Polinka Goes on Holiday
Copyright© 2026 by Clee Hill
Chapter 12
“Hey, Dad,” Polinka smiled as she woke up the next morning. Neither of them had moved a centimetre. She could feel his knob up her bum, his hand between her tiddies, and she couldn’t be happier. He had kissed the back of her neck, but she was already awake, dozing, enjoying the perfect start to the day.
“Good morning, Biscuit. Sleep well?”
“Blissfully,” she grinned as she carefully rolled around so they were on their sides, facing, hugging. “You?”
Stephen nodded. “I don’t think we moved, did we?”
“Didn’t need to. I was safe and loved and hugged.”
“And you’re still okay—”
“—I am,” she interrupted, worried he would tie himself in knots about it. “And are you?” she asked pointedly.
“Confused.”
“Because the whole nude with my daughter thing?”
“Somewhat, but how do you feel about that?”
“I don’t. I don’t feel bad, I mean. Not a bit. I know we probably should feel differently, but really, I’m just too happy, too relaxed, and feeling so lovingly protected that it can’t be anything other than a good thing, can it?”
“You keep saying that, sweetheart. Protected. I’m not sure what you mean?”
Polinka laughed softly. “Neither am I. All I know is when you hold me to sleep I feel safe in a way I don’t think I can feel otherwise.”
“So you don’t feel safe?” Stephen asked, obviously more confused as she explained. Worried, too.
“No. I do, but this? This is ... It’s like the cherry on the top. It’s still good, but when you get the cherry ... Oh God! I didn’t mean—”
“—And I never thought you did, Biscuit. Just a figure of speech.”
“Phew. Sure?”
“Sure.”
“Cool ‘cause I don’t want us to stop this. It ... it touches me, in my heart, and I love how warm and safe and loved it makes me feel. What about you?”
Stephen smiled. “Like I am protecting the most precious thing in all the world.”
“Well that’s settled,” she grinned. “We keep sleeping together. Not all the time, that would be weird, haha, but you might get company from time to time. Or I might, haha!”
Stephen shook his head slowly. “I think this needs to come from you.”
“Nope. No it doesn’t, Dad. If I’m able to sneak into your bed because I need it then you can sneak into mine if you need it. Don’t make me come and drag you into my bed, because I will,” she ‘threatened’, smiling the whole time.
Stephen chuckled. “You know, that was not something I ever expected my daughter to tell me.”
“Yeah? Well I mean, it’s not going to be for the sex, is it?”
Stephen laughed awkwardly. “Not that I ever imagined it would be, especially not after Friday.”
“Yep. Alison really put a pin in that one.”
“She certainly seems to have made quite an impression on you.”
Polinka smiled. “It’s like she was just what I needed, I just didn’t know it.”
“Just—”
“—Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll be careful. I’ve, haha, had a couple of chats with myself.”
“You have?”
“Yep. You know, take it slow, don’t rush, don’t go kissing all the girls, haha, and when I do get a princess, you know, the frog thing, anyway, when I get one, get to know her, those kinds of things.”
“How did you get to be so smart?” Stephen asked, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Well I’m pretty sure I inherited a bunch of ‘clever’ from my Dad,” she grinned. “Also ... You remember when I had to go talk to Mrs. Pattinson?”
Stephen nodded. Mrs. Pattinson had been a counsellor it had been suggested she spend a few sessions with. Polinka had been less ‘impressed’ and called time after three. “I didn’t expect to hear her name again.”
“Me too! Amazing, huh?” she giggled. “Anyway, she told me, people who’ve been through what I have, some go one way, some the other; some trust everybody as if they’re trying to refill a ‘Trust Bucket’ - I swear that’s what she called it! - and others trust nobody. Neither’s right and neither’s wrong, they’re just reactions to what happens when, well, you know,” she paused, making sure her father was okay. The topic of his wife’s/her mother’s spectacular infidelity pretty much never came up, but she felt she had to do it now so he didn’t worry she’d go all in with the first girl who said ‘yes’ or even ‘maybe’. “Anyway, she said that whatever I choose to do is right, for me, at that time, and whichever I try, try not to get more hurt. Something like that. So no, Dad, I’m not going to go running around screaming ‘I’m in love’ or anything like that, haha. I’ve got too much to figure out before I can imagine me getting there with anyone. Meantime, I’m planning on a lot of really hot kissing, haha.”
Stephen smiled. “You know where I am, if you need me?”
