Incest/Taboo Pharaoh’s Curse

"How can you know any of this, as far as I'm concerned you're just making it all up!" Carla growled.

"Did I make up the Sphinx rising, the hidden tomb that hasn't seen the light of day in over three thousand years? Can any one of you tell me how I, a simple teenager, could know how to do any of that when you three have dedicated your lives to this study?" Andrew asked, with a pointed look. He noted how Anta wanted to say something yet kept her mouth shut.

"Then where are you getting all this information from?!" Alex asked, worryingly.

"I don't think you want to know," Andrew said, weakly.

"Why not?" Alex inquired arching an eyebrow.

"Don't think you would believe me if I told you."

"Alright, lets shelf that conversation for later," Alex muttered before quickly writing down the location of where Andrew had pointed at on the map. If he was right, and there was a growing suspicion that her son was going to be right on so many things, she didn't have any idea what was in store for the world. Wondering how many text books were going to have to be rewritten with all the finds he was going to discover. "Carla will you get the satellite photos," Alex ordered, glancing up at her son as she put the finishing touches on her notes.

"Sure thing Professor," Carla said, in a monotone voice. Shooting Andrew a glance wondering if Andrew had indeed gone insane or if she was just now noticing it. The things he was saying no rational person would say.

"These blow ups are the clearest we can make them before the image became blurry," Alex said, once Carla laid the print outs on the table.

"Any one got a magnifying glass?" Andrew asked, looking at the three of them. He had to make sure the markings were still there.

"So mind filling us in on what's so important in the Qattara Depression?" Anta asked, as Andrew studied the photos.

"The tombs of the Pharaohs of Lower Egypt," Andrew said, matter-of-factly. Not seeing Carla and Anta looking to Alex, who shrugged her shoulders, something else Andrew missed.

"Don't ask me, Andrew has this wild theory that the Pharaohs of that time were buried there," Alex said, waving to the photos.

"Theory huh?!"

"Until you can prove it, then yes, it remains a theory," Alex nodded.

"Alright, then let's take a flight back to Egypt, if you're going to doubt me," Andrew said, laying down the magnifying glass.

"I don't know Andrew, it isn't like we can just drop everything and dash off," Alex said, leaning on the table. Trying not to allow her cunt to throb at the thought of having Andrew back in her apartment.

"Okay, let's put it this way, if you humor me, I'll go along with the rest of the tour."

"Andrew, does that mean... you'll come with me (us), to London, Paris... Rome?" Alex asked, feeling her heart fluttering as her son nodded.

"Isn't like we actually have to be here. Most of the stuff is already up, its just the little bits that need the fine tuning. Plus two days out in the desert won't be too bad," Andrew said, with a sly smirk. "My finder's fee still applies to everything we find."

"You'll have to buy the tickets, the museum only paid for the flight here and for the rest of the tour," Alex said, lifting herself off the table.

"Sure not a problem, although are you ready to be proven wrong?" Andrew asked, sliding his hands into his pockets.

"What if you're wrong Andrew? Hmm? What are you going to do about the time wasted on this side venture?" Alex asked, with a cocked eyebrow.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something," Andrew said, pulling out his phone as he walked out of the examination room.

"Yeah, I'll be back soon. Okay, I'll be safe I promise Dad. Love you too," Andrew said, as his mother walked out of the room.

"Alright, Anta and Carla will stay here and oversee everything until we get back," Alex said, watching how her son ended his call. "I take it Julián wasn't pleased to know that you'll be gone for a few days."

"That's putting it mildly."

"Well then, I suggest I take you home so you can pack and get your passport," Alex said, smiling warmly at her son.

"Holy...?!" Andrew yelped as his mother laughed like mad as their jeep jumped the sand dune. "And you let her drive?!" he hissed as he looked at the back of Bill's head as he sat behind him as he and Haas clung on for dear life as his mother raced across the sand.

"Where's your sense of adventure Andy?!" Alex asked, her mirth was carried on the air.

"You left it at the bottom of the last two dunes, and what do you mean where's my sense of adventure. I did just travel over two thousand miles in one day just to prove a point," Andrew stated as his knuckles turned white due to the death grip he hand on the handle as he kept from being thrown from the Jeep.

"You really think the Pharaohs of the Lower Kingdom had their tombs out here?!" Hass asked, as her red bandana kept her dark brown hair out of her face as she looked over at him.

