brother!ryland grace - project jail mary cw: incest, noncon, drugging, oral (both), fingering, creampie, breeding kink
you don't know what to expect after a supposed government agent shoves you into a black suv and tells you that you need to be somewhere. they pick you up right outside your workplace, flash some fancy badges, and wrangle you in.
of course, you fought — who wouldn't? you don't know these men. your fight ends up pointless when you're strapped into the backseat going to middle of nowhere. first a car then a plane for hours and hours.
it only makes sense when you land and spot a familiar face.
"ryland?" you balk as you step off the private jet, which is an insane sentence to consider on its own. "what— what is going on?"
"hey, baby sis," he smiles, throwing his arms open wide.
you reluctantly walk into his embrace, feel him press a kiss to the top of your head.
this isn't normal. he knows this isn't normal. the two of you have gone no-contact since the divorce. barely anyone knows you're even siblings. hell, barely anyone knows you have a sibling. it's been years.
"uh, want to tell me what's up? where are we?" your eyes wander the grounds with a smattering of people rushing to and fro. the 'agents' who had kidnapped you are still standing behind you, waiting.
ryland waves them off. they look at each other then move away.
since when does your awkward older brother have that kind of authority?
"come on." ryland slides an arm around your waist and guides you forward.
he doesn't tell you much. just that it's all classified. he doesn't introduce you to people but he seems friendly enough with everyone that he nods and smiles when he walks past them. some of them patting him on the back to commend him for his "decision." he doesn't explain the bulk of labs or the countless scientists with goggles.
"uh, what exactly do you do now?"
"i'm a scientist."
"for the government?" you quirk an eyebrow.
"something like that," he shrugs and leads you to his room instead.
the place is... what you would expect. it's a bit of a mess. sheets unmade, drawings and sketches on the wall of all sorts of formulas and diagrams that you can't decipher. desk in a corner. no photos. never any photos. ryland's never been good at making friends or keeping them. or family for that matter.
exhibit a: you.
ryland's still smiling softly at you, looking almost sentimental every time he appraises you as the door clicks shut behind him.
you shift in discomfort. "okay, can you tell me what's going on? i've just been picked up and dropped off in the middle of nowhere, apparently by my brother who i haven't seen in years. now, you won't tell me what's going on or why i'm here."
"i'm going to tell you something and i need you not to panic."
naturally, you start panicking.
"i'm going to die."
the words catch you in whiplash. "what?"
"it's this mission. i'm going into space."
"you're going into space?"
his lips tip up in an amused smile. "is that that crazy to believe?"
"ryland, you say a lot of crazy things, it doesn't mean you would do something certifiably insane."
with a sigh, he shrugs. "it came out of nowhere. no one is supposed to make it back, not with the technology and amount of resources we have. i didn't want to do it but i have to. they agreed to fulfill one last wish for me."
you blink.
"and i picked you."
"me?" you gasp, "ryland, we haven't seen each other in forever. why would you think of me?"
ryland steps towards you, searching your eyes as he lifts his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. he cups your cheek and forces you look up at him.
"always thinking about you, baby sis. never stopped. always worried about you."
"when do you leave?"
"tomorrow. so you won't be here that long."
you swallow thickly. even if you haven't seen him in a while, the thought of your brother dying has your stomach sinking. both your parents are long gone. you've never had any aunts or uncles or cousins. you're the only two left of what you would call family.
as you find the words to say, ryland leans down and gently presses his lips against yours. your eyes go wide, body jerking back instinctively when you feel the first touch.
"what are you doing?"
ryland looks a little hurt. "i told you i picked you."
"no, what are you doing? you're my brother. you shouldn't be—" kissing me. you nearly gag at the thought.
"i've always wanted to do that with you, you know. you were always the prettiest girl. no one else i've met could compare."
"ryland," you whisper, backing up until you feel the cool metal of the door against your back. "you shouldn't." your hand reaches for the handle but it won't budge for some reason.
you whip around again to find ryland has come up on you. "you won't fulfill your older brother's last wish?" he murmurs, dipping his head to nose against your cheek.
your stomach turns. "what's your last wish?"
"you. i want to have you."
you feel your breakfast coming back up. "ryland, please. this isn't right. i don't want this."
"sweetheart, you're not the one going into space and dying out there. why can't you just give me this one thing?"
