League of His Own Ch. 12

A/N - It's taken a while to get here, but we're finally at the last chapter. Thanks to those who have stuck with this the entire way through. Apologies for the rather lengthy delay after Chapter Seven, but I was struggling to continue writing as I really didn't know where to take the story and how long I wanted it to be. Taking time away from writing this did help in the end, and I've written the last few chapters back-to-back and rather quickly.

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By the time you're in your early thirties as a professional rugby league player, even with all the will in the world, eating correctly, keeping your body fit, and looking after it as much as humanly possible, you'll still have wear and tear from playing a physically demanding game. I'd been a professional for well over a decade and I was starting to feel more aches and pains with each passing month.

What I had to give plenty of thought to was my life post-retirement. I didn't want to reach my fifties and be in constant agony. I'd read enough horror stories of what previous generations put up with. At least head injuries and concussions were taken seriously and I would hopefully avoid the degenerative diseases that many of those who played before me had suffered.

And mostly, I thought about all my kids. Sure, some of them were now a little older, but the house was full of kids from toddlers to those now approaching their teenage years.

I eventually had four kids with Kyla as she loved being pregnant and carrying her brother's child. And let's be honest, Kyla and I loved to fuck, make love, and everything in between. We'd often joke that whenever I was in her arse, which had become a regular thing in recent years, it wasn't the right way to go about getting her pregnant. She loved feeling her brother painting her womb, and I loved knowing there was always a chance she'd be pregnant again. I never wore condoms with any of my lovers, and although she was on birth control, there was always a chance that would fail.

I had two kids with Aimee, and she'd now returned to work as both our kids were now of school age. She was a devoted mother, but like our relationship had been most of the time, we loved each other dearly but she could go over a week without needing anything more from me than a kiss and a cuddle on most days. But when she was in the mood for some love from her brother, the other five had to look out. And as she got older and even more confident in herself, she would love to leave me completely empty after a couple of hours of fun.

Kim and I had a couple of kids as we started trying not long after we were married. To our amusement, she must have fallen pregnant the first time we tried. As she wanted to focus on her career while being a mother, Natalie was happy to babysit, as was my mother. As for our marriage, it was as strong as ever. Kim loved wearing my ring, and she always introduced herself first as Mrs Kimberly Cole before adding that she was also a doctor. She'd never had any intention of keeping her maiden name.

Wendy had given me three kids and was the only one to have twins. We ended up having three daughters and she is an absolutely wonderful mother. Hitting her thirties turned up her sex drive to eleven, and I'd sometimes arrive home from training to find her waiting for me, the kids still at school or being kept occupied so I could be dragged to the bedroom so she could have her way with me. I'd never complain.

Rebecca had two children, both boys, and she doted on them something fierce. I did ask her occasionally if she wanted to try for a daughter. She'd smile, state she was auntie to all my other daughters, and that she was happy with our two sons and would focus on them. I think she was hopeful that at least one of them would end up being just like their father.

And finally, there was my mother. Despite all the kids in the household, nothing had changed regarding our relationship. She remained in our home. She remained in her bedroom. And her son was in her bed at least once a week. We still went out on dates. I would happily snuggle with her on the couch. And although she'd been through menopause, she was still keen to be intimate with her son. She was also a wonderful grandmother and was always offering to babysit some of the kids so I could spend time with one of my wives.

After that Grand Final win a few years back, and the subsequent successful Kangaroo tour, it was always going to be difficult to keep the successful run going. Many sides who have slowly built to a crescendo and finally achieved their goal usually have a hangover. Sustained success is bloody difficult, and even professionals can suffer dips in form, their eyes away from the prize once they've finally achieved the ultimate goal.

We didn't dip immediately. We didn't win the Minor Premiership the next season, but finished in the top four, and improved through the season until we made it to a third successive Grand Final. We played what felt like our arch-nemesis after so many years, the Brisbane Broncos.

We beat them by two points in what is considered one of the greatest Grand Finals of all time, the lead changing half a dozen times until I converted a last-minute try from the sideline.

