5 Times a Day

**Chapter 43**

Sara and Mira arrived home that afternoon looking shaken. Mira seemed more affected than her twin. I suspected she had caught a glimpse of me leaving the school grounds even though I had been careful, with the balaclava and all. They recounted the chaos in the cafeteria—how several members of the basketball team and a few others were now nursing broken hands and worse. The incident had already been reported to the police, and interviews were scheduled for the following morning.

“I’ll go with you,” I offered.

Both girls looked at me with awkward expressions. Mira shook her head more vigorously than Sara.

“It’s fine,” Sara said quickly. “We’ll only be there an hour. There’s no need to trouble yourself.”

The reaction was strange. I understood why Sara might feel uncomfortable around me after what had happened between us, but Mira’s response was unexpected. Maybe the severity of the injuries had unsettled her more than she wanted to admit.

Aunt Elise looked worried but still nodded. “Sure, you two can go. But take Tyler with you. I won’t be able to relax if you’re out there alone.”

“But…” Mira started, her expression clearly saying *Tyler was the one who did that in the first place*.

“No buts.” Aunt Elise’s tone left no room for argument. None of us wanted to push her into strict mode, so we simply agreed to go together the next day.

Lunch passed in relative quiet. Sara avoided my eyes the entire time, which only drew more attention from Mira. While Sara kept her gaze firmly on her plate, Mira’s stayed fixed on me. Something had shifted. Had she somehow found out about the kiss and everything that followed with Sara? Or was it something involving Sasha? An uneasy feeling settled in my chest and refused to leave.

I finished my meal calmly. After lunch, I was free, but visiting Sasha for further system exploration was out of the question for the moment. Those particular possibilities required full sex, and that wasn’t happening right now.

Before anyone could leave the dining room, Aunt Elise spoke up again.

“Girls, don’t forget the Coles are coming today.”

The name immediately put an annoyed look on Sasha’s face. Sara and Mira showed no strong reaction either way.

“Who are they?” I asked.

“The most annoying pricks ever,” Sasha answered without hesitation.

Mira sighed and clarified for my benefit. “Only because their son has been after Sasha for a while. He bothers her whenever he gets the chance. Otherwise, the Cole family are good business partners and longtime family friends. Their main influence comes from the number of attorneys they keep on retainer.”

I nodded. It made sense that a girl Sasha’s age would focus on the personal annoyance rather than the business side of things.

Aunt Elise wasn’t finished. “It’ll be a pool barbecue, and your dad will be here as well. I’ve already marinated the meat and prepped the vegetables. Anyone who wants to help shouldn’t be shy.”

All three daughters immediately covered their faces and tried to slip out of the room. None of them wanted the job.

I sighed. “I’ll help.”

“At times like these, I wish I also had a son,” Aunt Elise remarked. The comment landed squarely on her three daughters, but they still fled upstairs without a shred of shame.

“Haa…” Aunt Elise sighed once they were gone. “What am I going to do with them?”

“They’re just young,” I said, then realized how that sounded coming from me.

“You’re young,” she pointed out with a small smile.

“I guess I matured faster than most.” In more ways than one.

She nodded. “In more ways than one.”

For a second, I genuinely wondered if she could read minds.

“Anyway, can you take these things outside? Tom should be home any minute. He likes to handle the grilling himself.” She handed me several trays of prepared meat and started chopping the remaining vegetables.

I carried everything out to the pool area, then returned for the gas canister, grilling tools, and plates. By the time I finished the trips, Aunt Elise had the vegetables wrapped and stored in the refrigerator.

“And we’re done,” she said.

It hadn’t been much work. If she had framed it that way to the girls, they probably would have helped, but to them it must have felt like a bigger chore than it actually was.

The front door opened and closed. Tom walked in without greeting anyone.

“You prepared everything?” he asked.

Aunt Elise nodded. “I’m going to get ready. You can handle the rest.”

Tom left to change. Suddenly, standing alone in the dining room felt odd, so I headed upstairs.

Halfway down the hall, I spotted Sasha waiting outside my door. Assuming she was in the mood for something physical, I approached quietly from behind and gave both cheeks of her perky ass a firm, open-handed squeeze.

“Ahh!!”

She spun around, eyes already half-lidded, and fixed me with a stern look that still managed to look cute. “When I wanted to do it earlier, you were too busy. And now that I have a crisis hanging over my head, you suddenly want to get kinky?”

Scary.

“Ahem… It’s not like I didn’t want—”

She raised one hand, and I stopped talking immediately. She had clearly inherited that particular talent from her mother.

“No excuses.” She stepped closer until her chest nearly brushed mine. “When I was horny this morning, you didn’t come find me. That’s all that matters right now. So you’re going to make it up to me.”

“Ho-How?” I took a small step back.

She smiled in a way that was anything but soft. “You’re going to stay with me throughout this entire gathering. Until the Coles leave, you are my personal bodyguard.” She kept advancing as she spoke, forcing me backward step by step until I was standing a few stairs down so we were at eye level. “So that no one can bother me. Especially not that little creep.”

The sweet smile on her face was genuinely intimidating. I silently vowed to get detailed revenge the next time I had her underneath me, squirming and begging. For now, wisdom won.

“I will make sure no one bothers you today.”

“Hehe.” She giggled, the sound light and satisfied, then suddenly pulled me back into my room and shut the door behind us.

Before I could ask what she was doing, she dropped to her knees, yanked my shorts down just far enough, and took the head of my already hard cock into her warm mouth. She didn’t waste time with teasing. She sucked hard and fast, cheeks hollowing, one hand stroking what she couldn’t fit while the other cupped my balls. The wet sounds filled the quiet room. I barely had time to thread my fingers into her hair before she pushed deeper, taking more of me until I felt the back of her throat.

She looked up at me the entire time, eyes half-lidded and mischievous, clearly enjoying the control. When she felt me throb, she pulled off with a soft pop, stroked me twice more, and then swallowed me down again. The second time she didn’t stop. She kept the rhythm steady and tight until I had no choice but to warn her.

“Sasha— I’m—”

She only hummed around me and sucked harder. I came with a low groan, pulsing heavily across her tongue. She stayed in place and swallowed every drop without spilling, then gave the head one last slow lick before standing up and wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb.

“That’s a down payment,” she said sweetly. “We’ll finish the rest later. Now get ready. They’ll be here soon.”

She turned and walked out, leaving me leaning against the wall with my shorts still halfway down and my cock twitching from the sudden intensity.

I took a moment to collect myself, then forced the remaining desire down and went to change into my swim trunks. With a physique like mine, I never bothered with a shirt at pool parties. In the past it had been the only reliable way to draw attention. These days my face and presence did more of the work, but old habits remained.

I put the trunks on, checked myself in the mirror, and allowed a small moment of pride. The women at this gathering would have a hard time looking away.

When I turned back to close the suitcase, something felt wrong.

The familiar fragrance of Aunt Elise was gone.

The uneasy feeling from earlier returned full force. I searched the compartment where I had carefully hidden the clean pair of panties. Empty. I emptied the entire suitcase, checking every pocket and fold of clothing. Nothing.

Worse—the pair I had used, the one carefully wrapped in cloth so it would never be found—was also missing.

Both were gone without a single trace.

Fuck.