A few minutes pass...
— So you're saying that even though I've diverged into being heterosexual, I can still get in touch with my gay side? inquires Chrom.
— That's what I believe, according the Holy Word of the Great Faggot in the Sky, responds Amos. And I think you should test out that theory with me, big boy.
Chrom's heart is beating faster and faster; he is struck by Cupid's arrow and falls in love with Amos. Lissa wakes up from her concussion or whatever and mumbles:
— H-hey, what's uh... what's going on?
Chrom addresses his sister:
— Lissa, would you like to play a round of little imouto dicking down with me?
— Teehee! You know I love to play this game!
Chrom winks at Amos. The latter indibutebly (or however you spell that) understands. Chrom undoes his belt and releases his body from his wretched pants. His virile member is now visibly fully erect and heading towards Lissa's vagina (before you ask, she's not wearing underwear). While Chrom fucks his sister dry, Amos also takes off his pants, freeing his monster cock. 12 inches flaccid, but it quickly hardens as he feasts his eyes on one of the few things that still turns him on: incest. He grabs Chrom's shoulders.
— I love you, Chrom.
Chrom reaches orgasm, filling his brain damaged sister's vagina with sticky, hot semen. As the tip of Amos' cock caresses his rectum, he switches from Lissa's vagina to her cavernous asshole. His hands sweeps across Lissa's buttocks and T H I G H S while the whole of his anus is filled by Amos' gigantic dong. Lissa squeals time after time as her brother becomes more and more violent with his thrusts. Amos starts to grunt as well, with his deep, Vincent Price-esque voice. Between two grunts, he whispers in Chrom's ear:
— I feel as if the Great Faggot wanted this.