Chapter 11

Polinka breathed in and sighed. So this time she had really gone and done it, she smirked. Not only had she and her father moved during the night, which they always did, probably trying to find somewhere comfortable and cool on their shared bed in the campervan which was neither cool nor comfortable, but in moving her top had moved. Up. A lot. In fact, it had moved just about as much as it could, bunching up around her neck, meaning that now, as she snuggled up behind her father, her naked tiddies were pressed up against his naked back. It felt nice. Warm. Peaceful. And, of course, worrying. Did he feel it, even in his sleep, subconsciously? Was he dreaming of other women in bed with him? Or didn’t he notice at all? For all of their cuddling and moving around in the middle of the night, he never seemed not to remember. Or was he just not saying anything? Oh. She hadn’t thought of that. What if he knew? No, he didn’t, she decided. For how scrupulous he was about, ahem, ‘things’, there was no way he would allow this to continue if he knew. Sure he might not be obvious about it, but he would find some way or another to make sure it didn’t continue. And he hadn’t. So he didn’t.

And it was warm in the back of Nicky already. Tilting her head back a little and opening her eyes more she could see it was light but not bright, so early, and already it was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Later as they were driving she already knew it wouldn’t be good, and by tonight...

Another metaphorical sigh.

By tonight, things needed to change and things needed to happen and she was the one who had to make it. She had a pretty good idea how to make that happen. All it needed was some luck, some bravery, and the blessings of the gods. Or aliens. She’d take anyone at that moment. Everything hinged on it. Not just the rest of the week, but Stephen’s offer that things could continue, occasionally, once they got back home again. And Polinka wanted that. Being in her father’s arms as they slept, or using him as a ‘body pillow’, haha, was just the best feeling in the world and she was hoping that would be enough to help her do what needed to be done.

At least this morning things were such that she didn’t need to feign or risk physical injury to get her father out of the situation they had gotten themselves into. Easing her chest back a little, with her left hand she carefully tugged her top down, not much, just enough so that, as she moved and got up, it would drop down the rest of the way for her. Her priority now was to make sure her nipples were covered, and they were. They were also pouting because it did feel nice, her naked skin pressed against Stephen’s.

Smiling gnomically to herself, she leant forward and nuzzled the back of her father’s head, waiting for him to begin to wake before she whispered, “‘Trowel Time’.”

Stephen rolled onto his back, opening his eyes and smiling at her. God she loved that little moment, where she was the first thing he saw in the morning, and her reward was his smile at seeing her. “Good morning, sweetheart. Do you need me to come stand guard?”

“Let me check,” she whispered, shaking her head at his as she rolled over, got off the bed, and peeked through the side door curtains. “Nope. Just a couple of starlings and some swifts up high.”

“So not dressing?”

Polinka shook her head. “I can do that when we go.”

“Not when you get back?”

“If I say the words ‘fresh air’...” she said, saying no more but feeling herself blush as her father nodded understandingly. It wasn’t that they had sweat during the night or anything like that, but it was a little stale in there “Oh. You can, you know, go as you are too. If you want.”

“Thank you,” he chuckled. “And now that you have raised it, a ‘Hunkering Bush’ sounds like a good idea.”

“A ‘hunkering bush’? I thought you guys were big on the whole ‘we can do it standing up’ thing?” she asked, genuinely confused how he might not. Modesty, maybe?

“Not when they are trying not to catch a glimpse of their daughter, they don’t,” he smiled.

“Oh. Okay. But you can still see if there’s any greys or whatever? Wouldn’t want to be caught short by a Man In Black,” she smirked.

“I’m sure I would notice someone like that lumbering about,” he said confidently.

“Well, that’s good enough for me. Let me get some keys and things,” she said, doing just that and heading off, Stephen following in his own direction, having closed and locked the doors behind him.

“Er, Dad?” Polinka called from where she was finishing patting and packing her nappy sack.

“Yes?”

“You know today’s hot, and it’s going to be even hotter, right?”

“Yes.”

“And we’re going to be riding around, in the heat, in front of a great big glass window, right?”

“Right,” Stephen chuckled as Polinka began to make her way back to the van.

“So, if I make a blouse into a top, you know, knot it up, do I have to wear a bra...?” she asked, trying to hit that sweet spot between casual and unimportant.

“If you wish,” he said, coming into view along the little path they had both taken.

“Cool. And if I wear a skirt—”

“—And don’t ask me, then I don’t need to know. Sweetheart, I trust you. If you think you will be more comfortable that way and, hah, not start a riot, then by all means, dress how you wish.”

“Ooh you’re good at this whole Dad of A Teenage Daughter thing,” she beamed, taking his nappy sack from him, tying it to hers and swiftly throwing it into the roadside rubbish bin before she was up on her tip-toes and kissing him.

“You make it easy for me,” he said, kissing her forehead. “I hear all the stories from my colleagues about their children, and I think of you, and how you’ve done none of those things.”

“What kind of things?” she asked, eyes glittering with mischief.

Stephen shook his head. “The kind that, if I don’t tell you, then they won’t give you ideas.”

Polinka sighed. “Guess I’ll just have to keep on being good, huh?”

“That’s the idea.”

“Okay. I mean, it’s served me well so far,” she said, kissing him once more. “So? Who’s first?”

“You are, I think.”

“Ladies first?” she asked, teasing, not offended.

“You made it sound more complicated for you today.”

“Not wearing, haha, some things is more complicated than wearing them? Wow, and they say the mind of a teenager is inscrutable. Don’t worry, I won’t be long, I promise,” she said as she opened the side doors, winked, and slipped inside, her pyjamas off as soon as the door had closed behind her.

No bra.

No panties.

And no problem?!

At least that would make today as comfortable as it could be, Polinka wincing as she checked her phone and saw the forecast was in the high twenties, meaning indoors and under glass would be really bad. Unzipping her case, she put her pyjamas in their usual place as she went to take out a pair of panties, stopped, and smiled at herself, how she nearly put them on after all by habit. Gently patting them as if to say ‘not today’, she instead took out her ‘Picasso’ blouse, one that had short sleeves, was mostly beige, but which she forgave it for because of the design, one his very abstract line drawings of a woman’s face, the lines of which led from one face to the next. Shame about the dead eyes but it was interesting enough she forgave it. Slipping it on, she rolled it up and knotted it at the front, a double knot to be safe, and flouffed it enough to be cool - she hoped - but not so much that Stephen would see anything that might be a problem. With it she pulled on a simple white soft cotton skirt that was almost but not quite denim, a little ‘distressed’ looking, but not enough as to make her want to throw it out. Finally, one pair of white frill topped ankle socks later, and she was done, grinning, and opening the door. “Hey, Dad? How do I look?” she asked, turning side to side.