Steve's Request

Steve pushed open the heavy lab door, his footsteps echoing slightly as he approached his father. He fidgeted nervously, his hands clasped behind his back, trying to hide their trembling. Walter looked up from his work, raising an eyebrow at his son's anxious demeanor.

"Umm, dad, I was wondering if you could help me with something," Steve started, his voice barely above a whisper.

Walter leaned back in his chair, intrigued. "What is it, Steve? You know you can talk to me about anything."

Steve took a deep breath and blurted out, "I want to fuck Alison. My step-sister."

Walter's eyes widened in surprise, and he spat out his coffee, splattering it across the lab bench. "What?" he managed to stammer, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. Walter's mind raced as he thought about Alison; he too had fantasized about her on more than one occasion. The idea of exploring those fantasies had crossed his mind, but he had always pushed it aside, focusing on his work instead.

Steve nodded, his cheeks flushing red. "Yeah, I know it's weird, but I can't stop thinking about her."

Walter took a moment to compose himself, his scientific curiosity piqued by Steve's confession and his own hidden desires. And suddenly he had an idea...

"Alright, Steve," Walter said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I think I might have a solution for you."

Steve's eyes widened with a mix of hope and nervousness. "Really? What do you have in mind?"

Walter smiled enigmatically. "Leave that to me. I have an idea that just might work."