Brock: Acts of Passion and Violence
Copyright© 2022 by Pete Fox
Chapter 9
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 5th place Best Incest Story 2023. A story set in the Sex Date Universe. The Steele family throws a sexy swinging party for the Sinclair family. Things get tough at work for Brock, requiring action. The party moves to the next level between teenage Zack and his ladies. The action moves overseas and Passion and Violence collide. International and Nashville locations. The family comes together in a New Years Eve foursome. Updated March 2024.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Lesbian Fiction Sharing Incest Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Big Breasts Clergy
Bangkok, Thailand – January 2030
Brock located the address he was looking for in an alley just off Sukhumvit Soi 33. It was a nice neighborhood not far from one of the big new indoor malls with the typical mix of massages parlors, bars, restaurants, and weed shops. Girls in tight fitting dresses aggressively tried to draw in clients on the hot January night.
“Massage ka?”
“Welcome ka, come inside. Nice girls for you.” Said a busty Thai lady in a tight pink dress who tried to take his arm just before he found the address.
He was polite. “No thank you. Kapun-kap.” He said moving past her. Not a ladyboy as far as he could tell.
His sister looked on with an amused look on her face.
Based on the noise and the throngs of people out tonight he could tell the area was popular with Western and Japanese tourists. Perfect for a go-go bar that from what he read online catered to an upscale clientele.
Out front of the establishment named Nina’s Bar, they were met by a couple of smiling young Thai girls dressed in tight black dresses showing off all their delightful curves.
“Welcome ka!” they said in unison while one opened the door for them.
“Shall we go in?” Brock said to his younger half-sister Katalin who stood beside him eyeballing the girls who were doing the same to the good-looking dirty blonde foreigner.
Both he and his sister wore khaki walking shorts and sandals. Brock in a red Hawaiian shirt with palm frond designs untucked while Kate a designer white tank top over a matching sports bra.
It was just after 11 pm on a Thursday in early January. High season for Thailand. Easy for Brock and his sister to blend in with the other western tourists. Not that anyone really cared what the two white Americans were up to.
Inside, they were met by a delightful blast of cool air, the place was all neon lights, music, and girls. Probably a dozen Thai girls sat around talking with a few male clients. On a small chest-high stage three young bikini-clad girls with numbers on their hips swayed to the beat of Asian techno rock. One of the girls from the door offered them a booth, but Brock spotted open stools at the bar and asked to be seated there.
Brock ordered a couple bottles of Tiger beer, and they toasted to each other as they sat watching the action in the nice-looking go-go bar. It had been almost a year since they last saw each other back in Berlin. His sister, the journalist, the war reporter extraordinaire these days. Her coverage of the ‘12-day’ conflict in Poland in 2028 had been good for her struggling career and his.
His curiosity satisfied he turned to the large-breasted Thai woman in a yellow tube top behind the bar.
“Can I speak to Ivan?” He said, watching the woman’s face. Asians were so hard to read. She cocked her head just a bit.
He slid his business card across the bar. Not hiding who he was. Trusting that once Ivan saw his name the man would at least come to see him.
They sat there for another 10 minutes politely declining the advances of the bar girls. He did buy lady drinks for any girl who approached them, so they left with a smile and having made a few Baht.
Yellow tube top came back. “He say take seat at booth over there. He be out soon, ka.” She told him as she took a wet rag to the bar top.
Brock and Katalin followed a bikini-clad girl over to a curved booth of red upholstered leather in a quieter corner of the bar. They could still see the dancers on the stage. Two more cold Tiger beers were delivered to the table in foam Koozies.
He was watching his sister. She had her Hungarian mother’s good looks, and strong features, and wore her thick blonde hair trimmed stylishly short at her collar. Kate had been sweating under her arms and fidgeting. To a lesser degree so was Brock, sweating from the heat of the warm tropics, now cooling off.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, just killing time.
“I hate wearing a bra. Especially in this heat, I get a rash,” Kate said reaching a hand up to her chest. Kate was busty like her mom.
“Then don’t wear one,” Brock said, being practical. Half the women in Nashville these days were probably running around sans bra. Including his wife and daughter when the mood struck them.
Her blue eyes smiled back at him, a little smirk on her lips.
