The Last Good Night in Arizona

Squick Alert:

Contains incest and lots of it. Also a vibrating butt plug and some dominance and submission role play among siblings. Trust me, everybody has a good time.

Summer Lovin' 2024 is the name of the game and I'm late to the party. If you haven't been reading the other submissions, I can definitely tell you that you are missing out on some damn fine stories.

As always, all characters engaging in sexual activity are over the age of majority in every jurisdiction I am aware of, mentally competent and able to provide enthusiastic consent.

This is a work of erotic fiction. Any similarities between my characters and the events portrayed in this story and actual persons, living or dead, and events are purely coincidental.

I'm really making this shit up as I go along, people.

Next, all views and opinions expressed in this story are those of the characters. Sadly, someone complained about "my personal beliefs" in a previous story so I guess I need to clarify that. I firmly believe characters are entitled to their own opinions.

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My year started out a little tough.

President's Day, I got taken out by a wrong way driver on the freeway. Totaled my car and put me in the hospital for almost a week. It sucked but what can you do?

Two weeks later, my fiancée took off with some gym rat she met. Three years and one hella expensive ring, gone. Shit happens, I guess it was my turn. I'll survive.

During Memorial Day weekend, our company was hit with a ransomware attack. My boss placed the blame solely on me. I had documented training and maintenance records to show I did my job. Didn't matter, we both got fired after the ransom was paid. Unfortunate but not unexpected.

I quickly found a new position. I was just getting settled in and they hired my old boss as my new boss. Then I was out. I warned them on my way out the door. Sure enough, they got hacked. Jackass tried to blame me again. It didn't work. I declined the offer to go back.

The insurance companies finally settled the claims from the accident. The company I had been with for almost twenty years dropped me. When I found a company that would insure me, my premium was almost double.

I was skimming through real estate listings looking for my dream mountain retirement home when I came across a tiny home for sale. It had utilities already run, the streets were paved, it was everything my dream home was supposed to be. The little town it was in needed an IT specialist, it paid half of what I had been making, but I couldn't afford to be picky.

I made the offer for the place and applied for the position. Things were finally starting to look up.

I got both in the same week. I moved in immediately after the closing and started work the following Monday. The previous tech had done an excellent job with installation and training so I mostly drank coffee and reset passwords.

Until the Fourth of July weekend. Since it was a three-day weekend, I had slept in, ate a light breakfast, and was sitting on the back porch enjoying the great outdoors.

My cellphone rang but I didn't recognize the ringtone, even though I had obviously assigned a custom one. I looked at the display. Only the first name was displayed but it created a sinking feeling in my stomach.

Monica.

Wild Thing. My worst nightmare. My twin sister. I hadn't seen or spoken to her in at least ten years, at her wedding to Timmy Asshat. Before that, it had been before we left for college.

I let it go to voicemail. Mom and Dad were cellphone savvy, they would have called directly if there was a problem. Our younger sister Sarah lived in the same town as our parents, so if they couldn't call, she would.

I finished my cup, the rock in my belly getting heavier by the minute. I knew it had to be important, given that we hadn't spoken in years, I simply didn't want to deal with her. Before I could bring up the voicemail app, she called again.

"Hey." I couldn't have sounded any less enthusiastic if I had tried.

"Larry? I need your help. Please." I'll be honest here, I didn't think she knew the word please even existed after the age of twelve. It didn't even sound like Monica. Yeah, it was her voice but it was strained.

"Are you okay?" I could tell something seriously wasn't right. "Are you in trouble?"

"I'm in deep shit but I think I'm safe right now. I don't know what to do. Help me, please." She was crying. Monica hadn't cried since infancy. Monica never cried.

"Where are you?" The last I had heard, she was running a successful online craft business out of Bakersfield. Her husband had a tool and die company that was doing well.

"Bakersfield. I'm staying in a motel."

"Gimme the name. I'm on my way." She told me the name and room number, and I punched it into the GPS. It looked like a dump in the pictures and that was being generous.

"Stay there, don't go anywhere. I'll be there in about ten hours. I'll call you when I'm outside."