"I know it," Andrew stated plainly.

"Man, you know no one believes you, right?" Bill asked, peering around the left side of his seat.

"Well, everyone thought the Sphinx was just a simple monument and not something that hid a tomb that housed three separate Pharaohs, one I might add that not even your Professor or her colleagues knew existed until I came along," Andrew said, arrogantly.

"Okay, we all can admit that find was amazing Andrew, but that was a fluke and you know it," Alex said, her red hair whipped behind her as she stared at her son in the rear view mirror.

"Was it?" Andrew replied with a smirk.

"What do you mean?"

"Take a right here," Andrew said, directing his mother to the outcrop of rocks in that sea of sand.

"Alright Andrew, this is your show, lead the way," Alex said, as she, along with her undergrads, tightened the straps of their backpacks. Containing the tools and gear to document everything they will or should find if her son spoke the truth. If Alex was truthful she had a suspicion that her son was going to make her look like a fool, along with all the other Egyptologists who dotted the country. She knew the find set everyone's blood on edge. Mainly because they themselves had yearned for a find like that all their careers and here comes along her son and does something not any one, herself included, could have achieved. Her sky-blue eyes ran down her son's body as his eyes looked for something that was no longer there, whatever that was. "You okay honey?" Alex whispered as it appeared her son was somewhere else at the moment as her hand rested on his bicep.

"Yeah..." Shaking off the feeling, his hand curled into a fist as he felt the ring heating against his skin. Feeling his mother's fingers skimming along his arm as the sand gave as his foot pushed against it as he stepped forward. His eyes scanned the rock face looking for the signs that led to the salt tombs that were dug into the earth of the Qattara Depression. "This way," Andrew said, in a monotone voice as he slipped in-between two boulders that were placed there to hide the entrance of one of the tombs.

"How is it that you aren't sweating?" Haas asked, as she, Bill and her Professor all sported sweat stains whereas Andrew was dry as a bone.

"Would you accept that I have the blessing of Ra?" Andrew asked, with a straight face. Seeing his mother rolling her eyes.

"Okay Andrew, just where are we?" Alex inquired slyly reading the hieroglyphs that lined the stone around the sealed entrance of what appeared to her as a tomb.

"Come on, you got those fancy teacherly skills all tucked away in that brain of yours. Why don't you ponder on just who lies within," Andrew said, as he leaned against the boulder with an amused smirk on his lips.

Slinging her backpack around, taking her brush out of the small pocket. Slyly eyeing her son, she couldn't believe that there were hieroglyphs all the way out here. Then again, she did have a feeling that her son was about to make her appear foolish. Gently brushing away the crust of salt that had formed over thousands of years in that salt-infused land.

"Siamun," Alex whispered. "Haas tell my son just who Siamun..."

"He was the son of Osorkon the Elder," Andrew said, wondering why that name left a foul taste in his mouth. Shrugging his shoulders when his mother peered back at him. "Seems I know more about Egypt than even you," he teased, "who would have thought?"

"Since you seem to have knowledge that we, who've studied this field, do not, tell us, just how many tombs are in this area?" Alex asked, inquisitively.

"Twenty," Andrew said, without even thinking about it.

"Twenty, really?!" Bill asked, skeptically.

"Hey, believe me or not," Andrew shrugged his shoulders. "I mean, here is a tomb that's not even supposed to exist, by your standard, and yet here we are staring at the opening of Siamun's tomb."

"It's a shame we can't go in, I'd love to see what's in there," Alex sighed, knowing they would have to break through the stone that protected the entrance. Waving for her students to get out of the picture as she stood a few feet back as she lined up her cell phone with the entrance after she and her undergrads had brushed the salt off the stone. Sending the picture to Zahi Hawass and the rest of the Supreme Council of Antiquities telling them of the find that Andrew had discovered and that there were more tombs buried there. They just needed to get the funding and the permission from the government to start the dig once winter was over, or after they were finished with the Amkhakha temple. The thought of how many text books were going to have to be rewritten popped into her mind once again.

"So believe me now?" Andrew asked, with a coy smirk.

"Okay, you have my attention Andrew," Alex said, looking over at her son. "Since we're in Egypt, how about you show us where Akhenaten and Nefertiti are buried," she said, smiling, feeling Haas's and Bill's eyes on her then darting to her son.

