The Inheritance Paradox
Copyright© 2026 by aroslav
Chapter 14 (Eugene’s Story)
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 14 (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
SUMMER BROUGHT more opportunity for the two to get together. They’d joined a volunteer service corps through their church and each day the church bus would take a crew to another elderly or shut-in person’s house to clean the yard and grounds, weed flowerbeds, and on a couple of occasions, even paint the houses. The group of teens always met before their assignment to pray and sing, and they prayed with the person they were helping before they left.
They returned to Senior Institute in August, spending most of their free time walking hand-in-hand and talking about their futures. Eugene had become more committed to becoming a minister. He was sure this was his calling.
“I think it is a perfect calling for you, Eugene,” Rachel said. “You will be a wonderful minister. I want to make jewelry. I won a prize at the fair for the earrings and necklace set I designed. It’s ... I feel called to that, just like you do to the ministry.”
“You are so talented. I loved what I saw at the fair,” Eugene said, not quite knowing how else to respond. Rachel was really talented. “You know God gives us talents and expects us to practice them, perfect them, and use them. I know you’ll find a way to serve Him with your talent.”
“I’ve been thinking a lot about that, Eugene. I don’t think that creating jewelry would keep me from being a good minister’s wife. I love you,” she said.
Aside from references in some of Eugene’s poetry and signing birthday cards “With love,” it was the first time the words had been said aloud. They sat next to the lake and began to dream of the future together.
“We have such a long way to go,” Eugene said. “You know how much I love to kiss you, but it is so hard not to rush to the next step. It’s too soon for us to get an engagement ring or to make announcements. We haven’t turned eighteen yet. But I feel like we are going to have a long and happy life together.”
“We’ll just keep asking God to help us not lose control. You know it’s not because I want to restrain myself. I just know it will be so much better if we wait for now.”
“Our love is a precious flower, and I do not want it to wilt and die. I will care for this flower and nurture it. I will pay attention to it. I will see that it has light and air in which to flourish. Forever, I will cherish our love.”
“You need to write that into a poem, Eugene. I’ll embroider it on a hanging.”
In school that fall, they dated much the same way their classmates did, going to ballgames and school dances. They declined invitations to parties where they suspected there would be alcohol or other substances and got a reputation quickly as being ‘too good’ to hang out with their other classmates.
“We’ll never be the same as all the others around us,” Eugene said. “Our commitment to each other and our love of God set us apart.”
“We’re just a couple of unicorns in a world of horses,” Rachel laughed. “I know it is a little lonely at times. That’s what happens when you’re different. We’ll find our community—others who are like us.”
“It seems that even the kids in our youth group kind of take their faith lightly. They don’t live up to their commitment,” Eugene said.
“I don’t care. We’ll be unicorns forever.”
The phrase was used on the birthday card Rachel gave Eugene in September when he turned eighteen. It was signed, “With all my love. Unicorns Forever. Rachel.”
At Halloween, they came up with an idea for matching ‘costumes’ that would establish them as unicorns forever. Eugene worked on crafting horns with a strap they could wear on their heads. Rachel sewed gloves to look like horse hooves. They’d worn them to school, and everyone dubbed them the unicorn twins.
The next day, the temperature started to drop, and it rained most of the day. Three days later, they had an inch and a half of snow. It didn’t stop falling. It was a harbinger of bad news.
Rachel’s mother, Miriam, had been sick on and off for a few years, but it worsened that fall. The doctor tried several remedies, but couldn’t really identify the problem, passing it off as ‘woman problems.’
It was Friday, the last day of school before the Christmas holiday, when Eugene brought Rachel home so she could help get the house ready for Christmas and take care of the kids.
“I was really nervous,” Eugene said. “I’ve read my poetry in speech contests, but never in front of all our classmates. And to think they did an entire school assembly for the play just before we took off!”
“It was fun and funny. And you still got the message across,” Rachel said as they walked into the house. “I’m so glad I got to be in it and work with you on it. Mom?” she called. There was no answer. “Mom?” she called louder.