"Thank you, Larry. Be careful." More words I wasn't aware she knew.

Usually, I would take my car in for service before a road trip but I didn't have the time now. I prayed it was good to go as I locked up and hit the road. If things went well I should be there around nine or ten.

Thanks to an accident near the state line and the inevitable construction, it was a little after two in the morning when I pulled into the parking lot. The spot in front of her room was empty so I pulled in. It was ominously quiet when I got out and tapped on the door. I had called before getting out so she was at the door waiting.

"I knew you were here. It got real quiet." On cue, loud music and shouting started up.

I took a long look at my older twin. She looked worse than she sounded on the phone. "What's going on? Why are you here? Did Tim hurt you?" I had only met him once, ten years ago when they got married. We did not like each other.

She sat on the bed with her face in her hands. "It's a long story." She took a deep breath. "Can we go get something to eat? I'm broke and I haven't eaten anything since Thursday." It was now early Sunday morning.

"Sure, get your stuff together, we'll find someplace nicer than this." It made my skin crawl while the music was making my head hurt.

She stood up and grabbed a small bag from the dresser. "This is it." She spread her arms, indicating all she had were the clothes she had on.

She left the room key on the dresser. I hustled her into the Tahoe and hauled ass out of the parking lot as the music stopped and loud, angry voices took its place. I wasn't sure but one loud pop sounded like a gunshot. I wasn't sticking around to find out.

Monica gave me directions to a Dennys. We ordered and I let her have mine when she finished hers. In the bright light of the restaurant, she looked like hell.

While she ate, I found rooms at the Double Tree nearby. She barely spoke since leaving the other motel, usually just staring out the window.

"Did you call Mom and Dad? Sarah?" She had slowed down toward the end of the second meal.

"Not yet."

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a couple that kept looking over at us and doing a shitty job of whispering.

Monica finished the plate and sat back. She was reluctant to make eye contact with anybody, especially me.

"Feel better?" For the first time in a long time, I felt sympathy for her.

She nodded but before she could speak, the manager appeared. "If you're finished, I'd like for you to leave." He picked up the check from the table. I tried to hand him my card but he refused it. "Just go, please. Do not come back."

Silent tears began streaming down her cheeks. We stood up and walked out, the eyes of a half dozen people following us.

Monica broke down in the car, bawling until she began to hyperventilate. I held her as she cried into my shoulder.

When she finally ran out of tears, I asked her, "What the hell happened?"

When she married Tim, his tool and die business was barely afloat. She started selling little handmade items online and making money. After a couple of years, both businesses started doing much better.

Hers grew to where she needed warehouse space for inventory and shipping. Orders were steady throughout the year and she was growing at a respectable rate.

Right up until the DEA and IRS showed up.

Tim had, without her knowing, gotten into the fentanyl trafficking business. He was using her business to not only ship the stuff by truck but also launder the money.

"I didn't know, I swear, Larry. We used the same bookkeeper, he did our taxes and everything. There were real orders with real inventory being shipped. We paid taxes every year and the numbers looked good to me, we didn't go from selling two grand one year to ten million the next. Everything made sense.

"They took almost everything. The house, the cars, my jewelry, his vintage guitar collection. All I had left was what I've got on, this old phone they let me keep, and some money from Grandad's estate that was in a separate account. Asset forfeiture is what they called it."

"Yeah. They take the stuff they claim to be ill-gotten gains. You have to prove it isn't."

"How? I can't afford an attorney."

"We'll worry about that later. Are they going to charge you with anything? That's the immediate issue. I don't think you can leave Bakersfield if you're under investigation."

"They said no, I could go wherever I wanted. That's why I called you. I can't stay here, it was all over the news. I need to stay in the car while you check in. If they see me, they'll probably throw us out, too."

"True. Let's get going so you can get some rest. We can stop somewhere outside of Bakersfield to get you clothes. Better yet, order from Walmart, we'll pick it up in the morning."

