The last week has taken an adjustment to get used to. First off, that kid who approached him about asking Tara out, while wrong about what they were at the time, was now proven right.
Tara was now officially his girlfriend, and the school now knew this. How did they announce this? Easy. Tara waited until the cafeteria was completely full, walked right up to Max, making sure her boots echoed as much as possible, then pulled him down into an intense kiss.
Tara then turned before walking away, due to the fact that they did not have the same lunch period and she was technically skipping class.
After Tara had sobered up, they met up at the warehouse were it was private, and had a very long conversation. She knew what his plans were, she knew everything that was happening for the rest of the 'season', and she actually listened when he gave her a list of rules she had to follow.
Rule number one, don't be noticed unless it helps The Plan. They already broke that rule when they were recognized as the Dynamic Duo, but Tara had decided to follow that.
A list of commandments he made her recite until it was second nature was a small list. Don't skip class, teachers notice. Blend in, be there. Don't cause problems, as in don't make the news (unless it helps The Plan), don't come into confrontation with police officers if you can avoid it. If you can't, be polite, friendly, and cooperative unless The Plan demands otherwise.
The second rule was a bit harder, and it had a byproduct of making the first also harder. Their behavior publicly or around people like family or other friends had to be the same. Maintain the reputations they already had, as in still play pranks, still be menaces to the school and their families. Don't raise any red flags with odd behavior. Max was the only one slipping with this rule at an uncomfortable degree, but that was because of the complete flip after they moved to Hiddenville with no buildup.
Rule number three was to never discuss The Plan or anything relating to it outside of a safe zone. These safe zones were her bedroom, her car, his Lair, or the warehouse, which he had given her a key to until he could implement a handprint scanner and an eye reader. No other places. Not even through texts or calls. Be secure.
The fourth rule was that Tara could not let anyone know that she knew his and his family's secret. Not even his family.
Fifth rule was that if he gave her an order, do it. He very pointedly told her that he was smarter than her, without question, and he had already thought of hundreds of different ways this could go. If he decided something, do it.
Rule number six; training was mandatory. He was going to teach her how to properly defend herself, though he did have to adjust how exactly he needed to teach her. Max in his old life, when training FNGs, was training grown men. Women were not his forte, so this was new. Her training would take a lot longer than he was comfortable with.
Seventh rule, and arguably the most important, The Plan requires one hundred percent effort. When it comes to The Plan, you have to go all in. Even ninety-nine percent is not acceptable.
For quick clarification, he did not name it 'The Plan', Tara did. She thought it needed a name, and at the moment, it was currently a work in progress for her.
Right after that conversation was over, she ended up riding him in a chair, but that was about all that came out of that conversation after, and only after she agreed to all of it.
Other events include Phoebe becoming very testy with him. His family trying to adjust to Max having a girlfriend before Phoebe had a boyfriend. Tara brought him to her own place and introduced him as her boyfriend (they almost had to call an ambulance because her mother started choking).
Max had been reading the book too, which Tara had caught him doing. He was now up to sixteen hours once a day, and he had to explain what he was doing to her. He thought she would ask a few more questions, but she just nodded and remarked that she would want him quiet too.
The transmigrated guy rubs his eyes, staring at the laptop in front of him. He had gotten more information and put it into a copy of the code to run in the background with what information he had with what the software was while he worked on the original.
Max turned in his spinning chair, staring at the fake ID he had made for Mark to pose as Bruce Wayne. He hadn't handed it over yet, Mark had gotten paid for his first week despite not doing anything, and it was obvious the man was shocked based on his text of surprise.
Max then turned to look at Colosso. He hadn't broken the news about Tara to the rabbit. So, he decided to rip the band-aid off. "Colosso, I need to talk to you."
Colosso, who was sitting on the table in the center of the room, turned to look at him. "What is it, Maxie?"
Max gives his friend a look. "We talked about the Maxie thing."
"Deal with it, I'm not changing." Colosso replies.
The teen sighs deeply. "Alright, fine. I'll give you that one. I have something important to tell you."
"What would that be?"
"Me and Tara are dating." He drops.
