I was furious that my parents had gone away on a second honeymoon, and that they hadn't trusted me enough to leave me home alone; after all, I was almost nineteen. They were worried that I would throw a party while they were gone, and had hired a neighbor's daughter, who was only twenty-one, to 'baby-sit' me. To make matters worse, she had gone off to a Halloween party with her friends, and had left me here alone anyways.
All my friends had plans and I couldn't leave the house, because I had no idea when she might return. I could go to any parties, or get dressed up and scare little kids. So I sat down on my bed and popped in a porno, trying to relieve my frustration with a good old whack. I was about halfway through the DVD, and about to cum, when I heard a crash from downstairs. I quickly covered up and headed downstairs.
When I got there, I found that Lindsay, that's the baby-sitter, had knocked over a metal container my mom used for umbrellas. She was trying, unsuccessfully, to stand it upright and place the umbrellas in it at the same time; she was obviously drunk. I walked over and did it for her, while she leaned heavily against the door.
When I was done, I turned to her and finally saw that she had dressed up like Snow White; she had gotten dressed at a friend's house, so I hadn't seen her costume before. The only differences between her and the cartoon Snow White were that her hair was much longer, it fell to her chest, and her chest was much fuller than Snow Whites.
"Hey there, you." She said before giggling.
"Hey." I replied. "How was the party?"
"Great." She said as she leaned in closer to me. "They had an open bar." She whispered before leaning back against the door and giggling again.
"Wow, that's great for you." I turned and started heading back to my room, wanting to finish jerking off.
She grabbed my arm and said. "Wait."
I stopped and faced her, the anger that I had forgotten about was starting to rise again, and this time it was stronger. "What?" I said in a controlled voice.
She slumped down to the ground, looked up and me and asked. "Can you help me to my room, please?"
Realizing that, despite my anger, I would feel bad if I left her to try and crawl upstairs to her room, I reached down and helped her stand up. She started swaying and leaned heavily into me. I placed my right arm under her left and pulled her to my side, so that I could guide her better.
When we made it to the stairs, she turned to me and said. "Thank you; you're a real good guy." Then her eyes rolled back she went limp. I just managed to prevent her from slamming to the floor. I shook her to try to wake her, but she had passed out cold. I looked at the stairs and sighed.
"Just great," I muttered. "Now I've got to carry you up there." I reached down and scooped her up in my arms, with my right arm supporting her back, and my left arm hooked under her knees. Now, I'm not a big muscular guy, I'm pretty average sized; the only reason I was able to do this was because she was petite.
I gingerly started up the stairs, and tried not to jostle her around too much; I only half succeeded. With every step, her skirt slid further and further up her thighs; I only noticed this when I was near the top, because it had slid up past the top of the white leggings she was wearing, so I saw her skin. I couldn't help but watch with each new step I took, hoping that the skirt would ride up completely; it was not to be, as the skirt bunched up at her waist, and stopped before I could see what color panties she might be wearing.
When I reached the landing, I turned left and headed down the hall to her room, which was right across from my own. I nudged the door open with my foot, and carefully, entered. I managed to flip the light switch with my shoulder, and made my way over to her bed. Because of the layout of the room, I couldn't just lay her down, on the bed. I had to lead with her feet, and rotate until I had her parallel to the bed, before laying her down. As I pulled my arms out from under her, she rolled away from me onto her right side; at this time I realized that by laying her down like I had, the back of her skirt had gotten caught under her. I looked down and saw that she was, in fact, not wearing any panties.