"regardless of what you want, i'm not kissing my own brother," you snap, palms shoving him backwards.
he's never had much strength and stumbles back clumsily. you try the door again but it is to no avail. instead of looking deterred, ryland only sighs. he reaches for something on his bedside table.
pills.
he's handing you pills.
"fuck no."
"it'll make it easier."
"i don't give a fuck. i'm not taking pills from you. not after what you just did. not when i don't even know where the hell i am."
a muscle in his jaw ticks. then he's swooping in. he has a surprising grip as he grabs your jaw and uses his fingers to pry your mouth open. you try to move, shake your head, anything to keep him away, but then he's tossing the pills in and pouring water down your throat until you have no choice but to swallow.
you gag when he releases you, his eyes keeping a careful eye on you.
"what the fuck?! what was that?"
"it'll help. i promise. i had some of the chemists here help me develop that so it's safe. it'll only last a few hours."
hours? your mouth moves. at least, you think it does. but you can't seem to enunciate properly. the words leaving your lips are slurred, like you're blending together a jumble of letters.
your body feels heavy and you lean against the door for support. ryland takes hold of you by both your arms and guides you to his bed, laying you down.
it's soft. you're sinking in. your fingers are tingling.
your mind is a daze, but you're also somehow still strangely aware. the lights just look brighter but ryland hovers over you to block them. he's whispering that he's just here to take care of you and make you feel good. you don't have to resist.
and you couldn't even if you wanted to. your limbs feel like you're being anchored underwater, even if your mind is fully awake. you watch as ryland strips you off your clothes. your blouse goes first, then your slacks.
meanwhile, he's still in that cheesy i need some space graphic t-shirt and jeans.
"beautiful," he murmurs as he traces his finger over the curve of your breasts, just above the hem of your bra. "you always were so gorgeous. thought about this body a lot when you went through your boyfriends growing up. missed you when i left for college. missed you even more when you ended up in a different city for your college."
you protest. you think you do. ryland just regards you, humor dancing in his eyes.
"you can't talk. probably feels too tiring to talk. don't worry, you'll still be able to feel everything. you'll stay awake and you'll remember everything that happens today. i want you to remember today — remember me after i'm long gone."
your eyes sting. a fat tear rolls down the corner of your eye, disappears into your hair. then another but ryland swipes that one away. he sits down next to you and leans down to kiss your forehead again.
his mouth travels softly down the slope of your nose, your cheek, before returning to your lips. you try to pull away but you don't move an inch. instead he slants his lips over yours, gentle and kind like how you always pictured him to be.
not like this.
this isn't your brother. it can't be.
"i know you're scared," ryland whispers, "i am too. this whole thing is happening so fast. they took away my choice, so they gave me the one thing i could choose."
his fingers slowly brush your hair away from your face again. you try to glare but your face only contorts uncomfortably, as much as it can move.
"don't try too hard okay. it's only going to hurt you and tire you out more. all i want is a taste. i just want to know how all those other guys felt with you."
his thumb strokes your bare hip, smoothing over the skin like he's memorizing the textures and dips. he drifts it up to cup your breast, squeezing it gently like he's figuring out how you follow the shape of his fingers. then his thumb runs over your peaked nipple, obvious through the fabric.
he smiles, pleased.
"remember when i came to visit you your junior year? i slept on your couch when you went out. you thought i was sleeping when you came home drunk with another guy. could hear you all night. moaning and whining."
your heart lurches invisibly against your ribcage. of course, you remember. he dropped by unannounced and you already had plans. you left without him. he looked like he was out cold and you've had a crush on that boy cody for so long, that you had to just take him home with you.
"i could hear the pounding through the walls, but i didn't say a thing. i didn't want to ruin your night. because i'm a good brother."
a small whimper slips past your lips. ryland looks partially surprised but doesn't seem to care when you still can't move.
"but all i could picture was hearing you moaning underneath me, what it would be like if i were the reason you were making those cute little noises," ryland grins. "so don't you think i deserve a small reward of my own? one night with you. that's all i want."
ryland pushes down his own pants, freeing his cock. you can't turn your head, but your heart begins to race. fear. anticipation. the uncertainty of it all has you on edge. he turns your head and tugs you closer.
your eyes widen when you see the size of him. he's tall, of course he's big. while it isn't too thick, it's long. long enough that you feel your inside clench in worry at the sight.
