M [NDC Uni]Curiosity Bent the Raccoon

[Glein]

Medusa Expanse - NDC Shard
Sanctuary Star System - Sirris II - Hassan University


Another day, another long string of classes at the university, and listening to lectures while William sketched idly on his data slate. His only real concerns were for the lit and art courses he’d signed up for, mostly as a hobby and outlet, but decided on a proper career once he got really into it. Writing and art were his gateway to… well not life, and to get away from the hurt he saw in his family after their father up and abandoned them. It wasn’t just him either, as his brother and mother both became distant in a sense, or began to act off as their new normals much like him.

Even now, he was listening, but didn’t give the lesson any great direct attention. This class was… history he thought? Looking up, seeing the draconic professor told him that was the case, further bolstering that fact by the rather large proportions of the fox mod who sat as close to the front as she could. Massive.. Assets, to put it nicely, and a constant flirting sort of daydreaming stare at the professor who was also their husband. It caused William to roll his eyes everytime, knowing full well that their rather active lifestyles were no secret, or that the woman was freshly pregnant… again.

At least his brother shared this misery with him, their general courses being the ones the two shared outside their respective courses for their majors. “So, what’s the bet around class right now on how lizzer their kids are going to be? Or how long until the class rep gets herself under his desk”, he asked quietly to George who sat beside him in their row, thankfully with no one else particularly close to them to overhear. “Personally, I’m on a hunch that they’ll be hybrids of some sort.”

George shrugged. "Eh, it's up there, but then there's the dissenters saying it ain't likely since he didn't do a genemod swap." the brother said, looking about as bored as William did. While William took the classes to entertain with words and images, George was learning how to create edifices upon which society existed. AKA, an engineer. Mind, he hadn't decided which kind of engineer he was going to be, yet, but he had time to decide. They were still working towards their bachelor's, and he didn't need to know his final major until he had that, considering the amount of shit he needed to learn as part of its foundations.

"As for the class rep, hard to say. I think she's still busy herself with the entire geology class this week." He commended, fingers tapping on his thighs in a seemingly random fashion, but that Will knew from long experience meant that his brother was busy playing one of his less focus-heavy games while they sat through class.

William gave a subtle huff of a chuckle, thinking that probably wasn’t entirely true, after all she had her limits like anyone. It would likely take two weeks tops, more if she found a few she favored. “At some point you know she’ll eventually make a pass at us. Would we accept? If we did, how would we go about it? Separate, spitroast, or have her take us both at the same time in each hole?~” He bemused this outloud, but still careful to keep his voice quiet to only their ears, a small smirk on his face as he asked it all so teasingly to george. His brother was pretty laid back, arguably even more so then himself, but he was always curious at what might get his twin to squirm, or show embarrassment.

"Spit. No if's and's or but's." George replied with barely even a flicker of a pause. He continued to tap away at the augmented reality controls in his lap, since his thighs were vastly quieter than the lecture hall's desk surfaces they had. "Should I go northern or southern alliance this run?" He muttered, pondering his choice of direction in his game. "I mean, northern gives me late game techs earlier with their faction research group, but the southern has more nations to help my OPM with...." He continued muttering.

It was will’s turn to slightly grimace apparently, seeing how the question was brushed aside so easily for the game. “The strat is more important then nutting in girls I see”, he said, trying to not sound too disappointed. Then again, he wasn’t even sure of his own taste in sexual partners to be honest. There were a few types that came close, or had the faintest spark of getting him aroused, but never fully or for long enough to matter. He’d even felt it with guys on rare occasions, but that was far more perplexing as he could never quite put his finger on what did it for him when it came to guys.

Women were at least easier -ish, to figure out for him. He liked plump and nerdy, maybe more on the wild or slightly emo side, but never straight up goth. Long hair regardless of how it was done up, and maybe more in the medium to large range of busts. But that was it, all those stuck out as things he liked, but it still felt like things were always missing even with girls, and he still couldn’t figure out what his brain was trying to tell him. It was frustrating, and left him oh so slightly sexually confused at the worst of times. And don’t get him started on the idea of commitment, as it wasn’t something he liked to think about thanks to his father.

He wanted to be, but was also afraid to, given how little it had apparently meant to their father in the end. Mom never said it, but it definitely made her stop looking at guys all the same, and perhaps a bit protective of the two of them when any man was around. It wasn’t entirely sure they were even into guys, or if it was just mom being adverse to men she couldn’t trust out of the gate.

"Hey, I don't mind nutting into girls. Just not sure I want to nut into that particular girl. She gets around more than a whore in Skylador." George said, chuckling as he finally settled himself more into the classroom, having noted the time. "And I'm not sure if saying that insulting to the whore." he finished, grinning. "'Bout you? You that hard on for a girl to get with?"

“I’m… not sure actually. I was actually just sitting here thinking about the fact that while I can find girls attractive, I can’t seem to ever see one who actually hits all the buttons for me. Like they’re hot, and I get turned on just a little bit, but never even close enough that I think, “yeah, i’d smash”. I’m starting to wonder if my standards are too high or something, or if I don't know what I want.” William’s deluge of honesty seemed to flow forth at the question, to the point that he realized a minute after, that perhaps it was too much.

George shrugged. "I mean, it's hard to say man. For all the advances in our technology, the brain is still the most difficult thing to figure out and parse. And I'm actively trying to avoid the psyche end of Engineering. Pass me on the insanity that is that line of work. Operators are nice to look at and all, but I don't like the idea of poking around in someone's head to make sure they're ticking correctly." He said, doing some pretty quick note taking. Professor Oaklen was kind of a stickler for surprise quizzes and tests with esoteric bits of lecture material.

“Not exactly filling me with confidence here bro. Make it sound like I’m not ticking correctly now”, William hesitantly shot back with a side long look and raised eyebrow. He was starting to consider that actually might be the case, in which case, yay for another notch on his list of reasons for depression list. “I don’t think I’ve ever prodded you on your type though? Do you even have one?”

"I mean, ask any therapist, none of us are ticking correctly. That's what makes us, well, us." George said. As it was, he was smiling as he remained leaning back. "As for my type? I do, in fact, have a type." He said, letting the statement hang like that.

William gave his brother a disappointed frown, before accompanying it with a sass filled remark to match. “Oh wow gee, who’da guess, it's almost like I was asking what that was. Like everyone, they’ve got fucked up thoughts, assholes, and a type of person they want to fuck”, he said with perhaps a little more bite of annoyance then actually intended. “So can I get the answer to that sometime this decade before I start thinking, off the side of the bridge is my type please.”

"Or you could focus on cleaning up since the lecture's over and we're free for the evening?" George said, standing up with a smirk on his face. "I'm gonna be a little late getting back to the apartment, okay? Some of my gaming buddies wanted to show me something they found out about the other day and tonight's the first night all of us had off at the same time to check it out."

