My name is Theo Lionheart. I'm a pretty regular guy, or I was since I'm dead. My parents died in a car accident when my sister and I were young. It was our aunt, my mother's sister, who adopted us when the incident occurred.
I was eight years old at the time, and my sister was seven. My aunt had a daughter my age; she and I got along quite well.
Our life at my aunt's house went quite well for the next eight years. My aunt was a widow, as my uncle died in a car accident two years before we moved in with my aunt.
My cousin and I attended the same class, while my younger sister attended a younger course than us. We soon overcame the death of our parents and adapted to living with my aunt.
The problems came eight years later. My aunt contracted a terminal illness, and she only had a few weeks to live. She had been detected when the disease was very advanced, and the doctors could no longer do anything for her.
It was my aunt's illness that made me a doctor. And it wasn't the frustration of seeing my aunt die from the disease while I couldn't do anything; it was an event that happened a week after my aunt was diagnosed.
That day, my cousin and my sister had gone to do the weekly shopping. At home, my aunt and I were alone. Just a few minutes had passed since my sister and cousin had passed when my aunt called me to her room.
"Do you need me, aunt?" I asked. My aunt was in a terrible state, clearly affected by her illness, and could not move from her bed.
"Theo, I have a wish. Only you can make that wish come true." My aunt looked me in the eye.
I struggled to keep my gaze fixed on her eyes. To tell you the truth, my aunt had an incomparably sexy and mature body. She was the person I imagined while watching stepmother videos on Pornhub. Her face, though a little emaciated with the disease, remained incredibly beautiful.
"Of course, aunt, I'll do anything for you," I told her sincerely.
My aunt smiled. I remember that I had to make an effort not to drop my drool. She was so beautiful...
Her next words marked a before and an after for me.
"Fuck me."
I could go into detail about what happened next, but I think it would take a long time.
A week later, the doctors proclaimed that my aunt had healed from her illness. It was a miracle, but my aunt and I knew it wasn't so. We discovered it when we saw that after my first ejaculation, she was already able to move her arms, something she couldn't do before. With each subsequent ejaculation, my aunt got better and better.
That's when I found my dream to be a doctor. Healing women was my new goal in life. At first, I didn't discriminate against any woman. Ugly, pretty, fat, thin, black, white, I healed any woman who came to my office.
A few years later, I realized that it wasn't productive to go on like this. I opened my private clinic, and I personally chose the women I was going to see. When I didn't have time to select them, my aunt, my sister, and my cousin took care of it.
For some reason, ninety percent of the women who passed through my clinic became pregnant. It seems that my semen was also superior in that aspect.
After dying at age twenty-six, I heard a voice in my head. I don't remember what he said, but when I opened my eyes, I was looking at a young woman.
"Mom! Theo's awake!" The young woman screamed and ran out when she saw that I had woken up.
I looked at her, perplexed. Who was this girl? I don't know her at all. Wait, I wasn't dead?
No, I'm sure that I have died. There is no way I had survived a gunshot wound to the heart. In my previous life, I could have been a doctor who only used my semen to cure patients, but the doctor's title was not given free. What's more, I specialized in Chinese medicine, so I can recognize my condition without having to use medical instruments.
Hmm, I must have reincarnated. Yes, that must be it. It might sound a fantasy, but if my semen can heal terminal illnesses, a reincarnation shouldn't be crazy stuff.
I heard hurried footsteps approaching. The girl from before entered the room, accompanied by a mature woman. Now that I had calmed my thoughts, I could focus better on these two women.
The young girl before me did not look older than sixteen, while the mature woman seemed to be no older than thirty-five. Both were quite similar to each other, which seemed logical when remembering that the girl had shouted 'mom' before.
If I had to describe the two women... I can only say that they are goddesses. The young girl looks more like an immature angel, and the mature woman is a true goddess. I wonder how her pussies feel.
"Theo! Thank goodness, thank goodness. Don't do something crazy like that again; my heart won't be able to stand it." The mature woman hugged me tightly. My head was buried between her big breasts, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.
As I struggled to breathe, a pain assailed my head. Memories that didn't belong to me flooded my mind. These memories seemed to belong to the previous owner of the body.
This mature woman was the mother of the previous owner of the body. Her name was Sylvia Lionheart, and she was the daughter of the village chief.
The young girl was my twin sister, Alice Lionheart. She had been attached to the previous owner since her birth.
As for the father of the former Theo... no matter how much I look, I find no memory of him. Better for me, I have no rival to fuck Sylvia.