League of His Own

A/N - As noted at the start of Chapter Nine, this eleventh chapter will be taking place at least a couple of years after the events of Chapter Ten. This is the penultimate chapter with the twelfth and last chapter taking place in the future again.

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"How are you, Danny?" Brian asked as I walked into his office. It was the first day officially back at training after the summer.

"Got to be honest. It still stings even after a couple of months. Guess it will until we finally win one."

"We've been building and building, Danny. We made the Grand Final last year. And we ran them close. We finished equal top of the ladder at the same time and were only denied the Minor Premiership on for and against. This year, we win the whole thing. Minor Premiership and then we win the Grand Final. Finally put decades of hurt to rest."

"I'm not sure what hurt the most. Losing the Grand Final or being whitewashed in the State of Origin."

"Well, you were injured for the second and third games and had only lost the opener in Brisbane by a couple of points. Just make up for it this season as I know for a fact that you'll be the first name picked by Madge."

I couldn't help but grin. "Thanks, coach. What about you? Still retiring at the end of the season?"

"It's why this season is ours. You all get your winners' medal, and I can finally go out at the top. I told the board that I won't be leaving until I either win the title or they decide to sack me."

I enjoyed catching up with my teammates and going through our paces over the next couple of hours. Some of us were simply teammates, but there were a few that I'd developed genuine friendships with since I joined the club. Billy was still part of the fabric of the club, and despite the considerable gap in our ages, he was now one of my best friends. And he still liked to joke about my personal life. He didn't know about the incest, but he was aware of my relationship with Kim, Wendy and Rebecca.

I'll admit that I'd been down in the dumps after losing the Grand Final the year before for quite a few weeks. We hadn't coasted through the finals series, but after our issues in previous years, we'd beaten the opposition handily in the Qualifying Final before putting in one of our best performances of the year in the Preliminary Final. It had been a tight game, but we showed nerves of steel whenever we were backed onto our own tryline. We had all the momentum as we prepared for the Grand Final, but on the day itself, I think it was the nerves and the pressure.

Our fans were magnificent at the full-time whistle, continuing to chant for us as we shook hands with the victors. We might have lost, and it fucking hurt, but they'd seen our improvement season after season. Fans who had supported the club for decades were seeing the sort of success they likely only dreamed about.

Heading up onto the stage to accept our losers' medals wasn't fun, and having to make a speech after coming so close was almost too difficult. Had trouble finding the right words though I made sure to congratulate the opposition. Then came talking to the assembled media and talking about the future. I suggested that we were continuing to build a foundation and that the loss would only make us hungrier to win the Minor Premiership and then win the Grand Final the next season.

It was good being back in the daily grind of training, dusting off the cobwebs that developed over the off-season. I enjoyed exercising and loved testing my limits when it came to strength and endurance, and once we had the ball in hand again, running through various drills each day, it was amazing how quickly it was to get back into the groove.

My two kids were now at school in kindergarten and I'm pleased to say that they loved it. It was adorable when we had them dressed in their school uniforms with their big bags on their back for their first day. Kyla and Aimee were feeling rather emotional when we dropped them off with immediate suggestions that we start trying for another child.

My home life was rather interesting at the moment as there was more than one pregnant woman at various stages. Kyla was heavily pregnant and almost ready to burst. Aimee was only a month or two behind her sister. And then there was Wendy who was pregnant, which wasn't a surprise to anyone, but Rebecca was also pregnant with our child. She was around four months along, and it was a surprise as she was on birth control. The doctor suggested it failed due to a bout of illness that perhaps prevented it from working.

Kim wasn't pregnant yet as she was in her final year of studying and residency before she would become a doctor. She wasn't pregnant... But she did wear our engagement ring on her finger. As soon as Rebecca announced her surprise pregnancy, I knew that I had to propose as despite all that Kim had suggested for years, I knew she was hurting at seeing the arrival of children with my other lovers and worried she was being left out. She sat me down a couple of times and admitted to insecurity in our relationship. She knew nothing would ever change my feelings for her, but I also understood her concerns. Assuring her that I loved her always made her smile.

