Careful What You Wish For, Scene #01

In the quiet tension of their daughter's bedroom, Marie (Silvia Saige) and her husband Steve (Eric Masterson) sit, the air thick with anticipation. "Don't do this, Marie," Steve cautions, his voice a low rumble of concern. "This can only end badly." But Marie, with a smile that's equal parts reassurance and determination, is undeterred. "This is the right decision," she insists, her hand gently patting his leg. "But it's a solution to something that's not even a problem," Steve counters, his brow furrowed with worry. "Yet," Marie interjects, her tone hinting at an inevitable future. "You know how teenagers are. It's only a matter of time before she starts experimenting, and once she does...that'll be it. We won't be able to protect her anymore." Steve shifts uncomfortably, the weight of Marie's words settling over him. "Doesn't he want to protect her?" Marie presses, her eyes searching his. "That's not fair," Steve responds, his voice barely above a whisper. "Of course, I want to protect her, but...not like this." His hands clench, the knuckles turning white. "She's my daughter, for god's sake." Marie leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush. "She's your step-daughter, and in this situation, that distinction makes all the difference." Steve scoffs, still unconvinced, but Marie is relentless. "Steve...do you trust me?" she asks, her gaze unwavering. He nods, a quiet surrender. "So trust me on this," she urges, her voice a soft, insistent plea. The room falls silent, the tension palpable. Then, with a deep sigh, Steve capitulates. "It's time," Marie announces, her voice steady and sure. She calls out, her voice echoing through the house, "Lindsay! Can you come into your room, please?" Moments later, Lindsay (Jaye Summers) appears, her eyes darting between her parents, sensing the unusual atmosphere. "What's going on?" she asks, her voice laced with suspicion. Marie clears her throat, her gaze steady. "We need to talk to you," she begins, her voice measured. "About...changes that are coming." Lindsay laughs, a nervous edge to her voice. "Oh god, are you about to give me 'the talk'?" she asks, her cheeks flushing pink. "I'm 18. I know all about the birds and the bees." But Marie is undeterred, her voice steady and serious. "Yes, we know that you're well aware of how things...work," she acknowledges. "But you're a beautiful young woman, and soon...soon, if not already, you'll have lots of boys chasing after you." Lindsay's eyes widen, her alarm bells ringing. "Woah, now you're really freaking me out. What the hell is going on?" she demands, her voice shaking. Marie leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush. "You've told me that you're still a virgin," she reminds her. "But the fact is, you're not going to stay a virgin for long. And these boys who want to take that from you, they don't have your best interests in mind. But as your parents, we do." Marie pauses, her gaze steady. "And if you're going to lose your virginity, we want it to be with someone you trust. Someone you love." She takes a deep breath, her voice dropping to a delicate whisper. "Honey, we want you to lose your virginity...to your father." Lindsay recoils, her face a mask of disgust. "What? No!" she exclaims, her voice shaking with revulsion. But Marie is relentless, her voice a soft, insistent plea. "We just want to protect you," she urges, her eyes searching Lindsay's. "Think about it, sweetheart. This is the right thing to do." And so, with a mix of fear, revulsion, and a strange, reluctant curiosity, Lindsay finds herself agreeing. "O-ok...I'll do it," she whispers, her voice barely audible. CUT TO TITLE A few minutes later, Steve and Lindsay sit on the bed together, the air thick with nervous tension. They exchange a few moments of stilted small talk, their voices shaking with nerves. Then, slowly, tentatively, they lean in, their lips meeting in a soft, hesitant kiss. Leading Lindsay through her first sexual experience, Steve takes his time, his touch gentle and reassuring. He trails kisses down her body, his hands exploring her soft, supple skin. Lindsay's breath hitches in her throat, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrenders to the sensation. As Steve goes down on her, the camera shifts to the doorway, where Marie stands, watching the two with a satisfied smile on her face. She watches as her plan unfolds, her eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and desire. Then, slowly, soundlessly, she moves away from the door, leaving the two to their forbidden tryst. Later that night, Marie tries to engage Steve, her voice soft and curious. "How did it go?" she asks, her eyes searching his. But Steve is evasive, his body language distant and distracted. "Good night," he mumbles, turning out his bedside light and leaving Marie in the dark, a worried look crossing her face. A few days later, Marie is passing by the doorway of Lindsay's bedroom, a laundry basket in her arms. She hears odd sounds coming from within, her brow furrowing with curiosity. She carefully opens the door, her eyes widening with shock as she takes in the scene before her. Lindsay is on her knees, her head bobbing up and down as she sucks Steve's dick, her eyes closed in concentration. They don't notice Marie watching, her eyes wide with shock and hurt. She can't seem to turn away, her gaze locked onto the forbidden scene. Be careful what you wish for, Marie...for in the quiet tension of that bedroom, a dark desire has been unleashed, a Pandora's box of taboo pleasures that can never be closed again.