Author's Note: Hey readers! If you're new to this series I'm now writing so it's easy to pick up what's happened and what is happening without being completely clueless. As for the veterans, it's good to be back, and as a little FYI, this first chapter is mainly just an explanation of the aftermath from the Van Clair War, as I like to call it, from the previous Part: Three. ALSO! For this chapter there is A LOT of metaphors/symbolism stuff going on, so if something doesn't seem to make sense, it's probably because of that. Additional information is at the bottom. Now please read and enjoy:

Innocently Incestual

Part: Four

Chapter: One

As spring blossomed in the Dallas, Texas landscape, the air became warm with cool breezes rushing in the annual tornado season. For Adam Santos, Jessica and Dallas Giomani, Anastasia Petrova, and Jason Van Clair their friendship was now sprouting like the flowers of spring through the cold winter snow. Greenery made its home to the land, though the cold tolls of winter's past needed to be remembered, but not pondered on. Love was growing, and hopefully the sprouting life of spring would convey the new delightful emotions all five friends shared for each other.

Crimson rose pedals were soaked by one of March's light showers. Transparent droplets magnified the rose's color, but soon fell gracefully to the emerald ground. Baring tears that could be mistaken for the rain, a formal dressed Dallas Giomani stood above his mother's grave as his hands lowered the bouquet of roses to gently cover her burial ground. The twenty-three year old young man stooped in stature as his somewhat short light brown hair began to fall with the rain's weight. Sobs and cries could be heard from a great distance as Dallas attempted desperately to control his emotions, but still after two months he could not get over his mother's suicide.

"Why did you leave me?" He breathed under his breath huskily.

At his side with a hand ready to take in the older boy's warmth, stood Adam Santos. The younger boy's hair had been trimmed nicely to prepare for another shaggy period, yet that time wasn't now. Instead, his once dark brown hair now just appeared black as his brown eyes sparkled like gems in his tanned youthful face of only seventeen years. Dressed not as formal as Dallas, but still respectful, Adam wore a nice sweater with slacks. There was silence other than the rain that fused with Dallas's cries. Adam did his best to asset his lover's depression, but after so long it seemed as if an impossible task were upon him.

The two lovers stood without talking for over half an hour. Spring's cool breezes rushed up against their backs, cooling them from the humid wet day. An umbrella stood up above Adam, but not Dallas. The tall muscular young man could care less what element tortured his body, so long as he could look at his mother and hope that one day there would be peace.

Other than the rain and sobs, silence was the only sound of the warm wet March afternoon.

At another grave stood Jessica Giomani and Anastasia Petrova in an awkward silence. The two had shared a touchy experience (a kiss) that they regretted to enjoy. Jessica wore her signature green dress that fell gracefully only inches from her waist. It was Gucci as she accessorized with Tiffany jewelry. High heels pushed her height up a good couple of inches as the shoes sparkled with elegance. Even her hair that fell angelically past her shoulders appeared cut in such ways that only a true renowned hair stylist could have accomplished. It was obvious she was from wealth, as was her well-dressed brother. The two of them were now in charge of the Giomani Family – the mafia. Unlike in the past when they were oblivious to their family's business, now the two siblings shared the same rank within the crime organization they were responsible for upholding. Yet, Jessica wanted nothing to do with it. It wasn't even until the last couple of months of their father's life that they found out about the mafia and their roles within it. Unfortunately, had the two siblings not taken up the head of operations, their lives would be at great risk to an attack. Though with her strong will, Jessica refused to actually do anything. Instead, she merely listened to her brother's plans and ideas with a silent nod of agreement. Jessica Giomani was still in high school. Now, however, not only was she rich, but the head of the Giomani crime family.

As for Anastasia Petrova, with her pure black silk-like hair that had been cut to rest at her shoulders, the girl stood in an awkward position, not really wanting to be at the cemetery. Her eyes were once a true ice blue, yet now were dull with dark bags beneath them. The girl was tired, and begged for sleep. Her mind had been occupied for months now about Jason's health, mainly his mental health. With a loving heart, Anastasia wasn't prepared to be truly separated from the love of her life. She stood shorter than Jessica with her snow-white Russian skin glowing through the small raindrops. Her stature even appeared tired as she leaned forward with no true support. For both of the girls, it was Anastasia who held an umbrella up to cover the two from the rain. After having had an abortion and being kidnapped, Anastasia's distress couldn't easily be understood. She was afraid now of many things, and begged that one day she could walk again in the sun without the fear of death lingering behind her. She missed the sun, in fact, she begged for its presence, but now with the rain clouds covering every part of the sky, Anastasia would have to wait another day. Proud of her, Anastasia's parents were still celebrating their daughter's acceptance to a famous youth ballet group in Dallas. If it weren't for Anastasia's profound acting skills, her artificial smile would be worthless. Now in the rain, and trapped in darkness, Anastasia begged to one day again see Jason's bright golden hair and sky blue eyes.

