Title: Remind me whose your favourite nephew
Author: Catfight Obsessed

It had been a year since their first encounter, the encounter where both aunts went to greet their nephew but found only him and each other and end up fighting over his affection. And by fighting, getting naked where they ripped every inch of each other’s bodies, that ended with Vaishali triumphant over Mansi.

Since then Vaishali had felt like Mansi’s superior. For a while Mansi had accepted she got bet in a catfight, but felt better everywhere else, but wasn’t able to feel that bright side with Vaishali acted like she owned her. Everywhere they saw one another, they seemed no different, but if you looked hard enough, you would notice that Vaishali held her chin up higher, swung her arms more cheerfully and stuttered her booty with her feet pacing.

Unable to take this superior act, Mansi took the first chance alone with Vaishali to challenge her to rematch. The adversary didn’t accept it however, feeling there was no need. With such insult, Mansi had made an aggressive grab for her, but Vaishali was willing to make a scene soon as she tried, running out in the open with describing how she tried to attack her for ‘no reason’. After that Mansi made a few more attempts, but with each denial she felt she could do nothing.

Looking back on their first encounter, Mansi had recalled how that went and thought up a way for her rematch. It took a while, but after Mansi was able to figure out a nice plan like this. But she waited this long for her nephew to alone at his home again. It was also long to wait for a time for Vaishali to be going up to his alone, where she walked into the garden and into the house, for Mansi to quickly sneak behind her.

Coming out from the bathroom naked, their nephew was finishing drying his head and was no looking around for where his favourite boxers were. He planned on wearing those today, but seemed unable to find them. He resorted looking into the sitter room where he crotched down looking to see they fell behind the chair again, until he heard this giggle greeting.

“Hallo nephew of mine.”

Even though he recognised that voice, he turned around up against covering himself to see his aunt Vaishali. Although she had seen him naked a couple of times throughout his life, it still didn’t change the fact he got embarrassed by it. It was added even worse though about this situation when his other aunt came in, in a similar fashion saying.

“Hallo nephew of mine.” Smiled Mansi, giving Vaishali a shudder not expecting here.

“Um aunt Mansi, aunt Vaishali.” Mumbled their nephew. “What are you doing here?”

“Well we thought because it was ages since you saw us to go at it and loved it so much.” Letting Vaishali know what this was about already. “We’d have a rematch just for you, isn’t that right Vaishali.”

Looking at her rival, Vaishali could already see the hopeful face on his nephew, plus she was getting right aggrevated by how much Mansi wanted this. At first it was just fun denying her this, but that fun was gone now and was feeling the need to put her back in her place. “Yes.” Accepted the other aunt putting on a fake smile. “And we promise to fight just as hard this time, what do you say.”

For a while the nephew was busy thanking whoever was doing, believing his aunts wouldn’t have done this without spiritual guidance, but questioned if all he had to do was asking his aunts to do this. However remembering his aunts were waiting on him, he quickly said. “Yeah-yeah go for it.”

“Alright Vaishali.” Taking her clothes off, eager to get on with it. “Shall we.”

“Lets.” Pulling off her petticoat.

“Wait.” Stopped their nephew knowing they were just going to get naked, but confusing the aunts as a result. “But on the condition you fight in your underwear and high heels.”

Giving a smirk at how excited their nephew was and having to bother about that, the aunts only stripped down to their lingerie bras and undies and still standing on high heels. Standing in front of their nephew like loyal servants, Mansi requested. “Anything else hon.”

“No.” Jittered the nephew getting onto the couch to try and relax himself from all the tension and continuing to cover his groin. “You can fight now.”

With so such little millisecond gap when he said fight, the aunts instantly responded turning around to one another. They grabbed each other by the hair so that they could keep balance to kick out the toes of their feet and tip of their high heels against the other’s legs and ankles. They danced around flinching from every few successful kicks, trying to dodge and trying to tug on each other’s hair.

As they kept relying on holding one another’s hair for balance, they started pulling on their hair harder and harder, that eventually they were fighting to keep eye contact and not to show they were giving in. Soon the trader of kicks stopped as they were just getting more tired from it, putting more effort on pulling one another’s hair and were coming closer. However because of how much closer they were, they started trying to knee one another in the thighs and groin, but only every now and again.

