A/N – Hello all. Glad to read so many positive comments from the first five chapters. With so much on my plate regarding everything I’m writing for this site, I’m pretty much writing chapters for any ongoing series whenever I find inspiration. I just have so many ideas knocking around in my head that I feel the need to get them down, so while I have an idea of where story is going, with most series I’m writing, I’ll generally hit a wall and leave them for a while before returning.
Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter and I’ll try and get the next one started and up in a reasonable amount of time.
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Opening the door, I wasn’t surprised to see Kim and Wendy arrive together. Both were dressed casually, both wearing a light-coloured blouse with a skirt to an inch or two above the knees. Kissing both of them softly, I invited them in, Aimee and Kyla in the living room already, greeting them as well. Mum called out ‘Hello’ from the kitchen, adding that she was just putting the finishing touches to our meal.
The four girls took a seat at the table as I grabbed a couple of bottles of wine from the fridge, pouring each of them and my mother a glass, while I stuck with bourbon with cola. Mum placed two large dishes in the middle of the table, one being Kim’s favourite, the other being Wendy’s. They thanked my mother, smiling at me as they knew I would have informed her what they liked, the six of us digging in and making casual conversation.
Mum had made a cheesecake for dessert, ensuring an appropriate liqueur was served alongside it. My sisters, Kim and Wendy were chatting away like old friends. With Kim, that would be true. She’d been a frequent visitor since we started primary school together at five years old. Wendy was just so nice and friendly; they would have felt they’d known her for just as long with an hour.
Retiring to the living room afterwards, I sat on the couch with Kim to my left, Wendy to my right. Taking a hand on theirs each, I cleared my throat. “There is an ulterior motive as to why you’re both here tonight. I have a confession to make. It’s a confession that might end with you leaving here tonight feeling different about not only me, but my family as well. All I ask is that you listen with an open-mind, and I’ll answer any questions you have. Okay?”
I could sense both curiosity but also nerves from both. “Okay, Danny,” Kim finally replied.
Taking a deep breath, I squeezed their hands, almost in reassurance, before I started. “Okay, so everyone here knows I dated Rachel for two years and, let’s be honest, she spent two years leading me on. I’m not saying any man or woman is obliged to have sex with their partner, but the fact she cheated on me for a year is why I say she led me on. She admitted at our end of school formal that she thought I knew and accepted it. She was obviously wrong.
The night I found her with other men at Stacy’s house obviously ended that relationship in an instant. I was rather drunk that night and don’t remember getting home. What I was told the next morning was that, when I got home, I was drunk, rather horny, and quite suggestive in regard to my sisters and mother.”
“Sexually suggestive?” Kim asked.
“Yes. I’ve always considered my mother a beautiful, mature woman. I know my father broke her heart, and she’s had little luck in finding any sort of decent man to share her life with since then. I’m sure you would agree that Aimee and Kyla are utterly gorgeous as well.”
“Of course,” Wendy said.
Taking another deep breath, I continued. “During my relationship with Rachel, we didn’t do too much what I’d call sexual. A lot of kissing, where looking back on it, and figuring where her mouth ended up a lot of the time, it does cause the occasional shudder. But apart from her allowing me to finger her, and a few half-hearted handjobs from her, there was nothing else sexual. She explained why since then, and if I looked at it from her twisted point of view, I can even understand to a degree. Doesn’t change the fact she cheated on me and was, being blunt, a massive cocktease, happily fucking anyone else but leaving me, her boyfriend, high and dry every time.”
“Why did you put up with it for so long?” Wendy wondered.
“It wasn’t love, it was infatuation. I think all of us here can agree she’s gorgeous, and she also had many moments when she was incredibly sweet. She was also a massive pain in the arse, but when you’re infatuated, and desiring someone intimately, you find yourself putting up with a lot of shit. Anyway, back to that night, I get home, I’m drunk. I’m horny. I’m practically gagging to have sex with someone, and well, I may have been rather suggestive in regard to my mother and sisters.
Waking up the next morning, Kyla took care of me as I wasn’t feeling particularly well. We showered together, mostly because she was worried about me passing out, but while in there, Mum made a joke about her sucking my cock. I thought it was just a joke, until I was told what I’d said earlier that morning. I thought nothing of it, but I’ll admit, I’ve always been attracted to the three women in my life. I know you’re not supposed to be but that’s just how I’ve felt for a long time.”
“Even with Rachel?” Kim asked.
“Mum knew I was being led on. Kyla simply never liked her. Aimee generally kept her opinion to herself. Whenever Rachel was over, I noticed the looks Kyla gave her. I’m sure Kyla wasn’t aware I noticed, but while she was never outright rude, it was obvious how she felt. Anyway, they knew everything I’d been through during my relationship, so before returning to school at the beginning of the year, Mum made me an offer.”
I took another deep breath; I squeezed their hands again.
“My first sexual experience in regards to a blowjob was with Kyla. My first sexual experience in regard to eating pussy was with Aimee. My first sexual experience in regard to making love was with my mother.”
Silence before Wendy finally said, “Wow. Really?”
“Um, yeah. Mum sorted it out for me. She knew I was left frustrated with everything but didn’t want me to lose my virginity with someone it wouldn’t mean anything with. Mum knows how much I love her, so… Well, we went with something highly unusual.” Glancing at Kim, she met my eyes, a small grin on her face. “I know it’s a shock, Kim. And I understand…”
“Just processing, Danny. You’re right, it’s quite the shock.” The lack of tone in her voice immediately concerned me.
“Are you still sleeping with any of your family?” Wendy asked. Her tone suggested curiosity.
“That’s why I’m telling you both now. You and Kim accept that I’ve been with others. Obviously, telling anyone that I’m sleeping with my two sisters and mother would be quite difficult to share with anyone, let alone with the two women I love. But I couldn’t keep this a secret… No, that’s wrong. I’ve been lying about it, but… I felt, before the turn into the new year and you go off to university, I had to be honest about absolutely everything. You both accept I’ll be with others, and I’ve told you about everyone else I’ve been with. It’s got to the point…”
“I’m in love with him,” Kyla whispered from her position on the floor in front of us, “I’m in love with him and I want a child with him.”
I knew Wendy accepted immediately as she let go of my hand, sliding onto the floor and hugging my sister. No surprise Kyla burst into tears as she held onto Wendy tightly. “I guess we’ll need to talk between ourselves soon,” Wendy said softly.
“Kim?” I asked.
She met my eyes… Then she burst into tears and, before I could stop her, raced out of the house. Wendy and Kyla both stood up and readied themselves to chase her. Mum immediately raised her voice to get our attention. “She’s going to need time to process this,” she stated before looking at me, “You’ll need to talk to her at a later time, Danny.”
“I’ll talk to her too,” Wendy added.
“Why are you so okay with it?” Aimee wondered.
“I love Danny. And to be honest, the idea of him being with either of you, or your mother, is rather kinky. And, well, I’ll make my own confession. You know erotic literature online? I love reading the incest stories of love between siblings.” She took a deep breath before moving to sit next to me. “But fantasy and reality are very different beasts, Danny. I’m going to go home and process all of this.”
“That’s okay, Wendy. Just keep in touch.”
Walking Wendy out to her car, we shared a long hug. She mostly whispered her reassurance that, once I’ve talked to Kim, she’ll understand. It was just a lot of information and an unexpected confession which is why she was so upset. Watching her drive away, I couldn’t stop myself from slumping, left wondering if I’d ruined my relationship with Kim.
“Go talk to her,” Mum whispered, looping her arms around my body, “You love each other so much. There’s a way to get past this.”
Sighing to myself, I turned to give my mother a hug before heading inside to get changed. Walking outside a few minutes later, I headed straight for Kim’s house. Knocking on the front door, it was answered by her mother. “Danny,” she whispered.
“Hey, Mrs Smith. Um… Kim was rather upset when she left my place. Did she say anything?”
To my surprise, she stepped forward and hugged me. “She asked me to tell you that she just needs some time to think. Give her a day or two. Can you do that for her?”
“I can… Can you let her know how much I love her?”