They walked into the dining room and saw Miriam lying on the floor. A partially wrapped Christmas present was on the table, the paper and scissors lying beside Rachel’s mother.
“Mom!” Rachel screamed and rushed to her. Eugene knelt beside her and quickly felt for a pulse. The body was cold to the touch. “No! Mom!” Rachel cried.
Eugene did the only thing he knew to do. He reached for the phone and called his own mother.
“Mom, Rachel’s mom ... We just got to her house and her mom’s on the floor. I don’t know what to do.”
“Is she breathing?”
“No. I ... I think she’s dead.”
“Don’t move her. I’ll be there in five minutes. Just hold Rachel and comfort her.”
His mother hung up and Eugene quickly knelt beside Rachel who was crying uncontrollably.
“Bonnie, it’s Louise. Miriam Erickson has passed away. Eugene and Rachel are at the house. The kids don’t know what to do. Dispatch an ambulance and cruiser. Oh, have Earl swing by and pick me up on the way. The boy has my car. The little ones will be home on the bus soon and someone needs to be there for them.”
“I’ve got it, Louise. Earl’s on his way to you and the ambulance is on its way to the house. God! Those poor children.”
“You don’t have a phone number for George at work, do you?” Louise asked as she quickly jotted off a note to Wallace, so he’d know where she was when he got home.
“I’ll find it. You go out and meet Earl at the curb.”
Louise rushed out to the curb just as the police cruiser pulled up. She jumped in and they sped out to the Erickson house. True to what she’d told her son, she was at the house in five minutes.
There was the typical amount of chaos for a death scene. Earl checked the body and confirmed she was dead just as the ambulance screamed up. Dr. Adams arrived just a few minutes later to officially pronounce the death and estimate the time. He listed the cause as heart failure.
When the elementary school bus pulled up in front of the house, Louise rushed out to meet Lemuel and Dorothy, Rachel’s younger siblings. She held them and comforted them, explaining gently that their mother was going to the hospital and that she’d stay with them and fix them a snack. Despite the cold, they stayed outside until the ambulance was gone, then the two children rushed to Rachel in the house.
Eugene saw a side of his mother he’d never witnessed before. He knew she was a loving and caring mother, even if she wasn’t a Christian. He loved her intensely. But he saw his mother pour her love out on Rachel, her brother, and her sister, sitting with them, holding them, and feeding them. When George got home, he’d been to the hospital and confirmed that his wife should be taken to the funeral home. His eyes were as red as his children’s. Wallace got home soon after that and rushed over to the Ericksons’ when he found Louise’s note. He put an arm around George’s shoulders and helped organize calling his sister and Miriam’s brother. They called the pastor at their church and when it seemed things were at least partially settled, Wallace, Louise, and Eugene left the grieving family with food and instructions to call if they needed anything.
“Son, your girlfriend is going to need your care and understanding. It’s not just about the grief of losing her mother, but Christmas is Monday. She has to help keep the family from getting too depressed. You have to help her,” Wallace said as he sat with his son that evening.
“I know, Dad. I feel like I should be there right now.”
“It’s a difficult time. You need to read how much she needs your presence and how much she needs to focus on her family. Just remember it is about what she needs, not what you need. This is part of being a man. You have to be her pillar of strength when and where she needs you.”
“Thanks, Dad. I mean, you and Mom just did what was needed. I didn’t know what to do. You know Miriam took me in last Christmas and just treated me like one of her own kids. I really loved her, too,” Eugene said.
“We already knew they’d have you over as much as possible before we agreed to go to Virginia that week. And I think you’d have been unhappy if you weren’t there. The thing is, now you know more about what needs to be done if you are in that position again. You’ve decided you want to be a minister. Well, it’s not something I’d have wished on you, but if you continue on that path, you are going to be counseling and comforting people in grief for your entire career. Learn all you can from this experience and make sure you just love that family more than anything.”
“Yes, sir.”
It took a while for the message to completely soak in, but eventually, Eugene realized that not all good people were Christians. He tried to remind himself of that frequently—especially when he wanted to evangelize them.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.