Going to the oasis

As I walk to the oasis, the sand was feeling coarse on my feet, I wonder about my uncle's game. The fact that it's private was strange, Set always liked to show off to the others when he won, even when he cheated. He took every opportunity to rub in my face that he had my father's throne and that I would never get in back.

But this time, I'll beat him for sure.

After some hours, reaching the top of a dune, I spot the oasis; grand and beautiful, lush with plants and trees, a great lake of crystal clear water; birds chirping and camels grazing. It annoyed me that Set owned such a beautiful piece of land, the set a guard that barred entrance for anyone unless Set approved them.

At the edge of the oasis, I wait for a time, wondering when the guard would come, yet they didn't. So, suspiciously, I stride through the fertile bit of land and the flowers, walking beside the lake searching around for my uncle.

After some minutes, I notice a light in the distance and follow it until I find a little covered alcove.

"Uncle? Are you here?" I say as I move closer and pass under the veil. "I'm ready for the battle..."

I frown as I look at the bed set there and press my hand in it.

"Finally here, are you?" a sultry tone asked as delicate, bronzed hands of a woman seemed to wrap around my stomach.

"What?" I jerk around and turned my head to stare at a woman, with silky pitch-dark hair that went to slim perfect shoulders; a heart-shaped face, a button nose, plump kissable lips and inset in that face were mean, dark eyes that seemed to mock and see him as little more than a child, faced him, a smirk on her face.

"Who are you?" I ask, blinking at the woman, only just realising that bare breasts were pushed against my back, hard nipples rubbing against skin.

"Funny, I bet you like women to be more demure, don't you?" the woman chuckled. "But to answer your question, dear nephew, is that I was the one who killed your father."

Yanking free from the grip of the woman, I turn to face her, my eyes going wide as I see just how naked she was.

"Come on, Horus, what do you think of me?" the woman claiming to be Set sauntered over to the bed and lay supine on it. "I think I look pretty good, don't you?"

Feeling the rage boiling inside me, I scan the area around me. "Uncle! Are you so cowardly as to make me face a woman instead of yourself?"

"I'm right here, Horus," the woman on the bed sniffed as she examined her nails with indifference. "But then again, it would make sense that someone as stupid as you, would also lack imagination too. But then you are so much like my brother, it makes me sick. But to make it easier, I'll show you."

The woman clicked her fingers and sat up, the slim, slender body becoming broad and muscular, the face changing to the man who killed my father.

"Neat, huh?" Set chuckled, before turning back to the woman. "Well, it's quite simple and will even be fun. You see, I'll be a woman for the entirety of this challenge,while you stay you. This challenge is simple: stay here and don't touch me with your hands."

"Really? That's it; just don't touch you."

"That's it," Set nodded, a devious smile spread across his face. "If you can do that for the entire night, when Ra comes over the sky on his barge, you win."

"Well then, this'll be easy."

Set only grinned. "So confident; I'm going to have fun."