Sine should have been a model with her elegantly lithe body and wide smile.But, Ivy knew that Sine would never move leave the three things she loved m...st in life. Her ranch, her best friend, and Ivy's father. Ivy knew that Sine has loved her father since after Ivy's mother died, but Sine always thought she was not sophisticated enough for Cole. Little did Sine know that Ivy has watched her father slowly fall for her over the past five years.Sine approached the table with a warm smile as Ivy. Even as a boy, I resembled her soclosely that it was uncanny. We were the same height, had the sameslender build, the same shoulder-length black hair, the same delicatefeatures. It was easy to tell us apart, though, because I always worejeans and t-shirts and she always wore a maid's uniform.I was my aunt's nephew and guest, while Isabella was my aunt's servant.Despite the difference in our status, I tried to treat her as an equal. Ifound her quite attractive but didn't come on to her, the way. If I went, I had to take along a shadow. If I had to take along a shadow, I chose Gwen. I still didn't care for her, but it gave the guys a break from her. At least she was a woman. Not that I don't like men just as well, but her questions just sounded a little less abrasive, than Mike's.After breakfast we decided that we should make noises like a group of religious zealots, since that was our cover story. Mike printed up some 'prayer of the day' fliers, so Martin, Gwen and I went into town to. I was afraid he was about to get off the bed and see me.I got back to the kitchen and slipped out the back door around to our bedroom window. Peter was standing beside the bed and Anita was sitting up and had his dick in her mouth. His right hand was on top of her head and I could see his ass cheeks tighten every so often. Then he pushed her back onto the bed; he pulled her legs toward him and sank his cock back into her. As he held her legs up to his chest he continued wearing her out. I was.