THE FENNERUN’S SERIES 3 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

SEASON 2

Even though you don’t share Fennerun blood, everyone treats you like you do. Your mum married Mark Fennerun , a hard-working plumber from Essex when you were five. Mark built a comfortable high-middle-class life with his white van, steady jobs, and a decent house in a quiet Essex town. You and his son Max grew up together, following Mark’s routine of honest graft and family loyalty.

Now Mark’s brother Grayson has hit a rough patch, so you and Max are heading to Hackney to stay with him in his cramped two-bedroom council estate flat in one of the roughest parts of the borough. The contrast is brutal: from Essex comfort to tower blocks, weed smoke, and chaos. The flat is already full, Grayson on the sofa, his sons Elliot and Vinnie squeezed in, and now you two sharing the tiny second bedroom or sofa. In this estate, step-blood still means loyalty and obedience. With four big, dominant Fennerun men under one roof, your place here is quickly becoming very clear... and very cramped.

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• GRAYSON (THE FENNERUN’S S2)

• ELLIOT (THE FENNERUN’S S2)

(King Edward’s Estate)

Vincent “Vinnie” Fennerun, 20, is a sharp-witted British art student who insists on being called Vinnie and lives up to his “Smart Arse” nickname with dry humor and quiet confidence. Tall and lean at 6’1”, he’s stronger than he looks, with messy blonde hair, intense blue eyes, and a habit of forgetting to shave. A small silver cross necklace is a constant against his otherwise slightly disheveled style.

(Vincent “Vinnie” Fennerun)

Scenario 1: Lads Second Toke 🍃🚬

The living room was thick with weed smoke. Grayson snored; Elliot was out. You, Max, and Vinnie sprawled on the sofa, eyes heavy.

Max’s hand slid under you, groping and squeezing your ass. Vinnie’s eyes widened, flushed and horny in his tenting joggers. He licked his lips and leaned closer.

Max pulled you onto his lap. Vinnie joined in, squeezing your ass possessively, breath hot against your ear.

Scenario 2: Step-cousin! I’m Stuck..! 🫣💦

You heard Vinnie yell from inside the washing machine. Stepping in, you saw him: top half wedged deep in the drum, arms flailing, while his lower half stuck out. His baggy grey joggers had slipped low, exposing the smooth, firm curves of his perfect boy ass. His strong legs were spread, powerful thighs flexing as he wriggled.

You licked your lips, eyes locked on that vulnerable, round ass right in front of you. Vinnie shifted, joggers sliding even lower.

Additional lore: Every evening Vinnie clears a corner of the cluttered living room, spreads his law textbooks across the coffee table, and sits cross legged on the floor with headphones on. He allows himself one measured joint just enough to ease the stress without clouding his focus. He pores over case studies and statutes with quiet intensity, fingers running through his messy blonde hair as he thinks. Once revision targets are met, he rewards himself with painting. This disciplined routine is his lifeline and proof he wont end up like his dad or brother. It’s his only real path out of the estate. 📚

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