It scares us too every time we see it. We've got two choices: either roll over and take it and let them win or we can rebel. Granted, the way we rebel...may seem small, but boys and girls looking at each other and communicating even in small, subtle ways and pushing the limits gives us hope. Hope of a somewhat normal life and it also gives us a measure of pride knowing we're beating them at their own game. Like teenagers the world over, it's our God-given duty to question authority, to push the. Jenny had the winning hand, and she began to smirk. "Make Glen hard, but you can't use your hands," Jenny said.I blushed and moved over to my brother. I pushed him on his back and started rubbing my boobs on his cock. A few moments later, he was erect.Brad won the next hand, and Jenny lost. He looked at his sister and said, "Okay, kiss Megan for a minute."Jenny chuckled. I was shocked but buzzed enough to let her kiss me. Jenny pressed her lips to mine. She didn't try to put her tongue. There were rumors about her, too. People thought she was a lesbian. Around here, that's a death sentence for popularity. I heard fifty different versions of the story, but I think all they were doing was hugging. It was enough, and the 'lezzie' taunts sent Bernice over the edge. Deanne was practically run out of town, but Bernice had to stay. That farm has been in her family as long as the ranch has been in ours. It's just her and her dad, and when he's gone, I think she will be too."Denise. I found the first touch at her waist, gently tucking a finger under the hem of that fabulous singlet. From here, an unhurried voyage of discovery ensued; a finger became a palm, the hem became the flat of her slight abdomen, the teasing became urgent.It was minutes - or maybe days - later that the suffocating singlet gave up its charms, and unbelievably I held the naked breast I had never allowed myself to even dream about in my hand. The heat! I can feel her heart beating now, my erection.