League of His Own Ch. 09

"You are one lucky bastard, Danny," Billy stated as he walked on by.

I spent the afternoon relaxing at home surrounded by my family as it was Sunday and even Kim and Wendy were making sure that they spent time relaxing and chilling out. Kim was busy whispering to all the women in the household, and after dinner and relaxing together in the living room that evening, Kim took my hand and led me towards my bedroom.

"We haven't made love in a little while," she whispered while we made out on my bed, "I'm just so busy already."

"I knew when we all moved in together, Kim. It's okay," I assured her.

"Still want to marry me?" she asked with a smile.

"You know I'd propose right now if that's what you wanted."

"Is it what you want, Danny?"

"It is. The only thing I worry about is how you handle this arrangement in the future."

"Nothing is going to change. I've seen you with Kyla and your mother. I've also seen Wendy with her mother. It's... It's honestly so beautiful what Wendy now has with Anne." She sighed as she snuggled into me. "I guess it's a little sad that we've had to almost leave most of our friends behind. No-one will ever really understand the lives we lead together."

Kim definitely needed me that evening as we made love, feeling her fingers digging into my back, her legs around me, as I gently buried my cock inside her over and over again. She was hot and tight as always, her lips on mine before she would break the kiss, needing to release a moan of pleasure. She enjoyed more than one orgasm as we made love, and I loved hearing her begging for me to cum inside her.

Snuggling into me afterwards, her fingers caressing my chest, she whispered, "When I've graduated and have a job lined up, we'll start thinking about a family. But what you have to do right now is knock your sister up, Danny."

"Like the idea?"

"There are five women in the world who love you more than anything. Your mother. Kyla. Aimee. Wendy. And me. And Kyla needs your baby, Danny. That will make her life complete."

"I'm guessing you've talked?"

"We talk all the time. She loves you so much, Danny. I'm almost a little sad that she's your sister and you can't get married. At least you can have children together, and you can always live together."

"I'll have babies with my sister. I'm not sure about Aimee just yet. But I want to marry you, Kim."

That small sentence made her cry. It must have been the definitive tone of my voice as she was quickly straddling my lap and riding me for all she was worth. My thumbs needed to dry her cheeks as she wasn't quiet while riding me. I think everyone around the house would have heard her cries of joy as she rode me harder and faster with each passing minute.

"Totally going to be your wife soon," she cried out, hands on my chest as she slammed her pussy down on my cock, "Going to be Mrs Kimberly Cole."

"On our honeymoon, is everyone coming along?"

The question had her eyes opening and a sweet smile forming. "Of course. I'm going to need help looking after my husband as I know he's going to pound my sweet little pussy something fierce. I'll end up staggering for a few days, walking like a cowgirl from taking his big cock so often."

She ended up on her back, the headboard of the bed banging against the wall as I fucked her like there was no tomorrow. Kim loved it. We didn't usually make love in such a manner, but I think we were both rather aroused in the moment. "Cum in me!" she cried out.

"Jesus wept, just cum in the woman and go to sleep!' Aimee called out before quickly adding, "And I want the same thing tomorrow night."

That made Kim smile at me after I did cum as she whispered that I should spend time with Aimee. I had a very understanding girlfriend.

*****

"Nearing the halfway point of the season, there is no surprise to see the Penrith Panthers and Brisbane Broncos leading the competition. The Sydney Roosters have been improving and are nipping at their heels, with the Parramatta Eels only two points behind the Roosters after their own fine start to the season. The surprise package of the season so far has been the West Sydney Rangers. Led by their young halfback, Danny Cole, the Rangers have discovered consistency during the first half of the season, only losing to the Rabbitohs, Panthers and Parramatta in three close-fought games. They sit fifth just ahead of the Cronulla Sharks. At the foot of the table are the St. George-Illawarra Dragons and Melbourne Storm, the Storm on a shocking run of form that might see them miss the Finals Series for the first time in over a decade."

"Good," I stated to the laughter of some teammates, "Fuck the Storm."

"We play them in a couple of weeks. Hope we batter the cunts," Billy said.

"Given that Bellamy retired at the end of last season, the only coach who could have possibly replaced him was Bennett," Andy suggested, "Bringing in a rookie coach was always going to be a tough job. And losing Bellamy saw plenty of their players decide it was time to leave or retire."

