The winner is Karen ( path)

(Please note: I will be adding chapters for all of the girls who received votes. Karen got the most votes and so she gets her chapter first. Special thanks to all of you who voted).

"The winner," Tanya said as she ripped open an envelope and took out a sheet of paper Matt was pretty sure she'd filled out herself, is Betty. The sentimental favorite to all Riverdale fans. Congratulations, Betty."

Karen gave a little shriek of pleasure and rushed at Matt, throwing her arms around him.

The other girls looked resigned... not happy but nobody looked like they were going to pull out a weapon or anything.

"Remember," Tanya said, "all of you girls are winners and every single one of you is going to have your own Cherry-Smash event. And fans, we can only keep these events on the public channel if you keep tipping. If the tips stop, we'll have to take these shows private which would be a shame because I truly believe we have the best shows streaming today."

"So, Matt. how are you going to go about it? Do you have plans. I mean, Betty is someone you've known all your life."

No kidding. He'd known Karen since they shared his mother's womb. He wondered if they'd gotten into it back then. He was pretty sure he'd read somewhere that fraternal twins fuck like bunnies in the womb. He'd just never imagined it would happen now that they were adults.

Karen had put her clothes back on after the 'why I want my cherry smashed by Archie' segment, but her breasts yielded against the hardness of his chest.

She felt so small and fragile in his hands... barely over five feet tall to his six feet. She had a great figure but it was tiny. So small he wondered how she could take his penis.

"I wasn't kidding about what I said," she promised. "I want you, M-Archie."

"I want you too, Betty. I know it's weird... we're almost like brother and sister, but it's still what I want."

"Can I... dance for you?"

"Sure."

Tanya put on some sultry music and Matt sat on the side of the bed watching as Karen danced, gyrating her hips, showing off dance moves she must have practiced in hopes that she would be his first cherry. She swayed in, brushing his face, his chest, his legs, with her hand, then, as she stripped, with her shoulder, her breasts, her legs.

"Feel how wet I am," she whispered. "I am so ready for you."

She guided his hand between her legs pressing it against her lips.

She wasn't lying. She dripped with anticipation.

Matt's boner strained against his jeans and Karen licked her lips when she saw the bulge. "It looks like you're ready for me as well."

He could only nod. He should say something, play the game, titillate the fans. But his tongue felt glued in his mouth.

"Kiss me, idiot," she said.

So he did.

"You'd better not cum too fast," she whispered in his ear. "I've been looking forward to this for a long time."