Warnings: Winsisters (they have always been girls), femmeslash, underage (Sam 14/15, Dean 18/19), first-time, fingering, cunnilingus, tribadism, endearments
Deanna could admit it. She was jealous of her little sister's tits. She knew she shouldn't be, but they were so full and perky and little Sammy had no goddamned clue.
She glanced in the rearview mirror, Samantha strapped in in the middle seat, legs sprawled lazily, arms crossed beneath her breasts. And Jesus, Sam's arms were practically pushing her boobs up to her chin. She wasn't wearing anything special, typical hunter gear of plaid over shirt, jeans, and boots. But the white camisole she was wearing under her green flannel only emphasized the full curve of her chest, boobs jiggling with every nook they hit in the road.
Deanna couldn't take her eyes away. She knew her own chest wasn't huge by any means, but it wasn't as if she got any complaints. She saw the way all the guys looked at Sammy, though. The way their eyes never failed to gravitate toward the large chest supported by Sam's slender frame.
But Sam had never had a boyfriend, or girlfriend, as far as Deanna knew. Something for which she was completely grateful. It seemed like something Sam would tell her if she had started dating anyone.
Sam sighed and shifted, arms falling to her sides after she stretched.
Deanna swallowed hard, Sam's cami slipping lower, chest practically spilling out of her top.
"Hm?" asked Deanna, pretending to straighten her faux hawk in the rearview mirror.
"Were you not listening to me this whole time? Sammy, tell your sister what I said," sighed John, Sam's put-upon sigh making him shake his head.
Sam leaned forward, arms crossed over the back of the front bench seat. "Dad said he's gotta meet a witness right when we get into town so he's gonna drop us off and you need to check us in, Dean."
"R-right. I can do that," said Deanna, dropping her hands from her hair and smoothing out her tank.
"Good. You know what to do when you two get inside."
"Lock the door and salt the room," they said in unison, looking at one another and snorting.
"Yeah, yeah, real funny," said John, rubbing his palm down his face, fingers catching on his neck scruff. "I'll definitely be back tonight so the shower better be free."
"Should be, unless Samantha back there needs to wash her hair tonight."
"Fuck you, Dee."
"Really, Dad? We hunt monsters and you're going to criticize us on our language?"
"No need for sass, Sammy." John sighed and pulled into the motel parking lot. "Alright, everyone out."
"What do you mean everyone, there's only two of us," grumbled Sam, sliding out of the back when Deanna opened the door for her.
"C'mon, Sammy, Dad doesn't need any of your shit right now," said Deanna, patting the trunk and taking their bags out after Dad popped it. Samantha took her duffle and slung it over her head, strap between her breasts. She stared for a moment and muttered, "After you, little sister."
Deanna smiled at the front-desk clerk, frowning when his eyes automatically went to Sam, hip pressed against the counter. "Hey there," she said, leaning in front of Sam to get the clerk's attention. "Can we get a room with two queens? Maybe a cot, too?"
Sammy sighed. "We would like a room, please. Preferably one with two queens and a cot if any are available."
"Sorry, no cots," said the clerk, leaning over the counter and grinning at Sam. "Number twelve is free. Two queens, too."
"We'll take it," said Deanna, pushing Sam behind her.
The guy finally turned his attention to Deanna. "I'll need an ID and a credit card, sweetheart."
Deanna pulled her wallet from her back pocket and slid her fake ID and credit card across the counter. "Will these do?"
"Sure will," said the guy, winking as he turned around and scanned the ID and card. He handed over the two cards and the room key. "Out the door and to the left. Let me know if either of you need anything."
"Right, thanks," muttered Deanna, turning around. "Let's go, Sammy."
They exited check-in and headed toward their room, Dad and the Impala already gone.
"Ew, that asshole was totally looking at your ass when we left."
"I'm sure. He was definitely more interested in your tits than he was in actually making money off of us."
"He was not."
"I can't even with you, girl."
"What, he wasn't!"
Deanna rolled her eyes and unlocked the door, pushing it open and gesturing Samantha inside. "Get in. Put down your duffle."
"What's the matter with you?"
"It's not your fault, but when you carry your duffel like that it makes your boobs look enormous and he was hardcore perving on you, Sammy."
Sam frowned and pulled up her cami, tugging her flannel to cover her front. "I wasn't trying to get his attention or anything," she said quietly, slumping down on the end of the bed further away from the door.
