It’s early. Don and Ann are barely awake.

“Should I make coffee?” Don asks.

“What time is it?” Ann says.

“Looks foggy out,” Don says.

“I told you you should have closed the curtains,” Ann says.

“It’d still be foggy,” Don says.

“You never know,” Ann says.

“You’re silly,” Don says.

“You know what day it is today?” Ann asks.

“Sunday,” Don says.

“Mother’s Day,” Ann says.

“Oh, that’s right,” Don says. “Happy Mother’s Day.”

“Maybe someday,” Ann says.

“What’s your mom like?” Don asks.

“Blueberries,” Ann says.

“No, I mean, like, is she like you?”

“In what way?” Ann says.

“Does she look like you?”

“More like I look like her,” Ann says. “What about your dad?”

“He likes blueberries, too,” Don says.

“Funny guy,” Ann says.

“What if they had met each other?” Don asks.

“Like ran into each other on the beach?” Ann says.

“Yeah, only it’s foggy out,” Don says.

“Like this morning,” Ann says.

“What kind of swimsuit would your mom be wearing?” Don asks.

“Something with flowers,” Ann says.

“Like that one you were wearing.”

“Yeah, like that one,” Ann says.

“Or maybe she’d be naked,” Don suggests.

“She wouldn’t. She was kind of shy. Like me.”

“Ha, ha,” Don says. “I’d prefer her to be naked.”

“Well then your dad has to be naked too,” Ann says.

“Fair enough,” says Don.

“Does your dad have a big cock?” Ann asks.

“Pretty big,” Don says.

“So you’ve actually seen it?”

“Yeah, a few times.”

“But not erect.”

“No, not erect,” Don confirms.

“So you don’t know if it’s really big,” Ann says.

“I guess that’s true,” Don admits.

“But I bet it is really big. Big and nice,” Anne says. “Almost as big and nice as yours.”

“Right,” Don agrees. “I bet your mom would like to suck it.”

“You want my mom to suck your cock?”

“No. I want her to suck my dad’s cock.”

“You do?”

“I mean in the ... In whatever it is we’re doing,” Don clarifies.

“Maybe she would,” Ann muses. “I doubt she’s ever sucked anyone’s cock but my dad’s.”

“But on the beach it’s so foggy,” Don says. “And they’re naked.”

“And they have this affinity,” Ann adds. “Is your dad going to come in my mom’s mouth?”

“Would you like that?” Don asks.

“I would,” Ann says. “But I’d rather he came in her cunt.”

“So they fuck?”

“They do.”

“And nine months later we’re born,” Don says.

“Twins!” Ann exclaims.

“Twins,” Don seconds.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Ann says.

“But it’s still foggy out,” Don says.

“Then we don’t need clothes,” Ann says.

“Perfect,” Don says.

“Or maybe you could fuck me here first,” Ann says.

“Perfect,” Don says.