Chapter Summary: It has been a week since Bart, Lisa and their mother Marge washed up on the island, in this chapter, we see what has happened to them during that week.

Chapter Six…

(Life on the Island.)

Beta: Old man of the mountain/Darklord331

Bart sighed as he sat on the beach of the deserted island he, his mother and sister washed up upon about a week ago. He was sitting next to a huge bonfire that he and his mother, so that if they noticed a plane or a ship, they could set the bonfire alight and let people know that someone was on this island. They even set up an SOS message made up of stones and woods. This is so if the plane flies by, if the fire doesn't alert them the SOS might.

For the last week, his mother wouldn't allow him to go far from the cave that they were staying at. As she hoped that, if the Lifeguard were searching for them, they could alert them by the fire or they could spot the SOS. If they were too far from the bonfire, they couldn't light it up and alert them that they were there. The problem was that for the last week, no boat or plane passed the island. For whatever reason, the Lifeguard didn't seem to search this area.

They were beginning to wonder if they were blown off course so much that the Lifeguard was searching in the wrong area for them. Whilst Bart wasn't too bothered by this, Lisa and Marge feared they wouldn't ever be found. They'll be stuck here forever, never able to return to Homer and Maggie. Whatever the case, all three of them had to wonder what their life would be like if they were stuck here.

Either way, whilst they couldn't search the island, it didn't mean they weren't busy. No, all three of them knew that there was a possibility that they might not be found, even if they hoped and prayed otherwise. Because of this, they had to build up the cave as a base and build a defence from wild animals. So, after Bart built his bed,he came up with a plan to build a fence around the cave, by digging holes and putting logs in certain places before laying logs between the logs to build a fence.

This job fell down to Marge. Lisa was hurt and Bart was watching the sea and fishing for dinner and other small jobs. Although Lisa was hurt, thankfully it didn't seem she broke her leg but badly hurt it, she still had a job to do whilst her brother and mother were working outside the cave. That job? Simple, making cordage out of the plant life on the island, so that they could tie things up when making things later on once the fence was built. At night when all they had was fire to look at, they would work on the cordage even then. As Bart told them, they would need a lot of it to make things.

As for Bart, for the first few days, other than keeping an eye out for any ships and planes, he had been searching the area for cases and other things that might have washed up on the beach. Thankfully, Bart found three plane carts on the first day. They were slightly dent, but other than that, the food and drink inside them were fine, thankfully. So, whilst they did have enough for a while, they knew that they would have to ration the food and drink so that the food could last for a month. As who knows how long they would be on this island for.

So, other than this food, they would have to eat what they find on the island.

Another thing that Bart was able to find on the first day was some tools. He wasn't sure who, but it would seem someone on the plane was transporting a huge case of tools like axes and saws, to Hawaii for some reason. Not that Bart care, those tools helped building the fence around the camp much easier. Sure, it was taking time and they had three full fences, as they also built the SOS sign, but it was better than the old tools that they found. As far as they knew, they could break at any time.

For the remaining few days, Bart scoured the beach, searching for anything that might have washed ashore. Each morning, he would rise with the sun, casting a wary glance out to the horizon as if expecting a ship to appear. When it didn't, he would take a deep breath, steel himself against the creeping doubt, and start combing the shoreline once more. The ocean seemed to be keeping its secrets, but every now and then, it offered up something useful.

So far, he had found a few bits and pieces - some worn-out clothes tangled in seaweed, a couple of plastic bottles, and a half-buried wooden crate that seemed to have travelled for miles before coming to rest on their stretch of sand. None of it seemed like much, but Bart knew that every little thing could make a difference. On an island like this, even the oddest of items might prove valuable in ways they couldn't yet foresee.

One morning, as the waves lapped gently at his feet, Bart's eyes caught sight of something half-buried beneath a mound of driftwood. Kneeling, he pulled aside a few branches and uncovered a bundle of plastic sheets, rolled up tightly, still intact despite their journey through the ocean. His heart skipped a beat; this was a find he hadn't expected.

He took the plastic sheeting back to their makeshift camp, laying it out flat to examine its condition. It was surprisingly durable, and he realized immediately how useful it could be. "If we're stuck here for much longer," Bart thought, "this could be our key to staying dry." He began to imagine the possibilities - a waterproof roof over their heads, something more than just the rock shelter they'd been relying on. If he could rig it properly, the plastic could shield them from the tropical rains that seemed to come out of nowhere. Maybe, with a little ingenuity, he could even fashion a few walls to block the wind and keep the cave warmer at night.

He traced his hand along the edges of the plastic, considering how best to cut and secure it. He might be able to use some of the vines he'd found earlier as makeshift rope or twist together some strands of kelp to hold it all in place. The possibilities were endless, limited only by the materials he could find and his own ingenuity. Bart couldn't help but smile at the thought. The island was challenging him, but he was determined to meet that challenge head-on.

For now, he continued his daily searches with a bit more hope. Each trip down the beach was like a treasure hunt, and every piece of flotsam felt like a potential lifeline. As for clothing, seeing as they were going to Hawaii, most of the clothing that he found was beachwear, swimwear, sexy cover-ups, and women's pareos. There was not much to cover up with.

