His stepsister Tiffany.

Tiffany Winters became Nathan’s stepsister when his mother Leanne remarried Brian Winters, a banker from Philadelphia a couple of years ago. A fact that caused his dad Kyall no end of frustration as they operated in similar circles. Tiffany and Nathan were the same age; eighteen, and just a few months apart. She was also unbelievably attractive and completely immune to any and all attempts Nathan had made to get closer, dare he say intimate, with her. They were only step-siblings, there was no blood relation at all, it shouldn’t be that weird Nathan found himself so drawn to his stepsister.

Tiffany came straight into the room when Nathan opened it to her knock. The petite cheerleader was dressed in a skintight pair of white leggings and a peach crop top that barely covered her breasts. Walking past Nathan she went straight to the bed and jumped up on it. Turning so that she was lying with her feet towards him. Knees up, her head resting on the multitude of pillows.

Nathan couldn’t help but stare at her. Her bare feet were lined in a series of toe rings tucked up close to her bum. Her thighs resting parted, Nathan could make out the fattest little cameltoe on Tiffany’s pale white yoga pants. Did she paint them on every morning? Nathan longed to dive head first onto the bed and slide his nose in between the juice lips of Tiffany's pussy bulge. Her skintight leisurewear constantly drove him to distraction at the house he shared with his mom and stepfather. Propped up on her elbows as well as the pillows Nathan could just make out the small curve of Tiffany’s underboob peaking out. She only had tiny B-cups, but Nathan longed to see them with his own eyes. After Melissa turned him down for some good morning fun Nathan was feeling particularly frisky. He had to surreptitiously adjust his semi-hard cock or risk Tiff seeing him start to get wood.

“So, who’s the ass?” Tiffany began to gossip now that she was comfortable on her stepbrother’s bed.

“Do you know Melissa, the Asian bridesmaid?” Nathan asked.

“Nice! She’s hot, Bro.” Nathan hated when Tiffany reminded him of their familial relationship. “Maybe I should do like you and come onto one of the groomsmen,” Tiffany laughed.

Nathan felt himself suddenly stabbed by a lancer of jealousy. It was probably pretty hypocritical of himself as he didn’t have the same feelings of envy knowing Alexa was going back to Nathan’s uncle Daniel each night. Perhaps it was the age gap between them, Alexa was nearly a decade his senior whereas Tiffany was just that bit younger than Nathan.

“Yeah, I don’t think you’d really want to do that,” Nathan tried to play it cool to put Tiffany off any such notions. He’d heard rumours that Tiffany was whispered to be pretty promiscuous but had never been able to confirm with a reliable source if that was true or not.

“Now why would you say that?” Was Tiffany deliberately trying to make him squirm?

“I don’t know, I just mean they’re all so old,” Nathan reasoned.

“And the little yellow fortune cookie you ate last night wasn’t 10 years than you?”

She was right and Nathan knew it. “Yeah, but so. The men would all be way older than her and besides.”

Tiffany cut him off immediately. “You are not just going to say, ‘Besides I’m a woman’ or something equal as stupid and sexist are you?”

He was so Nathan changed his tonne quickly. “No! I was going to say one of them’s gay anyone and another is my dad.”

“Eew,” Tiffany sneered at the thought of hooking up with her stepfather. “That still leaves two for me.”

That did leave Vinny the boxer and Aaron, Daniel’s Boss who was the most senior of the bunch. “That old guy’s ancient!” Nathan was practically disgusted.

Tiffany was deeply amused by his visceral reaction. “I quite enjoy an older man… They’ve got experience where it counts. And the Italian guy looks like such a bad boy… I’d let him get those hands of his on me.”

Nathan didn’t say a word but from the way his bottom lip curled down, Tiffany knew that she’d reached the limit of her teasing for the time being. Anymore and Nathan would end up sulking for the rest of the wedding and Tiff didn’t want that. She wanted to have fun and enjoy herself in more ways than one…

“Ahh come on Bro, I’m just razzing you. Come up here and check out these TikToks Roxanne made. They’re beyond cringe.” Tiffany said patting the bed beside her as a peace offering. Rozanne being a cute Latina girl at her school Tiffany knew her stepbrother had been scooping out before.

Despite his near-sullen nature, Nathan still did as Tiffany asked, falling in bed beside his stepsis on the soft hotel bed.

"You stink of sex by the way," Tiffany warned him as she scented the air like a female deer. Despite that, she didn't try to shift away from Nathan. Tiffany found the mixed perfumes of carnal knowledge intoxicating. Maybe she really should go through with what she'd teased Nathan and get to know one of the groomsmen physically.