"Your flowers are gorgeous," Liam said, taking a sip of his coffee. "You've always had a green thumb. Not at all like your sister."
"Thank you," Candace blushed. She was quite proud of the flowers on her small balcony. She took great pride in filling the space with colors every year; pink, red, purple, and yellow. Her balcony was a joyous riot of color. Her display was the envy of the neighborhood, and the Homeowners Association often requested photos of her flowers to be featured on their private cable channel.
They stood side-by-side, just inside the sliding door, sipping their coffee as she described each of the flowering plants. The door was open, allowing the fresh morning air to fill their lungs, and carry the scent of her labors to tickle their senses. As she was speaking, a hummingbird arrived and began sipping at the Bubblegum petunia blossoms; the planter boxes that hung on the railing were a riot of pink, spilling over the edges and down the railing. Candace grew quiet and stood with Liam, watching the tiny bird, not wanting to scare it away. With the door open, they could hear it as it sipped the nectar the flowers offered. Its wings created a soft buzzing, and it emitted a high-pitched chirp as it moved from bloom to bloom. As the bird moved away from them, toward the far end of the balcony, Liam and Candace both leaned forward to continue watching.
The bird settled on the arch of a plant hanger and sat there, preening itself. Its ruby throat caught the rays of the morning sun, flashing scarlet and orange. When the bird settled down, Liam's eyes were drawn from the bird to Candace. Her hair was gathered up in a messy knot at the back of her scalp, and wavy blonde tendrils framed her face. He loved it when she styled her hair this way, it exposed the soft curve of her ears and the tiny hairs at the nape of her slender neck. She was wearing a short blue satin robe, and he noticed the front was gaping open at her chest as she leaned forward to watch the bird. He could see her breasts rising and falling, the nipple of her right breast softly brushing against the material.
Her nipple was distended, and Liam assumed the satin cloth brushing against it was the cause, but he was wrong. Of course, he couldn't know the real reason for the swelling; he couldn't read her mind and understand that the intimacy of the moment and his nearness were the true causes. Candace could feel a familiar fire between her legs that arose whenever he was close. Visits like this, Family dinners, and reunions were always exquisite torture for her; she made a point to sit next to Liam, and by the end of the meal, her panties were reliably soaked.
Candace leaned back from observing the bird and, in doing so, caught Liam having a look down the gap in her robe, admiring her. Her breath caught, and she felt her body flare with a heat that concentrated in the flesh he'd been admiring. Her chest blushed a bright pink, much like the blossoms outside. They stood there, gazing into each other's eyes, their faces now only inches apart. Liam's nostrils flared with each breath, and he felt a stirring in his lounge pants.
"Do you like the view?" Candace asked.
"Very much," Liam responded, his voice cracking from the sudden dryness in his throat. "I've enjoyed the view for as long as I've known you."
Neither of them moved to put more space between themselves. Their breathing became deeper. His eyes focused alternately between her eyes and her lush lips. His fantasies of Candace often involved watching her engulf him in those lips, sliding them down his shaft until her nose bumped his skin.
"What are you thinking?" Candace whispered.
Liam looked into her blue eyes, not responding.
"Are you going to kiss me?"
"Would that be so wrong?" Liam answered.
Butterflies beat their wings inside her chest, disturbing her heartbeat. "I don't think so, but she might disagree," Candace responded, glancing at the mouth of the hallway that led to the bedrooms and baths.
The 'she' Candace was referring to was Emma, her sister, and Liam's wife; she was in the bathroom at the moment, and they'd both just heard the shower start. Candace and Emma were fraternal twins, and while the resemblance was obvious, there were differences in their appearances. Emma was a brunette, and Candace was a blonde; they both had blue eyes, though Emma's were darker. Each woman stood a little over five feet tall, with Emma being the tallest at five foot four inches; both were slender yet well-proportioned. Candace's breasts were a cup size larger than Emma's, and they both had well-rounded bottoms. They turned men's heads wherever they went. When Liam met them in college, he was immediately taken by their beauty and, on more than one occasion, masturbated while fantasizing about sex with both of them at once. The three of them became fast friends, and as they spent more time together, he developed a strong attraction to the vivacious Emma. Emma and Liam began dating, much to the chagrin of Candace, who had fantasies of Liam ravaging her tender body. By the time they graduated, Liam had proposed to Emma, and she excitedly accepted.
The three of them settled down to jobs after graduation, ending up only a four-hour drive apart. Emma and Candace loved the closeness, and the sisters spent many weekends together, typically including Liam. Liam loved the closeness because he was still able to spend time with Candace, undressing her with his eyes and feeding his fantasies with the sound of her voice, the scent of her perfume, and the shape of her body. He and Emma had wed five years ago, yet he still felt a strong sexual desire for Candace. As for Candace, she had yet to "find the right guy," she said. She'd had a string of suitors, yet none of them became serious. Emma told her that she had poor taste in men. Emma didn't know that Candace's taste in men matched Emma's, and her taste was for Liam; or at least someone much like him. She often wished that Liam had a twin brother.
Liam turned to face her and placed his hands on her hips. Her breathing stuttered, and her eyes grew dark as he leaned in closely. He placed his nose aside hers; their lips were nearly touching.
"Tell me you don't want this. Tell me to stop, Candace," he whispered, his warm breath bathing her lips. He hesitated, waiting for her response. "You want this as much as I do."
She silently looked into his eyes as her heart raced. She did want this; she'd wanted it from the moment they'd met. But Emma, damn Emma, was always the outgoing one, bubbly and vivacious. Emma was the life of the party, drawing attention wherever she went. Candace was the quiet, reserved sister who never spoke out. Emma grabbed life with both hands and wrung from it what she desired. Candace took what life gave her, never making demands. But today, life apparently decided to give her the kiss she craved. There was no way she was going to tell Liam to stop. No, she needed to taste his lips and feel his embrace; instead, she tipped her chin up and brushed her lips against his.
This was all the response Liam needed. He brushed his lips against hers once--twice, teasing her. She parted her lips and inhaled a ragged breath as she rose onto her toes and gave him her mouth. Candace pressed her mouth to his, and those light brushes turned hungry--more intense, more exploratory. When his tongue sought entry, she didn't hesitate to grant it. Her hands found their way to his shoulders and then clasped at the back of his neck, pulling him down into her plush, warm mouth. They had both longed for this kiss and fantasized about it for so long; now it was happening. As the intensity of their kiss grew, both hearts raced. They knew it was wrong, but now that it had begun, they were helpless to stop it; their passion was a runaway train, barreling at them with a wide-open throttle. He felt her gently shiver as he swallowed her soft moan.
Passion quickly overtook them. She melted against him and felt his need growing between them, pressing against her stomach. He trailed his hands up her body, settling them against the sides of her breasts, and softly caressed there with his fingertips, light as a feather, barely brushing the sides of her beautifully rounded breasts. The sensation drew another moan from Candace, long and lusty. She pressed firmly against his erection and felt him grow as he groaned. His hands found the belt that held her robe closed and pulled the short end of the knot.
She placed her hands on his chest and gently broke the kiss. In doing so, their bodies separated slightly and allowed her robe to fall open; Liam slipped his hands inside, and a surge overtook Candace. His warm hands found her hips, and she felt a delicious thrill sizzling through her. "We shouldn't," she whispered unconvincingly. Her mind raced with impure thoughts of the two of them; she imagined herself on her knees, her lips pleasuring him; on her back with her legs splayed wide and his tongue probing her; she imagined them thrashing against each other on her bed, driving themselves to a passionate release.
