For the past three month, Bibiana had received money from her fiancé Jose for their wedding.  Jose was in Chicago, working at a construction site with his uncles who had been in the United States for close to ten years.  Today, he would wire her the last bit of money she needed for her wedding dress.  She was so excited for many reasons.  Of course, to buy the dress she had an eye on since Jose proposed, but also a chance to go to Tijuana, a three hour drive from her small village.

 

Bibiana called her cousin Mario who lived in Tijuana.  He worked in his father’s dry cleaning business and always showed Bibiana a good time when she visited Tijuana. Always the nicest restaurants and clubs, nothing was too good for his little country cousin.  He even helped her find the dress through his connections in the dry cleaning business.  He also insisted on buying her a magnificent veil.

 

The bus ride to Tijuana took longer than usual.  Bibiana was ready to get off the bus and relax at Mario’s condo overlooking downtown.  She wondered if he’d take her to eat seafood, her favorite.  As the bus approached the station, she saw Mario.  He looked handsome in a suit.  She wondered what Jose was going to look like wearing his wedding suit.  His family was poor and didn’t spend their money on material things.  She didn’t mind though.  She was in love with him and money didn’t matter. Besides, she smiled, as she got off the bus, she always had Mario for the good things in life.

 

“Bibiana, my beauty!” he shouted.

 

She blushed as she got off the bus.  Bibiana was the youngest and most beautiful of all her sisters.  The men in the village said she and her sisters were the most gorgeous creatures every to have inhabited the village.  Even in a large city like Tijuana, she felt as though she was still a goddess.  Mario insisted on buying her sexy outfits for when they went out. “Hey, I have an image to uphold,” he joked.  Bibiana thought he was quite the playboy.

 

“We’re going to El Pescador tonight,” he said.  “And after that a little dancing, eh?”

 

“Sure, cousin,” she said. “But first, let me get some rest.”

 

“By all means, Bb,” he said.  “I’ve got a new outfit for you to try on.”

 

Bibiana’s eyes lit up.  She loved new things.  Mario was so good to her and her family.  Since they were the same age they were close, but he still sent jewelry to her older sisters, dresses to her mother, liquor and cigars to her father. Even Jose had received some expensive sneakers and a leather jacket last Christmas.  Mario’s generosity knew no bounds.

 

At dinner, Mario raised a glass for a toast.

 

“To Bibiana, the most beautiful woman in the world.  And to Jose, away in Chicago, the luckiest bastard in the world.  Salud!”

 

They drank and Bibiana spoke up: “A toast to Mario, the best cousin you could ask for. And on behalf of my beloved Jose, I ask you to be his best man at the wedding.”

 

Mario was touched and graciously accepted.  He took Bibiana’s hand and kissed it gently.

 

“For you dear cousin, I would do anything.  Anything.”

 

That night, they drank more than usual in celebration of her new dress, the veil, and the offer of best man at the wedding.  They were arm and arm as they made it back to his condo.  Opening the door, they made a beeline to the couch and sat down, falling against each other, laughing hysterically.

“Bb, I have a confession to make.”

 

“Yes, cousin.”

 

“You are so beautiful.”

 

Bibiana laughed. “If I had one of your dollars for every time you told me that!  That’s not a confession.”

 

“No, Bb, it’s not. That’s only part of what I want to tell you. Bb, I am in love with you. I always have been.  Since we were little and would swim naked in my swimming pool.  You were the first girl I kissed. I have always wanted you. Please, Bb, I want to kiss you. I want to make love to you.”

 

Bibiana was startled by this confession.

 

“Mario this can’t be.  I am in love with Jose.”

 

Mario leaned in and tried to kiss her.  She moved away and he fell forward on to the couch.  She slipped off the edge.  Mario looked up, partly embarrassed, partly said.

 

“Oh, Bb, what have I done?” he cried. “I’m sorry, Bb.  Please, please forgive me.”

 

He was crying and Bibiana’s heart melted for her cousin.  She understood his feelings.  She knew her feminine powers to bewitch men were beyond normal. She didn’t think it would have been possible for her cousin to fall for her, but it had happened.  She realized that her cousin needed her and she must comfort him. After all, he had done so much for her and her family. Surely, she could forgive this drunken moment.

 

“Mario.  Mario!”

 

Mario stopped sobbing and turned to Bibiana.

 

"Mario, do you remember when we were kids and we used to play you were a photographer and I was a model?"

 

Mario nodded.

 

"I can model for you, look, I used to pose for you like this.”

 

She started to make some nice poses for him, but he was still inconsolable. She saw his face full of sorrow and remorse.  She knew she needed to do something more. She was still a bit drunk so she decided to tease him with her ample cleavage.  That got his attention.  She slowly removed her blouse. Then she took his hand and kissed him.

 

“Do you feel better now?” she asked.

 

Mario shrugged his shoulders, his eyes fixed on her pointy breasts.

 

Bibiana took her skirt off and held him, she whispered "I will give what you want if you promise there won't be more. There can’t be more. Understand? Just this once. Just this night."

 

“Ok, I promise.”

 

Bibiana watched Mario undress.  They were both naked.  Just fifteen years ago they were both naked in his swimming pool, his little penis and shriveled up scrotum made her laugh.  He was now well hung, more so than Jose who looked small in comparison to her cousin.

 

Mario knelt in front of Bibiana and grabbed her round ass.  He buried his face into her close cropped nest of dark pubes. He hungrily licked her thick pussy lips and clit. As he gorged himself on her slit, he fingered her anus. Jose, even at his most amorous, had never been this aggressive.  She was starting to cum and knew she must reward her cousin for his fine service.

 

She returned the favor and got on her knees and started to suck his cock.  Bibiana was a good girl, which mean she didn’t give up her cherry until she was out of high school. But that didn’t mean she didn’t know her way around a cock.  She serviced him like a pro, licking the shaft, sucking on the head until she tasted pre-cum.

 

Bibiana knew Mario had enough when he grabbed her hair and lifted her up.  She complied. She was ready to get fucked.  She opened her legs wide and he entered her from behind.  Slowly the thick snake penetrated her tight cave.  She groaned as his entire length was inside her.  He pulled her arms back and started to fuck her.  Bibiana was in the middle of her second orgasm when her phone rang.

 

Mario stopped for a second and told her to answer it.

 

Bibiana protested, but he insisted.

 

“But it’s Jose,” she squealed.

 

“Answer it,” he demanded.

 

As Bibiana started to talk, Mario started to slowly pump her.

 

“Yes, Darling. I’m here in Tijuana.  Yes, with Mario. I got the dress. Oh, God…it’s beautiful.”

 

She grit her teeth as Mario shoved deeper and ground his hips against her buttocks.

 

“Yes, I asked him to be best man.”

 

Mario leaned into Bibiana and with a series of intense thrusts started to cum inside her.

 

“Yes, he couldn’t be more excited!” she explained.  “He can hardly contain himself.”

 

With that, she said goodnight and hung up the phone. Mario withdrew and she felt gob after gob of sticky cum trail down her soft thighs.