“Of course, Danny. I think everyone knows how much you love her, but I’ll let her know as soon as I close the door.” She sighed before asking, “What’s upset her so much?”
“I can’t explain it right now.”
“I understand, Danny.” She leaned back and smiled. “I know how much you love each other. I’ll have a talk to her.”
“Thanks, Mrs Smith.”
Walking home, I couldn’t remember a time I’d felt so deflated. The idea that my friendship, let alone my relationship with Kim, could possibly be at an end was something that near enough made me want to just collapse and cry. Walking inside, Kyla and Aimee immediately came rushing out to hug me. “I take it she didn’t want to talk?” Kyla wondered.
“I spoke to her mother. Kim said to her that she wanted a couple of days to think about things.”
“She loves you, Danny. She’ll understand and accept it,” Aimee assured me.
I was down for the rest of the day, spending most of the day by myself in my bedroom, lying back on the bed, going over everything that I’d explained that day and was left wondering if I should have been so honest about everything. But I was tired of living a lie. I knew being honest could change things, but I’d lived in hope that the two women I loved would eventually understand why I’d been intimate with my mother and sisters.
After dinner and a lazy night in front of the television, Mum took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. Stating I wasn’t really in the mood, she shut her bedroom door and hugged me. “I just want to love my son,” she whispered, “We don’t have to be intimate for me to do that.”
I always slept naked, and once my mother was naked, we got into bed as she cuddled into me, and she spent most of the time we remained awake reassuring me that Kim loved me, had loved me for a long time, and that it was simply a shock to the system. Give her some space and time, and she’d want to at least talk about things.
We must have talked for a good couple of hours before she asked, “Feel better, sweetie?”
“Yeah, I do actually.”
“Good. Want to make love to your mother?” Rolling onto her back, she moaned softly as I slowly slid inside her. “That’s it, baby,” she moaned again, “Take your time. No rush tonight. I love you so much.”
“I love you, Mum.”
She was my mother, and she knew what I needed nearly all the time, and in that moment, I needed intimacy with someone I loved. Her eyes lit up as I sank my cock inside her, feeling her legs wrap around her, her hands caressing my back, as we moved in unison. I loved the sounds my mother made whenever we were making love. She wasn’t shy about how much she loved to have sex with her son.
Feeling her orgasm underneath me always helped me finish, Mum clutching me tightly as she felt my cock pulsing deep inside her. “That’s it, baby,” she cooed, “Fill your mother up again. Right into my womb.” Feeling my eyes widen, she returned a shy smile. “The idea of being knocked up by my son, even at my age…”
“Are you capable of kids still?”
“Of course, Danny. But I’m not having another child. Kyla, however? She’s definitely having your children.”
Pulling out to lie next to her, Mum kissed down my body and took my cock in her mouth to get me hard again. I couldn’t help chuckle as she lifted herself away for a moment. “Horny, Mum?”
“I am, but I’m also making sure I make my son smile again after what’s been a difficult day.”
Taking my cock back in her mouth, her head was slowly bobbing up and down, and once she had me back to full hardness, straddled my lap as I happily watched her sink down on my cock. I loved watching my mother riding me, my hands at either her hips, feeling up her breasts, or she’d lean forward, and I’d grab he arse.
“Mum,” I moaned.
“Yes, baby. I love your big cock!”
“Oh god… Mum…”
Leaning down to kiss me, her tongue sliding into my mouth, I made her squeal when I started to pump into her at the same time. She enjoyed another orgasm within a couple of minutes, my hands holding her arse firmly as I started to really fuck her. Her hands moved to my chest as she sat up, moving my hands to her hips.
“Fuck me, baby… Fuck your mother…”
“I love you, Mum.”
“I love you too, baby.”
I have no idea how long we fucked until I unloaded inside her a second time. Mum couldn’t stop smiling as she felt my cock throbbing with every spurt of cum, moving to rest on my chest once my orgasm had passed. Hugging her tightly, she sighed happily, only moving off me when suggesting we should have a quick shower before we went to sleep.
With the football pre-season fast approaching. I had a diet plan I was already following and would spend nearly every day in the gym preparing my body for what was to come. In addition to gym work, pre-season training would begin in a couple of weeks, and I was looking forward to catching up with my teammates. I was kept up to date by the club about any player movements, whether players that were let go or those that were recruited.
I didn’t hear from Kim for three days when I had to call Wendy and ask if she’d heard from her. Wendy had called me every day to make sure I was okay, and she did eventually let me know that she was also talking to Kim. However, she was sworn to secrecy except to let me know that Kim just needed some time, and despite the confession I’d given, she still loved me.
Gym work helped as I found myself working the bag something fierce. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t angry at Kim. She had every right to be upset with my confession. I knew what might happen when being honest. She’d accepted the fact I was with Wendy and others, but there’s a difference between that and sleeping with your mother and sister’s. Those relationships would never be accepted in society. I knew, if they were to continue, they’d always have to be in secret.
“Got something on your mind, mate?” Graham asked after we’d finished training.
“Huh?”
“Your mind was there, Danny, but it’s obvious you are somewhat distracted when we’re not doing drills.”
Taking a seat, I couldn’t help sighing as I ran a hand over my head. “It’s Kim,” I admitted, “Our relationship has hit a bit of a rough spot and I’m not sure how to fix it.”
He took a seat next to me. I still thought I was in Billy’s position after everything. He was still around the club as an ambassador but was not showing his face in the changing rooms. He knew it was an area I would now have to influence. “Something you did? Or something she did?”
“I confessed something I knew would upset her. I was right, it did upset her and now we haven’t spoken in a week.”
“Have you tried approaching her?”
“It was suggested I don’t. I have spoken with her mother a couple of times. She told me that Kim’s just asking for space for the moment. I can’t remember the last time we didn’t speak for more than a day. Not speaking for a week is killing me, to be honest.”
“You just need to keep trying, mate. As long as she knows you love her…” He paused before leaning in closer. “You didn’t cheat on her, did you?”
“No. She knows I have other lovers because she’s doesn’t want to commit to me while she’s studying.”
He chuckled. “Youngsters today with all their weird relationships. But the point remains, mate. Just let her know you love her. I’ve seen you together and I’ve seen how she looked at you. That girl is head over heels in love with you.”
Now that I was full-time, my wage had increased significantly, and I’d already bought myself a new car. Nothing too flash, at least not yet, but it was a nice car, meant to be reliable, and came with all the mod-cons one would expect. Before I started the engine, I opened my phone and searched for the last message I sent for Kim. Taking a deep breath, I sent her a short message, simply stating how much I loved her, but more importantly, I was missing her terribly.
Arriving home, Wendy was waiting for me. It was the first time I’d seen her since the confession, though we had spoken every day on the phone at least once. Taking a seat on the couch, she immediately sat on my lap and cuddled into me. “Missed you,” she whispered, “But I was thinking you needed a little space, and after your confession, I now know that your mother and sisters will be here to care for you or provide you with pleasure.”
“You really don’t mind?”
“God no, Danny. It’s so hot. Can I admit something?”
“Of course.”
“I’d love for you to come around one night, and we can have a threesome with my mother.” She leaned up and kissed my cheek, her lips by my ear. “That way, maybe while you’re fucking me, I could go down on my mother and she could return the favour once my pussy is full of your cum.”
Leaning back, she met my eyes. “You are a kinky one, aren’t you?”
“I was well behaved at school, Danny. I wasn’t just going to openly share some of my kinkiest fantasies.”
“What other fantasies do you have?”
“Well, I now wish I had at least one older brother. I love what we share, Danny, but the idea of an older brother, and I mean significantly older, taking my virginity and making me his woman? Fuck, I read some stories like that and I’m so wet by the end.”
“You think your mother will be up for the threesome idea?”
“I don’t know if she’d go for it, but she does talk about you quite a bit. Think she’s nursing a little crush on my boyfriend.” Kissing me softly, she added, “But the first thing we need to sort out is your relationship with Kim.”
“I sent her a message earlier. Not heard anything back yet.”
“I think we need to go there in a united front.”
“Maybe you should just go there first? I really don’t want to upset her any further.”