As those words registered, there was a slight look of surprise as she turned to see in fact everyone packing up for the day. He’d been so lost in thought, and the line of their small conversation that he had lost track of the class itself. It was now with the talking over, and only the shuffle of leaving footsteps that the rumble of the weather could be heard now too, causing his focus to turn to the window this time. “Just don’t start doing drugs please, that’s the last thing mom needs now to break her heart. Also the barrier is down and its going to rain, so try not to linger anywhere outside too long under the heavy fall. You know how hard the natural rainfall can hit”, William chastised lightly with a sigh, defaulting to this as he usually did.

He swore his brother enjoyed gaslighting him some day, or simply irritating him for the hell of it, and them being close all these years was the only reason he put up with it. If it had been anyone else, he’d have been suspended for assault, or likely worse given his normal state of mind these days. “If you’re ditching me for that, I’ll take my time, hit the corner pitstop, and drag a couple smokes before I get back into the apartment.”

"That's fine. As for the drugs, nah. Nothing that crazy or stupid. I don't need the underground stimm market to get fucked up. Just gotta look at the photos back at mom's place." He said, patting his brother on the shoulder. "And don't worry, I'll be bringing you something. Hopefully you'll enjoy it." He said, before squeezing around William to head out the door with the rest of the crowd of students finishing up. Some still had more classes to attend, others were like the twins, and done with their day. And yet others had jobs to get to now.

William had been left to ponder on just whatever his brother had meant about something for him. It was about the only thing he had left to do as he made his way out of the building. The sky was already rapidly darkening from the encroaching storm clouds overhead, thick drops of water already starting to smack the pavement sporadically here and there. He let out a frustrated sigh as he stood there at the entrance, staring across at the car he drove, just a ways into the lot. He never was lucky enough to get a space close to the door, especially on days it rained… with the city barrier down for maintenance…

Sucking it up, at least the university had assistance drones to offer up as umbrella covers they could deploy in these cases. Not that it would keep him perfectly dry, but he guessed the thought counted for something. Pulling his hood up from his hoodie, he took to a jog towards his car, cursing under his breath the whole way as the rain really began to snowball in intensity.

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Damp and annoyed, he was through the shop and out after dropping a stack of script on the counter for his purchases. A fresh pack of stim sticks, snacks, and a drink. Then it was back out the door for a drive in the rain, taking the ride slow and leisurely, almost apprehensive about going home as usual. He hung out in his car while parked in the space assigned to their residential unit, smoking the sticks he’d bought before eventually making the long elevator ride up to their level of the arcology. It was quiet, peaceful even, almost to the point he’d have been willing to just sleep there if not for the prospect of a less then appreciative body from sleeping anywhere but his bed.

Tossing the butts into his empty chip bag, and walking on the relaxed buzz of the stims, finally heading into the building proper. Sipping on a slush the whole way during the elevator ride, he watched out the false window of the lift, watching as the view rapidly ascended the metal towers that made the residential district. Reaching his floor, they were about midway up, but here you could just barely see the top of the arcology towers if you leaned in. A harsh skyline of identical flat skyline framing dark clouds that pelted the structures with equal harshness as if it would affect anything.

Entering the apartment quietly, the lights were off, a sticky note lazily falling from the backside of the door as he opened it. Snatching it on its descent, it was a note from their mother that she took an extra late shift and wouldn’t be back until morning. It felt like a terrible relief in that he would be alone with peace and quiet, but also that he would be alone with the peace that was only outside his thoughts. Having confirmed he’d seen and received the note, it dissolved into fading digital sparks, an apparition app. Meaning it hadn’t been real, just a memetic augmented reality prop meant to be seen by him, and or George when they had gotten home.

Entering properly, William made sure to lock the front door again before entering the living room and plopping down on the couch. Turning on the vid screen, it was some soap, a drama his mother liked. Likely something she had been watching before either being called in, or as a last ditch to relax before heading out the door for what would likely be overtime. The man deflated where he sat, before flipping programs to see if anything grabbed at his low energy state of mind, curiously wondering just what scheme his brother was likely off having fun with.

After much failed searching, the subtle vibrations and distant rumbles that reached them, even here in this tower of metal began to lull him. His eyes grew heavy, whatever playing on the screen at low volume seemed to grow distant, and his thoughts cleared to just a few. A nap? Yeah a nap sounds nice? Maybe I can catch some late night Sykian porn or something, if George scurries off to the room to lock away and game. As the thought finished, sleep took him as he gave in…


It was hard to be sure how long William had nodded off, before the sound of the door unlocking managed to somehow echo enough to claw into his mind and jerk him awake instantly. Sure, crime and violence inside the city were uncommon. But not unheard of. Plus the fact that the door was being unlocked meant that whoever was doing it had access, or the means to fake access.

As it was, the door soon opened, and someone stepped in. buxom, softened features, and rather cute, if nerdy clothes draped their form. They closed the door behind them with a bit of a nervous hurry, as though they didn't want to be left exposed to staring eyes too long. Once the door was closed, the figure turned to look at the space, and smiled at William as she leaned against the door.

"Oh good, managed to catch you alone." She said, her voice sounding familiar... Wait, as William looked, those facial features were familiar!

William was almost sure he was still sleeping, his groggy head having lolled as it rolled where he lay it against the back of the top of the couch. He had to blink to clear the haze you got in your vision on a really heavy sleep, his confusion growing as things became increasingly clear despite his assumption he was dreaming. “Who are you, and why do you look like one of the female characters my brother plays in his games”, he asked lazily, the sleep still working its way out of his jaw and system. Fuck, how hard had he knocked out, he felt like he’d been dropped into the couch cushions at terminal.

Sitting up, his slush was nothing but liquid, a brief pickup of the cup finding it room temperature now as he sought hydration. So a long while from what his waking mind could gather, before turning back to the more pressing concern of some woman being in their apartment. The feel of familiarity was uncomfortable, in an uncanny valley sort of way, that he couldn’t explain yet. “How did you get access to the door?”

She smiled, and walked forward, if a little unsteadily on the heels she was wearing. "Someone close to you gave me access." She said, her movements seeming to try and intentionally draw his attention to certain things, well, two of them, bouncing up and down on her chest. "Suggested I try and catch you all alone like this..." She continued, before a misstep caused her to stagger and have to reach out to the back of the couch to catch herself, the whole thing looking very amateurish.

"Fuck, that was close." 'she' muttered under her breath, voice sounding an awful lot like George's for just that moment.