The two women were only a inch apart from one another, breathing in one another’s faces through nostrils and snarling teeth, able to view every detail of their adversaries eyes. It didn’t last long however, as it only made the two even more aggressive and hyped, that suddenly Mansi was able to quickly jump back, still holding onto Vaishali’s hair, used a surprising amount of effort to force to throw her off balance. Vaishali then would’ve fallen to her side, if it hadn’t been for the solid wall that bounced against and fell into the opposite direction, fallen with her waist curved and legs across the floor, with her upper body still held up because her fingers were tangled in Mansi’s hair.

The nephew jolted just looking at the scene, with how Vaishali laid dazed like that with Manzi bent over her trying to keep balance with how she had been dragged down by their hair. At first Manzi had already gotten her fingers free, using her hand to slap across Vaishali’s face and claw against her shoulder to hold herself up. When the laying aunt got a hold of it, she rotated herself on her touché to bring up one of her legs and stamp her high heel back at Mansi, the tip of the shoe stamping into her waist and the stiletto ploughing into her undies at her cunt underneath.

Unable to take the pressure, and pain, Mansi had dropped her knees and pulled her head finally free of Vaishali’s grip, but not without losing a few strands of hair. The two then got readjusted onto their knees and elevated on them to reach one another. They clawed onto faces, pulled on hair and even stamped fists onto breasts that had no other protection other then the cloth surface on their breast. They shrieked and cursed at one another, they even spat at the distance they were from.

The savagery on both faces was enough to turn on their nephew even more at how animalistic and angry at one another, he couldn’t ever give up that look that they gave one another, it was so hot. It was hard to see it though when Vaishali grabbed Mansi’s head with both hands and slammed her face to the floor, with Mansi doing the same just as she did it.

Both had butts sticking out with legs trying to climb over or lie on the other, while both women pressed hands on top one another keeping faces pressed to the ground. But as they kept creeping to try and get up on top of the other, they got close enough to snake arms around the other’s neck and put one another in a headlock. As they did they were trying to stop the other putting their chest and bum on top that they got back onto their knees, where they still tried to put legs on top of the other, so they ended up getting onto their high heels once more.

It didn’t stop them trying to get back behind other, that they even tried stepping on one another’s foot with their high heels, yelping and ouches signalling successes. They even tried tangling legs together off the ground or simply barring them against to the other to see whose was strongest. As for hands they kept them pulling hair, trying to sock or slap faces and grabbing tits.

Pulling on one anothers heads, causing cheeks to inflate and heads to pulled up to make them look a little silly, didn’t stop the scalp of their heads knocking against one another making slight eye contact. Though because they were pulling on one another’s heads they when twirling around with butts bashing together, legs tripping on one another to cause them frantically kicking and scrapping against the floor to stay up.

But as they kept on whirling they kept on going until they went into the corridor. It was then their nephew realised if he was going to be able to continue watching he had to follow them. Getting up, he almost limped as he was hurting from watching all this. Though as for the fight, the two women stumbled in, whamming each other into the wall, everytime they did, they tried pinning their opponent against it, but they would eventually heave or give in and would go prancing across to wham the other against the surface.

Pressing all their weight against each other and putting as much against the wall as they could, the girls eventually turned about to face one another completely, so that they had both pairs of limbs matched up, bodies grinding and smother and heads bashed up, though sometimes they’d just put their chins on the other’s shoulder need fresh air from one another’s breath and sweat or sick of one another fed up of staring eye to eye or heaving against one another. They continued doing this a couple more times bamming wall to wall in a zig zag fashion.

It stopped though when they tripped on one another for the dozenth time in the corridor, with thin high heels and legs getting tired of being kicked and prancing around fell down to the ground. Mansi had fell to her front, while Vaishali had fell to her back against the wall. They were gasping for breath, already lost a lot of it enough to take a small break. Then were also sweating like blazes that you could see through their knickers and bra, though they all had been pulled down slightly from the grinding and struggling, that you could see half of Vaishali’s nipple.

