Her Femboy twin brother, Max

My headache faded as the memories settled.

I had four Moms and a Dad. Four sisters and two brothers. One of which was my twin, Max, my best friend in the world.

A cold glass of water was handed to me. I drank it greedily, if not for Julia's milk, it would be the best thing I'd ever tasted.

I sighed in relief when it was empty and held the remaining ice to my temple. "Thanks Julia, Max. Sorry for worrying you, I dunno what happened." I smiled in apology.

Max gave me a soft punch in the shoulder then pulled me into a hug. I returned it, still in awe I had a brother!

Julia seemed relieved as well. "I'm glad you're all right. Do you feel up to eating?" She gestured to our plates of food. We nodded in perfect sync, something that felt perfectly natural to me. "Then let us know if you need anything at all!"

My brother and I both watched her walk away, giggling as we caught each other staring. I had a brother! I still couldn't believe it, even as memories of being an only child of monogamous parents faded.

My childhood as the youngest by several years(aside from Max, who was twenty-three seconds older) had been very different. I'd had a bratty phase for longer, and I was much less shy with a twin always there to support me. I'd never felt lonely with Mom-Anna and Mommy-Kaede always at home to take care of us seven kids while our other moms and dad worked.

High school had been really fuckin' weird, that's for sure, if not in a bad way exactly. Especially at the end when Men and Futas started Claiming. (Very little relationship drama or jealousy though, plenty of girls and femboys for the men and the like four futas in our year that wanted to start a Harem right out of highschool. Women and femboys were not jealous creatures.) One boy was something of an outlier and graduated with a full harem of six girls(at least two were already pregnant) and two femboys.

I welcomed my new memories, they were so much better than my old ones. Brighter and fuller, like Max had been someone I'd been missing my whole life.

Max pulled out of our comforting TwinHug™ to eat his sandwich. I pouted at him for leaving me for food only to blush when my own stomach growled at me. He nearly choked in laughter.

"Hmph!" I munched down on my own sandwich as he continued to laugh.

He wiped a tear away dramatically. "Sorry, it wasn't that funny, just the whiplash from worry to that set me off."

I sniffed in false disdain. "I suppose I can forgive you, sorry again for the worry."

He put a toned arm around me and I relaxed into his touch without thinking. "It's okay, you didn't scare me that much. I have plenty of other sisters." He gave a girly shriek when I jabbed him in that ticklish place under his ribs. "Oww. Don't bruise me! My skin is delicate!"

"I barely poked you!"

"Everyone's gonna see the marks you leave now! Our secret trysts will be unveiled!" I blushed, we had no 'secret trysts'! ...unfortunately.

"It's your fault for leaving so much skin showing!"

"Gasp! My own sister! Slut-shaming!" Max shook his head, failing to hide his smile.

"Did you really say 'gasp' out loud?"

We fell into our usual bickering as we ate. It was easy. It felt good, comforting being so close to someone like this. What would be vicious insults or utter nonsense to a stranger was affectionate teasing and years-old inside jokes.

Max swallowed his last bite of sandwich. "Oh yeah, what's with the notebook you found? You wrote something in it right before you got your migraine." He flipped through some blank pages before setting it back down. Max blinked at my frozen form, panic keeping me from moving a muscle. "Megan, if your brain is gonna explode lemme know so I can duck, okay?"

I snatched the Rulebook back and clutched it to my boobs. Max stared at me with more confusion, we'd never hidden anything from each other. I blushed and stammered. "I–uh, it's... "

Ah shit. What do I do?