
"Hey, what's up guys?"

Gretchen felt a spike of annoyance at the sound of her little sister's voice.
"Amanda, do you mind? We're trying to hang out here." The last thing she needed
was for that little goth loser to inject herself in the situation and totally
ruin the mood. She just wanted to hang out with her friends in peace. She had
forgotten how annoying Amanda could be after she went off to college, but
now the sight of her sister approaching in tastelessly thick makeup and that
ridiculously frilly black dress brought it all rushing back. Amanda looked like
a creepy doll in that dress what with her 5'3" painfully skinny, virtually curveless
frame and unnervingly large brown eyes.

"Come on Gretchen, why don't we let her hang out with us?" Amy spoke up.

Gretchen looked at her friend and realized that while she had told Nancy and
Ellen a few Amanda stories, since she had made friends with Amy more recently,
the other girl wasn't as up to date. Now it would be awkward to try to chase
her annoying sister away. Who knows, maybe she had changed in the few months
since the end of the summer. "Umm, yeah, sure," she gave her sister a fake
smile. At least her friends would get to see first hand and realize just how
bad she had had it growing up.

"We were just talking about dance. Has Gretchen told you about it?" Nancy
said.

"Oh my god Gretchen, you're such a cheerleader. You're still doing dance
stuff?"

Gretchen glared at her, but before she sniped back Nancy stepped in again,
"Well, it is a little like cheerleading. Actually, all of us were cheerleaders
in high school. Kinda funny, huh Gretch?"

"Oh, jeez, all of you are cheerleaders. Swerve. They keep trying to get me
to join the cheer squad, but I don't see the point." Amanda said. The
temperature in the room seemed to drop. "Geez, don't take it so personally
guys." Amanda kept digging.

Sensing that Amanda's rudeness had gone far enough that her friends would not
hold it against her if she was a little rude back, Gretchen allowed herself
to say what she really felt a bit, "I wish you would stop lying for
five minutes, Amanda. It's fine to not like cheer, but there's no need to pretend the
squad is trying to recruit you. You've never exercised and no one wants to hang
out with a weird little goth spaz." As she said her first sentence a shooting star
streaked across the sky in the window behind Amanda, and it flashed bright as Gretchen
spoke.

"I'm actually very athletic!" Amanda protested. Come to think of it, Gretchen wasn't
sure why she had pointed out that her sister didn't exercise. Amanda didn't do any
sports, but she was very naturally athletically gifted and she went on regular runs
and lifted weights to keep herself toned. "You really hate it when I say anything
bad about cheer, don't you? I don't see why you make it, like, your whole identity.
It's not even that hard, I can do all the cheer routines just from watching them.
See," she started bouncing and pumping her arms in and out. Gretchen had to admit
that Amanda was doing the routine she had practiced so hard in high school pretty
much perfectly.

"Wow, that's actually pretty good," Amy said.

"Duh, I told you it was easy," Amanda said, rolling her eyes, "I just don't feel
like dancing around to get boys to stare at my tits," the flat chested girl said,
"I mean, I get enough of that already," she cupped the full bodice of her dress,
giving her D cups a squeeze to demonstrate what she meant. "Not that I really
mind, it's just I don't need to jump around with pompoms to get attention. TBH,
I don't really do anything, and boys are still pretty obsessed with me." Gretchen
gritted her teeth. It was infuriating since it was true. Amanda might have been
annoying, but she was gorgeous. Gretchen was pretty, but she had to work for it.
As far as she knew, her younger, taller, more voluptuous sister didn't do anything to
take care of her skin or hair, yet it looked way better than Gretchen's even though
she spent a ton of creams and hair product.

"Oh my god, you guys look so mad," Amanda giggled, "Are you jealous? Don't worry,
you're not the only ones. All the bitches at school are super jealous of me. It's
hard to blame them, what all their boyfriends jerking off to my massive rack," she
slid her hands over her J cup boobs, "I guess they all want a big titty goth gf, but
they're stuck with girls who just can't measure up."

"Oh my god, we get it Amanda, you're hot. Can you just leave us alone?" Gretchen said
in irritation. She had really been hoping to avoid having to interact with her little
sister when she came home. Amanda had always been annoying and arrogant, but she became
way worse when puberty hit her like a freight train and she quickly started looking down
on her "big" sister. She never seemed to miss an opportunity to toot her own horn or
show of her infuriatingly sexy body. Why was she dressed in a low cut corset, black
mini-skirt and shiny spike boots when hanging out around the house? It had to be because
she knew how it would make Gretchen and her friends feel inadequate. Gretchen was 5'2"
like most of the women in her family, but her little sister stood an annoyingly elegant
5'9" and those massive heels looked like they put her over six feet. It made the sexy
young goth pretty intimidating to the shorter crowd of girls she had inserted herself into.

"Jeez Gretch, chill. I'm not gonna leave just cause you have an attitude problem. Your
friends want me to stay."

"Yeah Gretch, chill, Amanda's cool." Ellen said.

