Thrasher [17+]

Credit/Advisory/Sneak Peek

Cover by: @AmberKorpse

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF SEVENTEEN!!! This is due to the Wattpad site's guidelines. I myself do not give a shit. The warnings are really only in my stories so I don't need to put "Sexual Content Advisory" above my chapters.

"THRASHER" INCLUDES/WILL INCLUDE:
- Homosexuality (girl x girl)
- Incest (are dopplegängers twins?)
- Group Sex (girl x girl x girl)

If you're not comfortable reading that kind of stuff, then "Thrasher" is NOT the romance novel for you.

Sneak Peek:

"Ulva, just relax," my own voice purrs sensually.

"And here I thought that you were trying your damnedest to not be anything like me," I step out of her embrace, eerily disturbed.

Usha has cut and dyed her hair, used her magic to change her eye color, and she's tanned quite nicely. After he tedious workout regime, her body shape looks nothing like mine. That was her goal, though. Finding out that you have a doppelgänger is serious business and Usha Drew definitely didn't like it all that much that she had someone who looked exactly like her. Honestly? She looks hot. Her muscular legs and arms are toned to perfection and her 36B cup breasts add a slight femininity to her masculine structure- something that she says often that she intended.

"Darling, I'm older than you. If anything, you should be trying to be unlike me," she unhooks my bra, pulling the towel away from my soaking wet hair.

"I'm not changing anything about myself," I try to glare, ignoring her heated gaze on my 42D boobs.

Blame the doughnuts...

Mmmm.... Doughnuts....

"And that, Ulva Cerulli, is what makes you so fucking sexy," there's her Bostonian accent.

"Usha! No! I have a girlfriend," I squirm under her gaze and hands, biting my lip.

"But you're so soft, love. So smooth..." Usha's hands slide down my sides, leaving my breasts trembling.

"Usha! Stop!" I squeal.

Her right hand cups the right globe of my ass, the left stroking the curls I had forgotten to shave in the shower.

"I don't think that Omara would do this if you didn't shave for her," she kneels, warm breath fanning out against my hairy folds.

And that is exactly when Omara decides to open the bathroom door.