Restless Legs Syndrome

Restless Legs Syndrome

By: Kieran King

March 27th, 2020 @ 8:17 P. M.

Three days prior to these events, the world descended into a panic it had not experienced since the dark days of the Black Plague: the CoronaVirus, or COVID-19 as it was commonly abbreviated as, had become a bonafide pandemic that would alter the world in a way no one could have predicted and upset an established global infrastructure that held fast for the better part of a century. So it is only fitting that this story, set in one of the most pivotal points in modern history, would follow an outwardly ordinary family that resided in the heart of Appalachia; a family who were sequestered within their cabin-style home in the city of Morgantown to avoid this new age outbreak, only to pull back the curtain to reveal the demons sequestered within themselves. Demons, Graham Masterson soon found, that did not like to be kept hidden....

He knew he shouldn't want her, yet he did; she sat there blissfully unaware with her nose practically pressed to her phone, smiling softly to herself. It felt wrong, watching her like some distant predator stalking his prey from afar, waiting to strike; he shifted in the oxblood leather couch, crossing his leg ankle-over-knee doing his very best to keep the very noticeable bulge in his tight faded denim jeans from being more apparent. Her gaze shot up from her screen addiction, noting his fidgets but thought nothing of it before going back to whatever mindless activity played out on her phone, corralling her burgundy pants clad knees closer to those spilling bosoms that caught his eye.

[I feel... dirty. But that's only turning me on more.]

She got up, crossing the robin's egg blue room, her punker combat boots clomped across the walnut hardwood floors; without turning his head, his gaze followed her until she rounded the couch he sat on and went out of sight. The pervert let out a breath of relief, feeling his heart jackhammering against his ribcage just as his plump girlfriend strolled in and plopped onto the couch next to him.

"Hey."

"Oh hey." he responded, his voice quivered nervously.

"Something wrong?" her hand fell to his lap, rubbing up and down it until she rose too high and found a rather lengthy surprise pulsing just below the denim. "Hello there! What got you so hard?"

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, hand clutched the arm of the chair while his crotch compulsively bumped against her caressing fingertips.

"Thinking about you..." the lie slipped past his lips on rattled breath.

"And what were you thinking about, exactly?" her hand grabbed it firmly in her palm, hard enough for her to feel his heartbeat.

"Why don't you and I go somewhere a little quieter and I'll show you." he leaned in to whisper, his lips were just inches from her ear, tickling her.

She got up promptly, grabbing his hand and hoisting him onto his feet and leading him across the living room into the nearby bathroom tucked away in the corner. They barely stepped in when Nova hiked her skirt up and yanked down her pink lacy underwear to her knees, bending herself over the porcelain basin; she looked into the mirror back at him,

"So what'd you wanna show me?"

Graham didn't bother to drop his pants fully, instead yanking his fly down to let his cock flop out, spitting into his palm and working it over the rigid tool.

"Don't tease meeeee." she pleaded, wagging her bottom to entice him.

But he wasn't seeing Nova spreading her bottom wide... no, he saw her sister, Maggie exposing her sweet, plump thigh treasure, gazing back at him hungrily.

"Oh fuck..." he took of her by the hips, pressing the throbbing head of his cock to her lips then slammed inside of her, much to her delight.

"What's gotten into you?" asked "Maggie", licking her lips salaciously.

"Maybe you should worry about what's about to get into you." he replied, crashing his body into hers with such vigor that it pressed her cheek against the cold mirror; but she smiled with carnal delight splashed across her innocent visage.

He worked himself inside of her, pumping furiously; "Maggie" cried out, turning to look him in his eyes with her aquamarine eyes; Graham clapped his hand over her mouth when she let loose a particularly loud grunt when he plunged inside of her to the very root of his drilling member.

"Be quiet or everyone will know what we're doing."

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her knees buckled then converged to barely hold up as she stammered,

"I-I-I'm c-c-c-cu-cumm-innng!"

