Disaster strikes.

Disaster strikes, but not one you had anticipated. For all of your planning, it seems that a higher power has favored you for something you did in the past. A heavy storm had been forecast that evening, but not one that was any cause for concern. You and your wife go to bed that night to the sound of heavy rain drumming against the roof of your house. You manage to catch Gemma sneaking out of your house from your window, like a good girl. She's absolutely drenched from the precipitation, but that's not your problem.

Just after midnight, you’re awoken by banging on your front door. Both you and Rebecca jolt upright in bed. Rebecca tries to turn on the lights, but the power seems to be out. You rush downstairs, throwing open the door to find Steven standing on your doorstep in his pajamas, and Gemma, wearing a tiny silk robe, soaked with rain. You usher them in quickly and close the door, taking them to the living room and sitting them down on the couches. Steven tells you that the tree in their front yard collapsed onto their house. It missed the bedrooms, where they were sleeping, fortunately, but there was now a huge hole in the roof of their house, with rain pouring through it.

Rebecca comes down and grabs some towels from the linen cupboard, and helps them dry off. You make a couple of mugs of hot chocolate for the two of them, while your wife organises some bedding for the spare bedrooms. Steven takes the room downstairs, the larger one, while Gemma will be put up in the smaller room upstairs, just down the hall from your bedroom. Your cock twitches as you scan her body, the outline of her curves pressing through her skimpy robe, knowing that she'll be asleep just a few feet away from you tonight.