Family Duty

Deniz hit the final note on his graduate recital and then it was all over. The packed recital hall all stood and applauded. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his saxophone professor, who was clapping loudly than anyone. It was then that Deniz realized he killed it, and he beamed with pride.

He had to convince his father not to record it; it was live streamed and uploaded to a YouTube page that anyone could access. Deniz's father wanted their family back in Turkey to see it. He scanned the room for his parents and sister and they were clapping, and it didn't seem that his father broke any copyright laws. Deniz was even more relieved.

His parents took him out to dinner with his boyfriend afterward (who was his accompanist) and his mother couldn't stop asking what Deniz was planning next.

"I think I'm gonna go for my doctorate ma. I know I've got an ed degree, but I really want to teach at the collegiate level. I really need a doctorate for that. Saxophone is so competitive."

His French mother knew very well about performing, she herself was a cellist. His father was from Turkey, and they met in the states at college. Both had family in the US. His mother was actually a dual citizen, and his father immigrated before he was born.

Deniz's father Emir was a doctor, and his parents bickered over whether he should do music or medicine, but ultimately music won. However, Deniz did have a dual undergrad major in music education and biology.

It was late May, and Deniz was taking a rest from his studies before he moved to another city to start his doctorate. Craig, his boyfriend, was going with him; (Craig decided to get a doctorate in collaborative piano, and he was also excepted to the same college).

Deniz got a ring on his phone around 8:00am, and it quickly woke him up. It was his dad.

BABA

"Hey. I have a favor to ask you. Your second cousin Eren is getting married. Your grandfather is brothers with his grandfather. I was supposed to attend, but something has came up with work and I can't make it. I'll pay for the trip. Its next week."

Deniz looked at the text and groaned. His father's family lived in a small town about a two hour drive from Ankara. He hadn't been to Turkey since he was little, and only vaguely remembered Eren. His father usually went back for family events.

Deniz had nothing going on, and couldn't think of a good excuse to not go fast enough. Plus, Craig would be gone for the summer to teach at a music camp. Deniz messaged him back:

DENIZ

"Sure Baba, I'll go. But you know my Turkish is shit."

BABA

"Ha. Yeah I know. Eren's father Ahmet can pick you up at the airport. His English is decent, and Eren's too. Thanks Deniz! I owe you one."

A week later, Deniz landed in Ankara Turkey. Both Ahmet and Eren were present to pick him up, and they began to make the two hour journey to their town. Their English was definitely better than Deniz's Turkish.

"We watched your recital Deniz, your musical talents are amazing." Ahmet said, and Deniz's cousins were beaming at him wide-eyed.

"Uh, thanks. Yeah, dad wanted me to be a doctor but music was my calling. So, are you ready to get married Eren?"

Eren's smile faded and he looked a bit sad, but then turned back to Deniz and said "yes, she is the love of my life."

During the drive, Deniz learned that Ahmet was a farmer with his sons, and they owned a lot of property in the town. Eren and his wife were both 30. Deniz vaguely remembered Eren being older than him. Deniz thought of it a bit odd for Eren to be getting married so old. If he remembered correctly, it was common for people there to get married at his age, or younger (Deniz was 23).

They arrived in town, and Deniz was to stay at Ahmet's. That night they had a big feast, with several relatives from his father's family attending. Ela, Eren's fiancé wasn't in attendance, as she was celebrating the upcoming nuptials with her own family. The wedding was two days away, and apparently an even bigger feast and party was to take place.

Eren spent a lot of time with Deniz, showing him pictures and documents in old albums in Eren's bedroom. Deniz realized Eren loved history and wanted to go the university to be a historian, but it simply wasn't meant to be. Eren was needed to help his father and brothers run the family farm.

Deniz spotted a picture of Eren, who looked a bit younger, with a pretty young woman. "Is this Ela?" He asked.

Eren's eyes got huge and quickly put his hand on the picture, covering it, before placing his hands in his face. His eyes started to water.

Deniz quickly realized that it wasn't Ela, and excused himself to the bathroom. When we returned, the door to Eren's room was shut.

"Ok, whatever that was about, he needs space."

