"Nevertheless… stay with Kyra and behave yourself, okay? I'll come and get you tomorrow," she added, then opened the door, stepped out, and closed it behind her. "I'll be right back," Kyra said, leaving Caleb to stew in his mess. She walked into another room, emerging a minute later with a clay pot that held two green fruits. She turned her head, a brilliant smile arching across her lips. "I'll be back in a moment, okay?" Then she opened the wooden door and was gone, pulling it shut after her. Left completely alone, Caleb’s thoughts began to churn. A cold, sticky sensation clung to his thighs, but it wasn't enough to distract him from the urgent task of making sense of this new world. First, the inhabitants here saw nothing strange in skimpy or revealing attire. In fact, they seemed more comfortable in it. Second, they had no compunctions about undressing in public, even when their clothes barely covered them to begin with. Third, there seemed to be no concept of personal space. He'd seen it in the way Kyra and his mother—Mara—had casually played with each other's breasts, as if they were simply admiring a new piece of jewelry. Caleb had no idea if this casual intimacy extended to men and women, not just two women together. As for two men, he would rather bury himself six feet under than even think of experimenting. Lastly, after ejaculating on the cloth wrap tied around his waist and seeing how both women reacted to his erection, Caleb concluded they were utterly oblivious to matters of sex. Which meant there was no sexual education. Which meant… Caleb gulped. Before his thoughts could spiral into unknown territory, he reined them in. First, he needed to socialize, to interact with the people of this world and see if his observations were accurate. Having organized his thoughts, Caleb decided to close his eyes and take a short nap. The front door opened with a jarring creak, stirring him from his slumber. "Sorry to wake you," Kyra said with a charming smile. "But you need to take a bath and wash your wrap before you sleep." As the words left her lips, her smile faltered, her expression clouding with disappointment. "Oh, I completely forgot to ask your mother to bring you a clean wrap to change into." She let out a sigh, her disappointment giving way to practicality. "Well, this Scorch is hot anyway. Sleeping in my clothes would just make you uncomfortable. It’s best if you sleep with nothing on." Caleb stared blankly at her, his mind reeling. Clothes? he thought, glancing down at his bare chest and the simple cloth wrapped around his waist. He wouldn't even wear this to a normal beach, let alone a nudist one. Despite his unease, he couldn't deny that the cool breeze on his skin was not entirely unpleasant. "Can you stand on your own?" Kyra asked, her voice laced with concern. Caleb nodded. Slowly, he pushed himself up onto his own two feet. It felt strange; he had to adjust to the height and proportions of his new body. After a minute of wobbly steps, with Kyra waiting patiently beside him, he finally found his balance. "Alright, let's go to the back," Kyra said, gently taking his hand and leading him out the front door. As they stepped outside, Caleb’s eyes were drawn to a nearby fence made of thin sticks, the gaps between them wide enough for anyone to see through. Are we going to bathe out here? he wondered. His gaze swept across the area, taking in the several other clay huts arranged in a neat, orderly fashion. Kyra answered his unspoken question by setting a large wooden bucket on the ground before him. "Take off your wrap. Use this water to wash yourself." Caleb’s head snapped around, scanning the open space before his attention returned to Kyra. "Out here?" he asked. A small laugh escaped her lips. "Of course, silly," she said. "Don't tell me you were expecting to bathe inside. A home is just for shelter, remember?" Yes, but you're missing the point, Caleb wanted to blurt out. He bit his tongue, remembering what kind of world this was. Wait. Wasn't this the perfect opportunity to test his second, third, and fourth observations? And so, his hands feeling as heavy as lead, Caleb untied the cloth at his waist and let it fall, standing naked with his manhood hanging freely in the open air. "Alright, let's bathe quickly before the water gets cold," Kyra said. She then pulled her tight top over her head, freeing her large, heavy breasts without a shred of self-consciousness, and untied the loincloth at her waist. For the umpteenth time, Caleb gulped, swallowing what little moisture was left in his mouth. Kyra stood before him, completely naked. Her breasts were large and full, swaying with the movement. Below a curvy waist and fleshy thighs, a dark patch of hair crowned her sex. In that moment, the only thought in Caleb's head was a primal calculation, a dozen ways he could bend her over and fuck her into oblivion. Suddenly, she chuckled. "Your mother was right when she said you were feeling the Scorch heat." Kyra crouched, picked up a small bowl, and poured water over her body. "Bend down," she added. "Let me help you wash up."

Chapter 5: A World Without Shame