"You can't possibly know where they are?!" Haas exclaimed. She wasn't there when the Sphinx rose or when he found that tomb. She liked to keep to herself, which is why she wasn't involved in all the weirdness that happened at the temple. Still, the way he was going on about everything and speaking like he knew where everything was buried beneath the sand unnerved her greatly. It was just astronomical that Andrew could know half of what he does.

"I'm about to blow the world's mind," Andrew chuckled as he walked back to the Jeep.

"I see you brought back up," Andrew teased as their Jeep pulled to a stop along side another one as they arrived at King Tutankhamen's tomb in the Valley of the Kings.

"Of course, I did. You've caused quite the stir with your discovery of that tomb in Giza, and now, while I can't say the Pharaohs of Lower Egypt are buried there, I do have a strong suspicion you're going to shake up Egyptology once we get the go ahead to explore the tombs. And you telling me, and in turn my department, you know where Akhenaten and Nefertiti are buried? You're damn right there's going to be people here. I hope you weren't pulling my leg when you told me that you knew where they are, because I would hate for you to be found out as nothing more than a fraud," Alex said sweetly, as she peered behind her at her son.

"Well then, I can't disappoint, now can I?" Andrew stated as he eased out of the Jeep.

Andrew stared down into the tomb of Tutankhamen as he listened to his mother and her students detailing what they found in the Qattara Depression. Listening to them chattering away in excitement of what it could mean for Egypt and for historians as well. Andrew knew it would fill in a great many blanks about one of Egypt's dark ages. Plus he knew once he revealed this secret, which the Pharaohs had kept hidden all this time, he would never go back to being plain old Andrew. Feeling the ring heating as he felt the ancient magic that sealed their tomb from unwanted eyes.

"Here Andrew," Alex said, handing her son a flashlight. "It's dark down there and I'd rather you not trip and fall," she said, in a motherly voice. Trying not to notice how his skin had a slight glow to it as the sun struck it.

"Well Mr. McCain, for your sake I hope you weren't pulling our legs," said a late fifties, salt and pepper haired man who stood beside a slightly older Egyptian woman.

"Let's see, I have found a new site that's somewhat like the Valley of the Kings in Qattara and the tomb in Giza. I would have thought you egg heads would be jumping for joy over the news..."

"Andrew behave," Alex whispered a warning in his ear. Ignoring the strange blue light in her son's eyes as she noted his annoyance.

"What you found in Qattara remains to be proven. While the find in Giza is a marvelous addition to the history of the Old Kingdom. It was only a matter of time before someone with proper training would find it," the man said arrogantly, as he looked down at Andrew.

"Why did I even bother leaving New York?" Andrew grumbled. Feeling his mother at his back as he descended into the tomb. "You're recording this right?" he asked, over his shoulder. "I'd hate to be called a charlatan," Andrew said, narrowing his eyes at the man.

"Bill's manning the camera," Alex said, her voice echoing in the tomb as they delved deeper into it. "Okay, this is the chamber where Tutankhamen's sarcophagus was found as you can see Mr. McCain there is no other exit or another room in this place."

"You sure about that?" Andrew asked, arching an eyebrow at his mother who nodded. "Then let me amaze that little mind of yours," he said, walking over to the far right wall. The memories of the past leading his way as Tutankhamen's knowledge flooded his mind. Placing his hand on the stone, his body blocked the purple flare of his ring as he gently pushed on the hidden door. "I hope none of you shaved today. Would hate to hear that you died because you failed to believe," Andrew said, stepping out of the way showing off the open doorway. Smirking hatefully at the man who had dismissed him as he stood with a gaping mouth at the sight. "It's amazing how all those properly trained archeologists missed something as mundane as a simple door," he sneered at the man. "Do you want the honors of being the first one to gaze upon Akhenaten and Nefertiti?" Andrew asked, gazing at his mother who nodded her head very vehemently. Smiling warmly at his mother as he noted the sparkle in her eyes. Nodding when those sky-blue eyes voiced their thank you, his eyes dipped low as they fell upon his mother's ass as she slipped through the open doorway.