“Mr. Steele?” a deep accented voice said from beside the table.
Brock and Kate turned to see a fit older man dressed casually in cargo shorts and a t-shirt that sported the logo of German football club standing by the table. Brock knew Ivan was in his 70s. This man’s gray hair was cut short, and he sported a goatee. He mostly fit Brock’s mental image.
Brock started to stand and stuck out his hand. Ivan shook hands with both. Seeing Kate, he gave her a full white smile.
“Thanks for seeing us, we want to talk with you, if you have some time,” Brock said.
Ivan reached back and pulled a metal chair up to the edge of the table. From over his shoulder Yellow Tube Top frowned at them and set a beer in front of Ivan.
There was a moment of silence.
“I know of you. Both of you.” Ivan said his eyes on Brock and then Kate. “You fought against the Russian Army at Warsaw, helped beat those bastards. You lost many men, but you won.” Ivan paused then looked at Kate “And the story I heard is you took a taxi out to join your brother’s unit before they attacked. You survived, your reporting made him famous, and you got a bunch of awards.”
“You’re very well informed for a guy who fled Russia after a stint in prison for treason and landed here,” Brock said as he looked around the bar.
Kate cut in. “I, we, were hoping to ask you a few questions about your time in the GRU and your arrest for treason. I’m working on a story.”
Ivan drank his beer.
“Sure, why not, ask your questions? But I want something in return.”
“What would that be?” Brock said, his eyes on Ivan’s face trying to read the old Russian spy.
“I’m at that age when secrets don’t matter any longer so much.”
Brock and Kate were quiet letting him speak.
“I want to meet your brother, the one who’s in the ‘State Department’ here in Bangkok. Set up a meeting. I have a proposition for him. You agree and I’ll answer your questions.”
Brock didn’t have to think hard. His brother had followed their father’s footsteps into the clandestine service. To date, he has spent most of his time in Asia. Knowing what Brock knew about Ivan’s ties to the CIA he didn’t see setting up a meeting as a problem.
“All I can do is ask and I will,” Brock spoke honestly.
Ivan nodded, “Okay. Ask your questions,” he said leaning back in his chair.
First, Brock asked if it was okay to talk here, in the bar. Ivan said there was no place safer, so go ahead.
“You know your son Alexey is dead?” Brock said just coming out with it, then added “A week ago in Estonia.”
Ivan glanced at his beer then at Brock and Kate. “Not surprised. But yes, I heard. He was playing a dangerous game and crossed the wrong people.”
“You know my company and his were business rivals?” Brock said.
Ivan nodded “Yes, I know. But I have not spoken with Alexey for a few years, not since I left Russia. He was greatly embarrassed by me and what he viewed as my failures.”
Kate had started taking notes on a small tablet she took out of her purse. Brock had already hit record on his device.
“Alexey took it all much harder than his sister. When it came to Mother Russia my son was a true believer. He wanted the old Soviet back. What a fool.”
Brock didn’t want to spend all night in the Russian’s Gogo bar, so he got to the point.
No one was in earshot, “If you don’t mind, we had some questions about your spying for the Agency. You admitted in court that you spied for the CIA but when and for how long are not in the trial records.”
“True, I did spy. That was a long time ago. Since my trial was for show, most of the details were not put on the record. But go ahead, what do you want to know,” Ivan said focused on Brock.
“I assume it’s okay if Kate takes some notes?” Brock asked.
A nod yes at Kate who had already been taking notes.
Brock set up his first question by explaining the untimely death of Admiral Ford. That he had left a file that contained information on Ivan starting with his activities in Bosnia and being recruited as a spy.
Ivan didn’t say anything, he just listened and waited for the question.
“What I don’t understand is this. After all those years of spying you only received a five-year sentence and then only served 18 months in a minimum-security camp?”
Brock pulled up an official-looking CIA document his father had passed on after it was declassified. He showed it to Ivan.
“In this report, the date is redacted, it states that CIA counterintelligence believed you were discovered within the first five years by your own service, the GRU. The date is redacted but the CIA determined the information that you were providing was of little or no value or straight disinformation. They believed you had become a double agent.”
The old man smiled and waited. Ordering another round of beer.