I parked away from the security cameras in the parking lot at the Double Tree. On the registration, I listed Monica as Sarah Knight and told the clerk I forgot her ID in the car. I had Monica text me a picture of her ID and copied the rest of the information I needed. He was more interested in his phone than what I was doing. I picked up the keycard and pulled around to the entrance away from the lobby.

"I had to get a double so I wouldn't need to show your ID. I used Sarah's name for your info. I could have used Bigfoot's for all the clerk cared. Anyway, we have two days because I need to get some sleep before driving back to Safford. We'll pick out some clothes and pick them up tomorrow. I'll go get food so you don't have to go out."

I had her keep her head down and not look directly at any of the cameras. We didn't run into anyone at all, which was good.

Once inside, she headed for the bathroom and the shower started. I waited until I heard her get in to ask if she wanted a T-shirt and boxers instead of putting her dirty clothes back on. She sounded grateful when she said "Yes."

I brought up the Walmart app so she could order something to wear. I fell asleep before she got out of the shower.

Fortunately, my phone stayed unlocked long enough for her to order what she needed for pick up. She looked a lot more human this morning when I woke up around ten. She was still subdued but I could tell she was still jumpy, reacting to noises out in the hallway.

I hopped in the shower and got dressed. We figured out what to get to eat, I picked it up along with the Walmart order. I could tell when I got back that she had been doing some more crying.

"Everything okay?" I knew it obviously wasn't but I didn't want her to think I didn't care. I knew she wasn't a drug dealer and I felt bad that the asshole had ruined her life.

"No." Monica was full of surprises. Admitting weakness was something she never did. She had a motto she would quote. "Do your worst so you can see my best." No fight was too tough for her.

"Feel like sharing?" Not having anyone to confide in sucked.

"Not really. I'm just overwhelmed right now." She gave me a slight smile with a sniffle. "I'll get a handle on it."

"Okay. If you need to vent, we've got ten hours in the car or so before you can go yell at rocks. I'm a good listener." I spread the carryout containers on the little table and we ate in silence.

We napped and watched a little TV until dinner. I went and brought that back as well. She was a little less jumpy now. We again ate in relative silence. I knew she would talk when she was ready.

We went to bed early to get an early start. The desk clerk on duty took care of getting us checked out in no time. We left the way we came in, Monica wearing a scarf and sunglasses like a sixties movie star. We left her old clothes in the garbage can under the sink.

I stopped at a travel center to gas up and get some snacks. She bought a travel pillow, just in case. I called the office to leave a message that I had a family emergency out of town and I expected to be there first thing in the morning.

Monica was quiet until we reached Interstate 10. As I merged onto the eastbound lanes, she spoke up as she stared out the window. "I don't even know where we're going."

"Little place called Safford, Arizona. I'm one of the town's IT specialists. I have a place up there. It's basically desert or badlands. It's quiet and very little happens there."

"I'm not going to be in your way, am I?" She sounded concerned.

"No. It's a two bedroom place. We'll share a bathroom but it's more than big enough, as long as you don't mind small. It's about a thousand square feet. Great view of the sunset. Sunrise is pretty awesome too. Got lights, gas, and indoor plumbing."

"Sold." She laughed. "How did you end up there?"

I told her the entire story. Mostly she listened quietly, occasionally asking a question. When I finished, she rested her hand on my leg. "Your year hasn't been any better than mine. I heard about the accident but I didn't know about the rest of it. Usually, when I called home, it was about my problems."

"Yeah, they never said anything about what was going on in your life. I think they were hoping we would start talking to each other again."

Monica nodded, "That sounds like Mom logic." She wrapped the travel pillow around her neck and turned to look out the window.

I turned on some music, setting the playlist to shuffle. I liked driving so I had no problem with staying awake. We stopped in Phoenix for a late lunch and to stretch our legs.

We pulled into the yard about seven. She got out and stretched, looking around. "You weren't kidding, were you?"

"Nope. Nice and quiet." I unlocked the door and held it open for her. She walked in and looked around.

"It's nice." She wasn't impressed with my decorating skills. "It's," she paused, "lived in."

"Yeah, I'm a guy, so --" I shrugged my shoulders. It served my purpose.

