The two women had one thing in common: they had both married into the family. Both boys (husbands), not surprisingly, had similar taste in women, and not surprisingly, they had striking similarities to the matriarch of the family, the mens’ mother: Helena. Helena, unfortunately was now in the final days of a long battle with an unusual illness and she called both daughter-in-laws to her bedroom, alone.
Despite her illness, Helena’s physical attributes, penetrating eyes and keen intellect remained intact. Both women had tremendous respect for her and both women felt that they were strongly connected to her. Helena had dark hair, olive skin, large, full breasts and high cheekbones. In her younger day, she commanded a room with not just her physical appearance but her sharp wit and remarkable intelligence. She was politically savvy and knew just how to get what she wanted.
She looked at the two women, who were both 31 years old. She had them both sit.
“Lisa, Bianca, I have much to ask of you. As you both know, while I use the word, ask, it is not a question or request, but an expectation. Neither Mark nor Peter may know anything about what I am about to explain.” She paused to take a breath.
“Years ago, when I married into this family, my sister-in-law and I were in a situation very similar to the two of you. We had both married two brothers and we both hated each other, for a litany of reasons.” Both women tried to protest.
She held up a hand feebly. “Stop. We all know this is true. And don’t interrupt me again, because it will just irritate me. As we all know, Arianna, Cara and Dianna are all stunning and powerful women in their own right, but this family, and its fortune, has a long lineage of female matriarchs as the men in this family are destined for early deaths and a life of irresponsibility. Your husbands, my sons, will fall victim to these habits and behaviors despite even your best efforts. So don’t bother to think it will be different, they are my sons after all. The requirements of the family trusts is that there is ONE and only ONE female matriarch. This does not mean that the other family will not be financially absurdly fine, but it does require that there be only one woman on the estate documents. If I were to have a daughter—if anyone was to have a daughter—natural born, NOT adopted, then the lineage would be clear, but our boys don’t make girls, or so it seems and so for the past 90 years, it has always passed to woman by marriage. Now I don’t know why this is the way things have been decided, it dates back to 1737 and no one knows why, but this is how it is.”
She paused again, assessing the two women, who had both begun to breathe faster as they realized what was truly happening.
“Now, time is of the essence as I only have a week or so to live, and the documents must be complete. I love both of you as the wives of my sons and future mothers of my grandchildren, and the language is clear anyway, unless there is a daughter born from my womb, the decision must be made between the married women. Fortunately, there are only two of you. When I became matriarch, I had to exert my claim over all three of the others, and let me assure you, it was brutal. Truly brutal. “
The two women now looked at each other, thinking that they had an inkling as to where this was going.
The sharp, dying woman, saw their recognition. “You have a choice. You can decide between yourselves at this moment, or you can to Anders, and decide there, alone, without interruption or distraction.” Anders was the summer estate of the family, which was largely shuttered for the winter.
The two women looked at each other and, essentially in unison, said, “It will be Anders.”
She nodded, her mouth set sternly. “As it has been for hundreds of years and several generations.”
“You can choose to settle this in whatever way you desire, but one of you must come back to me within the week to sign the appropriate paperwork with the attorneys.”
They both nodded solemnly as they eyed each other, with venom beginning to overflow between them.
The drive to the summer estate was similar for both of them. They drove themselves, contemplating the quiet solitude of the car, knowing that the day would bring a challenge that neither had ever encountered seriously before. Both were in excellent physical shape and both knew that this battle would leave them both hurting, regardless of who was victorious. They knew that neither would be mortally injured, but that they would suffer significantly.
Lisa arrived at the house first, put her bag in the room that she and her husband had always used and heard Bianca's car pull up.
Bianca saw Lisa's car, grabbed her bag from the back, and yelled to her sister in law as she climbed the sweeping staircase in the foyer to the room that she and her husband used. She began to remove her clothes as she saw Lisa come out from their bedroom with a short robe wrapped loosely around her naked body since she knew that she and Bianca would be the only two there.
The two women had agreed to at least start in the ballroom, which had a parquet floor that would be easy to clear and was devoid of furniture when the family wasn't hosting. It was a massive room with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the sweeping back lawn that ran down to the sheltered bay that then ran to the ocean. Neither woman even vaguely faked that this would be anything less than a physical fight between them. There was no love between them at all, despite Bianca being openly bisexual and both women recognizing that there would be no rules to anything about this.
The two women looked at each other. They said little. For some reason, they both were wearing full make up, despite no one else around. It was an ego and intimidation issue, for sure. Their nails were long and sharp.
They circled one another, their hearts beginning to pound and their breathing getting shallow. The distance between them was getting shorter.
As soon as both women recognized that they were in range, they launched at one another, grabbing hair and swinging punches. The blows thudded into their torsos and echoed through the hall. They grunted with exertion and then Lisa yelped as one punch from Bianca finally got her solidly. She countered with a blow that cause Bianca to exclaim "Ooof"
They let go of one another's hair and began punching each other in the face. Lisa was hurting, and she hoped that Bianca was too.
In truth, Bianca wanted to cry. The other bitch was punishing her face and while she had drawn blood, she was pretty sure that one more punch from Lisa would draw blood of her own, and sure enough, a blow connected perfectly with her nose and blood started to run down her face and drip from her chin.
Neither woman was anywhere close to quitting but they were getting frightened of what could happen. Bianca wiped the blood from her face on the back of her hand after shoving Lisa backwards and causing her to fall on her ass, making a squeaking noise as her sweaty ass slid across the floor. Lisa got up quickly, but Bianca was on her and grabbed her in a headlock and threw her to the floor again. She jumped on top of her and used her body weight to pin her down as she grabbed Lisa's pussy and dug her nails in. Lisa shrieked and immediately shoved her hand under Bianca's body and grabbed her pussy as well. Bianca winced and whimpered as she moved her other forearm across Lisa's throat and Lisa used her free hand to dig her nails into Bianca's face. Bianca's face and crotch were in agony. She didn't know, but her clawing of Lisa's pussy was causing her sister-in-law to cry. She couldn't tell because Lisa was also flushed and panicking because Bianca's forearm was making it hard for her to breathe.
