Yes

His body collides with hers, roughly tackling her to the ground. She lands face down in the dirt, letting out a grunt as the wind was knocked out of her. Bran landed on top of her, pinning her to the ground with his weight.

"HA!" He shouted, catching his breath after their run. "Finally!"

"I'm impressed," she groaned, her current position quite uncomfortable. "Mind getting off me?"

Bran had been so caught up in his triumph, he didn't realize the position he was in. His crotch was pressed up against his sister's ass, the realization making his cock twitch. He could tell she wasn't wearing any smallclothes, the only thing protecting her modesty being the fabric of her pants. Not wanting her to notice his growing arousal, Bran scrambled off of his sister, standing up. Luckily, there were no guards or stableboys around, all of them preoccupied. There were countless preparations for the ride south, enough to keep them all busy. Arya also stood up, looking surprisingly happy for someone who just lost. Luckily, she didn't seem to notice how sexual their position had been.

"You're not made I caught you?" Bran asked, more than a bit disappointed. Part of him had wanted her to be as embarrassed as Bran was when she eluded his capture all those times.

"Mad?" She scoffed, brushing the dirt off her shirt. "I've been waiting for you to grow a pair and catch me for years!" She laughed as she straightened her clothes. "C'mon, let's do something fun! It's our last day in Winterfell, might as well enjoy it!"

"Well, what do you want to do?" Bran asked, still annoyed by his sister's dismissal of his victory.

She just shrugged. "Anything but needlework!"