Deniz was tired anyway, and tomorrow he was to attend a wedding.

That night, Eren had a nightmare. He saw Ceren. Seeing her face in the picture probably put the image back in his mind. Ceren was pleading with her father. Begging him to change his mind. But to no avail. The next part of the dream was Eren watching her get married, and he was not her groom.

Deniz had never attended a traditional Turkish wedding. He found it interesting and liked the tradition. Eren seemed to be in better spirits, and his embrace with Ela was lovely and genuine.

At the feast, Deniz was seated with Ela's mother, an older woman about 70, and Ela's uncle. Apparently Ela's father had died in a work accident many years ago and her mother never remarried.

The older woman was a family friend, who aided with Ela's mother after her husband's death, and even more so when she lost her parents. They were all from a much smaller village in the mountains. None of them knew any English, but the old woman -Banu- knew a little.

After everyone had their plates and were seated, Banu poured two small bowls of what looked like a soup mixture. She handed one to Deniz, and asked "eat? Very good."

Deniz had already had a plateful, but the soup smelled delicious. Plus, it was a small serving. Why not. Ela then came over to the table and hugged and kissed her relatives, and Banu. Ela picked up the other bowl and started slurping the soup.

"Lezzitli! Delicious Banu!" She said, then turned to Deniz.

"Deniz! The musician! So glad you are here."

Ela's mother spoke something in Turkish that Deniz didn't recognize. It definitely had some regional dialect in it. He looked at Ela confused.

Ela explained "She says you look like Eren. Very handsome!." She then kissed his cheek and went to go dance with Eren.

Deniz realized that yeah, he and Eren looked similar. Deniz's skin was slightly more fair, but they were about the same height and the same build. Not muscular, but normal average sized bodies.

Deniz started to catch his gaze on a man that was standing alone by the desert table. He had no idea who the man was, and he was sure he wasn't a relative. The man was hot. Nice muscles, pretty smile, tight pants.

"Fuck" Deniz thought. This it not the place. His family here didn't know of his orientation, and he wanted to keep it that way. He was only here to fulfill a family duty; nothing more. But, his dick had other plans. He remained seated at the table for the remainder of the party, and his aching dick remained hard.

"I guess its been a while," he thought, and realized he was going to have to take care of the problem at some point before bed.

The guests were leaving, and Deniz realized he would have to get up. Only him and Banu remained at the table. The feast took place in a building within walking distance of Ahmet's house, and he was planning on walking back to it when the festivities were over. His dick still hadn't let up. He felt like he was going to bust out of his pants.

Banu then held his hand, and said "up. Come."

Deniz had to hide his erection as he followed Banu. She led him to a small house on the far side of the Ahmet's property, and Deniz recognized Eren, smoking a cigarette.

"Eren?" Deniz said, and Eren approached him with a hug. "Cousin." And then Eren broke into tears. Sobs. All Deniz could do was hold him tight. Banu watched patiently from a distance.

Deniz took Eren's face in his hands. "Whatever it is, please tell me Eren. What is it?"

They locked eyes. "I'm steril, sterile. I can't have children. I was sick a long time ago, it left me steril. It cost me Ceren. Ela is different. She understand, her anne (mama) understand. But we want a baby. Can you help.?"

It took a while for Eren's words to register. Then Deniz realized: they want my sperm. Deniz gazed at Eren as he thought, "well, I guess I can get off in a cup. That would definitely get rid of this hard on."

And the pieces started to come together. This was probably planned since the family knew Deniz was coming. Before he could protest, Banu took his hand.

"Please. I help. Come."

And she led him into the small house. Eren followed.

Deniz finally spoke

"Ok cousin, I'll do this for you. But, why me?"

At that point, Ela appeared wearing a thin robe.

"You're genes, and you look like Eren. And you are kind."

"But I'm.." Deniz didn't have the heart to tell them he was gay, but if he was getting off in a cup, he supposed it didn't matter. As long at they didn't want to watch.

"Ok. So, I'm guessing you want to do this now." He looked at Eren. "Syringe?" And he mimed using a syringe.

The three of them looked at Deniz like he had three heads.

Eren then said: "Cousin, that is forbidden in our customs. It must be natural."