"Oh my... come here," Alex quickly waved her son over. "Look," pointing at the hieroglyphs, "do you mind giving us a translation Mr. McCain?" she asked, smiling warmly at her son. No one other than those who were at the temple dig knew Andrew was her son, and she planned on keeping it that way. She had a feeling; if she played her cards right then she and her son would be making numerous headlines and she didn't want the world to know that Andrew was indeed her son and lover in case a photo of them ever got out of her making out with her son.

"If you want Ms. Sanders," Andrew teased, if she wanted to be formal two can play at that game. "Here lies the traitors, the heretics, may Ammit forever feast upon their souls for their sacrilege of the Gods," he read aloud. "Tell me class, just whom did the Egyptians refer to as traitors and heretics?" Andrew asked, peering at those to his right. "Shall we continue on?" Smirking at his mother when those behind him were too stunned to speak.

"Oh my! Look!" Alex nearly shouted at all the gold, the scrolls, the pieces of chariots that all contained Akhenaten's and Nefertiti's names on them. Everything else was either obliterated or defaced that contained their names that didn't find themselves stored with their bodies. "Bill, Haas, Dr. Anders, Dr. Ali over here!" she exclaimed as her flashlight shone upon the two sarcophagi at the far end of the chamber.

Andrew moved out of the way before he was trampled. He didn't need to see it to know who they were. His memories from Tutankhamen told him where everything was placed.

"Oh my god! It is her!" Haas squealed in joy. Her fingers ran along Nefertiti's cartouche.

"Dr. Ali, look here all the spells to protect the Pharaoh in the afterlife have been chiseled off ," Dr. Anders said, running his fingers along the gold surface of Akhenaten's sarcophagus.

"Very interesting Dr. Anders," Dr. Ali mused as her brown eyes ran over the surface.

"Well Mr. McCain," Dr. Anders peered over at Andrew, "when we were informed by Dr. Sanders that you knew of their location, I, and I know many of my peers, thought you were some snake oil salesman trying to earn a quick buck. Yet now," looking around the chamber, "consider myself a believer," Dr. Anders said, with a smile on his face.

"As long as I get my finder's fee," Andrew said, shrugging his shoulders. "You kids have fun now," he said, waving to his mother from over his shoulder as he walked back out. The moment he stepped out of the door and into Tutankhamen's main chamber, time seemed to stop just like it had done at his home in New York.

"So young Pharaoh, you've finally accepted your role," Isis spoke as her image on the wall began to shimmer.

"Not like you Gods gave me much of a choice in the matter. Now did you?" Andrew asked, still under the suspicion that they had forced his mother to flee from her family.

"The Pharaoh is needed to restore Ma'at."

"What does that even mean?! How the hell can I restore something that I don't even fucking understand!" Andrew growled.

"You will Pharaoh, you will." With that the image grew still and the world began to spin again.

"Andrew?!" Alex whispered from behind him. Listening to his huff as she hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry I doubted you! Do you realize what you've done here?! Do you know how many of us have waited for this day?! Oh, how I can't wait to study them!" she said, excitedly.

"We need to get a team out here immediately," Dr. Ali spoke as she approached.

"Agreed. We definitely need to get a team here as fast as we possibly can," Dr. Anders spoke.

"Abasi would be more than happy to lend a hand," Alex said, offering up her grad student as her colleagues exited through the door as she turned to greet them.

"Excellent. I hope we can purloin your other two students while you're in New York," Dr. Anders said, with a warm smile. Slyly running his eyes down Alex's alluring figure.

"I'm sure they'll be happy to unearth this remarkable find," Alex said, happily. "Won't you?" she asked, looking at her students once they emerged.

"Oh yes?!" Haas nodded excitedly.

"Sure Professor," Bill agreed eyeing Andrew warily. Twice now he has witnessed things that shouldn't be. Things that all his studies told him couldn't be.

"So..." Poking his mother in the arm, "feel like finding Thinis since we're close and all that jazz," Andrew said, smirking evilly at their shocked faces.

"Mr. McCain it isn't wise to tease a lady," Alex said, yet Andrew could hear the pout in her voice.

"What, haven't I shown you enough by now for you to believe me?" Andrew asked, shaking his head as he left the tomb.

"Wait a minute Mr. McCain!" Dr. Ali called out as she raced to stop his ascent. "What you said about Thinis, you weren't joking about that were you?"

"I've been told I've got a horrible sense of humor."

