The Inheritance Paradox
Copyright© 2026 by aroslav
Chapter 4
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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’s Story)
EUGENE OPENED HIS EYES to find himself in his Corvair. He was a little disoriented but didn’t feel drunk any longer. His immediate thought was that he must have stumbled to the car and slept off the alcohol. He had no idea what time it was. Bits of a strange conversation crossed his mind and were quickly dismissed.
He put the key in the ignition and started the car.
Where are you going?
“I’m getting out of here. Nothing here is any of my business. I got drunk, had weird dreams, and now I’m leaving.” Somehow his voice didn’t assure him. It was too strange. He couldn’t possibly have been sent back in time. He looked up into the rearview mirror, ready to put the car in reverse. A flash of red caught his eye as Lynn rushed past the corner of the bar with three men close behind.
“Oh, shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” Eugene declared, using the strongest language he was capable of. He frantically looked around the vehicle and grabbed his baseball bat. He jumped out of the car with it still running and dashed toward the men closing on Lynn.
The first was near enough to grab her arm and tear the red jacket off her shoulder. Eugene screamed a wordless epithet and swung the bat at the assailant. It was neither a well-timed nor well-aimed hit. He hit the assailant a glancing blow on the shoulder. He released Lynn’s arm and turned to face Eugene with a yell.
Strike one.
He needed to make the next swing count before the other two reached him. He couldn’t realign himself but swung in an upward arc. It slid between the attacker’s legs and he doubled over, nearly pulling the bat out of Eugene’s hands.
Foul balls!
The second guy was launching himself in a kick aimed at Eugene’s head. Eugene swung the bat back as the foot grazed his forehead. He connected solidly with the guy’s off knee. He heard and could feel the crack as the guy crumpled to the ground.
It’s a hit!
The third thug apparently assumed the other two could take care of the idiot with a bat. Instead, he grabbed Lynn before she could get out of the way. She struggled against him a few steps away from Eugene. Eugene jumped over the guy he’d just crippled. Lynn slapped her assailant just as Eugene swung the bat. He was afraid he’d hit her and pulled his swing slightly. Nonetheless, he smashed the bat into the side of the rapist’s head. He could feel the head cave in and blood spurt from the side.
Home run!
Lynn looked at the falling thug and then at her hand before she saw Eugene in front of her with the bat. She started to back away, but Eugene reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward his car as the kneecapped thug and the neutered thug tried to get to their feet. He opened the passenger door and pushed Lynn into the car, right on top of the various papers, books, and the coffee mug on the seat. He wished he’d cleaned it.
Eugene jumped into the driver’s seat and pulled the door closed behind him as he put the car in reverse, floored the accelerator, and popped the clutch. The first guy he’d hit was headed toward them and Eugene backed into him as the tires squealed. Then he raced out of the parking lot and down the street.
“What? What are you doing?” Lynn shouted. “Who are you?”
“Taxi. Where to, lady?” Eugene quipped.
“Are you serious? I was just attacked in a parking lot, and a bat-swinging maniac kidnapped me!” she cried. She was panting and could hardly speak through her panting.
She could probably have you arrested.
“No! Really?” Eugene couldn’t believe his rotten luck. “Hospital? Are you hurt?”
“Hurt? I don’t know. My jacket is a wreck. I don’t think I have more than a bruise on my arm,” she said. Tears began to flow from her eyes. She was in shock. “I can’t believe they just left me while I was in the restroom.”
“Just tell me where to take you home. Maybe choose some better friends next time.”
“Right on Holmes,” she sobbed. “Are you going to ... rape me?”
“No! God, no! Those guys in the parking lot ... They’re the ones who followed you out of the bar. I’m Eugene. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m glad you’re okay,” Eugene said, the adrenaline beginning to bleed from his body. He could feel his heart still thumping in his ears.
Lynn sniffled and turned to look at him, pulling the coffee mug out from under her.
“The last guy who told me he wouldn’t hurt me broke my heart.”
“I’m afraid I’ve done that before. I’ve sworn to never do it again,” Eugene said. “I’ll never put a woman through that misery again so long as I live.”
“You mean you actually learned your lesson?” she asked, huffing a partial laugh. “The guy who broke my heart went on to break the heart of the girl he cheated on me with.”
“Learning my lesson came too late to do me any good. Just tell me where to take you, Lynn.”
“How do you know my name?” she said, crowding the door and looking for the handle.
Now you’ve done it.
“I ... uh ... I heard it in the bar. I’m sure that was where I heard it.”
She doesn’t remember you from the bar.
“Just let me off here. I can make it home by myself.”
