine soft spot in their hearts for us. Well, I did say most. Penrith and Parramatta fans hate us as much as we hate them.

The game was played at a frenetic pace from the moment we kicked off. The tackles were hard. Neither side was able to bust the defensive line. The only thing that gave us even a moment of respite was when I or the opposing halfback kicked the ball down the field. It took twenty-five minutes before the first points were scored, Brisbane crossing the line after getting a slight overlap that we just couldn't prevent.

Heading into half-time only six points down was an achievement as Brisbane had a habit of scoring at least three tries on average. But we'd been defending more during the first half and it's fair to say that we were already feeling the strain. The coach was positive though, geeing us up and telling us to stick to the game plan. It was obviously working as we kept Brisbane limited to only a couple of opportunities.

We scored within five minutes of the second half starting. We were ten metres from their tryline when I put up a bomb. At least half a dozen players went up to catch it, with one of our wingers coming down with it and placing it on the turf. The referee sent it to the Bunker to check but everything was okay. I popped over the conversion to tie up the scores.

Then it was just brutal, griding rugby league. Neither side wanted to give an inch. Bodies on both sides were tired, but neither was willing to give up. There were a couple of half chances for both sides that got the crowd excited. But it was old school. Nothing but hard tackles and few metres gained. I attempted a couple of forty-twenties that never came off. Their halfback focused on field position, making us work from our own tryline. We only reached the halfway line half the time before our set of tackles was over.

I learned long ago that life wasn't a fairytale and our hopes were dashed only two minutes from the end. Brisbane had us pinned back on our tryline for four repeat sets, and although we were giving our all, one of their props simply ran into our lines and tired bodies simply couldn't hold back his power. He crashed over the line to the roar of the crowd. We couldn't help but gather near the posts, hanging our heads. We'd put everything on the line for seventy-eight minutes and it wasn't enough.

At full-time, we shook hands and waved to the few supporters that had travelled from Sydney to Brisbane. Back in the sheds, most of us were quiet until the coach walked in. He immediately told us that he was proud of our efforts, and we had put pride into the jersey.

"Now we have to rely on Melbourne to do us a favour," Eric stated.

We gathered at the club on Saturday night to watch the Melbourne game. If they won, we would finish in the top eight. If they lost, the team they were playing would leap over us. It was weird cheering for Melbourne. They couldn't finish in the eight though they'd improved later in the season.

It was gut-wrenching watching as neither side could establish dominance, a real seesaw of an encounter. A few of my teammates simply couldn't watch as the clock was winding down. Melbourne were two points up with the opposition doing everything they could to score a try that would guarantee them victory.

The Melbourne Storm did the West Sydney Rangers a massive favour. With two minutes to go, with the Storm in the trenches on their own tryline, the opposition halfback threw a long pass out to his left... Where it was intercepted by the Melbourne Storm right centre. They didn't catch him, running ninety-five metres to score under the posts and confirm the win.

It also confirmed that the West Sydney Rangers would be playing finals footy for a second consecutive season.

*****

Our son was born in early November, roughly a month after the Grand Final. We'd learned about the sex of our child when Kyla was at her scan, wanting to know so we could prepare the nursery for him or her. I wasn't in the delivery room. I might have been the father, but no-one apart from a few people knew about that. Mum was in the room with her, and I only headed in after she'd given birth.

Holding my son in my arms, I couldn't help grinning like an absolute idiot. I would be his father though my name would not be on the birth certificate. There would be no father listed.

Everyone was excited about the birth. Our son was born pretty much on time, so apart from the hospital wanting to monitor him for a few hours, Kyla had come through it feeling a little tired and sore, but she was otherwise feeling rather good about herself.

At least my personal life was wonderful. We'd made the final series, and our first finals match was against the Canberra Raiders. We had to play them in Canberra...

We lost. Badly. It was almost a repeat of the previous season. We made the finals, and we just ran out of steam within a week. Canberra had put us to the sword from the kick-off. By the time we trudged off the field eighty minutes later, I was already thinking about next season.

But that was in the back of my mind as I helped Kyla into our home after she was released from hospital, Mum carrying our child with a now heavily pregnant Aimee following us. The entire family was present to greet our son.

Our son was born in November. Heading into Christmas and the holiday period into the next year, we did have to adapt slightly to the presence of a baby. Kyla was often woken to nurse. I didn't mind waking up to change nappies and give him a bottle. There's already more than one photo of me sitting back on the couch with my son.

Kim and Wendy at least had a few weeks off so we could spend time together. Kim admitted to still feeling broody, perhaps a little worse now that there was a baby in the house, and one more would be arriving soon. As she finally had time to relax and unwind, she wanted to relax by spending a lot of time in bed with me, and more often than not, Wendy would be invited to join us too.

Kyla had to wait a few weeks before we could have sex. Aimee swung between being unbelievably horny to not wanting to be touched at all, and her mood could change on the hour. Being ridden by a heavily pregnant woman, with her tits even bigger than ever, is quite the sight and was more arousing than I thought it would be.

Aimee gave birth to our daughter in early February of the next year. Once again, I waited outside as Mum was in the delivery room with her. Kyla, Kim and Wendy were with me as we waited for news. Her delivery took a little longer than Kyla's, but Mum walked out and announced that both mother and daughter were absolutely fine, and apart from needing a little bed rest, Aimee would be released within a couple of days.

Holding my daughter in my arms a little later, Aimee couldn't stop smiling at me. "Think I might be a stay-at-home mother too, at least for a few years," she said, "And I think my brother is going to make a wonderful father to our children as much as he does with my sister."

"Shame that I'll only ever be seen as an uncle by everyone else," I said.

"What matters is that I know you're their father, and you are the father with Kyla."

I knew our life at home was going to change as we slowly introduced kids to the household. Yet on the night that Kyla was finally given the green light to be intimate again, I took my sister out for dinner and a couple of drinks before we returned home.

As we were making love, she whispered, "Put another baby in me, Danny."

I couldn't stop the smile as I was already loving being a father.