"Then you really do know where Thinis is?" Dr. Anders asked, joining Dr. Ali's side.

"Sure do, I told her," Andrew said, pointing at his mother. "She didn't believe me, like you didn't believe me about Qattara or this place," he said, nodding to the now open hidden door.

"Then please Mr. McCain will you take us there?!" Dr. Ali said, excitedly.

"I'm getting some of the credit for this, right?" Andrew asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh yes, we certainly wouldn't leave your name out of this given you just found something that we all have been wondering about since we all learned the name of Akhenaten and Nefertiti," Dr. Anders said, joyously.

"Okay, what the hell is going on with you?!" Haas asked heatedly, as they drove along the Nile.

"What do ya mean?!" Andrew asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Just where are you getting your sources from?!" Bill asked, peering around his seat. "Do you know how many times Tutankhamen's tomb has been studied and examined?!"

"Nope," Andrew stated looking down at the waters of the Nile. "Rise," he commanded with his mind. "Stop!" Andrew hastily said as the river rose above it's banks by six feet. Watching the water returning back to its normal course. His thumb brushed along the metal of the ring as he pondered on just exactly what it could do, and to make sure no stray thoughts would activate it.

"Well, it was a lot!" Haas exclaimed throwing up her arms.

"Okay, some reason you're ragging on me for finding something that the professionals failed to do?" Andrew asked, looking over at Haas.

"Andrew, you don't know the magnitude of what you've just done," Alex said, reaching between the gap, lightly touching her son's left shin. "It might take years to fully study everything in that chamber, that's not including the tombs in Qattara, if they are truly tombs," she said, a smile formed on her lips at Andrew's groan. "Relax honey, I'm only teasing you. Bill does have a point Andrew, just where are you getting all this information from? Did you continue your studies after I left?"

"No," Andrew said, coldly. "I did everything I could to forget them."

How that tore at her heart to hear those words. Biting back her tears as she turned onto the bridge. "It wasn't his fault, he was probably angry and wanted to forget all about me," Alex said to herself. Still, that didn't make it any less hurtful.

"Then how do you know all of this?! From what I saw of you at the temple you aren't really interested in Egyptology. And then you only had the knowledge of what the Professor taught you before she moved..."

"Don't belittle me," Andrew sneered. "She abandoned me and my father for dust and bones. Stop here," he barked.

"I'm sorry, I know..." Haas's head shot back as Andrew held up his hand.

"I don't want to hear it," Andrew grumbled. He felt the sand shifting under the loose grass that clung to the soil as he squatted down. Placing his hand on the blades of grass. It almost felt like the earth had a heartbeat. "Show me where Thinis lies Ma'at," he whispered in ancient Egyptian. Turning his head to the left, feeling something was being pushed up to the surface. Glancing out of the corner of his eye as his mother looked at him perplexingly. He hoped she didn't hear him. Andrew so didn't want to explain why he was asking an Egyptian goddess for help. "Here," Andrew said, pointing at the ground as he stood above where he felt the object. Don't ask him how, he just knew. It almost felt like the land of Egypt was alive beneath his feet and only he could feel it.

Andrew had to give Dr. Anders and Ali credit as the man tossed his suit jacket onto the hood of the Jeep they had taken and rolled up his sleeves. He noted the smile on his mother's face as the man spoke softly about them aiding his mother.

"I always loved field work," Dr. Anders said, with a light mirth to his tone as he and Dr. Ali helped his mother, Bill, and Haas to peel away the grass.

Andrew ignored the banter as he laid on the bank. His eyes studying, how that small yellow butterfly that had landed on his right index finger, as it unfolded and folded its wings. Watching how it uncurled its proboscis, a little sad as it fluttered away as his mother cautioned Bill to be more careful. Pulling out his phone, sending his father a silent thank you for changing his phone over to an international plan. Typing out a text to Anta that she owed him twenty bucks and a kiss.

"I do not!" A smile appeared on his lips at her quick reply.

"Do too!" Andrew sent back.

"No way?! You couldn't have found her you've only been there for ten hours!"

"Hate to burst your bubble sweet cheeks," Andrew chuckled at that corny line, "but I did, its on film if you don't believe me, and I have witnesses!"

"Sweet cheeks?! What are we in the fucking '50s?!" Anta sent back with a laughing emoji. "Still I don't believe you."