There were some other strange items, items that his mother, who was red faced about them, took away right away, telling him and his sister that they didn't know what they were or that they didn't need them for anything.

Anyway, Bart was happy that he could be out for so long. As ever since his mother gave him his first handjob, the two of them had a hard time looking each other in the eye. Both were embarrassed that such a thing happened. What didn't help was that Bart wanted more. He knew it was wrong, but after that night, he couldn't look at his mother like a mother. Instead, he saw a woman who he wanted more than anything. He knew it was wrong, but he didn't care, he wanted nothing more than to fuck her. It was taking everything he had to not jump her and have his way with her.

It's why he was spending as much time on the beach, or building up their camp. So that he wasn't around his mother, even his sister. Seeing how his sexual urges were building up, he was having a hard time being around them.

Either way, a week later and still no sight of ship or plane, Bart was getting bored. Keeping watch for something that he now suspects will never come.

"Oh man, this is getting boring, it has been a week and no boat or plane has passed this island." Bart said with a sigh, not liking this one bit. Bart looked at a waterproof watch that he found in one of the cases, and found it was twenty to one and as he looked at the sea and up in the sky again and seeing nothing, Bart sighed and said, "You know what, fuck it man. I'm going to explore the island. It's been a week already and not one ship or plane has passed by, why would it be different today? I'm going to see if there's anything interesting found on this island. Maybe some people live more in land."

The last part he wasn't sure about. His mother built a few fires outside the cave during the day, and smoke went up for people to see. But no one came to check. Sure, it is possible that whoever lived on the island, if anyone did, didn't know whether to trust them and so didn't make a move or was spying on them. Whatever the case, Bart wanted to see what he could find on the island to get rid of his boredom.

With this in mind, Bart left the beach to search a bit of the island.

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It wasn't long after Bart left the beach that he found himself in the forest. He was seeing boars, birds and some other animals that he could capture and eat if or when they needed to. There was some edible plant life found in the forest. So, if they were forced to live here on the island forever, they wouldn't go without food. It would just be a pain to get Lisa all the vegetarian food she would need. If only she could eat meat and fish, it would be easier on him to deal with.

Either way, as he searched the forest, he found a clearing where he found a crashed medium size jet plane. Its wings were torn off, and the windows were broken. It looked like it had been here for a few years. 'Maybe, there are survours here on the island after all.' Bart thought hopefully.

However, his hopes were crushed as soon as he looked within the plane, as he saw the bones of the people who were on the floor of the plane. It would seem that the landing was as bad as it looked outside, if the bodies were like this. Hoping that he had better luck in the cockpit, hoping to find a working radio, Bart made his way to the front.

But his luck still wasn't with him. It would seem that the plant life and wildlife had gotten into the wiring and runed cockpit and broke the radio. Meaning that he couldn't use the radio to call for help.

Now from what Bart could tell about the plane and how it looked, whoever these people were, they were rich. The back of the plane was fitted out nice, all high gear chairs, tables and the like. As Bart looked at the area, he considered making it their main base, but decided against it. Sure, they could patch up the windows with plastic covering, but unlike the cave that they were staying in, it had very little room to move about. It's not like the plane and the area didn't have any use if they stayed here. But for them to live here, the young male preferred the cave. More room where he could make barriers to make room for each of them, and store items close by without fear animals might get to them.

It's not like Bart wasn't going to use the plane. It had some decent items in it. The chairs alone were decent. Sure, they had tears along the leather, but, as he sat on one of them, he found that they were still soft to sit on even being here for however long. So, he could bring these chairs back to the cave so that they wouldn't have to sit on the ground any more.

Not only that, but he found some useful items, kevlar body armour, weapons like guns and high-tech bows, there were even a lot of rope, shovels, knives and such. Bart had to wonder who these people were. Looking around, Bart found a ruined book under a table. Whilst it was hard to make out, Bart learned that these people were exotic hunters, looking for exotic creatures around the world, rare and dangerous creatures. But for whatever reason, they crashed onto this island and were killed.

Whatever the case, now that he found items that could make his and his mum's and sister's life easier on this island. He began to unbolt one of the chairs in the plane and took it back to the cave, so that Lisa could have a comfortable seat so she could rest her injured leg. Sure, her leg wasn't broken, but they also know that until the leg is fully healed, it was unwise for her to walk on it too much.

So, once the chair was free from the floor of the plane, Bart made his way back to the camp.

To Be Continued!

Author's Note: Here ends another chapter of Simpsons Paradise, I really hope you enjoyed the chapter. For those who read the comic which this story is based on, if you thought this would be the next day where Bart gets a blowjob and fucks his mum, sorry had other plans. Whilst the comic was a decent read, I wanted to spread this out and let the tension build as I thought it would have taken longer for that to happen.

Sure. I understand why the comic did it, as it was a PwP story, but for me, as I said before, I like to write plausible reasons why things happen. For that reason, I build things up and try to give reason why two people would fuck. I just can't write a decent PwP story, they look awful when I do them. So, whilst they are smut stories, I always try to have a tiny bit of plot before the smut happens, to explain why it happens in the first place. The plot might not be big, but at least for me I can explain it away somehow.