*Bam*
*Bam*
*Bam*

Loud gunshots blare the dead night, followed by almost silent laser shots. One laser beam is all it takes to take down an opponent. With their advanced weapons, Jack's men quickly dismantle the formation of security outside the house as well as those shooting from the windows.

Jack's snipers are better and have with them the W-L3 guns which aid in the accuracy without leaving behind any living enemy.

Using multiple drones being controlled by one of his men, Jack observes his assassins clear the weak enemies. Through the multiple screens before him, his eyes search for any possible sign of his dear half-brother. His eyes flicker with anticipation. And his mind continues to devise cruel ways to torture Zack once he is caught.

But the attack has been going on for about twenty minutes yet he hasn't caught sight of anyone being protected or hiding.

"Are you sure this is the place?" He asks his assistant, Stan, his tone anxious and impatient.

"Yes, Sir," Stan answers from the seat behind Jack's in the brightly lit van. "From the pictures you provided, we matched a face and he is in there."

Jack grits his teeth, sinking back in the leather seat. He knows the chances of the said person being Zack are almost ten percent due to WSG's advanced technology, but he still hopes he'll find him. It is better to hunt the enemy than have them hunt him or Annie.
Judging from the tight security and their formation around the mansion, he can feel his brother's hand in it.

'What really happened that year?'
Jack questions himself feeling unsettled.

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In the large dimlit room, a shadowy figure enters through the adjacent door. With steps lighter than a single feather, they make their way straight for the bed and halt beside it.
For almost three seconds, the figure hidden by the night's kindness just observes the female sleeping soundly. How can she be so peaceful yet the world is on fire because of her?

The intruder bends forward till a fraction of his face is illuminated by the weak light flowing from the balcony doors... Zack.

An evil smirk caresses his lips. "We meet again little birdie," he whispers, and then brings his hand forward to caress her face.
The feel of her soft skin makes his smirk widen and darken with vile intentions.
"Did you miss me?"

Reacting to his touch, Annie mumbles incoherently and tries to swat what she thinks is a bug from her face.
Zack lets out a low amused chuckle before lowering his butt to sit next to Annie's waist.
His hand proceeds to cup her jaw, his thumb running over the curve of her lips, savoring the feel of their softness.
"I'm here to take you away as I promised you."

She again stirs, this time, rolls to face the other side while pulling the duvet close to her chin.
Zack retreats his hand and sighs relaxed. His gaze falls on the balcony, then on the large closet. "It's just as I remember it."

In his moment of reliving the past, Annie rolls again to face him. Her eyes split open slightly, catching sight of the man she mistakes for Jack.
"You're not sleeping?" She asks with a sleepy undertone.

"Not yet," Zack impersonates Jack without looking at her directly.
His voice and ninety percent of his facial features match his half-brother, which gives him an advantage, especially in the poorly lit room.

"Mmm... let's sleep," she says as her hand slides beneath his shirt.
As soon as she comes in direct contact with his skin, Zack's eyes peel wide open.
'This, this is her voluntary touch,' he thinks to himself, lowering his shocked gaze down to his abdomen.

"Just sleeping?"

"Mm! I'm so-" she yawns, "-tired."

His heart begins pounding like a hammer striking hard on a tough nail. The urge to play along and fall into temptation overpowers him. 'I'm not the good guy Annie,' he says in his mind before giving in to his selfish desires.

In less than a minute, the man impersonating Jack lays comfortably in the warm bed, spooning against Annie from behind.
He presses his nose on her hair and inhales. The scent of shampoo and all the feminine hair products sends Zack's mind into a delusional world where Annie is only his.

He pulls her closer, his hands snaking around her chest till they cup her tits.
She giggles, in her drowsy mind, thinking of Jack being horny so late in the night. She can already feel his cock against her butt as he moves his crotch up and down on the soft mass of that ass.

The feeling of being desired in the dead of the night makes poor Annie react in a wet manner but she acts indifferent just to heighten the excitement both of them feel.

The rough breaths assault her ear but she ignores them just like the hands busy squeezing the life out of her tits as if he had never held them before.
She smiles and then starts gyrating her ass against his crotch, filling Zack's cock with even more vigor.

He grunts a set of moans, his hands moving wildly all over her chest and down to her pajamas.
Annie gasps when he cups her pussy possessively, as if he is claiming something he will never let go of.

The desire to have whatever Jack has ever had drives Zack to the edge of insanity. And knowing that his older brother is out there looking for him while he is in bed with his woman, only makes Zack's lust burn like inferno flames.

With a cooperative and unsuspecting Annie, the task to have her grows even easier.
It just wasn't in his plans to fuck her tonight.
But damn the plans.
Damn the war.

He wants to be inside her more than he wants to torture his brother.

Annie giggles when a large hand is slid under her pajamas, moving straight for her drenched opening.
"Fuuuck!" Zack groans at the feel of her wet entrance.

His mind is suddenly clouded by lust, and to quench the devil of arousal, he quickly strips both of their pants before rolling over Annie.
Her share of lust and poor eyesight make her fail to feel any difference.

And then his burning cock pushes its way inside her without any warning, prompting her to let out a happy squeal which is instantly suppressed by Zack's palm. "Shh!"

The hand is moved aside, replaced by Zack's lips. His mustache, just like Jack's, intimately prickles her skin...one more thing to blind her senses.
But she feels a difference in the kiss. Even though it's as fiery as Jack's, it lacks passion and any pure desire.

'Maybe it's because it's late,' she comforts herself breaking it to embrace him.
Still driven by lust, Zack goes on with his slow and deliberate fucking, feeling over the moon at how heavenly her pussy grips his width. Just...perfect.

Annie's nose takes in his scent from his neck as doubts start to clear her senses.
He smells... different.
'Maybe he's been working.' Another excuse to comfort her from facing the glaring revelation that the man on, and inside her, might not be her Jack.

"Jack?" She breathes, her arousal starting to die away.

"Y...es?"

"I...I need to use the...bathroom."

"Shh!" He hushes, sending his right hand between them to cup her left tit. "Oh gawd, this feels damn...good. Argh, yes... I want you like this, every...every fucking d...day."

Her worst fear is slowly being confirmed.
This man who sounds and feels like Jack, isn't Jack.
Her body immediately freezes. The walls of her vagina start clamping up, her arousal long dead.

'Call for help.'
The most logical thing she can do.
And just as she moves her hands to meet on Zack's back, he quickly shoves back and up.

From the tone of her voice to the change inside her pussy, Zack realizes what she is about to do. He grabs both of her wrists and pins them above her head. "Nice try love."

Her breaths hike, leading to the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she gazes wide-eyed at the stranger on top of her.
"Who-who are you?"

"Shh... I'll answer that when-" he thrusts forward, "-I'm done with-" *thrust* "-this amazing," *thrust* "-warm-" *thrust* "-pussy of yours."

The thought of her knowing that it isn't Jack fucking her makes his dark heart rejoice and his cock swell with pleasure.

She knows, struggling is useless. He has her in a tough position from which she cannot casually free herself.
Hot butter tears now fill her eyes and roll down her temples as she lies there helpless while her assaulter goes on.

Zack thrust two more times before erupting deep inside her.
"I'll make you carry my damn baby!" He declares in a loud groan.

Carry his baby? Does he not know of pills?
But, will he let her leave after this?
How did he get in the house in the first place?