Chapter 2: Mayumi
Asa Mayumi was 29 years old, single, and smoking hot. She was not, however, particularly outgoing. A homebody by habit, a homemaker by interest, and a caretaker by temperament, Mayumi was a gentle, studious, supremely kind older sister. Except, she didn't actually have any siblings, though she had always wanted a little sister.
A modest girl after your traditionalist parents' hearts, Mayumi had the habits of the old-fashioned ideal wife. Thus, despite being a homebody, she was very diligent about greeting neighbors. This habit of hers led to a meeting with a couple of siblings who changed her life.
---David---
Several months after affirming our incestuous feelings, I had found a teaching job in a different town, and neither Mia nor I had many attachments to our old place. Mia even managed to transfer to a university close to my new workplace. So I found a nice 3-bed, 2-bath house in the suburbs, a short commute from both my work and her school.
The move had gone well. No hiccups, no damaged furniture, and nobody died.
Not that I was expecting anyone to die just because we moved homes... I just needed a third thing for my list. Rule of threes. Whatever. Moving on...
The day after moving, there was a ring at the door. I answered it before Mia could make her cheeky self known, and nearly failed to keep my jaw from dropping as I opened the door to reveal an absolute bombshell of an asian woman.
She looked like she was about 5'9", with flawless light tan skin, long legs, wide hips, a narrow waist, and breasts that jut out from her chest like BAM! She must have been at least a G cup! Her breasts spread out, wider than her chest, obscuring her upper arms.
And her face... wow. I couldn't look away. Just... perfect.
Before I could even say hello, Mia crashed into my back and peeked her head out to see who was there.
The woman's expression was cheerful to begin with, but as soon as she saw Mia, her smile brightened into barely restrained joy.
"Hello! I'm Mayumi, I live next door, welcome to the neighborhood!" Her voice was smooth and musical, with a very slight accent.
"Hiya! I'm David and this is Mia, thank you so much! It's good to be here!" Noticing that she seemed to be carrying some sort of food container, I acted quickly, "Here, come on in! We just got all our stuff settled, there shouldn't be any tripping hazards other than Mia."
Mayumi giggled, and it sounded like bells chingling. I was instantly enamored.
'Could this woman get any more amazing?
' I thought as I led her inside. Mia somehow managed to stay halfway in front of me the whole time, sneaking glances back at our visitor.
When we got to the kitchen, Mayumi revealed that she had brought Japanese-style curry rice. It smelled heavenly. I thanked her sincerely just as Mia decided to cut in, "You're really really pretty, Mayumi!"
The impromptu and sincere compliment caught Mayumi off guard. She looked shy for a moment as she looked down and blushed. She squeaked out a "Thank you" and Mia was apparently sold, because she turned and discreetly whispered in my ear, "Yup, she's a keeper".
I was a little surprised. First of all, to describe someone we met all of 2 minutes ago as "a keeper" is, uhh...
really
fast, no matter how amazing she seemed. But also, while Mia had never indicated any possessiveness for me--she was just needy for my attention--I still didn't expect her to push me to go after any other women.
I made a mental note of it and got back to the present to try and keep the conversation from stalling.
"So Mayumi, how long have you lived here?" I asked.
"About 4 years. I moved here after college to be near my workplace, but now I work from home. Well, except for visiting project homes--I'm an interior designer."
"That sounds like fun, have you always wanted to do that?"
"Well, I got my degree in Graphic Design, and started working for an ad agency, but working in the office was...um, not for me. I never felt welcome there. Don't get me wrong, the people were nice, but the building was just so uncomfortable.
"After making some suggestions to my coworkers on how we could spruce up the place, someone joked about me being "Miss Interior Designer". I realized after that that not everyone seems to be as... affected, by a building's decor, as I am. After looking into it a bit, I realized the job was perfect for me.
"I could spend my time making people's houses feel like homes. Working with colors, textures, shapes, and furniture placements all day. And I can frequently redecorate my own home to use it as a model and show off my style to potential clients. It's really a dream job for me." Mayumi's eyes shone as she expounded on her clear passion.
"Wow, that's awesome! It really is nice to have a job you enjoy, huh?" I said.
"Yeah!....oh, but I'm just going on and on about me! How about you? What do you, um, do?"
"I teach ESL at the local high school." Mayumi smiled as I continued. "Just started teaching, actually. Previously, I worked as a sort of document specialist in the medical device industry, and while it was lucrative, it didn't really give me any sense of purpose in my life. I wasn't really helping anyone. It also got pretty boring after I proved to myself that I could be good at it.
"So I thought about taking a whole new career path. After being asked to tutor some of my cousins, I realized that I found teaching to be immensely rewarding. So I thought: teacher. I'm gonna need an education degree to be a regular K-12 teacher, a Masters or PhD to become a college professor...what can I teach without getting a whole new degree? English as a Second Language. I might end up teaching something else though, we'll see."
"That's so great! The world always needs more good teachers..."
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Mayumi and I talked for quite a while, covering all the little things. Family, career, home life. I explained to her that it was just Mia and me after our parents passed. She said she had a sister who lived across town, but most of her family was back in Japan.
Occasionally, Mia chimed in with either a well-placed relevant addition or a totally random complement, always leaving us guessing as to what she might say next. Mayumi seemed to like my sister's cheekiness though, as she either beamed, blushed, or giggled at everything the girl said.
Eventually, it seemed we were about to run out of discussion topics, so I decided to start closing the conversation. "We have some more work to do this afternoon, but I'd love to see you again. We should have a house party or something--"
"Oh, oh, we should do it at my house!" Mayumi blurted out. She put a dainty hand over her mouth and blushed. "Um, I mean, I like hosting dinner parties, so um, if you want, you should come over..."
"Yay! Party at Onee-chan's house!" Mia cheered.
Mayumi's jaw dropped and her eyes went wide. She was flabbergasted. She thought,
'How many times have I dreamed of having someone to call me Onee-chan?! And she's so freaking cute too! I need her in my liiiiife!'
Mayumi stood there stunned, unsure whether to cry tears of joy or laugh at the absurdity of the situation or any number of other things. When Mia started running at her, she broke out of her stupor and didn't hesitate to open her arms wide, swinging the smaller girl around and hugging her tight, like they had been family for years.
Having decided to just run with it, Mayumi smirked at me in faux-confrontation. "She's mine now!"
"Tough luck, big bro, I like Onee-chan the best!"
God
damn
, my sister knows how to play people.
We all laughed at the absurdity of the situation, none of us certain as to whether that whole thing was pretending or not.
Well, Mia probably knows, but I certainly don't
