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After a fourth shitty first date in a row, Rey is close to swearing off relationships entirely.

She knew going into all those fancy apps that the pool is smaller now that she’s in her forties. She knew she’d be picky, more discerning, after the divorce. She knew it would be an uphill journey to find love again.

But geez, this is a lot worse than she could’ve ever imagined. It is rough for people looking for a relationship right now.

Once she’s showered off any last lingering of her earlier date’s cloying cologne, Rey thoroughly towels off and avoids making eye contact with the mirror. She’s 41. She’s also a decent baker, a proficient HR manager, and a wicked lay. So much more than her age and her once taut, trim muscles that have since given way to softness around her thighs and stomach.

Sometimes when she looks in the mirror, it’s hard to remember all those wonderful things.

Even harder to remember being desired when the scant few times she’s had sex after the divorce—fifteen and a half months ago but who’s counting?—left her more unfulfilled and hollow than the last.

Rey is in her sexual prime, for fuck’s sake. Why is it so hard to find someone who can keep up with her?

Maybe she’ll get a dog. Unconditional love and furry companionship could patch the gaping loneliness in her.

Angling her phone so she can take a photo of her breasts while making sure her face isn’t in frame, Rey snaps four shots in a row. All of them are somehow blurry. She takes more pictures, then scrutinizes each pixel in them to see if there’s nothing identifiable. Nothing can lead back to her.

A glass of white wine and a post to /r/milfs under her anonymous Reddit account later, Rey rolls into bed and has a restless sleep. The same restless sleep she’s been having since her new neighbours moved in a handful of weeks ago. 

They’re two young men she’s only ever given passing glances since she doesn’t usually make a habit of interacting with folks in the neighbourhood. The last of her social skills died alongside her easygoing, trusting demeanor in the courthouse.

One day she’ll knock on their door and tell them to shut up with the loud rough housing in their yard and the heavy rock after midnight.

One day.

Who the hell rings the doorbell at 6am on a Saturday?!

When Rey whips the door open wearing only the fluffy robe she managed to snag on her way out of bed, she’s ready to give whatever solicitor on her step some hell. Sure, it’s a friendly area. People chat. Mingle. But at this hour, someone better be dying.

“G’morning,” rumbles a deep voice, accompanied by a toothy grin that screams danger. Rey squints as she cranes her neck back to look at him. “I’m Kylo. My brother and I live next door. Can I borrow some milk? Was just making my protein shake and didn’t realise we were out of bags.”

There’s a big, fit man in 3 inch shorts and a muscle tank that barely covers either of his pecs on her front step.

Blinking, it takes every scrap of willpower for her to stop ogling him—Kylo. Her neighbour. 

Not a young piece of man meat. 

Although judging by the look on his face, he seems like he’d be just peachy being objectified by her.

“I’m sorry?”

Kylo grins down at her, like he can peer right into her thoughts. “Can I borrow some milk?” He holds up a shaker bottle.

“Um, yeah. Okay,” Rey makes a nervous, strangled, semi-laughing noise, “sure. One moment.”

A few steps after she’s pivoted and headed to the kitchen, rapidly running hands through her definitely disheveled hair, Kylo calls out to her, “Don’t you want this?”

“Right.” She moves back to Kylo to get the bottle. Get it together! “All the way to the top?”

“Halfway is fine, thanks.”

Rey pokes her head out into the hall. The sash of her robe loosens with the movement, and her robe slightly sags off her shoulder. Still on the steps, Kylo’s eyes narrow at the three fingers of newly exposed skin.

“I only have 2%. Is that okay?” 

His gaze burns a trail across her shoulder and over the pattern of freckles that resemble the Cassiopeia constellation if you squint. Or you’re plastered.

When Kylo makes eye contact with her again, his easy grin returns. “Perfect,” he says, and she can’t tell if that’s a compliment for her or her milk choices. A minute later, he’s accepting the shaker bottle back from Rey, letting his fingers brush against hers all the while he stares at her like he wants to have her for his post-workout snack instead. “Thanks, miss…”

“Rey,” she supplies. “Just Rey is okay.” She hasn’t reached that age where she’d prefer a young adult to refer to her as ‘miss’ anything. Probably never will.

“Rey,” Kylo says thoughtfully, tasting her name on his tongue. He must like it because he winks at her, offers a sultry thanks, then hops off the front steps to return home.

It’s not until she closes her door with tingling hands that Rey finally takes a breath.

What just happened?

