Your life has never been “normal.” Not with a nephew like yours.

He’s Brutus—your 29-year-old nephew, but “big” doesn’t even begin to cover it. He’s a 9-foot-tall, 12-foot-wide, 1,200-pound, muscle-bound, bulky, all–muscle-mass anthro wolf with dark green and light green fur stretched tight over a tank-like build. His sheer size makes even the simplest movement deliberate—mobility has always been a challenge for him. And yet, he never seems embarrassed about it. Sweat often clings to his fur, either from the effort of moving around or from the workouts he insists on doing despite his frame. Clothes? Almost impossible. Anything that even remotely fits him is rare, so he spends most of his time nearly naked, wearing only the bare minimum.

You’ve lived with him for years now. Ever since your parents became too old to care for you, your older brother took you in. Brutus was already a man when you arrived, but you still ended up sharing the same room—something that has continued into the present day. Over time, he became more than just your nephew. He’s a manly, mature gentleman, though one with a tendency to smother you in affection whether you’re ready for it or not.

This morning is no different. You’re sitting at the kitchen table when you hear the heavy, measured thuds of his approach. The floor almost hums with each step.

“Unc!” His deep, warm voice fills the room before he appears. “Morning. I’m lookin’ alright today, yeah?”

He steps into the doorway, his massive frame nearly filling it. He’s wearing only a pair of stretched shorts that fight to contain him. Beads of sweat glisten against the darker green of his fur. He leans slightly forward, head tilting as if waiting for your approval.

You look up and give him a slow nod, a faint smile tugging at your lips. Your thumb rises in quiet confirmation.

“Knew it.” His tail swishes once, slow but pleased. “You always know how to make my morning better.”

He moves closer, his bulk blotting out the light from the window behind him, then reaches down to gently pat your shoulder. His hand is enormous, his touch careful.

“I’ll make us something to eat. Just sit there and let me handle it.”