“She’s probably desperate to see you, Danny.”
Sighing, she leaned forward to hug me, her head on my shoulder. “I’ll go see her on Saturday morning,” I finally said, “Can you stay the next couple of nights?”
“Kyla won’t mind?” she asked with humour.
“She can join us, if you want…”
She leaned back and her eyes lit up. “Can I watch you two make love? Can I watch you make love to both sister and your mother?”
“You serious?”
“It would be so totally hot, Danny.”
“I mean, if you’re totally sure… Though can I be honest about one thing? I’d rather leave it for after I’ve spoken to Kim. I think she needs to see the love I share with my family and maybe then she’ll understand.”
Wendy was waiting for her first semester at university to start so she had a lot of free time. Bringing her to training the first time certainly attracted some attention from my teammates. They knew her, of course, as my relationship with Kim and Wendy was known by them. Thankfully, the media hadn’t caught wind of my somewhat unusual situation.
My family absolutely adored Wendy, so they loved having her around the house for a couple of days and nights. Having her company in bed made me feel better. I know she missed having Kim around as much as I did. My two girlfriends were incredibly close having become the best of friends over the past few months.
I guess we were both horny on Friday night. She disappeared before I did, stating she just wanted to freshen up. By the time I’d wandered around the house, switching off lights, ensuring the place was locked up, and I’d kissed my mother and sister’s goodnight… Kyla did ask if wanted her company, my heart hurting every single time I told her no… I returned to my bedroom to find Wendy on my bed, completely naked and already fondling her pussy.
“I want to make love,” she whispered, “I just need the man I love to be ever so gentle with me tonight. It will make us both smile before tomorrow.”
That’s exactly what we did all night. After I’d gone down on her, bringing to a couple of gentle orgasms, her fingers dug into me as I slowly slid my cock inside her. She gasped once I was buried, kissing me softly as it was the first time that we’d been intimate in over a week. We hadn’t gone that long without sex with each other since our first time.
After she’d ridden me to another couple of orgasms, and I’d cum inside her a second time, we laid on our sides as she snuggled into me. What I didn’t expect was her to start crying on me. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed.
“Whatever for?”
“Because I could handle your confession with ease. I love you even more for it. And I hate the fact Kim is so upset and isn’t talking to you, because I know she still loves you so much, but it’s so difficult for her to understand and come to terms with it.”
“Do you think she ever will?”
Wendy was silent for a few seconds before she cried even harder. “I don’t know, Danny,” she replied.
She slowly calmed down as I stroked her back, not surprised she fell asleep before me. I laid awake for far too long with my mind a whirl. I missed Kim terribly. I know I loved her enough that I could even contemplate ending everything else. She already knew I’d be monogamous if that’s what she truly wanted. I wasn’t sure if she was living in denial herself.
After breakfast the next morning, Mum, Kyla and Aimee all kissed me and wished me luck before I took Wendy by the hand and led her up the street towards Kim’s place. Knocking on the door, her mother answered again, not surprised to see me. The immediate sigh told me what I needed to know. “She’ll see you, Wendy,” she told us after her greeting, “But… Danny, she’s written a letter that she wanted me to hand to you.”
“Has she told you anything else?”
“No. Everything is in the letter.” Then she hugged me tightly. “I know she still loves you, Danny. She hasn’t told me what happened. I hate seeing my little girl upset, but I also look into your eyes and see you’re hurting too, Danny. I think all she needs is time. But please keep coming back as it shows me how much you care.”
“Let her know how much I love her.”
“I will, Danny.”
Returning home alone sucked but at least I had a trial game that afternoon. I was greeted by family, showing the envelope I’d been given, heading straight to my room and closing the door. Part of me really didn’t want to read the letter as I feared what she had written. The other part was eager just to read whatever she wrote, even if it was to tell me that it was all over. At least I knew where I’d stand in the end.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the envelop and took out the letter. I immediately smelled her perfume, and that suggested the contents might not be as bad as I fear. Opening the folded paper, I recognised her handwriting immediately.
Dear Daniel,
Only Kim could ever get away with calling me Daniel. Mum would use my full name when I was in trouble. Kyla and Aimee would occasionally use it during certain moments. But it was only Kim who would use it that would make me smile.
I feel like I should apologise first for having run out on you the night you confessed everything. I understand confessing such a thing took a lot of courage, but it was the nature of your confession that left me confused, and I’m still reeling even a week later as I write these words. I know how much you want to see and talk to me. I understand you need to explain further everything that’s happened, but at this point in time, I’m not sure I’m ready to hear it.
What I can tell you is that I still love you. I’m still in love with you. Your confession hasn’t changed my feelings for you. And I’m missing you terribly. I’ve barely left the house. Mum realises I’m terribly upset, particularly as I spend at least a few minutes every day needing to cry because I miss you so much.
I won’t talk about the nature of your confession. There is a part of me that does understand. Please believe me when I write that. Who loves you more than your mother and your sisters except, well, me and Wendy. But there’s also a part that… It’s the fact it’s them and I’m still struggling to comprehend it. I understand why you kept it a secret. You had other lovers and I’ve never been bothered by that. It’s not the fact you kept it a secret as I know you don’t talk about other lovers in my presence. But it’s the fact it’s them…
I know you’ve been up to the house to try and talk to me. Mum has let me know each time, passing on the fact that you love me. I’m heartened each time to hear your feelings haven’t changed. I’m just hoping you still love me after all this.
I need more time, Daniel. I’m starting university soon, and your first full season of rugby league is also approaching. I know you probably don’t need the distraction, but I can’t help how I feel. I need time to just deal with this. Maybe I should speak to your mother and sisters without your presence and hear their side of the story. It’s something I’m still considering.
I miss you so much, Danny, that my heart is hurting all the time. I know you’re feeling the same. And I still love you. All I ask for is your patience. I don’t want to lose you, as much as you don’t want to lose me, but it was such a confession that my mind is just completely frazzled. Just give me time and I will reach out soon. I promise.
You’re my best friend and will always be that to me. You own a piece of my heart.
Lots of love,
Kimberly
I placed the latter down and had a little cry.
*****
The dressing room was tense despite everyone doing their best to stay loose and relaxed. The coach had issued his final instructions. I was going through my usual pre-match routine. After taping my wrists, I always wanted to have a ball in hand. Passing the ball to Graham, he passed it back.
“How are you feeling, Danny?”
“Eager to get started. I find trial games annoying as although they’re good preparation, they’re annoying in that they mean nothing in the grand scheme of things.”
Our captain eventually clapped his hands and called us closer, everyone forming into a circle, arms wide as we formed up. “Okay, lads, this is it. All the pre-season bullshit ends now. The coach has given us his instructions, but even the best laid plans and all that. We keep to the usual game plan. We keep it simple. Forwards, we run hard and fast. We don’t miss tackles. Backs, you find the gaps and control the field. There is no reason at all why we can’t eat these fuckers. It’s a clean slate and we all start from zero.”
Exiting the dressing room, we were geeing each other up. Clapping. Slaps on the back. Shouting encouragement. Forming up before we were told to enter the playing field, I was in position behind the captain and then Graham. I felt hands on my shoulders, glancing back to see our fullback.
“You’re going to kick arse, Danny. Don’t you worry about a thing,” he stated.
“Top eight, mate. That’s the fucking aim this season.”
Called up to finally move forward, we broke into a jog once our boots hit grass, putting my mouthguard in to protect my teeth, as my jog turned into a sprint. I loved the fact our first game was at our home stadium, the roar of the crowd in our ears. Every season, our supporters started with hope in their hearts that, finally, this season would be the one where we’d compete every week and finally break away from the bottom.
Once the opposition was on the field, we’d won the toss of the coin so chose to receive the ball. Taking our positions, I went through last minute stretches before the referee blew his whistle and the ball headed in my direction. Catching it to my chest, I passed it off to one of our prop forwards, who ran direct towards the opposition.
First three tackles, it was all about the forwards making metres. Everyone was fit and healthy, the opposition were up to the challenge, and the first twenty minutes saw neither side get within twenty minutes of the opposition try-line. Any moves I started resulted in maybe a half-break at most, but at least my kicking game did help them pin back against their line more often than not.
