Rey had been dating Ben Solo for one year, five months and one week. Literature teacher in High School, he was a regular of the same coffee shop, the same library. He had soft eyes, soft words, day dreamed and read a lot; very much an introvert. He brought her peace and calm, when she was all about excitement and passion.

He told her right away to watch out for his brother.

According to Ben, Kylo was selfish and manipulative; unnecessarily hostile to everyone—especially their mother. He borrowed large amounts of money that he would spend in a blink, lived at night, worked in the underground.

Rey thought Ben might be too harsh on his brother; there was nothing wrong with living at night, as a matter of fact! But she felt that it mattered a great deal to Ben, and after all, was no big deal to her. She felt no need to play UN between the brothers at war.

Three months and four days ago, Rey and Kylo crossed paths by total accident.

"Ladies night!" proclaimed Rose, and both friends left their boyfriends home, wore their stilettos, and escaped across town to spend the evening in a nightclub of nefarious reputation.

Dizzy on alcohol and music, Rey froze as she reached the white backlit bar. She could not be mistaken, it was Ben working there, mixing drinks. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Ben in a nightclub? Impossible!

"Ben!" she called, to get the attention of the long haired barman, looking the other way. "Ben!"

Ben didn't wear his hair that long, it was cut under his ears. It was not Ben.

It was Kylo.

The man turned around and Rey's eyes went wide. The resemblance was striking. Kylo was Ben's duplicate, slightly larger. More aggressive. Darker gaze, longer hair, broader chest, lips and chin covered in a dark goatee.

Rey's stomach squeezed and she shivered from tips to toes. What is the alcohol? The noise? The fatigue?

He moved towards her and she avoided his gaze.

"What do you drink?" he asked, as he filled with one hand, three tequila shots on the counter.

"I… Hello!" said Rey, feeling unsettled.

Should she run? Ben didn't want to introduce her to his brother; did that mean she shouldn't talk to him at all?

She smiled and held her hand above the counter.

"You must be Kylo. I'm Rey, Ben's girlfriend."

Kylo raised a brow, set his bottle down and took her hand to raise it to his lips.

"Oh, So you are my brother's secret fiancé. I heard he was seeing someone but didn't want to introduce her to me. I understand now."

"You do?" said Rey, taking her hand back and slightly wiping it on her dress. "Why is that?"

"We have history. He'll tell you if he wants to. What do you want to drink? It's on me."

"Mmm, vodka tonic. Thank you."

Rey didn't take her eyes off him as he mixed her drink. He was swift with his hands, flexible and precise, and she could see his muscles moving under his shirt. That hairdo would look good on Ben, less uptight, wilder than his good boy shorter hair. The long locks probably tickled while having sex; his chest—from what she could guess under his clothes—must have been amazing to touch.

But why was she thinking all this?

She already had such a man at home. Almost identical, and she loved when he touched her. What was wrong with her, fantasizing about Kylo's bare skin, having sex with one or the other, or even both?

She shook her head to discard these ideas and closed her knees in an attempt to inhibit the growing heat between her thighs. She was drunk and she wanted sex. She was looking forward to being home, climb on Ben and rip his clothes off him.

"Hey, Rey?"

She raised her eyes to look at him.

"Are you okay? I've called you three times. Here's your drink."

"Oh. Thanks." She grabbed the glass, avoiding Kylo's gaze on her. She knew she was blushing. "See you later," she said, turning around to walk away from the bar, when he called her again.

"Your receipt!"

What receipt? She didn't pay, what receipt did she need? She came back, frowning, as he pressed a small piece of paper into her palm.

She closed her fingers on it.

"See you soon, Ben's girlfriend," he said with a smirk, and she shrugged as she walked away.

The paper was a receipt, though not even hers. What the fuck?

Yet, as she wasn't used to throwing her garbage on the ground, she slipped it inside her purse, and forgot about it.

It came back to her attention a week later, as she was organizing her drawers before going out to dinner with Ben.

