The Inheritance Paradox
Copyright© 2026 by aroslav
Chapter 10: (Eugene’s Story)
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 10: (Eugene’s Story) - A gripping tale of time travel, family secrets, and redemption. Nathaniel Holbrook uncovers his father’s extraordinary past, spanning centuries and shaping humanity’s future, while confronting profound truths about legacy, love, and identity. A thought-provoking journey through time, history, and the enduring bonds of family.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Historical Time Travel
EUGENE FOUND HIMSELF once again in Dr. Wells’s strange chair, his head clamped in the collar and his arms strapped down as needles penetrated his skin. He still had the walking stick and knapsack in his hands.
“Welcome back,” Wells said. Eugene fought off his disorientation and was overwhelmed by grief.
“Shut up,” he snapped.
“Not what I expected from you.”
“I just lost my wife and my unborn child. Give me a minute to grieve!”
“Oh. I see. We’ll just get your data downloaded and clean your body.”
Eugene sat in the chair silently weeping. This time, Galahad knew enough to keep quiet. Eventually, the tears stopped flowing.
“How long was I gone?” he asked as the clamps and straps loosened.
“Here? No time at all. In your own timeline, you’ll have been gone just one second. In the timeline you visited, eight to ten days. Check your watch.”
Eugene dug in his pocket for the watch and opened the cover.
“I have no idea how to read this.”
“Oh. This outer dial is the year. It will remain on the year you just left until you return to your own timeline. Then it will jump to the year current in your world. MDCCC plus seventy-one.”
“It was Chicago, the year of the Great Fire. So, that was when I was gone. How do I tell how long I was gone?”
“The inner dial here advances a click for each day you are traveling. It says you have traveled a total of eleven days. The entire dial will advance for years, which is what you should be concerned with. That is to indicate the total you have been gone. Fifteen minutes on your first trip and eleven days on this one. It is added to your natural age. Now dump your luggage and change clothes. You should take a shower before you return. You are rather ripe.”
Eugene went into the small changing room, showered, and found his clothes. As he was dressing, he looked at himself in the mirror. His beard had filled in, and his hair was definitely longer. Well, he could shave and get a haircut Saturday morning before his date. His hand reflexively reached for the pendant he wore around his neck. It was gone.
Somehow, Eugene had expected that even though he gave it to Sasha, it would miraculously return to his neck when he left her timeline. But like the charred fragment of a map, the knapsack, and the staff he carried when he returned to Wells’s Laboratory Between Times, or LBT as Eugene had come to think of it, what he left in the former timeline stayed there.
Like his child in the womb of his love. Tears leaked from his eyes again.
“Why did you need to inject me again?” he asked.
“You traveled to a distant time and were exposed to disease and contagion unknown in your own time. The injection was to purge anything you might have picked up and prevent it from spreading to others in your time.”
Dysentery. If you had stayed longer, it would have become obvious in your bowels.
“Did I infect Sasha? What about our child?”
Their immunity is higher than yours due to increased exposure. It is unlikely they are affected.
“So, you managed to find a willing woman and impregnated her. I didn’t expect it to take so long for you to seduce her,” Wells said when Eugene emerged from the changing room.
“I didn’t seduce her. I did my best not to fall into bed with her.”
“Why ever not?” Wells practically screamed.
Told you he wouldn’t be happy. You’re proving my point.
“Circumstances kept pushing us together until we fell in love and I married her. In my heart. There was no license or preacher. I wanted to stay there and be with her,” Eugene said.
“That would have been very unwise. If you had died in that timeline, you would not return to your own timeline. Your absence there would have created a paradox, and the entire timeline could collapse. At least your little part of it, including being there to save Lynn.”
“What do you mean by my part of it?”
“Hmm. Are you familiar with the concept of the butterfly effect?” Wells asked.
“Stoners used to contemplate it. I heard about it in philosophy. A butterfly flaps its wings in Central America, and it causes a typhoon in China or some such. It seemed a little farfetched. I was never into that kind of thing.”
