The Ultimate Summer: The sequel to the Ultimate Senior Year Plan

Celebrating Christmas as a Kid: Michael

8 years old: 

Michael Clifford loved his parents to bit and pieces. He was more of a momma's boy. Karen and Daryl loved Michael to pieces. Michael never minded that his parents could not have any more kids. Michael jumped on his parents' bed over and over again. "Okay, Michael we are up" Karen told her son with a smile on her face. "Someone excited to open their presents" Daryl said to his son while wiping his eyes and put on his glasses. Michael jumped off the bed and rushed downstairs by running. "Michael stop running" Karen scolded her 8 year old boy who seemed to have too much energy for his age. Karen hopped in the kitchen to prepare breakfast and Daryl watched Michael. Karen also decided to take pictures of Michael opening presents. It was beyond cute without a doubt. Michael was so happy with his toy cars and stuffed animals and everything. His parents also gave Michael his first guitar that year. Michael was buzzing. "Daryl why in the world would you give Michael a guitar, he can't even play and not to mention it's too huge for his body" Karen scolded her husband. "Come on later on in life, he might want to play guitar" Daryl said to Karen and Karen just shook her head but she smiled at her husband. Karen and Daryl were still happy with each other and Michael was happy that his parents were together. Dinner for Christmas was the worst time for little Michael because that meant Andrew, his uncle Andrew would be there and Michael felt uncomfortable every time he was there. Michael was sitting in a chair next to his uncle. Michael felt a hand on his leg and Michael felt uncomfortable. I mean why wouldn't you when your uncle was rubbing your leg up and down close to private parts. "Can you stop" Michael begged his uncle and his uncle stopped and even decided to go back to eating. Michael lost his appetite. "Can be excused, I don't feel well" Michael begged his parents and Karen and Daryl nodded their heads. Michael rushed to his room and laid down on his bed and felt tears drip down his cheeks. His bedroom door opened and he felt someone rub his back. He looked back and there stood his Uncle Andrew. "Shh" Uncle Andrew covered Michael's mouth making him promise to keep quiet. He closed and Michael's bedroom door. Uncle Andrew pulled his pants down, force Michael to suck off his dick and Michael couldn't keep the tears from falling out of his eyes. "Don't cry you doing a great job" Uncle Andrew complemented Michael. Uncle Andrew was done and Michael scooted away from Uncle Andrew and curled himself into a ball. "Don't tell anyone" Uncle Andrew commanded before leaving little Michael by himself. Michael spent the rest of the Christmas in his room crying till he fell asleep. Karen and Daryl brought his presents in his room and kissed him goodnight. That was the last time that Michael was the innocent Michael that Karen and Daryl knew.