To those who are interested in my stories:

I haven't published a story in quite a while and my last story is incomplete as a result of life getting busy. The series Behind the Scenes with Mom is not only not finished, but I have a real hard time coming back to it. I lost the momentum and I simply don't have the inspiration for it. Sometimes I have ideas but... I hate not having finished it.

However, inspiration hit me a while ago with two other stories. One is massive (or at least longer than anything I've written), it's nearly finished and it involves my favorite category I must admit, incest. It took a long time to write. Then there's this one which I intended to bang out quickly and publish it in one chapter but 'grew' more than I expected. It's a three part series now and it's complete and I will be publishing them one at time.

As always please comment, I won't publish Part 2 until this one makes the rounds and I get feedback and suggestions which I appreciate a lot. This is the first time I'm publishing in this category (see New Sister for incest between brother and trans sister), so we'll see how it goes. I hope readers of this category enjoy it and find it appropriate for this community. Everyone in this story is at least 19 years old.

This part includes the first three chapters:

1) Teen Ella and the Coach

2) Ella deserves more

3) Do girls have cocks?

Thank you all.

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Chapter 1: Teen Ella and the Head Coach

And to think that it all started the same day I got my dream job.

Still I paid no mind to it. I was extremely busy and anxious preparing everything for pre-season to begin. In all honesty I had been ignoring all family conversations for at least two months. In one ear out the other.

So I was surprised, to say the least, when I opened the front door of my home and found the blonde young lady standing at the door. She had a lovely smile.

"Hi!" She seem a little embarrassed, her cheeks quickly turning bright red.

"Hello." I responded.

"Oh my god she's here!" Lizzie, my daughter, pushed me aside and embraced her old but new friend Ella.

Ella was quickly brought inside and I found myself slowly making sense of things as we sat to dinner and the women started conversation.

By 'the women' I mean the guest, Ella, my daughter Lizzie, and my wife Eve. The conversation I had been ignoring the last couple of months slowly came back to me as I ate, listened, and glanced over and over again at our guest.

Ella had left for college a year ago and she had done so as an 18 year old boy. Not just a boy but my daughter's best friend. They had been inseparable to the point where my wife and I, and Eliot's parents at the time, joked and imagined that they would end up marrying.

Then news then came that Eliot was now Ella.

Lizzie over the next two months began to tell us more. Her mother was interested, I was too preoccupied with other stuff.

Despite the fact that Ella had a successful first year in college, she was returning for good and transferring to the local college my own daughter attended. Lizzie was thrilled about this.

Me? I simply did not care. I had just been named head coach of the Northern California Wolves. We played in USL Championship and at my tender age of 45 this was finally my opportunity to make it in the sport. If successful here the possibilities were endless, I was already visualizing a future where I coached a European giant.

There was a long road to that unlikely event. At the very least, I had a considerable bump in income and Eve was already looking for a bigger house to move to.

My mind again was drifting into soccer business while at the table and the only thing bringing me back to reality is how unrecognizable Ella was.

Her blonde hair came down barely to her shoulders. I was struck by how natural she looked, she had make up but it wasn't much for I noticed the freckles I had known before, very light and very few but now they made Ella look... well... cute.

She had striking green eyes, a small nose, and a typical yet beautiful natural look of a 19 year old girl.

I didn't say much that night but my family, said Lizzie afterwards, had made Ella feel welcomed.

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I Am The Head Coach

It was summer and I saw Ella now and then at our home. Lizzie called it 'hanging out'. The word 'hanging' lingering in my head for a second. Something about Ella made me pay special attention to her for a while but I paid little attention to this once pre-season started.

I had no say when it came to signing new players but luckily they had been to my liking. More important than the names we had signed two South American wingers, a fast and strong leftwing, the other just fast, quite skinny, on the right wing. They were essential to my plans.

Besides the new wings, we had a new central defender, Lotti of Italian descent, and a new number 10, Harrison who had played a few minutes last season in MLS and was skinny as a rail but his technique was remarkable. I had been part of the managerial staff the season before this, slowly working my way to the top, so I knew the rest of the players quite well.