"I know, kiddo," said Deanna, dropping her duffel next to their bed and rifling around for the salt containers. "Here, you take the windows; I'll get the bathroom and the door."
"Roger," said Sammy, kicking off her boots before going for the windows.
Deanna sighed, watching from the bathroom as Samantha splayed out on their bed, already hunkered down with one of the tomes Dad had given her to read. Sammy didn't appreciate their having to move so often, but give the girl a book and she was happy. Dean wasn't sure when her little sister turned into Belle.
"You going to keep creeping or you going to come in here?"
"Sorry. I just—we've been here for five minutes and you're already reading."
"So? Did you want to train or something?" asked Sam, looking up at Deanna, pushing her layered hair away from her face.
Deanna rolled her eyes and shot the black hair-tie around her wrist at Samantha. "Christ, you need a haircut."
"Whatever," grumbled Sam, haphazardly pulling her hair back. "I don't have the bone structure to pull off super short, Dee."
"Of course you don't," said Deanna, rubbing her cheekbones with her thumb and middle finger.
"Shut up. Watch some TV or something," said Sammy, kicking her legs up and crossing her ankles.
Deanna sighed and did as Sammy said. She kicked off her sneakers and jumped onto the bed next to her sister, smirking at Sam's annoyed expression. "Don't mind me," she teased, grabbing the remote from the nightstand and flicking on the TV.
"I won't if you keep it down," said Sam, flicking her gaze at Deanna, smiling when Dean turned it down.
Deanna settled on one of the many crime scene investigation shows. She set the remote back on the side table, not paying much attention to the television; Sam's flailing legs all but blocked the view of the TV. She didn't care though, gaze going back to the press of Sam's chest against the mattress. Her sister's camisole pulled down, bra and breasts on full display.
Sammy didn't have a care in the world, absently chewing on the pen she'd tucked into the tome, brow slightly furrowed as she read. She shifted, dropping her pen in front of the book, crossing one arm in front of her chest and resting her head in her palm.
"Hm?" Sammy looked up at Deanna, arched brow cocked. "What?"
Deanna shrugged, reaching out, breath catching when Samantha didn't stop her. She pressed her index finger against Sam's boob, catching her bottom lip between her teeth at the soft-firmness.
Sam rolled her eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Christ, what cup size are you these days?" asked Deanna, poking Sam's chest again.
"I dunno, C? It's kind of hard to go bra shopping with Dad around, y'know?" Sam watched as Deanna poked her chest again. "Seriously, what are you doing?"
Deanna shrugged again, pulling her hand back and cupping her chest through her tank. "How'd you get all the boob genes?"
"Whatever. I'd rather have more of an ass than huge breasts, Dean."
"What, why? Do you know how hard it is to find jeans that fit shopping at Goodwill?"
"Like it's easy to disguise these," said Sam, sitting up, eyes falling to her chest when she realized her camisole wasn't even covering her breasts.
"Fuck, why would you want to?" asked Deanna, reaching out and pushing Sam's boobs together.
Sam smacked her hands away. "Now you're just being weird."
"…can I see 'em?"
"What? No!" said Sam, pulling her over-shirt across her chest, cheeks flushed.
"Aw, c'mon, please! I'll show you mine," said Dean, tucking her fingers under her tank, ready to pull it off when Samantha curled her fingers around her wrists.
"You don't-" said Sam, cutting herself off as she pushed Deanna's hands to her sides. "…why do you want to see them?"
"I don't know, I just-"
"…will you leave me alone if I show you?"
Samantha sighed and took off her flannel. "Close the curtains first."
"God, Sammy, nobody's going to see you from outside," grumbled Deanna, scrambling off the bed and pulling the curtains closed.
"Yeah, but what if the front-desk clerk came by? He would've gotten more than an eyeful…"
"Would probably jack-off to the thought of us together."
"God, you're gross," moaned Sam, making sure Deanna closed the other curtain before nodding at her.
"You don't think people have thought about us together like that before?" asked Dean, sitting cross-legged in front of her little sister.
"I…never thought about it. Oh god, probably," said Sam, frowning.
"Whatever. C'mon, lemme see 'em."
Sammy rolled her eyes and slowly peeled off her cami, top bunched on her lap.