"I saw that one coming." Colosso replies blankly.
Max chuckles, retorting, "Yeah, everyone did." Then he turns serious again. "She also knows the secret."
"What secret?" The bunny questions, though by his tone, he knows exactly what Max was talking about.
"The family secret. The powers. You. All of it." Max tells him, gauging his reaction.
"Going against your families number one rule is prime supervillain material, I'm proud of you. But a relationship isn't something we do." Colosso informed.
Max gave him a look, then slightly smirked. "Maybe it's time to reinvent what a supervillain is, Doctor." Then he turns back, intending to write even more code.
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Max watched Mark sit down across from him, then Max lowered the drink in his hand. It was a treat to discover that there was a Nacho Ball in Hiddenville, nobody just mentioned it. Probably because of copyright.
The man looked somewhat annoyed. So, Max asked, "What's the issue, buddy?"
Mark gave him a flat look. "Nacho Ball, Max? Really?"
The teen gave him a look with a slight smirk. Mark reminded him of someone he used to serve with, a real hardass who always took everything seriously. Stuck in corners and didn't like to break into anything he didn't want to do.
And there was a reason both of them were like this.
"Don't like nachos, Mark?" Max questioned, still smirking.
"Not in the slightest. And wipe that damn smirk off of your face. It's not funny." Mark replied.
The younger one put his drink down. "So, I did some digging."
"On what?"
"On you." He gives Mark a look as he leans forward. "Mark Logan. Thirty-eight, born in Swellview, moved with your family to Hiddenville when he was ten." Max starts.
"How the fuck-" Mark starts, but Max holds up a hand.
"I'm not done." Mark pauses, so Max continues, "Enlisted in the United State Army at eighteen, transitioned to special forces at twenty-six. Had an opportunity to become the leader of your own unit on three separate occasions, said no because in your words, 'I'm a follower. Not a damn leader.'"
Mark is giving him a sharp look. But he didn't offer anything this time.
So, Max kept going, "Been around the world. Missions in some noteworthy places. Somalia, Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, getting all the stereotypes, Japan, China, and more." Max pauses to take a sip of his straw, then he finishes, "Your final tour was six months ago, after twenty years in the service. Included more than a few medals, including a purple heart. Congratulations."
Mark breathed out, shaking his head. "Nothing like a medal to celebrate the worst day of your life."
And that's what Max was expecting. Mark was a follower, not a leader. The stone cold personality was something that would benefit him. Special Forces meant he had skill. And seeing a medal as a curse was also something he was looking for.
"Yeah, I thought you might say that. Looks like I'm not just using your face. I'm going to end up having more to do that I'll need you for." Max drops, leaning back.
"Like what?" Mark questions.
Max shrugs. "I have some equipment being flown in, some of it is quite heavy. I can't move it all myself, so, I'll call you for that."
Mark chuckles lightly. "At least I'll be earning five figures instead of watching shitty TV for a week."
The young brunette raises his eyebrows. "I wouldn't complain about getting a check like that by doing just that," Max reaches into his jacket, fingers digging into a pocket before he pulls it out, tossing it to the other side of the table. "There's your ID."
The former military man picked up the ID, checking the card. All of the information was correct, impressively so. "Bruce Wayne? What kind of name is that?"
Max internally resists saying comic writers. But he answers. "The name of a genius, which that ID is supposed to be. Keep track of it. At all times."
Mark nods. "I got it, kid."
Max throws a smirk at him as he stands up, plopping the money for his drink on the table as he grabs it. "Don't call me a kid. Special Forces or not, I could still kill you if I chose to." He throws a wink as he walks out.
Mark just rolled his eyes as he leaned back, deciding to wait the same amount of time as Wong's Pizza.
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Max walked into the backdoor of his house after the meeting, stepping through and closing it. Max walked into the living room, seeing Phoebe multitasking.
And with that, he knows what this episode is. She's looking at a recipe and mixing the brownie mix with her calculator. "Phoebe?" Max questions.
"Yes, Max?" Phoebe questions, not even looking up.
"Are you aware that you're mixing that with a calculator?" He questions, and she turns to look at him, giving him a glare.