She was going to throw it away when she saw a glimpse of a scrawl on the back. She turned it over. It said: 'Kylo 279 954 855.'

What was wrong with her? Instead of throwing it away, she pulled out her phone. She wasn't going to save the number under 'Kylo,' Ben would be upset.

So she created a new contact: 'Ren 279 954 855.'

It was just like Ben only slightly different. Kylo/Ren.

But she would not call him. It was relevant to have this number if… she wanted to organize… a surprise party for Ben?

When Rose suggested going out again, to the same nightclub, along with Finn and Ben, Rey couldn't find a relevant excuse to say no. Should she admit she met Kylo last time and never mentioned it to Ben? She couldn't come up with a reason not to go.

Too expensive? Too far? It had never been an issue before, and she ended up at the entrance of the Club, her heart beating hard. All she had to do was to avoid the bar, that's all. Keep Ben busy and leave the drink management to Finn and Rose. Easy.

The club was already crowded, lots of people on the dancefloor. Rey would stay away from the bar; she didn't know if Ben was aware that Kylo worked here. She didn't know how to mention it. Ben left for the bathroom and suddenly, she was face to face with Kylo Ren.

"Kylo," she gasped. "Good evening. Why aren't you at the bar?"

"Going out for a smoke. I see you're not alone tonight."

"I'm never alone; I'm with Ben," she said, emphasizing the subtext.

"Then I shouldn't miss this opportunity," Kylo said with a deep voice that vibrated inside Rey's stomach. "Do you smoke?"

"No—yes. Depends."

He walked a couple steps to the service door. "The smoking area is crowded. We have a private patio for the staff. Are you coming?"

"Sure."

She didn't think too much about it. A cigarette sounded like a fine idea. Most of the time a non-smoker, cigarettes were mainly social, relevant in parties, with too much alcohol, with dancing, with late nights. But nightclub smoking rooms stunk like cold tobacco and vomit, and she'd rather avoid. The idea of a private, privileged patio; that was a game changer.

Kylo held the door open for her and she walked into a small paved courtyard, packed with beer barrels and empty crates. It was clean and didn't smell.

The night's freshness and calm made her shiver.

Kylo lit a cigarette and handed her one. She slipped it between her lips and let him ignite it for her. The whole situation felt deliciously transgressive. The forbidden brother; the private patio; the secret smoke—and no one knew where she was. It was exciting, she felt fifteen again, when she sneaked out of the boarding school to meet her boyfriend.

"So Rey, how is my brother?"

"He's fine," Rey answered. "He's trying to support his students to help them graduate, he's worried about them and sometimes loses sleep because of it, but I think deep inside he actually loves his job."

"That's his thing all right. Humanitarian projects, lost causes. Seeing himself as a white knight."

"How about you, what's your thing?" Rey asked as she drew another puff on her cigarette.

"Live fast. Day after day. Don't think of the consequences, enjoy what comes up, please and be pleased."

Rey blushed hard. He did it on purpose, he used the term 'please.' His hobby seemed to be embarrassing his brother's girlfriend with sexual allusions sprayed in the small talk.

Why should she blush? She was no shy virgin!

"And do you have a girlfriend to please?" she asked as she raised her eyes to him, expecting to embarrass him back.

I didn't work at all. All he did was smirk as he came closer, his eyes looking deeply into hers.

"Everyday a different one. I have a reputation to hold."

He was too close. She could smell his skin, a strong male perfume of sweat, alcohol and tobacco, and the subtle notes of his after-shave. It was intoxicating.

She felt a heat grow in her mound, and the thought of having sex tonight with Ben, or with Kylo, or with both, made her sigh loudly. There was a flash. Three tangled bodies. Two torsos against hers, four hands on her breasts, her clit, her vagina, two mouths against her mouth, neck and hair. Two cocks to fuck her turn by turn.

She felt herself drip and her g-string getting wet.

"I should go back," she whispered. "Ben will be looking for me."

