The Inheritance Paradox
Copyright© 2026 by aroslav
Chapter 31(Eugene’s Story)
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 31(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 AND SARAH were soaked to their waists as they helped push the wagon across the river—Sarah to her armpits. She was that much shorter than Eugene. Her simple dress and apron clung to her like a second skin as they tried to keep up with the wagon in their soggy clothes.
A shot rang out before they were a hundred yards from the river. The canvas on top of the wagon ripped open. Turning back, Eugene saw gray uniforms flooding into the campsite and a couple at the edge of the water reloading their rifles.
“Go!” Eugene cried, waving Sarah to the front of the wagon. Eugene knelt on one knee beside the trail and unslung his rifle as the first rebel to reload entered the water of the ford. He fired his first shot, and the lead soldier fell. He took a calming breath as he worked the lever, and his copper casing was ejected. Then he brought a bead on the next soldier in the water.
The rebels had apparently not expected resistance at this ford. They scattered for shelter and searched along the northern shore for a target. Eugene fired at another rebel entering the water and then dove for the brush along the trail. A dozen shots rang out, landing around and mostly above him. As soon as they stopped, Eugene steadied himself against a tree and shot the next rebel to enter the water. The remainder panicked and headed back into the trees and away from the clearing as the bodies of their comrades floated downstream.
You should get out of here now.
“No. Without me here, they’d come across the ford and pursue the evacuation. The best place to stop them is here.”
Eugene didn’t attempt to shoot anyone who was retreating. The rebels had not located him. Eugene’s replica Henry came with smokeless powder, an anomaly for the time. The flash from his muzzle when he fired was far less noticeable in the daytime than the smoke of the enemy’s black powder. He stayed concealed and started firing again when a small party made another attempt to cross the river. He could fire fast enough with the Henry that it seemed to the rebels like there was a company concealed on Eugene’s side of the river. Two more rebels fell in the water before they retreated.
Now you really need to get out of here. Someone’s coming.
Eugene could hear the approach of troops from upstream on his side of the river. He didn’t know if they were union troops or rebels. He decided it was better not to wait to find out. He retreated up the trail to follow the wagons.
A couple of miles up the trail, he met Sarah, coming back toward him. She carried a leather satchel, and when she saw him, she rushed to hug him.
“I don’t want to lose you now that I’ve found you,” she said. “We need to find a place to camp for the night. A runner got to our lead wagon and told them to push on north because there was a relief company with their own medical team approaching from Kentucky. Your unit will be back to Louisville before we can possibly catch up with them.”
“Thank you for coming back for me, Sarah. I’d have wandered on all night.”
“There’s a stream crossing just a mile on up the trail. If you can walk that far, we should camp there,” she said.
“I’m not in pain from my leg and have no new injuries. You’ve walked farther than I have. Should I carry you?” Eugene asked.
“So noble of you. I think I can walk, though you might have to carry me to bed.”
“I need to tell you something,” Eugene said as they cuddled beneath his single blanket at their campsite.
“You’ll not take my maidenhead tonight!” Sarah said, shaking her head. “You are big enough to force me, I suppose, but I chose to trust you based on the good character you have shown.”
“Of course not,” Eugene said. “That is not what I wanted to tell you.”
“Okay, then tell me.”
“I’m not from this time and place. Well, closer to this place but certainly not this time,” he started.
He didn’t know exactly why it seemed so important to tell Sarah he didn’t belong here. He didn’t want to believe this was more than a dream. He’d killed more than a dozen men in the past forty-eight hours. If he wasn’t really time traveling, they would all still be alive. Others would have died. Wilbur. Lorne. Perhaps others that dozen would have killed. It was war. They might even have killed Sarah.
Dirty, nasty stuff. I’m a doctor not a soldier, Jim.
“What does that mean? I know you are not from here—in Kentucky. But not from this time?” Sarah asked.
“I mean, I come from the future. A long time in the future. One day, I will have to return to that future,” Eugene said.
“Like the ghost of Christmas Future in Dickens?”