“And yet when you left the GRU in 2006 and didn’t have the same access to classified information you became a very successful businessman.”
Brock pulled up another document showing Ivan’s extensive portfolio of businesses and investments.
“You invested someone’s money, large sums of hard currency in defense, energy, and other highly sensitive yet profitable businesses. Information that would have been of value to an organization like the CIA who was trying to understand the new Russia.”
Brock looked at Kate. Her pen was busy taking notes.
“Here’s the question. Did the CIA double you back on the GRU or was it the FSB by then who was running you?”
Ivan sat quietly. Waiting for Brock to reveal his hand.
Brock brought up the CIA counterintelligence report again.
“Do you see the name on this report? It’s not redacted.”
Ivan looked and smiled. “J. Steele. Your father’s, you look like him.”
Brock continued “Yes, he gave me the report once it had been declassified. But he said his involvement ended with the decision that you had been turned, that was over twenty years ago.”
Ivan just nodded his head, waiting on Brock.
“I think, that when confronted with the evidence the Agency gave you another option. An opportunity to continue to make some money and at the same time stick it to a system you had come to see as corrupt. Am I wrong?”
Ivan told his story. He became that rare thing in the world of spies and counter-spies, a triple agent who lived to old age. It took two more beers and as many trips to the men’s room to tell the short version of his remarkable story.
Done, Ivan looked at Kate who was writing away on a small tablet with a stylus pen.
They had covered a lot of ground. Kate set her pen down and massaged her hand.
Ivan summarized, “So, you see in the end I went to jail so my government could save face. No one wanted me to admit to my spying after I left the GRU. To do so would expose their own failures. So, I was only ‘charged’ for spying while I was in the military, even though I was working for them for half of the time. Crazy, I know.”
He went on, “Too many important people had their hands in my business making money. The revelation that I provided information of economic and strategic value to our ‘enemy’ would have embarrassed a lot of people. If it came out that I was working for the CIA the whole time, that would have been bad. Yet they couldn’t kill me, I had too much information hidden away on them. I still do.”
Almost finished, Ivan looked relieved. He took a drink of his beer and stretched his back.
“The FSB only caught on when a spy inside the CIA got ahold of information that even those incompetent fools could use to arrest me, they had to. So, by then I was fed up, so I agreed to keep my mouth shut and forfeit most of my assets. Do some time and then leave Russia.” Ivan smiled.
Brock looked at Kate. It was quite the story, maybe some of it was true. He pulled up another CIA document this one from a Swiss bank. He turned his device so Ivan could see it.
“Do you recognize this account?” Brock asked.
Ivan glanced at the document and the large seven-digit number on the bottom of the statement.
“I do.” He smiled again.
Brock didn’t have anything else to say in front of his sister. Ivan’s story was full of half-truths and omissions often just short of outright lies. The existence of the special access file in Admiral Ford’s office safe said so. Still, unanswered was why had Ford kept that file, long after he left the Navy and his access to the special program ended. What was the relationship between the two men over the years? Brock had an idea, but that conversation was for a more private location. One Brock could control. For now, Ivan’s little story where he is the hero was good enough for his sister to report on.
Kate spoke up. “I would love to interview you on camera for my story. I would change your name and hide your face.”
Ivan looked at Kate, pretty and blonde, earnest in her questioning of him, and made up his mind.
“That would be okay. Russia no longer means anything to me. My family is here now, this is my home.” Ivan said as stood and looked around his bar.
“Please stay, enjoy the hospitality of my club,” Ivan said motioning to a couple of the young Thai girls to come over.
All three shook hands and agreed to meet again soon.
Brock was enjoying the go-go bar. At this point, four beers in, why not sit awhile longer. He wasn’t getting any more answers out of Ivan tonight.
Brock and Katalin didn’t leave right away. Brock put his arm around his sister who did that thing girls can do and slipped off her bra from under her tank top waving it at the dancers who giggled and smiled at the crazy white woman. It was well after midnight and the party was just getting started. Partying at the go-go bar was not such a bad idea after all he thought as he stuck his free hand inside the bikini top of the young girl grinding away on his lap.
