League of His Own

A/N - I would like to wrap up this series sooner rather than later, as I don't want to just keep endlessly writing chapters to pad out the story. This chapter will focus on an entire season in the life of Daniel Cole, the tenth chapter will take place a couple of years in the future, the eleventh chapter a couple of years after that, and the twelfth chapter will focus on his later years, inevitable retirement and then what the future might hold. All in all, it'll be twelve chapters.

Proofreading and editing suggestions provided by OhDave1 as always for this chapter and the next three chapters too. My thanks to him for the assistance as always.

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I loved the first game of the season, that mixture of nerves and confidence that built up before running out onto the field for the first time. The pre-season had seen us win more games than losing but our form still hadn't been great. But I knew that I'd rather build form through the season, hitting our stride the closer it got to finals, rather than burst out of the blocks and then run out of steam by the end of the season.

Arriving at our training ground to take the bus to our home ground together, there were the usual new faces as there were always comings and goings during the off-season. We were usually informed when any major development happened and had gotten to know our new teammates during the trial matches. Rome wasn't built in a day, but certain players had been with the club for a while who were starting to believe things might be changing for the better.

Our first game of the season was at Accor Stadium against the Rabbitohs. It was the same stadium where the 2000 Sydney Olympics had been held. The opposition was coming off a successful season having made one of the Preliminary Finals (the two matches to decide who would play in the Grand Final) at the end of the previous year.

We'd played at Accor numerous times before. The previous season, they'd beaten us in one of our worst performances of the season, the sort of game where nothing seemed to go right, and even I would admit to making one too many mistakes. The sort of result where even the coach simply suggested we dusted ourselves off and just got ready to go again the next weekend.

"How are you feeling?" Graham asked me as I laced up one of my boots.

"Just eager to get the game started. Hate the off-season."

Eric, our captain, chuckled next to me. "Spoken like someone who hasn't been playing for years, without all the aches and pains that come with over a decade of experience."

"Yeah, but everyone knows you're an old man with all these youngsters now around us," Mike retorted, a fifteen-season veteran who we all knew would retire at the end of the season. We were already hoping to send him out on a good note.

Andy was still out injured so I still had to perform goalkicking duties, the coach already suggesting that my percentage stats were high enough that he'd consider me continuing the duty even after Andy returned. If there was one thing that I'd spent most of the off-season doing, apart from relaxing with my family and enjoying life, I was down at the local park nearly every day, spending a couple of hours putting the ball through the posts over and over again.

It turned into one of those turgid opening games of the season where both teams were still finding their feet. Far too many errors, too stop-start, and no real flowing footy for the game to be considered a spectacle. And with it being a rather low-scoring affair, we trudged off the field at full-time, having lost narrowly, wondering if anyone in the grandstands had actually enjoyed the game.

Kim, Wendy, Mum and my sisters were by the barriers as they always came to the first game of the season, no matter where the game was being played. They could sense my frustration immediately. I hadn't played all that badly, but it was one of those days where nothing seemed to go right for us as a team. The only thing that saved us was the opposition was barely functioning at the same time.

After hugging and kissing each of them, Mum told me that she'd follow the bus to the training ground to ensure I got home, and the rest would head home and wait for my return. Entering the dressing room, I wasn't surprised about the glum faces. Our coach had been happy enough with our performance, and it had been a narrow loss, but I knew we'd be pushed hard when returning to training on Monday.

Mum was standing by her car when I stepped off the bus a couple of hours later, sharing a quick goodbye with the guys, before I walked towards her. She hugged me tightly as always, no-one even giving us a passing glance. They knew that she was my mother, and I had no problems with her hugging me or kissing my cheek. "I thought you were wonderful today, baby," she whispered, "I know you have set very high standards for yourself though.",

"Just frustrating, that's all," I admitted, "Come on, let's go home."

Sliding into the passenger seat, Mum pulled up her skirt to show she wasn't wearing any panties. "If my son wants to play with me while I'm driving..."