William suddenly felt a pang of annoyance, one that was all too familiar, “G’, why are you dressed like that, and seemingly trying to seduce me? You prep for dungeon raids better then you apparently did to practice for this…” His eyes narrowed in a confused and questioning manner, before placing a palm to his forehead where he felt a bit warm. “You should have just worn sneakers you doof, you’re going to break your neck wearing those without practice”, he chastised while trying to hide the growing embarrassment he realized was causing the heat on his face. How was he supposed to take, much less handle this, but the biggest question was just why.

"Shit." was all George said as he was 'found out'. "Listen, you'd been getting kind of mopey lately, and so I figured I'd try something to cheer you up okay?" He said, trying to placate his brother. "And it was kind of spur of the moment thing, ya know?" He continued, finally getting himself back to his feet. He brushed himself off, the skirt and short shirt looking kind of silly, and the false breasts he was wearing much more noticeable at this distance and angle.

"I figured I'd prank you with this, get a laugh." He finished, reaching up and fiddling with the wig he was wearing.

Something about that hurt, but he couldn’t peg which part at first. It was either the fact that his brother had pegged his tastes so well for the most part, or the fact that he went to this length of screwing with him, just because his problems had started to bleed out just that visibly. “Honestly, I don’t know what to say to you. I appreciate and hate this equally, because you’re toying with me and its now crossed a line”, William managed to say finally after a long moment of uneasy silence between them. “Bro, I love you, but I don’t know how you thought messing with me like this would feel better?”

"Because we'd have both gotten a laugh at just how stupid an idea this was and we'd never talk about it again unless drunk as fuck?" George replied with all the deadpan seriousness their War-Model mother would have been proud of. "Course, that was before I put it all on and realized that besides being in need of practice... It... well..." He wasn't sure if he should finish that sentence, especially not to his brother. He really, really, really wasn't sure how William would take the revelation.

Like, seriously, he didn't expect this look to feel this right to him. Like this is how he should have been living. As a female, who was kind of nerdy and kind of sexy and... Okay, he really should talk to a professional to see if he really was trans. It wasn't like it was stigmatized or anything, but it was better to work with a professional to be absolutely sure then jump at it assuming it was.

William could feel the ever slight shift of his own jaw muscle, his body wanting him to say something, but his mind having hit the emergency break and checked out. The silence resumed as the whole sparse conversation hung between them, as he just didn’t even know what to say. What could he? For the briefest moment, he had felt excitement, laced in there in all the confusion of such a strange encounter. He didn’t know how to interpret that, much less that his brother of all people had been the cause. “How many knew… How many did you plan this with”, he finally managed to ask, although with a quieter voice then intended that came out slightly horse and hitched.

"No one in our usual group. At least not the whole thing." He said, walking to the couch and slumping into it. "They just knew I was planning to surprise you with something and that they'd need to cover for me until I actually showed you." He shrugged as he finished, setting the display to shift to an audiovisual display for some music as he set the twin's favorite playlist to run.

"I never realized just how comfy panties are..." He mused quietly, glancing down for who knew how many times now as he once more reflected on that little facet of this whole thing. He'd taken public transit to get home, all dressed up like this, and had found he really was comfortable the entire time. Well, sans the fake boobs and wig anyways. Oh, and the amount of make-up to make him appear more feminine.

That was the moment that the anger left him, and a shiver of shock replaced it, as William slowly turned to look at George again. Their eyes met for a long moment, maintaining a stand off until Will broke the silence finally this time. “Wha- what? You went all the way through to even wear actual panties? Bra? And you like them”, he asked confused, eyes trailing down to absorb the fact finally that his brother had the whole ensemble. Stockings, heels, skirt, even peak of said panties due to the skirt length to confirm the feminine article. “Did you buy some plain ones, or did you actually shell out for the lacey stuff they only sell in woman centric stores?”

George blushed as his brother asked about how far he'd gone. "The whole thing." He answered, pulling the shirt up enough to show that yes, he'd gone for the lacey bra, and once he was sure William had burned that image into his mind, he pushed the skirt down on one side to show that the panties, well, almost thong really, was also lacey.

"It's kind of why I've been so dodgy the last couple of weeks. I've been having to be discreet about getting this stuff all together without you or mom noticing. Mom especially. You know how she'd react to me doing something this... strange." He explained, scratching at his cheek as he settled back in. "And I mean, I had a rough idea of your type since I had a good sense of what caught your eye at uni."

William found himself reaching over without thinking, and hefting the pair of fake breast forms on George’s chest. “And these, are how much did you spend on these, they’re actually warm and not rubbery looking? And that perfume, what is that”, he asked further, his mind running away with all this as he processed it bit by bit. Hands almost practically groped the fake breasts, cheeks tinged with a shy embarrassment that failed to stop him from being this curious. A thought crossed his mind however that made him pause, eyes looking back up to met George’s once again.

“Are you keeping all this, and are you planning to stream as some e-girl?” He had no idea where that even came from, or why that was the next pair of questions to come forth, out of all the ones that were breaking the speed limits of his last coherent brain cells. A small hesitant gulp of confused self reflection, as he waited with hanging breath for how George chose to answer.

"Way more than I thought it would, and because it's got a sync unit in the harness under the fake skin that has chamleon-print on it." George said, shrugging again, not really 'feeling' the handling of the fake breasts beyond the feeling of the harness they were attached to shifting ever so slightly from the movements. The fact that it managed to properly mimic his skin was a testiment to the 'natural' look of chamelon-print materials in replicating texture and appearance, though it usually failed with complicated stuff.

"The perfume was recommended to me by the store clerk, I'm not 100% on it, but it was within my budget and it made me think wholesome but naughty things when I smelled it originally. Now it just kind of exists for me." He continued.

Than come the big drop. "I, wasn't planning on it. I mean, this whole thing, as I said, was intended as a one and done joke. It just ended up... uhhh, running away with me. I don't know if I would do the e-girl thing. I ain't nearly that good at faking it."

The answer was met with a raucous chuckle as William lost it at that. “Wait, you spent so much on a giggle and forget?! Bro, you invested into something you can’t just toss out now with how much you threw into it. Plus you at least can’t trip in heels while sitting in a chair at least”, he said in between rampant laughter, which grew to the point of starting to wheeze a little. “George, come on, I know you normally have better follow ups then that. Surely knowing you, this isn’t the end of it anymore, you spent too much for it to be done. Imagine the killing you could make online farming simps, while just gaming as usual, but with a cam running.”

Perhaps it was now him who the whole scheme was running away with. Will wasn’t even sure why he was suddenly advocating for this, or to even carry things further, but his mouth had started to spill ambitious encouragements.