After a busy day of catching up on errands she can’t be assed to do during the week, Rey rewards herself with takeout and reality TV. She was good all day.

Pulling into her driveway after a long Costco trip that left her with a hole in her wallet and a general frustration with people’s lack of spatial awareness, she tells herself she can turn off her brain and melt into the sofa the second she lugs all her groceries inside. If she takes down the laundry too, she can order dessert—the expensive, bougie bakery treats from twenty minutes away.

“Need a hand?”

Rey nearly drops the case of soda she’s hauling out of her trunk. Her head swivels towards the voice. Eyes widen at the approaching tower of a man who looks familiar but not at the same time. This guy isn't wearing skimpy workout gear.

Before she can respond, her neighbour—Kylo? The other one?—lifts the case out of her arms and braces it on a broad shoulder. 

Tone less boisterous than Kylo’s but just as self-assured, he helps himself to a glance into the trunk then grabs the 10kg bag of flour without so much as a grunt. “Could you get the door for me, sweetheart?”

Part of her wants to bristle at the presumptuousness. It’s hard, though, when the endearment comes out in a purr.

Still, Rey lets her neighbour wait on the steps for a beat or two while she retrieves a smaller, lighter box with bagels, a clamshell case of mixed greens, and various condiments. What frustrates her is he doesn’t seem to mind watching her amble over, keys still in her purse. He's not even out of breath.

“Where do you want these?”

“Kitchen please.” She gestures down the hall. “Just down there and on your right.”

It’s not normal to let some stranger into her house, right? Even if he is attractive and helpful. Curse her weakness for men filling out a plain white tee, a baseball cap, and shorts.

“Thanks, by the way,” Rey finally remembers to say, even though she didn’t ask for help to begin with. “You saved me an extra couple trips back out there.”

Flour and pop get gently deposited onto the patterned tile. He cracks his knuckles and brazenly takes in the state of Rey’s spotless home, the same gentle, disarming smile still on his face. “‘S not a problem. I’m happy to help, and you gave my brother some milk the other day so it’s like we’re even now. I’m Ben.”

“Well, thank you anyway, Ben. I’m Rey.”

His smile widens, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I know.” His phone dings in his pocket, and Ben pulls it out with a frown. “I gotta head out, but it was nice to finally talk. I’ll see you around!”

Ben departs as suddenly as he appeared, leaving Rey standing in her kitchen with her mind reeling, replaying that entire interaction again and again like a skipping record. She feels off-kilter as she puts away groceries.

Are all 20-something year-old guys so forward?

The worst part is it seems to be working for her. 

Ugh, she needs to get laid.

[bigdickdawg] Smoking hawt baby 🥵🥵 You have perfect tits I wanna suck on. DM me

[NSFWThrowaway99] step on me pls pls pls pls i’ll b soooo good for u mommy

Rey swipes away notifications popping up on her phone with a giddy smile. Another day, another post to /r/milfs after a bout of feeling sorry for herself. One of the matches she was cautiously hopeful about meeting for a date ended up asking her for nudes within three messages, then, of course, started taking cheap shots at her age and single status while she gave him a piece of her mind right before unmatching.

So, she needed the pick-me-up. The ridiculous comments that filter in are always fun when they’re not horrendously creepy. Her nudes are for when she wants to share them, damn it!

Her thumb pauses, hovering over the screen when another notification appears. This time a comment from a username she recognizes.

[Double_Trouble] so lucky to have the best milf gracing us with another delicious treat. yum.

At first, Rey didn’t give them a second thought. But then they began popping up under every new post she made, almost always within the first fifteen minutes, with a comment that parroted the general horniness of others but never strayed into skeevy territory.

Can you fault her for getting curious?

So what if she checked the profile late one night, face flaming when she saw a handful of their own posts under equally NSFW subreddits.

A short video of two men, their faces also carefully out of frame, jerking themselves off in a dim bedroom, moans and grunts pitching higher as they shoot thick ropes of cum onto identical six pack abs.

A selfie of their cocks in what looked to be a public bathroom, thick shafts pressed together, bases fisted with large, veiny hands. The title a simple ‘Post pump high’ .

Look, what Rey did or did not do to herself with the help of her vibrator that night is nobody’s business but her own. She’s only human, and they’re hot. That’s it.

That’s what she tells herself when she responds to Double_Trouble’s comment—the only ones she ever acknowledges for reasons she doesn’t want to dwell on.

[JustNobody] Flatterer 😘

Not even a minute later, her phone dings again.

[Double_Trouble] we could do more than just that.