“Oh. Well, not exactly. In Dickens, the three ghosts were merely guides who showed what the three Christmases were and would be. In my case, I’ve literally traveled back in time and am physically here. Either that, or I am dreaming you and you’ll disappear when I wake up,” Eugene tried to explain.
“Or you’ll disappear when I wake up? Until that time, I’ll simply be living in this dream? It was a ghastly nightmare until you showed up,” Sarah said.
“It has been a nightmare since I showed up—until you came back along the trail to find me.” Eugene squeezed Sarah tightly. “I don’t want this to be a dream. But I’ve killed a dozen men since I arrived. It’s not the first time I’ve killed men in my past life experiences, but it is the most I’ve killed. I don’t know how to have this part of my experience be real, but to only have dreamed the former part.”
“All this is your way of telling me you are an insubstantial dream and will eventually leave me,” Sarah said.
“Whether it is tomorrow or in ten years, I don’t know,” Eugene said. “But it will happen.”
Not more than seven years. You cannot overlap your time in Chicago in 1871.
“Why would anyone from the future come here in the middle of a battle in which he’d be wounded? Certainly, he’d choose a better time and place,” Sarah said before Eugene could respond to Galahad.
“I always seem to arrive during a crisis of some sort. I was in Chicago in 1871. There was a great fire. I can’t overlap one time with another.”
“You were in Chicago or you will be?”
“Yes. I suppose so. It wasn’t my choice to land here in the midst of a battle.”
I did the best I could. You landed behind a tree and had time to get your rifle ready.
“Truly, Eugene, are you simply sent back in time to save someone in a crisis? Was it me? Or was it Lorne, who you dragged out of the firefight?”
“No. I mean one time I was sent back precisely in order to save a woman with whom I’ve since fallen deeply in love. But she is in my timeline, not in the past. I found her in 1979, and I am hoping to marry her this year. I mean in 1980.”
“Hmm. There is no sense in me being jealous of someone who has not yet been born,” Sarah mused. Eugene wondered why she would be jealous at all. “If not to rescue someone, then why are you here?”
“First, understand that I’ve been sent by someone who is still far in my own future, and I don’t understand all the reasons. I’m supposed to leave a genetic marker of some kind so it can be discovered sometime in the future and save mankind,” Eugene said.
“What is a ‘genetic marker’?”
“I scarcely understand it myself. You know, when a child is born, people can see a resemblance to his parents? Like same blue eyes. Same nose. Same curly hair. That kind of thing?”
“Yes. So?”
“That’s the result of inheriting characteristics in their genes from their parents. That’s really as much as I understand.”
“So, you were sent here to have bald children?” she asked, stroking his forehead.
“No. It’s a characteristic of some sort that won’t even be discovered for a couple hundred years. It’s supposed to improve humanity’s ability to survive in a cataclysm of some sort. I don’t know what it is because I have never traveled into the future—I mean my future—more than the normal day at a time,” Eugene said.
Sarah was quiet as she processed this information.
“Why you?” she asked. “Saving the human race seems to be a task for some great hero. Cú Chulainn should have been sent.”
“Who?”
“An Irish hero of the first century. My father came over from Ireland when he was young and was full of Irish legends. I was born here, though my elder brother traveled with Mum and Pa. Now, why were you chosen?”
“Sarah, I don’t know why I should be so free in telling you this. I believe I was given this task as punishment for my wickedness.”
That’s an interesting take. Why haven’t I heard this before?
“What wickedness? Were you a murderer?”
“No. I was unfaithful to my wife. I betrayed the church and my vows. When my illness was miraculously healed, God chose a different punishment that I could not escape because it is all in my head.”
“I take it you were divorced since you are now contemplating marriage with another,” Sarah said.
“Yes. The peace I have is found in the arms of my beloved.”
“How is this genetic marker you speak of transferred?”
“Through having children.”
“You are sent back in time to father children? How many?”
“Usually just one on each trip. Sometimes more.”
“Eugene, are you here to plant a baby in my womb and then disappear?” she demanded.
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