"What will you tell him? That you were alone with Kylo, fantasizing about threesomes?"

She gasped. How did he know? But she didn't have a chance to answer.

He had laid a hand high on her thigh, under her dress.

"No, I… I'll tell him that…"

"Tell him what," muttered Kylo, lips on her neck, and she felt his breath burn her ear.

She had to reject him. Push his hand away. Run away from this place. But she was intoxicated, completely under his influence. It was like watching Ben, always so sweet, burning with passion and for God's sake, how she wanted him! For him to take her, to possess her, to make her scream! This was almost him. It was the same eyes, yet the intensity was new.

Kylo had dropped his cigarette and very slowly, picked Rey's off her fingers. She let him do it. He breathed a puff of smoke and closed the space between their mouths. Rey moaned and deeply inhaled the smoke he was blowing between her lips.

It made her dizzy and she grabbed his shoulder. She was cornered, her back on the wall, Kylo's large hand on her left breast; his right hand sliding up along her thigh, and his tongue on her lips.

She opened her mouth and their kiss deepened.

Dear God he kissed just like his brother. Same proportions. Same nose, same lips. Brutality as a bonus.

She was crushed against the wall; her legs opened—offered—holding on to his shoulders, dragging a hand through his dark locks to bring him closer to her. She tasted his saliva, his tongue, his soft lips, she couldn't breathe; she felt his bite and tasted blood in her mouth, it was unexpectedly arousing.

Or was it his hand, against the bulge of her cunt, above the thin layer of her thong, that drove her insane? He was rubbing his fingers on the delicate fabric, didn't even try to slip inside, just enjoying her arousal, her anticipation. She felt herself drip, where she wanted him to touch her, to introduce his fingers; he felt it, too.

"You're so wet," he stated. "What were you saying about Ben?"

"Shut up," she said.

Let's not talk about Ben, please. She couldn't handle it. One thing at a time. And right now, her body was screaming, her flesh vibrating and it was all that mattered. She'll manage the consequences...later.

She lowered her hands on his torso, rubbed his chest. This man was a masterpiece. Ben was beautiful, and thick, but he didn't have that many muscles. Kylo must have been going to the gym everyday.

Rey's fingers lifted Kylo's shirt, slid underneath. She stroked his nipples with her thumbs, dug her fingers into his hips and finally, with her both hands, unhooked his belt. Prisoner of his jeans, a stiff cock longing for freedom.

"Are you sure you want to do that," Kylo asked. "If you let me out, I can't promise I'll be able to stop myself."

He was actually asking for her consent. Who would have thought? Until then, he was playing tough and inconsiderate, but as she was about to close her hand on his cock, he was making sure she knew where this was going.

She knew. She wanted it. She wanted Ben to fuck her with passion, to turn her over, to pound her hard and make her scream; Kylo was almost Ben. He could do that fine—maybe better. He had the same face, the same body. Closing her eyes, both would blur into one and she'd climax in Ben's arms. Kylo's arms. Kylo Ben's! Whatever.

"Fuck yes, please fuck me," she breathed, surprised at her own crudeness. "Fuck me hard!"

He didn't answer, but cupped her face between his hands and crushed his mouth on hers. Their teeth clattered. Kylo's fingers gripped on Rey's hair, ruined her buns, pulled her head back and she cried of pain and pleasure as his lips slid on her neck.

He moved her to the left, lifted her ass and sit her on top of the beer barrels.

His burning hands pulled her dress straps down, exposing Rey's small breasts, and he applied his mouth to them, licking and biting. She screamed, but didn't stop him. Unable to coordinate her hands, she brought her arms down to loosen his belt, lower his boxes and at last, free his cock. It was big, hard, with a drop of pre-cum on the tip and she slid her thumb over it as lube before she pumped it one, two, three times, all the way down.