Her insides convulsed, clamping down on him while he continued to thrust deep within her taut little body. He reached forward to grip her shoulder while he gave everything he had to plow her mercilessly.

"Graham, I want you to cum on me." he knew it was Nova saying it but he was so deep in the fantasy, it was "Maggie's" voice he heard.

"Where do you want it?" he felt his balls tighten, rising just as every nerve ending in his body began to crackle.

"My face... I wanna feel it dropping off of my face and onto my lips." the fantasy version of the younger sister said breathy, eyes jammed shut while just riding out wave after wave of pleasure that ravished her body.

He gave it a few more pumps then wrenched his rod from her syrupy folds and lifted her from over the sink, turning her around to face him, then forced her to her knees. She obeyed, of course; eager, she knelt before him as he stroked his veiny tower releasing a torrent of white-hot seed onto her face, as promised. As if it were manna from God, she wiped the salty, pear droplets from her cheeks and off her eyelids only to plug those glazed fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean.

"That... was by far... the best sex we've ever had." she said between deep breaths; he blinked and it was no longer "Maggie" looking up at him, she had turned back into Nova.

His cock deflated with haste at this realization, the covetous pervert stuffed his flaccid cock back into his pants and zipped them back up, saying to her,

"Yeh same." Graham's voice was flat, uninterested.

"... That sure sounded genuine." she got up onto her feet, dusting off her knees, then grabbing a wad of toilet paper to wipe between her thighs of any excess nectar dripping from her ravaged flower; the calico-haired Nova pulled her skirt down some, "Everything alright?"

"What? Yeah of course. I just don't wanna get caught with our literal 'pants down', ya know?" he cleared his throat, trying his best to sound convincing.

She hesitated but did not press the issue,

"I guess you're right."

He turned to the door, cracking it open a bit to peek out to check if the coast was clear; only Maggie (the real one) sat back in her spot. Graham waved Nova out, they both walked out carefully so as not to draw Maggie's attention from her phone. But the moment the door closed softly behind them, the younger sister piped up,

"You guys have fun?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Nova countered automatically.

"Pfft, like you guys weren't bumping uglies in there... you don't have to lie." Maggie cocked an eyebrow and pursed her lips, unconvinced.

"We were just having a conversation." Graham jammed his hands into his pockets, wondering how she knew when they were so quiet.

[Unless she heard Nova moan that one time...]

"Right and the fact that you both smell like a porn set totally supports that." she fired back, poking holes in their alibi.

"You're not-" Nova began but Maggie rose up a bit to slid her phone into her back pocket, interrupting,

"Gonna tell Nana?" she smoothed her hand over her thighs, then folded her arms under her shelf-like breasts. "Nahh, I don't care enough."

Nova visibly relaxed at this, she had been standing stock still, not breathing until she heard her sister's decision.

"Thanks, Maggs." Nova muttered sheepishly.

"Yeah... thanks." Graham added, though he did not mean her concession to silence; he was thanking her for her unknowing involvement in his little fantasy.

The day proceeded as if nothing covert occurred, Graham ended his night early and retreated to his cramped room. By the time Nova joined him in bed, he had rolled onto his side to face the painted wall. She touched his shoulder, shaking him lightly, whispering,

"Hey, you awake?"

But he chose not to answer, keeping his eyes closed to pretend that he was fast asleep; she double-checked to see if he slept then he felt her presence withdraw from the bed, exiting through the door as quietly as her portly figure would allow. He wondered where she was off to but didn't question it and chose to actually fall asleep now.

March 28th, 2020 @ 3:28 A. M.

He awoke in the pitch black room, lit only by the clunky red digital clock's numbers that flashed the time: 3:28 AM; his eyes caught the peek of the hallway light stabbing the darkness back and heard the shuffle of drugged feet across the hallway runner. Graham sat up and looked to the left side of the bed, seeing that Nova hadn't returned to bed.

[Odd, but maybe she can't sleep, he thought, committed to not jumping to conclusions.]