Halfway through a third episode of her beloved trashy reality show, her doorbell rings.

Rey doesn’t recall Doordashing her neighbour in a threadbare, cropped t-shirt and basketball shorts, but there’s one on her steps regardless.

“Hi…” Which one is he again?

“Kylo,” he helpfully supplies, leaning against her door frame. Kylo jerks a thumb behind him at his twin currently lugging a beat-up lawnmower out from their garage. “We’re just about to cut our grass. We’d be happy to do yours too if you’re cool with it! I didn’t want to do anything without asking first, y’know? In case you’re weirdly attached to your lawn or something.”

Her eyes widen at the offer. “Oh, yeah, that would be wonderful. Thank you.”

“No problem.” Kylo beams a bright smile down at her, gaze roaming over the exposed skin for a fleeting second. It’s only now she remembers she’s just wearing a thin cami—it’s hot out!—and a matching pair of sheer shorts. He laughs when her arms instinctively shield her stomach but mercifully shifts off the frame to leave, but not before throwing a wink over his shoulder and a succinct, “Yum.”

She chokes and shuts the door fast, almost rudely so, then slides down to the floor with heat blossoming in her cheeks.

It’s impossible to refocus on her show afterwards. Especially when every so often a shirtless Ben—she’s beginning to catalogue their differences, like Ben’s fluffier hair and Kylo’s pierced ears—passes by her living room window, sweat glistening over every corded inch of muscle. He waves at her when he notices her staring, drinking in the sight of her splayed out on her couch in that same hungry way his brother did.

Rey gives up on the TV after that, distracting herself in the kitchen as she makes a pitcher of strawberry lemonade. And by ‘make’ she means dissolve a frozen can of concentrate in some water.

Once she hears the roar of the lawn mower cut, she sticks her head out the front door and calls the boys inside for ice-cold lemonade and blasting AC. She tries not to laugh at the gusto in which they bound over. For two strapping young men who could probably throw her over their shoulder with ease, they do remind her of overeager puppies.

The way they gulp down the drinks she hands them, pink liquid nearly sloshing over the rim of the glass, tongues licking up stray beads left behind on their lips, doesn’t help the comparison either.

“Fuck, that really hit the spot,” Kylo groans, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Yeah, thanks, Rey.” Washed glasses clink as Ben sets them on the dish rack. “Anything else we can do for you? We’re free all afternoon.”

Her brow knit together at the hint of something laced in his words.

“No, no,” Rey waves off his offer, “you’re sweet. You two have done more than enough, and you didn’t have to bag up the clippings too! I could’ve done that later.”

“But they were heavy. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” Kylo says.

Rey's lips purse at the implication that she’s weak. “I’m sure I would’ve been fine. I’m not ancient, you know.”

Lifting the end of his shirt, Ben uses it to dab the sweat near his hairline, giving her an unfiltered view of an impressive set of abs. He’s grinning as his shirt flutters back down into place. “We know. You’re whatever age beautiful women peak at.”

Kylo snorts and shoves his brother. “Shut the fuck up, man.”

Ben shoves Kylo right back, knocking Kylo’s shoulder into the pantry and rattling the door angrily. The bang knocks Rey out of her stunned state following Ben’s compliment.

“Tell me I’m wrong.” Ben smirks.

She crosses her arms over her chest, recovering. “Alright, alright, get outta here before you make a mess of my kitchen,” she tells them, tone light but still firm.

As the twins thank her again for the generic, store-brand lemonade and filter out of her home, Rey swears she hears one of them mutter, “Rather make a mess of your bed,” and the other utter back, “Soon, bro.”

After the day she had the Solo twins practically slobbering all over her kitchen, Rey sees Ben and Kylo all the time.

Gone are the days when she could be a recluse after work; at least three times a week, the boys invite themselves over, always with some half-baked reasoning. Kylo burnt instant ramen in the microwave so the house smells terrible, can they come over for supper? Ben thought he pulled something on a run this morning, can he get her to double check the spot? Her door looked unlocked and they had to let her know because otherwise it wouldn’t be safe for her, and since they’re already there, what is she watching? Can they join?

They never show up empty handed though. Silver linings. Rey hasn’t had this much cheap beer, pizza, and chips since her uni days.

“How do you guys stay in shape if this is all you eat?” Rey asks one evening right after Ben admitted their diet consists mainly of takeout and frozen meals since neither of them can cook.

Currently, she’s sandwiched on her too small sofa between Kylo and Ben. The former is tilting a chip bag right into his mouth, catching the last of the crumbs, and the latter is nursing a beer.

