My new stepsister (Patreon)

I knew my dad’s new wife had a daughter, but I wasn’t prepared for her.

The moment I walk into the living room, I freeze. Standing by the couch is my new stepsister, and she’s nothing like I expected. She’s huge. No, she’s massive. Towering over everyone, her head nearly touches the ceiling. Every inch of her body is packed with thick, defined muscle, sculpted in a way that doesn’t even seem real. Her arms look twice as big around as my chest, and her thighs… her thighs alone could easily match my entire body. Just one leg is wider than I am, and as she shifts her weight, I can’t help but feel the floor tremble slightly beneath her.

I can barely comprehend the scale of her. She’s like a giantess standing in a room made for someone half her size. The couch beside her looks like dollhouse furniture, barely reaching her knees. The coffee table that usually feels solid to me seems like it might snap in two if she leaned against it. Everything around her looks small, fragile, almost ridiculous next to her towering, muscular frame.

And then she notices me. Her eyes meet mine, and I feel a mix of emotions hit me all at once. There’s an intensity in her gaze, like she knows exactly how small I feel just standing here. I can feel my face flush, my heart pounding in my chest with a confusing mix of awe, attraction, and… fear. I’m drawn to her in a way I can’t explain, but at the same time, I can’t shake the nervous thrill running through me. Just being in her presence is overwhelming.

She takes a step forward, and the ground beneath me practically vibrates. Each step seems to radiate strength, her muscles shifting and flexing as she moves, and I realize just how insignificant I must look from her perspective. Her smile is a blend of amusement and confidence, as if she’s already aware of the effect she has on me. And judging by the slight smirk on her lips, she’s enjoying it.

“Well, aren’t you just adorable?” she says, her voice warm yet teasing, her tone making me feel even smaller. There’s no way I could match her, not even close. My mouth goes dry, and I stammer out something that barely sounds like a greeting, but she only leans down, her face coming closer, and I can feel her gaze practically pinning me in place.

Her presence is magnetic, and I’m completely captivated, unable to look away. She straightens back up, towering over me again, and every inch of her radiates strength and power. I can’t shake the feeling that she could pick me up with one hand, carry me across the room without breaking a sweat, and the thought is both exhilarating and terrifying.

“Welcome to the family,” she says with a wink, giving me a playful pat on the shoulder. Even her touch is firm, her hand easily wrapping around my shoulder with an effortless grip that reminds me of just how strong she must be.

I manage a weak smile, trying to keep my composure, but I know she can see right through me. I’m left standing there, feeling like I’ve just stepped into a whole new world. A world where my new stepsister—a towering, muscle-bound goddess—is someone I can’t help but fear, respect, and maybe, just maybe, feel an undeniable attraction toward. And as she turns away, I realize I’m going to have to figure out how to navigate life with someone who is both impossibly out of my league and just down the hall.