"I mean, I was probably gonna wear it a time or two more... The bits and pieces were alright, but it wasn't till I put the whole thing on that it just felt normal. Not just comfortable, not just fitting, but just like something I'd been doing all my life. Despite having never worn the whole thing at once." George admitted, blushing more. "But seriously, why are you of all people suggesting I take it further? Weren't you pissed at me for doing it in the first place?!" He fired back, crossing his arms now under that impressive, if false, bust he bore.

Eyes trailed down to the now shelved bust before him, finding it uncanny again to see it done so naturally. “Because i’m stressed and depressed about the state of our family ever since dad abandoned us. So I took and jumped, to the conclusion that what you were doing, was fucking with me when I was not in a good place. But….” He looked back up to George now, and not the false front of George, an apologetic sadness now in his eyes. “I see how happy you are like this, and I just couldn’t even be mad anymore, because it felt like I was trampling what you were feeling from this. I mean look, you’re doing the fucking gyaru tsundere thing with your tits dude!”, William explained, hands gesturing to the shelved rack in pouting disappointment.

At some point, the tears began to well up as the words did too. “Every time I turn around, it feels like it's only to see mom cry, and the three of us just started to get further from one another, it feels like. Sure you and I talk, but we used to do everything together as kids. Bathe, play, hang out, do stuff with friends. We used to be sociable in a healthy way, and now we look like a bitter pair of stoners most days. Everything since that day feels wrong, like he tore us apart without even having to be here to do it forcibly and I hate it.”

George looked down and snorted. "You and your writing slash art stuff." He said, shaking his head in an amused fashion, though he smiled warmly. "I mean, the part that made me happiest, until you called me out on it, was how you were looking at me. Like, really looking at me. I don't know why that made my heart flutter like it did, but it sure as hell did." He said, reaching up to ruffling his brother's hair a moment.

"As for us being closer, I mean, it just seemed our interests grew and led us away. As for mom, well... I think we both agree the only reason we haven't moved out on our own yet is because we don't think she'd hold up well if that happened." He pointed out, shrugging. "Oh fuck, what the hell is mom gonna say if she sees me like this?!" George said, looking down at himself, the make-up, wig, false bust, very feminine clothes and peaking undergarments... If not for the actual falseness of the breasts and wig, it would have been hard to mistake George for a man.

It wasn't that he was svelt or anything, he had a bit of chub going, but the effort had clearly been enough to make him look woman enough to be one until you got really close. Sure, their mom wasn't hyper-prudish or the like, but being she was a survivor of the Last War (god, whenever the twins got classes that touched on that subject always made for the worst fucking dinner conversations), she wasn't exactly the sort of sugar coat her opinion on things.

“She won’t be back until morning, she took another late shift tonight, so no need to rush out of panic. Wait… you got turned on by me ogling you? Yeah I got excited for once, even though I’ve yet to find a girl who even got me bricked…. And then you went and did it”, William admitted, letting that sink in as he himself thought about it. Oh fuck, did they both get off to each other in the middle of all that?! A turmoil of confusion was renewed, unsure of how to process what he clearly felt about it. “Also, I think the better question is… Where are you going to hide all that?”

"My little stash hole in the closet." George said without missing a beat, and entirely trying to sidestep the comment he made about getting turned on by his brother oogling him. "I mean, I'm sure she's aware of it, but she's also respected it enough to never once mess with it. I would be very surprised if she wasn't aware of it's existence." George said. Thankfully he didn't have to worry about a surprise bulge since, well, the moment of 'sexy' was long over at this point. Hell, he moved with a natural grace that fit the feminine look he was sporting.

“What else are you hiding in there, even I’ve never seen this stash of yours. But if you’re going to be keeping stuff like this…”, he asked without thinking, or realizing he had a stiffy still. But curious was now strong with his thoughts, wanting to know more about this whole side of his brother he hadn’t been privy to. Especially with how it had both caused them to react. “Do you… have toys, or.. Stuff in there?”

"What I keep in my little stash is none of your business brother." George said firmly, ruffling William's hair even more firmly. Of course, he had noticed his brother was still a bit stiff between the legs. And George had to actually keep himself from licking his lips in delight. He never really called himself bi before, but considering how natural this felt, dressed up like this, the idea kind of appealed now. Maybe he just didn't give it the time of day because he'd never thought really hard about it?

He put up his hands for a second, “Wait wait wait. Now hold on, you expect me to keep this secret from mom, but then keep secrets from me, after you tried to catfish me. How is that fair, besides, if I’m going to be helping hide it, then I want to be more involved with whatever else I might also be helping to hide.” He wasn’t giving in that easily, or being offset by the hair tussling like he was somehow the younger of the two. William had to know, to see how far the rabbit hole went with his brother now, and just how deep this side of them went before they themselves had realized it today.

“Surely it can’t be anything worse then this, or sketchier then you coming to me in a thong~”, he further teased.

"Really? Gonna pull that hook on me?" He shot back, shaking his head. "If you really want to know how far I was willing to go..." He said, grinning, and shrugged. "Well, let's just say we'd be touching and you'd probably not have noticed until you started pulling things off." He admitted, blushing strongly. And decided to take a fucking chance. By reaching over and feeling that stiffy with the manicured fingers, curious to see how he felt about it. This was one fantasy he kind of entertained on the very rare occasion, and was part of the stash he had. Sibling love. Admittedly, usually between a brother and sister, not two brothers... buuut... if he really was trans like he felt he might be, was it really brother on brother love still?

The stiffy quickly became a proper bulge under the sudden firmly handed attention, that it made William freeze as he realized properly now that he had been erect. If he wasn’t sure about being turned on before, he certainly was without doubt now. “So.. you still want to? You’re already grabbing my first full erection, so I can’t really say no now”, he admitted with flushed cheeks, subconsciously having a hand join George’s on his crotch. “You sure you don’t have any toys in there?... w-we could share.~”

George grinned, and slid off the couch, onto his knees in front of his brother. "No toys. PLenty of smut chips though." he said... No, for this, they'd try it. She said. God, thinking of herself in that way sent a bit of a shiver down her spine. At least, while she was dressed like this she'd think of herself as a girl. As it was, she was already fishing his cock out, looking up at him, letting the fantasy become real.

"Besides, it feels right to be doing this for, and with, you. I didn't plan to go beyond kissing originally... but I think I wanna give you a blow since we're opening up." She said, grinning as she began to gently pump his shaft in preparation.

“I think I’ll aim to fix that. Sharing one sounds nice~”, William said before his breath hitched into a surprised sigh at feeling the hand around him. Firm yet somehow delicate, something he never expected to be associated with his brother. Then again, with the way his behavior shifted, brother no longer even felt right to say but now.. Sister. “Maybe we could even try sharing a bed again, like we used to for naps as kids… sis?”