“We work out a lot,” they respond in unison.

“That’s not gonna last forever,” Rey says, trying to hide the grumble that wants to come out. Stupid young guys and their stupid metabolisms. “Ordering out all the time must add up too. You guys should really learn how to cook.”

After crumpling the empty bag into a little ball, Kylo stretches his arm over the back of the sofa. His fingers graze over her shoulder, blunt nails raising gooseflesh where they drag over her skin. “Is that your way of telling us you wanna teach us? Aw, we wanna spend more time with you too, Rey!”

“That is not what I said.” 

Still, she laughs, squirming away from Kylo when the teasing touches start to tickle. There’s nowhere to go though, and Rey ends up pressing further into Ben’s side. Not like he minds, given how he seamlessly lifts her legs to lay across his lap, hand resting over her knees.

At this point it’s clear as day she needs to return to her dating app; instead of shooting straight to her feet and demanding her neighbours leave, she continues to stay put, partially draped over a man way too young for her. But that can start again tomorrow.

Tonight, she’s going to enjoy their company.

Ben caresses her knee. “How about Friday? Kylo and I can pick up some stuff for an easy recipe and come over in the evening.”

“You’re gonna come by no matter what I say, aren’t you?” Rey levels a knowing stare at Ben, who gives her a lopsided grin.

“Yeah. Probably.”

“So Friday? You, me, Benny, spaghetti and meatballs?” Kylo threads his fingers through Rey’s hair, gently massaging her scalp. “‘S hard to fuck up spaghetti and meatballs, right?” 

Ben adds, “And we’ll bring wine. Show you we can be mature and fancy too.”

Rey’s reply comes in a half-sigh, half-murmur, “Sure. That’s fine. Just come ready to cook.”

While her eyelids grow heavier, vision going fuzzy around the edges, she misses how both men stiffen around her and lock eyes, subtly adjusting themselves when the gentle pressure from Kylo’s hands elicit another satisfied sigh.

[Double_Trouble] woooooof it’s a damn good day when ms nobody is out here sharing her hotness with us

“What’s got you all smiley?” Kylo throws an arm around Rey’s shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of her phone screen.

“Didn’t your mom ever tell you it’s rude to snoop?” Rey rolls her eyes as Kylo deftly dodges her incoming half-hearted swat.

“No,” Ben chimes in from his place by the stove, one hand stirring a thickening Bolognese and the other pocketing his phone. “We’d listen if you told us though.” 

“Yeah, I wanna get scolded by you.” Kylo clasps his hands under his chin, batting his lashes too hard and too slow so it looks like he’s got something in his eye.

“You’re both ridiculous.” Shaking her head, Rey shuffles past Kylo’s bulky body to reach the stove, peering into the bubbling sauce pot. She doesn’t stop Ben when he pulls her in closer to his side with an arm around her waist. “Make sure you’re scraping the bottom every so often while you’re stirring. We don’t want anything to burn.”

He squeezes her hip. “Yes ma’am.”

“Kylo, can you check on the meatballs?” Rey tips her head in the direction of the whirring air fryer while she strains the spaghetti.

“Yes’m.” Did he just pat her ass? “They’re still kinda pink.”

Blinking, Rey’s focus abruptly returns to the present when Kylo calls her name again. “Huh?”

“The meatballs still look raw. How much time should I add to the thing?” he asks.

“Oh. Um, let me see.”

Between the three of them, they manage to whip up a decent dinner, if Rey may say so. Of course, it took them longer than if she had just done it herself, but by the end of the night, they’re all full and satisfied with enough left over for the twins to take home. They’re already asking to come over for another cooking lesson after the weekend.

“No can do. I have plans,” Rey says. A date, actually, but that’s none of their business.

“What kinda plans?” Kylo snags a fourth piece of garlic bread and rips a hunk off with his teeth. “Can we come?”

Under the table, Ben kicks Kylo’s shin. “Bro.”

“Ow, you fuck!”

“Sorry, Kylo, not this time,” Rey interjects, distracting the boys away from a full-blown fight. 

She doesn’t know why she’s apologising. Or why she feels guilty about going on a date to begin with. It’s not like she’s doing something wrong.

