BBW League
Copyright© 2025 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 2: Athanasios Nikolaou
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 2: Athanasios Nikolaou - At a pink, padded ring setup for wrestling instead of boxing, Steve, his family, and his friend Nate are about to watch Steve's mother compete in an exhibition of nude wrestling, featuring 200+ lb. women in gratuitously sexual "combat" for wages and tips supplied by horny and generous internet viewers. Steve's two sisters join in, performing a lesbian sibling show. Nate is hot for the sisters and even their mom, but the incest taboo blocks Steve. Will he find someone (big) to love?
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sports Incest Sister Rough Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism BBW Big Breasts Hairy Cat-Fighting Nudism Violence
Our next online event was similar to the first. Nate joined us again, after pointing out the security issue—we left the BBW League event with quite a lot of cash. Having Nate’s burly body with us increased our confidence, since the event location was in an industrial area. While he was inside watching the matches with us, Nate was always respectful and kept his ogling to a respectable minimum.
When my mom approached Emmett Franklin with a sister act, it was like one of those cartoons where his irises were replaced with bulging green dollar signs. In following BBW League events, Sissy and Susie performed together every time that Mom did. They were making big money; most of it went into their college accounts.
The bigger issue was my sisters jockeying for Nate’s attention. He refused to choose between them no matter how they tried to maneuver him to show a preference. He surprised me, because I knew he looked at them both with flaming lust. Hell, I felt the same, but I was restrained by the incest taboo.
Almost every night, something or other would set them off. Arguments exploded into quarrels and then fights. Dad and I would just shrug and stay out of harm’s way. I got in the habit of pulling the coffee table out of the danger zone. Most of the time they would wrestle down on the floor instead of up on their feet. Their goal was to pin each other, inflicting enough pain to force a concession like doing the dishes for an entire week.
They shouted at each other using the most crude and insulting language while grabbing at each other’s bodies for control and leverage. Susie had a size and weight advantage, but Sissy had the most creative and wicked insults. She would expertly skewer her sister, causing Susie to lose her mind and become careless, giving Sissy a sudden advantage.
“Susie, you know why I don’t borrow your panties? Because you leave skid marks. They aren’t like from a car; more like an 18-wheel truck on the interstate with the skid marks leading to a horrible crash and spilled blood.”
“You filthy bitch!”
“You say that, but MY underwear stays clean and fresh. Didn’t Mom teach you about tampons, or are you confused and putting them into your ass?”
Ultimately, the two girls were a match for each other. Mom would come out of the kitchen and watch them. After a while, she would select a loser, grab her around the waist, and force her (with some difficulty) to stop wriggling and submit to Mom’s superior power. The winning sister would prance around the room rejoicing with her fists raised over her head as if she was Rocky Balboa on the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art.
Nate and I confided more and more; we viewed each other as best friends. I told Nate all about the at-home nude wrestling matches that prepared my mom (and sisters, potentially) to be BBW League stars. Hearing this, the poor guy almost passed out, and I panicked, thinking he would collapse on top of me—all two hundred thirty pounds of him. After I found him a chair, he demanded I describe these scenes to him over and over, with every detail included.
Finally, exasperated, I’d had enough.
“Nate, you’re six foot six, over two hundred and thirty pounds of muscle, and you could have either one of my sisters just by crooking your finger. If you really can’t choose, set up a rotation. Susie on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday; Melissa on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Sunday is your day of rest, and I’m sure you’ll need it.”
He looked thoughtful. “Steve, that’s a good idea.”
“But instead, you’re grilling me like a police inspector. ‘What color are each girl’s inner pussy lips? Are their belly buttons an innie or an outie? What size are their bras?’ You go on and on. It’s tiring me out, Nate.”
“Sorry, I don’t mean to hound you, Steve.”
“My sisters are just as bad. More than once they’ve demanded I obtain your statistics.”
“My statistics? What is ... Oh, no!”
“Yep. Chest size, collar size, sleeve length, waist size, your length and girth, both soft and hard—everything. At this point, Nate, it has become an impossible situation. Maybe you should tell them BOTH, ‘No.’ There’s a whole school full of pretty girls, most of whom would jump on you in a heartbeat. But as long as I’ve known you, there’s been no one. Why?”
“I could ask you the same question, Steve. Why are YOU single?”
“That’s easy. I don’t have your mighty and muscular body, your brains, your looks ... Nate, you are LITERALLY ‘tall, dark, and handsome.’ Next to you, I’m a pale and scrawny nerd. I’m horny all the fucking time and have no companionship besides my calloused right hand.”
“Shut up!” Nate was obviously pissed at me. “That’s my good friend Steve you’re making fun of. Don’t do that! Listen to me. You have NO reason to be knocking yourself down like this. Alright, we’re going to do this the Greek way.”
“What?”
“Don’t give me that prejudice, Steve. I’m not talking about anal sex. I’m talking about the Socratic Method. I’m Socrates, you’re Plato. Now pay attention. A lot of girls like ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ in their men. Others like regular-sized, cute, and blond, like Chris Pine as Captain Kirk or Daniel Craig as James Bond. The VAST MAJORITY of women are open to either type, or any one of a hundred combinations. Think how many women fret about being overweight. That’s lucky for us, because you and I are eager to embrace bigger women. Right, Steve?”
“You’re right, Nate; that’s true.”
“So, now I’m going to introduce you to two Greek people who are going to change your life. The first is Athanasios Nikolaou Jr., a young man you know well.”
“I do?”
“Yes. That’s MY name; I’m Athanasios Nikolaou II, or Jr. My late father was Athanasios Nikolaou (the first). He died when I was young in an accident, and I have no memory of him. Living in America, using ‘Nate’ as my name was just easier for everybody, me included.”
Nate continued, “The second Greek person who will change your life is my cousin, Dimitra Kontos. She’s coming for a ten-day visit with Mom and me.”
“I don’t understand, Nate. How is your cousin going to change my life?”
“Because, my friend, you’re going to date her. She’s about 22 years old and adorable, and you’re going to have a wonderful time together.”
“Nate, now I really don’t understand.”
“You will, young Plato, you will. If you’re ready to listen, I’m ready to explain.”
“Please, Socrates, or Nate, I’m all ears.”
“My mother, Eleni, grew up with Dimitra’s mother in Thessaly, a region of central Greece. Eleni and Athanasios moved to America, and I was born here, so I’m a US Citizen. Back in Greece, Dimitra was born into that strict religion-oriented life that my mother later rejected.”
“Rejected when your father died?”
“That’s right, Steve. Dimitra reached age 17 and was sent to the USA for an arranged marriage to a much older man. This is how she became a legal permanent resident of the US. There was just one problem: Dimitra had discovered she was a lesbian.”
“Hold on! You’re proposing that next week I go on dates with a lesbian named Dimitra? How will that work?”
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