Smiling, she continued to stroke his cock, and chuckled. "We'll have to see if we like this dynamic between us first." She said, licking her lipsticked lips once, before soon leaning forward to press the tip of it to them, and starting to suck as she leaned forward more.

Every caress and increasingly intimate touch only made him harder, a throb at the kiss of her lips. “I think my body already seems well accepting of it~”, he said with a slight shudder, before letting his hands feel familiar shoulders. Or he thought they were, but in this light and position, they didn’t feel the same. They followed the slope of them up to her neck, before going higher to caress the edge of her cheek that felt surprisingly feminine framed within the wig. “I was so confused on my own type before, and you go and rock my expectations by becoming the answer. There you go looking out for me again, and making me happy that we’re family. Now I can say I love you, and it means and feels like so much more.”

George would have answered back, but his mouth was presently occupied, eyes focused entirely on his face as he stood there, though they did flutter a little as his hand brushed and caressed her shoulders, neck and cheek. But she couldn't help but feel happy with how he was viewing her. Yes, it was lust, and yes, it was love, and she was loving both. Craving both. And the fact that he was happy with this, was enjoying it too? That was only icing on the cake for her.

As it was, she unfortunately couldn't take him all the way to the base, meaning there was plenty of dong unsucked by her, though she was working diligently on the cock she could work into her without gagging. All while making the sexiest feminine moans and sounds she could do.

“Hey uh, do you want to… maybe do this with us laid out on the couch. You know… like sixty n-nined?” His breath had become a shallow pant as she worked him, even if not taking him deeply yet, but he had been expecting that to be the case. It's not like George had practice prior, but she was so cute with how hard she was trying, but he also thought of how cute the lace undergarments were on her too as he thought back to those. “Um also.. Do you still want to be called George, or something more- well, female”, he also asked, wondering how deep of a switch she was wanting, and wanting to properly respect her wishes around that.

She shook her head as he asked about 69ing right now. She was intent on helping him enjoy and relax first and foremost right now. Meaning getting him well blown and maybe even a handjob on top. As it was, she'd considered a different name, but just hadn't yet fallen onto anything that felt 'right'. All the variants of 'George' just felt wrong. And so, she kept blowing and focusing on what she recalled from the smut she'd read on things. Trying to make it as pleasurable as absolutely possible.

It was a big success, at least to the brother whose cock she was bobbing on currently, the man never having come anywhere close to feeling this good from even masturbation. Plus it was so surprisingly sensitive for his first time, something having brought his manhood to life, letting him feel every caress of the tongue and lips as it all pulled on him with the suction of her mouth. It was taking everything to not accidentally cum prematurely from just how surprisingly great it felt. “You know, you’re a really chatty cathay when you’re in parties on games, or nerding about games. I think this is the first time I’ve gotten you to not run your lips~”, he moaned out with a chuckle, teasing her as she sucked him off and harder for the jest.

Oh, she made sure to give him an extra strong suck at that quip of his, wanting to get him to at least tighten in on himself as he emptied his load into her mouth. He'd deserve it for teasing her about her gaming habits damn it!

Of course, the whole thing was about to become very awkward as the door access chime happened, and the door opened, revealing their mother, looking very frazzled in her work clothes. "For fucks sake, calling me in, telling me I'll be in all fucking night, then have the gall to realize the place is dead!" Their mother grumbled, not even seeming to notice the two of the, George frozen in absolute horror as her eyes tracked the woman who'd given birth to them.

"At least I'm still getting paid for the hours..." She bitched, and looked over at the twins. "Dear, if you're gonna do that, at least don't do it in the living room where any and everyone can see you unless you want them to." She said, not seeming to be concerned in the slightest bit about the sight of her twin boys in front of her.

There was a long moment of familiar awkward silence from the twins, before a couple of things happened. The first, was William dumping a full load out of shock and surprise into George's throat. The other was him hesitantly speaking up, as he happened to do so. “We uh, appreciate the advice mom… but you seem to be taking this in stride very casually, compared to how we were worried you would take it”, Will admitted to her, trying to not make what he just did in his brother’s mouth too obvious.

"Will, I'm not going to judge you two for experimenting. God knows I did back on Hassan. After all, my unit were all technically siblings, despite the measures used to ensure we weren't identical to prevent a targeted virus dropping all of us, so I can't exactly harsh on you for it." She pointed out. "And if I did, I know that my unit would have given me all sorts of shit. Though I'll admit, I expected you to be the one to dress up Will, not George." She said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

George meanwhile, was busy trying to swallow the sudden explosion of cum in his mouth so he wouldn't choke, and also try and make himself not look so blatant.

"You kind of struck me as the more feminine of the two of you is all. But eh, things happen." Their mother continued, now getting herself something to eat out of the fridge. "So, enjoy yourselves?"

“Do uh… you, want to join us?” He wasn’t even sure what came over him, but he had the sudden urge to ask, given how surreal this conversation had turned. She was taking it extremely well, even if he wasn’t sure how he felt about being thought of as the more feminine of the twins.

"Not tonight. I just got off doing six hours of covering for a nurse who decided she was going to put her leg in a cast and so be unavailable. Thank fuck it was a dead night at the hospital." She stated. "And that's on top of the 60 hour shift I pulled yesterday." She said, shaking her head. Sure, she said 'yesterday', but really, it started earlier than that. She just treated the whole thing as a singular 'day'.

George though, had his throat finished downing the semen that'd flooded his mouth, and was nervously trying to straighten out the skirt while he stood up. "So uhhh... We're not in trouble?"

"No. So long as you aren't doing stupid or going behind my back doing stuff you shouldn't be doing, why would I be upset with you?" She pointed out.

William simply gave a nervous chuckle for a moment, his nerves finally relaxing as he deflated into the couch cushions all over again. “Well I guess since its all out in the open and we’re open with her too now. I guess just underwear and freeballing are fair game around the house?”, he said to them both, hoping to break the ice and ease the tension that the twins had built up. “You should see George in her new lace, it would be a crime not to let her relax in it. Maybe you can help pick her out some pieces, or share a few mom”, he said just a tad bit more boldly.

"Only once you move out of my house. You'll wear at least pants over underwear, and a bra with shirt if you decide to grow a pair of tits George." November said, giving both of her children a firm glare that brokered no argument.

George just blushed and nodded, not sure he wanted to risk his mom's ire by even considering to try that stunt. As it was, he sat down next to William. Considering their mom handled herself when relaxing around the house in the exact same way, he figured she was fully serious about it.

"As for what George is wearing, we'll see. However, if he really wants to go through a transition, he will see a shrink first and foremost. I won't support an idle fling." She continued, as she finished fixing herself a late lunch.