"let me give you a taste, baby sister." his thumb lands on your bottom lip, drawing it down until your jaw is hanging open. he uses his fingers to pull your tongue out slightly, just enough for him to slide the tip onto it.
the first touch has him groaning.
"i can feel your warm breath. especially when you're panicking like this. i already know you're going to feel so nice and hot around my cock," ryland rasps as he pushes his cock in deeper.
you have no energy to resist. you simply let him take.
he fucks into your mouth carefully, enough to avoid your teeth and your lipstick smears along his cock. it's messy and clumsy but he seems to be enjoying himself. you can feel him growing on your tongue, stretching out your lips.
"f-fuck, that feels so good. so tight. perfect little mouth. i always knew you'd feel so good around me. knew i'd fit perfectly in here."
he hits the back of your throat, prompting you to choke, closing in around his cock. however, your lips still don't move, so it's a vibration around his cock.
ryland lets out a groan as he does it again, feels it again. "that's amazing. gag's still working but it feels even better like this. can't even bite down on me. your mouth's so sweet, taking me so well."
while he continues to slide his cock into your mouth, his hand reaches down to tug your breasts free. he pinches and pulls on your nipples, tweaking them until he can see your pulse jump in your veins. he breathes heavily, panting as he relishes in the heat of your throat, glasses fogging up as he does so.
pearls of precum fall onto your tongue. bitter and lingering. you can't even swallow so the flavor just... stays.
his hips begin to stutter and, for a moment, all you can feel is relief. relief that once he cums, it'll be over. maybe he'll let you go.
but another part of you — one that you continue to deny — feels a different type of relief. the kind that tightens between your legs. a familiar warmth blooming in your core like you're taking some sick pleasure in him doing this.
the loss of control, you made mindless under his ministrations, it's a relief from your day to day. you're exhausted. so maybe, just maybe, having your big brother take control of you — do all the thinking for you — can feel nice.
"s-shit, i can't," ryland pulls out with a hiss, circling his fingers around the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming. "you feel too good. such a little temptress, you. but i want to cum in you."
your heart jolts again, an electric current shocking your entire system, nearly enough for your finger to twitch.
"but i want to make you feel good too. i want to make sure you're taken care of," ryland whispers and kneels before you on the mattress. he drags your panties down slowly, tossing it onto his desk with zero intention of ever returning it to you.
you can imagine him up in space, wrapping the fabric around his cock and jerking himself off with it. imagining that you were up there with him. picturing what it would be like if it was your pussy again.
before you know it, ryland's propping up both your legs over his shoulders and inhaling deep between them. "you smell so sweet. so wet."
he traces a finger over your pussy lips, the moisture sticky and clinging onto his fingertip. he grins up at you before he dips his tongue in tentatively.
every nerve in your body comes alive. every drag of his tongue sparks a new fire inside of you, setting off a stream of fireworks that would have you arching off the bed if you could move. for someone with limited experience, ryland knows exactly how to use his tongue.
you almost wish you could see him instead of the ceiling. see how your brother is eating out your pussy. you can hear the slurping, the moans that spill from his lips as he seems to take much pleasure in pleasing you.
"oh, i'm sorry. you can't even see."
ryland's disappearance leaves you at a loss, feeling almost cold between your legs as he comes up next to you. he shifts your body, propping you up against a pillow so you can get a good view of him as he returns between your legs.
he smiles sweetly up at you before he dives back in.
the experience is excruciating. you feel the urge to bury your fingers in his messy hair, push him down deeper to grind your pussy against his mouth. ryland's eyes peek up at you from above his glasses, watching you as he continues to lick and finger you, pushing a finger then two.
you aren't a virgin and you haven't exactly been celibate so it doesn't take him much effort. however, when he adds a third, you can feel the slight pinch. your pussy clamps down in resistance.
"already?" ryland says, looking almost pitiful. "how are you going to take my cock, baby sis?"
the weight of his words settle heavy in your gut. my cock. baby sis. two things that shouldn't belong in the same sentence but here you are.
"you think you're ready?"
you let out a noise. your muddled, pleasure-addled brain can't even tell what you're trying to say. ryland takes it as agreement.
he beams, "always the overachiever."
ryland goes back on his knees between your legs, palms stroking up your calves, to your thighs, before he's dragging you forward, his hips meeting yours. you can feel the press of his cock against your pussy lips. warm. his cock jumps, precum dribbling from the tip as he hungrily drinks you in.
