The Inheritance Paradox
Copyright© 2026 by aroslav
Chapter 28 (My Story)
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 28 (My 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
TIME WAS AT a premium around our house. I stayed up way late on Saturday writing Dad’s story. I was becoming obsessed with fitting all the pieces together, and from what Dad was telling me, he was beginning to think the adventures had been dreams. The big thing, though, was that I didn’t want to shortchange my time with Zach and Lisa. I’d committed to spending the day Sunday in the garage.
It seemed that Lisa was spending a lot of time hanging out with Val and Zach, too. When I got out to the garage, I discovered her with them, as well as Val’s younger brother, Del. Val and Lisa had one of the front seats on the floor in front of them as they stretched upholstery over it and worked on getting it to fit correctly. Del had his head under the hood with Zach.
Hood? Is that what you call the engine cover when it’s in the back? Oh, well. It didn’t really matter since they hadn’t attached the cover to the body yet. Zach wanted to make sure everything was perfect in the engine compartment before he put the cover on.
“What’s on the docket today?” I asked, peering into the compartment with them.
“I had to rewire the ignition,” Zach said. “Looked like mice had been at it. That meant we had to open every compartment and check the wires. We’re just getting ready to reconnect the engine to the ignition now.”
“What can I do to help?” I asked. Zach straightened up and pointed at a long roll wrapped in plastic.
“With the girls getting the front upholstery done, we need to get the carpet installed. I think the interior is completely cleaned and painted, so it should be pretty straight-forward to roll out the carpet and fasten it down.”
“I can probably handle that,” I laughed.
“Hey, Zach, why don’t I work on the carpet. I’m not being much help on the engine and I’m sure you’d rather be working with your dad,” Del said.
“Good man, Del. That’s a great idea. Be sure to degrease your hands before you unwrap the carpet. The girls will want to see it as soon as you have it laid out,” Zach said, patting the younger boy on the shoulder.
I was impressed. It was great that Del thought to volunteer to do the carpet so I could work more closely with Zach. I didn’t think I knew any more about the engine than he did. It crossed my mind, though, that doing the carpet probably meant working more closely with Val and Lisa.
“Well, what do you need?” I asked.
“I’m just fine tuning the points,” Zach said. “One of the biggest failings of this model was the frequency that the points went out of adjustment or even burned out. I had to make a decision between being strictly original in the operation or using more current methods to improve the performance. I finally decided to use a capacitive spark discharge system, which I’m pretty sure Chevy would have used if it had been available when they built this. Let’s start with you holding the light here where I can see the points better.”
It was simple enough and as the day progressed, I did get my hands dirty a little. The important thing to me was that I was helping my son and spending time with him.
“We’re getting close, aren’t we?” I said.
“Eighteen days,” Zach responded immediately. “We’re going to make it. I have to keep reminding myself not to take any shortcuts. No matter how much of a hurry I’m in, I have to remember that I’ll be transporting the love of my life in this bucket. That’s more important.”
“I’m glad you’re thinking that way. Don’t forget that to your mom and me, to Lisa, Gram, Gramps, Aunt Meg, and Val, the most precious cargo in this car is you,” I said. “What about seatbelts?”
“The brackets are installed. We can attach the belts as soon as the carpet and seats are in,” Zach said. “And yes, I got shoulder straps and put the brackets in for those, too.”
“This is really a big job,” I said. “Are you sorry you started it?”
“No way! The biggest problem has been to keep myself from working around the clock on it. Val has kept me anchored on that. We’ve reserved some time each day to just ... um ... be together, you know. I mean ... yeah.”
“She doesn’t have to go home every night if her parents are okay with it,” I said.
“Wow! We’ve talked about that. You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. The question is whether you two are sure.”
They were counting down the days until they started driving to California. We knew they’d been sleeping together when they could. Brenda came home from Mom and Dad’s early one day and they were just coming down the stairs, both freshly showered and looking very lovingly at each other. From then on, she made sure to have Zach and Lisa both know her schedule.
It made sense to have Del work with them at least on occasion. I wasn’t sure if he and Lisa were actually dating again, but it looked like a strong likelihood that he’d be Zach’s brother-in-law one way or another.
Sunday night, I had my weekly call with Megan, and she gave me her feedback on the story of Dad’s intervention with the witches in Scotland.
“I wish you made it longer! Twelve women in one night? That’s epic! I have to know what Mom thought about all that.”