“Me and her can sit down this weekend then and call up an appointment, and I’ll make sure she gets there. I think all things considered, we’ve both come to understand some things tonight, especially with how we’ve handled certain things our family has struggled with lately”, William explained, putting a comforting arm around George to give them an embrace to rest into. “I think I'll join her in getting an appointment for myself. Part of George doing this is because she picked up on my depression I’ve been dealing with for some time.”

There was a long pause as he thought how to phrase his next words, or how candid he should be when saying them. But knowing their mom, he knew that she was a woman who appreciated a blunt, and to the point conversation. “The way that dad treated us, has been tearing at me for a while, and I’ve seen how it has been for you too. I love both of you, more now than I ever have. I want us to stay close as a family, even if that means… well, close becoming a lot more meaningful then most might consider. But I think this, the conversation now, and how much we’ve opened up to one another tonight is a step in the right direction.”

"Alright. Tell me how it goes after the first appointments. For now, I'm eating this bowl of ramen, then I'm going to finish the sleep I was supposed to be enjoying when I got called in. Be sure to clean up after yourselves if you decide to resume." She said, having lifted the bowl of food as she spoke, before walking to her room, closing the door behind her as a form of being polite and respectful to their actions.

"That... Wasn't the reaction I expected out of her." George said, pulling the wig off his head and looking at William. "I mean, I expected her to be blunt, but I was expecting it to be blunt in that we were doing something wrong..." He said, his raccoon ears twitching on his head.

“Gods damn, how do you take off the wig and still manage to pull off cute”, William questioned first, finding the wiggle of their ears adorable even without the fake long hair. “Wait hold up, sorry, my brain is still coming off the fact that. Well A, mom gave us her blessing, and to you getting checked for changing gender assignment. And B, she just gave us a raincheck to sleep with her…” He let that sink in as he simply recapped what just happened to the both of them with that encounter. “She took that situation smoother then butter, and then when bob sledding down the stairs…”

A bit of shock about it all still lingered in Will’s expression, wondering how they were so lucky in what felt somehow like a miracle to come out unscathed. “Also I guess I kind of understand some of it, now that I think of some of what the professor covered. Mom was vat grown for the war, like the rest of her unit, like the other genemods of the time…. They didn’t give a fuck about social norms, what even is wrong to them, or normal behavior?”

"Still doesn't make it any less weird." George said, gently punching Will in the chest. "But that shocker kind of put a massive damper on us going more tonight... It'd just be an extra kind of awkward, ya know?" He said, standing up and more slowly working his way to his room. "Guess I get to find out if this is a fling or if it's something more this weekend. Or at least start." He said, giving his brother a quick wave as he slipped into his room.

Will watched him go, not really finding any more to add to that, but felt disappointed they had been interrupted. I feel more sad that he didn't give me a kiss before leaving for bed. Alone again, he sighed before deciding the only thing left was to sleep, but he somehow felt far more tired now then when he passed out for a nap earlier. All the excitement he hadn’t felt before, and the series of revelations they had shared for just a short bit, had taken all his energy. But it was an exhaustion he felt satisfied with at least, even if things were cut short.

There was no urge to get up at this point, much less make the effort to go to his own room to crawl into bed. So he chose the easier option he had used once tonight already, but this time intentionally, as he got comfortable and laid out on the couch. Redoing his pants first of course before he forgot, and was awoken by his mom for flying a flagpole in the living room. Things were going to change now, and there wasn’t really any way to get around that he thought as he laid down and soon fell asleep.

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Cathy, formerly George, had opted for the slower path towards transition in the three months that followed the first meeting with a therapist, instead of the instant gratification of a full change. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable about it, but rather, she just wanted to progress through it in stages.

As it was, the relationship between herself, her brother, and their mother was definitely one of those interesting things. She and William were basically a 'thing' now, and while their mother was more an off and on inclusion, it wasn't a hard add yet. As it was, she was already almost halfway to where she'd been with the fake bits for what had been intended as a prank and instead turned into an awakening.

Ironically, she still used the fake pieces while doing streams, since it seemed to work well in garnering attention and viewers. So getting a little extra pocket change from streaming because she had a pair of extra jiggly tits wasn't the worst thing.

But the two things they'd most certainly confirmed for her, was that while yes, she was indeed a male to female transition, she wasn't a full transition. Her dick didn't feel 'wrong' to have like it would have for someone going fully over, but she had wanted one, so she was also developing a functioning feminine passage, which was making for all sorts of 'fun' with her guts as it happened.

As it was, she was currently sitting in Will's lap this time during Professor Oaklen's class. "Man, she is quick." Cathy said, looking at the foxmod at the front of the class. the same one they'd talked about all those months ago. "I think she's pregnant again." She clarified, grinning.

“I bet you make her jealous though, she’s not able to be in his lap during lecture”, Will chuckled quietly into her ear, arms gently wrapped around her rather plump waist. Out of all the things that had begun to fill out on Cathy, her hips and rear were one of those things that hadn’t had a fake component, but filled out well from scratch all the same. “You know, we joked about the class rep and her reputation. But have you heard the new nickname for Asteri going around because they heard them moaning it from the professor’s office a few days ago?”

"Nope. But I imagine it's totally inappropriate to say aloud in class." Cathy replied, grinning as she leaned back into Will's chest. "So either whisper it into my ear or text it to my Giest. Oh, and the Class Rep has apparently decided she's about ready to hit this class soon, so if you're still interested in us doing that split..." She joked, grinning. Of course, he could also see her tapping on one thigh in the rhythm that spoke of her gaming still.

"Oh, also, I've got that appointment next week for the next transition adjustment. Still surprised that the therapist suggested mom's hospital for it after all this time. I thought it just handled emergency cases to hear mom talk about it."

“Have you ever heard of this thing called a map sis, there is only one hospital in the capital. As for that nickname, he apparently calls her Slutsune now in the bedroom… or office.” William enjoyed this, the banter, the intimate whispers they subtly did during lecture classes. “As for the rep, considering how we’ve spit roasted mom a few times now, I think we’d go the full mile with her, make sure she doesn’t forget the Briar twins any time soon~”, he teasingly replied, wondering if this was going to be one of their hobbies now between them of sharing partners. “I could get in the habit of sharing girlfriends with you, after all, its not the toy I wanted to buy us but its still sharing a toy.~”

Actually, he had even told her yet, but in the last couple months he’d set up his own hidey hole stash of sorts. One of its contents was in fact the toy he had promised to share with her that first night, among a few other things for the three of them. But some of those were preparations for far down the road someday maybe.

"So long as the understanding is I get to keep you afterwards." Cathy said, grinning. "Though, speaking of keeping, I'm gonna be needing to activate the feminine birth control after the next adjustment. Since I'll apparently be fully functional at that point." She said, mostly to warn him. As it was, she was idly swaying her hips in his lap for some 'clean' fun of teasing him with their clothes on. Especially with her skirt and the sexy garters and stockings she wore. Sure, most of her wardrobe was intended to tease the hell out of her brother, but a fair bit of it was still in her actual interests and tastes.

