Chapter 03: Dining with the Douglas Family
During the next month the relationship between Gavin, Catherine and Tiffany developed into a joyful union. The sisters were willingly sharing Gavin and he was getting a lot of pussy. They could seldom all be together, but when they were it was for some unbridled lovemaking.
Catherine spent some time prepping her parents for meeting Gavin. Especially her father, who was against the relationship. He became angry when Catherine told her parents she was dating Gavin. Clement referred to Gavin as trailer trash.
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"Are you sure you want to do it?" Catherine asked as she guided her car along the long driveway to her parents' mansion.
Gavin was sitting deep in thought in the passenger seat. He was thrilled that he would soon be facing his enemy. After Clement Douglas had fired his father and made his family's economy crumble Gavin had started to hate him with a vengeance. Now he was fucking his two darling daughters and even though his father now had a new job and their economy was righting itself, he still hated Clement Douglas. He just couldn't wait to make it clear to the business tycoon that he had seduced Catherine.
"Yes, it'll be fun," Gavin answered Catherine as he looked at the majestic elm trees.
Seconds later Catherine brought her car to a halt outside the huge mansion.
"Gavin, I know you say you would like to have dinner with my family, but please don't be insulted by my father. My mother is fine, but my father is an old bear. Please don't let him bother you," Catherine said giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "His bark is a lot worse than his bite."
Gavin didn't know about that. His father had experienced Clement Douglas' bite and it had almost destroyed his family. But he was following his plan to get close to the family and when the time arrived he would seek out his final revenge, so he replied, "Relax baby. He can't say or do anything, that will turn me away from you and Tiffany."
Smiling, the couple got out of the car and made their way to the front door. Catherine just walked in and shouted, "It's me. I'm home. I've got Gavin with me."
Gavin half expected a maid to appear in the hallway but instead Abigail Douglas emerged from a side room with a smile. Gavin took in Catherine and Tiffany's mother. It was obvious where the daughters' beauty had come from. Abigail was wearing a red summer dress that fitted tightly beneath the voluptuous thrust of her breasts. Her platinum blond hair had been drawn loosely back from her gorgeous face in a big red clip. She looked like a goddess with full moist lips below a small nose and high cheekbones. The red dress clung lovingly to every proud curve, a figure that oozed a warm sex appeal that made Gavin take a deep breath. He loved the way Abigail's pendulous, D-cup tits jiggled as she walked towards him. She looked extremely comfortable in her three inch heels. She wore little jewelry, onyx studs in her ears with a small diamond mounted in each stud and a tasteful onyx necklace. There was a feminine and tasteful watch on her wrist.
A combination of admiration and lust pushed every other thought from Gavin's head as he began to move forward. When he reached Abigail he held out a bouquet of pink roses and said, "Thank you for the invitation. I have been looking forward to meet you."
Abigail took the flowers and looked at her daughter's boyfriend. There was no denying he was an attractive boy...no, make that a man. Of course she had seen Gavin at the country club but being so close to him made her aware of his broad shoulders, trim hips and his long, powerful legs. She realized he was a glorious vision of athletic perfection and oozed raw masculinity. She had no trouble understanding Catherine's infatuation with him.
"Thank you so much Gavin. You shouldn't have," Abigail said as she took the bouquet from his strong hands.
"My mother told me that flowers always help make a good impression. And I always do as my mother says," Gavin grinned.
Abigail laughed, "Maybe that could rub off on Catherine. Lately she has been very sure of herself."
"Mom, don't start telling stories," Catherine said with a smile.
"I can't make such a promise, but let's go to the kitchen. I left Tiffany in charge so maybe we will have to order pizza," Abigail said and winked at Gavin.
They all laughed and went to join Tiffany in the Douglas kitchen. Tiffany was dressed in a short black skirt with a tight, low cut white tank top and she welcomed Gavin warmly.
Soon Abigail and her daughters were chatting with Gavin and there was a lot of laughter. Abigail was really impressed by Gavin's wit and clever remarks. Before meeting him like this, she had thought he was maybe using her daughter's position in society, but it fast became clear to her that it wasn't the case. Gavin seemed genuinely in love with Catherine.
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Twenty minutes later Clement Douglas marched into the kitchen. Gavin took in his sworn enemy. It was obvious he came from money and still had a lot of money. Clement Douglas looked kind of distinguished with shortish steel-gray hair cut back in a sharp, severe style, and deep, china-blue eyes which seemed unfriendly. On one hand Clement appeared to be a cold, calculating businessman but on the other, an overweight, arrogant, rude and abusive man.
Catherine began saying, "Hi father, allow me to introduce you to Gavin."
After some time Clement extended a hand to Gavin which felt every bit as cold and clammy as its owner.
"How do you do, Kevin?" Clement said shaking his hand
Gavin just took it in stride as he corrected Clement Douglas. "It's Gavin Mr. Douglas and I'm doing very well, thank you."
"My daughter likes to downplay our family's status, but I have to stress the fact, that I think people's social background plays a huge part in what they become."
"What a jerk," Gavin thought then replied, "I know what you mean, but I also think a loving environment means a lot."
"Well I don't think you're right..." Clement said but was interrupted by Abigail trying to diffuse the situation.
"Stop battering Gavin and let's eat. Come Gavin, the dining room's this way."
Gavin was led into a spacious, well-lit room, the centerpiece of which was a large oval table. Soon the food was on the table and they all sat down. Imposing French windows afforded a view of immaculately trimmed lawns and formal gardens which stretched as far as the eye could see.
"My daughter has told me very little about you. Young people are so strange nowadays. Catherine barely tells me anything and it was only by chance I even discovered that she had a boyfriend."
Turning to her father, Catherine interjected.
"Father that's hardly fair. It's not as though you're even interested in what I'm doing or ever have time to talk to me."
