Mindy was the girl next door, the baby sister of Melania and the excess baggage of Austin, Melania's husband. My nickname for her, however, was "Minx" which fit her downright sassiness, boldly flirtation, and spontaneous nature. This is my story of how unintended voyeurism and subsequent exhibitionism lead to a most erotic romance.
My name is Mitchell or Mitch as my friends, classmates, and acquaintances call me. I am twenty-seven-years-old of mixed Chinese-Japanese ancestry, and about five-seven in height. I've been told that I'm "okay-looking" which to me is somewhere in between butt-ugly and drop-dead handsome. While I'm well-liked by the ladies and have had my fair share, I somehow have never found that special someone.
Growing up in Hawaii, my high school counselors often told me that I was super-bright but with a shoot-yourself-in-the-foot kind of common sense. I proved them right by messing up royally with the wrong crowd, messing with booze and drugs, and finally ending up doing several short stints in the Oahu Community Correctional Center for illegal possession.
You would think that putting up with short rations, bedbugs, and the two-legged denizens behind bars would be enough to make me see the light. However, it took three jailhouse "friends" dying from drug overdose to finally convince me that I needed to drastically change my life or I'd end up like them.
Getting my shit together, I petitioned the courts to participate in an innovative drug probation program that would get me out and clear my record, but only if I stayed clean and sober. I underwent a strenuous residential rehabilitation program that made me aware of temptation and manipulation and how to resist my self-defeating urges. I transitioned to a halfway house and attended a local community college and discovered the challenge of learning that was missing in my formative years. With grants, scholarship, and work-study, I earned honors and the excelled in my baccalaureate and graduate social work programs, eventually got a drug counselor position at a non-profit community organization.
Having been long disowned by my family, I found this sweet one-bedroom cottage behind an elderly Chinese couple's house for a measly $500 per month with utilities included. While my landlord was at first hesitant to rent to me when he learned of my record, his wife convinced him to give me a chance. I made sure to prove that I was a worthwhile tenant by mowing their lawn, doing odd jobs around the place, and giving the old couple an occasional ride to the doctors or grocery store. The word about me spread and I was gradually accepted into the tight-knit Asian neighborhood and I finally thought that this was what my life had been missing. Then the Johnsons bought the three-bedroom/two-bathroom house next door and my world was set spinning.
Before I go any further, I need to explain that Hawaii, especially the Island of Oahu and it's capital of Honolulu, has an extremely diverse population with people from across Asia and the Pacific region. While the various people are proud of their heritage, they try to be nonjudgmental, get along with each other, and respect the different cultures.
The possible exception to this practice is when it comes to Caucasians or "haoles" which is the Hawaiian term that referred to white folk. Although not rising to the level of racial discrimination, there is an ingrained mistrust of pale-skinned people that went back to the days of the overthrow of the Hawaiian Kingdom and haole plantation overseers and businessmen. The introduction of the whiteness of Johnsons in a community of tanned-skin-tones was like a rock tossed into a still pond.
Fortunately, Austin and Melania were a quiet, friendly, and unassuming couple which made them easier to accept. Austin was a Marine, and as such, he was held in high regard for his patriotic service to the adopted homeland of many of the neighborhood residents, especially my landlord who was a World War II veteran. His humble and courteous approach, handiness with tools, and willingness to lend a hand quickly endeared Austin to many of his neighbors.
Melania was an emergency room nurse at a large popular hospital. This gave her a great deal of respect in the community since health professionals were highly valued in Asian countries. Furthermore, although she worked long hours, Melania was always willing to look in on sick neighbors, offer some tender advise, and show a genuine caring for those around her. As a result, she and Austin were quickly accepted by the neighborhood.
The only problem with the Johnsons was Mindy, Melania's younger sister.
"God, Mitch," Austin sighed as we met at our roadside mailboxes as we often did in the late afternoon. "My life would be simpler if Mindy wasn't like a damn albatross hanging around my neck. Melania and I had just gotten married when their parents died in a tragic car accident, leaving Melania to take care of her only sibling who was five years her junior.
"With no other family to rely on, Melania couldn't abandon her young sister who was a senior in high school. So, my wife proceeded to use an awful lot of persuasion – some nice and most not so nice – to convince me to take Mindy with us when I got reassigned to my last duty station. I finally agreed and have regretted it ever since.
"You'd think Mindy would be grateful; however, she resented by yanked out her childhood environment and separated from her friends. Instead of blaming her older sister, the little bitch blames me and had has made my life a living hell."
Intrigued by this comment, I urged Austin to continue as I slowly shuffled through the mail so as not to seem too eager. "Mitch, man to man, what do you think of my wife, Melania? Do you think she pretty?"
I was shocked at this blunt question and hesitant to say what I really thought. This was because Melania was a "babe" who stood about five-four, with long wavy brown hair, and a shapely figure with nice tits. But after Austin prodded me for an honest response, I carefully replied, "Yeah, I think Melania is downright attractive. You're a lucky guy to be married to her."
"When you first met Melania, what part of her did you notice? Come on, Mitch, be straight with me."
Not knowing where the hell this line of questioning was going, I finally decided to tell Austin what I really thought. "Melania is busty."
"Damn right! Her boobs were what drew me to her and I love every moment in the sack with her with my face buried between her outstanding 32Cs. However, while Melania is very modest about her chest assets, her damn sister is not. Mindy is two inches shorter than her sister but sports bigger hooters – 32Ds – and the little bitch isn't afraid to flaunt them big knockers."
When he saw me struggling with the information he had just shared, Austin crystalized his sister-in-law's body image by saying, "Think of Salma Hayek, man. You know that sexy full-breasted Latina actress.