Steele house – Zack’s bedroom
Heidi came to his room wearing her short flowery kimono loosely belted and carrying two large glasses of red wine.
“Ready?”
Zack looked at his sexy sister. He shouldn’t drink, he was trying to get in shape for baseball season. Tonight was a special occasion.
“Yeah, get on the bed.”
Zack stood from his computer. The cam show had just started. The Girls Athena XX they called their little show. One of over 100,000 cam models doing porn by one estimate worldwide. It only took him an hour to find them on a little niche cam page.
They advertised as three sexy schoolgirls doing naughty cosplay and erotic story and poetry readings, among other things erotic, and naughty they were willing to perform for tips.
Digging in he had found videos for sale on their public page, mostly short naughty clips.
But also, a dozen longer videos of their shows dating back to last July. It all costs money if you wanted to watch the old shows or purchase a clip. Something he didn’t have a lot of at the moment and he wasn’t going to ask his parents.
He got on the bed next to Heidi. They both settled the Virtual Reality (VR) glasses over their eyes. Zack wore his trusty Snoopy boxers. Tonight, they had agreed they were just voyeurs. New account holders who didn’t want to get noticed, yet. Zack had used some of the money he earned from his coding gigs and managing Ruth’s Milky Mommy web page to buy them each some coin credits.
Heidi handed him a glass of wine while he signed on to the site. And there she was, Purple Tail, this time dressed in a skimpy schoolgirl outfit, white stocks, unbuttoned blouse, no bra, and her trademark fluffy purple tail. He stared at the half-masked face willing it to slip, to reveal. Then she spoke, introducing her two friends and stating the first goal. 100 coins for a boob flash from her and a free spin for anyone who gave a 50-coin tip on the prize wheel. The voice sounded like hers but still, he wasn’t sure. She was the right size and build.
Zack felt his sister’s hand on his cock. Yup, he was getting hard already, and the show was only just starting.
“Should we do 50 each?” Heidi said.
Zack’s small head was already taking over “Sure.” So much for laying back and watching for a while. On the screen, the count of online views was slowly going up from a few to over 150 people signed on for the show.
A quick couple of virtual clicks by each of them and they had tipped 50 coins each. Really only $30.
Purple Tail, who sat in the middle of the bed with her two friends started to squirm and lay back, biting her lower lip while placing her right hand on the front of her skirt. Underneath she wore little blue panties that hid the pink tip of a Lush, a remote-controlled vibrator.
She smiled upon seeing the goal being met so fast and thanked both for the tips, pointing to her pussy as she did, the vibrator reacting to the tips, she leaned back. Zack could see her little trim patch of dark hair through the sheer material of her panties. Purple Tail squirmed and bit her lip, tossed her dark hair, smiling under her mask for almost a full minute as the Lush vibrated in her pussy, reacting to their combined 100-coin tip, her two friends looking on with grins of their own.
As his sister’s hand rubbed his cock through his shorts, Zack was trying to picture his Elena, the girl he was dating, the nice, sweet girl who went to a private all-girls school, who ran cross country and played D&D with a vibrator in her pussy.
The girl moved in closer to the main camera, just her face and her upper chest. ‘Elena’ let the white schoolgirl blouse fall off her shoulders. In the VR world, he felt like he could reach out and touch her. The little spot, the mole was there on the girl’s collarbone. Just like Elena.
Two of the prettiest perkiest little boobies stared back at Zack. Dark nipples to match her olive-skinned complexion. With both hands, she touched herself, fluffed her small tits, tweaked her nipples, and smiled looking into the camera. Her mask added a certain level of erotic feel to the naughtiness.
Heidi reached her hand into his shorts, taking ahold of his cock.
Oh hell, what had he gotten himself into? He lay back against his pillow enjoying the feel of his sister’s hand while staring at the live cam feed in front of his eyes. Soon Purple Tail pulled her shirt back on, with a pouty little look on her face, sad that she had too. She spun the virtual prize wheel.
“Sir, you win a free video. Just choose one from the library, and thank you,” Purple Tail said in her familiar voice.
Zack spoke a reply that was translated into a message in the cam’s chat window. “Thank you, I’m new here, you look very sexy.”
She smiled from behind her mask and blew the cameras a kiss.
