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He expected some disgust and annoyance, and waited to revel in it. But it didn't come. Ganon didn't let himself look crestfallen. He had thought about this time and time again. He had been born the runt, tiny and barely able to breath. His mother had hovered over him during his first few months, and only with his insistence did she stop, as his body expanded rapidly. He passed his sisters and soon his mother, but Vaati had long stood in his way. For every inch he grew, Vaati grew two.

But his disappointment did not last long. A sly, then sultry smile slid across his face. Mother had taught them about sex and lust and those things, and ever since that moment, he knew that despite the competition between them, Vaati was attractive. The boys that he had so hated were attractive, thugh not as much as his brother. So far no one had surpassed him. But Vaati was against it, for some strange reason. He stepped forward, pulling himself upwards to meet his nose with Vaati's. Have I got your attention, then? He teased, his voice dropping to a breathy whisper, his tongue poking out.