It'd become something of a game for her, see how far she could tease him before he slipped himself into her after her vagina started coming in. They'd found anal was actually a hard no for her early on.

“Good to know, I’d miss giving you those morning fills. Speaking of, you still got the one from this morning in there, or do you want a top off?~”, he asked, hand sliding down and into the waistband, feeling more sensitive skin where no one would see him copping a caress or grope under the desk. “When are we going to start sharing a bed, hmmm?”

"After this adjustment. Mom finally okayed the idea since I'll be close enough to 'girl' that even her skewed sensibilities will accept the arrangement." Cathy answered his question about the bed first, before shifting just a bit in her seat to let her pull her panties aside for him to have easier access. She stuck to lacey and thin, preferring the feel of it on her skin than other kinds. "And I could always do with a top off." She commented 'idly', while typing away some notes on the class, this month covering the Gathering for the Exodus.

He had left his fly open purposefully, allowing him to work out his length with minimal movement that might draw attention, before adjusting in his seat enough to work it out then slide himself in. Pulling Cathy down firmly, seated his sister nice hard on his length which she had begun to mold to nicely. Kissing her back gently through the fabric of her university uniform, let her hips return to their previous swaying as she rode him slowly in a subdued manner. Will had lost count of how many he’d put in her, in the middle of lecture without anyone the wiser so far. The only person he was sure who might be, was the professor, but knowing what the teach did with slutsune. Well it was a mutually respected silence on such activities being done covertly.

Giving him a happy sigh as she settled into place, she just settled into the steady sway. "So, how's that new book coming? Can't imagine what you might have chosen for the topic on it this time." She joked, adjusting her head to look at him. One of the few things that hadn't really changed on her with the adjustment was her height. Which was somewhat surprising, since basically what had been going on is a steady 'shift' of her cells from being XY to XX. Well, XXY in her case, she corrected mentally with a smirk as she thought about how she had to wear specialty panties now to keep her erections more discrete to avoid giving everyone a sight of such a thing on her steadily feminine body.

"And also, since mom's treating the day as special, you got anything planned for after I exit the pod for adjustment?"

“A long date, a couple of days, just you and me somewhere private. Thinking a nice camping trip out in the greenzone, somewhere within hiking distance to the beach, or even better a spring. And we have wild fun where the noise won’t get us in trouble~”, William suggested, leaning in close to say it quiet and breathy in her ear. Despite still being in transition, she was already filling in very nicely, even picking up a sliver more weight even it seemed. If she kept this up, she’d become nice and plump eventually, he thought to himself in an amused yet pleased sort of way. “That being said, it's your special day, so what you wish for to celebrate is just as important.”

"Weeeelll, I was figured we could try and finally spring for that trip to Skylador we'd been talking about for ages. Admittedly, our talks of what we were *going* to do there might be just a wee bit different." She said, slightly breathy, but managing to focus on the topic of their discussion as well as the class. "After all, we ain't gonna be hitting up it's red-light district to pop our cherry's anymore!" She joked.

William smiled at that, finding it a rather fine alternative actually, “So the more adventurous option. Take in the local culture, sights, maybe even get you some nice native garbs, and mix it up in a place alien to us.” Okay, perhaps putting it that way was probably a tad more dramatic then intended in how he worded it. However, he was very excited to go there, because after all they had never been out of the capital much less offworld. “You know… Perhaps after graduation, we could up the ante with a similar idea? Even bring mom on a nice romantic tour of colonies, see all there is to this new space we grew up in. I’m sure mom would love to get out and explore it all too, in just as many ways, and see all the new places.”

"You just want a sexy tanuki harem girl!" Cathy quietly teased, grinning. The joke was slightly in poor taste, since the Bahum's weren't quite that bad, as was believed when first settling. Sadly the 'Bahum Harem' bit just seemed like one of those bad stereotypes that was gonna stick around, proven differently or not. "But in all honesty, that's just one idea. I doubt you'd be able to get away from your editor long enough for us to really enjoy the trip."

“I have an editor? And here I thought spell check was just part of the system, they really should share their contact info”, he joked back, a smirk playing across his lips. “Besides, I don’t need a tanuki harem girl, I already got you luv. A woman who knows and equally shares my depravity. Surprised you haven’t started the time honored female tradition of shopping sprees, and wearing the latest slutty Sykian fashion.” Will stifled a chuckle quietly by nipping her shoulder playfully as she wiggled on his shaft, top of his knot stirring her spreading lips.

If not for their Geists, they would be playing a pretty dangerous game with their bit of fun. "Unless you've been self-publishing all those books and manga of yours." She pointed out in turn, grinning. "As for those traditionally feminine activities, I'm not that far gone in the head. I rather like my lazy lifestyle. And going on weekend shopping sprees is more active, and way more expensive, than I prefer."

“Of course I have been, or tossing them to an open publisher. I don’t have money to hire an editor, much less a publishing contract. But hey, it pays, even if not consistently.” Sure the thrill of simulating some spicy activities during lecture was fun, but he still much preferred the real thing. There was always this faint and uncanny disconnect from what you were doing, and how it felt compared to reality. What he wouldn’t give, to just see the shock and surprise of if he just bent Cathy over the desk. But he was dedicated to behaving himself at least.

Hands slid up to grope her developing chest as they continued, “But I take it all jokes aside, that you’re possibly keen on the idea of a colony tour?”

"If we could manage to afford it, sure. And that's gonna be the biggest rub. Oh, and also mum getting time off. You know the hospital's been busier than usual. Apparently one of its main doctor's has been taking on more back work leaving the rest to cope." She said, shrugging. And intentionally letting her bra-clad breast shift in his hand. "But hey, at least we might be able to say hi to her before I go in for stage three of four of my transition." She said.

William didn’t really buy much in all honesty, some of his income going towards family expenses, but most of it ended up as savings over time. Granted it wasn’t really a topic that came up usually if at all. “I’m sure I can start setting something aside, after all, we had to pay for your procedures first. They aren’t exactly expensive, but me and mum have been splitting the bills. But the money is there if we want to indulge a little”, he explained as hands kneaded breasts. Hopefully he was starting to get good at all this, with cathay being his first ever partner, she and their mum had been his only practice in bed to date. But they had studied a few things, watching porn among other things together.

“Do you think we should get commemorative matching tattoos ya think”, Will asked randomly.