Twenty-two minutes in and I noticed their forwards were starting to tire. A quick word with Graham and our two centres, and we aimed straight for them. Drawing in one of them, I passed just before he collided with me, sent sprawling on my arse as Graham changed direction, stepping past the other forward and he was through.
Getting to my feet, I raced after them as the centre was tackled by their fullback. Graham was into receive the ball, catching up as our right winger came in field to take the ball. He ran towards their line, bringing in two. His eyes met mine and, somehow, he got the ball away. Catching it one handed, I stepped back inside, fended off one player before I crashed into a second, keeping my hand free.
“Danny! Now!” I heard one of our second rowers call out. Given we were so close to the line, at the speed he was travelling, he would be unstoppable.
The roar of the crowd told me he’d crossed the line, the opposition player letting me go so I could join the celebration. As we jogged back into position, we could watch the big screen to see Andy kick the conversion. Our captain jogged over to me and patted my back. “Good stuff, Danny. You set that up to begin with. Good shit, mate. Good shit.”
We now had momentum, and the try had given us confidence. It was a warm day, and both sides were tiring, and that’s when the backs were meant to take advantage. Third tackle, and I pointed towards where our next hit-up should target. The second rower hit the line with power, drawing in three defenders, and somehow, kept his arm free to pass to Graham, who fended off another defender and he was through.
Their fullback and winger closed rank to stop his progress, myself to his right, our left centre to his left. Graham glanced left and right before he drew both defenders and passed to me. Tucking the ball under my arm, I sprinted as fast as I could but felt the presence of someone behind me.
“Left, Danny! Left!”
I thought I was free until I felt a tap at my ankles. Before I stumbled too much, I managed to get the ball away, hitting the ground as I watched our left centre easily spring the last twenty metres to score our second try of the game.
Confidence high, we scored a third before half-time, heading into the changing rooms trying not to grin too broadly or allow our confidence turn into arrogance. The opposition side would no doubt be getting an absolute bollocking during the break and would come out to smack us around during the second half.
Within five minutes, there was the first fight of the season as one of their props hit our centre with a high shot when going in for a tackle. That led to both sides rushing in, mostly just pushing and shoving, our centre flat on his back and their prop was immediately sent from the field.
Both sides were now fired up and the next few sets were full of big shots between players. When Graham was next hit with a high shot, fists were soon being swung between forward packs as I was immediately beside Graham. Thankfully, it was nothing like the cheap shot I’d taken the previous year, our trainers quickly joining me to ensure he was okay.
The referee called in both captain’s, who told them in no uncertain terms that any more fighting would lead to more players being sent from the field. He called us over to relay the message. To be honest, most of us were now pissed off and wanted to get some revenge, but then we agreed the best revenge would be running up the score.
For the last half an hour, we had them spreading themselves thin to cover our attacks, and soon we were finding gaps in their line all over the place. Scoring four more tries, we ended the game having score more points in the first game of the season than the club had managed in more than thirty years. The crowd went absolutely insane once the full-time siren sounded. I doubt anything would wipe the grins from our faces all week.
Heading to sideline to say hello to the fans, I always left my family and friends for last. There was plenty of encouraging words being yelled in my direction as I found my hand being shaken by everyone. When I reached the area where my mother, sisters and friends always sat, I wasn’t surprised that Lisa was there alongside Ms Symonds, Miss Taylor and a couple of other teachers I remembered fondly.
I received a kiss on the cheek from each of them before I was greeted by my family, including Aunt Caroline, who was looking as sexy as ever, kissing my cheek before whispering incredibly suggestive things into my ear. Then I was greeted by Wendy, a soft kiss on my lips, before someone then appeared from behind her.
Kim.
I hadn’t seen her since the day of the confession. I’d given her all the time in the world, had gone to her house at least once every couple of days. As soon as her eyes met mine, she burst into tears. I’m fairly sure my eyes started to glisten at the same time as I leaned over the barrier to take her in my arms.
“Thanks for coming,” I whispered into her ear.
“I’ll never miss a home game when you’re playing, Danny,” she whispered back, “I love you so much.”
“God, I’ve missed you, Kim.”
I helped her over the barrier so I could hug her properly, everyone giving us space as they seemed to realise something was going on. The fact she was in my arms again, having played and won a hell of a game, simply made it an almost perfect day.
“Head into the sheds when you’re done, mate,” Graham stated, patting my shoulder as he walked by, “Nice to see you again, Kim. He’s missed you like crazy.”
I heard her chuckle against my chest, feeling her hands resting on my back in return. “I guess we need to talk,” I said softly.
“We do. We have lots to talk about, but that’s for later, Danny.” She leaned back, immediately raising a hand to wipe away her tears. “I’ll be at yours when you get home, okay?”
“You will?”
She smiled so I leaned down and left a soft kiss on her lips. When her tongue slid inside my mouth, I was rather surprised, her eyes opening and there was no doubt she liked surprising me. Pulling her tighter to me, she ended up pressed against the barrier, hearing my family and other friends’ cheer. They were aware that Kim and I had difficulties and working our way through them.
When we broke apart, her cheeks were rather rosy and there was a look in her eyes I knew very well. Her hand moved down my body, gasping when she grasped my cock through my shorts. “Just so you remember that I am a joint owner of this, Danny,” she growled, “And I’ve gone without it for too long now.”
“I’m ready whenever you are, Kim.”
“You know how horny I get watching you play.” She leaned up to kiss my cheek. “But we still need to talk first. Once we talk, I’ll feel better about everything.”
“I think you need to talk to everyone else.”
“They’ll be involved too, Danny.”
Letting her go, I jogged up the tunnel to the changing room, walking inside to cheers from all my teammates, pats on the back, a rub or two on the head, as it wasn’t for my performance in the game, they’d all seen my reunion with Kim. Taking a seat, the coach walked over and had a few words for me, though warned me not to get over-confident. It was only the first game and the most important thing in a long season was consistency. No point going out next week and playing like shit then losing.
After a quick shower and changing, the players would always gather for a post-match beer. Despite the fact the second half turned rather nasty, it was always left on the field. Most of the time, there’d be a genuine apology from any player sent off. Most were not nasty players, sometimes it was just a clumsy error, other times what one would call a head explosion.
I never drank post-match if I was going to be driving home, and certainly didn’t want drink driving on my record. We always waited until the crowds cleared before leaving the stadium, stopping to shake hands with the stadium staff, thanking them for all the hard work they did every time we played at home.
Parking up outside at home, there were all the cars I expected to see, but also Aunt Caroline’s. Heading inside, Wendy, Kim and Kyla were on the couch, Mum and Aimee in an armchair each, Caroline resting on a cushion sitting cross-legged on the floor. Heading to my bedroom first to dump my things, I headed to the kitchen next to grab myself a drink, asking if they wanted anything.
“Two bottles of wine, Danny,” Mum called, “We’ve got glasses already.”
Returning with bottles for the girls and a beer for me, Kim and Kyla moved so I could sit between them. Kyla rested her hand on my left thigh, kissing my cheek, Kim doing the same thing on my right thigh, kissing my cheek. “Just so we’re all aware, every woman in this room has been intimate with my son at least once,” Mum stated, “Now that’s out of the way…”
“You realise I haven’t enjoyed him in quite a while though, Lauren,” Caroline retorted.
“He’s a rather busy young man, Caroline. You’ll get the deep dicking you need whenever you get the chance.” Clearing her throat, Mum looked at me and Kim. “Danny, we’ve already discussed how this evening will go. Kim will allow each of us to explain our own feelings. After that, you will need to talk in privacy.”
“Can I suck his cock during all this?” Caroline asked.
“Jesus, Auntie, are you gagging for it or something?” Aimee wondered.
“God yes. I’m probably as horny as the poor young woman next to him that is clearly aching to have his big cock inside her once again.” Glancing at Kim, when she met my eyes, I knew Caroline could read a woman rather well. “How are you feeling, Kim?”