Enough to be angered by it, she got onto her knees and grabbed Mansi’s bra just as she was getting up and yanked at it. Grabbing back at Vaishali’s bra, the two used nails and fingers to shred up their soft fabrics, even digging into their boobs carelessly until they were both topless. Though when Vaishali finished stripping first she went straight to her panties shredding them up as well, enjoying how Mansi disliked how fast she was tearing through her fabrics and wanted to do this naked as they were when the first fought.

Once Vaishali was finished first, she allowed Mansi to tear off the rest of her clothes and left them entirely naked. From there they crashed into one another, coiling arms around compressing naked boobs and kissing cunt lips together. The two rolled each other down, slamming themselves onto the floor; they wriggled and rolled to get on top of just to get comfortable.

Stretched out, they were banging and thumping foreheads and high-heels against the wall, trying to keep themselves in place from being rolled on or getting their legs snatched or head pulled back. This caused them to be like two halves of a log put together at the way they were merging as they tried harder to push the other girl back or just trying to ram her private parts more into hers. They twisted and coiled as a result of swapping different focuses, such as chest rotating from boob ramming, waists and hips twisting from crotch grinding and leg tangling and necks behind back from headbutts.

Their fingers crawled around their backs finding some place nice to scratch as they were far too flat together to fit somewhere front like the tit or cunts. Once they found somewhere soft like the waist, between their ribs or backsides they would rake across the tender flesh trying to rip it out, however sometimes they just went simply for the hair as an easy choice, enjoying the look of their foes scalp being stretched back and making them look silly and see the pain more visible.

Their nephews had crouched down, still covering himself and showing he was in pain from his private part growing vastly big then was possible. Just seeing his two aunts merged together like this was just so enthralling, but not because they were feeling and rubbing up, but because they were grinding and using every inch as weapon against the counter-part.

They then started to occasionally stamp against the wall with their high heels still on trying to smash the other’s toe, though they started simply kicking the others legs again as it was hard with the other limb up close and much easier.

After a while of this plain simple attrition flesh fight, the aunts saw it was getting nowhere and were pretty tired of having their goods feel one another all their tits felt like they were half way back into their chest and their cunts had the upper part of their pussy lips stuck open from suck one another splitting each other open, it still wasn’t enough. They both voluntarily got back up onto their high heels again, still grabbing each other’s hair as or punching each other in the gut or trying to pin the other down with her legs.

Once they got to their high-heels after forty-seconds of struggling to do so, they only ended up body-to-body again, trying to slam each other against the wall naked this time that it was fresh to their nephew atleast. Doing the same thing again, they kept going in a zig-zag fashion until they went through the door.

The clack of their heels against the solid kitchen floor sounded like a mad stampede as they swooped in, that they fell to the floor, with Vashali on top. She asserted herself, onto her knees and compressing her body and grabbing Mansi’s hair trying to pin her to the floor. Smothering her hands against her nemesis face, Mansi was mainly just trying to cover how ugly Vashali’s snarling face looked rather than trying to get her off.

Straddling in, their nephew grasped onto the door edge like a wounded man shot again as she saw the behind of both women’s rumps practically sticking up at him, not invitingly however. Mansi had her legs spread wide open as she was trying to flip Vashali off her and get rid of her foes legs trying to pin them down. The fact that they had both wide out and their cunts stretched out visibly smooshing together. The way the cunts would slowly open and close and make other possible movements from the legs also fighting, made it seem like they were mawing on one another, like savage animals that their nephew envisioned them as.

A few times the women turned and flipped over again and again, after Mansi had managed to gain the strength to do so. Though at one point when they tried to do it, but once Vaishali flipped Mansi off her, the foe slipped her hands inbetween the chests and grobbed onto her boobs and kept her back. The two resulted in almost lying on their back, chests and waists up against one another as they started to grab, claw and pull across bodies.

They weren’t able to concentrate on hairs and faces with the way they were in, but they had no problem wrenching tits, twisting nipples or plucking or inserting into pussy cunts. Squealing and screaming with heads banged up again and cheeks so flat beside each other, their ears were flat into their skull, strands of hair slipping our and feeling the vibrations of their lungs screaming in their hollowing mouths. Legs snatched on one another, mainly for to try and comfort themselves through this open torch, but usually it was so they could also just fight with their legs.