“It went so fast that Dad didn’t even remember most of the names or what they looked like. I didn’t feel like just making stuff up. The important thing is that Dad was confronted with the possibility that if his time travel was a dream, perhaps his life here with Mom was a dream, too. I thought this Wells was really pushing him on that. Do you suppose Wells is the stand-in for his conscience?”
“For Pete’s sake, Nat! You have to probe more deeply. I know Dad doesn’t want to talk about some things, but it seems his time travel is open for question and answer.”
“Time has been precious. Hey, you know this implant we’re working on?” I said. “Do you think there would be any percentage in having it analyze the patient’s DNA? I know we couldn’t get that in the first version, but we’re collecting ideas for future development. That idea came up.”
“In your context, the most useful would be testing for health problems or risks. We use that to test for the qRNA nucleic acid,” Meg said. “The problems I see are in how to test it. Certainly, your device would have plenty of access to the DNA, but currently, we heat the sample to separate the DNA strands and then introduce Taq polymerase enzyme to it to identify the strands. I’ll search to see if other ways of testing have been devised. It’s a good idea, though.”
“I’ll put it in our database with a note about devising a test. Right now, we’re putting the software together to record and report things from known data,” I said. “It’s good to know I’ll have a job for a few years.”
“And Ann Arbor is about to become a hotbed for research,” Meg said.
“What? How so?”
“I’m going to be coming to town to handle collection and testing of samples,” she said. “I plan to get there in three weeks, on the sixteenth.”
“That’s wonderful news! You’ll be in town for a while, won’t you? I know Zach will be bummed if he misses you. He’s taking Val to California on the fourteenth.”
“I’ll be there at least a month. Probably until the end of the year,” Meg said.
“Well, the good news is you can have Zach’s room for a couple of weeks. We’ll figure something out after that.”
“It will be nice to have a place for a few days, but the company will find me a suitable accommodation. This has lit a real fire under the directors.”
“So, what will you be doing?” I asked.
“The tests I’ve done and cross-referenced with other material from Ann Arbor indicates there is a high likelihood of people in the area carrying qRNA. We’ve found it in tests we’ve been able to access from some of the commercial testing organizations. But to do a good analysis, we need to do a blood draw. So, I’ll be working in the University Department of Human Genetics on a cooperative agreement. I guess I’ll be doing some lectures there as well. But I’ll be orchestrating a massive DNA collection drive out of the clinic there.”
“That’s amazing, Meg. Congratulations!”
“I got one of the directors here interested in my preliminary research plan and he went to work to get this set up. I doubt I’ll be there more than three or four months, but it’s exciting to be coming back home. I’ll have to fly back and forth a bit, of course, but still...”
“We can’t wait to catch up and have you here,” I said. “Wait until I tell Brenda and Mom and Dad. I mean ... I suppose you want to tell Mom and Dad. We shouldn’t keep them in the dark.”
“You know, this could give you an opportunity to open the discussion about Brenda with Dad.”
Of course.
It was the first of August when I got an email response to the posting I’d made in Niles. Deborah Graham sent the message asking what my interest was in tracking down information about Deirdre Avery. She might be able to help me.
I wrote back immediately that according to adoption records, my wife was her daughter, and we were searching for information on her birth parents. We also didn’t know who Deirdre’s parents were. I sent it but didn’t hear back right away.
That weekend—the first weekend of August—we had a launching event and christening of Zach’s Corvair. Mom and Dad were there, of course, as were Val, her parents, and siblings. Zach had rolled the car out into the driveway and covered it with a tarp for the unveiling. When we were all gathered around, Zach and Val made a gesture with a ceremonial bottle of water and Zach pulled the cover off.
“Presenting, Christopher Corvair,” he announced. We all applauded. It really did look spectacular. They’d waxed it to a high polish. I knew, of course, that Zach and Val had it out on a test run the day before, which included a trip through a touchless wash and wax, then they’d pulled into the garage and spent an hour polishing it with a buffer. They were mighty proud of that little car.
Zach said he’d take everyone for a spin around the block, but he could only take one passenger at a time because he hadn’t put the back seat in yet. The first passenger he invited was his grandfather. They were only gone five minutes while the rest of us stood around on the grass with glasses of sparkling water. We looked through the album they’d put together and Val narrated. She was definitely just as proud of that car as Zach was.
It took an hour for everyone to get their once around the block trip and then we all exclaimed about what a beautiful job they’d done restoring the vehicle. A couple of our neighbors came over when they saw the car parked in the drive with the hood open and the doors ajar so people could look at the restoration. Zach didn’t offer them rides, but he was happy to engage everyone in conversation and telling the story of the restoration and his plans to do it for a living after his course this fall.
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