“I haven’t made love to Danny in over two months. Masturbating just doesn’t have the same appeal after making love to him. My fingers do the job regarding my clit, but a dildo isn’t the same as a real cock inside me.” Her hand moved to my crotch for a minute. “I love it when I feel his cock slide inside me for the first time when we make love. And when he cums? My god. Just utter euphoria.”
“Okay, now I think we’re all horny,” Kyla murmured, leaning into me, “I think I definitely need to feel my brother’s big cock inside me sooner rather than later.”
“After we finish talking, Kyla,” Mum said before clearing her throat, “Everyone got a full glass?” Receiving a room full of nodding heads, she turned slightly so her eyes were only on Kim and myself. “Okay, I’ll start. Kim, I’m going to be very blunt with you. I’m in love with my son.” Kim snuggled against me as Mum smiled at us both. “To be honest, I’ve been in love with him all my life. The first time I held him in my arms, that was it. He just owned my heart completely. But as I watched him grow into the fine young man he is today, that love only deepened.”
“But that love turning into a sexual relationship is a big thing,” Kim stated.
“It is and it wasn’t a decision either of us took lightly. But my son was shattered by what happened with Rachel. Part of me still wishes that you were his first as I know how much you two have loved each other for so long. But he wasn’t willing to potentially ruin your friendship by changing the nature of your relationship. What I knew is that my son wanted to be loved, and who better to love him than his mother.”
“How often are you intimate?”
“A couple of times a week, but I never interfere with the relationship you and Wendy have with him. Kyla, Aimee and I try to share him equally, but Aimee and I know how in love she is with her brother.”
“I’m still struggling with the why make that leap with your son?”
“It’s rather simple, to be honest. He wanted to lose his virginity with someone he loved. I love my son with all my heart. And there was a part of me that wanted to be intimate with my son, to feel his cock inside me, to feel his cum shoot deep into my womb and make me his woman. And I’ve never regretted it for a single moment. I love being intimate with my son and hope it won’t stop for a long time to come.”
Kim turned to me. “How good is the sex with your mother?”
“Honestly, it’s wonderful, Kim. I love everything we do together. And what makes it even more special is that we can be intimate in bed together but still retain our usual relationship outside of the bedroom. Even though I’m now an adult, Mum will always have my respect as my parent, and I’ll always love her as my mother first.”
Kim kissed my cheek before turning back to my mother. “Aimee, what about your relationship?”
“I feel safe with my brother. I’m don’t have a high libido compared to anyone else in this room. I don’t need to have sex all the time, but when I’m horny, look out because I definitely need cock or pussy to satisfy me. But the only cock I was is my brother’s.”
“You feel safe with him?” Kim wondered, “Have you been…”
“Not exactly, but I’ve found myself in more than one situation where the guy I wouldn’t listen to me when I said ‘No’ or ‘Stop’ until I basically had to shout for help. After the second time, I flat out refused to be with another man and only stuck to getting my pussy licked by a few girlfriends.”
“Are you in love with your brother?”
“Perhaps not to the depth of Mum, and definitely not as much as Kyla, but I have no intention of ever being with another man again. Danny is a kind, considerate lover. He’s aware of my issues and is always so gentle and loving whenever we are together. When I’m not in the mood for sex, but I’m needing some love and comfort, he’s just as happy to lie with me, hold me in his arms, and I’d feel nothing but love from him for it.”
Kim turned towards me, kissing my cheek, before she asked, “Aunt Caroline?”
“I’m just a horny middle-aged woman who wants some young cock in her life. And we’ve all done a little research about our relationships and the one I have with my nephew is perfectly legal.”
“It is?” Kim asked, enjoying the surprise in her tone.
“It is. We can have sexual relations, get married, have kids, and all the other things you could do with him and, by law, it’s all legal. But I can be honest with you right now, Kim. I don’t want the sort of relationship his mother or Kyla has with him. Not even like the one Aimee has with him. After what happened with my ex-husband, I’m not after love again, at least not with a man. But I’m not going to say no to my handsome young nephew occasionally visiting me and giving me that dick. I know his two cousins are interested but, let’s be honest, he has enough women in his life and it’s difficult enough as it is.”
“So when you say ‘it’s just sex’, it actually is that.”
“It is. He doesn’t just fuck me and leave, he’ll stay the night and I love being cuddled with him. But although I love him, I’m not expecting this to be a long-term thing. We have fun together, he gets some tight middle-aged pussy, I get a nice young cock, and we’re both happy at the end of it.”
Kim finally turned to look at Kyla sitting next to me. “Kyla… I know… At least, I think I know how you feel…”
“Kim, if I could marry my brother, I’d do so in a heartbeat.” Kyla grabbed my hand and held it tightly. “I’ve been in love with him for so long…”
“I feel the same way, Kyla. I suppressed my feelings for years because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“I know I’m his older sister. I know what we’re doing is illegal and would lead to so many problems if people found out. I know this is all secretive. I know you were hurt badly when he confessed what was going on with me, Aimee and his mother. But I knew how much my brother loved me in return, and the first time we made love, I knew it was right for both of us.”
“Do you want children with him, Kyla?”
“The moment he says he’s ready, I’m going off birth control, Kim. I know you and Wendy might want to start a family with him too, but I need to be with my brother. I want our children. My life is now devoted to him as much as I know he is devoted to me, as he is to you, to Wendy, to Mum, and even to Aimee.”
“That’s a big step, Kyla. I mean, having children with your brother… He can’t be on the birth certificate, he can’t…”
Kyla started to cry as she knew all this. And Kim knew too. She was up in an instant, pulling Kyla to her feet to cuddle her. “I know,” Kyla sobbed, “But as I said, I want him as my husband, but I can’t even have that. If I can have his child, carry it within me, give birth and we can raise it together, that will be something we can share for the rest of our lives.” Kyla leaned back and stroked her cheek. “But I want to be part of your life too, Kim.”
Kim immediately blushed as she got the insinuation. “Oh… I mean, you’ve…”
Kyla glanced past Kim for a moment and Kim turned to look in the same direction, turning back and smiling. “So when Aimee says she wants pussy…”
“She comes to her sister.”
“You’re bisexual?”
“Only for certain women. I’d go down on my sister, mother and auntie. I’d happily go down on you and Wendy too, though only if Danny is involved.”
Kim smiled before I think Kyla surprised her slightly by kissing her. It took a second or two for Kim to react, but when she kissed her back, I felt a smile of my own forming. The kiss lasted perhaps fifteen seconds before Kyla pulled back and smiled. “The most important matter in all of this is the fact Danny is in love with you, Kim. You have been the object of his affections for so long. You two belong together.” She paused and looked at Wendy. “Scratch that. You, Wendy and Danny belong together.”
“If the three of us belong together, then you should be included too,” Kim said, “I can’t deny you your brother if your feelings are so strong. If you are in love with him…”
“Head over heels, life-long commitment sort of love, Kim.”
When Kim took both her hands, I knew something important was coming. “Let’s say we were to get married,” Kim glanced at me and smiled before returning her eyes to my sister, “You would be my joint Maid of Honour with Wendy, the three of us would hold hands, and we’d all recite the same vows in regard to our future husband.”
“What are you saying?” Mum asked, and I knew it was just for clarification.
Kim released Kyla’s hands and moved to straddle my lap. Gazing into her eyes, she stroked my cheek before leaning down to kiss me. “Okay, Danny,” she whispered, “I’ve heard how much everyone loves you in this room and I cannot find it in my heart to get in the way of their love for you, and you for theirs. But what I know is that I still love you like crazy, and you still feel the same way about me.”
“Never stopped loving you for a single second, Kim.”
“Good.” She kissed me hard, and it quickly turned passionate, particularly once she felt my erection rise, whimpering into my mouth as she rubbed her mound against it. “You’re fucking me tonight,” she breathed upon breaking the kiss, “I’ve missed you but also missed your cock buried deep in me.”
“I think we’d better start dinner as I think there are a couple of women in this room who are getting fucked tonight,” Mum stated, “Caroline, want to help me?”
“Only if you play with my pussy for a little while, Lauren.”