I made her smile even more when I was definitive in my belief to marry her, and a week later, we were out shopping for an engagement ring. Mum, my sisters, Wendy and Rebecca all supported the idea. My proposal couldn't be a real surprise as it had to be organised with our rather busy professional lives, but I still managed to make it somewhat romantic, and as I slid the ring onto Kim's finger, she cried before whispering into my ear that perhaps we should continue practising for when we had children of our own.

It was my turn to send her in to work the next morning looking a little worse for wear but with the largest smile on her face. She admitted to spending at least the next week showing off her engagement ring to anyone she could.

Lastly, there was my mother. With her daughters and my girlfriends having our babies, and Kim now engaged to me, I did worry about how she would be feeling. So I made sure that at least once a week, I took my mother out on a date, and my other lovers went out of their way to encourage me to spend plenty of time with my mother. Mum was honest with me more than once that she was a little sad that she couldn't give me a child. Each time, I assured her that her role in my life was as a mother and lover. The sex we shared was always wonderful. Most of the time, we made love. Occasionally, Mum needed her son to fuck her nice and hard, leaving her a little sore the next morning which always had the other five girls giggling at breakfast.

Our first match of the season was at home against the Gold Coast Titans, a team that was up and down like yo-yo from year to year. Last season, they'd finished near the bottom of the table and, after a strong recruitment drive, were now tipped to make the finals series. Our recruitment drive hadn't been as elaborate, our coach merely adding a little experience to a team that had been continually improving for years. Some of us were already wondering if this would be our final chance. Many of my teammates were starting to look at retirement in the face.

Most seasons will start one of two ways for most teams. The first half a dozen matches or so will be tight affairs as teams have used the pre-season to get themselves prepared, and with all the players fit and healthy, with very few aches and pains in the muscles and joints, every team is capable of putting in top performances again and again. Then there are those seasons that can start strong for certain teams while others are already struggling.

Despite all their recruitment, it was obvious that the Titans were taking time to gel as a unit whether they were attacking or defending as we had them beaten by halftime. It was while I was sitting back, sipping at an energy drink, that a representative of the club found me in the sheds. Bending down to my ear, she told me that my sister had gone into labour during the first half.

While no one was aware of my intimate relationship with my mother and sisters, they knew we were incredibly close and nearly everyone had met my family numerous times over the years.

"Finish the game then head straight to the hospital," I was told, "Brian can take care of most of the media commitments."

"Thanks."

It's amazing how I was able to compartmentalise my mind with the news that my sister was now giving birth to our daughter while I still had to concentrate on winning a game of rugby league. Both were of equal importance. I loved my family, and couldn't wait to see our daughter, but I was a professional, I wanted to win, and everyone knew how important West Sydney Rangers was to me at the same time.

The Titans must have had a rocket during halftime as they came out in the second half for a fight. They managed to get a few points on the scoreboard, but they never came close enough to threaten our lead as we managed a couple of converted tries of our own. As soon as the referee blew the whistle for full-time, I walked around to shake hands with the opposing players before the same club representative walked onto the field and told me to get changed and get to the hospital.

Kim was watching from the stands and met me outside. Taking my hand, she led me towards her car and she quickly drove us to the hospital where Kyla and the rest of the family were. Mum was in the delivery room with Kyla as expected, Aimee, Wendy and Rebecca all greeting me with hugs. A nurse recognised me and told me that Kyla hadn't given birth yet and it was possibly going to be a lengthy labour.

Wendy, Aimee and Rebecca all spent time cuddling with me as we waited for news about Kyla. Aimee was in one of those stages of her pregnancy and her libido crashed. Didn't stop me from cuddling my sister whenever she wanted. Wendy and Rebecca had their moments, but to be honest, their pregnancies seemed rather serene. Rebecca was ever so excited about being a prospective mother.