Once they adapted to the pain, they took moments to simply growl and hiss, but still squealed and screamed out when the opponent solved a new way to hurt them badly they had to get use to. Racing to find new ways they even rammed, clawed and pulled on guts, thighs and armpits that still hurt like blazes at how the vulnerable flesh they contained.

Soon as Mansi collapsed her head down against the floor for a bit, Vaishali assumed that as an automatic victory for this part of the battle already getting up. At first Mansi tried to drag her back down but her opponent was already onto her butt and she was finding it too hard to fight like this anyways.

When Vaishali got onto her high heels, Mansi had only got onto her bottom, enabling to stamp on her with her high heels. Before Vaishali got a good hit anywhere, Mansi had already grabbed onto her leg and pulled on it to force her to bombshell onto her butt.

Sitting opposite, the fact that one had used high-heels had reminded they both had them on or realise how painful they were as they continued to sit up, keeping themselves up with their hands as they started kicking and stamping on one another. Most the time they hit each other’s legs, thighs and shoulders, but there were a number of successful cunt, butt and breast kicks, they avoided heads though not wanting to let the other escape this with a concussion. There was one of two times when one hit somewhere juicy successfully they would try to smoother it in with the toe part or pump before it got taken away.

However once they clacked together with one of their high heels onto the other, they did so with the other as well, forcing high heels together, powering their legs into it to show whose was stronger, sometimes stretching them open to see who could withstand a split the longest or wrestling their high heel around to search for weakness to break the other.

With none giving in, the one pair of combating legs reluctantly slipped apart from one another and fell in front of the other woman. Seeing the opportunity to ‘disarm’ they grabbed hold of the foot and started undoing the high heels and slipping them off. Neither of them tried to stop the other taking off their high heels as they were wanting a more primal fight anyways that they actually let them take hold of their other foot to pull that high heel off.

That out of the way again they laid back to slam their naked feet together, interlocking toes and grinding soles together. This lasted only a few seconds as it felt odd doing this without high heels and retracted them back to get onto their knees.

Face to face again they presumed with hair pulling, face scratching, boob twisting and slaps, but continued to climb to their feet, their ankles feel tired and numb from battling the other set. Nonetheless they continued to walk around, trying to dodge one another or get space for a kick or fierce slap or drag one another’s nude bodies by their private part like cunt, breast or leg. This dance of manoeuvres caused their nephew to get out of the way as the two women went back into the corridor, but not without Vaishali shoving Mansi against the door edge and then or foe grabbing her by the breasts and swinging her against the door itself.

They travelled along the corridor swing by whatever, shoving or simply hitting each other against the walls, until they went through half cuddling one another as they were trying to hold the other still for breast or cunt grabs and low gut punches. It was then that they found themselves in the bathroom, after Mansi threw Vaishali off her and made her opponent go slipping and falling butt first into the opened up toilet seat.

There was a quick laugh from Mansi at how silly she looked, until she slipped her feet against the shower water left behind by their nephew and slammed onto her back. Dazed, she was laid on the floor like a helpless turtle, which enabled Vaishali to stretch out grabbing her opponents ankles and feet and use them to help her out of the toilet seat. Soon as she was on two feet then, she kept hold of Mansi’s legs, stretching them open and began stamping her foot between her legs.

This though didn’t take long for Mansi to react after three seconds of Vaishali scrunching to get her foot in much inside her cunt as possible. Threshing with her legs and assisted by the slippery floor, Mansi was able to force Vaishali off balance and tumble her side wards into the floor and then quickly wrap her legs around into a scissor hold around her.

Only just coming in now, their nephew had been needing to take a breather and brace himself, as well as his limping before seeing anymore. He almost spasmed to the floor when he saw his two aunts, one holding the other in between her legs squeezing her and the other scrambling her fingers across, pulling on pussy lips, yanking on breasts and raking across her stomach.

