League of His Own Ch. 12

My first major media commitment in the new year was sitting down with Matthew Johns, Brian Fletcher and Nathan Hindmarsh on the Matty Johns Show in the early rounds of the new season to discuss my career at length. It was hard not to be a little emotional as we went over some of the highs and lows of my career, from my very first appearance for West Sydney Rangers, to some of the heartbreaking losses during those early years. Then there was the rise of our club, making the finals, and then making our first Grand Final. Representing my state and then my country would always be something that I'd be proud of, but it was winning Grand Finals with West Sydney Rangers, after so many years of graft and toil, that would always be my proudest achievement.

I attended every home game of West Sydney Rangers the next season. My family still attended as they'd always been footy fans regardless of whether I played or not. I'll admit to feeling a little melancholy from time to time when I sat back and watched, still feeling that desire to put on a jersey and head out onto the field with twelve other lads to play the greatest game of them all. But I knew my body was already thanking me for no longer doing that. I still woke with aches and pains, going for a weekly massage as it did make me feel pretty bloody good for a few days.

Two years after my retirement, I signed an agreement with Fox Sports to be a semi-regular pundit. I told them that I didn't want to be there every week, but as every game from every round was shown on their network, I would happily come in for West Sydney Rangers home games and promised to be as objective as possible. I would learn lessons from ex-professionals such as Peter Sterling, who played for Parramatta and then spent decades as a commentator and pundit, and he was always objective when it came to Parramatta.

My family supported this new avenue as it would give me something to do for a couple of hours a week, and they knew that my love for rugby league had never faded. Giving up the game didn't mean I didn't still love it. It had been a lifelong passion of mine and would remain so until my death. Punditry did lead to me trying my hand at commentary. Meeting Andrew Voss, the head commentator of Fox Footy, had me grinning as he'd been the voice behind some of my greatest wins. He was full of advice when it came to calling the game, and though I didn't commentate with him often, it was always good fun and a great laugh. And I always hoped that I came across as professional and knowledgeable about the game whenever I was next to him or whoever was leading the commentary.

The only disappointment was the almost inevitable slowdown of success for the West Sydney Rangers. They made the finals for the next two seasons after my retirement, but after that, they went on a barren run of success. I guess remaining successful for so long would be difficult, but my retirement led to the eventual retirement of a few others, while a couple of other former teammates chose to move on to other teams. There was a good bunch of youngsters coming through the juniors, but they would take time to develop. Until then, the Rangers faced perhaps a few years of struggle.

As I look back on a long career, I can't help but be content. No, not just content. Delighted. I had joined a team that was in the doldrums, without any success for decades. By the time of my retirement, the same club had won three Premierships, a Minor Premiership, and was a consistent finisher in the top-eight. I'd represented both my state and country, won a State of Origin series in a whitewash, won a Kangaroo tour unbeaten, and also helped win a World Cup for my country.

But at my side the entire time was my family. Professionally, my life had been wonderful. Privately, my life was unbeatable.

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Epilogue

Waking up next to my wife on one side and my sister on the other, I had to lie back and simply smile to myself for a few seconds. I didn't care how old I was, I would never fail to rise to the occasion when it came to taking care of the women in my life. Kim and Kyla practically jumped on me after arriving home from a media commitment, ending up on my back naked on the bed as Kim rode my face and Kyla rode my cock.

"So fucking horny," Kyla stated.

"We're in our forties and horny all the time," Kim added with a moan, "Good thing our husband gets hard for his wives."

"Still blasts his cum into my womb too," Kyla giggled.

"Should he have our arses tonight?"

Kyla snorted. "Please, he fucks you in the arse almost as much as he fucks your pussy, Kim."

"And you?"

"Every time we fuck, he gets the hattrick. Mouth then pussy then arse."

"I think we all do that for him now."

"I think Wendy is a real anal bandit nowadays though. Swear she's never not wearing some sort of plug. And I think you must use that strap-on a lot too."

"The only thing she hates about it is that it doesn't cum."

When they'd enjoyed more than one orgasm, and I'd filled them both, they'd rolled off and cuddled into my side, whispering how much they loved me, before we all drifted off for a nap.

My life was now about my family more than rugby league nowadays. Though I still had media commitments, I spent most of my time at home. Most of our kids were now older and the oldest were now aware of particular curiosities about our lifestyle.