"Fuck, Sam," whispered Dean, tracing the left strap with her thumb, fingers playing over the small black ribbon between Sam's tits.
"Can I put my shirt back on, now?"
Deanna shook her head, fingers hovering over the cups of Sam's bra. "Can I touch 'em?"
"What! I'm curious, okay," said Deanna, dropping her hands into her lap, gaze riveted to the hard press of Sam's nipples against the thin fabric of her brassiere.
Sam caught her lip between her teeth, hands going behind her head as she fixed her loose ponytail. She dropped her hands and shrugged. "I guess."
Deanna grinned and scooted closer, hands sliding up Sammy's sides before she cupped Sam's breasts, squeezing them together as she teased Sam's nipples with her thumbs.
"God, Sammy," breathed Deanna, watching Sam's eyelids flutter closed, lip white beneath the press of her teeth. She rubbed her thumbs against Sam's nipples again, slight jerk of Sam's hips making her breath catch. She slowly eased her hands around Sam's body, finding the catch of Sammy's bra and quickly unclasping it.
"Dean," said Sam, hands flying to her chest, holding her bra up. "What are you doing?"
"You said I could touch 'em."
"Not with my bra off!"
"Didn't seem like you minded," teased Dean, pinching Sam's peaked nipple through her bra.
"F-fuck," gasped Sam, hips hitching again.
Deanna smirked, circling Sam's nipple as she asked, "Now, can I touch you?"
Sam swallowed hard and nodded once.
"That's it, baby girl," said Deanna, easing Sam's straps down her arms, mouth forming an 'o' as she dropped Sammy's bra on the bed. "Jesus, Sam," she moaned, flicking her gaze to Sam's face when she touched Sam's bare tits, nipples tight, chest heaving as her breathing stuttered. "So soft…"
"God, this is-"
"G-good," moaned Sammy, covering her sister's hands with her own, pushing Deanna's smooth hands more firmly against her breasts.
"So pretty, Sammy," whispered Deanna, leaning in to press a kiss to Sam's cheek, eyebrows rising when Sam angled her head and pressed their lips together, Samantha's hands on her hips making her shiver.
"What are you doing, Dean?" panted Sam, fingers tightening over Deanna's hipbones.
"What are you doing?" asked Deanna, tipping her sister's chin up and catching her gaze. "Something you wanna tell me?" She slid her tongue over her lips, Sam tracking the slow purposeful movement.
Sammy flushed, crossing her arms over her chest, blocking her sister's view. "I-I don't know."
Deanna smiled and leaned forward again, pressing her mouth to Sammy's in a soft kiss. "You're so gorgeous, baby sister."
"Is that what this is about?" whispered Sam, brow furrowing as she tried to scoot out of her sister's reach.
"It's not the only thing," said Deanna slowly, heart thundering in her chest. She reached for Sam's face, pushing away strands of hair that had fallen out of Sammy's ponytail.
"Are you sure?"
"You know I love you, Sammy. I always will."
"But do you love me?"
"You know why I haven't dated anyone yet?"
"I've been trying to figure out how I feel about you, okay? I know I shouldn't want it, but I crave your attention. I just want to be around you all the time and I want to touch you and god do I want you to touch me."
"Yeah?" asked Deanna, slow grin spreading across her mouth.
Sam swallowed and nodded, casting a look at her sister from under her lashes.
"And how do you feel about me?" asked Deanna, fingers curling around Sam's crossed arms, lacing their fingers together and leaning closer.
"Fuck, I'm in love with you, Dee, okay?"
"Yes," huffed Sam, breath ruffling her hair.
"Good," answered Dean, leaning even closer, mouth next to Sam's ear, "I'm in love with you, too." She caught Sammy's earlobe between her teeth and gently tugged, smirking, shiver making Sam's breasts quake between them.
"Would I be here feeling you up if I wasn't?" Deanna pressed their hands against Sam's side, dragging their fingers up Sammy's flanks and then squeezing Sam's chest.
"M-maybe," stuttered Sam, moaning, Deanna's fingers rolling her hard nipples.
Deanna grinned. She leant forward and whispered, lips brushing against Sammy's. "I wouldn't." She pressed their mouths together, Sam's hands at the back of her head making her smile.