I woke up one of those early pre-season days to see my lovely wife sleeping next to me with the blanket at her feet.

I was a lucky man, she was an amazing woman with very nice hips. Her nightgown was in disarray and left little to the imagination but that little was removed when I freed one of her breasts.

They were bigger than when I had met her. I woke her up by sucking on the free nipple. We didn't have sex as much anymore and even less since I had become a coach. These last few days however, I had felt an increase of horniness, and while Eve wasn't enthusiastic she was at least receptive.

She loved having me on top, kissing me, while my cock moved in and out of her. But that day even in that bliss, my mind began to wander off...

I wasn't reinventing the wheel but I did have a few ideas. I knew all too well how to make this team defend, that was my strongest characteristic, and I felt inspired to make our mark in this league as an impenetrable wall.

That wouldn't be enough of course, we needed to score. I started thrusting harder and squeezing her breasts roughly. She forced my hands off her breasts as she did not like the roughness and moaned freeing her mouth from mine.

So we would transition to the offensive quicker than the best European sides could. That was the plan and the wings would be essential for this.

I knew I was going insane, thinking about my counter attacking plans as I neared climax. My wife's pussy wet and ready to receive my load, then suddenly I remember that Ella used to play soccer too and now had plans to join along with my daughter the college women's soccer team.

The day before I had found them kicking the ball around in our backyard, and now I pictured Ella sweaty and in those very short shorts as I climaxed inside my wife.

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I like girls in soccer shorts

I almost erased from my memory the very troubling fact that I had climaxed thinking 'that'. I had thought of other women at times before but this was obviously different for many significant reasons.

There was no harm in it though, and it was a one-time thing as I went about my days again. Yet a few days later I found Lizzie and her friend kicking the ball around in our back yard and was asked to join.

I should have been tired of soccer after a long day of the job but I loved the game and quickly set up a game with them. I brought out one of the small training goals. I was goalkeeper first but at every goal scored the loser became the new goal keeper.

I was a good coach and instinctively began giving them advice while still letting them have fun.

Ella wasn't bad at all and most of the games became Ella versus me as Lizzie remained in goal. This wasn't basketball and I had taught them that it was important to use their bodies in the game. Lightly pushing and pulling, playing a bit rough without committing fouls.

Ella was backed into a corner and protected the ball with her back towards me. So close to her I would have fought my way to the ball but I hesitated momentarily noticing her body.

It dawn on me that there was a reason I had thought of Ella that night, Ella in similar shorts to these. It was a very idiotic manly reason. She had smooth thick thighs, very womanly thighs. And worse, I now noticed her butt. It wasn't gigantic but it was plump. Standing behind her looking down she bent over slightly and her butt stuck out towards me.

Plump, round, like a bubble.

Distracted for a few seconds by this, and I slowly moving closer and closer to her, she threw back her body, her ass pushing against me first, and turned to the left leaving me quickly behind.

She rushed for the goal but Lizzie denied her at the goal. Nothing like this happened again but I couldn't help it from that moment forward, to be very conscious of her body as we played and our bodies touched due to the nature of the beautiful game.

The night culminated for me as Ella nutmegged my Lizzie and rushed once against towards me at the goal. This girl who had been my boy neighbor the year before, ran to me and cemented a new image in my head.

Her blonde hair flowing and tiny boobs bouncing ever so slightly. She was unlike any girl I'd seen before and yet so girly that I began to wonder about the space between her legs.

She scored between my legs too and Lizzie celebrated with her at my embarrassing defeat.

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What is wrong with me?

I'm not a saint now or have I ever been. I'm not ashamed to admit that I have flirted now and then with a woman but it has never been serious. I never truly thought I would cheat.

At work a woman named Nancy, who is in charge of the medical staff, is a thirty something year old with an amazing body and players tease her, and she playfully b back. I often check her out. This is different from cheating with my wife.