"Talk to your boy Bill he has the tape." Andrew's eyes widen at the naked picture Anta had sent as she posed for the camera.

"See what you're missing Andrew?! Don't you miss my hot, tight, little body wrapped around you as you fuck me with that hard cock?!"

"Yeah, I kind of do."

"Then why aren't you here fucking me into oblivion?"

"Not like I can fly or teleport. So who took the picture?"

"Carla of course. She is naked too, all touching herself when she snapped it off. Does that make you hard Andrew?"

"Umm... yeah! Any guy would be when he knows what the two of you look like nude and how the two of you taste."

"Mmm... Andrew, God, I'm already getting wet just thinking about your tongue licking my little pussy. I wish I was in my hotel room just touching myself as we text... Andrew are you alone?"

"Nope, laying on a bank on the side of the road, as they dig up Thinis."

"Thinis! Why didn't you take us! We would have loved to be there?!" Anta sent back with a pouting and angry emojis.

"Just a little bit more." Andrew heard his mother mutter.

"Here listen for yourself," Andrew typed out before holding down the voice recorder.

"It really is Thinis!" Dr. Ali gasped as the slate tablet appeared as they brushed the soil away.

"It's intact too. Amazing!" Dr. Anders exclaimed.

"Just look at the way they carved this," Alex said, holding her hair back as her face as only inches away from surface of the slate.

"As you can hear you aren't missing much," Andrew typed out once he released his hold on the button.

"Still... I'd like to have been there."

"Don't worry I got a suspicion you'll be around for the real fun stuff. After all we do have to explore the rest of the temple and the tombs of Qattara."

"So... they were actually there?!"

"Yep, you would think me showing them where Siamun was entombed would have been a joyous event, but nooooo, no one believes me. Well, I showed them when I did the impossible."

"Siamun?! Really? Huh? Well, Andrew, it seems like you're just full of surprises. So when are you coming back?"

"Maybe in a day, knowing my mother she'll want to be there when they start to remove the items and Akhenaten's and Nefertiti's sarcophagi from the chamber," Andrew sent before peering at the sun through the gaps of his fingers. Wondering if Ra was truly up there guiding Atet across the sky. Then the thought of Bast standing on the bow of the ship as it sailed down the river of the Underworld. Almost seeing the light in her eyes as she defended her father. The way her breasts bounced with every thrust of her sword, the way the torches played along her ass as she battled the monsters of Duat. Shaking the thoughts from his head as he started to feel himself hardening. Glancing up as he felt something lightly touching his forehead. "Bast?!" Andrew whispered confused as to why she was there as her green eyes peered down at him. Her scarab symbol that was emblazoned on her fur rippled in the light desert breeze.

"Yes, my Pharaoh," Bast purred into his mind.

"What are you doing here?!"

"To see you of course," Bast whispered as her wet nose touched his forehead.

"Me?! Why?"

"You were thinking lustful thoughts about my immortal body were you not?" Bast cooed as her sandpaper-like tongue licked down the bridge of his nose. "Have you not remembered yet?!"

"You're going to have to give me more than that," Andrew said, completely forgetting about his mother and the others.

"Our time on the banks of the Nile, have you not remembered how you made love to me on that sandy shore?" Andrew swallowed hard at the sound of her licentious voice. His mind was pulled back through time as her left pupil contracted.

Andrew groaned as he gazed out the eyes of Onouphrios as he stood... looking around he could see the temple complex in the distance through the stone pillars that held up the roof of... if he had to guess it reminded him of the Forum in Rome. Tilting his head up peering at the open sky above him before turning his attention to the scroll in his hands. Noting all the images of people doing sexual things with one another. His tongue rolled in his mouth as he gazed at the original copy of the Turin Erotic Papyrus. Rolling it open a tad more, his heart leapt to his throat as he gazed at Bast's image. Knowing they did not do her justice. If only the Egyptians knew how hot that goddess truly was.

"Dude?! That's his mother?!" Andrew asked himself as his eyes fell upon Hetepheres. He could feel Onouphrios's manhood hardening at the sight of her breasts that shown through the light material of her gown as his mother had a worried look in her eyes as Andrew just stood there.

"Yes, she is beautiful is she not?" Onouphrios whispered to him. "A shame yours isn't as stunning as she is. Either way your mother will be servicing me..."