"Least the Tigers are getting better," Graham offered, "Always hard to see a team stuck in the doldrums, even if they are the opposition. Always felt we had sympathy from other teams and fans given how long this club was struggling."

While my season was going great, I had even better news at home. I arrived home from training on a Wednesday afternoon to find all the women of my life in the living room. And I mean even those who I didn't really see that much anymore. Kyla rose from her position on the couch and launched herself into my arms, sobbing like I'd never seen her before.

I felt a smile form as I immediately knew why.

"How far along are you?" I whispered.

"I went to see the doctor today. She said I'm around three months along." She leaned back, eyes glistening with tears as more fell down her cheeks. "We're having a baby, Danny."

I kissed her with all the love I felt as I lifted her up, feeling her legs wrap around me. To the amusement of the rest, I carried her through to my bedroom. We eagerly stripped each other naked and it didn't take long to find my cock buried inside her once again.

"Does the idea turn you on?" she teased as I started to gently pump into her.

"Fuck yes. My sister is pregnant with my child," I growled, "And I'm going to do it again and again in future."

"God, I love watching them make love," I heard Kim state happily.

"Watching my children being intimate is one of the best gifts a mother can have," Mum stated with a sigh.

I stopped and glanced at the doorway to see Mum, Aimee, Wendy and Kim watching us. "Oh please, like we haven't seen you two have fun before," Kim said with humour, "I think we've all walked into the living room more than once to see Kyla bouncing up and down on your dick." Mum cleared her throat, and Kim immediately blushed. "Okay, I kind of like it when you catch me with him too. It's really hot when someone does catch us, knowing his dick is inside me, making me orgasm..."

"And then when he does finally cum," Wendy stated dreamily, "I can't wait until I'm pregnant too. Only a few more years until I'm lying back, spreading my legs, and telling him to fill me with all his lovely cum."

"Fuck me," Kyla moaned, "I'm so fucking horny now."

The sleeping arrangement did change after that with Kyla spending more nights with me than anyone else. Kim, Mum and Wendy always had their fair share, and Aimee got her turn by sharing it with Kyla, the two sisters loved to snuggle and sleep with their little brother. During some private time, Aimee admitted that she did want to be a mother in the future but didn't have that yearning Kyla had been experiencing for so long.

One evening while snuggling with Mum in her bed after we'd made love, she kissed my cheek before I heard her start to quietly cry. Turning to face her, I held her close as I had a feeling of what was causing the emotion. I let her get it out of her system before I said, "I know it's difficult sometimes, Mum. I wish we could too."

"I'm just too old now for it to be safe, sweetie. If I was even five years younger, I'd be tempted to try. I really would. I love you so much and love that we're intimate, but I'm over forty-five now and just having a baby is difficult without wronging about the fact I'd be pregnant due to my son."

"You realise this won't end until you want it to, right?"

"You mean that, baby?"

"Absolutely. You're as beautiful in my eyes now as ever. I remember telling my friends when I was like ten years old that my mother was the prettiest woman on the planet."

That made her laugh. "I remember. One of your teachers when I went to one of those parent-teacher evenings said you had a very healthy home life as you had no problem expressing your love for me and your sisters."

"I don't think I've ever really been shy in my love and affection for my mother and sisters."

"Want to prove how much you love me again, baby," she whispered, feeling her fingers wrap around my cock, "I love how close I am with my son nowadays."

"Been going on for a while now too."

"And hopefully a long time to come yet. Make love to me, baby. I need my son."

Playing the Melbourne Storm is always a big event for most clubs based in Sydney. There is a bitter rivalry between Sydney and Melbourne as the best city in Australia. New South Wales and Victoria don't have the same bitterness that seems to be between New South Wales and Queensland, particularly when it comes to rugby league. Has to do with the fact Australian Rules Football dominates the Victorian sporting landscape. But the fact the Storm has been so successful since their introduction has certainly rubbed a lot of people the wrong way.

Our track record against Melbourne was bad. Awful. Horrific. Since Melbourne joined the competition in 1998, the West Sydney Rangers have beaten them once. Once!

We aimed to change that on Saturday night. Training was intense from Monday through to Friday, our coaches working us through our paces to ensure we were in top condition, while the head coach went through our game plans regarding both attack and defence. Despite their poor form in the season, we knew that we couldn't take the Storm lightly. They still had bloody good players and a forward pack that could gain some serious metres when they had momentum.