Winning back-to-back Premierships was wonderful. Very few teams have ever won three in a row, and we never got the chance the next season as we were eliminated in the Preliminary Final. Since then, we've been consistently finishing in the top eight though haven't made a Grand Final since. We've seen players come and go. Others have retired. And when Brian decided to retire a couple of years ago, we knew that things were going to be different going forward.

I was sitting with my family over dinner one evening after pre-season when I cleared my throat. The kids were all at the other table so they probably wouldn't hear what I was going to say.

"I'm going to retire at the end of this year," I announced, "My body is crying enough. And after doing my ACL a couple of years ago, I know I've lost that step I used to take advantage of. I don't want to be in my fifties and physically struggling. If I retire at the end of this season, I'll still be rather fit and my body won't be completely falling apart. It's the right time."

No one asked me if I was sure. Mum took one of my hands and squeezed. Kyla and Kim both came to give me a kiss and a cuddle. "When will you make the announcement?" Mum finally asked.

"I'll tell the coaches, staff and players by the end of this week. No way it'll stay a secret, so I'll front the media before the start of the season so it's out of the way."

I waited until the end of the week before I approached our coach first and told him that I was going to retire. He wasn't all that surprised as he knew the ACL injury that I'd suffered had really knocked my confidence at the time, and although I'd recovered, I'd had to change my style of play and I'd never been completely comfortable since then.

When I told my teammates, there were plenty of handshakes and pats on the back. I'd now been captain of the side for years and was seen as a figurehead of the club as a whole. I knew that even after retirement I would remain linked to the club in some capacity or other. I didn't really have any interest in coaching but thought I could remain as a trainer or perhaps coach one of our development sides.

A week before the start of the season, the club announced that I would be holding a press conference. I was dressed in a suit and tie when I walked into the media room. My coach offered to join me, but I told him that I was okay and it was something I needed to do myself. Thanking the assembled journalists for coming, I took a piece of paper from my pocket.

"I'm sure you're all wondering what you're doing here today with only me sitting before you. I'm unsure if there are any rumours out there, but I've felt it necessary to make this statement now so the club can focus on the season ahead while also taking steps regarding the future of the club.

After fifteen years as a professional rugby league player, achieving numerous milestones regarding my individual career, including a Dally M Medal, representing both my state and country, and winning a Clive Churchill Medal in a Grand Final, it is time for me to close the curtain on my career. I am announcing today that this season will be my final as a professional rugby league player for West Sydney Rangers.

I do not make this announcement with a heavy heart. Fifteen years is a long time to play professional footy. We all put our bodies through the wringer week in, and week out. I've suffered more than my fair share of injuries. I still have niggles each and every day. This is one of the toughest sports on earth, and I want to retire while I still feel that my body isn't on the verge of completely falling apart.

I am immensely proud of my time with West Sydney Rangers. I started my career with the intention of being a one-club player. Rangers showed their faith in me when signing me on and I only hope I repaid that faith every time I signed a new contract.

I can look back on my career and feel that I have achieved all my goals. Two Premierships. One Minor Premiership. A Dally M and a Clive Churchill Medal. Four series wins against Queensland when I represented New South Wales. A successful Kangaroo tour and further test victories against varied opposition.

There are numerous people I have to thank for giving me this opportunity. Everyone at West Sydney Rangers for signing me originally. All the coaches, trainers, physios and doctors that have worked for the club during my time here. All my teammates, whether current or past. Many have become as close as brothers, sharing a bond forged in fire through twenty-four games a season at minimum. Rugby league is not an individual sport. Every weekend, there are thirteen of us on each side who take the field to play the greatest game of them all.

I've loved every minute that I've been at this club. I'll treasure the memories I've made and will reflect back on them in the future with a smile on my face.

Lastly, though, I must thank my family. My beautiful wife, Kim, who has stood by my side for more years than I count. My mother and sisters, who have always kept their faith in me. My closest friends Wendy and Rebecca, who have always picked me up when I was at my lowest. My kids, my nieces and nephews, many of whom currently live with me and simply make every day better than the last.