“You are right about that as far as it goes. Chaos theory. It simply states that small things affect larger things. When applied to time travel, it holds that returning to a historical era where you change one little thing could alter the entire course of human history. It is amazing that no one has thought to apply that to the daily decisions they make in their own timeline.”
“You’re saying that my falling in love with Sasha and having sex with her and siring a child has altered all of history since then?” Eugene asked.
Don’t get a big head.
“It has altered some part of history, but not necessarily with the impact the butterfly theorists would have you believe. What the theorists failed to take into account was the number of other factors involved in creating the typhoon in China. Yes, the flapping wings contributed in some minor way, but the typhoon would have occurred with or without that single impetus. In the same way, your libido may have affected that specific timeline in some slight way—we are counting on it—but the outcome would probably remain the same unless you repeatedly return to affect the genetics so that it is strong enough and common enough to advance its discovery before the human extinction event.”
In other words, you made a difference, but it isn’t enough yet.
“The outcome, if we continue to plant the genome enough times, is that a specific characteristic of the human genome is discovered and synthesized. Exactly what was done in the timeline I lived in. In your timeline, we are not trying to change that outcome, but to make it easier to find. We are looking to alter some minor portion of the timeline by spreading the genome more broadly, so it can be found earlier and thus be synthesized in time to save humanity from extinction. Sasha may well be the progenitor of a person in whom the characteristic is found. We simply don’t know. Now, it is time for you to go home and to bed.”
Car.
“Let me make one more thing clear to you,” Wells said. “If you had stayed and married the woman, and let’s say she passed away before you at a ripe old age of fifty. Then you might have decided to come back. But those thirty years would have been recorded on your life watch. You would have returned to your car just one second after you left it, but you would be thirty years older. Think what that might mean to you in your normal timeline. No one would understand how you had aged so much in such a little time.”
“After eleven days, over a century ago, I feel I have aged far more. I have left a piece of myself in Sasha,” Eugene said.
“I’ve fallen in love in eight different centuries and I missed every one of those women dearly. It might get easier, I suppose, but you never get over it.” Wells said.
“A man shall leave his mother and cleave to his wife and the two shall become one flesh,” Eugene quoted. “I didn’t understand that. I thought it meant they would copulate. But a part of my flesh still cleaves to Sasha. Just as it does to Mary and to Rachel. And it will to any other with whom I meet and love.”
“If you can avoid falling in love, you might make it easier on yourself, but far more difficult on the women you would have used and abandoned.”
“Raped.”
“Indeed.”
“Home, Galahad.”
I’m not just your chauffeur.
Eugene fought off his momentary disorientation when he found himself sitting in the old Corvair. Once he glanced around where he was and confirmed that he could not be observed, he broke down in tears and wailed his grief. The crying at the LBT had been silent, tears merely streaming down his cheeks as he choked back all sound. Now, he threw open the door of the car and stomped around the abandoned barnyard screaming out his frustration and pain.
“Is it never enough?” he cried at the heavens. “Will I suffer over and over for my sin? Is that why you chose me to go into the past? To love and to lose? To have children I will never meet? To ruin the lives of others for a chance at saving humanity?”
He cursed at the heavens, at Wells, at Galahad, and at himself.
“Why couldn’t I have just loved my Rachel forever? Why did you take her from me? I obviously wasn’t suited for the ministry without her! I never felt this close to Mary and still I mourn for our relationship. Now, a wife and child I felt closer to than life itself are taken from me and there is nothing left. Nothing!”
You have me now.
“A voice in my head? What good are you except for planting the thoughts and instructions I must carry out for Wells?”
You should make better use of me.
“You really were of no use on this trip at all. You dumped me in the lake, then set me down before a wall of flames. You wanted me to leave before I’d even found Sasha, then you constantly encouraged me to seduce her and impregnate her. And then when I might have had a life with her, you jerked me out of the time before I could even say goodbye.”
If you had been there for the family and her fiancé to see, they all would have realized at once that you were lovers. This way, you disappeared like a guardian angel that she had just imagined. Now she can have a good life with her new husband.
“I love her!”
Loved her. It was over a hundred years ago.
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