“Park your arse on the counter and I’ll eat your pussy for a while.”
Kim chuckled as she cuddled against my chest, Kyla and Wendy cuddling into my side. “So your mother and her sister?”
“Yeah.”
“You ever watched them?”
“This is the first time I’ve heard them ever be so public about their relationship, Kim. But now that you know everything, I guess they don’t feel it necessary to hide it any longer. Their relationship is closer with her sister than it is with her nephew.”
Kim eventually lifted herself up off my lap but only to offer her hand, leading me towards my bedroom with Kyla and Wendy following us. To my amusement, Aimee followed and whispered something into Wendy’s ear. “Danny, do you mind if I fool around with your sister?” Wendy asked.
“Go for your life, Wendy. Aimee loves eating pussy.”
Lying back on my bed, Kim to one side, Kyla cuddling into my other, it took all of thirty seconds for Kim’s hand to slide into my pants, giggling when she realised that I wasn’t wearing underwear. I was already semi-hard and feeling her soft hand around my cock had me hard as steel within a couple of seconds.
“Want to share him, Kyla?” Kim asked, kissing my cheek, “I think your brother really needs a blowjob from two women desperately in love with him.”
I ended up completely naked over the next thirty seconds, Kyla on her knees to my right, Kim to my left. Leaning over my body, they made out as they helped removed each other’s top before bras were removed. Both wore a skirt, taking those off before their panties joined all the other clothes now on the floor.
“Kyla, I’m thinking you blow him, and he eats me out. Want to lick my pussy, handsome?”
“You’d better be sitting on my face in five seconds, Kim,” I growled.
Giggling to herself, she carefully straddled my face, pressing my nose to her groin and inhaling her scent, Kyla chuckling as she mentioned my cock throbbed with excitement. As Kim carefully lowered her pussy to my mouth, I felt Kyla wrap her lips around my cock. Kim then lifted herself up and turned around, mentioning that she wanted to watch Kyla suck her brother’s cock.
Kim eventually leaned forward as her excitement grew. She was dripping wet, her juices running down my chin, and I even had her giggling when I ran my tongue up and over her rosebud. But back to her pussy had her moaning loudly, though when I felt a second tongue running along my shaft, I couldn’t help the groan that escaped me.
“Love sucking your brother’s cock, Kyla?” There was no response, only a groan. “I bet you love it when he’s licking your pussy too, right?” Kim then moaned, feeling her shudder. “God, he’s so good at eating my pussy too. I love it when he spends hours between my legs, getting me over and over again.”
“Suck his cock, Kim,” Kyla demanded, feeling a new set of lips around my cock, “My brother needs to cum and his girlfriend wants to swallow.” Kim definitely moaned around my cock as her head started to bob faster and faster. She only stopped when she enjoyed an orgasm.
“Time to make my brother cum, Kim,” Kyla stated.
“Get on his face, Kyla, and I’ll finish him off.”
Kim moved quickly, lying sideways on the bed, as Kyla positioned herself over me, savouring her scent and her taste as she lowered her pussy to my face. And as turned on as she was, she actually orgasmed before I warned Kim I was close, feeling my cock explode in her mouth, her lips tight around my shaft as she swallowed my load.
As both cuddled into me again, Kim had us all laughing as she said, “Now that’s out of the way, we’re only making love when we go to bed tonight, Danny. I hope you’re ready to fill us both up a couple of times.”
Gathering around the table later for dinner, Wendy had clearly enjoyed the attentions from my sister, her eyes and face suggesting she’d enjoyed a series of orgasms, while Aimee looked smug and satisfied. Caroline was half-asleep through dinner, Mum leaning closer to me, whispering she had ensured her sister had more than one powerful orgasm while making dinner.
After dinner, we gathered in the living room again. Wendy wanted some affection from me, Kim cuddling into my other side, Kyla cuddling into Kim, Aimee relaxing on the floor in front of me. Mum and Caroline had taken an armchair each. We watched a little television, including a reply of the match I’d played earlier. My family watched as attentively as I did.
It was getting late when Mum rose to her feet and turned to her sister. “Coming to bed?” she asked.
“Am I getting some of your sweet pussy now, Lauren?”
“Get your arse to bed and I’ll show you exactly what you’re getting. If you don’t behave, I’m strapping on the harness and one of the big toys.”
“She totally has to film it one day,” Aimee stated to the chuckles of everyone else.
Heading to bed, I had Kyla in one hand, Kim in the other, when Aimee asked if she and Wendy could join us. Although suggesting the bed wasn’t big enough, and I was only one man, I was assured that I wasn’t expected to make love to all of them. “The most important woman her tonight is Kim,” Kyla insisted, “Tonight is about you two reconnecting at the emotional and physical level.”
Having four naked women in my room would never not be arousing. Pushed by the four of them onto the bed, I shuffled back until I was comfortable, Kim crawling towards me with a grin on her face, straddling my lap as she leaned down to kiss me. “Been waiting for this way too long,” she admitted, “I think I’ll have to spend a few nights here to make up for all the sex I missed out on.”
Kyla grabbed the base of my cock, aiming the head towards Kim’s pussy. She moaned softly as it slowly slid inside her, watching her face light up with delight as I watched my length slowly disappeared inside her. Aimee and Wendy sat to either side of us while Kyla sat behind Kim, wrapping an arm around her waist as Kim slowly started to ride me.
“Love riding my brother’s cock?” she asked.
“Fuck yes. Feels so good inside me.”
“You love him, don’t you?”
“With all my heart, Kyla. I want to marry him.”
“I know you do. And we’ll be by your side. Want his children?”
Kim opened her eyes and smiled at me. “I’m thinking at least three.” Kyla was also smiling, resting her head on Kim’s shoulder, when she looked at me, her eyes gesturing where to look. I kept my face blank as Kyla moved her hand down to Kim’s clit, and as she gently rubbed it, Kim rode me faster. “Oh fuck yes…”
“You make my brother happy, Kim. I’ve never seen him happier when he’s with you. So that means we also love you,” Kyla whispered, “And because we love you, we’ll be intimate with you too.”
Kim turned her head to kiss my sister, feeling her pussy clinching around my cock as the first orgasm tore through her body. Kyla turned her head to kiss her again. “Fuck, that was wonderful,” Kim moaned, “Thanks for helping.”
“We both know it was the big cock of my brother inside you that did most of the work.”
“No wonder you love being intimate with him.”
“Nothing beats having my brother inside me, filling my womb in preparation for giving us our child one day.”
Kim didn’t stop for a second, leaning down to kiss me for a moment. As she kissed me, Kyla must have done something as Kim moaned into my mouth before breaking the kiss and glancing back. “I’m not having anal tonight, Kyla,” she said, giggling away.
“I noticed your pert little butt and just had to try it,” Kyla retorted.
Moving my hands to Kim’s arse, we started to move our bodies together, eyes only for each other as she enjoyed another orgasm within a couple of minutes. It’s why I always loved it when Kyla was on top as she would always enjoy and orgasm or two before I filled her. Moving a hand to my cheek, she kissed me softly, whispering words of love for me, before she moaned loudly as another one tore through her. That had her begging me to cum as she was already starting to feel a little tired, asking Kyla to move out of the way so I could roll us over.
“Fuck me,” Kim moaned as I started to pump her faster, “Fuck me, lover!”
“Fuck her, Danny!” Kyla stated from her position next to her. “Fuck your girlfriend and future wife. But you’d better have enough to fuck your sister next.”
“I can’t wait to see you two make love,” Kim moaned, turning her head to kiss my sister, “I can see how much you love him too.”
“Going to be so hot,” Wendy stated, glancing to see her spooning back against Aimee, my sister with her hand between Wendy’s legs.
I lasted another couple of minutes before I couldn’t hold back my orgasm any longer, burying my cock and groaning loudly, Kim whimpering underneath me as she moulded her body against mine, limbs around my body, as I kept pumping and pumping away until I nearly collapsed on top of her.