"Like hell she will," Andrew growled angrily as he took hold of Onouphrios's ghostly form. Remembering the training Thoth had instilled in him as he and Onouphrios wrestled for control. "I will not give you her or my body! I am Pharaoh!" He shouted in his mind as he and Onouphrios did battle for the control of his soul and body. He was not about to allow this ghost to usurp his life! "You're nothing but an afterthought, now be gone!" Andrew said forcibly, as he shoved his right hand into Onouphrios's ethereal face.

"No! I am..." Onouphrios's voice began to fade as the purple light of his ring flared burying Onouphrios back into the dark recesses of his soul.

"You are dead. I am Pharaoh?!" Andrew spat. "You are mine to use as I see fit not the other way around. Be glad I allow you to serve me and not tossing your hide to Ammit."

"Bast!" Andrew shouted to the sky. A thundering sound rocketed down from the sky, shielding his face as dust and stone flew out from the impact site. The ghost of the past faded to nothing as Bast's shadowy figure rose.

"Very good my Pharaoh. You are now the rightful ruler of Egypt," Bast said, as her fur lined face breached the cloud of dust. The look of hunger burned in her golden eyes; her voice was a whisper on the wind. Her godly essence electrified the air. The hieroglyphs swirled on the surface of the scroll as she rearranged them to reform the ancient pact. Smirking as those symbols crawled up Andrew's forearms.

Andrew felt his cock lifting his shendyt he was wearing. Dropping the scroll onto the surface of the stone podium. Swallowing hard as her fingers slowly eased her white linen garment off of her shoulders. Her bronze skin glowed in the sunlight as she approached. The surroundings began to shimmer before the image of the Nile and that once secluded beach became the background of Andrew's mind. Her fur rippled in the breeze that came off of the Nile. Her gold-brown eyes softened as her fingertips brushed lightly down Andrew's left cheek. Her animal-like face morphed as she leaned in. Her newly formed lips captured his. Her ebony hair swayed in the air as the only sound other than their lips caressing one another's was the sound of the flowing river.

"Are you ready to experience what making love to a goddess is like my Pharaoh?" Bast purred with a seductive smirk on her lips

Andrew was jolted back to the present, while his body felt like it had been put through the wringer with hours upon hours of sex, yet he couldn't remember the act itself and he wondered why. Lifting himself up when he didn't feel Bast near him or on him for that matter. His eyes darted about as it seemed to him that only seconds had passed. Peering into his shirt noting the deep scratches that marred his chest. Wincing at the pain as his skin magically knitted itself back together. However, Andrew did note the small lion that seemed to be seared onto his skin just a few inches above his right nipple. He did, however, get a little unnerved by how Haas was eyeing him as she peered over his mother's right shoulder. Was it his fault that he knew all this stuff about long dead people? Was it his fault the Gods had crammed three thousand years of knowledge into his brain so that it felt like it was going to explode every now and again?

Sighing into his mind as he laid back onto the grass. Hoping the rest of his stay would go quickly. He was already missing New York, at least then he didn't have to deal with people looking at him strangely. His mind raced as he watched the clouds drift past overhead as he tried to recall what had happened between him and Bast. Rubbing his temple as the harder he tried the more it caused his head to ache. Andrew wondered; if she took him there then why was it that he couldn't remember?

"We must get this back to the lab!" Dr. Ali said excitedly, as she cradled the slate tablet in her hand.

"Agreed. It's a shame we didn't bring anything along to house it on the way back to the museum," Dr. Anders said, dusting off his hands.

"Dr. Sanders return to Tut's tomb to watch over it while we set up guards to watch over the site during the night so we can extricate the items from the chamber in a controlled setting," Dr. Ali ordered, holding the slate tightly to her chest.

"Of course, Dr. Ali," Alex nodded as she cleaned off her tools before putting them back into her bag. Flashing her son a smile, yet something seemed off with Andrew, like his mind was elsewhere. Still, she couldn't believe it! Her son, her Andrew, found something that she and many others have searched for for so long. She knew once the extended dig at the temple was over her time would be spent dashing from Qattara to Thinis to ensure the excavation was proceeding in an orderly fashion.

It was around eight that night when Alex and Andrew finally arrived at Alex's apartment in Cairo. The moment the door closed and her bag fell to the floor, Alex was in her son's arms.