Lisa was starting to lose too much oxygen. She shoved two fingers up Bianca's nose as hard as she could and Bianca screamed. At the same time, Lisa desperately grabbed what she felt was Bianca's clit and pinched it severely. Bianca sobbed and pushed off, rolling away.
Both women rolled to their sides. Bianca's nose hurt more than her clit and her clit was agonizing. Lisa was facing away from her on her side and gasping for air. Bianca scrambled over to her and got to her feet before Lisa had a chance to recover and began kicking her in her back. Lisa groaned and rolled and tried to roll away, but Bianca chased after her. Several kicks crushed Lisa's back and big tits as she rolled away trying to escape Bianca's kicks.
One kick caught Lisa perfectly in her right tit. "Motherfucker" she groaned as she rolled to her back. Bianca stomped her repeatedly at that moment and Lisa curled up, hurt. Sensing victory at the moment, Bianca slammed Lisa's head into the floor and rolled Lisa to her belly and yanked her head back by her hair torquing her neck severely. Lisa wailed as her body was stretched. Bianca pressed her ass down into the small of Lisa's back as she pulled her upper chest off the floor.
Lisa screamed, "FFFFFFFUCKKKKK!! YOU FUCKING cxnt!!! FUCK YOU!!! LET ME GO!" But Bianca knew she was in control and pulled harder before she drove forward and smashed Lisa's big chest and face onto the floor. Lisa was stunned and moaned as she lay there and Bianca got to her feet and stomped her a few more times.
Lisa moaned and didn't move. Bianca was drenched in sweat and exhausted. She wasn't sure if she had won though but she needed a drink so she went to the staging room off the ball room and got a glass of water. She gulped it down and went in to check on her victim but the room was empty. A bit of blood on the floor where Lisa lay previously was all that remained. She put the glass down in the sink and walked out of the staging room into the big hallway that led to the ballroom and Lisa threw her body into Bianca's driving her backwards into the wall and tackling her to the ground. Lisa straddled her and began pounding her face and chest as Bianca bucked and flailed wildly trying to get free, grabbing Lisa's big breasts and tearing the flesh with her sharp claws as Lisa pounded her into a daze and the world began to spin. The fire in Lisa's chest was only overpowered by the throbbing in her head as she viciously pounded her sister in law into unconsciousness.
As Bianca's claws dropped away from her bleeding tits, Lisa struggled to her feet. She leaned against the wall, gasping in huge breaths.
She went in to the staging room and got ice and put it in two baggies and held them on her big tits. She started to cry again. Partly from relief and partly from anxiety. She was sure the fight wasn't over. She went up the stairs, struggling but pulling herself up. She took one of the bags of ice as she got to the top and put it between her legs. She went into her bedroom and turned on the shower but then she heard something. She shut the shower off and walked out of her bedroom. She looked down the hallway to the top of the stairs. Bianca was pulling herself up the last step. They charged at each other as best they could. Their bodies crashed together. Sweat and blood and body fluids made their skin slick as their large breasts were compressed between them and they used their powerful legs and arms to try to overpower the other woman. They dug their nails into the raw flesh of the other woman's back and buttocks. They struggled mightily and whimpered. Their hands ended up interlocked and they forced them above their heads. They were suddenly in a traditional test of strength. Their arms trembled as their lips quivered. They widened their stances as they tried to use all of their leverage to over power one another. Only one could win this battle and gradually one did. Lisa forced Bianca to her knees, proving to both that she was the stronger of the two, at least at that moment. Bianca's face was a mask of frustration and pain as she was on her knees in front of her enemy. She pulled an arm free and jammed her sharp nails into Lisa's pussy.
Lisa screamed and slammed her free hand repeatedly into Bianca's already battered face. Bianca mauled her pussy ruthlessly and Lisa sobbed in pain, stumbling back and allowing Bianca, unsteady and punch drunk, to get to there feet. Both women were at the end of their rope. They struggled towards each other throwing weak and clumsy punches into one another's bodies. They grappled again, stumbling into the low wall that overlooked the balcony that was 6 feet below that was 8 feet above the hard floor below.
"One of us is going over..." grunted Lisa...
"And that will be the end...it won't kill either of us to hit the balcony, but it sure will an end to this fight..." gasped Bianca.
"Agreed, " whimpered Lisa...
They slammed into the wall opposite the wall that overhung the balcony and stumbled back to the low wall. They struggled with each other, clawing and punching as they both leaned precariously over the wall. One woman screamed with exertion as she leveraged her strength to overpower her foe and upend her over the wall. The other wailed as she fell to the balcony a few feet below with a horrific thud. She lay their moaning. Defeated, in agony, and struggling to find a way to get down.
The victor stumbled to her room and showered, sobbing uncontrollably. Every drop of water from the shower hurt as she washed all of the blood and sweat from the war she had just won from her battered body.
She didn't wait as she saw that her sister-in-law had gotten down the access ladder and seemed to have made it back to her room to sob in her bed at her loss.
She gingerly got her car and cried the whole way back to Helena's bedside.
She opened the door, "Helena?" she said, through thick lips and a swollen face. "I'm here for the paperwork..."
Helena turned to look at her, "I see that Lisa was a formidable opponent, as expected Bianca, but it seems that you will be the matriarch. Now let's get down to business."
