I still find it hard to believe I've ended up in this situation; surely my junior coworker could have found someone else to watch his daughter while he and his wife ran off to a beach for the weekend. That bastard trapped me by asking if I had any plans, acting as if he wanted to hang out, then dumped his kid on me! The only reason I decided to honor his request was because of how much work he saves me at the office—often working late hours so I don't have to. I will admit, my initial annoyance at the proposal was quickly dispelled when I first laid eyes on Claire—she's one of the prettiest little girls I've ever seen. While I may have had the occasional passing thought about younger girls, never have I felt such a primal feeling of lust as I did at that first sight of Claire. Still, I'm determined not to act on it, and I'm not a wild beast; if she doesn't do anything to provoke me I'll easily be able to control myself.
***
"No! I wanna be the mommy!" the child clinging to my arm whines. Even when she's upset, Claire's young voice is still one of the sweetest melodies I've ever had the pleasure of hearing.
"Alright, alright, no need to get worked up about it, I just thought you'd want to be the baby since you're younger." Giving me another angry pout, Claire releases her grip on my arm, stepping back with a grunt of displeasure.
"Well I don't! I hate being treated like a little kid!" Of course, a little kid is exactly what Claire is—a young girl only eight years of age. "Hmph! just sit down right over there!" she demands, pointing with insistence at the couch beside me. Not having much of a choice, I take a seat as ordered, wondering what exactly being the "baby" in her game of house will entail. "First we gotta put you down for your nap since you've been a bad disobedient baby today," she says, shooting me one last look of annoyance at my earlier comment about her age.
"But I'm not tired," I protest, deciding to play along with her cute game.
"Well, you should be! You kept Mommy up all night, ${name}, you bad boy!" Claire scolds, wagging her finger at me. I know it's not anywhere close to her intention, but the way she's started to talk is kind of turning me on; there's something unspeakably hot about a little girl wanting to be a mother far before her body is close to being ready for the experience.
"Aww, but Mommy, I don't want to..." I respond, feeling my cheeks warm a little at role-playing for the first time since middle school.
"Shhh," she whispers back, taking a seat beside me and tugging my head into her lap. "Just lay your head here and go to sleep, honey." Despite my earlier excitement, lying against her like this while she strokes my head is undeniably relaxing, and I feel my eyelids starting to get heavy before closing entirely.
***
I awake to a slight vibrating against the back of my head and open my eyes to Claire's pursed lips and flushed cheeks above me. "Claire, what's wrong?" I murmur, my grogginess immediately fading at the pained look in her eyes.
"N-Nothing," she gasps, her uncontrollable squirming giving me a good idea of what she was trying to hide from me.
"Do you have to pee, Claire?" I ask gently, sitting up and freeing her lap from the weight of my head. Claire glances up at me with tears pooling in the corners of her eyes and gives a little nod.
"I didn't wanna get up; I'd be a bad mommy if woke you up 'cause I couldn't even hold it in for an hour," she whimpers, her trembling lip somehow eliciting even more sympathy than I felt a moment before.
"Don't worry, Claire, you're a great mommy, and I had a nice nap. Now go ahead and get up before you have an accident," I say, letting my hand brush the back of her own. Nodding gratefully, Claire jumps to her feet and bolts for the bathroom directly across from us. Not even bothering to fully close the door, she pulls down her skirt and underwear at once, unintentionally giving me the briefest glance of her delectable slit. God, why did she have to do that, I was trying to go my entire life without seeing a young girl's pussy; now that I've seen it, I'm not going to be able to think of anything else. It's completely hairless, and far puffier than I would have imagined it being.
Just as I'm wondering how to forget the forbidden fruit I've just been given a sample of, my attention is drawn back to the ajar bathroom by the loud hiss and subsequent tinkling of Claire's relief. I'm glad she made it to the toilet without wetting herself, but for some reason the sound of her pee hitting the water is giving me a massive erection. Hearing her stream slow to a trickle, I turn away from the bathroom so as not to be caught staring when she emerges and cover my guilty lower half with the large quilt that normally drapes the back of the couch.
"I'm done!" Claire announces cheerfully, back to her bubbly and happy self now that nature's call has been answered. Before I can greet her back, she gets a look of worry in her eyes. "I had to go so bad I forgot to close the door. You didn't hear it, did you?" she asks, a pretty blush rising to her cheeks.
"Hear what, your pee? No of course not, the heater's too loud," I lie, hoping that she'll believe me and quickly move on so my not-so-little friend can move on too.
"Good. Then lets play some more!" she says, returning to her "mommy" voice. "I bet baby ${name} is hungry after his nap, huh?" she asks, trying to keep a straight face, but failing and erupting into a fit of giggles.
"Yeah, I guess so, are you gonna make us something?" I respond, unsure of what dishes an eight-year-old is capable of preparing.
"No, silly! Babies can't eat food!" Claire says, laughing again. I suppose she has a point, but I've never been too fond of milk, though I can make an exception today—especially if she wants to feed it to me with a bottle. "It's a little embarrassing, so don't stare, okay?" Claire whispers, pulling up the hem of her shirt before I can react. Wait, just a minute, what the fuck is this child doing! Is she expecting me to "drink" from her breasts?
"C-Claire, maybe this is a bad idea, you don't even have any—"
"It's pretend!" she hisses, her shirt now hiked up to just below the place breasts would be on a grown woman. "If you don't wanna play anymore, then I'll tell my dad you were mean to me!"
"O-Okay, but just a little," I croak back, my eyes fixed on her chest as she clears it completely of the fabric, pulling the shirt over her head and setting it aside on the arm of the couch. It takes everything I have in me not to moan at my first glimpse of her exposed nipples and tummy, the sight enough to convert even the most religious man.
"Go ahead, get some milk, baby..." she whispers, her cheeks reddening once again. Even at her tender age, Claire seems to sense that this is more than just a little game of house. Unable to resist anymore, I lower my head to her chest, wrapping an arm around her back and pressing my mouth to that soft pink flesh. Claire lets out a little squeak when I start to suckle on her, doing my best to act the part of a child trying to coax milk from his mother's teat. I want to stop, but I can't—she tastes too good, and I know if I keep going she'll start to make sounds that I won't be able to resist.
Sure enough, after another minute of suckling, Claire rewards me with a soft whimper, and her breathing starts to grow heavier. Despite everything in my brain screaming at me to stop, I cover Claire's free nipple with my hand and start to rub it. "Ah! ${name} what are you doing? That's not going to get you milk!" she gasps, breaking character at the sudden stimulation. I remove my mouth from her left nipple, letting my other hand replace it as I stare down at this child while caressing her chest.
"Hey, Claire, I want to be the daddy now," I whisper, brushing back the bangs covering her eye before leaning down and kissing her on the lips. She struggles beneath me for a moment before opening her eyes and staring up at me with a mixture of surprise, fear, and curiosity. Not receiving an outright rejection, I continue the kiss, tasting every inch of her mouth before gently prying her open to let our tongues meet. Apparently french kissing is her limit, because Claire pushes back on my chest at the first contact of our tongues, making me break the kiss.
"W-Wha..." she whimpers, unable to form anything approaching a coherent sentence.
"You're the mommy, right? Well since I'm the daddy now, I get to kiss you like that, because that's what mommies and daddies do. It's okay if you don't want to, we can just play a different game," I tell her, part of me hoping she'll stop me from what I'm about to do.
"N-No, I wanna keep playing house. You can be the daddy if you want, and um, I guess it's normal for daddies to want to kiss mommies, so just a little is okay."