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Chapter 3: Tag Teams
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 3: Tag Teams - 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
The three of us grown children called a family meeting. At Melissa’s request, I spoke for her and explained her feelings and concerns. I have to say, Mom was not very supportive at first, but then Dad exploded.
“Nobody should be pressuring Sissy, I mean, Melissa, into any uncomfortable sexual situation! That’s wrong—in so many ways. Sex with love and desire is the best thing in life, like your mother and I enjoy. Still. Until you tell me otherwise, you will be excluded from those productions, Melissa.”
Emmett Franklin didn’t do more than show a little disappointment for losing Melissa. He proposed an alternative: tag team wrestling. The match will feature Susie and Mom in one color against Vixen and Roxie in the other color thongs. Apparently, Roxie was Vixen’s younger sister and had become envious of Vixen’s wrestling income.
Outside of the ropes was a small ledge called the “apron,” where one member of the team would stand. The wrestling member would tag (touch) their partner when they were tiring or at a disadvantage, then step out of the ring so their partner could wrestle in their place.
The older partner started the match, with Susie and Roxie outside the ropes. The five rounds were extended to four minutes each, and (for once) Emmett behaved like a “real” referee, strictly enforcing the rules. In the bleachers, Melissa cheered for both partners (her sister and Mom) along with the rest of us and Nate.
Strategically, I sat next to Dad, so Nate and Melissa were together through the evening. I patted myself on the back for helping Nate to get closer to my sister and for giving Melissa an opportunity to embrace her heterosexual feelings with my best friend.
Out in the ring, Susie used her every opportunity to grope and cuddle with Roxie and Vixen. Mom was sympathetic and spent extra time on the apron, egging Susie on instead of wrestling herself. Susie’s overt lesbianism brought in big tips during all five rounds—even more than the previous sister act.
I wasn’t surprised in the least when Susie begged Mom and Dad to let her go home with Vixen and Roxie, arguing that they had a hot tub (a fiberglass spa) in their backyard for the after-match aches and pains. My parents weren’t dumb; they knew not only would Susie be in their tub but also in their bed or beds. Nevertheless, they agreed.
I teased Nate. “Think of the three of them soaking in the hot bubbling water, with their three pairs of big boobs bobbling around in the jets and currents. Their faces are all red and sweaty, and every ten or fifteen minutes they have to sit up on the sides to cool down with their knees apart, exposing their moist lower lips to the...”
I quit then, because that red coloration was back in Nate’s face, as if he were also in the steaming water along with the three women.
“You OK, Nate?”
He made a strangled noise. I teased him some more.
“Maybe I’ll ask Susie if she can get invitations for you and Melissa to join them for a hot soaking.”
He choked harder and held up his hand.
“Steve, Vixen wouldn’t enjoy me polluting her hot water when I splooge from visual overload.”
“Maybe I should go instead and show more restraint.”
“I fucking hate you, Steve. Don’t you dare!”
“OK, OK, I was just teasing. Don’t tell Dimitra that I’m mean to you.”
“I won’t. She arrives tonight, and you are expected at my house for dinner tomorrow. You should bring some flowers since you’re too young to buy alcohol.”
The next day I thought about it, but the supermarket didn’t have good choices, so I went to an actual florist to get a bouquet for my hostess, Nate’s mom. I managed to find some semi-presentable clothing and rang the bell right on time.
“Hey, Steve, come in and meet everybody. This is my buddy Steve Ericssen; Steve, this is my mother, Eleni Nikolaou, and my cousin, Dimitra Kontos.”
I don’t think I hid my surprise very well. Both women were very attractive, with, perhaps, a stereotypical Mediterranean look. Not very tall, olive skin, black hair, and certainly what Emmett Franklin would call BBW physiques. I was instantly attracted to both women.
I mumbled, “Pleased, uh, to meet you. Oh, these are for you, Mrs. Nik...”
“Don’t you dare. Call me Eleni, or get out of my house!”
“And I am Dimitra, Steve. Athanasios, you may go now.”
“Nate?”
“I have a date with Melissa. Have fun, Steve, and don’t forget to eat.”
Nate had warned me about his mother. I needed to arrive hungry, compliment the cooking, and ask for seconds. These requirements were a challenge because I didn’t want to talk with my mouth full, and they were grilling me while putting out several dishes with names I couldn’t pronounce or remember.
And all of it was delicious! After I talked at length about myself and Nate, the meal ended with some honeyed baklava. While I drank ice water, the two women were drinking “ouzo,” a potent spirit made with anise (licorice). I excused myself to the bathroom while my hosts bantered back and forth in Greek.
When I returned, the two of them seemed to have come to a decision. Uh-oh. Eleni spoke first.
“I’m pleased to say you have impressed me, Steve. Athanasios talks about you and your sisters all the time, which is why he’s with Melissa tonight instead of protecting you from overbearing Greek mother syndrome. No, you don’t need to be polite. I grilled you like a fish, and you survived well. For the rest of tonight, you belong to Dimitra. I know you will treat her well.”
“Um, thank you, Eleni. So, Dimitra, what would you like to do?”