Yes(alternate)

Her momentum is too much and I feel myself falling backwards with my sister in my arms. A yelp comes from her mouth as we both collapse onto the bed in a giggling heap (well, she is). She lands on me, hard, her body pressed against mine, her clothes the only thing separating her from my bare body. I feel my hard cock twitch in my boxers from Ashley's pressing against it.

She giggles again and looks down at me, our eyes locking for a moment.

“This takes me back,” she says with fondness in her voice, smiling. “Like when we used to wrestle together.”

She places her hands on my wrists and pushes me down a little more. I squirm and try to free myself, but I can’t. Our bodies press harder together in the struggle.

“Good to see I can still beat you even now, bro.” She grins smugly before standing up with her hands on her hips in a victorious gloating pose. “And it seems you still remember the loser’s consequence.” She looks down, still hovering over me. She bites her bottom lip and at the same, gives a grin that I can’t say I’ve seen.

I look down the same direction to see my cock freed from its restraint. I frantically reach for the boxers at the bottom of my feet. Ashley slowly gets up from her victory pose, as if hesitating.

“Just so you know, I’ll be having some friends over to meet you. I thought it’d be cool. Just, uh, make sure you are actually dressed.” She steals a fraction of a second to switch between looking at me and my dick. Then, she leaves the room.