Jen was positively glowing when she bounced down the steps from the stage and into my arms. "That was brilliant," I said as we hugged. "Thanks Kat. Th...t felt so good. You've given me a real energy. I hope the judges saw that too?" "I'm sure they did. Even if they didn't, your new biggest fan thinks you're amazing," I replied, gazing at her as we finally broke our embrace. All eyes were on the judges as they looked pensively at the pile of scorecards spread out on the table in front of them.. We were best of friends, went to same school, same class, wear same clothes and so on. Our mothers being real sisters, we inherited the genes and looked like twins rather than cousins.Preeti and I have never slept in different beds from the time I remember. We used cuddle each other while sleeping and didn’t hesitate to change clothes in front of each other. Sometimes we used to bath together if we were getting late and also have masturbated together, so we have seen each other naked and it was. She gulped a bit when she saw the teacher, and some of her blood flow was directed to parts of her body a little lower than her brain. A chiseled and tattooed slab of dark muscle entered the enclosed area and headed to the front of the class, blowing a whistle to call the class to attention.The class was grueling. After a running, jumping (at which point she flashed a good half of the class when one of her breasts decided to escape and make an appearance) and a good amount of pushups the class. And i cared about her, so i stayed away from sex till i knew it was ok for her to have an orgasm. well, i wasnt the one to give her her first. yeah, that trophy went to the fucking(no pun intended) washing machine. ever since then, i hate washers and driers. but, anyway, one night, i was at her house. her parents where gone, and all that was there was her sister, who was paralyzed and mentally handy capped, also not being able to leave her room, and her sisters nurse. well, we locked her room.