The Inheritance Paradox
Copyright© 2026 by aroslav
Chapter 22 (Eugene’s Story)
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 22 (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 WAS FORTUNATE to have a good job for the summer after high school graduation. He went to work each morning at Kellogg’s with his father. The summer job in the warehouse was listed as a great opportunity to learn warehouse and logistics operations. In reality, he worked eight to twelve hours a day, receiving shipments and storing materials in the warehouse. He also moved supplies from the warehouse to the areas where they were needed. The materials and supplies included grains, sugar, malt, gelatin, and various minor ingredients that were still purchased by the pallet. It also included cardboard, paper, ink, and press supplies for the boxes, and wax paper for the bags. Once supplies were received, stored, and moved to their places in production, boxes of cereal packed in corrugated containers were loaded on pallets and moved to the warehouse for shipping.
Eugene ended each day exhausted, but he earned a better wage than most of the kids who found summer jobs in stores, gas stations, and farms.
But no matter how exhausted he was, he found time to write to Rachel, often penning poems for her.
The poet’s will is to express what he feels
In light of the language of genteels.
‘Tis my desire so to say
To you the words each night I pray;
To say the phrase that will make you mine.
Gentle courage I wish to find.
I wish to tell the joy I see
And tell you of my ecstasy,
But when I think my courage is right
I look again upon this sight.
From a distance I see you there
But feel you breathing on my ear.
Everything in order I see,
But words fail me.
So, once again I catch my breath
And hope next time I’ll say the rest.
Letters to Rachel were long and passionate. He spent breaks writing to her and often fell asleep at night with his pen in hand.
It didn’t seem that Rachel was in any better shape. She wrote letters she posted to him almost every day. He kept them close in a shoebox in his room. They poured out their love for each other.
Then the summer was over and he had to move to Grand Rapids. His mother’s car was loaded with the boxes of clothing and supplies he would need for school, like his typewriter and a selection of books he and Rachel had both read and enjoyed talking about. Rachel’s letters, he left in the shoebox in his closet. He didn’t want to risk a college roommate finding and reading them. His father drove the seventy miles up to Grand Rapids and he moved into a dormitory.
His father had promised to pay tuition and Eugene had received a scholarship that would cover his room and board. Adjusting to college life was a process that took a lot of energy. It was the first time Eugene had ever shared a room.
“Hey! I’m Howard. Guess we’re roommates.”
“Glad to meet you, Howard. I’m Eugene. Take your pick of beds. I haven’t claimed any space yet.”
“Cool. I don’t really have a preference. I guess I’ll take the left if that’s okay,” Howard said.
“Perfect. I was just going over the schedule for orientation and whatever we’re supposed to do for registration. It says in our dorm package that dinner will be at six and there will be an invocation by the president. Then a chapel service afterward. I guess that gives us three hours to unpack and find our way to the cafeteria,” Eugene said.
“What’s your major?”
“Pre-theology. I chose Grace because I could just continue right here into seminary.”
“Me, too! I’m glad to have a roommate with a common interest. I was really afraid I’d end up with someone who just wasn’t serious about their calling.”
“If we have a similar class schedule, we can study together,” Eugene said.
They became friends that afternoon as they moved into their room, sharing their background and a little about their faith. They quickly discovered they didn’t need to evangelize each other. It was the first time Eugene had a male friend he could share matters of faith with who was on the same page he was.
At registration the next morning, they managed the same class schedule. They had typical freshman requirements of English, Science, and Social Studies. Added to that was World Religions, Theology of Paul, and New Testament Greek. And, of course, chapel every morning at ten. Eugene sat that evening to write a long letter to Rachel to tell her about his excitement at starting the road to their shared ministry. He still wrote of his love for her every day.
He was a capable student, but not a star. He labored for hours over New Testament Greek while doing the minimum necessary for Biology. Howard was similarly enthused and they spent as much time discussing how the evolutionary theory was anti-Biblical, as they did conjugating Greek verbs.
He received a beautiful Christmas card from Rachel that she had crafted herself.
My Dearest Eugene,
How I miss you and yearn for you each day! As I face this Christmas with my father’s family and my siblings, I think back on how happy we were two years ago when we were all together. My mother was still alive, and you shared the entire holiday with my family. Such a wonderful time!
My days are filled with taking care of my brother and sister. I try to show my worth in the family, but it is hard. My aunt is always critical of me. I don’t blame her, I guess. I’ve been sick a lot lately. I wish so desperately that I could be with you. I love you and miss you so much!
Unicorns Forever!
Rachel
Eugene tried to figure out how he could travel to St. Louis for the holiday to surprise her, but he didn’t really have a means of transportation or enough money to travel. His parents were going to Marquette to be with his brother Vincent for Christmas. He was in the Air Force and was doing well with his family. Howard invited Eugene to his home in Niles for the holiday and Eugene accepted.