“In bed with me,” she giggled as they kissed, kissed again, and Stephen began to draw back a little. “Stiffy?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“I’m not,” she said as she moved her hips back a little, and before he realised what she was doing she was reaching between them, holding his semi erect knob in her warm little hand, and tucking it between their tummies. “There. Fixed. Also, that felt funny,” she giggled.
“Why do I get the impression you are about to tell me why, whether I ask or not?”
“Because you’re smart. But it is weird, you know, warm and hard and soft. Nice, too.”
“Nice?” Stephen winced.
“Yep. Now I’ve seen one, felt one, and so I don’t need to see or feel another. They’re ... fine, haha, just not for me,” she grinned.
Stephen shook his head. “You know I never quite know what’s going on in that head of yours, or what you are going to say next.”
“I know! Me too! I’m a bloody mystery,” she giggled. “So time to go pee?”
“I think so.”
“Time for one more kiss?”
“Always,” he said. And there was. And they didn’t ‘dress for the Trowel’, either.
The rest of Tuesday passed quietly, with Polinka wearing another blouse made into a halter, this time without the worry of her father seeing what he had now seen and had his hands put upon, ahem, as well as another panty free skirt, much to his humorous grumbles.
I’m sure you’d look hunky in a skirt, Dad, she had told him, but he declined her offer to help him shop for a nice little miniskirt just long enough to keep his knob out of sight but still cooled by the slight breeze to his nethers. Instead he settled for creased shorts in muddy green and a white short-sleeved shirt over a white-tee shirt, and black underpants, letting pass her offer to lend him something lacier.
From there, breakfast was at a café in Mitchelstown followed by a leisurely run down to Kanturk and towards Kinsale, stopping at Banteer where Stephen had booked them in for a light dinner at a little family run restaurant. They were just pulling up outside O’Lalley’s when Polinka saw they had an audience in the form of a father, maybe Stephen’s age, struggling to control twins, maybe seven or eight years old, girls, who were desperately pointing towards Nicky and trying to drag them over.
“Hi!” Polinka called, waving to them.
That was all it took. They slipped their father’s grasp and sprinted the last few metres, coming to a dusty halt, wide-eyed.
“Do you live in there?” the one twin asked, both dressed in shorts and tee-shirts though this one was wearing a retro ‘She-Ra’ design. Other than that they were indistinguishable, at least to Polinka. Short brownish hair, freckles, smiles, blue eyes, and charmingly scruffy trainers that looked like they lived in them.
“Just for a couple of weeks while I’m on holiday with my Dad,” Polinka explained.
“Oh. If I had a van like that I’d sleep in it all the time,” She-Ra confirmed.
“And me,” said her sister whose tee-shirt was also retro, this time with ‘Cheetara’ on it, or at least that’s what Polinka thought she was called. Probably something ‘cheetah-ish’ given how ‘cheetah-ish’ the young woman was, regardless of the fighting stick she seemed to be carrying.
“That’s what I said,” Polinka whispered conspiratorially, glancing over to where Stephen was watching and winking. “But Dad said it’s just for the holiday.”
“You could steal it,” She-Ra suggested.
“No she couldn’t, Niamh,” her father suggested.
“Sorry, Dad,” Niamh said, not sounding like she believed it too much.
“Maybe just for the rest of the holidays?” Cheetara suggested.
“I wish,” Polinka sighed, but it has to go back next Monday.
“Aw,” the girls chorused, making Polinka smile.
“I don’t suppose I could ask a favour?” the father began. “Would it be okay to take their photo, in front of your campervan? I think they’re planning to run away in one when they’re older.”
“Of course,” Stephen said. “Polinka’s the same.”
“I’m not,” Polinka protested, winking to the little girls. “Okay, I am, but I’m not admitting I am,” she said, making them giggle.
“Where’s your sister?” Cheetara asked.
“I don’t have one. Just me,” Polinka said.
“Oh. We thought you were a twin too.”
“Nope. Unless ... Dad? Have you hidden my sister anywhere?”
“Not that I know of,” Stephen chuckled.
“You’re sure?” Cheetara asked. “I can usually tell if someone is a twin and you’re a twin,” she said, pointing to Polinka.
Polinka shrugged. “If you say so. I’ll keep an eye out for ... her?” Cheetara shook her head.
“No. He’s a boy.”
“Oh. Wow. Did not know I had a twin and did not imagine he would be a brother. Dad? We need to talk,” she teased.
“After dinner?”
“Oh. We’re not interrupting—” the girls’ father began, but Stephen was already shaking his head.
“No, we’re early. Just making sure Nicky is in the shade.”
“Who’s Nicky?” Niamh asked.
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