Through a shut and latched window, bass-heavy electronic music still leaks into the bedroom. Most of the time Rey doesn’t feel her age. But sometimes, like when her neighbours are throwing what seems to be a biweekly rager, the spirit of ‘get off my lawn!’ courses through her veins. You can take the boys out of the frat, but…

Ben and Kylo had invited her because they're nice boys. They did another poor rendition of batting eyelashes (eyelashes too long for either of them to truly appreciate) way too slowly, promising she’d have fun. She’d politely declined. Spending a Saturday night surrounded by drunk, high, and beyond 20-somethings sounds like a nightmare to her. 

Even if two of those inebriated 20-somethings are flirty and fun. With hands that constantly wander. That would probably feel really good pushing her thighs apart, tugging down her panties—

For god’s sake.

Lately, it feels like being horny is second nature to Rey. Like dandelions in spring, the unbidden urges continue to crop up after she thought she’d plucked the last one.

Doesn’t help when fertilizers live next door.

Unplugging her vibrator from the charger, Rey rolls into bed and gets comfily situated under her two blankets and several hundred pillows. Most nights have gone this way for the last couple weeks. Her thumb moves on its own, opening up Double_Trouble’s Reddit profile and navigating to their posts. She saw they’d made a new one just a few hours ago and saved watching it for later, as a treat.

They’re in a dark room—basement, maybe, since the walls look unfinished and there’s a peek of gym equipment behind one of them, of course they’re gym bros—shirtless in matching grey sweats, waistbands tucked under full, heavy balls as they lazily jerk their cocks. Only visible from the neck down, but holy shit is it already a good view.

Rey bumps up the volume on her phone. No sound. Darn.

Her breath catches when the buzzing tip of her vibrator bumps against her clit, just as one of the guy’s on her phone wraps a hand around both leaking cocks, pumping faster and faster. Their abs tighten. Their shoulders shake. Rey plunges her toy into her pussy, fucking herself on it in time with the strokes. Wets her lips when the other guy flicks his friend’s nipple, pinches and tugs, both hips sharply bucking seconds before they climax.

The last thing Rey sees before her orgasm hits her is pearly cum trickling down a white-knuckled fist, dripping down spent balls. By the time she catches her breath, the video is over, and she catches her reflection in the darkened screen of her phone, panting and wide-eyed.

[JustNobody] That was really sexy.

Is it possible to die from boredom?

So far this date has passed in a blur. Rey’s mind is in a fugue state. One moment she’s opening the door to a meek older gentleman with a round, red face and equally round glasses, and the next she’s excusing herself from the restaurant table to go to the restroom.

Locking the stall door, Rey finally blows out a breath, suddenly exhausted. How has it only been forty-five minutes? 

Her date is nice enough—held her chair out, gave her a milquetoast compliment about her hair (why is it always the hair that only gets compliments once you reach a certain age?)—but good lord is he dull.

A quick peek at her phone; something to tide her over for the rest of the evening. She knows she’ll find what she’s looking for:

[Double_Trouble] red is def your colour. world’s best milf looks good enough to eat

Right before Rey’s date picked her up, she took a few pictures of herself all dolled up, brand new lacy lingerie and all (doesn’t matter if her date definitely will not be seeing it at this point) to post to /r/milfs. In the photos, her breasts were pushed up, nearly spilling out of the cups, and she’d angled the phone to capture her red lips in the photo. The second one featured a tease of her pussy lips through the slightly see-through panel of her matching red panties.

It’s been too long since she’s felt this hot. Obviously she was going to document it.

After a dinner that couldn’t go by fast enough, Rey has never been happier to see her driveway. Seatbelt unbuckled and fingers wrapped around the door handle, she all but leaps out of the car the second her date rolls into a slow stop. He doesn’t get out. She doesn’t want him to. They exchange pleasant goodbyes. Both of them know this is the last time they’ll see each other.

“Who’s that?”

“Jesus!” Rey clutches her chest, spinning on her heels. On their front porch, leaning over the railing and faces lit only by the dull ember at the end of a cigarette pinched between two thick fingers, she barely makes out the unimpressed expressions on Kylo and Ben’s faces. “Don’t scare me like that! You almost gave me a heart attack.”

Ben passes the cigarette to Kylo. He echoes his brother’s question. “Who was that?”

From halfway up her driveway, Rey casts her strongest disappointed stare at them. “You shouldn’t smoke; it’s bad for you. Put that out.”

Impertinent, Kylo makes a show out of taking a drag and exhales a plume of wispy smoke to the side.

“Kylo.”

Now he’s all scolded puppy, tail tucked and big eyes so pathetic as obediently tosses the butt, grinding it into dust with the heel of his slides.