"Matching tattoos? For what?" Cathy asked, looking back at her sibling somewhat confused. "And I've been helping with the bills a bit too! Just, not as much as I'd like to." She muttered, sounding a bit dejected about how little contribution they were making to the house finances. It was just a touch hard to find a good 'interim' job as an engineering student unlike writing. Not a lot of companies would be willing to risk an inexperienced student practicing their trade on major projects, and most were leery about having students do minor ones at that. And so, Cathy had been working at a little corner store near their apartment on the weekends.

“Well to mark the occasion of course, of such a big event for you, and a more permanent memento. Not a whole lot of other options for that kind of thing that I know of”, he clarified, wondering just what other options for such things they had. As for her work at the corner store, he had heard it had become somewhat more popular of late with her behind the register. Will almost wondered if she had started, much less managed to make anything in subs from her streams he suggested a while back. At least it wasn’t the two of them making porn together, or couple cam shows… well physically anyways, his recent doujinshi works were perhaps a bit influenced by such ideas, or much more similarly inspired.

"I mean, my transition is gonna be kind of a hard to forget memento." She pointed out, snorting. As for the streaming... She was still well below the par in subs and viewers to earn anything there. She just wasn't getting the clicks. "After all, I'm gonna be it until the end of my days!"

Given our relationship, including with mum, that makes me wonder what else was going to fall under that category. Embarrassingly, the first thought that came to mind was kids, and the shameful sudden fantasy, of both of them very pregnant. It did leave a lingering warm feeling though, a pleasant pleasedness at the prospect. Now if they’d be open or go with the idea, that's the kicker of a question, he thought further. “Yeah, but so few things are that permanent, or so significant as to honor the event for being so important. I mean like… say we had kids, I’d want a memento for that. Things we could show to them, and point back to the memory as a family… Or, like-”, William began, letting the thought slip unintentionally out as the first example offered, but trailing off slightly as he realized the slip up.

Cathy stopped her movements entirely as she looked at her brother. "Are you sure about that suggestion?" She said, voice somewhat chill. Yes, she was transitioning, yes, the way it was being done would in fact let her get pregnant. She wasn't exactly interested in the idea right now. She had other stuff she needed to focus and work on first and foremost. And waddling around with kids in her gut were definitely not on that list. At least not right now.

It was his turn to freeze stiff, paling as if he thought he said something wrong. Oh shit shit shit, did I just fuck up?! “Oh uh… well I mean… well, there have been many… sort of thoughts.. Like that… Since ya know… so much is different now”, he began, fumbling out the gate to find the words to dig him out of what was feeling like a deepening grave of a topic. He might have also just came a little out of genuine fear, but he couldn’t actually tell whether it was digital or for real. Maybe I'm being rash, or even arrogant, but thinking about it….

Part of me wants to prove our dad wrong. Show him up and do it right. Make a family that feels valid, and not like an afterthought… Like we were to him. I want us to have reasons to not cry anymore, to not think of being a family as a regretful inconvenience. The thoughts were rolling again, and they wouldn’t stop, but neither did the fear of how much her attitude made the ideal feel like a slight against them somehow. All he ever did was think, think, think. What could have been, gone better, somehow gone worse. But possibly blindly now, felt like it could have been, thoughts of what could be and could be right next time. “Maybe you’re right… I’m sure I'd do worse”, he said finally, the unspoken thought in it all finally slipping out. A regretful tear crossing the eye as doubt welled up, enough to make him feel sick.

"I wasn't saying you would do worse." Cathy pointed out, sliding off Will's lap. "I'm just not sure my plans, much less my near future, is gonna involve kids is all." She pointed out, realizing her tone had caused the 'fun' of the moment to completely die a horrible strangled death. "Sorry, didn't mean to make it sound like you were gonna be Dad 2.0." She said, leaning against him and hugging him gently.

“Of course, why would they, things went so well the first time…”, he answered, perhaps a little more bitter then intended. Of course it hadn’t been aimed at her, or even for the comment. However, things got far more tense then what he was ready for, much less ready to overthink. With a swipe of the hand, he cut his connection to the sim, the sound of him moving to leave catching up to his exit in reality.

“Mr. Briar? Where are you going, class is stil-”, the instructor began.

William bit back saying something he’d regret, or more informative than an outsider to their problems needed, “Not feeling well!” He was already out the door at a fast jog, head low to keep his expression out of immediate view. He needed space and time, to stop thinking, stop worrying, to forget and forgive, but also not feel like lashing out at something for what he couldn’t fix. In all likelihood, he was partly over reacting, partly blaming himself, but entirely stuck in the usual thought loop he couldn’t get over yet. It twisted everything he wanted to do, or muddled his intentions with being never sure if any of it was right.

Cathy sighed and picked up her own things. "I'll make sure he's okay Professor." She said, hurrying after her brother, trying to make sure he didn't do something stupid.

Her brother had originally made a beeline to the lot, but instead stumbled off to the side of the entrance to hurl. Having shuffled around the corner, he used the wall as his support before letting the coiled tension in his stomach release with bile results. William hated and had little tolerance for stress in comparison to most, to the point it usually made him physically ill. Originally, he had planned to drive out to the forest to get away from everything for a while, but those plans were now as dashed as his lunch.

"You always did have a weak stomach because of your anxiety." Cathy said, coming up behind her brother and gently rubbing his back. "Feel better?" She asked, noting that he was done hurling when she found him, but it wasn't an assurance he wasn't about to upchuck a bit more.

As it was, she was glad that not many other students were around, to give her brother grief over his current state.

“Not really, now i’m still upset, but also hungry”, he chuckled dryly, giving a bit of sarcastic humor. “I won't bother asking the dumb question of why you followed me.. But it might be best, if I fucked off to the woods for a couple days just away from people in general.” Pulling a pack of napkins from his pocket, began to clean his mouth before popping in a couple of cleaning mints. He could already tell that the stash of stim sticks in the car were going to be burnt through today in his efforts to destress.

Cathy sighed, and continued to rub his back. "Yeah well, lemme get you something to eat now. Soup sound good? That way it's not so rough going down?" She asked, jabbing a thumb towards the parking lot where his car was parked. She'd have to find some way to make it up to him for the whole thing. It was her fault after all.

William could at least stand straight again, the harsh caustic heat in his throat beginning to ebb as well. “Maybe, a deli sounds good, someplace quiet. Hopefully they have ginger ale, otherwise I’ll just stop somewhere and get some before I…. I dunno anymore.” A lot of the energy and bitter resolve he had while storming out was gone now, having almost literally retched it out it felt like. He was torn, part of him wanting to tell her to leave him alone, the other wanting to reach out and pull her in. Both had an apprehension that kept him from enacting either option, so he simply opted to do the easiest thing for now and follow.

Giving a nod, Cathy began to help 'escort' her brother to the car. "A deli with ginger ale it is." She said, gently rubbing his back as they walked.