Purple Tail spun the virtual wheel again. Heidi, who had a screen name too, won the right to choose two of the girls to kiss each other.
Zack could see he was going to need a lot more money. He put his free left hand on his sister’s thigh under her kimono, moving up until he found the familiar unruly patch of pubic hair. His bi-sexual sister’s pubes were damp at his touch.
Heidi moaned at his touch then said into the voice chat box “Kiss your friend with the big boobies” Her message was translated. The ‘cat ears’ girl with the long dark hair sat up, she was busty he could see that her big round boobs were barely held in by the one button she had done up on her blouse.
The two girls met in the middle of the bed, Purple Tail, and Busty Cat each smiled at the cameras and began to kiss, passionately. Each girl squirmed as tips from other viewers also chimed in, the vibrators in their pussies teasing each girl’s pussy.
Zack sent a few small coin tips at Purple Tail, as did Heidi to Busty Cat girl, enjoying the sight of the girls kissing passionately with open mouths in front of them.
Heidi was pulling at his cock forcing precum out his tip as he fingered her juicy wet cunt.
This was going to be fun. With a couple of virtual clicks, he zoomed in on the Lush in ‘Elena’s’ pussy, the tip poking out the top of her little panties. He sent a few more small tips her way just to watch her touch herself and her cute little pussy squirm from the vibrations.
Life was good, for all of them.
Bangkok – January
Hangover
News that something might be amiss came with a phone call from his brother, the spy. Meet in the lobby. Brock along with their sister Katalin.
After Ivan left, they partied in the go-go bar for another hour before grabbing a taxi back to the big Marriott Marquis Hotel where they had a suite. To the disappointment of the bikini-clad Thai bar girls, they didn’t pay the bar fine and take any of them back with them. He did leave a wad of 1000 Baht banknotes with the girls, for their time sitting at the table, which made them happy.
“Who was that?” Kate said in a sleepy voice from under the comforter next to him.
Brock put a hand on his sister’s big naked breast. “Our brother. Something happened, he wouldn’t say what, but we have to meet him in the lobby.”
He closed his eyes. They were both jetlagged. Kate had flown from London for the meeting with Ivan. Brock from the East Coast of the US.
Back in the suite, it wasn’t long before he was in the walk-in shower under the big shower head, eyes closed trying to organize his thoughts and wash off the day’s sweat and grime.
“Do you mind?” Kate had said, handing Brock a tube of body wash as she entered the shower, interrupting the flow of warm water.
At 5’9” Kate was nearly at his height with big full breasts, her pale body had meat to it, curves, and ass, on a tall athletic physique, intelligent green eyes, and the Hungarian cheekbones and her mom’s mouth. She was exotic and easy on the eyes; a big reason he thought she had become a popular international journalist and documentary filmmaker.
It wasn’t long before the soap became lube as Kate jacked her brother’s big stiff cock as he ran his hands over her slippery tits. Having young pretty Thai girls rubbing on his cock for the last hour hadn’t helped tame his erection.
Brock used the soft soap on her tits, ass, and back soaping her up then rinsing her. Kate tried to keep her blonde hair dry. They didn’t kiss, just eyed each other until Brock inserted a couple of fingers in her bald cunt and she bit her lower lip, not pulling back. Her meaning was clear. They hadn’t been together since she was a hot and horny confused teen. He was older than her by thirteen years and married, when they first had sex on a beach at Lake Balaton, near Budapest.
Kate turned and put her hands on the tile wall presenting her shiny wet ass.
“Are you sure?” He said as he pressed his cockhead against the meaty folds of her pussy. He spread her ass cheeks, two handfuls of firm Steele ass, pressing a finger on her asshole.
She looked back at him, “Yes, yes.” Kate’s gaze said she wanted it as much as he did.
He eased his cock into his half-sister as she moaned, pushing her ass at him, pressing her face against the tile. Like a glove, her muscles gripped him. Sex in a shower wasn’t easy, after playing around, banging against the tempered glass and fixtures they moved to one of the beds. Kate on her back as he held her legs up pounding in and out of her delightful pussy as she gripped the sheets, her pink-tipped breasts jiggling seductively as she tried to breathe taking gasps of air, moaning, calling out his name. As the air conditioner cooled them, they came in unison as organisms racked her body he pulled out and shot his load on her flat belly. They both grinned, satisfied as he fell onto the bed next to her. Neither were embarrassed, they had history.