When she finally let me go, I don’t think anything would have wiped the smile from her face. Sitting back, I removed my cock, Kyla moving quickly to take it in her mouth before she asked Kyla if she could have a taste. “Okay,” Kyla said softly, “I guess you do enjoy the taste of your brothers cum…”
“And I want to taste his girlfriend’s pussy.”
Kyla knew what she was doing. As soon as she was in position to lick Kim, I was behind her and slid my cock inside my sister. Kyla moaned and glanced back. “Just what I wanted,” she said softly, “You don’t mind me licking out your girlfriend now, do you?”
“Make her cum again otherwise you get a spanking.”
“Oooh. Naughty little brother.”
“He does have a nice big cock, doesn’t he?” Kim asked my sister, “Another reason you love it, right?”
“We’re the four luckiest girls in the world, Kim,” Kyla replied, “As is our mother and auntie. And any other woman Danny wants to fuck.”
“Don’t think he needs too many more,” Kim moaned, and I could read how her body was reacting. She was on the verge of another orgasm. When she enjoyed two more, she had to tap out, moving out of the way so Kyla and I could just focus on each other. She spun around onto her back and spread her legs wide, beckoning me to lean forward, her fingers ending up on the back of my head.
“Fuck your sister,” she demanded, earning a grin from me, “Fuck her hard and you’d better fill her womb. As soon as you let me know, I’m going off the pill, Danny. We’re having a baby.”
“Okay,” I replied softly, her face lighting up instantly.
“You mean that?” she whispered.
“Of course, Kyla. You’re my sister and I love you. And we’ve already discussed children.” I stopped moving, leaving my cock buried. “You want children. Kyla wants children. Wendy wants children. I want children. Aimee isn’t sure. I’m now making a lot of money each month. We can afford to have quite a few, if we plan it right.”
Resuming my movements, Kyla was meeting them, her cries echoing around the otherwise quiet house, Kim watching us with a smile though she was now half-asleep, Wending having cried out in orgasm more than once and now resting with Aimee just stroking her body.
Warning Kyla I was close, she simply lifted her head to kiss me, locked her legs around my body, and waited until she could feel my cock filling her up. It was another big orgasm and wiped me out. I could perhaps have kept on going, but I was exhausted after a tough first game of the season, and there was no better than to celebrate than making love with the two women I was completely devoted to.
Pulling out, I dragged Kyla and Kim to the shower for a quick wash, returning to my bedroom to find it empty. “I think Aimee has the hots for your girlfriend,” Kyla joked.
“That’s fine. They’re only fooling around. You can fool around with Kim whenever you want.”
“You don’t mind?”
“I’m only one man, Kyla. And Kim deserves all the love.”
Lying back in bed, my sister in one arm, my girlfriend in the other, I couldn’t help feeling a sense of relief that everything was going to be okay going forward.
*****
“And the West Sydney Rangers have been unable to snap a five-game losing streak that has seen them plummet out of the top eight to fourteenth out of sixteenth. Despite the good form of halfback Daniel Cole, and some decent play during most games, they have been on the end of three heart-breaking defeats of less than six points during this run….”
The coach switched off the television and turned around to be greeted by a wall of silence. The season had started so well. We won half of the first ten games, the best start to the season for the club in over a decade. But losing five games in a row, three by a close margin, had started to sap our confidence. And when that starts, it’s a vicious cycle. Mistakes happen. We start to overplay and overthink. And a molehill eventually turns into a mountain.
The coach took a chair and sat down in front of us. “Let’s be honest with each other here. Any of you watch the news every night? Watch the sports channels? Read the newspapers?” Most of us admitted to doing that. “Has the criticism of our team and our club been anywhere near as bad as even last year?”
“No, coach,” Graham replied, “In fact, even when we lose, they’re finding positives.”
“Exactly. You guys are not playing bad footy. You follow the game plan. You’re still doing all the basics right. I’m not going to blame our results all on bad luck. While I believe in a certain element of luck, in the end, you make your own luck. But I see the effort you boys are putting in every fucking game and I won’t hear anything different. I won’t even say we’ve hit a bad run of form.
What we need is just that one win. That one win to stop the rot and get us back on the front foot. And that’s starting this weekend against Parramatta. There’s nothing better than a derby match at Commbank Stadium against the bitter enemy. They’re on a good run, and there’s talk of a title tilt. I say we end that talk this weekend.”
“Sick of hearing about the fucking Eels,” Mark grumbled, “Fucking pretenders to the throne, my arse.”
“All we ever hear about is thirty plus years of hurt,” Andy added, “Fuck me, I’d love to just make a finals series. At least they’ve made grand finals in recent memory.”
“We can beat them,” I stated softly, everyone falling silent. I usually didn’t say too much during these meetings as I still felt like the new kid at school.
The coach looked directly at me and grinned, almost knowingly. “How do we beat them, Danny?”
I stood up and looked at the Parramatta team sheet. I already had a million ideas flowing through my mind. “This fuckwit,” I stated, pointing at the name of the halfback, “Shut him down and they’re already toothless. What do we know about them? What do they rely on?”
“Forward power and a kicking game,” Matt replied.
“Bingo. They make yards through their forwards to get momentum. So we stop that fucking momentum. And that means all of us, all thirteen of us, step up and we stop the fuckers. Once they have no momentum, we focus on the pair of cunts in the halves. We shut down their halfback, we shut down the five-eighth, and then they’re fucked. They’ve got nothing to offer otherwise.”
“What else, Danny?” the coach wondered, hearing the encouragement in his tone.
“Let’s get the fucking mongrel back in us,” I stated, looking around the room, meeting every pair of eyes, “I’m not saying we start fights and go in with high shots, but let’s show these fuckers that the Rangers won’t be intimidated and that, if necessary, we will fight, we will hurt, and we will bleed for the cause.” I looked around the room again. “I’m sick and fucking tired of everyone writing us off. Even before the season started, we were favourites for the spoon. Do any of you want the spoon again?”
The chorus of swear words suggested they did not.
“I don’t want to finish bottom. We made progress last year, and I’m not seeing all that hard work undone. I joined this club to see us move up the ladder, to see us into the finals, to see us finally win a fucking Premiership. You guys want one too?”
The chorus of cheers suggested they did.
I slapped the Parramatta team sheet. “These guys are there for the taking. There’ll be nothing better than wiping the floor with these cunts on Friday night at their home stadium. I don’t just want to see us beat them. I want to destroy them. I want to embarrass them. Keep them scoreless while we run up a cricket score. I want to keep their crowd silent, see them streaming to the exits with twenty minutes left because we’ve absolutely battered them. I don’t know about any of you, but I’m tired of losing. I’m a winner. And I know each of you is a winner too. You’re playing first grade rugby league. Best of the fucking best. You’ve earned the jersey and you’ve earned the right to wear that fucking emblem on your chest.” I glanced around the room. “Our team, our club, is constantly written off. No hope. No chance. Losers. Are you losers?”
The chorus of anger suggested they were not losers.
“Then it’s about fucking time we won a fucking game of rugby league this Friday night, right? Are you with me?” There was a loud cheer. “Not good enough. I said are you fucking with me?” The cheer was louder as they rose to their feet. “That’s fucking right. We’re going to train this week until our muscles ache and we’re begging to stop. Then we’re going to turn up at Commbank Stadium on Friday night, and we are going to win a game of rugby fucking league. And you know what?”
“What?” they shouted in unison.
“We’re going to do the same fucking thing next week as well.”
The noise of the crowd was ridiculous as the Parramatta team ran out to join us on the field. We were already in position, ready to take the ball after they kicked off. We’d been pumped up all week, everyone ready to give their body and soul for the cause. No-one wanted to trudge off the field a loser again. We were not going to lose a sixth game in a row.
Barely heard the whistle for kick-off as the ball headed in my direction, catching and handing it off to our prop forward. He just charged towards the defensive line, slamming into it and sending one of their players flying. Our fans in the crowd roared as our other prop took the next hit-up. I could already feel the intensity of the game, of our own performance. We knew it was going to exhaust us, but we had promised each other. No surrender this time. We’d run until our feet bled if necessary.