Mum was now in her sixties. She'd gone through menopause and her sex drive completely dried up. She was disappointed for a little while until she finally realised that her son was happy to go to her bed and simply cuddle her. When I assured her that I would always love her, no matter what, she wept as I held her. We did still have sex though it did take certain things for it to happen.

Kyla never returned to work, and she took advantage of that, particularly as I was often home myself. We fucked like rabbits for years, particularly once all the kids were at school and we had the house to ourselves. It wasn't just about the sex though. My sister was taken out on a date once a week. Given that I'd retired, although I was on television from time to time, I wasn't really in the public eye though still had to be careful when out and about with my sister. But she knew how much I loved her. I treated her like my wife.

Aimee resumed her career once our youngest was at school. We still enjoyed a sex life together though she did admit to losing interest over time. She had always experienced a lower libido than all my other lovers and was left wondering if things would change when entering her forties. Nothing did change. We still made love occasionally, and she still enjoyed fun with the other women, but sex wasn't all that important to her, so we both made sure to spend time together intimately, just without the sexual aspect.

Kim is now a respected medical practitioner in the community, and in my eyes, has simply grown more beautiful with age. We're as committed today as we were when we were just friends. Her friendships and love for my family have bonded all of us closer together. Our sex life has barely slowed down. Like Kyla, she'd always eager to make love, and as she entered her forties with me, we were making love whenever we had a few minutes to spare. Sometimes, all she wanted from me was to cum inside her. Then she'd pull up her panties, kiss my cheek and whisper her thanks, then go and find Kyla or Wendy and tell her what was in her pussy. She'd then have her pussy eaten a few minutes later.

Wendy is a dynamo. I think she always was, but the older she got, the more expressive and kinkier she became. I loved it and so did the other girls. We were always reading things together to try, and there was little that Wendy wouldn't try at least once. But despite all that, there was no doubt that she was as much in love with me as Kyla, Kim, Aimee, Mum and Rebecca were, and I loved her the same as the others. It wasn't always hot and kinky sex. We made love constantly as well. She would sometimes stay home from work to make love, spending all day in bed together, and sometimes Kyla or someone else would join in.

Rebecca is the happiest woman I know. Not to say my other lovers are not, but I think Rebecca coming into our little arrangement later than the others had her feeling perhaps a little differently about things. While her focus was generally on me most of the time, she built meaningful relationships with my family and lovers, and to be honest, I think she and Kyla get on the best. I know they have had sex together more often than perhaps the others realise, particularly once Aimee's interest in anything sexual dimmed and Kyla needed to feel the love of a woman. Given how close Kim and Wendy have always been, I think Kyla and Rebecca being so close makes sense.

And then there is me, I guess. I know how lucky I am. I had the opportunity to play professional rugby league and grabbed it with both hands. It could have gone wrong very early on, but I made the grade and went on to have a fantastically successful career. Honestly wouldn't swap it for anything. I remained loyal to my club throughout and can now look back with nothing but a smile.

But privately, I realise I am the luckiest man on the planet. I've had a beautiful relationship with my mother from the moment I was born. Adding intimacy to that, enjoying her as my first lover, would remain unforgettable. Being with my sisters and having a family with them, part of me wishes that other brothers could experience that level of love and devotion. Then there are my three wives as they've always insisted on being called. They're my best friends, partners in crime, and are my chosen family. We have a house full of kids together because of them, and my only hope for them is that they all live happy and healthy lives in whatever they choose to do.

"Can we do this for another forty years?" Kyla whispered into my ear.

"Definitely with at least me and your sister," Kim added.

"I love you, little brother," Kyla said softly, snuggling tighter.

"And I love you, husband of mine,' Kim added, snuggling to my other side.

Yes, I was definitely the luckiest man in the world. And I wouldn't change a single thing.

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A/N - The events of the Grand Final of this story are influenced by two from my youth - the 1989 Grand Final between the Canberra Raiders and Balmain Tigers, considered to be one of the greatest of all time, with Canberra winning after extra time by 19-14. And the 1991 Grand Final between the Penrith Panthers and Canberra Raiders, where Royce Simmons was playing in his 238 ^th and final game for Penrith, scoring two tries during the game, and helped his team win 19-12.

Thanks to those who stuck with this the entire way. Had a lot of fun writing it and putting it together. For anyone outside of Australia and the United Kingdom, I can only suggest you look up rugby league on YouTube and take a look at some highlights. You'll gain an understanding of why the sport is so popular in New South Wales and Queensland.