Silly of her to think she could distract the twins from their curiosity quest with a simple scolding. Without a word, they follow her as her heels click up her front steps, cage her between their bodies and the door while she fishes around her clutch for her keys.

“Was that a date?” Ben’s head dips down as Rey jiggles the key into the stuck lock. Sniffs the hairspray threaded through her curled hair. “You look really hot tonight. Like, more than you usually do.”

“Yeah. Good enough to eat.” Kylo’s weighted murmur travels down her spine like sticky-sweet syrup, pools in the pit of her stomach where all the things that make her thighs clench together end up.

Ben shoulders the door open further for him and his brother after Rey slips in first. “He didn’t walk you in—didn’t even try to come inside. What a fucking loser. You’re not gonna see him again, right?”

“That’s really none of your business. And I don’t remember inviting you two over.”

Ben and Kylo don’t even bother to appear ashamed as they make themselves at home once again, sandals half dangling off the shoe rack where they clumsily abandoned them. So drained from the night she’s had, Rey doesn’t protest either when Ben brings her back to his chest with an arm banded around her waist, keeping her steady while Kylo bends down to remove her heels.

“Y’know,” Kylo growls at the dainty, finicky buckles as he struggles to undo them with clumsy hands, “if you wanted some company, you could’ve just come over and asked us, babe. We’d give this bangable body ‘a yours the attention it deserves.”

“Excuse me?” Rey gasps. Then again, less affronted and more in pleasure, as Kylo massages her foot now that her toes aren’t being pinched by her shoes.

Until this very second, her neighbours next door were merely eye candy. Fit, broad bodies usually in various states of undress she admires in passing when they’re working out in their garage-turned-gym or suntanning and drinking beers on the porch. 

A decadent dessert Rey denies herself because she knows it’s not good for her.

“You’re pent up, aren’t you, sweetheart? You didn’t mean to go looking for dick away from home… didn’t mean to make us sad on purpose. You’re just feeling needy.” Ben’s hand spans her flip-flopping stomach, pressing her firmly against him. The half-hard bar of his erection brands a line into her back. “‘S hard to make good choices when you wanna get laid so bad.”

“That’s not it—hey!”

The world blurs, suddenly shifts as she’s tossed over Kylo’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’ll make it all better,” he drawls.

Of all the places Rey would think she’d be taken hostage, she would not have ranked her own home highly on that list.

Once her ass is sinking into her bed, her brain finally catches up, and Rey holds up her hands as Ben and Kylo slip out of their shirts in that cocky kind of way where they flip up the end of the tees with one hand then peel it off. “Hey, hey! What the hell are you doing?”

Two puzzled faces glance back at her.

“Thought we were gonna fuck—”

“We’re gonna fuck—”

“No, we are not!” Rey scrambles to sit up, righting the slipping straps of her dress back onto her freckled shoulders. “This is totally inappropriate. You two need to leave.”

Prey. That’s what she is right now, breath coming short as two dangerous men stalk closer.

“Why? You don’t want us?”

“You’d let some old fuck who couldn’t be assed to walk you to the door hit over us?”

“I wasn’t going to let him screw me,” Rey hisses.

Ben sets a knee on the bed, bracketing her thigh. His hands rest on either side of her hips. “Why’re you wearing lingerie then?”

She sputters. “I’m not—how did you know—you can’t even see it!”

“Oh, we saw it.” Kylo’s weight dips the mattress as he settles behind her, snapping her bra strap. “Saw the lacy little thing you’ve got on under this, how your pussy looks in those panties. We just thought it would’ve been for us, Miss Nobody. We’ve been waiting forever.”

Realization crashes into her with the gentleness of a bullet train. The knowing looks. The weighted compliments that always sounded so familiar. The increase of Ben and Kylo’s presence in her life matching the uptick in Double_Trouble’s comments.

“Took you long enough.” Ben smirks when understanding shines on Rey’s face. “‘S not like we’ve been subtle about it.”

“Good enough to eat,” Kylo purrs. Tugs on her earlobe with his teeth.

“Most fuckable milf on this planet.” Ben’s hands glide up her thighs, pushing up her dress. “Yum.”

“Yum,” Kylo repeats.

“You two…” Her breath catches as Kylo trails kisses down her jaw. “But you… your account. The videos. You’re brothers!”

“Sure are.”

“That big brain of yours makes you so much hotter. You’re the perfect girl, baby.”

They’re messing with her. Talking down. Rey can feel their cheeky smiles against her bare skin, the rough drag of calloused palms hard-earned through years of lifting graze up her thighs and under her breasts. 

