“Onii-chaaaan\~👨‍👦\~ anata👉 no ochinchin🍆🤤 ga daisuki💕 nandayoooo\~” said the sister, her chin poking out from the bedroom.

“Sorry friar that’s my cue!🏃‍♂️ It seems that i am needed in the bedroom!🦸‍♂️” The king turned around to leave to “attend” to his sister, almost smacking the friar in the face with his thicc chin.

The friar had seen enough degeneracy to last him the rest of his life. He made a short prayer before setting fire to the house as he went. “Lord forgive me for what i’m about to do. Send their twisted chins to a better place”.

As they burned the siblings kept going, being born without pain receptors. The slap of skin on skin was soon replaced with tearing sounds as their skin melted together and was torn apart with each thrust of the brother’s chin. When it was finished, the ground was salted, and holy water was used to put out the flames. It was cordoned off, and none were allowed to go near the site. To this day it is said that tearing sounds and moaning can be heard. That ghostly butt chins may be seen vigorously scissoring each other over and over in hellish consummation