"You're incorrigible sometimes, Mum."

"You know I get aroused watching you on the field. And I'm not the only one. Expect a few naked women to be waiting for you."

"Sure you don't want me to drive and you can play with yourself?"

The speed at which my mother pulled to the side of the road and had me driving made me chuckle once we were underway again, Mum perching one tiny foot on the dashboard, the other on my lap, as she started to play with herself. I loved how confident she was nowadays, and it wasn't the first time I'd sat back and just watched her masturbate. She knew how sexy I found her and the love we now shared was well beyond that of only a mother and son.

"I love hearing you orgasm, Mum," I whispered after she'd had me suck her fingers clean, leaning across to rest her head against my shoulder, "That first time we were together, and you enjoyed one... I knew I'd want to have that in my life going forward all the time."

"Never thought I'd fall in love with my own son, but I also knew I'd have to share that love with others. If you ever worry about any of us being unhappy, Danny, I promise you that all the girls talk. Yes, there are moments of jealousy, and it is to be expected. This is a very unusual arrangement."

"Understatement of the century there," I chuckled.

Arriving home, my two sisters and two girlfriends were waiting for me outside, all of them in nothing but bikinis. Being that the season started in March, therefore still only early autumn in this part of the world, many days were still very warm and the temperature in the evening could still be high on occasion. Mum followed me to the bedroom, watching as I undressed, smiling as I was soon naked as she moulded her body into mine. I couldn't see her face, but I knew Mum would be smiling. Like my sisters and my two girlfriends, sometimes all they wanted was a long cuddle.

Good thing I was the sort of young man who loved a cuddle too.

Joining the others outside, it didn't take long for Anne, Natalie and Caroline to join us. Anne had asked Wendy about coming to watch a game or two. She wasn't a rugby league fan at all, explaining that she wanted to learn as she wanted to support me, still ever so thankful that she had a lovely house to call home. Caroline had moved in with Anne rather quickly, and Natalie was spending more time at the house as she'd sat Kim down one evening and told her that she was going to be leaving her father.

There was no mention of his doing the dirty on her. She did suggest they could barely talk without arguing, and she was convinced that although he wasn't cheating, it was obvious he wanted to move on and find someone else. Natalie confessed that she was no longer attracted to him in return so would be glad to eventually leave. It was sad to hear as Kim would now share something with so many of our contemporaries in that she would have divorced parents.

Kyla was giving me a look the entire time. We hadn't started trying for a child yet though I knew how eager she was to get started. What we had discussed was what would happen once she had our child. Given that I would continue to see my wage increase as I got older and gained more experience, and sponsorship deals would help pad out my wage, she suggested the idea of staying at home.

I agreed with the idea, as long as she was happy. Though Kyla was happy at work, I was more than aware of how much she wanted to be a mother most of all. I knew that once she'd given birth to our child, she would be a stay-at-home mother and she had my support. Mum thought it was a wonderful idea as well, aware that Kyla just wanted to be a mother, but that she was desperate that the father be her brother.

All my other girls seemed to sense Kyla's mood as they were all bidding us goodnight at a reasonable time, leaving me alone with my beautiful sister. Taking me by the hand, she led me inside and towards her bedroom, undoing the ties of her bikini top and bottoms once we were through the doorway. Turning to expose her naked body, she smirked as my immediate arousal was obvious, lowering my swimming shorts to show off my cock.

"I love your fucking cock, Danny," she said softly before gently grasping it, "It always feels so good inside me." She leaned up to kiss me, immediately hot and passionate. Pressing her body into mine, I growled as I was already of the thought that I really wanted to fuck my sister all night. She leaned back and looked into my eyes. "I want our baby, Danny," she whispered, her eyes glistening in the only light provided by a lamp to either side of her bed.

"Have you stopped birth control?" I could see the blush before she nodded her head. "When?"

"I've timed everything, Danny. If we make love tonight and the rest of the week, there's a chance I might conceive rather quickly."

"Are you ready for it?"

