**This is another of my stories that was too long to fit into a single post and had to be broken in half. Sorry, I guess my fingers get talkative sometimes. See the first part of this** [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jul3w5/the_taylor_family_1_the_beginning_my_version_of_a/)
The hour was late, the lights were turned out, and the girls had gone to bed, but neither of them was sleeping.
An effort had been made to keep everything looking as normal as possible when their mother had come up to give them their usual goodnight kiss, but the tension between the two teenagers was palpable. Ruth was certain that her mother must have sensed it – who could have missed it, after all? – but supposed that she had probably written it off as yet another spat. It was just as well as neither of the girls was prepared to even try to talk this out with her.
Lying in her bed now and staring in silence at the ceiling, the fact was that she could not have slept at that point had her life depended on it thanks to all the turmoil. It was plain to her that her sister was having the same problem as she could hear Kristen grumbling to herself on the other side of the room, tossing and turning over in her own bed.