The Inheritance Paradox
Copyright© 2026 by aroslav
Chapter 7
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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 WENT TO WORK after his doctor’s appointment. It was payday and he wanted to be there to collect his pay envelope. Then he headed to the 50s Diner for dinner in hopes that he would see Lynn there.
It’s time to pay the devil.
“I just want to tell Lynn the good news.”
You’ll have a date tomorrow if you travel tonight.
“Yes, yes. Okay. I’ll drive out to that barn I found last week. No one will notice me disappear and then reappear out there.”
You’ll only be gone a second.
Eugene finished his dinner and got in the car.
“Just don’t snatch me while I’m driving. Let me concentrate.”
He found his place to park where he was sure no one would notice him. As soon as he turned off the engine, the disorientation hit him.
“Ah! Why do I always wake up strapped down and head clamped?” Eugene squawked when he awoke.
“A mere precaution. I don’t want you jumping around while I’m downloading your data. Give me a minute and I’ll set you free,” Wells said.
“What does that mean? Downloading data?”
“I told you I installed a very small computer chip in your brain. That chip, under the guidance of Galahad, collects data on your activities, health, and location. He is also the guidance system for your time travel. I need to check the collected data in order to determine if you are ready and capable of work. I extract the data from your computer chip onto my computer,” Wells explained.
“Right. Computers take up entire warehouses. I’m possessed. You’re looking at something the size of a transistor radio,” Eugene said, trying to turn his head for a better look.
“The ever-increasing ephemeralization of the universe, as Bucky termed it. Doing more and more with less and less. You’ll live to see devices this size in nearly everyone’s hand,” Wells said. “Well, you’ll live that long unless you die before then. I still don’t know all the factors that go into that. Your watch should show you if you are approaching your expiration.”
The straps on Eugene released and he stood up from the dentist chair. He’d always hated those things. If Wells had told him to open wide, he’d have been through with this whole adventure. He looked over Wells’s shoulder at the little screen. He didn’t comprehend anything he saw.
“So, you’re cancer free. Your clock adjusted to account for the extra ten minutes you overlapped with your previous timeline. Congratulations. I can’t see any sign of a rift in the space-time continuum. You look fit for your first assignment.”
“Assignment,” Eugene repeated. “This is where I’m supposed to go get some poor girl pregnant. Are you sure this is ethical?”
“No. I’m sure it is necessary. This is a poor time for you to be developing morals,” Wells snapped. “I’ve done my best to select a time and place that won’t be too unfamiliar for your first outing. You’ll be going back just a hundred years in the past, give or take a decade. Galahad will figure the exact temporal coordinates. It is in America, so English is the dominant spoken language, though you might hear German, Spanish, Irish, and an odd mix of others. There is not much in the way of paper money, so I’ve provided you with coinage that will be accepted. Just don’t show too much of it all at once. Ten dollars goes a long way.”
“I guess that’s a relief. How am I supposed to meet and woo a woman there?” Eugene asked. Wells handed him some clothes and motioned to a dressing room where Eugene stripped everything and dressed in the slightly strange clothes.
“Prostitution is common in this place and time. My advice is to find a house of ill-repute, if you will, and pay a courtesan for her services. You’ll have enough money to leave her to care for her child. You see, it doesn’t need to be a love affair. You simply need to plant the seed in a willing woman.”
“You make this all sound so transactional. Do you even care who the woman is?”
“Not really. We know the likely ethnicity, the population density, and the migratory path. It’s designed to spread the gene as widely as possible and still concentrate it on where Lynn Dorsey is.”
“Is it necessary for me to remove all my clothes? This union suit is rather scratchy.”
“It will likely be cold. We’re targeting later in the year. And your underwear would be a dead giveaway that you weren’t from that time. That brand hasn’t been invented yet.”
Eugene pulled on the wool socks and one-piece thermal underwear. He glanced in a mirror and noticed the pendant he still wore around his neck.
You shouldn’t wear that.