“Good for you? It was for me,” he said feeling like a smart ass with his baby sister. She was no virgin, not by a long shot. Both had learned to take solace in sex, a family trait it appeared.
“Yes, very, you haven’t lost your touch. Damn, I might have to shower again.” Kate said patting her brother’s leg.
“Me too,” he said, closing his eyes.
The numbers on the digital clock said it had been 5 hours since they crawled under the comforter together, sated, and dead tired.
Brock stood with his brother Jim (James Steele III) looking at what was left of Ivan’s home office. Ivan’s townhouse was in the upscale Chidlom district of Bangkok. Surrounded by a gated cement wall with a small garden and driveway in a quiet neighborhood a few kilometers from his bar in the center of the city.
The stocky silver-haired Thai gentleman dressed in a black suit and dark tie who stood with them was in charge and walking Jim through what the local police had found on arrival. The room was a bloodbath with what was left of two bodies lying in a heap on the teak floor in a drying pool of blood. Brock was reading the scene himself.
Mr. X, as Brock didn’t get his name, evidently was from the Thai National Intelligence Agency (NIA) and a friend of his brother’s. NIA was responsible for domestic and foreign intelligence. He had ordered the local police to remain outside while technicians from his office worked the crime scene.
One thing Brock did not see was Ivan. Kate was behind him seeing what he was seeing, holding a handkerchief over her mouth to minimize the smell from the dead bodies. Why were they here, he wanted to know but waited and listened.
In accented English Mr. X laid out what he thought had happened, occasionally referring to notes on the device in his hand.
“I believe that the Russian national you know as Ivan was ambushed by three men as he and his companion, a Thai citizen, returned home this morning at approximately 0315.” He said nodding at the two corpses that lay between a bookcase and a heavy teak desk the bodies blasted full of small holes that turned their upper bodies into hamburger, rendering their faces unrecognizable. Brock could not tell their nationality just that both were men and appeared fit. A black semi-automatic pistol lay in the pool of blood, a severed hand still attached to it.
“Having gotten the jump on Ivan, he was taken into his office while his companion was zip-tied and placed on the couch in the living room.”
Jim was nodding and so was Brock. Kate had a hand on his shoulder. The sight of the bodies was disturbing but not anything worse than they had seen on a battlefield.
“It appears Ivan was placed in a chair and interrogated for some time,” he said pointing at a straight-backed wooden chair lying on its side near the desk.
“I see,” Jim said.
“We think that the life of his companion was threatened, and she may have been injured. We found blood splatter in the living room,” Mr. X said, “At which point Ivan gave up the combination to a safe hidden in the wall behind his desk, knowing what would happen.” His face showed the slightest smile.
Brock could see what was left of a framed painting hanging on the wall, the door to a small combination safe hung open.
Jim stepped in. “Let me guess, it was booby-trapped.” He said as the safe was at chest height directly across from the two corpses there was a cone-shaped blast pattern across the desk and into the wall, passing right through where the two men would have been standing.
As they talked one of the technicians, dressed in white disposable coveralls and booties, was placing the fingers of both bodies on a handheld biometric scanner.
Mr. X, “I think Ivan opened the safe and ducked for cover. A small explosive charge, similar to an American Claymore Mine filled with buckshot, was tripped, throwing buckshot across the room killing these two men.” He said, “The third man was standing by the office door and caught part of the blast.”
Brock was impressed, in a professional way. Dozens of tiny steel balls blasted at close range did a lot of damage to the body.
“And where did you find my brother’s card?” Jim asked.
“Yes, the reason for Mr. Steele CEO of Pegasus Group and Ms. Kate’s invitation to come here.” He said showing them a plastic evidence bag that held a white business card, like the one he had given Ivan hours ago. Now partially covered in blood splatter from what Brock could see as he took the bag in hand.
“The man outside with half his arm blown off had this in his other hand.” Mr. X said, then waited.
He wasn’t done. “Can you tell me what your interest in Ivan was?”