With this being my final season, I would love to go out as a winner by leading West Sydney Rangers to a third Premiership. Whatever the case, I will give everything for the cause until that final whistle. I'll start thinking about my future only after that whistle has been blown."

I folded up the piece of paper and gazed expectantly out at the waiting journalists. I wasn't surprised that I didn't leave the media room for another half an hour as I was surprised that a few of them wanted to reminisce about my career.

Walking through the front door at home, I arrived later than usual as the boys all wanted to have a beer with me at the Leagues Club after my announcement. What had me smiling was that Brian arrived alongside Billy and a few teammates who had retired in recent years. Billy was now my best mate and had been my Best Man when I'd married Kim. He still didn't know about my relationship with my sisters and mother but knew everything about Wendy and Rebecca.

Kyla greeted me with a kiss and a cuddle as always. Only Kim was still at work as she worked long hours as a doctor though had moved into a different field which kept her hours to the day and more consistent. Aimee had just arrived home, walking out of her bedroom to greet me in a similar manner to her sister. Mum, Wendy and Rebecca were out in the backyard, walking outside to greet them. What had me laughing was Rebecca's hand ended up inside my trousers to give my cock a stroke.

"Someone is horny?" I teased.

"I need a hattrick tonight. Mouth, pussy and arse," she whispered.

"I love it when he pounds my arse," Wendy murmured, "I had no idea anal felt so fucking good until that first time. My god, I can't believe I had such an orgasm from it."

"Once the kids are settled tonight, want to join me tonight, Rebecca?"

"Want a blowjob now?"

"Eager?"

"I got myself twice at school today. I've been so fucking horny... I don't know what's going on. I'm not pregnant, I know that."

Wendy watched the door as Rebecca led me over to one of the chairs on the deck by the pool. Mum sat next to me as Rebecca lowered my trousers and underwear to free my cock, not wasting time in getting her lips wrapped around it. My fingers ran through her hair as she gazed up at me.

"Love seeing you suck my son's cock," Mum said softly, "I just love seeing his girls make him so happy."

"Want to join me, Lauren?"

"No, sweetheart. His cum is all yours. I'll get my turn again soon enough."

Rebecca didn't tease me at all, almost desperate in her attempts to make me cum quickly. Watching my entire cock disappear was always a delight as I felt the tightness of her throat. All my girls were now easily capable of doing that. The older they got, the kinkier they all seemed to be. For example, until I put the ring on her finger, Kim had never been interested in anal. By the end of our honeymoon, she loved feeling my cock in her arse, and as my other girls were all with us, they were all eager to have a go at it.

Warning her I was close, Rebecca gazed at me with lust and love in her eyes as she felt my cock start to throb as I started to cum. She loved making plenty of noise when gulping it down, only releasing my cock when it was obvious that I had nothing left, leaning back on her knees with a satisfied look on her face. Knowing I would want more, she slowly stripped off until she was naked and rested on my lap. I had no problem kissing her as I felt the heat of her pussy on my groin.

"Later," she whispered, "I want to feel a load of your cum in my fertile womb..."

"You're so fucking naughty, Becca," I whispered back.

"I'd love to be fertile again just so I can lie back in your arms and think of conceiving again. Maybe just stop taking birth control and take the chance each and every time."

"I won't say no if you are interested in another one."

"Maybe. But after you fill my pussy at least once, you've got to fuck my arse. Just bend me over the bed and slam it nice and deep. I want to be uncomfortable all day tomorrow."

"Find it a little bit addictive now?"

"I'm not sure who loves anal more in this household now," she said with a giggle.

"Kyla," Mum stated, "That girl would happily have her brother fuck her arse every single day if she could. It's why her exercises have focused on giving her that perfect bubble butt. It looked glorious when my son is balls deep inside her butt."

I couldn't help laughing as Rebecca giggled. "Jesus, Mum..."

