When Debdas woke up the next morning, Neerja aunty had already completed her run. She was sitting at the dining table, her running clothes stained with sweat.
"Good morning, Debdas," she said.
"Good morning, Ma!"
Neerja aunty beamed.
"Debdas, it is very hot today. Why don't you cool yourself by taking off your clothes?" she winked at him.
"All...all of my clothes?"
"You can wear your underwear. Come on, it will be fun."
He shook his head. He had felt brave after last night but in the cold light of the day, it had wavered. Uncle was outside in the garden. He did not fancy prancing in front of him wearing her thin panties.
"Beta, please? For me? What are you so scared about?"
He stayed silent and looked to the floor.
"Is it the fact that you are getting hard so often? Your nunu?"
He blushed.
"Sorry aunty. I did not want to disrespect you by showing my...my thing in front of you."
"You should not feel ashamed of your natural bodily responses. We are not ashamed of that. I do not feel disrespected at all."
"Uncle will not like it," he said.
"Ha! You are just looking for excuses now. I said you need to be brave. Are you not brave enough to do something your mother wants you to do?"
Debdas looked at her pleadingly but she would not relent. She took his hand in hers, her thumb stroking his palm. He relented. After all, if Aunty was asking her to, she would surely protect him if there was any backlash from Uncle. He stripped his clothes and stood bare, clad only in a sky blue panty. Aunty beckoned him to the dining table and fixed gaze on his bulge. She smiled with satisfaction.
He felt strange as he did his errands almost naked. The air, the surfaces felt strange against his naked skin. By lunch time, Uncle came inside. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Debdas clad in nothing save his wife's panties.
"Look, dear," said Aunty, "Debdas had run out of clean underwear. Look how nicely he fits into mine. He was so reluctant to try it."
Uncle nodded his appreciation as Debdas wilted under his gaze as did his erection.
"Dear, Debdas was scared that you would get angry when you saw his nunu become all stiff," said Aunty. She smiled and put an arm around Debdas.
"Son, we have seen your erection. We are not blind you know," said Uncle, chuckling
"Beta, you don't have to worry about all that with us. You know dear, Debdas felt that it was disrespectful to you and me, getting aroused in front of us. It is such a natural reaction of your body, Debdas. Believe me, you were so respectful. We saw how hard you tried to cover it and how much you averted your eyes," Aunty said.
"Son," said Uncle, "You gave aunty so much confidence in herself. Please don't feel uncomfortable to be your natural self around us."
Debdas nodded, unable to believe what he was hearing.
Aunty said, "Dear, Debdas has a few insecurities about undressing too. Maybe, we should ask him to give it a try?" She was smiling from ear to ear.
"Neerja, the boy is clearly stressed. Baby steps, baby steps," he said. "All in good time."
"Nonsene, look, there is already a wet spot on his panty. It is clear he wants to be let out," said Aunty.
Uncle laughed. "Poor fellow, he is unable to control himself. What are you doing to him?"
Now it was Neerja aunty's turn to blush.
"Hush! I don't think Debdas is affected by an old woman like me."
"Heh, heh. Debdas? What do you think? You think aunty is an old woman?"
Debdas started. "No, no. She looks so young. Not more than thirty five."
They both laughed.
"Come on now. You are too much! Dear, why don't you take off your clothes so that Debdas gets some confidence," said Aunty.
Debdas watched as Uncle stood up and causally stripped naked. His nunu was semi hard, betraying his true feelings. Surprisingly, it gave Debdas a jolt. He sat back at the table, nonchalant. Aunty looked at Debdas meaningfully.
He sighed and pulled down the panty. His penis sprang up. He pulled it off his feet and placed the panty carefully on the chair. He sat down, his naked buttocks feeling strange on the soft cushion.
They had lunch with Aunty serving. When it was over, Uncle got up with his plate and Debdas decided to follow suit. He walked naked into the kitchen where he helped Aunty wash and dry the dishes. Uncle stayed naked the rest of the day and Debdas gave him company. Aunty would often look at his penis often. He had small droplets of precum coming out of the tip of his penis and dropping like a sticky string.
In the evening they all went for a walk around the perimeter. It was an isolated area and the high walls ensured that no one could see them. Uncle's penis and testicles flopped around as he walked with a brisk pace. In contrast, Debdas's penis was stiff and pointed straight ahead like an arrow.
"Debdas, how often do you masturbate?"
Aunty's question caught him by surprise. He spluttered.
"Neerja, why are you troubling the boy? Asking such personal questions."
"Dear, I am worried that he is living in pain. He gets hard very frequently. It is not good to stay uncomfortable for long periods of time. So, Debdas?"
"I...I don't actually," said Debadatta.
Uncle chortled. "Why ever not, son?"
"In health class, we were taught that we must not unnecessarily make a habit of it. We were asked to show self control."
"What do you mean by show self control?" Uncle asked.
"I don't know. We were asked to meditate to calm ourselves down. They said that we should enjoy pleasure only with a special person and not alone," Debadatta explained, feeling foolish
This time it was Aunty's turn to giggle.
"Have you met anyone special?" she asked.
"No one," he said.
"What about some of your educators? They are quite pretty. I am sure they would be willing to help a special boy like you," she suggested.
"Umm.. most of my classmates like the same educators too."
"Even Samar?" asked Neerja aunty.
Debdas did not want to betray Samar's confidence but he felt cornered. He nodded.