Then Deniz thought of his hard on. The soup. Banu must have put something in the soup.

"They want me to do what?!" He thought to himself, and his mind started to race.

Banu said something to Ela in Turkish, or whatever dialect of Turkish they spoke, and she started to guide him into another room.

"Thank you cousin," Eren said. "I'll be right here. Thank you."

At this point Deniz didn't know what to think, but he was becoming hornier by the minute, and at this point he would consider fucking anything. (Within reason). His six inch dick was swollen and achy.

After the door was closed, Banu started to help him take off his clothes, and then pointed to what looked like a massage table. He assumed he was to lay down. Deniz did what was directed.

Banu then put a blind fold over his eyes, and Deniz heard another person enter the room. It was Ela.

"Its me Deniz. I am sorry about the blindfold. I will also be wearing one when we copulate. Banu will help. She a medicine woman from my village, and we really want this to work, so we asked her help. I hope you don't mind."

Deniz didn't know what to think, but now his nutsack was starting to ache, and his balls were throbbing. And swollen? What the hell did Banu give him?

He then felt cold hands massage his balls with some oil like substance, and the burn and ache started to feel like a tingle. Relief. Then the hands lubed his dick, and held it as he could feel Ela descend upon his member.

It was the first time his penis had been in a vagina. Ela gasped slightly as she bottomed out on Deniz's dick. So. Hard. His swollen mushroom head caused her to shutter as it hit her cervix.

Ela started to alternate between grinding and a slow bounce on his cock, and Banu's hands were massaging his balls, and pushing on his taint. Deniz let Ela do all the work, and just laid back and enjoyed the ride.

Ela then grabbed Deniz's hands and placed them on her breasts.

For Deniz, the sensation was different than touching a man's chest. Her breasts were soft, but a nice dome shape, and he started to play with her nipples.

She then started playing with Deniz's nipples, and that was always a sensitive spot for him. He was surprised at how turned on he was fucking Ela.

He was also surprised at how he'd totally given into the fact that he was to breed her, fill her with his seed. He was going to give his cousin and his wife a baby. He had totally succumbed to their spell.

At one point Ela started to shake, and Deniz realized that she must have had an orgasm. He had never made another woman cum. For men, it was obvious. He found the experience getting a woman off intriguing and exciting.

Ela started to ride his dick harder after she came, and Deniz could feel his orgasm building. Banu was still massaging his balls and she started to squeeze them. No holding back now. He finally yelled "Cumming!" And shot rope after rope of semen into Ela's cunt, probably knocking her up right then and there. She stayed there for a bit, with his dick all the way inside her. When she got up, Deniz could feel juices run down his legs.

When she was gone, Banu took off his blind fold and helped clean him up with a towel.

"Now, we wait." She said.

Deniz's dick was still slightly hard as he put on his clothes. Eren and Ela were gone.

Banu remained in the house as Deniz was leaving.

"Soup will help, and oils. Yesekkurler. (Thank you)."

"Well, I can figure that word out at least," Deniz thought, and he walked back to the main house to his room.

The next morning, Deniz found out that Eren and Ela had went to Ankara to catch a plane to Izmir. Ahmet had paid for them to honeymoon there.

During the last few days of his trip in Turkey, he stayed with his grandparents across town to spend some quality time with them. At the end of the week, Ahmet drove him back to the airport in Ankara.

They didn't speak much, but as Deniz exited the car at the airport, Ahmet looked him straight in the eye and said "Thank you, cousin. You've helped our family more than you can ever know."

Deniz just nodded. He collected his bags and walked to his terminal. On the plane back to the states, he thought back at something he thought about earlier in Turkey. "He was just here to perform a family duty."

How those words never felt more real.

After he got back to his life, Deniz and Craig moved to a new city and into a new apartment. He didn't dare tell anyone what happened in Turkey. Deniz tried to block it out of his mind, and with his doctorate studies, he didn't have much time to think about it anyway.

In March, during spring break, Deniz got an email from Eren. It was a picture of him and Ela, and (three?!) babies in a hospital room. Three babies. All boys.

Other than the picture, there were just three words in the email: "Thank you, Deniz."