Fruits of Desire

[Krysta]

Chapter one: Sprouts

It wasn't fair. By Odin's Boots it wasn't fair. Why? Why did it have to be this way? His mother wishes for him to marry for love, and his father wishes for him to produce an heir before the next time he wakes from Odinsleep. Both of these wishes were unfair by the highest standard. How can he produce an heir if he takes no liking to the girls who come from far and wide, in every corner of Asgard, to become his queen. And how can he marry for love, when the one he loves dearly and closely to his heart is one of a... complicated... relationship.

The fair and lovely Drifa was all he wanted in a woman, and all he would ever need. She was lithe and shapely. Her lips were like that of the reddest apple in Asgard and her eyes were as white a blue as the snow in Jotennheim. He would literally, do anything to have this maiden in the same bed as he, but alas!

She was his sister.

In a life that was completely and utterly unfair was what he, Thor, God of Thunder, was living in. Why, he remembered the first day she had been brought home. She had been at the age of six, an Asgardian with no family, and his father had a heart big enough to adopt her with.

He remembered the first day he fell in love with her. It was before he even knew she was his sister. He had only been twelve and she had fell into a lake and as it would seem she couldn't swim worth enough to save her own life.

Maybe it was 'Pity Love' he was putting into her lap and placing into her delicate little hands. No, that couldn't be it, that wasn't it. He refused to see his love for her as 'Pity Love.'

It was love. And she was the only one he wanted to spend the rest of his days with. But why? Why did she have to be his sister?

[Krysta]

Chapter two: Sweet Blueberries.

Thor watched with his chin in the palm of his hand, his elbow sitting on his knee as he sat on a rock which was his current perch. A tell tale smiled never left his face meaning that he was, as always, drooling with his eyes over his fair sister Drifa.

She sat in a clearing of flowers, holding a basket of blueberries and, very delicately, one by one, she ate them. He tilted his head to the side as his eyes never left her feasting lips. Haunting him day in and day out they were, those sinful pieces of flesh that were oh so soft to the touch with his own. Not that he ever had the pleasure to taste them, no, he didn't. But that didn't mean he didn't think about nibbling on them, licking them, dominating them with his own lips.

But what would his parents say? What would they do? How would they take the thought of their son, marrying their daughter? His father he was sure would deny him such a pleasure of marriage to the exotic creature that was his sister. And his mother he believed would be shocked by his actions. And he didn't even want to start thinking about how Loki would take the news of his love for their sister.

Speaking of the little green eyed devil, here he comes now, "Thor? What has gotten into you?" he demanded to know, "You have been making father very restless as of late."

All Thor did was stair in the direction of the Asgardian Angel. "I am watching over our sister, am I not permitted to be the older brother to her that I am?" he asked.

Loki only gave a crooked smile and shook his head, "No, it's not bad. But it would be better for you to go and pick a wife. Father is getting inpatient."

Thor sighed, breaking away from the site of his one, true love and looked over at his brother, "But I do not wish to marry, not when none of the women peek my interest." he said as he got back to watching Drifa and the blueberries she was eating.

Before Loki could speak again, the vixen of a sister of their looked over at them with a smile. One could see now that her lower lip was bigger then the upper one, giving her the appearance that she was pouting, "Does anyone want a blueberry?" she sang out happily, and Thor, without another thought, quickly agreed and sat down next to her as she began to hand feed him the little droplets of sugar called blueberries. Loki watching them with an air of suspicion.

[Krysta]

Chapter Three: Look at those watermelons!
The day was quite beautiful if Thor could say so himself. The air was crisp and clear, a perfect Autumn day to say the lest. But what made it beautiful was the beautiful maiden that accompanied him on his way to get their mother some fruit.

She wore a blue dress, one that had certainly become his favorite for the low bodice that adorned her front. Her creamy skinned mounds held in but to the point of spilling over, captivated him.

“Brother, what do you think of these? Would mother like them?” she asked as she picked up two, full, round watermelons and held them to her chest at such a perfect angle, the image her dear brother had in his mind was one none to chaste.

“Uhhh...” before he could begin she interrupted, “No, let's put this one back and what about this one? Which is bigger?” she asked, holding them up to her chest again. For Odinssake did she like being a little vixen in his eyes? Did she like making him think naughty things about her? Well, Thor didn't mind one bit at the moment. Being able to stair freely at her chest had been one of the things on his bucket list and he wasn't going to lose that opportunity now, “How about you switch that one, for this one.” he said, taking one of the melons and replacing it with a much bigger one.

Needless to say this went on for fifteen minutes before Loki, like a spider, showed up at the time when one was lest expecting him, and least wanting him and, taking in the scene before him, picked the watermelons Drifa was holding and paid for them. Mumbling something about 'Innocent girls' and 'stupid meatheads.'