It was early the next morning when I was roused from sleep by my mother, a large grin on her face, quietly asking me to join her. Kyla was already in recovery and nursing our daughter. Although she was clearly exhausted, she managed a smile as I leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"And this is our daughter, Danny," she whispered, "To be honest, I think that my life with my little brother is complete. I've now had our babies. I just want to be your sister-wife and mother to our children from now on."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm going back on birth control. Can't not have my little brother climaxing inside me."

"Jesus, Kyla," Mum exclaimed, "How are you thinking about sex right now?"

"We haven't had sex in a month, and I'm going to have to wait at least six more weeks until we can again." She stopped and smiled at me. "Thank you for this, Danny. I love you so much."

"Love you too," I replied.

Kyla had to remain in the hospital for a couple of days to recover, visiting her in her room after I was done with training each day. Mum brought our son along to meet his new sister. Aimee didn't visit as she was getting rather close to giving birth herself, so remained at home where she was comfortable, but Wendy and Rebecca both came to visit Kyla at least once.

The girls made sure to wait until I had finished training the day that Kyla was released so I could wheel her out to my car, place our daughter in the bassinet in the back seat, and Kyla held my hand the entire drive home.

I occasionally received questions about my home life from teammates as they were aware that I lived with Kim and Wendy and did have to confess about Rebecca also being a lover of mine. I remember telling Billy first and he absolutely roared with laughter, suggesting that while many would think that I was a lucky son of a bitch, I also had to deal with trying to keep three women happy who would get jealous in the end. Even after all this time, I still worried about that occasionally.

As for my sisters and their pregnancies, the story was that both had been to a sperm donor clinic and they were happy being single mothers. I loved having them live with me and enjoyed being a hands-on uncle and that Mum loved being a grandmother who could see her grandchildren on a daily basis.

That was the story and most of my teammates respected me for supporting my family in such a manner. They knew I lived in a big house and many of them had visited for a barbecue during the summer. Although we were teammates and professionals, and it wasn't expected for us to be friends, I had grown close to those that I'd been playing with the longest. It's fair to say that Billy was one of my best mates. His wife was lovely and his children were all fantastic.

Having another baby in the house didn't change things too much. I still happily got up to change a nappy or feed her a bottle. Occasionally I'd sit back on the couch and simply cuddle her while she was crying. I knew Kyla was still recovering and I wasn't the only one helping out as Mum loved looking after her newest grandchild.

Of course, having another child in the house turned my mother on when it came to intimacy. A couple of weeks after Kyla arrived home, we were in bed when Mum was really in the mood for me to fuck her. Feeling her legs around my hips, and ankles locked at my back, she was begging me to just fill her.

"Fill my womb, baby," she moaned as I pounded her, "Give me your baby. Fill up your mother so she can have your baby."

It no longer upset her, it was just a kink we shared. My sisters loved to lie there and watch as I made love to our mother, and knew that if it were possible, she would have loved to share a child with her son.

"Can only imagine what you'd look like when you were carrying our child," I growled, "Just spend my life knocking up my mother again and again."

"Fuck, baby," Mum moaned, "So fucking hot, the thought of you just filling me with your cum and then I'd have our daughter."

"Daughter?"

"Absolutely. We'd have a beautiful daughter, baby. She'd grow in my belly for nine months and then I'd have my son's child." The idea turned her on so much that the orgasm tore into her though I kept fucking her. "Oh god... Oh god... Don't stop, baby. Not until you fill my womb with your seed."

When we finished a couple of hours later, as Mum went out of her way to ensure I was empty and her pussy was dripping, she snuggled into my side and I was concerned that she'd upset herself. Meeting her eyes, they glowed with the unconditional love that she'd always had for me.

"Don't worry, sweetie," she assured me, "I just love being naughty. I love the fact you're having children with your sisters and that I get to be the grandmother to them, plus when Wendy and Rebecca give birth. Life will change a little bit with all these babies and toddlers, but it'll be a lot of fun too."