When did her dress come off?

“How did you—Careful! If you rip it, you’re buying me a new one!—how’d you know it was me?” 

Despite the initial reservation, she lets Kylo undo the clasps of her bra, shuddering when his warm hands soon replace it as he cups her breasts, squeezing. They barely fill his palms.

This all feels too good already to stop.

Finger hooked in the waistband of her panties as he tugs them down her thighs, Ben drawls, like the big reveal of her secret identity is so droll and so obvious he shouldn’t have to say it, just as Kylo taps her shoulder: 

“Your freckles.”

Fuck. The star-like smattering of freckles that should have been edited out. She knew she was missing something.

“You don’t gotta worry,” Kylo coos. He guides Rey down onto her back, pinching her nipples as he leans over her with a grin. “We only figured it out ‘cause we like you so much.”

“We spend so much time staring at you.” Rey’s panties are tucked into the pocket of Ben’s sweats. He shoulders her thighs apart like a brute, the sudden stretch zipping along her hamstrings. “Can’t believe I finally get to see your pussy in person. Never been so fucking patient before.”

That’s it. That’s all the preamble she gets before Ben thumbs her folds apart and his mouth descends on her like he’s starved. It’s sloppy and clumsy, his tongue flattening over her slit and collecting her nectar, lapping at her clit while he hurriedly shoves his sweats down to let his cock spring out, slapping against his abs. It leaves behind a shiny patch of precum that darkens the trail of hair leading down to his crotch.

Pillow fluff between Rey’s ears as she can’t help but moan, lacing her fingers in Ben’s fluffy hair, thrusting her hips up to grind her slick cunt against his lips. Has them glossing with her slick by the time Kylo appears beside his brother. He wrenches Ben’s head back, snarling at the already glazed-over expression of bliss on Ben’s face.

“Dick. We’re s’posed to share.” Kneeling, Kylo wedges himself beside Ben, knocking their shoulders together as he folds one of Rey’s legs up until her ankle is by her ears to make enough space for him. And even then, just barely.

Ben lifts her other leg, mimics Kylo’s grasp on the back of her thigh as he licks his lips. “Not my fault you’re too slow, man.”

Exhaling through her teeth, Rey lifts her head enough to glare at them. “Are you gonna keep bickering like little boys or make good on all that talk? I can still call my date back if that’s what you want.”

She feels the rumbles of their growls against her folds before she hears them, followed by the thunk of two hard skulls bumping in their haste to eat her out.

It’s like Rey is back in her kitchen pouring lemonade for them again. Watching the twins slobber all over themselves, drool and saliva and slick coating their cheeks and their chins, the tips of their noses where it bumps against her clit. She has one hand in Kylo’s hair, the other in Ben’s, pulling and pushing to angle them just right, right there, showing them exactly how she likes it.

Soon enough, she’ll have them perfectly trained. They’re taking to it so well. Their moans match hers when she babbles praises for how incredible they’re making her feel, how good their tongues caress the hard nub peeking out from its hood.

Keep doing it just like that.

Molten arousal courses through her veins when she manages to push up on her forearms and take in the sight between her legs. Ben and Kylo’s lips are moulded together in a kiss with teeth and tongue that resembles a battle more than anything. Rey can hear the click of their front teeth, the gruff curses under their breath as they lick deeper into the other’s mouth, hands releasing her thighs to jerk their swollen cocks.

Who could blame her if her hand snakes down her belly to play with her pussy?

Her neighbours. That’s who.

“Ah ah,” Ben clicks his tongue while Kylo grabs Rey’s wrist. “What’re you doing?”

“You guys were busy.”

Shit-eating grin plastered on his face, Kylo shrugs. “Yeah, guess we got carried away. Our bad. Alrighty, up you go.” He slides back up the bed and maneuvers Rey onto her hands and knees before she knows what’s happening, then positions himself by her head. 

The mushroomed tip of his cock bobs inches from her mouth. She wets her lips.

“Fuck, I could come just looking at ‘ya,” Kylo groans, fisting the base of his shaft. “Wouldn’t be the first time, eh, Benny?”

“Wouldn’t be the last, either,” comes Ben’s answering hiss as he parts Rey’s folds with his cock. His balls throb when her hole tries to already swallow the head as it slides past. “Shit, look at that… Greedy little pussy’s already trying to suck me in.”

It takes everything in Rey not to scream at him when Ben takes his time notching himself against her weeping cunt. She gets a second of relief when she finally, finally feels him push inside until Kylo grips her chin and forcibly parts her lips with his thumb.

