5 Times a Day

**Chapter 50**

A short recap is necessary before the present moment fully takes over.

The woman standing on the other side of my locked, or possibly unlocked, door was Aunt Elise, my mother’s older sister and the mother of the young woman who currently had my cock resting against her tongue. In the nearly two weeks I had spent in this house, I had already stolen two pairs of my aunt’s panties, finished inside one of them, and kept the second for the scent alone. Both pairs had later vanished without a trace.

I had also shared multiple intimate encounters with her youngest daughter, Sasha, who was si****n. And I was in love with her eldest daughter, Sara—the same Sara who, only hours earlier, had told me how wrong anything physical between us would be. That same Sara had then slipped into my room in the middle of the night, and we had gone far enough that the sounds she made had woken her mother.

If we had been just hanging out, it would have been one thing. With my cock still in her daughter’s mouth, any sudden entrance would have turned the situation into something far more serious, and being thrown out of the house would have been the least of the consequences.

Back to the present.

“Honey? Is everything all right? I think I heard someone scream.”

Aunt Elise’s voice came through the door, clear and concerned. I stayed perfectly still, silently praying that Sara had locked the door when she came in. Even the smallest rustle of sheets or an involuntary sound might still make her try the handle.

Instead of freezing, Sara looked up at me with a spark of mischief in her eyes and deliberately took me deeper. Her lips sealed wetly around the head of my cock, and she began to suck again—slow, deliberate pulls that made my stomach tighten. The sudden return of wet heat and suction sent a sharp spike of pleasure up my spine. I had to clench my jaw to keep any sound from escaping while I answered my aunt.

“Hey, Aunt Elise. I’m actually… with someone right now.”

Sara’s eyes widened in surprise at the honesty, but I kept a gentle, steady hand on the back of her head so she wouldn’t pull away while I spoke. The dual awareness of her mother’s voice on the other side of the door and her daughter’s mouth working down on me was almost dizzying.

“With the girls?” Aunt Elise asked, genuine confusion in her tone. She still made no move to open the door.

“No. Not with them. The other kind of girl.”

A short silence followed.

“The other…?” Then the realization hit. “Oh!”

“Yeah.”

“Oh… then… ahem. You just… keep doing what you’re doing. Sorry to disturb you and your… friend.”

Her footsteps moved away and descended the stairs. Only when the last sound of her had faded did I ease the pressure of my hand. Sara pulled back just enough to shoot me a look that mixed annoyance with heat, but she didn’t release me completely. She dragged the flat of her tongue in a slow circle around the head, collecting the fresh pre-cum that had gathered there, then finally let me slip from her mouth. My cock glistened under the low light, shiny with her saliva and visibly throbbing.

“Oh god, Tyler,” she whispered, voice a little rough. “As annoying as that was, it was just as much of a turn-on.”

I couldn’t disagree. The risk had sharpened everything.

“I keep thinking what would have happened if she’d actually opened the door,” Sara continued, her fingers wrapping loosely around the base of my cock and stroking with absent-minded care.

“I know exactly what would have happened,” I said. “I’d be out on the street by morning, and the whole family would cut contact. Thank goodness she couldn’t have come in.”

“What do you mean?”

“The door was locked.” I paused, then felt the sudden need to confirm. “Right?”

Sara’s gaze slid away from mine. Instead of answering, she leaned down and ran her tongue in one long, wet stripe from the base of my cock all the way to the tip.

A cold thread of panic cut through the arousal. “Sara. Did you lock the door when you came in?”

“I forgot,” she murmured, so quietly that only the improved hearing from the awakening let me catch the words.

The urge to react out loud rose and died in the same second, because she chose that exact moment to take me back into her mouth and suck hard—cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing firmly along the underside. The suction was strong enough to make my hips twitch. Her technique was still inexperienced, a little uneven in places, but the fact that it was Sara made every imperfect movement land harder than anything more polished could have.

Before I could sink too deeply into the sensation, she slowly pulled off again. When she looked up, her expression had changed. The playfulness was still there, but something more serious sat underneath it.

“Tyler.”

“Yeah?” I matched her tone.

“I want to do it with you. All the way.”

The words were quiet, steady, and completely clear. Even with how hard I was and how much I wanted her, I still asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

That single answer was enough. I drew her up into a kiss that started soft and deepened quickly, rolling us so her back met the mattress and my body settled over hers. The first full contact of my cock against the slick heat between her legs pulled a low sound from both of us. I kept kissing her while I rocked my hips, dragging the entire length of myself along her folds, coating myself in her wetness. Every slow glide made her moan into my mouth and made the ache at the base of my spine sharpen.

When I finally broke the kiss to look down at her, something unexpected settled over me. The sight of Sara lying open and willing beneath me did not push me toward losing control. If anything, I felt clearer and more deliberate than I had in the car with Sasha. I was certain that if she changed her mind in the next breath and asked me to stop, I would be able to stop.

Still, I did not want to test that certainty for long. I wanted this—for her, and for myself.

I eased her thighs farther apart until she was fully open to me. With one hand I gently parted her outer lips, exposing the soft, glistening pink of her entrance. She let out a small, nervous sound but never looked away. I lined the head of my cock against her and began to push forward as slowly and carefully as I could manage.

Even with how wet she was, the resistance was immediate. The tight ring of muscle at her entrance stretched gradually around the head, hot and snug, the pressure so concentrated it forced a rough breath out of me. I stopped once the head was fully inside, giving her body time to adjust. The heat that surrounded just that first part of me was intense enough that my thighs tensed.

Sara’s own breath had gone shallow. A muffled, high sound escaped her throat; she bit down on her lower lip to keep it from growing louder.

“Are you okay?” I asked, voice strained from the effort of staying still.

“No…” She still managed a small, shaky smile. “Just… keep going, Tyler.”

Her face showed pleasure mixed with clear discomfort. Fine tremors ran through her thighs and stomach. I stayed motionless longer than I wanted to, waiting for some of the tension in her body to ease. When the tight grip around the head of my cock loosened a fraction, I began to push deeper in small, careful increments—never more than half an inch at a time—letting her stretch around each new portion of me before giving her more.

The deeper I sank, the more the heat and pressure wrapped around me. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched in irregular waves, sometimes almost pushing me back out, sometimes pulling me farther in. By the time I was halfway inside, both of us were breathing hard. Sweat had begun to form at her temples and along my spine. The wet sounds of her body slowly accepting me filled the quiet space between our breaths.

I reached for the small reserve of mana inside me, guided it downward more by instinct than practiced control, and released a thin, careful thread of it into her at the place where we were joined.

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The moment the energy left me and entered her, her reaction was immediate and far louder than anything that had come before.

“AAAAHHHHNNNN~~~~~~!!!!”