My first kick was perfect, right down to their corner, five metres out from the in-goal area. And the opposition learned in their first set of six that we would not take a backward step. Every tackle, we stopped their momentum. Graham and I were shouting our encouragement alongside our captain. They had to kick from no more than thirty metres out, our fullback able to run the ball back to within five metres of the halfway line.
The game remained scoreline for the first fifteen minutes. They barely made it over the halfway line in all that time, our efforts keeping them pinned back time after time. Their frustration eventually got the better of them, earning three quick penalties for a high shot then players being offside twice.
“Take the penalty?” the captain asked me and also our goalkicker. Shaking my head, he grinned. “I thought so. Get us within ten.”
Doing just that, our prop charged once he had the ball, getting to within five. Getting into position, I pulled the unexpected, making a gesture before I ran to the line and put a grubber kick behind the defensive line. Their fullback was up in the line and couldn’t react, our winger sprinting through to grab the ball and score a try.
“Fuck yeah!” I shouted, leaping into the air as I joined everyone in celebrating.
With the bit between our teeth, we were relentless, our two props making nearly thirty metres in just the first two tackles of the next set. And when my kick found touch five metres from their line on the fifth tackle, we saw their heads dropping and knew we had to make the most of it.
Our second rower absolutely smashed one of their players, forcing him to drop the ball. Graham was in position to grab it, immediately passing to me. Carrying the ball in one hand, I made a couple of gestures before passing in front of two players, our right centre bursting through a gap in their line. He was untouched all the way to the tryline.
“Keep it going, lads! Keep it fucking going!” our captain yelled as we made our way back for kick-off.
“All about momentum,” I added, “Keep this going. Through the pain. All the way.”
We didn’t score again before halftime, but they barely had a sniff. Players hated halftime as it sometimes led a momentum shift. But the coach kept us positive. We didn’t even sit down during the break, keeping ourselves pumped and ready to go again. We were out first after halftime, the opposition players making us wait for three minutes before they arrived.
That just pissed us off, and after the kick-off, we charged down the field to tackle the fuckers. Third tackle, they dropped the ball. Our left centre picked it up, thanks to quick passing, our right winger crossed the line in the corner. Any speech their coach had made about shifting momentum died immediately.
For eighty minutes, we kept them on the back foot, and they never had a sniff of our own line. Only twice did they even come within twenty metres; their kick game ineffective while our forward pack completely neutered theirs. As for my kicking game, Graham and I mixed it up like usual, but apart from perhaps one or two minor errors, it was almost flawless.
When the fulltime siren sounded, half the stadium was empty as we’d kept them scoreline while piling on thirty-four points of our own. The Rangers fans were in full voice, singing the team song as walked around the field, clapping all four corners as I don’t think anything would have stopped us celebrating that night.
A club official walked over. “Channel Nine want a word, Danny. Man of the Match.”
“Ah, shit. Here we go.”
Jogging over towards the two presenters, they gave me a microphone and I just knew I had a stupid smile on my face. “How do you rate the performance tonight, Danny?” Danika asked.
“The boys were magnificent. After last weekend’s loss, we came together and practically demanded perfection from each other. No game is perfect, but the boys were full of heart today. We’ll be feeling it the next couple of days. Some massive hits out there. We’ll be hurting but knowing Parramatta will be hurting more. It’s a derby. This is what it means to everyone.” I looked around at the fans nearby. “You can hear them singing, even during the game. That keeps us going.”
Brad asked the next question. “Your organisation tonight was exemplary, Danny. There are already whispers about being on the fringes of Origin thanks to your form all season.”
“I’m not worried about all that, Freddie. My focus is on the Rangers, my boys, and getting us back up that ladder. Don’t get me wrong, wearing the blue is a dream. But I’m still young and have a long career ahead of me, or so I hope.”
“Next weekend, you’ll be at home against Brisbane, currently in second place. Reynolds is the form halfback of the competition at the moment, and their forward pack is something to be feared. Any plans on how to take them on?”
“Well, I would say we do to them what we did to Parramatta tonight, but no doubt they’ll review what we did and adjust, so that’s what we do. But we’ll worry about Brisbane on Monday. For now, it’s enjoying the win tonight with the boys and the fans, rest and recover over the weekend, then pump ourselves up for another hard game next week.”
“Thanks for talking to us, Danny. Fantastic game and well-deserved Man of the Match award.”
“Thanks.”
The pair shook my hand, offering further congratulation off camera. Brad pulled me aside and suggested that there was some talk and simply wanted to know my thoughts. He liked my answer and suggested, should my form continue for the next couple of seasons, I’d definitely find myself on the list.
Finding my family and friends by the barriers, I hugged and kissed all of them before signing a few autographs. Heading into the changing room, they were already celebrating our victory, beers being consumed. I joined in as I wouldn’t be driving, my car parked back at the training ground as the team bus would take us home.
After a shower and getting changed, more fans were waiting outside near the bus. Hearing my name called over and over again did cause a certain amount of pride, aware there were already many young fans out there wearing the number seven jersey with my name in letters on the back.
Getting off the bus back at our training ground, Kim, Kyla and Wendy were waiting for me. The guys didn’t know Kyla was my sister, they only knew I had three girlfriends. Kyla was still unsure about public displays of affection, only kissing my cheek, but Wendy then Kyla laid rather passionate kisses on my lips. “Someone is getting pussy tonight,” Kim growled into my ear.
It was late by the time we walked in the front door. Mum wandered out from the kitchen with a beer for me and a bottle of wine for the girls. After dumping my things in my bedroom and getting changed into something a little more comfortable, I joined Kyla and Wendy on the couch, Kyla sitting on the floor between my legs. “Aimee’s gone out with friends,” Mum explained, “She was at the game like a good sister, though.”
“I saw her.”
“I’ll definitely watch the replay tomorrow, Danny,” Kyla stated, “You were fantastic tonight.”
“Definitely earned that award and a night with his three girlfriends,” Kim added.
I didn’t get my night with all three as I was half-asleep while sitting on the couch, Kim and Kyla eventually dragging me to our bedroom, stripping me naked before I was cuddled by my sister and lover, and Wendy spooned against Kim. Always felt sorry for the one of the girls, though whenever Aimee was home, one of the three would sleep with them. Or my mother… Kyla and Wendy hadn’t fooled around with my mother, but they did enjoy sharing a bed with her, so they didn’t feel as lonely.
Woken the morning by soft lips around my coke, I opened my eyes to see my three girlfriends all smiling up at me. “Ready to have your world rocked?” Kyla asked.
“Who gets his cum?” Wendy asked.
“I think you should get it,” Kim replied, “Kyla and I can enjoy his tongue.”
Wendy rode me hard and fast from the start. I loved feeling her tight pussy around my cock, feeling her squeezing it tightly when she enjoyed one orgasm after another. As for Kim, I had my hands around her thighs and my tongue working her pussy and clit, ensuring she also got off over and over again until she needed to fall away, her entire body continuing to shake, while Kyla took her place on my face, smothering my mouth with her pussy. “Eat me, little brother,” she growled, “I love how hard you make me cum.”
By the time the four of us joined my mother and Aimee in the kitchen for breakfast, Wendy was staggering as she’d ended up on her back while I fucked her, while Kyla and Kim had that look on their faces that they’d been pleasured rather well. Mum said I was looking rather smug as I took my seat before chuckling to herself, believing I’d earned the right since I’d satisfied three women that morning.
I wanted to live with Kim and Wendy permanently, but it wasn’t possible where I currently lived. With my wage alone, I could easily purchase a larger house, but my idea to actually purchase two houses next to each other, then somehow combine them so we could live separately but together at once.
Everyone knew it was on my mind. After what happened regarding my confession about my relationship with my family, I made sure there were no longer any secrets between any of us. Mum knew I was looking at places for all of us to live. I also knew she didn’t care where we moved, as long as she remained as close as possible to her son. Aimee didn’t want to move away from her family. Kim, Kyla and Wendy would be living in my house. Mum was happy to live in the other house. Aimee was free to live where she wanted, and from what Mum told me, Aunt Caroline would move in with her.
Things were slowly starting to come together, both in my professional and private life. I could only hope there were no further speed bumps in the future.