Malevolent Towels

The towel just sat there.

The good family who owned the house didn't condone incest, not one bit.

After a hard day at work, or at school, the family would all at some point take a bath. Getting out of the bath they'd dry themself on the towel, rubbing it all over their pale naked flesh. The son would rub the towel over his genitals. The daughter would rub the same towel all over her breasts. The father would floss between his legs with it. The mother would use it to dry her face.

The towel was only washed once at the end of the week. In that space of time they used it all at least twice.

They were a good family. But they had an evil towel.