Kylo's hands lifter her ass, caught her thong and pulled it to her knees. She closed her legs to help it slide down to her ankles. There she was at last, opened, her tits pointing in the cold air, her dress pulled down to her waist and up over her cunt, thighs splayed, and she watched Kylo rip a condom open, pull it on his cock and guide it against her entrance.

The soft, warm head slid a couple times up and down against her slit, pushing her clit, playing with her entrance, and Rey shivered as she groaned with anticipation. A sound escaped her throat, something that sounded like "fuuuuuck me," that made Kylo laugh. And he obliged.

She felt his cock's large head, slick and pulsing against her tight entrance. She was wet, warm and swollen and next thing she knew, he was inside her.

"FUCK YES!" she screamed, as he grabbed her hips with both hands a gave a deep thrust into her.

She needed to hold on to something. Under her butt, the quite unbalanced beer barrels. Behind her, a brick wall.

She held on to Kylo's hips, moving along with him, and lifted her knees over his arms. In this position, she felt more open than ever and he came even deeper inside her, rubbing against her inside walls, stimulating her clit from inside, and she failed to refrain her cries. Each movement was an electric shock.

Rey couldn't remember being that aroused before. Ben drove her crazy, and he fucked her well, but not like that. She raised her arms to hold on to Kylo's neck, pulling him to her, pulling hard on his hair, and she bit his lip. She needed to scratch, to hurt him. Her whole body was tense.

"Yes, fuck yes!" she cried, and each breath increased her sensations. Screaming felt like a release.

She screamed as he fucked her deep, she screamed as she felt his balls bounce against her ass, she screamed as he laid his hand on her mound and with his thumb, pressed her clit. She lifted her legs as high as she could, up above his shoulders. He leaned forward and bit her left nipple, making her scream even more.

Her body was on fire.

She felt the pleasure build in waves, with each clitoris stimulation, internal and external, each push against her sensitive nerves, thumb and cock together, her tits hard. It was a firework on her skin.

"Fuck Kylo, I'm gonna come!" she cried out, and she felt him increase his pace.

Kylo removed his lips from her left nipple, rocked his pelvis, angled his hips, and started moving inside her again. Rey blacked out, her eyes rolled up, her mouth opened, she was sensations rather than conscience.

She felt tension build inside her, recede, then climb higher again, as if it were a tide ready to drown her. Then Kylo changed the pace of his thumb against her clit, pressed a little harder, and along with that, gave a hard thrust that sent her over the edge.

A sound came from her throat as an electric wave ignited inside her and sprayed along her nerves, shaking her thighs, curling her toes, perking her tits, burning her cheeks. She cried her pleasure out loud, breathing at the rhythm of her vagina clenching around his twitching cock.

Kylo didn't scream, yet he moaned, something like "Fuuuuck, Rey," breathless, eyes closed, wet locks of hair sticking on his temples.

Rey was shivering, her skin on fire and her hair tangled in a mess.

She did her best to catch her breath. Kylo was still deep inside her, but he didn't move anymore. He was watching her with a triumphant smirk that could have made her uncomfortable but strangely aroused her again. She could come one more time.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he felt her inner walls clench against his softening cock.

"Stay inside me," she breathed.

He raised his eyebrows, but didn't move. Rey licked her middle finger, and slid it between her folds, seeking her clit. It was swollen and extremely sensitive. As she touched it, she clenched against Kylo's cock inside her and this unexpected sensation raised a new wave of pleasure.

It was so good, she closed her eyes and did it again, pushing harder on her sensitive button. A little bit lower. Stimulate underneath, fuck, right there!

She was going to come again, she pressed her finger and her whole body startled. She arched as she climaxed, for the second time in a few minutes. The impulse clenched her inner walls on Kylo's cock, which sent a new wave of sensations and Rey moaned again at the feeling.

Kylo smiled. "Are you done yet?"

"I'm done," Rey answered, suddenly exhausted. "I'm good. Thank you."

Kylo pulled out, holding the condom with his hand, then took it off and made a knot in the end.

"Wait!" Rey said before he pulled his jeans back up.