The smile was ever so sweet. "Danny, I've been ready since the first time we made love. I think we've both waited long enough to start our family. All the girls support the idea too. Kim and Wendy won't be able to give you children for a little while yet. I can. I want a child with my brother. More than one, to be honest."

I had her legs spread and my face buried between her legs within a couple of minutes. I loved going down on her. I revelled in her taste. Her scent made my cock incredibly hard. And I just loved making her orgasm. Feeling her fingers grip my hair to keep me in place always made me smile. I knew those to either side of the bedroom might hear us though that would just lead to them masturbating. The agreement was that I would never be disturbed while with a lover.

As soon as she was begging me for my cock, I moved up and met her eyes as I slid it inside her. She moaned softly as I gently buried my length, leaning down to kiss her as we immediately started to move together. None of my lovers just lay there and had me do all the work. I loved feeling her hips move to my thrusts, wanting every inch of my cock inside her each time. It also helped rub her clit and touch all the good places inside her.

"Cum in me," she moaned, "Cum in me, Danny. I need to feel my brother cum inside me."

"Still totally hot that I'm inside my sister," I grunted, her eyes alive with her love and lust for me.

"I know. Now fill your sister's womb. We're having a baby."

I was far too turned on to last much longer, pumping her faster as I felt her legs wrap around me. Our lips met and the kiss was so loving that I needed to break it simply to meet her eyes again. We moaned together a couple of more times before I finally buried my cock and released, feeling her pussy clenching around my cock to almost milk me dry.

Once she realised that I was finished, I rested my head on the pillow next to hers as I felt her arms wrap around me tightly as I heard her sniffles. "I needed that," she whispered, "I love you so much, Danny."

Riding me a little later, Kyla had always loved bouncing on my cock. She was a vision of perfection, and when a smile formed on my face, she stopped and wondered what had me smiling. "Just imagining you in the same position but with a swollen belly," I admitted.

A gorgeous smile broke out on her face before she leaned down to give me a soft kiss, sitting back and resuming her grinding as she placed a hand on that same belly. "I know we'll conceive this week," she whispered, "My brother will give me a baby. More than one baby. We'll have such a large and loving family. My brother will have his wife, his sister-wife, and so many lovers. A home full of love."

"You can handle that?"

"I love Kim and Wendy like sisters. And they're a lot of fun too."

I came inside her twice more that evening, once while she was still riding me, and after we enjoyed a little doggy action, and my sister had always found that position a little submissive, so we ended our lovemaking in missionary. Simple but the best, continuous kissing as I loved feeling her fingers running up and down my arms and back.

Cuddling into me afterwards, her fingers running up and down my chest, she sighed happily as I kissed her forehead. "Penny for your thoughts," I asked.

"Just how normal this feels, being with you intimately," she replied, "After our first time, I didn't feel weird. It felt right. I always thought I'd end up feeling weird, that this was wrong, that it would eventually stop. All that's happened is that I've fallen in love with you more and can't imagine my life without you now."

"Kyla... You know I feel the same way but..."

"Hush. Don't say a word. As I said, I love Kim and Wendy. You're a public figure now. If anyone, and I mean anyone, ever found out about us, it wouldn't just ruin you. It would ruin our family." She kissed my cheek. "Besides, I know for how long you had a crush on Kim and how much your love for her is genuine. As for Wendy, she's just adorable. I'm glad they're in our lives."

Kyla was all smiles the next morning as everyone gathered for breakfast. The morning after a match, I'd always wake up with some aches and pains as rugby league was more physical than ever. And being smashed by guys six inches taller and twenty kilograms heavier was always going to hurt. If we'd been battered, we would have been ordered in for training, but despite the close loss, the coach had been happy with the performance, aware it was only the first round and that we would find consistency as the season progressed.

Kim and Wendy were now at university, and this was the part of our relationship where I knew their focus was going to be more on their studies than their relationship with me. I knew Kim was going to be incredibly busy considering what she was studying. She knew that I would be as supportive as I could be. Wendy wouldn't be quite as busy though her degree was just as highly desirable.

