Chapter Summary: In this chapter, Marge wakes up on a beach of a deserted island where she finds Bart and Lisa.

Chapter Two…

(The Beach.)

When Marge Simpsion woke up, she found herself on a sandy beach. She couldn't see anyone from the plane, no one, not even her family. All she could see were bags, suitcases, plane storage containers and the like, but no plane parts or people. She wondered if she was alone here, wherever here was. Was everybody else alive? What about her family? Oh, she hoped that they were alive.

Whatever the case, she just couldn't stand here and do nothing. What if others had washed up on the island. They could be here too. She didn't walk more than fifty metres when she saw a pair of feet under some open suitcases with clothes under the person. In fact, it looked like a child. Seeing this, she quickly removed the suitcases and the clothes. To her fear as she removed everything, she saw that it was her son Bart, worse of all, he wasn't breathing. Not knowing how long he stopped breathing.

"Bart, come on baby, get up! Bart." Marge yelled at her son as she shook him, but he wouldn't respond to her, because of this she began to do CPR.

"Come on Brat! Breath!" the mother yelled at her son, hoping upon hope that he wasn't dead, "Please, baby breath for me!" With that she continued with the CPR counting as she did.

After a few more tries, as she breathed into her son's mouth again, her son threw up some water into her face before coughing.

Upon waking up all of a sudden, Bart felt weak and disoriented. He wasn't sure what was happening, the last thing that he remembered was that the plane was crashing and people were screaming as the plane went down into the sea. So, when he suddenly awoke, and found a sexy looking blue haired angel, with her nipples showing over her dress as she was kissing him, his first thought was that he died and went to heaven.

"Have I died and gone to heaven?" Bart asked himself in a confused whisper.

"No, nothing like that baby…" Marge said with a sigh of relief that her son was alive. All she could hope for was that the rest of her family was alive somewhere. But as the relief settled in, she suddenly remembered what happened and screamed in panic, "WE'RE LOST! ON AN ISLAND!"

"Mu, mum?" Bart asked in shock and confusion as he realized who was sitting on top of him. It wasn't an angel, but his mother. It was bad enough that his cock was getting hard at the thought of a sexy angel making out with him. But then the thought occurred to him, "Mother? Were you kissing me?"

"Agh!" Marge groaned at this, it didn't help that she suddenly saw her son's cock being hard and the state of dress she was in. Her clothes were torn, and her son could see her sexy pink lace knickers that she wore for her husband. "I was doing CPR, you were drowning, you fool." the mother told her son embarrassed at all this, and as she tried and failed to set her clothes right, she went on to say, "Get up! We need to explore this place. We need to see if anyone is here. To see if Homer, Lisa and Maggie are here or not."

"What happened? I mean why are we here?" Bart asked his mother, his memories were all over the place for the moment and as such, he couldn't remember what happened to them."

"Do you really not remember what happened, son?" Marge asked her son softly.

"Hmm, the last thing I remember was that we were on a plane heading…" Bart began as he tried to remember what happened to their family, but that's when he began to shake as he remembered the worst part of the trip, "Th, then things got bad. V, very, bad. P, p, people began to shout, scream, th, things and people were being tossed about. So, so many people were flying about."

"Shh, dear, you're okay, you're okay." Marge told her son as she pulled her son into a hug, pushing his head into her breast.

'Ay Caramba!' Bart thought to himself, as he felt his head on his mother's bear breasts. 'Is this really happening?'

Before Bart could think more about this, his mother pushed him away as she realized what was happening. She was embarrassed, she could believe this was happening again. But with how things were at the moment, she couldn't say anything. It wasn't the right time, they had important matters to deal with.

"Homer!? Lisa!? Can you hear me?" Marge called out as they began to walk down the beach to search for their family, hoping upon hoping that they were out there. She couldn't believe that this was happening. This wasn't what she wanted from this holiday. Not at all. "This was supposed to be our best vacation ever. How could this end up like this?" this was mainly to herself.

"This best…" Bart whispered to himself, as he looked at his mother's behind. Her green dress was torn and he could see her ass and her pink panties. He couldn't believe was seeing. Part of him whilst he knew it was wrong, couldn't help to enjoy it. If he didn't know better, he really did think he died and went to heaven.

"How will we survive? I don't know how to live off the land. When might we be rescued?" Marge asked herself and partly to Bart.

Bart was half-listening as he watched his mother's Burt, which was moving side to side as they walked. He enjoyed the view too much to care about what was happening. All he could think about was how perfect this all was.

"Bart! Are you okay?" Marge asked him suddenly as she thought about what he has been through, nearly dying today. She had to wonder if he would be okay about all this. Was there any lasting damage that neither of them knew about? They would need to find a safe place to stay for a while and ensure Bart didn't have any other injuries.

"Err…" Bart was caught off guard, as he feared that his mother caught him staring at her ass. So he said the first thing that came to mind, "Don't worry mum... we're going to have fun."

Marge gritted her teeth at this. How could her son think they could have fun when something like this happened to them? They were stranded on what seemed to be a deserted island. So, how could they have fun? But with a sigh, she realized that her son was dealing with all this in his own way, trying to make her claim and not to worry about things. So, with a sigh and a forced smile she asked him, "What do you mean we'll have a good time?"

"Don't worry mum. The situation isn't as bad as it seems." Bart told his mother, as he tried to make something up.

"Oh, how so?" Marge asked her son.

Before Bart could think of something, he saw the body of someone. Having a closer look, he thought that this person was Lisa. "Mum, is that Lisa?" Bart called out, as he pointed to the body, hoping to get the attention off him for a bit.

"Lisa?" asked the mother, as she looked at the place that Bart was pointing at. Sure enough, it did seem that this person was Lisa, so she ran off to her daughter.

As they got to the young girl, Marge sighed with relief as she saw that whilst Lisa was unconscious, she was breathing, but her clothes were a bit torn too. Gently rocking Lisa, Marge tried to wake her up, "Lisa, Lisa baby girl, wake up baby."

But Lisa wouldn't do so. Marge feared the worst, fearing that something was wrong with her daughter.

"Hmm, mum, I'm going to find somewhere safe, a cave or something where we can stay for the night." Bart told his mother, but the truth was he wanted to get out of there so that he could get his head straight. He had thoughts and feelings about his mother and younger sister that he shouldn't have. As such, he had to get a hold of himself, and he knew he couldn't do it here.

"BART!" Marge called out as Bart made a run for it. "Now is not the time to separate. COME BACK HERE!"

"Don't worry mum, you forget, I'm a great explorer." Bart called back to his mother, "Stay here and look after Lisa, I'll try and get my bearings and see if I can find someone to stay for the night. I'll be back soon!"

And before his mother could call back at him, Bart was gone.

To Be Continued!

Author's Note: Here ends the first chapter of The Simpsons Paradise. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. For those who read this comic before, you'll notice that I've added Lisa to this. Other than adding more detail to the story, this is one of a few changes that I'm making to the plot. I want to change it as much as possible so that whilst it is the same, it's different where it counts.

As you also notice, these chapters are smaller than my normal lengths that I normally do. The reason for this is that the main story is short as it, so there's not much to write about. I could do a one shot, but thought I would draw it out a bit by doing smaller chapters. I want to see how this goes, as in the future when I do a smut story, I might do them this way depending how things go. Please let me know what you think. Do you like smaller chapters for these sorts of stories or do you want them as one shots?