"Yes baby," Alex said breathlessly, as her lips plucked at his. "I've needed this all day," she whispered hungrily before ravishing Andrew's lips. Her fingers curled around his t-shirt as his hands squeezed her ass. "How about we jump in the shower and I'll take care of this?" Alex purred as she rubbed her son's bulge.

"Was wondering how long it would take you to get to it," Andrew said, with a smirk. All the while peering at Bast as she sat on the window sill from the corner of his eye.

A sultry light burned in her sky-blue eyes as she took hold of his hand. Ignoring how Andrew's cat sat on the sill when she knew it was in New York. Alex just played it off as a memory of his time before her return to New York. Her hands slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin as they passionately tasted each other's lips as her son unsnapped the button of her jeans. Alex panted as her son fondled her breasts as her fingers circled his areolas.

"Andy," Alex whimpered as her son teased her clitoris. Wiggling her hips as Andrew pushed her pants down with his left hand while keeping pressure on her little bud. Her hair dangled as she tilted her head back as Andrew kissed down her neck. Feeling her body tremble as he teased her little peach. Her eyes went wide at the brand on his chest once she had removed his shirt. Her eyes glanced to his face as her fingers lightly ran across it. Noting how he didn't hiss from pain, something she knew wasn't there a day ago. There was no way her son could have healed from it in less than twenty hours from the last time she saw her son without a shirt on. "Andrew who did this to you?" Alex asked, inquisitively.

"Bast..."

"Andrew now isn't the time for jokes! Who did this and for what reason?!" Alex huffed in a motherly voice. Placing her hands on her hips as she waited for his answer.

"Hey, I told you, you just don't want to believe it," Andrew said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Fine! If that's how you want it Andrew, then no more of my sweet pussy until you tell me the truth," Alex said, poking her son in the chest.

"Whatever," shrugging his shoulders as he turned around, "I've told you it isn't my fault you don't believe, that's on you not me," Andrew said, walking out of his mother's bedroom. "Why don't you go take your shower so I can take mine and get some sleep," he said, shutting the door behind him.

Andrew sighed loudly as he watched the broadcast as they sat in the airport waiting for their departure time.

"Breaking! The bodies of Akhenaten and Nefertiti who once ruled ancient Egypt have been found by none other than the newly famous amateur archeologist Andrew McCain, along with Dr. Sanders of the Cairo museum and university. As you can see from this video taken only yesterday, Dr. Sanders, Mr. McClain, and Dr. Zahi Hawass are in a heated conversation, what about we can't say, is it the amazing find that Andrew McCain along with Dr. Sanders has just unearthed?! There's no telling what they will find stored in the hidden chamber that my sources tell me that Andrew McCain had somehow found when no one else could open or knew where its location even was. While we don't know exactly what they are discussing yet it appears it isn't something to do with the find as Dr. Zahi Hawass points at the picture in his hand.

We all wonder what the three of them are talking about? What new mysteries does this young man have in store for Egypt? What's the significance of that photo? How was it that Mr. McCain knew where Akhenaten and Nefertiti were entombed? These questions along with another host of them pertaining to his most recent find in Giza," the screen spilt in half showing the standing Sphinx in Giza, "Like how was this young man able to make the Sphinx stand or how he knew there was a tomb underneath it and all it contained? Also don't miss out on the tour of the items and the newly discovered Pharaoh as they travel the globe as it starts in New York City in less than three weeks. Stay tuned we'll have a few experts on after the commercial break to fill us in on this remarkable find."

"He does ask an interesting question," Alex mused as she sat beside her son at the gate terminal. "Want to answer them?"

"Nope," Andrew said, aloofly.

"Honey... something is going on here, something you won't tell me. I really wish you would. I'd like to help if I can," Alex said, knowing how yesterday was strained and how much she missed her son lining her bed. This was supposed to be her time to be alone with her son, yet she had ended up alone in her own bed when all she wanted to do was be pounded into it just like how he would have done before he returned home. However, she had to be firm, he was going to London so they would have lots of time to be affectionate in public. Right now she needed to know what was happening to her son. If she had to forgo sex then... that's what she'll have to sacrifice. No matter how much she's going to hate it.

"And I've told you, you wouldn't understand," Andrew said, in an exasperated sigh.​