"Hey, I love a little anal from time to time too," she admitted, "But your sister is obsessed. And to be honest, I think Kim loves it more and more after each time you do it. I'm aware she wears a plug every day."

"Kyla sends me videos of her with a dildo up her butt most days," I said.

"At least you're all happy," Mum said, "Are you going to ride his big dick now, Rebecca?"

"No. I'm hoping he'll eat my pussy first though."

"Get your cute butt inside and into my bedroom," I ordered her, earning another giggle, "My wife needs to be pleasured."

Going to bed that night, Rebecca received two loads in her pussy and then another in her arse, and that was only after I'd fucked her arse for a solid hour. When she snuggled into me afterwards, the smile on her face lit up the bedroom. Kyla knocked on the door and almost begged me to do the same to her. Rebecca was always keen to share, and happily laid back as I had Kyla on her knees, head on a pillow, as I carefully slid my cock inside her tight little bum and proceeded to pound the hell out of her. By the time I came, Kyla had enjoyed more than one orgasm as she played with her pussy at the same time and could barely lift herself up off the bed.

"Going to pay for that in the morning," she murmured when snuggled against me, "God, I love it when you fuck me like that, Danny."

"You know Kim is going to want the same thing tomorrow night now," I suggested.

Kyla snorted. "Please, that woman is as obsessed with getting her arse fucked as I am nowadays. Then again, as I've always said, up the bum, no babies."

Rebecca staggered around the house the next morning to the amusement of the adults. The kids, even the older ones, were still a little innocent about certain things. Didn't stop Rebecca from giving me a steamy kiss before she was off to school. I received a message a little later that it was a very uncomfortable drive but that she loved the feeling.

As for Kyla, she couldn't help herself and whispered to her sister, our mother, Kim and Wendy exactly what happened the previous night. And she was right about one thing. Kim gave me a look that told me everything I needed to know. My official wife that night was in my bed and ensured we were both well and truly satisfied after what felt like hours of lovemaking. Kim made no secret of the fact she absolutely loved sex with me, and very rarely would she say no to me if I suggested it. In fact, more of than not, I would be approached and taken by the hand to a particular bedroom.

"Good thing I'm on birth control as that load you dumped in me earlier felt enormous," she whispered as we snuggled together.

"My wife gets me hot and horny. I can't help it. I swear people have this impression that men in their thirties start to lose their drive. I'm as horny now as I was at eighteen."

Leading up to the first week of the season, now that my retirement was taken care of, I could simply concentrate on each game as it came. I hoped and intended to go out on a high. Making the Finals Series would be fantastic. Making another Grand Final would be verging on a miracle. But the new coach had bedded in new players and new philosophies since he'd arrived, and there was hope that the Rangers would make the top eight yet again.

The first game of the season was played at our home stadium. It was a sell-out like usual as our fans remained committed and loyal to the team even if we were not quite as successful as a few years ago. What I didn't miss were one or two banners that made mention of my own loyalty to the club. Almost enough to bring a tear to the eye.

We played Manly in the first game of the season. I'm not sure if it was the occasion, the announcement that I'd recently made, or it was just one of those perfect days. But we smashed them. Absolutely smashed them. At the end of eighty minutes, even we had to look at the scoreboard to make sure we believed what we'd done.

West Sydney Rangers 66 - Manly-Warringah Sea Eagles 6

It was easily the largest win the Rangers had ever had over Manly. The fans in the grandstands celebrated like we'd won the Grand Final. Walking into the sheds after the game, the coach was waiting for us. Though he was delighted with the performance, he warned us not to get over-confident. He knew Manly had simply not turned up while we had put in a great performance. The next game probably wouldn't be as easy.

While the next game wasn't too easy, West Sydney Rangers did end up making their best start to the season since we won the Minor Premiership, remaining unbeaten through our first six games and topping the table with two other sides. Confidence increased with each victory, and I knew that I wasn't the only one left with the belief that maybe we could go all the way once again.

It would be one hell of a way to wrap up my professional career.

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