Samantha opened her mouth and kissed Deanna again, brows furrowed. She let Dean angle their kiss, following Deanna's experienced lead. She regretted never having kissed anyone before her big sister, but Dee's sure strokes of her tongue against her own assured her she had made the right choice.
"Wait," said Deanna, pulling away from Sam, rubbing her thumb along Sammy's spit-slick bottom lip. She carefully closed Sam's book, marking the page with the pen Sam had abandoned. She put the tome on the night table and said, "Okay."
Sam slowly edged forward, sneaking her hands up Deanna's shirt. "Off," she whispered, watching Deanna's abdomen contract as she worked her tank up and over her head. "Dee," she moaned, fingers tracing the definition of Deanna's abdomen up to her tits, perky in her simple nude bra. She hummed, "Cute."
"Bitch," laughed Deanna, gently shoving Sam's shoulder, head falling back when Sam leaned forward and pressed a kiss between her breasts.
"Not teasing, jerk," said Sam, kissing the soft slope of each tit before leaning up and kissing her sister. "Take it off?"
"Yeah, Sammy, anything." Deanna kissed Sammy as she quickly unhooked her own bra, laughing at Sam when she hurriedly pulled the straps down her arms. She shivered, nipples quickly pebbling. She gasped, Sam's palms so soft as they cupped her chest, massaging as Sammy circled her nipples.
"Don't need to be jealous of mine," said Sam, catching Deanna's gaze and smirking, Dee's freckles obvious despite her blush.
"…I don't know what you're talking about," said Deanna, curling their fingers together again as she eased Samantha onto her back, fitting herself in between Sammy's strong thighs when she spread her legs.
"Right," smirked Sam, Deanna moving against her and making her hips buck. "I might not have known you were in love with me, but don't think I haven't seen you checking out my chest."
"They're just so full and perky and beautiful," said Dean, kissing her way up Sam's stomach and then planting a wet kiss between her sister's breasts. "I mean look at 'em; still perky even when you lie down."
"Shut up," laughed Sammy, arms going around her sister's body, squeezing Dean's ass through her well-worn jeans.
Deanna hummed, rocking down against Sammy, panties damp from feeling up her sister, cunt clenching at the thought of getting to rub against Sam skin-on-skin, to get a taste of her little sister. "Jesus, Sam…" She slid her hands down to Sam's belt, undoing the simple buckle and then the button-front of Sam's jeans. "Help me out."
Sam nodded and leant up on her elbows, hips lifting as Deanna tugged her pants off her legs. Deanna looked her up and down and she felt herself flush, closing her legs, hips rising off the bed.
"So wet, Sammy," panted Deanna, Sammy's hipsters soaked through at the front.
"S'the first time anyone else has touched me…" groaned Sam, head tipping back, hair coming free from her ponytail.
"…told you I haven't dated anyone…"
"I haven't either, but shit, Sam, I've been with other people…"
"A couple," answered Dean with a shrug.
"Good, then you'll know what to do with me," gasped Sammy, spreading her legs, Deanna's fingers dancing up the insides of her thighs.
Deanna chuckled. "We've got the same equipment, Samantha, I'm pretty sure I'd have figured out what to do with you even if I hadn't had experience."
"I would hope so," said Sam, shivering, Dean's fingers playing over the waistband of her panties. "G-get your jeans off first."
Deanna nodded, leaning up again and pulling off her own jeans, hurriedly pulling off her socks before removing Sammy's too. "Better?" she asked, blanketing Sam again.
"Maybe." Sam sat up and cupped Dean's groin, rubbing her sister through her panties, breath catching as Deanna rolled her hips. "Good?" she asked, flicking her gaze up at Dean.
"Y-yeah, baby girl, so good," moaned Dean, Sam's thumb rubbing over her clit making her shiver. She caught Sam's wrist and quickly shimmied out of her panties, grinning when Sam's eyes widened, breath quickening.
"Jesus, Dee," gasped Sam, dragging her thumb through Deanna's neatly shaped curls.
"Sammy, god, you, too." She pushed Sam onto her back again, tucking her fingers under Sam's underpants and pulling them down and off her legs, Sam's pubic hair fine.
"Not as much as you yet," said Sammy, cheeks pinking further, Deanna's fingers tracing her vulva.
"You're still growing." Deanna's heart skipped in her chest, first time she felt dirty for how she felt about her sister. Then Sammy looked up at her and grinned.