"No, I'm-" She turns to look at her right hand, and indeed, she is using a calculator. "Gosh damnit." She swears, then her hand leaves the calculator then slams to her mouth. "I didn't-"
"Phoebe, I don't care if you swear. One question though. Why use 'gosh' instead of 'God', but then turn around and actually use the swear instead of 'dangit'?" Max questioned, sliding his hands in his pockets.
His twin stutters. "I don't... I don't know..."
"'I like the new Phoebe.'" Maxie states.
"'I figured. Quiet. I have to focus.'" Max replies, muting him for the next sixteen hours.
"You look very stressed, sister. What's the problem?" Max asked.
Phoebe doesn't miss a beat to vent, standing up, her hands shifting to her hair. "I'm so busy this weekend. There's the bake sale with Cherry, all the homework, volunteering at the library... and something else. I'm not remembering."
Max hums. "I could probably take half of those off of your plate."
"You could?" Phoebe questions, eyes filling with hope. But before he could answer, his younger two siblings walked downstairs, Max turning around.
"Cute outfits. What are they for?" Max questioned, already knowing the answer.
Billy and Nora both smiled, the former saying happily, "We're practicing for our talent show tonight!"
Nora gives Max a small smile as she looks at Phoebe, it dropping. "Phoebe promised to be our piano player and teach us some dance moves."
"Yeah." Billy starts. "I need to learn-"
"Billy, don't finish that sentence. It will make everybody uncomfortable." Max cut in.
"It would?" Billy questioned.
All three of the ones that weren't Billy nodded as Max replied, "It would."
Nora looks at Phoebe. "Did you-"
Max cut in, "No, Phoebe didn't forget. She was just telling me about it. Give her a second to finish the brownies and she will be with you."
Nora's eyes brightened, and he was glad he covered for his twin, if just to see that. "Okay. Thank you, Phoebe." Then she looked at Billy. "Come on, Billy!" She ordered, and they both walk into the kitchen.
Max shifts closer to Phoebe, then quietly asks, "That's what you forgot, isn't it?"
Phoebe sighed, leaning back against the couch. Max pursed his lips, sitting down right next to her. The twin leaned her head on her brothers shoulder, closing her eyes as he wrapped his arm around her.
"Completely..." Phoebe sighed out, feeling the strength of his shoulders under her head.
Max rubbed her shoulder idly. "I have the library and the bake sale covered. You focus on the younger two and homework."
Phoebe just sighed deeply. "Okay. Thank you, Max..."
Her twin hummed. "No problem, Phoebe."
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Max stepped into the library, finding the librarian relatively quickly. It was hard to not be able to see her, it was obvious.
The teen steps up to her, and when she turns around, she jumps. "Oh, goodness, I didn't hear you."
"Yeah, that happens a lot." Max states, then he asks, "Ms. Crandall, right?"
The woman nods. "Yes, that's me. Why?" The librarian questions.
The teen replies, "Phoebe couldn't make it today. I'm here to fill in for her. I'm her twin."
"That's fine, as long as you respect the library. Max, right?" Ms. Crandall asks.
He nods. "Yes, my name is Max." He takes a quick glance around. "Just tell me what you need me to do. You have me until two."
Ms. Crandall takes a look around as well. "Well, Ms. Barnett called in sick. Could you do story time?" She holds a book out to him.
Max grabs it, looking at the cover. "I can do that." He then turns around, walking to the kids. He sits down, introduces himself, then opens the book before starting to read.
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It was near the end of his time, and he had been doing it well. Hell, the guy who was working on controlling his temper was acting as the bad guy to some of the stories, whether it be a dragon or a bad cat.
The guy was having fun, and this was turning into a great day for the kids. Out of nowhere, Max's watch beeped, and he flipped it over to check the time.
"Oh, no." Max spoke.
One of the kids asked, "What's wrong, Max?"
Max breathed out as the Caging the Rage guy stopped prancing around like a dragon. "I have to go." The kids immediately started complaining.
"You can't go!"
"But you're so cool!"
"Where do you have to go!?"