It was Jason who was missing from the group. He had been living in his own bedroom for what seemed like an eternity. Immediately after school he would rush to his estate and retreat from society and the darkness that he believed were haunting him. After being introduced to his true biological family, Jason wished he had remained believing that his adoptive parents were his true parents. Instead, his ignorance was pushed out of him as Vanessa, his psychopathic sister, had murdered his brother right before his eyes, only months ago. Her rein over the peaceful Dallas City had left a scar in the hearts of many. Vanessa Van Clair had murdered many people while living in Dallas, and now she had escaped from being murdered by the even more mysterious Stockwood Family. No longer was murder an every day occurrence, but the scar of fear that had penetrated the five friends was still burning. It was peacetime, a period where insanity no longer disrupted every day life. Though the five friends were still in shock, as they knew that at the moment it was the calm before the storm. Jason had been suffering from depression, alone in the darkness he felt. To him no one loved him, and that was why he had been exposed to such evil like Vanessa and her delinquencies. His adopted parents never tried to find him after he was kidnapped, his "supposed" girlfriend never once tried to find him, and his friends had never once tried to find him after being kidnapped. And behind all of that there was this idea that he wanted to be with Adam, even though his heart begged for Anastasia. "Why?" He often asked himself as his own sexuality was now skewed. To Jason, there was no such thing as true love, just typical love that would one-day end in misery.

It was a Saturday, and so Dallas had come back from College Station and took Adam to his house where they spent the rest of the day watching movies and eating a nicely prepared dinner. This happened every weekend. Dallas had lived in a one-story house, though obviously very expensive, and at the moment he refused to move in with Jessica and his stepmother at their manor in Preston Hollow. Dallas kept to himself at his humble adobe that was decorated the best it could be with its size. There, every weekend Dallas would comfort Adam to the best he could. Though something was different now. After the loss of his father and mother, Dallas had been keeping to his own thoughts, rarely actually having a meaningful conversation with his boyfriend Adam. Now the two young adults were in an awkward relationship. Dallas was twenty-three, and Adam was seventeen. Dallas was tall and muscular, while Adam was lithe and lacked defined muscles. Dallas was the head of a wealthy mafia family, and Adam came from a struggling middle class household. Adam had not yet informed his parents that he was gay, let alone that he had a boyfriend who was six years older than him. There was no way he could, since his family was strongly devoted to the Catholic Church. It was a sin to be gay, or so his parents believed. Thus, Adam couldn't be himself at home, and so he spent every weekend with his now quiet boyfriend.

Every night they were together they made love. Though it wasn't as amazing as it had originally been. Instead it was now more of a routine. Dallas would begin to embrace Adam with his bare muscular abs, chest, and arms. The older young man was warm while Adam was always cool in his shorter and thinner body. After moments of hugging and pushing each other's flesh on the other they began to kiss and make out. Eventually Dallas and would get an erection that would cause both of them to begin and grope on each other. Adam would then undress Dallas while taking off everything he had on. Shortly after kissing again, the two would dive into Dallas's king size bed. Their naked bodies would begin to clash as warmth and coolness began to mix. Dallas's erection would look massive to Adam, as the younger boy prepared to be penetrated. It was large and created pain and a burning tickling sensation as well. Adam yearned for these moments, and as the pleasure intensified and Dallas climaxed, Adam was left regretting the actions he had just been a part of. The younger boy hated it when it was all done and how he would just roll over and leave Dallas to do nothing other than sleep or keep to himself. They never once talked anymore. Instead, silence was the main thing going on for the both of them. Adam wanted to tell Dallas how he now felt lonely, but at every attempt he was reminded of Dallas's own depression, and how he needed someone beside who would keep quiet for the time being. Sure the sex was amazing as Adam felt every part of Dallas's muscular, hard, and warm body. Though this still wasn't enough. The storm outside of the room seemed to be striking lightening as Adam's downpour of emotions fell onto deaf ears. Dallas was oblivious to his boyfriend's feelings about the silent period.

Maybe there was a strange feeling between the two because of Dallas's father's attempt to kill Adam. It had only been two months ago, and Adam was still having nightmares of the event. It had started as Mr. Giomani senior intruded Adam's house with a gun shoved to the young man's forehead. Though there was mystery behind that incident as well. A sniper had shot the older man in the head, assassinating him, yet also saving Adam's life. So who shot Mr. Giomani? The authorities had no other evidence, thus they believed Adam's story. Dallas had been completely depressed by the lost of his two parents. Maybe he was taking out his anger on Adam. Though that was too immature for Dallas's loving heart.

The two lovers would eventually kiss each other good night with a simple "I love you" to end it all. When Sunday night would come, Adam was taken home in Dallas's Jeep. Like a recycled piece of plastic, Adam felt used and unneeded, soon, he felt, the storm that was waging quietly would become heard once it set fire to the region.