“Open wide for me.” Chuckling, Kylo slaps the weighty tip against her tongue before he guides it into her warm, waiting mouth inch by thick inch. 

Within a few deep pumps, a dull ache begins to radiate along her jaw. It’s been too long since she’s taken someone this big in her mouth—if ever.

Kylo pauses when Rey gags, her eyes flaring as Ben bottoms out in her pussy in a single thrust she swears ends in her stomach. “What’s wrong, baby? Too much? Bet you’ve never taken so much dick at once before.” His pace picks back up, and he grabs a fistful of her hair, using it to pull her mouth back onto him. “You’ll get used to it. We’ll fuck you over and over until you can’t get all wet and messy anymore without two cocks playing with ‘ya.”

“Holy shit,” Ben grunts, leaning over Rey’s back to press open-mouthed kisses between her shoulder blades. His chain is cold where it hangs over her skin. He pumps into her faster, balls slapping against her slit. Plap-plap-plap. “She likes the idea of that. Her pussy’s telling me how bad she wants it, Ky. Fucking sucking me in like the best fleshlight. ‘S this what you needed all this time, sweetheart? Two fat cocks stretching you out, keeping you happy?”

She’d nod if she could. If her mouth wasn’t full of dick and her tongue wasn’t busy swirling at a musky crown, coaxing out precum from its slit. 

Part of her brain has gone fuzzy, TV static where her thoughts should be. In this very moment, the only thing Rey cares about is the rippling pleasure building in her while her neighbours treat her like the most precious, filthy toy they finally managed to convince her they deserved.

Every time Ben pulls out just far enough so he can slam back in, Rey gets pushed further onto Kylo’s cock. His length carves its own imprint into her throat with every buck of his hips that have his balls kissing her chin, her drool leaving thin, wispy strands connecting his sac to the corner of her lips.

“She’s really—fuck yeah, sweetheart, keep pushing back on me, take this cock—really squeezing down on me now, bro.” Rhythm getting sloppier, Ben’s fingers dig into Rey’s hips, giving him more leverage to ram into her squelching cunt.

“Y-yeah?” Kylo’s head tips back with a hoarse whimper as Rey hollows her cheeks and sucks him harder. “Fuck, I’m close too. ‘Bout to shoot my cum down this slutty throat then make you lick me all clean. You want that, baby?”

Peering up at Kylo with glassy eyes and rouge smeared all over her lips, Rey lets out a quivering, “Gimme it,” around her mouthful.

Silk sheets cling to Rey’s sticky knees, her sweaty palms, as a particularly deep thrust has her eyes rolling back and her moan vibrating along Kylo’s shaft. With Ben’s thumb on her clit and her holes stuffed full, it’s not long before she rockets into euphoria, white hot pleasure sizzling through every nerve in her body.

Both men’s rhythms get sloppier as they chase their release, Ben pistoning into her squelching pussy while Kylo holds her head in place and fucks her throat like he needs to paint the soft palate of her mouth white more than she needs air.

Even their orgasms arrive at the same time. A sharp pain blooms on the back of Rey’s shoulder when Ben sinks his teeth into the flesh there; a wolf holding its mate in place by the scruff as it ruts to completion. 

Hot, sticky cum coats her folds, dribbles out around Ben’s twitching cock as Kylo floods her mouth with his release, shoving as far down her throat as he can go while his shout rings through the bedroom.

Everything feels syrupy sweet and she’s so satiated that Rey doesn’t notice how sore she is until her arms give out. She slumps into a heap on stained sheets, spent.

“What’s your code?”

Through the faint ringing in her ears, Rey registers Ben holding up her phone. She reaches out with a lead-heavy arm and presses her thumb to the scanner, unlocking it for him.

A moment later, she watches him take a video of him spreading the lips of her well-used pussy, still dribbling his seed. Then he tosses her phone to Kylo, who covers her eyes with one hand and snaps pictures of her swollen, red lips, no doubt catching the mascara streaks on her cheeks as well. And some pictures of her tits, for good measure.

“You really are the hottest milf ever.”

“Post these when you get a sec, yeah? Reddit’s gonna love ‘em.”

Rey can barely keep her eyes open right now. So she just nods, makes a little noise of acknowledgement. She murmurs into the bed, “I’m guessing you’re both staying the night?”

Kylo brushes her hair back. “No shit.”

Ben gently slides her pliant body up to the pillows. “Couldn’t get rid of us now if you tried.”

That’s what she gets for feeding the strays.