"Maybe I just won't be as hairy as you," teased Sam, laughing when Deanna slapped her thigh.
"What, so you get the big tits and fine pubes? Not fair," said Deanna, leaning over Sammy and kissing her, teeth dragging over Sam's bottom lip, slipping her tongue inside as Sam's mouth fell open on a moan. She curled her hands together with Sam's and pulled back, kissing Sammy's cheek, trailing kisses down Sam's throat and sucking on her clavicle until Sam arched up against her. She grinned up at Sam and continued down Sam's body.
Sam's breasts were soft under her mouth, nipples tight under her tongue, Sammy's moans sweet in Deanna's ears. She watched Sam as she sucked Sammy's nipples, abdomen shuddering under her chest. "Good, little sister?" she asked, Sam's cry letting her know she appreciated a little teeth.
She suckled Sam's other nipple until her sister moaned her name, kissing down Sammy's belly. Dean hummed, "Will you let me lick your cunt, Sammy?"
"G-god, Dee," moaned Sam, nodding frantically as Deanna kissed her groin.
"Is that a yes?" asked Deanna, pressing kisses to Sam's hipbones before Sammy sighed a 'yes.' "Leave your hands there," she said, pressing on Sam's wrists and then letting go. She slid her hands down Sam's sides, tucking her arms under Sam's knees and spreading Sammy's legs wide, lips slick and swollen. "Fuck, Sammy, you're so-"
"I was going to say 'aroused,' but horny works just as well," said Deanna, kissing Sam's inner thighs, dragging her tongue up from Sammy's perineum to her clit, taste tangy on her tongue. "Jesus Christ," she whispered, scooting closer and thumbing Sam's hood, relishing the way Sam's body shook from the stimulation. She grinned at Sammy, teasing Sam with her thumb and leaning forward, tongue flittering against the glans.
"Fuck, Dean, I can't—you."
"Feels amazing, doesn't it?" asked Dean, thumb still rubbing Sam's hood. She leant forward again, tonguing Sam's hole, Sam's wetness flooding her mouth as she sucked, nose rubbing Sammy's clit.
"You touch yourself a lot, little sister?" asked Dean, pulling back, not stopping the motion of her thumb over Sammy's clit.
"Okay, maybe. H-hard to when you sleep in the same bed as me."
"Fuck, you touched yourself while I was asleep next to you?"
"Like I said, it was hard, but I could manage it."
"Shit, that's hot," moaned Deanna, squeezing her thighs together. "Just your clit or do you put your fingers inside you?"
"Yeah? Can you come when you finger yourself?"
Sammy shook her head, "Doesn't really do anything for me."
"Can I try?" asked Deanna, leaning forward again and tonguing Sam's clit, teasing her middle finger over Sammy's lips, slicking her digit with Sam's wetness.
"Y-es!" cried Sam, fisting the sheets, Dean's finger inside her body, in and out motion combined with the wet circles of Deanna's tongue over her clit making her thighs shake. "Dee."
Deanna smirked, Sam's muscles tightening around her fingers. She rubbed the flat of her tongue over Sam's clit until Sammy's muscles relaxed, easing her finger just that much deeper, pressing upward against the slightly rough area there.
"Fuck, Dean!" yelled Sam, entire body arching, felt like she was going to come undone from the pressure inside her groin.
"Never found your g-spot?"
"T-touched something before but it never felt like that, just like I had to pee," laughed Sam breathlessly, crying out, Dean's finger pushing against that spot again. "God."
"Shit, Sammy, gonna make you come so hard," said Deanna, smirking, she sucked on Sam's clit, alternating flicking her tongue against the glans and rubbing Sam's g-spot, little sister falling apart under her touch. She looked up at Sammy, didn't even care that Sam had taken to touching herself, fingers curled in her hair before she massaged her tits, thumbs rubbing over her nipples, hands sliding down over her stomach. She pulled away long enough to say 'go ahead' before Sam's fingers were clenched in her hair, legs finding their way over her shoulders as Sammy pulled her in closer.
"F-uck, Dee. Keep doing that," Sammy moaned, grinding her hips against her sister's face, "with your tongue. And god, your finger. Shit." She screamed, muscles spasming around Deanna's finger so hard Dean's finger slipped free.