Max held his hand up, letting a, "Shh!" Escape his lips, eyeing the Caging the Rage guy. He didn't want to get into a fight with these kids watching. Taking into account his size and the mans, it would be scrappy and very messy.
He's talking broken fingers (the man), split lip and broken nose (Max), gouged out eye (the man), bruised ribs and internal organs (the man), etcetera.
Like he said, messy.
But, he was surprised to see the man just smile lightly. Seems the kids helped.
Max crouched down onto a knee, then spoke in a low tone, "How about this? Next time my sister comes here, I'll come with her. I'll take over story time from Ms. Barnett, and maybe he will be here with us." He looks at the man, who just nods before Max turns around. "You will have to ask them when I'm here though, I don't think my word will be enough. I need your help to convince them, because I doubt they will let me. Does that sound good? Can you do that?"
The kids all nod, and the man says, "I'll keep reading with you all while he goes to do what else he needed to do." He looks at Max and nods.
The teen nods back, then holds his fist out. "Come on, guys, give me a bump." All of them leap up and bump his face, one after another before he hops back up. "Alright, I'll see you next time." He gives a small salute before he starts walking to the entrance. When he's out of their line of sight, the librarian steps up to him and gets his attention.
"Max?" Ms. Crandall asks.
Max turns to look at her. "Yes?"
She pauses for a minute. "I've never seen someone your age that good with kids. Would you be willing to come back and-"
Max smirks slightly. "Oh, me and them already agreed that when Phoebe comes, I'm coming with, and I'm taking over story time."
Ms. Crandall nods. "Sounds good to me. Have a great day, Max." She gives him a polite smile before she walks off.
Max takes one last look at the library before he walks out to go to the bake sale.
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The teen walks into the high school, glancing around idly. A lot of tables, a lot of sweets. His inner sweet tooth was trying to make an appearance, but he pushed the urge down.
Max walked to Cherry, and when she looked up, she gave him a look. "Max? Why are you here? This is optional."
He looked at the blonde before replying, "Phoebe had so much to do she was mixing brownies with a calculator because she was scatterbrained. I'm filling in for her. Can't be too hard, it's just a bake sale."
Cherry just nodded, biting her lip idly before she replies, "Alright. Let's bake sale."
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The bake sale was now over, and Max was satisfied. He had explained what a narwhal was to her, so now one hundred percent of the profits were going to saving narwhals, so they got more sales than they would have gotten if ninety percent was going to books.
Max and Cherry were the last to leave, having a lot to clean up. As they walked out, they stepped to the dumpster to get rid of the banner and table cloths.
Cherry turned to look at Max. "You know, you didn't have to come here. I could have done it on my own."
The teen tossed the table cloth in the dumpster as he turned to look at her. "Because both you and Phoebe cared. I don't want my sister stressed, because then we're stressed. I have my reasons, Cherry. I didn't want to leave you alone when doing something this important. I'm not heartless." He replied.
Cherry is silent for a very long minute, Max staring at her with a confused look. Right when he goes to say something, she shifts forward, pushing her lips against his. The force in which she collided with him pushed him against the wall of the school, and he hummed into her lips, reciprocating.
His hands shift to her hips, grabbing them as she slips her tongue into his mouth, her fingers moving to dig into his hair. The blondes free hand shifted to his shirt, digging up under the bottom to touch the skin underneath.
Both of Max's hands shifted to her ass, gripping onto the flesh before picking her up, spinning them around and pinning her to the wall.
Her legs wrap around his waist as she pulls her mouth away from his, shifting to his neck before she starts to suck on it. Her hands shift from his hair to his jacket, shifting to push it down his shoulders.
Max lets it drop, shifting his hands back to her body, using his bodyweight to pin her to the wall. He groans as she bites down on the pulse point in his neck, his hands shifting under her tank top. His fingers, gaining a few calluses at this point, drifted up her stomach, rubbing the skin before he got to her bra.
Cherry pulled away from his neck long enough to throw the hat off of her head, then reaching down to pull her tank top off with speed, exposing her yellow bra to him. Cherry planted her lips on Max's, tongue pressing against his practically begging for more. To not stop.