Though for Jessica, it was good she was left alone with her mother in the manor that set them apart from society. The wild young woman could be often found in bed with her fingers delicately playing with her clitoris and closed eyes. She would do this naked with a secret deep down in her thoughts as she imagined another woman sucking on her hard nipples. Jessica begged that her "dark" thoughts would finally be able to come into the light, but every time she tried, she was overwhelmed by what everyone would think of her. Sure, her brother was gay, but hardly anyone knew. What would happen if I came out to everyone? She thought over and over again. Jessica's female sensuality begged to be heard as it seemed as though only another woman could satisfy her vagina's lack of pleasure. Every night, around the same time, Jessica would lock her door and begin to think of other women at school and some she had seen for only seconds at the store. She knew no one would ever suspect her to be a lesbian, especially due to her rebellious past. Now, however, she no longer slept with guys from school. Alone, she would fantasize about girls and their breasts, wondering about nipples and breast size. She thought of how it would feel to touch another girl's sensitive are. She wondered how it would taste and how it would feel with her tongue going so deep into another girl. Jessica was a ticking time bomb, unable to release the surge of trapped sexual emotion; she would soon have to do it with another girl.

After going to the cemetery, Jessica thought long and hard about Anastasia. She had once thought she was in love, in fact, she still thought she was in love with the Russian dark haired beauty. Over and over Jessica would convince herself during the day that she wasn't in love with Anastasia, yet at night she would deceive her own self as her fingers created orgasms of pure lust for the fair-skinned blue-eyed girl.

As for Anastasia herself, she had gone to visit Jason at his estate left to him by Vanessa Van Clair. Originally Jason had not wanted to have anything to do with the large house, but the thought of living with the people he had once thought to be his loving parents was enough to scare him off. Now, at the Van Clair Manor, bodyguards allowed Anastasia in with no limit to where she could venture inside the house. However, there was nothing to find other than Jason in his chair as he watched through his large bedroom window the spring landscape ready to produce beautiful bluebonnets.

"Hey," Anastasia spoke softly as she entered the room like a cat.

Jason didn't respond. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, reminding Anastasia of the bandages that wrapped around his wrists. He often slid a sharp blade across his arms and hands, but a guard always ended up discovering him and sending him to the hospital. In fact, it happened so many times that there was now a doctor in the manor. Deep down inside, Jason knew he didn't want to die, but instead to just feel pain. He wanted to feel the same physical pain he felt emotionally. That's why he never died quickly; instead the furthest he ever got to 'dying' was passing out.

"I brought you your favorite snack!" Anastasia spoke cheerfully. There was still no response. Jason really did love Anastasia, he was just too afraid at this point to try and commence contact. Expecting no response, Anastasia placed a package of Whataburger french-fries on a nightstand. Jason loved Whataburger, in fact, back in the day Jason was known for getting high in the middle of the night and driving recklessly to the nearest Whataburger for some fries.

Jason finally turned his head, with his eyes being the center of attention now. Anastasia gasped as she noticed how teary eyed he was with some blush staining his face and swollen veins throughout his eyes. Anastasia quickly pushed herself to his chair and hugged him. Her nose took in his smell and the feeling of his hands and arms and neck and cheeks. Anastasia some how found herself beginning to cry as well. "I love you." She spoke out as Jason embraced the hug. The dark haired girl found herself a night guest as the two slept together peacefully, with a conversation here and there and eventually everything miraculously ended with an "I love you more." Jason was sorry for his actions, but still his mind lingered in such dark thoughts of death being a friend and not enemy.

The next day something peculiar happened, something not normal to the American postal service. It was a Sunday, and there was a letter in the five friends' mailbox. Each person took a steady stare as their eyes widened once they opened up the fancy thick and soft envelope that held an even fancier invitation:

You have been cordially invited to a party that is to take place this Saturday afternoon.

Other than those words, an address was given. By Monday all five friends released they had all received the same invitation. There was a strange feeling all the friends got when they found out that no one else in school was invited. But what made the invitation intimidating was what Jessica realized after reading the address over and over again.

Jessica gasped at the lunch table "That's at Randy's house!"

"But he's in jail." Anastasia commented with an approving nod from both Jason and Adam.

(To Be Continued)

Author's Note:

If Randal Stockwood is in jail, then who sent the invitations? Or was it him? Also, are Adam and Dallas's relationship in jeopardy? Will Jessica and Anastasia come into some more contact? Or will Anastasia fall back into Jason's arms? What about that marriage that was supposed to happen?

Sorry about all the information that seemed to have no end, but trust me, it'll get way sexier! I just had to introduce you all to the present situation. Oh! And when I go to visit family in the south there are these chains of fast food restaurants called "Whataburger." And it is amazing! (I'll admit) What are bluebonnets? It's Texas' state flower. As for "College Station" that's the city that A&M is in. I did my research for Texas!

As for the genre for Part: Four, I did have a LOT of fun with all the suspense from Part: Three, but I eventually needed to end that because I missed romance and drama. But we finally have a lesbian in the pool of characters. Yay! So now we finally have all sexualities (assuming asexual is just a myth).