"God, little sister, so fucking hot," whispered Dean, licking Sam's cunt until Sammy went limp and pushed at the top of her head. She grinned and crawled up Sam's body, surprised when Sammy framed her face and crushed their mouths together, Sam's hips bucking against her own when Sammy got a taste of her pussy.
"Y-you're good at that," panted Sammy, dragging her fingers through Deanna's mussed hair, hands falling to her sister's ass, Deanna pressing soft kisses along her throat.
"You might just be sensitive," said Deanna, shrugging. She sucked a bruise into Sam's collarbone, Sam's moan of her name making her grin.
"What," Sammy giggled, tipping her head to the side, allowing Dean to suck kisses up her neck, "what do you want me to do?"
"We can do something that'll make us both feel good…" whispered Deanna, angling her hips over Sam's, hand curled under Sam's knee, stretching Sam's leg out to the side, cunts pressed together.
"Gonna grind on me? This works?" asked Sammy, gasping when Dean moved against her. "G-guess it does." Deanna was wet against her, movement of their groins together slick and smooth, her sister's clit rubbing against her own with each of their movements.
"Never seen it in porn before?"
"H-haven't really had all the much chance to watch porn, Dee," moaned Sam, breaths stuttering every time Deanna pressed down on her.
"Maybe if you didn't go to the library so much. Could've been here watching it with me," laughed Deanna, rocking harder down on Sammy, eyes fluttering closed, stimulation making her breath hitch. She palmed Sam's breast, hips jerking, Sam's hand massaging her buttock.
"Deanna, I need."
"What, Sammy, tell me."
"Can't—lemme," said Sam, stilling Deanna's hips, shifting and sitting up. She rearranged their legs, limbs scissored so she could better rock against her sister. "Now I can move against you properly."
"Then do it," teased Deanna, crying out when Sam reached between them and rubbed her thumb against her hood. "F-fuck, wasn't expecting that," she laughed.
Sammy smiled and curled her arms around her sister's body, dragging them even closer together and pressing her mouth against Deanna's, heart pounding as they kissed and grinded. Heat burned low in her belly, first orgasm never fully leaving her nerves. She rode that edge as she grinded against Dean, movements against one another rekindling the heat.
Sweat slicked Deanna's lower back, sternum wet with perspiration, thighs and duvet soaked with both of their wetness. Her fingers slipped over Sam's skin, up Sammy's arms and into her hair, fisting the soft strands as she leant in and kissed Samantha's mouth, bodies undulating together. Her muscles tensed, legs quaking with tension, entire body alight as she gasped into Sam's mouth. "Coming, little sister, fuck," she moaned, hips jerking in small movements as she orgasmed, Sam's hand falling between them and rubbing her clit, hips spasming from the stimulation. "Jesus Christ, Sammy," she whimpered, pulling her hips back from Sam's and easing her middle finger into Sam's body, pushing against her g-spot and rubbing against her clit at the same time.
Sam swore, fingers tight around Deanna's biceps as her sister fingered her to another orgasm, body shaking as she slicked her sister's palm and the coverlet, broken moans falling from her mouth. She stilled Deanna's wrist and carefully eased Dean's finger free, pulling Deanna's finger into her mouth and suckling, simple movement of her tongue over her sister's digit letting her recover from the sensations overwhelming her body.
She laughed, Deanna collapsing on top of her.
"Love you, Sammy. God, so good," groaned Dean, curling her arms around Sam, licking Sam's throat as they relaxed.
Sammy stroked Deanna's sweat-slick back, humming when Dean stopped licking her and nuzzled her throat. She pressed a kiss to the crown of Deanna's head and whispered her own love for her sister. She massaged Deanna's ass and Deanna jerked against her, hips rocking. She smirked, "Think you can go one more time before Dad gets back tonight?"
Deanna spread out on the freshly laundered comforter covering her and Sam's bed, absently flicking through television channels. She muted the TV when she heard the rumble of the Impala down the road, chuckling when Dad had to knock on the door.
She got up off the bed and waited for Dad to knock again, three quick knocks followed by two solid thumps and she knew to let him in.
"Didn't hear me the first time?" grumbled John, careful to step over the salt lining the door. He dropped his duffel by the sitting table and carded his fingers through his dirty hair. "Where's your sister?"
Deanna raised an eyebrow, tipping her head toward the bathroom.
John rolled his eyes and sighed, "You've gotta be fucking kidding me."