As his tongue pressed against hers, his fingers shifted to the back of her bra before easily unclasping it, sliding his hands between their bodies to grab onto her breasts, squeezing them a little roughly.
The blonde moaned into his mouth, fingers gripping onto the back of his neck hard enough to leave marks, one of her hands shifting to his back. Max's fingers shifted to her nipples before squeezing, the girl moaning into his mouth again, which he swallowed.
Cherry pulled away just long enough to rip his shirt off of his body before she reconnected their lips again, sliding her tongue into his mouth with her hands sliding around his back.
Max reached one of his own hands down, unbuckling the belt on his pants, using the body wait to hold her to the wall as he used two hands to unbutton then unzip. The brunette pulled himself out as Cherry shifted a hand down to slide her panties to the side under her skirt.
Before he slipped in, he pulled away slightly, Cherry taking it as a cue to go back to his neck, biting and sucking with intensity. Max asked, "Are you sure?" He grunted.
Cherry's fingers tightened on his back, and quite harshly. She answered, "Fuck yes, Max. Fuck me."
He didn't need further invitation, aiming himself before slipping himself inside of her, Cherry moaning as her head tilted back. Max groaned, then started pumping in and out of her, Cherry's legs squeezing tighter around him.
"Fuck... Yes..." Cherry moaned out, fingers scraping down his back, causing slight pain to surge through him, but it only amplified his pleasure, making him go faster.
Max laid his head on her shoulder, turning his head to plant kisses up her neck, placing kisses on her jaw before shifting back down, going all the way to the vein on her neck before sucking on it.
Cherry moaned again, fingers raking down his back. "Yes... yes... yes... you like fucking your sisters best friend?" Cherry asked through moans, and this sent a slight shock through his system, but gave him more motivation. Not how he expected Cherry to act during sex.
"Yes..." Max groaned out, biting on her neck, sending a large pulse through Cherry, pulling a loud moan out of her.
"Pounding my pussy while she doesn't know? At the school we all go to?" Cherry moaned out, getting wetter as she talked, which he could feel around him. It helped a lot, especially because he motivated him to pound up into her even faster with more force, making the moans faster coming out.
The brunette groaned, one of his hands shifting to grip onto a breast. Max groaned back, "Yes... knowing we're doing this behind her back is so hot..." His hand gave her tit a tight squeeze.
Cherry moaned, tilting her head down, forcing Max to look her in the eyes. "Oh... yeah... baby? You... like... the... thought... of... me... talking... to... her... knowing... that... I've... fucked... you...?" She spoke out through moans, fingers scraping his back hard enough to split it open slightly, her own back gaining some rashes from the wall behind her.
Max looked into her eyes, seeing the pure lust in them. "Fuck... absolutely." He replied, going even faster.
The blonde giggled, biting her lip as she looked down at him, her eyes adjusting every time she bounced up due to his thrusts. She steeled herself, wanting the next part out as one complete sentence. "I can't wait, baby-" She had to moan as he hit a good spot, swallowing before she continued, "Doing this over and over again... leaving me a mess... only for me to go see her an hour later? Do you like that, baby?"
The Thunderman swallowed as he nodded, feeling himself getting closer to the edge. "Yes... fuck, yes..."
She moaned, shifting her hand to grab his face, making him look at her. "Imagine making her watch. Making her enjoy seeing what we're doing-" she moans, leaning her forehead against his. "Come on, baby... fill me up. Make some Cherry pie." She giggles, tightening the grip her legs have on him as she plants her lips to his, sliding her tongue into his mouth.
That last combination of lines has him pushing all the way in, releasing himself inside of her. Cherry finishes around him, moaning loudly as they both start panting heavily. Their foreheads were pressed together, then she pulled her legs apart from around him.
Max shifted back slightly as she dropped to her knees, using her tongue to lick off the excess cum from his shaft. Once she swallows what was left, she pauses, still panting as Max leans against the wall.
Cherry's eyes widen. "I... I don't know why I said all that. I'm sorry." She releases, standing up quickly, only not hitting Max in the nose because of his quick reflexes. When Max had settled after his quick step back, he gave her a small smirk.