Bending over, Mansi was trying to reach for Vaishali’s hair, but her adversary had managed to snap her hands out and grab hers first and bend her over more as much as her face could reach her cunt. Paralysed by the sudden counter attack and her awkward body shape, Mansi had been weakened enough for Vaishali to break free of her scissor lock and climbed around her opponent to curl her arm around her neck and place her in an arm lock.

The two were the sliding and squirming along the wet floor with legs kicking out trying to grab one another, and bodies squirming to get around one another and Mansi’s hands clawing into Vaishali’s arm as she tried to stop her from cutting out her air.

It was so hot though for their nephew as he watched the two rolling and flounder about the floor, even though Vaishali looked as though she was going for a determined finish that could be fatal.

Finally though, with a burst of force, Mansi had sprung her body back enough and slammed the other aunt back up against the toilet seat, making her jerk her arms off of Mansi’s neck. Then while she was stunned, Mansi wanted to give her opponent a taste of her own medicine and climbed on top of Vaishali and pressed both hands around her neck, pressing her arms straight down on her.

With her arms not pinned or anything, Vaishali reached out her own hands and grabbed her neck back. Thrusting and shaking one another’s head, the other was trying to ensure they won in this strangle hold fight with nude bodies soon rolling and sliding against the floor again soon as Vaishali flipped Mansi off her. It didn’t take long though to stop with the strangling as they tried to hold one another down by the breasts or hair and tried to cover up their mouths with breasts or butt cheeks.

The two were splattering and rolling against the floor trying to gain on top until they went out the door again. Once the floor wasn’t as slidy, the two women raced to try and pile on top of the other because they were on solid ground to get a good grip. It ended with both women on their feet, but with Mansi over Vaishali’s shoulders and arms snaked around Vaishali’s arm bits and hands locked into a ball against her chest. Pushing back against her though, Vaishali rammed forward, making Mansi chute backwards until the two went zooming until Mansi’s butt banged into another door edge, causing her to flex up and pull her hands back to cover it. This allowed Vaishali to stand back up and slam her own body against Mansi to slam her against the door edge.

Soon as Vaishali did it a second time, Mansi desperately cuddled her arms around her, not only stopping her from ramming against her but locked their arms awkwardly enough unable to cuddle back. She then wrestled them through the door where they were in their nephews room, which was enough room for Mansi to heave Vaishali off her feet and have her in a dominate bearhug, crushing the air out of her and hurting her spine. However, thinking fast, Vaishali locked both ankles behind Mansi’s legs and pulled them enough to apply more weight on Mansi and to unbalance her enough to cause them both to drop to the floor.

Straddling in as becoming usual, their nephew nearly dropped to the floor himself after all this chasing and was getting frustrated on the action he was missing having to do so. He wondered what that thump he had heard, that was Vaishali dropping down on Mansi and wished he had seen it atleast. But to avoid the women going anywhere else, he closed the door and actually locked it. Afterwards he waddled to his bed to sit there.

He had to take it easy though as the two women were pressed flat against one another trying to roll on top, with arm barred against throats, pulling hair back or simply locking hands or pressing against shoulders with feet trying to pin the other gal’s pair of feet to the floor or simply kick against them. For a moment Mansi had the edge, sitting up on Vaishali, grabbing onto her hair and then repeatedly banging her head to the floor. Keeping control over her own limbs, Vaishali took one of her fists up and bashed into Mansi’s side, weakening her enough for Vaishali to twist her body and topple Mansi off.

Surfing with her chest across the floor, Mansi quickly craned them back up with her arms and was just turning around to face Vaishali again when her opponent tried to fall on top of her. At first it Vaishali tried to get herself over, but her Mansi had successfully got them both back up to their feet and got her off facing face to face again, where while Vaishali was stunned, Mansi slammed her body locked against hers and enveloped her into another sweaty bearhug.

For a moment to two were just there, Vaishali in vertical line and holding her arms around Mansi’s head, forcing her cheek more to suffocate and salve against her own breasts while she continued to hold her up. but as Vaishali started to try and fight to free herself, the two became unbalance where Mansi ended up charging forward by accident trying to keep Vaisahli up.