"See Gretchen. I don't get what your problem is. Everyone else loves me!" Amanda gave her
sister a glare.

"Yeah Gretchen, why are you being so mean to your sister?" Nancy asked, glaring at her
friend.

"Sorry Amanda," Gretchen managed through gritted teeth. She knew from experience that everyone
else would take her spoiled rude sister's side even after she treated them like shit. Beneath
her corset, Amanda's nipples stiffened as her sister was forced to back down.

"Well, if you guys are dancers, maybe you can be backup dancers for me." Amanda said addressing
the other girls, though pointedly not paying much attention to her sister.

"For what?" Amy asked.

"Oh, I'm a one woman metal band. I just started doing it two months ago, but I must be really
good since I have, like so many followers already. It's nice to pick up new skills so fast,"
Gretchen's endlessly talented sister said. Amanda was always picking up new interests and
getting ridiculously good at them before moving on to something else. She spoke more than
20 languages, had published two commercially successful books under a pseudonym at 13,
wrote a pretty popular video game, and had designed an undeniably gorgeous wardrobe for
herself.

"Wouldn't we, like, get in your way?" Ellen asked. Gretchen rolled her eyes. Why was everyone
like that around Amanda?

"Well I don't think my singing and guitar is the only thing that's winning me fans. I got a
lot of male fans after I posted my first music video if you know what I mean. I think having
you girls in my next video will provide a nice contrast. Obviously, I'm super hot, but if I'm
the only one in the video my fans might not realize how much hotter I am than normal girls.
I mean you're all so tiny and flat next to me. It's almost like you're a lesser species."
Despite the meanness of her words, Gretchen knew that the other girls would just interpret
Amanda's arrogance as charismatic self-confidence. Of course it helped that it was true.
Gretchen's younger sister really did make ordinary women look like lesser species.

Compared with Amanda's flawless skin, Gretchen and her friends skin looked blotchy and rough,
almost diseased, though they all actually had pretty good skin. Amanda's big chocolate colored
eyes glimmered with a hypnotic intensity that made Gretchen's eyes seem pinched and lifeless by
contrast. The 6'10" goth towered over them in her 8 inch spike heels, so that the tops
of their heads were level with the underside of her massive breasts. Amanda's curves really
showed the contrast between herself and her older sister's friends. Just one of her V cup
breasts had more volume than all of their breasts put together, and her ass was every bit
as impressive. Her ultra curvy body made the other girls seem almost sexless in comparison.

"Yeah, it is hard to believe that you're human." Amy said, a worshipful reverence in her
eyes.

"Mmmmmmm, I know. I am way better at everything than any normal human could hope to achieve,"
the hyper-competent eighteen year old mused. "And I just keep getting better at everything,"
she giggled, "not to mention more attractive, stronger, faster and healthier." Gretchen
gritted her teeth at her sister's bragging. Of course it was true. When Amanda had been
six, she had beaten stockfish after playing chess all of four times previously. Before
her seventh birthday, she had become internationally famous for defeating the strongest
computer or human in every major strategy game. When Google's DeepMind had started making
breakthroughs in adversarial game agents with modern machine learning techniques, none of their
work had come close to being able to beat Amanda. Gretchen's little sister had since become
the richest person in the world by picking stocks for five or ten minutes a day, using her
prize money from childhood chess and go tournaments as seed money.

"That's so awesome," Nancy gushed to her idol. She, like everyone else, had been a huge fan
of Amanda Cray for years. Just like all of Gretchen's other "friends" she had only really
been hanging out with Gretchen in case it allowed her to meet Amanda. She was glad she had
worn her extremely expensive black tube top, heels, and skirt from Amanda's clothing line
since it showed how devoted she was. Of course, pretty much every girl was a goth these
days, but a lot of girls didn't spend the money to get the real deal. "We're, like, so lucky
you were born," she gushed.

"I guess so, the world is a much better place with me in it, isn't it? I mean, everyone
always seems to like my ideas. To be honest, it almost seems like the world was waiting
for me to come along and take control."

"Why haven't you?"

"What? Take control? Oh, I will eventually. I mean obviously I'm meant to. Everyone is already
so submissive towards me that I basically already control the world, but I want to have a bit
of fun first. Gotta be a Princess before I'm a Queen, you know?" Princess Amanda grinned. The
world had taken to calling her Princess after she successfully diffused a war at age 12 by
explaining to the belligerents that they should be more focused on keeping her happy and
fighting didn't make her happy. It had started a joke, but soon turned serious. Now everyone
hoped for her to accept the throne that the UN had constructed for her to plant her flawless
ass on whenever she choose. For the time being though, the sexy goth seemed to prefer focusing
on her own pleasure.

Gretchen hated being near her overwhelmingly sexy goth princess of a little sister. Amanda
was endlessly arrogant and braggadocious, and for some reason Gretchen was the only one who
found it at all off-putting. Usually, Amanda exaggerated how impressive she was, which was
pretty hard to do given the she was in reality amazing at pretty much everything, but for
the last five minutes Gretchen had gotten her wish. Amanda hadn't told a single lie.
