South Park Elementary, recess time. Stan was sitting alone on a bench in the playground, with a depressed look on his face. He couldn't stop thinking about the events of the last few days, including the dinner of the previous night. While he brooded, the other three boys approached him.

"Hey, dude." Kyle greeted.

"Hey." Stan replied, despondent.

"What's wrong?"

Kyle asked, but deep down, he already knew the answer. So did Cartman and Kenny.

"Let me guess, the Eighth Graders again?" Cartman asked. Stan's silence answered his question.

"Dude, just forget about them!" Kyle urged. "Never mind that they're a bunch of pervert assholes!"

"That's not the problem!" Stan shouted, then regressed to his dejection. "I've been hearing them saying those things about Shelly for a long time, and then… stuff happened."

Cartman was curious. "Stuff? What kind of stuff?"

And that was as far as Stan would go. He wouldn't tell them about the two times he saw his sister naked, especially to Cartman.

"...just stuff." Managing to evade the question, he continued. "The thing is, all of that started to have some effect on me. They say that she's hot, and now…"

"Now what?" Again Cartman.

"…now I think she's hot too."

The three reacted with disgust at that revelation.

First Kyle. "Aw, man!"

Then Kenny. "(Really?)"

And finally Cartman. "That's sick, dude."

Stan already expected that reaction from them. Having the hots for his own sister wasn't something normal, even in a town like South Park.

"Tell me about it! I don't know what to do!"

Feeling Stan's woe, Kyle sat beside his friend. He hoped that what he had to say could give him some insight.

"Look, Stan, I think I have an idea of what you're through."

"You do? How could you possibly do?" Stan questioned, skeptical.

"Bebe and I had a talk about this sometime ago. Listen, you and Shelly live under the same roof, so it's natural that you two are quite intimate. Bet you walked in on her in the shower at least once."

Stan didn't answer. Just remembering that one encounter was too much for him.

"Anyway, all of that might cause something called 'sexual tension'. You just need to do something radical and get it over with."

The other three boys gave Kyle a funny look. The type that could be translated into "what the hell is he talking about?".

"Sexual… tension?" Stan asked.

And now Cartman. "Something radical? Like what?"

"Now you got me. Bebe never clarified that for me." Kyle replied.

Puzzled, Cartman took a few seconds to process Kyle's idea, and then spoke up, having reached a conclusion.

"Are you suggesting that Stan does something sexual with his own sister? Jesus, Kyle, keep your sick fantasies to yourself!"

Kyle glared at him in response. Defeated, Stan got off the bench.

"Seriously, guys, this isn't helping. I need to take a walk, clear my mind."

And he took his walk, leaving his friends behind. He had moved a few yards away from his previous location, before he realized that someone was trying to catch up with him.

"(Hey, Stan, wait!)"

Stan turned around, having recognized the voice. "What do you want, Kenny?"

"(I think I have a solution for your problem.)"

"What solution?"

Kenny pulled a piece of paper from the pocket of his parka and gave it to Stan. There were a name of a woman and an address written on it.

"What is this?" Stan asked.

"(Some chick I met on the streets. I was saving this for when I was older, but I guess you need that more than me.)"

Figuring out what Kenny meant with that, Stan angrily confronted him.

"Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck am I gonna do with a hooker?"

Kenny backed away. "(Hey, I was just trying to help. Look, you can keep that. Whatever you do with it, it's up to you.)"

He turned around and walked off. Stan stared at the paper, pondering whether he should do something with it.

Later that night, in the Marsh Residence, Shelly was watching TV, when she noticed Stan passing by her, walking toward the front door. He had his hands in his jacket pockets, looking like he was hiding something. She was suspicious.

"Hey, turd. Where are you going this late?" She asked.

Caught by surprise, Stan tried to come up with an answer. "Uh… Kyle asked me for help with his… homework, so… yeah, I'm going."

Stan quickly exited the house, making Shelly even more suspicious.