"I didn't know you were that kinky, Cherry. It's nothing to be ashamed of, everyone has thoughts like that." Max explained.
The blonde swallows. "But-"
"No buts, Cherry. You have your kinks. Yours just so happens to be cucking your best friend by using her brother. Nothing wrong with that. You're definitely not the first to want that." Max said, fixing his pants completely, then picking up his shirt.
Cherry swallows, shifting to put her bra back on. "It feels... wrong..."
Max shakes his head. "It's not wrong. It's what you want. If you're wrong, I'm wrong."
She gives him a look as she slips her shirt back on. "What do you mean?"
Max gives her a smirk. "I would love that too." Then he throws a wink at her, turning before walking away. "See you another time, Cherry Bomb."
Then he goes home.
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Max walks into the house, seeing Phoebe standing up, looking down at Billy and Nora with smiles along with ice cream. He stops next to Phoebe, then looks at them as they eat their ice cream. "They won, huh?" Max questions.
Phoebe nods with a bright smile. "They did, all thanks to being able to practice with them all day. Thank you, Max. I couldn't have done it if it wasn't for you."
He shakes his head. "Don't thank me. Bake sale went fine, and I learned some interesting things about Cherry. In hindsight, it was selfish to do what I did today."
Phoebe gives him a look. "Okay... how was the library?"
"Story time is my new domain." Then Max walks off towards his stairs.
"Wait, what?"
~~~~~~~~~~
In the warehouse the next day, his shirt was off as he was leaning over his laptop on the table in front of him, a second one running the search in the background. His back burned, and he hissed harshly. "Damn, Tara, watch it."
Tara looked up at the back of his head. "I have to clean it somehow." She chuckled as she kept wiping at it. "Damn, Cherry got you good. What did she say when she was dirty talking you again?"
The brunette glanced at the laptop running the search. He was able to update the one running the search with what he had from the day prior, so it was updated and much more capable. "She said that she basically really enjoyed the idea of us having sex behind Phoebes back, and that she wanted to make Phoebe watch one day." Max replied.
"Kinky." Tara replied, running some more on the scratches, pulling another hiss from him. "Would you do it?"
Max paused his typing. "What?"
Tara answered, "Would you make Phoebe watch?"
He makes a face. "What? No. She's my sister."
The blonde paused, then walked to his side, looking down at him. Max looked up. "No, she's not."
"What?"
"'You know, for once, I'm glad you're the one confused.'" Maxie stated.
"'You're lucky the recharge period stops me from muting you again.'"
Tara shifts to give him a look, putting her hand on her side. "Talking to Maxie again?"
"Yeah." Max replied.
"Figured. Anyways, technically Phoebe isn't your sister. She's Maxie's sister." Tara informed.
The genius gave her a flat look. "Speak English, Campbell." He ordered.
The blonde sighed deeply. "Max, you're not from this... world. You aren't actually Phoebes twin. You're not related to her. He is, and he has no say in what you do."
Max gave her a look of exasperation. "Tara, biologically we have the same genetics."
"No shit, moron." Tara dropped with an annoyed tone. "But your problem isn't biological. It's moral. You could sleep with her guilt free because she's just another really hot girl. Just... don't knock her up, but you're in the body of a teenager, so that part should be obvious."
Max took a small second, thinking intently on it. After a minute, he finally lets out, "Holy shit, you're right."
"'NO!'"
Tara smiles. "I know. Let me know how tight she is when you do it."
Max goes to reply, but the second laptop beeps and they both go still. Max turns to look at the screen, and pauses immediately at the words flashing on the screen.
'SCHWOZ LOCATED'
{We're in the endgame now. Hope the wait was worth it. I hope those of you who stuck around are satisfied with the payoff of Tara knowing so far. Also, shoutout to Lord_Freeza for their comment on the last chapter. They said, and I quote, "Honestly I'm usually against the whole telling about reincarnation but honestly I think author be cooking. And I am curious how Phoebe will react given that he's not the original brother. Maybe less guilty to what happens between them? Loving novel keep up good work author." One thing, um, Phoebe is never going to know about the transmigration thing. Thank you for my favorite comment ever!}
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