The band of love – 4

June stood, taking his plate along with his half eaten sandwich with him.

“Where are you going?” Mia asked, looking disappointed that he hadn’t commented on her attire, or how she obviously looked in it.

“I guess I’m not as hungry as I thought,” he told her, simultaneously tossing her a look that asked her to follow him, which I caught, but pretended not to. Once again appearing to be engrossed in the TV program, even though my half naked daughter was sitting there next to me on the couch.

Mia stood, pausing a moment allowing June to head up the stairs towards the kitchen before grinning at me, leaning over to give me an affectionate kiss, and allowing me a quick naughty feel of her tits before she sprinted off up the stairs after her brother.

I stood up myself and quietly made my way up the stairs moments later. Sure enough, I could hear the two of them talking in the kitchen, though they were both doing so in low tones so as not to be overheard. Which I wouldn’t have, if I’d stayed below in the den, which is where I’m sure June thought I would be.

“Are you nuts?” He asked his sister. “Parading around like that in front of dad? What the hell were you thinking anyway?”

“What’s wrong with the way I look?” Mia shot back seemingly offended. “It’s just one of mom’s old nightgowns, one she said she wasn’t wearing any more. I liked it, so I thought I’d sleep in it…what’s it to you anyway?”

“Did you even bother to look at yourself in the mirror?” He asked her again. “Jesus Mia…you can see damn near everything through it!” He told her obviously looking at her as he said that.

“Yeah so? What’s the big deal? Not like daddy hasn’t seen me naked before,” she reminded him. “Or like you haven’t seen mom lately either,” she then added. “And besides, you know damn good and well mom and dad aren’t doing the nasty any more. And I’m fairly certain mom’s got a boyfriend on the side.

And poor daddy, well he’s not getting anything anymore obviously. So what’s the harm in giving him something to think about at least? At least that way he’s got something to think about while he’s jerking off, which has to give him some form of pleasure since mom’s obviously not giving him that.”

Although I couldn’t see him, see the expression on his face, his sudden stuttering spoke volumes. He was obviously tongue-tied at what his sister had just told him, and subtly reminded him of.

“What makes you think she’s seeing anyone or doing anything?” June suddenly asked a bit too nervously avoiding everything else she’d just said.

“Because she’s smiling a lot more than she was there for a while,” Mia told him. “You know…sort of like daddy after he’s gotten some. The way he hums or whistles to himself. Remember we used to laugh about that? We could always tell when they’d recently had sex. Mom would smile and sing to herself, dad would hum or whistle. Then they’d suddenly stop, and we knew it had been a few days, until they were suddenly doing that again. Anyway…mom’s been smiling and singing to herself again, and daddy’s not been whistling!”

There was a long pause without either one of them saying anything. And then June spoke. “Well, just the same…you should watch what you wear around dad, especially if he isn’t getting any from mom any more. It might put thoughts in his head if you were to keep doing that.”

“That’s the whole point of June,” Mia told him. “Daddy needs a few naughty thoughts in his head these days,” and with that, she laughed and then scurried out of the room and upstairs to bed before June could react to that. Hearing that, I hurriedly headed back down the stairs to the den, not at all surprised when June passed by heading off to his own room for the night. He didn’t even bother looking in and saying goodnight.