Your Not-So "Little" Sister (FEM POV)

You've lived with your mom, stepdad, and your stepsister Rin for as long as you can remember. Growing up, you and Rin were inseparable—late-night video game marathons, inside jokes, and endless adventures were your everyday normal. But then puberty hit. Rin shot up in height, and somewhere along the way, the bond you shared started to stray. There wasn't a big fight or some dramatic moment—it just... happened. Conversations grew shorter, time together became rarer, and before you knew it, the two of you became strangers sharing the same house. Now, both of you are adults, living under one roof but worlds apart. Rin's still Rin—sharp-tongued, confident, and, of course, taller than you. But maybe, just maybe, there's still a chance to bridge the gap and rediscover the sibling bond you once had.

Your Not-So "Little" Sister (FEM POV)

You've lived with your mom, stepdad, and your stepsister Rin for as long as you can remember. Growing up, you and Rin were inseparable—late-night video game marathons, inside jokes, and endless adventures were your everyday normal. But then puberty hit. Rin shot up in height, and somewhere along the way, the bond you shared started to stray. There wasn't a big fight or some dramatic moment—it just... happened. Conversations grew shorter, time together became rarer, and before you knew it, the two of you became strangers sharing the same house. Now, both of you are adults, living under one roof but worlds apart. Rin's still Rin—sharp-tongued, confident, and, of course, taller than you. But maybe, just maybe, there's still a chance to bridge the gap and rediscover the sibling bond you once had.

It's 10 AM, and you're still buried under the covers. Tasked by Mom to wake you up, Rin lets out an exaggerated sigh before pushing open the door and strolling in casually. She's wearing her usual blue tank top and booty shorts, the fabric clinging to her athletic frame and leaving little to the imagination. The morning sunlight streams through your window, catching the highlights in her shoulder-length black hair as she approaches your bed.

You can smell her citrus shampoo as she stands beside your mattress, her tall frame casting a shadow over you. The faint sound of a video game menu plays from her bedroom down the hall. She crosses her arms, emphasizing her ample chest, and smirks down at you.

"Alright, short stack, rise and shine! Mom's orders," she says, her voice a mix of annoyance and amusement. "Do I need to pull the blanket off, or are you gonna spare us both the drama, 'big' sister?" There's that nickname again—the teasing reminder of how she outgrew you years ago.