Arriving at our home stadium a couple of hours before kick-off on Saturday afternoon, we knew already that the game was a sell-out, our fans coming in hope and almost expectation that this would be our year to finally beat the Storm at our home ground for the first time.

The Storm entered the field first and they were greeted by an incredibly loud chorus of boos. No-one in Sydney likes the Storm and crowds across the city have no problem letting the Storm players know how much they are hated. I stood around six places behind our captain as he led us towards the field of play, the crowd roaring their approval as we ran out to join the opposition.

We had chosen to kick off, and I think all thirteen of us took delight in smashing the Storm players during that first set of six tackles. They barely made it to the thirty-metre line before they needed to kick, the crowd roaring when our full-back caught the ball and ran back towards them.

By the time of our fourth tackle, we had the Storm backed onto their own line. I put a grubber kick through which required their full-back to bat the ball out of the field of play. Three more repeat sets upped the pressure and it eventually showed as our left centre stepped past one player, fended off another player, and crossed the line for our first try. I easily kicked the conversion.

"Keep it up, boys!" our captain shouted, "Keep up the pressure!"

No game against the Storm is easy and as they worked their way into it, we did slowly start to find ourselves under pressure. Not right up against our tryline, but their kicking game got better, and we found ourselves unable to make too many metres.

Until I kicked a forty-twenty and won us possession twenty metres from their tryline. Within four tackles, I set up a move that resulted in our right winger crossing the tryline, and a conversion from the sideline resulted in the Rangers heading into the sheds at halftime with a twelve-to-nil advantage.

"Don't get cocky," our head coach warned as we sucked back water and energy drinks, "You know what these southern cunts are capable of. You slack off for just a minute, and those bastards will have scored a try and will be hungry for more. That means you keep tackling like you have for the first forty. You put your bodies on the line. You stop those cunts from getting anywhere near our tryline. You work together. Communicate. No dropped ball. No missed tackles. Danny, keep your kicking game going. Make them work all hundred metres if possible."

The Storm threw everything at us for around the first fifteen minutes of the second half. We held them out rather easily. Not to sound too arrogant, but they never looked like breaking our defensive line.

And then we hit them. Hit them hard. Three tries in ten minutes. We smashed them. Our fans didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Two of my kicks led to tries. I didn't miss a conversion. Our forwards were making metres with every hit-up. Our backs were finding gaps with ease. By the time the full-time siren sounded, we had demolished the opposition. It was the stuff dreams are made of. We celebrated like we'd won the bloody Grand Final though we showed the Storm respect. I made sure I shook the hand of all seventeen players, the thirteen on the field and four substitutes.

"Fucking smashed us mate," their halfback told me, "But fair play. Far too fucking good today."

"Cheers, mate. You have no idea what today will mean."

He grinned as he held my hand. "We'll watch you for the rest of the season. Even us south of the border know what you've gone through. Good luck, mate."

"You too, mate. You too. If we meet in the finals, it'll be a cracking game."

He laughed before slapping my shoulder. "You're okay, kid. Hope to see you on telly more often."

I'll be honest. Our head coach had prepared for it. We got absolutely hammered celebrating our victory. By the time we staggered out of the stadium a couple of hours later, I don't think any of us were sober. Yet as I cleared my head, Mum, Kyla, Kim, Aimee and Wendy were still waiting for me. I couldn't stop grinning as I made my way towards them. They followed my career and knew what today's result meant to me.

"You're just lying back tonight and having many excited girls riding your big cock tonight," Kim warned me.

"You were magnificent, baby," Mum cooed, "I love watching my son play rugby league."

"If only I could tell everyone that I'm carrying our child," Kyla whispered, "But we get to know that you've totally knocked up your sister."

"I'm guessing you enjoyed the game?" I wondered. The five leaned back and gave me a look. I managed a grin. "We beat the Melbourne fucking Storm!" I let them go and roared. "Fucking yeah!!! About. Fucking. Time!!!"

They all started to giggle as I found myself enveloped by five happy women. Some of my teammates walked by and made a few comments. They were more than used to it now. I think many of them appreciated the fact I was still so close to my family. Nearly all of them were married with families of their own. I was still the youngest in the full-time squad by a couple of years.