I would never do such thing. Now that I just turned fifty my sex drive is lower. I can't stop from checking out a good ass that's placed in front of me, but that's as far as I would ever go. I love my wife and the family we have built. I am very proud of my daughter too and I want her to be proud of me.

Given my moral code I found troubling that after that day I began to also check out Ella. She was just nineteen and this made me uncomfortable. It was hugely inappropriate and the way I randomly started thinking about her wasn't good.

It didn't help that she spent so much time with Lizzie in our home. Once we moved things would probably be different, but for now I saw Ella every day. I told myself, 'remember what's underneath those shorts', to keep myself in check.

In this hot summer day those teenagers let their flesh exposed to the sun shamelessly as well. Always wearing shorts, or skirts, or small dresses, and here I am thinking of it again.

Skirts bothered me the most as those could so easily rise to a more inappropriate level of exposure. But shorts mystified me the most. Tight jean shorts, small soccer shorts, and yesterday even spandex type shorts hugging her bottom tightly.

There didn't seem to be anything between her legs judging from looking. Embarrassingly, I admit that I have, you know, stared at her crotch. How careful have I been with these inappropriate glances?

Lizzie talked about her friend at dinner every day. I started paying more attention. She mentioned the pills Ella was using to transition and other aspects of her life that now changed. I acted uninterested but I wanted to ask questions. I wondered about something that was none of my business, if an operation had taken place. Why did it matter anyways?

Eve asked an interesting question though, what about romantically? What was Ella interested in now?

Lizzie replied, "Boys, she likes boys... for the most part." We didn't comment, didn't know how to with kids and their sensitivities these days, but 'for the most part?' What did that mean?

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Our first pre-season games came and despite the first one ending in a draw, we won the next two. Now the last friendly match was set up against the San Jose Earthquakes, at home, and it somehow felt more important than it should.

MLS clubs may be seen by a lot of people as a huge jump in quality from our division but I had other views. The quality of players was better no doubt but the game itself didn't have to be. With a home crowd I wanted us show what we could do. Tactics, tactics, tactics.

It was a friendly however, so the stress I felt during the days leading up to match wasn't completely justified.

The wife was taking care of me at home as usual, very supportive, and had made a small party for me to celebrate my promotion. We hadn't had time to do so yet.

Ella and her parents were invited, so was my brother and his family, and my friend Jordan and his wife. A small get-together barbecue that was great as distraction and well deserve relaxation.

"Congratulation Mr. Hanks, I promise I'll watch every game." Ella had come up to me as soon as she had arrived. She looked directly into my eyes.

"Thank you Ella." Lizzie showed up right away and took Ella's hand dragging her away. Ella looked nice but it didn't escape me that her outfit was also a bit inappropriate in one respect. I could see her nipples.

She wore a floral mini skirt and a beige crop top over which her nipples were visible. And there she went.

After hanging out for a while I stepped onto the kitchen inside the house. She joined me there again. I had failed to stop randomly thinking about her and her constant presence made it difficult, but at least we were never alone and we hardly spoke.

But this day was different.

"I really meant it Mr. Hanks, I'll be rooting for you."

"Thank you again Ella, you've known me for a long time. I've been waiting for this opportunity for many years."

"I know you deserve it. Not one knows soccer better than you."

"I don't think that's true but I appreciate you saying it. I'm happy you like the game too. You'll do great in the college team. I'll come and watch you two play as well."

"Well, about that. I'm not sure I'll be joining the team after all."

"Why not? You'll do amazing if you do."

"I know I'm okay but it's just..."

"What is it? If they don't take you I'll personally go talk to their coach and put them in their place. They would have to know nothing about soccer to reject you."

She smiled, "Thank you. It's something different... it's because I transitioned... and... I think some people might not like it if I join."

"Who?" I said this more angrily than I intended when a year earlier I might had a problem with it if it was someone I didn't know.

"Other girls maybe, maybe the coach, or just other people."

