This is a story about sex, love and heartbreak, on the Malaysian island of Penang. I'm Jack, a five-foot-eleven, Londoner. With a lean if not toned physique, wavy brown hair in a surfer style and green eyes.
After university, I decided to take the traditional gap year and travel. I went with a few friends to Thailand and then went down to Malaysia. We ended up splitting up on Penang island, off the coast of the Malaysian mainland. My friends continued to Kuala Lumpur, whilst I spent the next six months working in a beach bar.
We split because of Amina. She was gorgeous. A petite Malaysian national. With dark chestnut coloured hair, dark brown almond-shaped eyes, and delicate features. She worked in the same bar and should have been a model. I met her on my first night on the island and was immediately smitten. We dated for a few months. I even tried to convince her to come back to England with me when my visa expired. Amina said she loved me but couldn't leave her family.
I couldn't bear to leave without her. So with some inheritance from my grandparents, I brought a share of a hostel in Georgetown. The other half belonged to my mate Antonio, who I had met on my travels. This pissed my parents off, the money was for a deposit back home. They cut contact with me until I came to my senses, and came home. I had no intention of doing that.
This allowed me to stay with Amina. Unfortunately, It meant not seeing my sister April. She was a few years younger and although we called each other a lot it wasn't the same. Six months later Amina left me. She fell in love with an American surfer called Bodie. They had a quick wedding, for immigration purposes, and the last I heard they were living in Florida. So much for needing to be near her family.
So now I was stuck with a run-down hostel in Georgetown, Penang. I couldn't go home, all my money tied up. I needed to make a success of it here, It wasn't all bad though. The Hostel made ok money and was always full of young idealistic backpackers. I never found it hard to find a girl ready to have their mind, and legs opened.
One afternoon I got a call from my sister April. She was nineteen and finishing her first year of university. There was a huge favour she wanted to ask. April wanted to go on holiday during the summer break, but as a student money was an issue. I knew what was coming. She wanted to come and stay with me for a few weeks. Of course, I agreed, I hadn't seen her for years and missed her.
I had one condition. She would have to work a few shifts behind the bar or do some light housekeeping. I wasn't being a dick, there wasn't a lot of space. Everyone needed to pull their weight. I cleaned my fair share of toilets and picked up countless condoms off the ceilings.
"Ok, not a problem, and I'm bringing Amina too if that's alright?" April said causally. She had waited until I had already agreed, before springing this little surprise.
"Amina?," I asked my heart skipping a beat.
"Yer she's my housemate, her parents are from Kuala Lumpar. But they don't talk to family back home." April said quickly. Thinking I might suggest they stay with them.
My mind reeled upon hearing my ex's name again. It brought back all the feelings I had been trying to forget.
I went to the airport at nine o'clock to pick them up. I parked my old, beat-up Honda Civic and headed in to wait at arrivals. With a crappy cardboard sign saying 'Annoying Brat plus one', I waited with the chauffeurs and taxi drivers.
Then there she was. My little nineteen-year-old sister. She ran up giving me a great big hug. Wrapping her legs and arms around me, nearly toppling me to the ground.
"Hey big bro long time no see," she said, a little emotional, squeezing right.
I squeezed her tightly back, realising how much I had missed her. She wasn't so little now, of course, she had blossomed into a full-fledged woman. When she jumped down, I got a good look at her. She was, about five-foot-one, curvy with a big bum and some sizeable tits. She wore skimpy, khaki shorts and a red tank top that struggled to contain her impressive assets.
"Hey, Sis I nearly didn't recognise you. you've grown so much. Pictures don't do you justice. Where's your friend?" I asked inquisitively.
"Oh, we got separated at baggage claim. She should be here in a sec. Oh, there she is." April said enthusiastically waving over at her friend.
Amina had dressed in a pair of short denim shorts and a plain grey hoodie. She was petite around five-foot. Dark brown hair hung in two long plaits down her shoulders. Her eyes were huge, dark brown and almond-shaped. Her delicate Malay features were symmetrical, and her skin was clear and perfect. In some ways, she looked like a younger version of my ex.
As she came over to us she waved timidly at me and said an inaudible hello.
"Hi, I'm Jack, if we're all set let's head off," I said reassuringly.
April entwined her arm with mine and held my hand as we left the airport. Her perfume smelt of strawberries and I noticed several guys staring at her. I have to admit she was a head-turner, I wondered if she was going to cause me trouble. Amina walked a little way behind us.
The drive home took about an hour. Both girls were wiped after their thirteen-hour flight. They were still eager for me to point out the sights as we drove. Both use to driving in England we're shocked by the chaotic traffic on the island. Small mopeds transported whole families, kids clinging on tight. Bikes and scooters darted in and out of the traffic without warning.
"You get used to it after a while," I said reassuringly.
We pulled up outside the Hostel. It was located just off Chulia street, the main party area in Georgetown. Rundown, verging on derelict, it had three floors. The ground floor was a large bar, complete with a pool table, beer pong and makeshift dance floor. The walls and ceilings were coated with artwork and graffiti. Any guest could add to if they liked. The bar was one long slab of local wood, carved with the names of thousands of backpackers who had drunk there.
Behind the bar there hung a large, wheel of fortune style, spinner. It had green sections for rewards and red sections for forfeits. You paid a few ringgits per spin. The treats ranged from pitchers of drink, a t-shirt, or a kiss from a bartender of your choice.
The forfeits ranged from karaoke, getting spanked bare arsed, and a naked run around the bar. Yep, the game was very popular, especially later in the night when everyone got hammered.
I led the girls across the sticky floor and up the stairs at the back. We had two floors of hostel accommodation. Each floor had four big rooms, with six bunk beds in each. Most guests stayed for a week or two, using us as a base to explore the island. I had a small room to myself in the attic along with rooms for the other staff.
The whole place had a very new age, hippy and communal vibe. Unisex bedrooms, unisex toilets and everyone pitched in to clean and tidy up. Anyone who made anyone else feel uncomfortable got chucked out.
The girls were a bit shell shocked at first. The time difference and long haul flight were taking their toll. I showed them to a bedroom in the loft next to mine. I let them get their heads down before the mad rush at seven that night.
"Thanks for this Jack, it's exactly what we need," said April hugging me tightly.
"Yer thanks," whispered Amina, avoiding eye contact. She brushed a loose strand of hair from her face. She was quite pretty.