The next morning, Mum woke me with a hell of a blowjob, bringing me close to climax more than once, her eyes sparkling with amusement before I finally grabbed the back of her head and practically growled that she'd better swallow my cum. Her eyes lit up with pleasure before I did finally cum a couple of minutes later, hearing her swallow down each spurt before I made a gesture, shuffling just enough so she could lower her pussy onto my mouth.

"You love my pussy, baby?" she teased as her hips started to move, "Love the taste of your mother's hot, tight pussy?" I made a sound that suggested that I did. "I can't believe how wonderful my son's tongue feels. He makes me cum so hard each and every time." She leaned back enough to take my cock in hand. "Oooh, and his big dick is already hard again. I think I'll cum on his tongue before I slide down his big dick."

I loved how horny my mother was nowadays. If she could have me fuck her every day, I knew she'd take advantage of it. Once I made her cum a couple of times with my tongue, she lifted herself away and eased my cock inside her once again.

"Ooh, it's home again, baby. My son's big dick belongs in my pussy," she moaned, leaning forward to rest her hands on my chest, "I was your first, baby. Your first lover. And then your sisters got to have you. And I love Kim, Wendy and Rebecca like they were my daughters. But I was your first and I love that. Your first lover was your mother."

"A night I'll never forget," I grunted as she started to really ride me, "And every night since is unforgettable."

"You're back home, baby," she whispered, "Your big cock was made for my pussy, and I know your sisters feel the same."

There was no doubt that my personal life was wonderful. My family was growing. I was engaged to be married. My relationship with my lovers was as close as possible. Professionally, that was also going quite well. We'd made a fantastic start to the season and Rangers were leading the competition after half a dozen games for the first time in decades. Our new recruits were doing well, and the old-timers knew this could be their last chance at glory. Nothing was being left to chance.

The first major test came against the Brisbane Broncos at Suncorp Stadium on Friday night. They were nipping at our heels and a win would put them level on points though above us on for and against. We flew up on the Wednesday full of confidence that we would be competitive and beating them would open up a small gap over the rest.

Rangers fans flew up or drove in significant numbers, hoping to see our first win in Brisbane since 1997 when we'd beaten the long-extinct South Queensland Crushers in what was one of the biggest results of the year for our club.

It was an absolute sell-out which wasn't any real surprise. Even the people of Brisbane gave us respect for the way the West Sydney Rangers have slowly but surely lifted themselves out of mediocrity. Every other team now took their game against us seriously. We were no longer the easy beats of the competition.

Eighty minutes of frenetic footy began after we'd been joined on the field by the Brisbane side, over fifty thousand in attendance, and no one missed the section of Rangers supporters doing their best to give their support to our side. We kicked off and that first set of six tackles was a preview of things to come. Every time I was hit in a tackle, it almost left my ears ringing. The Brisbane players were relentless in defence, and their attack was on song.

But the Rangers of this season were even better. We put sustained pressure on the Brisbane defensive line in return, and my kicking game was better than ever. But it was with the ball in hand that I was able to pull strings, finding gaps large enough to allow at least a half-break. And after twenty-two minutes, I made a break alone, stepping the fullback though he got just enough of a leg to slow me down. I passed the ball to one of our centres and he scampered away to score.

The only other points of the first half were a penalty goal that I slotted through the posts, meaning we headed into the sheds at halftime with an eight points to nil lead.

Brisbane came out in the second half intent on smashing us to pieces. And it worked. We suffered three injuries in fifteen minutes. Although our interchange players were just as good as those started, it meant we were short of options when exhaustion started to show, particularly regarding our forward pack. With twenty to go, Brisbane scored their first try and quickly followed it up with a second one five minutes later, both of them converted, giving them a four-point lead.

The game flowed back and forth with neither side until we had momentum with five minutes to go, pinning Brisbane back on their line by ensuring my kicks stopped within their in-goal and they were left having to give the ball back to us.