“I’m not a stalker. The truth is...”
You can’t tell her the truth!
“An old guy tipped me off. I was just in my car, and this fellow came up in a panic and said somebody was going to rape Lynn. Please help. I didn’t have time to think because I saw the guys follow you toward the parking lot. I just ran to ... um ... you know. I’m not a stalker, I promise.”
“Right. Take the next left and I’m in the second building on the right,” Lynn said. She wasn’t sure why she trusted him, but it was true that he’d just saved her. He was just a little weird. What was new? She attracted weird guys. Apparently, she sought them out. That was certainly the case with Guru Ma Mahama.
Eugene pulled to the curb and jumped out of the car to run around and open her door. She slipped out of the car and edged away from him.
“I won’t follow you,” he said. “I mean, I just wanted to get you home safely. I’d like to see you again, though. You know, just to be sure you’re okay. Would you like to go to dinner next Saturday?”
“That was smooth,” she said, backing toward the door of the apartment building. “Thank you for coming to my rescue. I’m definitely going to find better friends who don’t abandon me in strange places.”
“Maybe even avoid strange places,” Eugene said. “Well, good ... goodnight. I’m glad you’re safe.”
He headed back to the driver’s door as she walked up the steps. He wasn’t going to escort her to the door as skittish as she was, and there didn’t seem to be any additional dangers lurking around. He still waited by the car until she was at the door. She turned and looked at him.
“What time and where?” she called back. He almost missed what she was talking about.
“Six-thirty at La Paloma on Saturday,” he quickly called back.
“Clean your car!”
She went through the door as Eugene stared agape. He had a date.
Oh, Wells isn’t going to like this.
Eugene drove to a shopping center where he knew the police didn’t usually check overnight vehicles. He could spend the night there and then start trying to put his life together in the morning. He was going to need a place to stay and a job. He might only live a few weeks, but next week he had a date!
Once he leaned back in the seat, a sudden surge of disorientation hit him again.
Eugene’s disorientation lasted only a few seconds, and his eyes flashed open in the strange hospital laboratory he’d found himself in before. He was strapped down with his head once again in a clamp.
“Hey! What gives? Why am I strapped down like I’m in A Clockwork Orange? Are you that crazy doctor?” he screamed.
“Relax. I just didn’t want you jumping around while we’re downloading your data. That does it. We’ll release things now, but you might want to stay seated. This sometimes leaves people a little woozy,” the doctor said.
“People? How many have you brought here?” Eugene asked.
“It’s still experimental,” the doctor said.
Just you and him.
“You got woozy?”
“Every time. You’re doing well.”
“Who are you, anyway, doctor?”
“Wells. This is just a waypoint between times. I’ll get you back as soon as I patch you up.” Wells stopped and looked at a device Eugene could only catch a glimpse of. Wells turned and looked Eugene up and down. “You aren’t injured. Just a scrape on your forehead. Why not?”
“I didn’t let them get a solid hit in,” Eugene said. “I attacked them and rescued the girl.”
“Rescued?”
He’s mad now.
“You said she needed to live. She’s alive and whole,” Eugene said. “We’ve got a date next Saturday.”
“A date? You and Lynn Dorsey?” Wells exclaimed. “Let me get this straight. I tell you the woman is vital to the survival of the human race, so you decide you’d like to screw her? What makes you think you should ‘date’ the most important person in the world?”
“That’s not what I thought. She’s a sweet girl and I wanted to make sure she was okay.”
“You want to be her protector? Her guardian?”
“I’m not ... Wouldn’t be...”
“Never mind. You want a bigger role. You did show remarkable initiative. You aren’t really stupid. You might have potential,” Wells mused. It seemed he was used to talking to himself. “I’ll make you a deal.”
“A deal?” Eugene said skeptically.
“You showed some ingenuity in saving Lynn. I need a time traveler.”
He’s got you now.
“A time traveler?” Eugene asked. “You mean someone to keep going back and fixing things?”
“Not so glamorous. I was going to try to find a strong athlete or military man, but maybe fate has given me an answer,” Wells said.
“An answer to what?”
“I need a time traveler who can be a genetic courier to the distant past. Humanity is facing a crisis,” Wells said.
“It is?”
“Not in your immediate time. A hundred years in the future—your future—we face extinction. I’ve been there and I’ve seen it.”
“Crap. They’re going to blow the world up, aren’t they? I knew it.”
“You can think of it that way if you wish. I shouldn’t give you too much information about what comes in the future. Not if you’re going back,” Wells said.
“So, you’re a time traveler,” Eugene said.
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