He gathered the pair of comfy pants piled up on the floor by his side of the bed, pulling them over his waist while tugging at the tail of his threadbare T-shirt to cover his slightly exposed stomach.

[Dammit, must've picked up her shirt instead of mine, he groggily thought as he shuffled around the footboard towards the ajar door.]

His hand pried the door open, the hinges creaked as he peeked out, his sleep-heavy voice called out his missing lover's name,

"Nova? You out here?"

The person in the hallway swayed in their spot though they didn't respond to Graham, he stepped out into the light to fully see whom it was and was treated to more than he bargained for; the completely nude form of his future sister-in-law, just leering into the dark.

"Uh, Maggie? I think you've forgotten something dear." He drew closer with nervous caution, his eyes drank in her unclothed silhouette knowing this to be a serendipitous fluke of luck for him. "Maggie?"

Still she made no movement, no acknowledgement of his words. He drew close enough to touch her, his hand clasped her shoulder to turn her around gently. He was so used to seeing her seated, Graham often forgot she loomed over him at an intimidating six feet-two; despite her towering figure, her barely budding bosom sat perfectly perky, topped with prominent pink peaks but seemed disproportionate compared to her buxom lower half that flared out with wide hips, thick thighs, shapely legs and cushy bottom. His eyes traveled downward, roamed down the lines of her coveted body until his gaze stopped at a thicket of curly pubic hair dyed a violent shade of violet.

[Dyed hair is one thing... he thought, cocking his head to the side before pulling himself together.]

The sound of slippers slapping against the cheap carpet set a panic inside of him.

[How would this look to someone else?!--his thoughts were frenzied, he began to back away from her.]

About halfway away, her diminutive mother scampered in with a thick black fuzzy bathrobe wrapped around her that dropped down to her ankles; she seemed relieved to find Maggie there.

"Thank goodness she's alright." Vera, the diminutive woman cooed, shouldering off her robe to throw over her daughter's shoulders to protect what little modesty she retained.

Vera's silk nightie clung to her deceptively curvaceous figure, the silver sheen defined the bottom-heavy woman and confirmed where Maggie received her figure. Her Southern drawl dogged each word out of her pouty lips, "Oh dear, Graham. I'm sorry about that hunny. Maggie's well... she's a sleepwalker, you see. Being doing it since she was a little girl. So from time to time she'll wander around the compound, but usually finds her way back to bed."

"Oh wow," he pretended as if he hadn't been closer, hadn't been ogling her bare form with lust burning in his seafoam green eyes, "I had no idea."

"Well, it's sorta a secret in our family. Some cousin-folk we have think she's got a demon in her or somethin', which around here might as well mean you're a damn leper. So we try to keep Maggie's "condition" quiet just to keep some peace around here."

She rubbed her back, slowly maneuvering her back towards her room.

"Um, if this happens again... should I wake her?"

The mother stopped, looked to him with insightful eyes,

"It wouldn't do you any good. It's an old wive's tale: you shouldn't wake sleepwalkers. It just jumbles their brain a bit, makes 'em cranky cuz who in their right minds wants to be woken up? Best thing for her is to lead her back to bed and hope for the best."

"Uh... good to know." Graham felt awkward, ashamed almost for what he knew he truly wanted, and it didn't involve just leading her in bed to tuck her in, either.

"C'mon Mags, time to get your PJ's back on and getcha back in bed." Vera pressed her pixieish hand against the small of her taller daughter's back to wrangle her, then ambled her back to her room at the far end of the hall.

The images of her bare body haunted him when he returned to his bed, even into the depths of his dreams; in that lonely bed, he found no peace. He awoke to find Nova in bed finally, her body sprawled out like a starfish, half hanging off the edge of her side of the bed. His head rose off the pillow gently to appraise her, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Except upon lightly lifting the bedsheet off her, he found that she was nude but for her purple panties.

[Okay, now I'm becoming concerned, suspicion finally reared itself within. She never wears underwear to bed.]