"Listen Ella, if that's really the problem I understand if you don't want to go through all that but you know you have my support."

She hugged me then, her face against my chest. Then she looked up at me from my chest, "Thank you."

"It wouldn't be a problem."

"It's nice to know I'm accepted by the people around me." Then she put her face on my chest again. It struck me then how petite she was. How girly, how it was impossible to think she had ever been the boy next door. "I always liked you Mr. Hanks, I'm glad I wasn't wrong about you."

"Um, thank you Ella."

"I don't understand it sometimes. I was meant to be a girl you know. I mean, look at me. I know the pills I'm taking are changing my body in some ways but I've always been so girly anyways. Look how small I am." She turned around from the hug and moved her back against me. "Look how much taller you are, not even if I get on my toes." She did get on her toes and then it was undeniable that her ass was moving up against my crotch.

When she got on her toes her lifted butt cheeks caught and raised my cock and I was surprised at how quickly it had gotten hard. I was hard but the briefs kept it from tenting up, but I could soon be and how could she not feel it?

I froze however. "See, not matter how hard I try." Her butt kept moving and finally I said, "I see." I placed my hands on her small waist and moved her away.

She turned around, "Look how much bigger you are... and stronger." She touched both my arms, running her hands over them, "I would never have been like this."

She let go of me then and Marc my nephew came into the kitchen. Ella smiled, said something, and walked away.

I was uneasy the rest of the day, just thinking. Having conversations I wasn't too interested in and eventually always finding my eyes moving towards Ella.

What the hell was that? I could picture her butt against me again and again. Then a lot of other things came to mind. The way she had touched my arms and looked at me was making me freak out.

It wasn't quite innocent, the way she had done all that.

But it must be innocent, I told myself. She's only 19 years old.

Then the 'non-innocence' was only coming from me, but god her bubble ass against my dick felt so good!

I had to calm down, it wasn't that dramatic. It had been a strange moment but nothing else. Other moments flashed through my mind now. Times where I found myself flirting with another woman. My boss' secretary from a few years ago who asked me out making it very obvious what she wanted.

But it had never gone beyond flirtation. I loved my wife, my daughter, and friends. Yes, even friends would feel betrayed if I ever did something like cheating.

When the sun was setting and people were soon to leave, I stood at the grill flipping a few last patties and laughed to myself.

Now those women were tempting. Real temptation. They were hot women, older too and they knew what they were doing.

And yet I never hesitated. I loved my wife and sex wasn't that important. My family was, my career was. My life.

There was no danger with Ella. I laughed out loud and began thinking about my real troubles coming up the very next day. The games that mattered were about to start.

Then Ella approached and I said to her, "Which one would you like?" Pointing at the grill.

"Mmm, let me see," She leaned forward and just like that she was in front of me again. "I don't know, which one is medium rare and which one is well done?" She giggled, "I don't know the difference."

And it was so easy then, knowing not one was near us, looking at us, or likely to see us. So without any concern, worry, or even though, I talked to her and explained the options we had with my little knowledge.

She in front pushing her ass back and I shamelessly getting hard against it.

Her giggles were nice and she wouldn't stay completely still. My dick getting harder by the second and her butt feeling tight and nicely firm against me. My cock was pushed around my boxers until she finally chose a burger.

I served it to her, she thanked me and her cheeks were bright red. She looked at me knowingly. I couldn't help my smile as she walked away.

It was the last I saw of her that evening.

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"Let's fucking go!" Liam, our captain, yelled as he hugged me before walking into the locker room. I stood at the entrance of the locker room receiving each player with a hug or just an embracing hand shake. I congratulated each one.

Our first victory at home. After a disputed draw against the San Jose Earthquakes, where I thought we did well but the soccer press had disagreed, and a disappointing draw in the first game of the season against El Paso, we had our first victory.

And it was a great one. 3-0 at home, solidly at the back, and fast and furious on the offensive. After feeling a lot of pressure the last few weeks the key change was changing Rubio our left winger to the left back in a line of 5 at the back.