The two then ended up crashing into their nephew who was sitting at the bottom of his bed, with Vaishali’s butt slamming first into hit face. At first the two were unaware that they had landed on their nephew, with both aunts getting comfortable on him. The feel of both aunts was incredible, especially out their butt cheeks smothered across his naked self their legs clamping against his sides and how he was able to grip onto Vaishali’s feet and able to cover his legs over Mansi’s, he could also swear he cover feel their cunt lips smooching across his body and their butt holes.

They finally did notice they were on their nephew, when Mansi tried to get close but acted like she hit her cunt against a rock, then saw it was their nephew’s cock. Outraged and disgusted that her rival’s groin touched his, Vaishali started shoving against her to get her off and started trying to crawl herself closer to it, where her opponent noticed and started shoving back. But with more effort to get nearer to the dick and less to push their opponent back, both aunts were both eventually against it like two walls against a long stone.

Happy enough atleast that they were touching it as well, the aunts presumed with just fighting one another, pulling back on one another’s hair, smothering or scratching faces or ripping on side boobs that were having their own battle again. While that was happening their nephew was having a spasm, kicking his legs and threshing his arms that still had his hands weakly holding onto her aunts feet and bobbing his chest and head up and down at the feeling of his cock pressing against by two pussys fighting to get pass to kill the other, and it wasn’t helping at how his ball sack inflated against Mansi’s thighs and bum.

As the fight went on, Mansi was needed to making her cunt lips more comfortable around her nephew dick, but the way she shot her hand down had caused Vaishali to think it was an aggressive move against her own cunt and grabbed Mansi’s first tugging on her pussy lip, where Mansi retaliated, invading her fingers into her cunt. With his aunt’s hands on both flanks now of his dick, their nephew was building up, especially with how he could feel these hands were wrecking the other’s groins.

The two aunts upstairs however gripped their hands behind heads holding onto hair and slammed cheeks together, glaring and giving ugly snorts at how noses were closing up the other’s nostril pressed together and were gritting teeth that were touching. They were rapidly feeling the same as their nephew was, sitting on him feeling his groin against theirs and being on the rest of his body, but not only was it him that was turning them on, but the fact their minds were less enraged they came into fact at how their bodies were rubbing together with boobs mashing and fingers scrubbing and pulling at the other’s groin.

A howl of moans were therefore commencing at how three really wanted to cum, their aunts not wanting to do it up against the other, being that they knew the other would know that the other contributed to them cumming and their nephew didn’t want to distract them with his cum. Tears poured at from the female’s eyes at how both painful and good it felt, that they were stroking each other’s heads and backs trying to get the other to just burst, while their nephew continued to vibrate just as much.

After ten seconds gunk flooded all over the bed that gushed from Vashali that was two seconds followed by Mansi. Their nephew was still holding on, but their aunts were still moaning and shivering at how good and humiliating that felt. For a moment the two women just wobbled dazed in front of one another exhausted and still gushing out from their vaginas, but eventually Mansi got it together and wrapped her arms behind Vashali for another bearhug. At first Vashali looked like she was going to let her win this, so tired, humiliated and worn, but remembered what they were sitting on was at stake and cuddled her arms back squeezing desperately back how Mansi.

Chins were laid over shoulders, boobs were compressed and shrivelled and seeping cunt lips managed to touch one another the other. They continued to moan, hiss and grind bodies and cheeks, with occasional butt cheek or back rakes. It eventually just became an obvious loosing battle however as Vashali’s arms slipped from Mansi’s back and Mansi went all out.

She only stopped when she felt Vashali’s unconscious arms knock against her and noticed her head had fallen back no longer grinding against hers and how her body was no longer pushing back. Dissapointed at wish she had a better competition, Mansi had ripped off the dry sweat and cum that had stuck them together and pushed her foe carelessly off the bed. It was then she was able to see her nephew half-conscious after managing to hold in his cum throughout the whole fight.

Unsure why that might be, Mansi decided to accept that and laid up against her nephew on the bed to relax and rest herself before enjoying victory, still hold both her cum and rivals feeling it may come tasty to what comes next.