She stirred, Graham pretended to be just waking, embellishing his lethargy as he swung his feet to the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands to get the sleep out of them.

March 29th, 2020 @ 7:47 A. M.

"Mmm, good morning." Nova said with a smile he was beginning to mistrust, with a tired rasp in his words.

"Hmm. Question: I woke up earlier than usual and found your side of the bed empty; where were you?" He cut right to it, looking over his shoulder at her.

"Last night? Heck, I couldn't sleep a wink, hun." She rolled onto her side, the sheet slid down somewhat to expose her jiggling peaks topped with erect cherry nipples, "So I just went downstairs to watch TV until I was tired."

His eyes gravitated to her breasts, but he regained focus to look her in those honey browns; and even though he wanted to believe her, something still felt off about her story. He hardly wanted to start a fight with her family in such close proximity, so he didn't investigate further.

"Oh okay, I was just worried is all. It's not like you to be gone like that." He told a white lie rather than tell her he was too preoccupied ogling his future sister & mother-in-law's bodies in the wee hours of the night.

"I'm sorry, baby." Her apology seemed genuine, but he still wasn't convinced.

[After what I've seen, I think I might have gone after the wrong sister--Graham found himself thinking.]

She slithered herself out of the bed to rummage through a nearby hamper for clothes he wasn't sure were clean or dirty by the disheveled state of them. She threw on a mandarin-colored tank top sans a bra and a pair of worn out daisy dukes her plump form barely squeezed into. She sauntered her curvaceous body past him and headed downstairs for breakfast. Graham knew if he didn't get down to the table soon after the ravenous household would leave little for him; he darted to the bathroom to refresh the deodorant under his arms, fixing his tousled mess of hair then bustling out once more. He did so blindly, nearly bulldozing into the timid tower of Maggie; she wore an overwashed black T-shirt with an indecipherable band logo on the front that was big even for her, it fell just about mid-thigh range while thick, red & purple striped knee high socks covered from mid-thigh downward. Graham froze like the proverbial "deer caught in the headlights", too awkward to know how to interact with her after last night's after-hours proceedings. Maggie, however, was completely oblivious to what happened, her body language was that of a person confused.

"Oh, hey. I didn't, uh, see you there." He fidgeted, keeping his gaze above her to avoid the temptation of staring at her outfit; even if the little tyrant between his legs dictated he stare with a glutton's lust.

"Uhhh, hey Graham... something up with you?" She cocked an eyebrow, her husky blue eyes bewildered still.

He struggled to figure out what to say, resigning to just shaking his head, taciturn as a tree.

"Then can I... maybe use the bathroom? I have to pee." Maggie looked over his shoulder, as she began a little dance of urgency in place.

He stepped aside, letting her push pass by him. The sweet scent of her sweat hooked his senses, the ogling brother-in-law fought hard not to take a deeper sniff, and forced himself to make his way to breakfast as he originally planned. Graham found the entire family gathered around a large rectangular table with a royal feast of breakfast foods set out in the middle, buffet-style: at the head of the table was the patriarch Lewis, to his left was his oldest daughter Cassidy who still had the glow of recent childbirth, to her left was the secretive Nova who was already wolfing down a full plate's worth of breakfast, the alluring matriarch Vera sat at the foot of the table smiling at her children devouring the delicious breakfast she slaved over, to her left was where Graham took his place across the table from his fiancee, where coincidentally next to him Maggie sat.

"So Graham, how'dya sleep?" Lewis, a Paul Bunyan of a man asked with a booming voice that was heavily laden with a West Virginian twang.

"Pretty okay, I was pretty worn out last night." Graham said, addressing the former coal miner forman, playing it cool as he saw Maggie work her way down the stairs and towards the seat next to him.

"Look who decided tuh join us fer breakfast today. Gewd morr-nin' prin-cess!" Lewis turned his attention to his youngest daughter who bashfully sat down, clearly not liking being put on the spot.

"Dad, stahp." She pleaded, embarrassment flushed crimson across her pale cheeks.