"so pretty like this for me," he moans quietly, dragging his cock along your slick folds, tip catching onto your clit.
you jerk slightly with a small whimper.
"you seem to be getting your movement back. just means you'll enjoy this so much more."
his tongue peeks out as he slowly positions himself before you, angling his cock to sink slowly into your tight pussy. his eyes remain glued on you, on the way your lips open up to take him in, the way they curve around him, wrapping tight.
the burn is intense, you can feel your fingers trembling, hips quivering as he sinks himself into you with a groan. you can see his eyes rolling to the back of his head, slamming shut as the vein on his neck throbs with what exists of his self restraint.
"f-fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. you have the perfect mouth, but your pussy feels even better. she's squeezing me so tight. persistent little thing," he coos almost patronizingly.
your ass lifts off the bed as he drags you closer, pushes in deeper. his fingers are greedy on your hips, sinking into the flesh to leave pretty bruises to remember him by.
he mutters how wonderful you feel, praises you for doing so well for him. for being such a good, obedient little sister. for granting his last wish.
he tells you that you're perfect and your toes curl.
lungs devoid of air and stomach burning with desire. you feel heat course through every inch of you.
"you just like being praised, don't you?" he coaxes sweetly. "my beautiful sister. this has been my dream. i know you can't see it now, but this is because i love you. i'm doing this for you too."
a whimper crawls up your throat. how is this for me? you want to scream. this is so incredibly wrong.
ryland groans. "i felt you tighten, feels even better."
he pumps himself in and out of you with fervor, a thirst to absolutely devour you. filthy promises to make sure you're all taken care of, to make sure you are fully satisfied fall from his mouth.
you can see how the sweat beads his forehead as he pushes into you deeper each time, faster. he's close, you can feel it.
your own stomach squeezes when you realize.
he doesn't have a condom on.
"con—" you manage to wheeze out past the desert in your throat.
"what's that, sweetheart?"
your lips form the words, but the letters come out stilted.
ryland's eyes still brighten. "condom?"
you nod slowly, painfully.
"we don't need that, do we?"
your body jerks.
"don't worry your pretty little head. i'm gonna cum inside you."
another whine slides past your lips.
"i'm gonna put a baby in you, gonna make sure our family lives on. you can't let it die. don't worry. they're paying me enough to take care of you and our kid. promise you'll be good."
"r-ryland," you gasp, voice a fragile whisper.
it all feels so warm. his cock fills you up, stretches you out, burning warm between your legs in a heat that feels strangely unfamiliar to you. it's nothing you've ever felt before.
the desire isn't foreign, but the sheer intensity of it is unexpected. it slams into you like a freight train.
"that's it, oh god," ryland moans as he drives deep into you again, cock hitting that delicious spot inside you again and again. "fuck, say my name again. say it."
your eyes squeeze closed as you shake your head slowly. your cunt squeezing around him in denial.
"come on. please. won't you do this one thing for your brother?"
"ryland," you croak painfully.
your brother shudders above you, presses your legs up more as he drills into you until his cock touches the entrance of your womb. it's unbelievable. your belly coils tight, pleasure taut in every inch of your muscle.
"i want you to cum around me. i want you to cum around your brother's cock."
"ryland, please."
he presses down enough to kiss you again, tongue swiping along your bottom lip as he drinks in your cries. "just like that. you sound so cute begging. maybe i should've just taken you. shouldn't have even given you anything."
"n-no, d-don't want—" your words choke out in your throat when ryland picks up the pace again.
"gonna cum. gonna fill you up. gonna make sure it takes before i leave. we have all the time in the world. i'm going to make sure it sticks. i'll fuck you over and over again, until i ruin you for every other man."
his promises, coupled with the force of his thrusts, and the fact that he's your brother hurtles you over the edge. you're falling off the cliff into a blinding, white-hot pleasure that completely consumes you.
you feel like you're both underwater and taking a breath for the first time. your pussy pulses around his cock, milking him as you feel him pour into you. warm and sticky, creating a mess between your legs.
ryan stammers pleased noises in your ear as the last of his cum spurts into you.
"good girl. such a good girl. don't worry. we'll make sure our family survives this. i promise you that."
and you can't do anything but take it.
a/n: i woke up thinking about this specific idea yesterday so i put pen to paper. you can certainly count on me to destroy a purely sweet character. if you enjoyed this, please like/reblog/comment. kisses! — divider by @/rmstitanics
