Continue to fuck her, what's the worst that could happen?

You continue your daily trysts with Gemma, who doesn't broach the subject again. One day, you receive a phone call from her while you're at work, and from the tone of her voice, she sounds very excited.

"My aunt broke her leg and tore a bunch of ligaments," she tells you, which completely confuses you as you have no idea why she'd be so excited about that. You're even sure you can hear her smile over the phone. "I know it sounds awful... but she's going to be fine. But the good news is, dad's going to fly over and take care of her while she's recovering. Which means... I'm going to be all alone in the house for at least a month."

You feel yourself immediately getting horny at the thought of taking her in her own home. No more long drives out to the motel, no more forking out hundreds of dollars - just the freedom to fuck her brains out whenever you want. You hang up the phone and immediately call Steven, under the pretense of a random chat. He tells you what you already know - that he'll be flying cross-country in a few days to look after his immobile sister, and probably won't be back for the next month. You suggest that the two of you grab lunch before he goes, and you offer to drive him to the airport afterward. He thanks you for being such a good friend, and in a couple of days, you grab a meal at the local sports bar and then head off to the airport. It's a two-hour drive, but the four-hour round trip is well worth it in your mind. After you've dropped him at the departures, you head back, and on the drive you receive a text message from Gemma.

The spare key is in the mailbox. Waiting for you. xxx