"Dig in, hunny. It's already startin' to get cold." Vera urged her, then spoke to Graham, "I know it's kinda soon being that ya haven't been here long, but how to like West Virginia so far?"

"It's beautiful for sure. The woods around here kinda remind me of my childhood home up in Westchester County." He felt himself relax whenever Vera spoke, oddly she had a calming effect that made him release his guard somewhat. "I think I'll take my camera out with me tomorrow, hopefully I'll catch some of this wildlife I hear but never see."

Graham, a freelance photographer, had an ulterior motive to coming on this family trip to which he ordinarily would dread: aside from appeasing the relentlessly needy Nova was also to improve his portfolio. Knowing the mysterious valleys and majestic mountains of West Virginia were home to many a different beast, critter & varmint, he jumped at the chance to capture them.

"Might wanna stick close to the roads, babe. Some of that wildlife ain't afraid of people. In fact, you might even make a good meal to a few critters lurking further up the mountains." Nova warned shortly after polishing off the last of her sausage, gravy & biscuits.

"Like what?" Graham asked, halfway between scared and excited now.

"All kinds: black bears, rattlesnakes, bobcats, coyotes, copperheads, wolf spiders-" she listed out, much to his surprise he felt Vera's foot brush his calf adding a telling addition with a covert look, "-cougars. Whole lotta types of wild things in these parts you gotta watch out for."

The surprised Graham gulped with a dry throat, his Adam's apple felt as heavier than a boulder when he swallowed, hoping her intimidating husband hadn't seen him jump somewhat in his seat.

He hadn't. The husband pushed himself from the table, his chair groaning against the rustic hardwood floors as the daunting family head rose to his full seven-foot height to loosen his duct-taped-together thick brown leather belt.

"Mmm, ah hate tuh eat 'n run, 'specially affter wun of yer damn fine meals Vera, but ah need ta run 'fore I'm late fer werk." He approached, every boot fall sounded like pockets of thunder crashing to the floor, stopping where his wife (who still hadn't moved her foot from its teasing position on Graham) sat to stoop down low to kiss her on the forehead.

"Mmkay, ah'll see yew back hurr fer lunch thoh, riight?" She asked looking up to her husband while her pedicured toes grazed Graham's hairy calf in sensual up & down motions.

"Shore weel." He grinned wide, his chewing tobacco stained teeth had an unhealthy brownish hue to them. "See y'all ah little later, ya hear?"

With that, the elephantine father left the house, taking the rusty gray pickup truck out of the gravel driveway, across the small concrete bridge that went over a small creek. The three sisters took their father's departure as the cue to leave the table, going off in their own separate directions: Maggie back to her room, Cassidy buzzed off to check on her newborn, while Nova went into the next adjoining den and turned the TV on, unbothered by how loud the volume already was. Only Graham and Vera sat in their seats, though Vera had stopped playing footsie with him under the table and crossed her thigh over the other, her playful foot bobbing absentmindedly.

"Wanna tell me what that was about?" He asked in a hushed panic when he knew there was no possibility they could be overheard.

"What? Oh that. That was just a bit of fun, sweetheart." Vera was confused at first, but upon realization of what he meant she dismissed it as casually as gently bumping into someone.

"Yeah, well that "bit of fun" as you call it could get me killed if your husband were to be paying better attention. Hell he'd probably kill us both, if he found out!" He countered with controlled exclamations, too hushed to draw a commotion.

"That's exactly why I do it, if only to get a little excitement in my life. My husband is a good & decent man--Lord knows he is-- but hunny he's as dense as impacted cow shit sometimes. Doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary unless it's staring him straight in the face." Vera shrugged, "You and him are a lot alike in that way."

"Uhhh... what do you mean?" He asked, feeling slightly defensive for some reason.

"Well, I know you city-folk tend to be heavy sleepers on account of living around so much noise all the time, but I know there ain't no way you didn't notice Nova not in bed with you, last night." Vera proclaimed, trying to put it to him delicately.

