Her twin brother, Fionn

The perssson makez me turn around annnnd I see it’s by brother, Ffffffionn.

“Fiooooonn!” I say, and slap his chest. “You ssstartled me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” He apo-apololllol … says sorry. He then snifffffs with his noze and asks “Finola. Are you drunk?”

“Pffff, I’mmm not drunk.” I say. “If I were drunk, w-would I be able to do thisss?”

I start ballllancing on one leg. But then the ground consssspires against me by becoming wobbely and tuuuurning around me and mmmmaking me fall. As I am about to fall, I reach … for the nearest tree to llllean on and at least prev-prev-prev … stop myself from falling.

Assssss I am resssssting against the nice tree, I raizze my hand and say, “That … doesn’t count.”

“Yes, Finola. You’re not drunk.” Fionn agrees. “But maybe we should get home right now.”

“Oh! That is eeee-xactly what I was ... trying to do!” I say.

I walk ovvvver to him and give my brother a hug. He izzzzuch a good brother. Whilllle I am giving him my huggies, there is sommmething that seemssss to be pushing against me. I pull back … and look down … to see it is my brother’s sssstick.

“Oooh, your bu-branch haz come out to say … hello.” I let Fionn know. I decide to be friendly and welcome my brother’s peepee. “Hellllllo there, misssster penis.” And stroke it a few times with my finger.

“Ma-maybe you should give it a hug.” Fionn tells me.

“Ggggood … idea.” I say, and geeeet on my knees to be closer … to Fionn’s dick.

I grab hissss dick … with both my hands … and ruuuuub my cheek against it. A niiiice biiiiig hug with my niiiiice waaaaarm cheek.