He’d worn it ever since he’d found out about the high school girl who’d made it for him. He didn’t take it off but tucked it down inside the thermals and kept dressing. Shirt, heavy trousers, vest, sack coat, work boots, leather cap. His John Lennon-style long umbrella mustache and sideburns actually looked pretty natural with this outfit.
It’s the only thing they look good with. You need a barber.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked out to see Wells again.
“Yes. Not bad. You’re just a working stiff at any one of what could be a dozen or more jobs. Galahad will feed you background as you need it. Here is the coin purse. Keep it inside your trousers. Don’t show it around or you’ll get mugged. A meal in a boarding house will cost about forty cents. Obviously, you need to finish your task before your money runs out, or you’ll have to earn some. General manual labor will earn about seventy-five cents a day. A decent working girl should cost about two dollars. Get a young one. You don’t want to risk her being past bearing. Now, check your watch and keep it with you at all times.”
Eugene opened the cover and looked at the strange dial. It made no sense at all.
“I still don’t get it. It doesn’t even have the hours of the day on it.”
“The expiration of my time to travel came as a surprise to me, trapping me in this dimension. This is to prevent the same thing from happening to you. It keeps track of your time—not the time of day, but how much time you have lived over and above your normal life. It shows your real age on this dial. Just now, it doesn’t make much difference because your real age is only ten minutes more than your normal timeline. I expect your adventure to take you a few days this time. You can’t expect a woman to get pregnant the first time you’re with her. That time will be added to your natural age.”
“I talked to my doctor today. I told him I planned to use my new health and life to do something good. It just doesn’t feel like popping in to get a girl pregnant and then leaving is a good thing. If I need to spend fifty years with her, I’ll do it.”
How noble of you.
“One more thing. Here’s a map. I don’t know how specifically Galahad will be able to land you. Remember, unlike having your car in your normal life, we don’t have a target to put you down in. We don’t know when people will be around to see you appear. You’ll need to locate yourself on the map and make your way to the red light district.”
Eugene folded the map and put it in an inside pocket. A prostitute. What right did he have to question the woman’s profession. In a way, he was just a prostitute as well. He settled back in the chair with his knapsack and money. Then the disorientation hit.
Error! Recalculating!
Eugene was pulled out of the water before he was completely submerged.
New route! Now arriving.
He landed near a dock between a pile of lumber and a half-loaded barge.
“I’m soaking wet!”
Not completely. I got you out before you went under.
“I’m supposed to be happy about that? My hat isn’t wet. I need to head toward town and get dried out. I won’t even be able to get a room in this condition.”
I ... think you might not need to worry about that.
Eugene stepped out from behind the stack of lumber to see a wall of flames not more than a block away.
“What’s going on?”
There’s a fire.
“Thank you, Mr. Obvious. Where are we?”
The best I can calculate is that you are on the docks near the river—just to your right.
Eugene pulled the slightly soggy map out of his inner pocket. It wasn’t completely wet, saved from the lake water by the layers of clothing, but the water was rapidly soaking through.
“The Lake is on the east side of the city. Facing away from it should be west. The river is here. The area Wells circled is southwest of here. Okay. That way.”
This would be so much easier with GPS.
“What’s that?”
Never mind. You wouldn’t understand.
“Whatever. It didn’t help you avoid the water on the way in.”
The Lakeshore is in a different place here/now!
“All right. I’ve been to Chicago before. That’s it, isn’t it. You dropped us in Chicago right in front of the Great Fire of...”
Eugene opened the watch and worked out MDCCC and seventy-one notches.
“1871,” he breathed. “Everything is going to burn. Couldn’t you have chosen a better time?”
Temporal travel is not really an exact science. I just chose a good time for general weather.
Eugene headed west and in less than a block he was forced to divert farther north. He got to the river and started to work along it. People were standing in the water and floating in small boats off the shore. Much of the waterfront was already burned. The streets were still hot, steam rising from the mud where a futile stand had been made against the fire. The fire had already jumped the river to the north side. On the south side, embers glowed with occasional flames still leaping. People had already fled from the downtown area.
You can thank me for thinking to get you wet before you tried to walk through fire.
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