She sat down on my little sofa. "I guess I should call Mom and Dad."

"Make sure they're sitting down before you break the news."

"That's a good idea." She laughed and then turned serious. "I can't thank you enough."

"You needed help. What was I supposed to do?" I never understood why we had drifted apart, we just had. From about the sixth grade on, she went from being my best friend to my worst critic. I didn't hate her or even dislike her, I hated dealing with all the bullshit she threw at me.

"After the way we treated you, you could have said no."

"That's not who I want to be, Moni. Ever."

"I'll figure out a way to pay you back, Larry. I promise." She wiped her eyes. "I should have gotten some makeup, too. Mom's going to have a fit."

"That's something I don't keep in stock. We can run to Walmart. You probably need things anyway."

Monica surprised me by jumping up, throwing her arms around my neck, and hugging me. I simply held her as she began crying quietly. After a few minutes, she collected herself, washed her face, and brushed her hair before announcing she was ready to go.

It wasn't that busy for a Monday night so it didn't take that long to get her makeup and toiletries. We half-heartedly argued over clothes until she gave in and picked some out. She insisted on getting a few groceries as well.

After unloading the Tahoe and getting things put away, she was sitting on the little couch, staring at her hands. "Larry?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I use your phone? The cameras don't work on this one."

"Of course." I brought up the videocall app and called our parents. Mom answered and she was beside herself when she found out where her daughter was staying. Dad was his usual stoic self but we could tell he was happy she was safe.

I did notice that while we talked with our parents, her hand was always on my arm or leg. Not inappropriately, more like she was anchoring herself. She didn't try to act upbeat or fake happy, either. She was honest and straightforward while talking to them.

We disconnected after promising to call Sarah and let her know she was safe. Her hand remained on my forearm. When Sarah answered, I hung around long enough to say hello and then went to get ready for bed while they talked.

Living alone, I had gotten used to wandering around nude whenever I felt like it. Since we had to share a bathroom, nudity was out of the question. I found a pair of shorts and put those on for decency. I left my shirt off since I was getting ready for bed and I slept nude.

I'm not ripped, by any stretch of the imagination. I do hit the gym regularly and walk a lot but I'm closing in on forty, so there's a little bit of squish in the middle.

When I stepped out into the living area to head to the bathroom, Monica stopped mid-sentence to check me out. Whatever she said to Sarah wasn't loud enough for me to hear in the bathroom but they both laughed.

When I finished and started on my way back to my bedroom, Monica was waiting for me. Once again, she had her arms around my neck and she hugged me tightly. She seemed unwilling to let me go anytime soon.

We were, except for gender, nearly identical fraternal twins. Before puberty, we could pull off the identity swap pretty successfully. This means that our height is pretty much the same, I'm a little short for a guy and she's a little tall for a woman.

The problem here was threefold. I hadn't had sex in five months. I wasn't wearing underwear, only a pair of thin athletic shorts. Her crotch was at the same height as mine. Make that fourfold, her boobs were smushed into my chest.

As one would expect, I started to react involuntarily. I mean, she felt nice, she was warm, and she ain't bad looking, either. It took my hands on her hips to move her back before disaster occurred. I managed to do it gently, she wasn't the problem because I was.

"I seriously can't thank you enough, Larry. I'll try not to get in the way."

"You won't be. I live a very quiet life. I'm heading to bed. If you don't mind, can you drive me to work and that way you can explore Safford? We have a car we can use at work so I don't really need mine."

"That would be great. What time?"

"I start at eight but I like being there a little early, so between seven-fifteen and seven-thirty is when I usually leave."

"No problem, I'll be ready. Goodnight." I received another full body press that she held for a heartbeat too long.

"Goodnight." I closed the bedroom door, turned out the light, climbed into bed, and reached for my cum sock because I was getting fully erect and it was uncomfortable. I hadn't jacked off since the previous Wednesday, when I woke up with a case of morning wood that was insistent.

In the past, I would fantasize about one of the regulars at the gym. She was short, curvy, about thirty or so. Tonight, she wasn't getting the job done and my orgasm felt half-assed and took too long to achieve.