"I did, actually." He affirmed, "She told me she couldn't sleep so she went downstairs to watch TV or something or another."

Vera gave him an appraising look, pursing her lips,

"Pardon my French, sweetie, but you bought that horseshit? Bless your heart!" She folded her arms over the swell of her chest, he had never heard her curse so much until this conversation, "I thought you were smarter than the other ones my daughter has brought home in the past."

"... Where else would she be?" Graham didn't divulge his skepticism, wondering what his frisky mother-in-law knew.

"All I'm gonna say is my daughter's got a healthy appetite that she means to fulfill one way or another. Now if you catch my drift, I ain't talkin 'bout food, nor do I think this is the first time she's gone off to satisfy that... hunger." She was being coy: not quite selling her daughter out but not keeping her secrets either.

Graham took a moment to ruminate over her cryptic revelation, brooding in his seat.

"So should I confront her about it or..." He finally asked.

"That ain't gonna do you no good, it's only gonna get her upset. If she's upset, Lewis is upset and when that happens, you don't wanna be a hundred miles near here." Vera advised, still not offering any discernible solutions.

"Then help me out here, Vera. If Nova is really fuckin' around on me like it seems you're implying, then what am I supposed to do? Just let this keep happening to avoid the big guy's bad side?" The distressed cityslicker seemed to be at a loss.

"I didn't say all that, now." He felt her hand pat his thigh, then rest there as if it belonged.

The figure of Nova cropped up, she shuffled her way back into the kitchen with a cup in hand.

Vera didn't move, nor did Graham who slouched in his chair to make himself look more inconspicuous; his mother-in-law's hand grew bolder as it ventured further up his thigh.

"Just getting somethin' to drink... whatchy'all talking about in here?" Nova inquired without looking back at them, she knelt down to reach the lowest shelf in the fridge to fill her cup with filtered water from the jug.

"Your mom's just filling me in on the best spots to see wildlife." Graham found himself lying to her without much provocation, still trying to maintain poise while Vera's French manicured nails grated along increasingly tender flesh barely covered by pants.

"I was telling him Alkol's nice this time of year but you have to be careful about the folk 'round there. All those meth labs make that little part deep in the valley real sketchy. I keep telling my sister Misti Dawn to get outta them parts but her & that crazy husband of hers just won't listen to me." Vera elaborated on the lie, her hand found the beginnings of his sprawling member presenting itself beneath his pants.

"Mom's lived all over West Virginia, definitely listen to her Gram-Gram, she knows a thing or two about a thing or two." Nova co-signed, none the wiser of what her mother was doing to her fiancé.

"You can say that again." He said, arching back a bit in his chair when her fingers traced the outline of his manhood, trying to keep the moan from slipping out.

"Glad y'all are getting along." The unsuspecting Nova flashed a pleased smile at them both.

[Yeah if only you knew how well, I guarantee you wouldn't be smiling like that--Graham thought, biting the inside of his cheek to keep quiet.]

Nova, having filled her cup, closed the door shut with a swift swipe before smiling at her husband-to-be and went back to the den. When she was again out of earshot, Graham shot a look to the woman to his right, letting out a breath as if he had been holding it the entire time.

"We're gonna get caught. We ALMOST got caught twice now." His heart had climbed into his throat during that exchange.

"Heh, I knew I was gonna like you." Vera admitted with a wry chuckle, giving the bulge in his pants one last caress before stopping, rising out of her seat, "I just didn't know how much."

She winked, turning with a flourish whirl of her silken teal nightie and exited. But not before saying,

"My daughter might be making a mistake, a big one. One that I'm definitely gonna capitalize on. Best be ready for me when I call on you, hunny."

Vera left, her absence was already felt by the high-strung Graham who still sat at the table incredibly erect, dumbfounded at the events of the last twelve hours.

[Never thought it'd be possible, but I think I'm actually starting to like West Virginia.]

To be continued...