I was still feeling the effects of the cans of beer I'd enjoyed in the sheds by the time I arrived home. Kyla and Kim led me into the house by hand, ensuring I was stripped naked in the living room before they gently pushed me back onto the couch, both pairs of eyes lighting up as my cock was hard already. To my delight, the five women all stripped themselves naked though Kyla and Kim moved away as Aimee kneeled between my legs.

Smiling shyly at me, she wrapped her delicate fingers around the base of my cock. "I get my brother this time," she told me, "And they all want to watch us. I just want to suck your big dick, swallow your cum, and then I want my brother to just fuck me."

"Horny, are you?"

"So fucking horny, Danny," she whispered, "For a long time, I enjoyed sex with you but I could go days without it. But lately... I think it's knowing Kyla is carrying your baby. I think it's triggered something in my head, and I really need my brother to fuck me all the time too."

"And I hear you masturbating often enough," Kim told her.

Watching Aimee wrap her lips around my cock would always be an arousing sight, her head quickly bobbing up and down as her eyes remained locked on mine nearly the entire time. Glancing around to see the others just sitting and watching, I returned my eyes to Aimee and groaned as even I was surprised by how aroused I was.

Running my fingers through her hair, she swallowed more and more of my cock until I felt it ever so slightly go down her throat. That was a rare event for Aimee. She loved sucking me off though didn't always make me cum, eager to have me fuck her instead. I could feel my orgasm approaching, warning Aimee that was the case.

I felt her lips seal even tighter around my shaft, her free hand fondling my balls at the same time.

"Make him cum, Aimee," Kyla moaned next to me, "Make our brother cum and swallow it all."

"Like a good girl," Mum added.

"Oh fuck," I grunted, "You're so good at this nowadays, Aimee."

"Because she loves her brother," Kyla whispered, leaning over to kiss my cheek, "And I know our sister is ever so horny nowadays, wanting and needing her brother inside her, to feel him cum inside her so she can have your baby."

Aimee whimpered with my cock buried in her mouth, gazing up at me with such intensity that it was that look that finally set off my orgasm. I held her head in place as I felt my cock pulsing with each spurt of cum, Aimee never hesitating in swallowing what I had to give her. She kept sucking me even after I had nothing left, her tongue driving me wild before she finally removed her mouth.

"I love pleasuring my little brother," she whispered, her hand continuing to stroke me, "And I just love the taste of your cum."

"She's got it bad right now," Kim joked, "Though I just love his big dick too."

"Totally masturbating when I go to bed tonight," Wendy added, "Thank God we all have a dildo based on his cock now."

Moving onto the floor, I gave Aimee a kiss before I laid down and suggested she straddle my face as I wanted to feast on her pussy for a while. She eagerly did as I asked, carefully lowering her pussy down onto my face. I loved her scent and her taste, slowly using my tongue to get her off. I wasn't surprised to feel lips wrapping around my cock again, knowing it would likely be Kyla.

"No fucking him," Aimee moaned, "He's only cumming inside me tonight. Just keep his motor running until he's made me cum with his tongue."

"My son knows how to eat pussy. I like to think we all taught him well," Mum stated happily.

"I'm glad you taught him because it made our first time wonderful," Kim said, "He was always going to be my first."

"I'm glad you're so willing to share him," Wendy added, "Though I've noticed it's usually only the five of us lately."

"Now that Kyla is pregnant, I think things will slightly change going forward," Mum explained, "But will any of us be upset if he still had sex with maybe Susan or Lisa?"

"God no," Kim replied immediately, "And I know Bethany and Zara are still hoping that he might make love to them at least once."

"I think they're already looking at dating others," Mum admitted, "Once Kyla announced that she was pregnant, I think many of the women in our lives would know things are going to change."

Luckily for Aimee I could eat pussy while listening to the conversation. I knew they were right about one thing. I had distanced myself from many other lovers. I knew Mum kept in touch with Susan as the pair were now good friends. Susan wasn't upset when I suggested that things might have to slow down. Lisa was understandably upset as was Rebecca... To be honest, I knew I was breaking Rebecca's heart. I knew she held out hope that she could remain a permanent fixture in my love life. As for my cousins, I was willing to sleep with them though I did wonder if I wasn't stretching myself too thin by adding them.