The new semester at school was even more intense than the first semester, made harder by the deep snow that isolated the campus from the rest of the world. He still wrote letters to Rachel, but there was less poetry. He simply didn’t have enough energy to focus on such trivial pursuits.
After St. Valentine’s Day, he heard nothing from Rachel until a week before Easter. The letter came as a physical blow to him as he sank onto his dorm-room bed and wept.
My Darling Eugene,
This is a very hard letter to write as I must face the reality of my life. I had so hoped to bring you joyous news this spring. Now it seems all news is bad news. First, understand I still love you to the depth of my being and I so wanted to spend my life with you. But God’s plans for my life are different than my desires.
My brother and sister have gone to live with my aunt. My father gave away my hope for the future and has buried himself in alcohol. He is such a different man now. He never speaks to me.
While I write to you, facing my fears, I do so alone, mindful that I have not truly been happy in a bed since I shared one with you. Perhaps in God’s grace we shall one day do so again, but I must bend my will to His. You must continue on the path he has chosen for you. You must become the man of God I have always known you to be.
My prayers are with you this night with all my love.
Unicorns Forever!
Rachel
Howard found Eugene sobbing on his bed. He tried to comfort his friend, but seeing the letter, he could only shake his head. Eugene had spoken so freely about his girlfriend who was as committed to a life of service to God as he was.
Eugene tried to call her, but the only number he had was disconnected. He didn’t know her aunt’s last name. He wrote to Rachel, but this time the letter was returned unopened. She had cut him off without so much as an explanation. What was he to think of that?
He threw himself into his studies to the exclusion of everything else in life. He became a star student where he had once been only competent. He shared his fervor with Howard, who became as devoted to study as Eugene was. There was a difference in their theology, though. Eugene still worshiped God with all his heart, but it was no longer the God of Love Howard knew or that he had known with Rachel. It was a demanding God who would sacrifice his own son and would somehow sacrifice Eugene as well. Eugene was prepared to be sacrificed.
His prayers were fervent—even fevered. God was all he had. He would do whatever was required of him to serve.
Howard and Eugene were the star pupils of their class and graduated at the forefront in 1972. They had both taken more than the customary load of classes and had driven each other to excellence. They both moved directly into the seminary associated with the college. They’d taken several courses at the seminary level, so moving on was not nearly as much an issue as starting college had been. They became roommates in an apartment near the school.
His first year in seminary, he had a required class titled Unequally Yoked. It focused on the marital responsibilities of ministers, warning them that it was a danger to their souls to enter the ministry without a helpmate. It encouraged the young men who were unmarried to begin at once to find a spouse that would keep them on the straight and narrow. They frequently quoted I Corinthians 7:9, “It is better to marry than to burn,” even though a closer reading of the passage would question its application.
The seminary sponsored meet-and-greets for the ministerial students with young women from the college—women who were deemed of good character and sought to serve God in partnership with a Godly man.
In another day and age, the class would have been deemed sexist and patriarchal, an affront to women, and disgustingly chauvinistic. It was widely assumed that most women who came to the Bible college were there primarily to get an MRS. degree. It seemed like a natural and good way for Christian men and women to meet and get to know each other without the temptations that dating often brought.
Through their college life, Eugene had eschewed social events that weren’t directly related to the church, including dating. Howard had been less advanced in his social life than Eugene when they started college, but he’d expanded considerably as time went on.
Sitting at a table one evening with a game of Scrabble and three other people, Eugene was introduced to Mary Fletcher. She seemed like a nice girl—a sophomore in college. She played the piano and sang—two great characteristics to have in a minister’s wife. She was good looking, though she didn’t dress to emphasize her sexuality.
And she had a beautiful smile.
“Mary, could I interest you in dinner next Friday?” Eugene asked. He’d just acquired a 1964 Corvair so he could actually move about off campus more conveniently.
“Eugene, I ... This is unexpected. Um ... I would be happy to join you,” she said.
She knew Eugene and Howard shared an apartment and had been hoping Howard would ask her out. He’d often talked to her but had never made that move. She thought he liked her, but apparently not as much as Eugene did. She accepted the date.
The first of many dates was almost a disaster as they both struggled for something to say.
“It’s funny that in all the courses I’ve had in college and seminary, none have actually covered what to talk about on a date,” Eugene said. “I’m sorry to be such an oaf at conversation.”
“Oh, that’s okay. We have a Ministerial Service Club for women at the college. But it is mostly about how to control a situation, so it doesn’t become too intimate before we’re actually married,” Mary said. “And to help us understand what the role and responsibility of a minister’s wife would be.”