He stopped and she climbed down from the beer barrels, kneeled in front of him and picked up his penis, slick with sperm, in her hand. Then with small laps of her tongue, she carefully cleaned it.

Kylo groaned. The head was still sensitive, it was a delicious torture. He wasn't hard anymore, so Rey took the whole in her mouth to lick it entirely. Then she stood up and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

"All right, you can get dressed," she said.

He kissed her. She still had cum on the tongue, a salty taste that aroused him again. This woman was not the good, shy girl he had thought. She was hot and bold. As he butted up his fly she pulled up her thong and adjusted her dress.

He opened the door leading inside the nightclub. "Go first," he said. "We don't want Ben to see us together."

She nodded and before leaving, came back to him, grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands and caught his mouth. It was a long, deep kiss. Then she turned her back and walked inside.

There she found Ben, who had ordered a drink and was looking for her. He was worried, but not yet upset. In such a crowd, he knew how easy it was to lose someone. She could be in the restroom; in the smoking room; gone dancing further with Rose; gone to order a drink… so many reasons to lose her for twenty minutes!

He stretched his lips to kiss her, but she turned her face away and drank a mouthful of vodka.

"Do you want me to order you one?" he asked.

No, I just wanted to wash my mouth of your brother's cum before kissing you, she thought. "Sure. Vodka would be great."

"Will you stay here? So I don't lose you again?"

"Promise." She stayed there, didn't make a move, still shivering from the two orgasms she'd had in a row.

"Rey, are you okay?"

She turned around and saw Finn coming towards her, followed by Rose.

"Your hair is a mess," stated Rose.

Rey blushed and untied her hair bands. She brought her hair up in a half ponytail. It would be more subtle than her post-coital hairdo.

Ben didn't take long. He looked upset.

"Is something wrong?" Rey asked, drinking a sip from the glass he was handing out to her.

"I saw my brother. At the Bar," Ben said.

"Your brother...Kylo?" she answered, playing surprised. "Does he work here?"

"Obviously."

"Should we leave?" Rey asked, hoping for a quick escape from this place.

"Na, I'm fine. Come on, dance with me."

It was already late, and the punchy playlist of the first hours was being replaced by slower tunes. Rey snuggled into Ben's arms, who pulled her tight. She felt one hand on her lower back, the other on her butt-cheek, and he kissed her neck.

"You're burning hot," he said. "Are you okay?"

She felt a blush. I am hot because I just had two orgasms as I wildly fucked your brother in the patio, while you were away ten minutes in the bathroom, but everything is fine. "I'm fine," she said.

He laid his lips on hers and she gave in to his kiss. It was soft and gentle, his tongue looking for hers, and she tied her arms around his neck.

What had she done?!

She broke the kiss. His lips shined with her saliva and his hand was clamping her butt a little too hard. He wanted her. From the corner of the sight, she saw Kylo, behind the bar. He had seen them. He was watching them embrace like two sweet lovers, and yet she just fucked him hard and wild just a few minutes ago. She turned her face away.

"Ben," she asked softly. "What's wrong with your brother?"

Ben bit his lip, as he always did when he was upset.

"He stole my girlfriends," he said. "All of them. From my very first flirt in 8th grade to my last ex before you."

Rey felt a little sick. All of them, then. She was no exception. She was nothing special, not a better person. She was just like everyone else; one more fuck on Kylo's list.

"But why?! Why would he steal your girlfriends? Can't he get his own girls?"

"Something to do with rivalry, manhood maybe? I don't know. We are identical twin brothers, I guess we could have grown as best friends… or worst enemies. So I keep my distance."

"I understand," Rey said.

Ben stopped dancing, and held her hands. Rey stopped too. Was it time to go home? She wanted to go home. She didn't feel so good.

Through a blur, she saw him pull something out of his pocket and kneel in front of her.

"Rey," he said, and she felt a cold sweat on the back of her neck. "Rey, I love you. Will you marry me?"

Well... fuck.