At the beginning of the week, I attended training during the day, going through my daily regime of exercises and sticking to my dietary plan. I enjoyed looking in the mirror and seeing my physical development. I was definitely growing broader each passing month and had never felt as fit.

The team flew out of Sydney on Wednesday afternoon as we would be flying to tropical North Queensland to play the Cowboys. It was one of the longest road trips most teams would take. I'd never looked at the data, but I think even flying over to New Zealand to play the Warriors wasn't as long. As soon as we stepped off the plane, it was humid and sweltering. It is why all teams headed up a couple of days early, to somewhat acclimatise to the heat and humidity.

It was always a tough road trip, and it was one of the very few that no-one from home would come to. I didn't blame them, and I knew they would all be watching on television anyway. After our first game, the coach had been positive although he worked us hard in training the day after we arrived in Townsville. Sitting in the hotel lobby on Saturday morning, thinking about the match later that evening, I was busy texting most of the girls back home. Kyla was being incredibly suggestive. Mum let me know that she was missing me. Kim admitted to already being snowed under. Wendy sent me a picture of her snuggling with her mother in bed.

"What has you smiling?" Billy asked. He'd taken on a role as one of our trainers. He would be the bloke wearing a bright t-shirt running onto the field with water bottles and instructions from the coach. He lived and breathed rugby league.

"Just keeping in touch with the family back home."

He sat on one of the comfortable armchairs next to mine. "I remember meeting most of them. It's nice that you're so close. If I remember right, you've moved houses?"

"Yeah, given my family a nicer place to live, plus my girlfriend is now living with me too."

"Thought you had two?" he asked, giving me a look that I knew well.

"I generally try and keep my lifestyle under wraps. You know what the media can be like."

"Depending on how this season goes, expect to be in front of them more often in the future. You're not captain, but... You know... I got used to sitting in press conferences nearly every week by the end of my career."

"Enjoy it?"

The question made him laugh out loud. "Fuck no. Sports journalists are fucking snakes. They'll misquote anything they like."

"It's why I try and not talk to them too much right now."

We'd never won in Townsville. The North Queensland Cowboys had joined the competition in 1995, and we'd played in Townsville over a dozen times since then. Rarely even come close to a win. They were coming off a rather good season last year having made the finals. Their first game hadn't been good, so both teams were coming into the game off a loss.

Despite the heat and humidity, the Rangers started the game well, scoring ten points without reply in the first twenty minutes. My kicking game was going well and the cobwebs from the game against the Rabbitohs had already disappeared. The Cowboys pressed our line a couple of times, but our defensive line remained strong. It was one of those games that probably wouldn't end up high-scoring. The Cowboys did kick a penalty just before half-time, but we walked off the field feeling confident.

The second half started with the Cowboys throwing everything including the kitchen sink at us for the first twenty minutes, and when they crossed the line for a try and converted, it was a two-point game. Despite the setback, me and my teammates remained confident. I remember in my first season that heads would have started to drop and the fight would have left us. This was a new team. With a full season of experience and one of the leaders of the team, I had started to find my voice.

It turned into the sort of game where it was just one set of six for the Cowboys, they would kick, and then we had a set of six. Usually only making thirty or forty metres during each set before kicking. It was going to take a moment of inspiration for things to change. And it came in the form of one of our second rowers. He hit the line and burst through. As soon as he hit the open field, he sprinted away. By the time he was caught, he had support to either side, Andy accepting the ball and crossing the tryline on his return from injury. I converted to make the gap eight points.

When the full-time siren sounded, West Sydney Rangers had won their first-ever game in Townsville. Returning to the sheds after the obligatory media commitments, the coach was full of praise for our performance. A couple of our new recruits were acquitting themselves rather well already.

Flying back to Sydney the next day, I wasn't surprised that nearly everyone was there to greet me. Mum gave me a rather tight hug first before my sisters and two girlfriends practically hugged me together.