When I was 15, and my brother was 18, we had been together for a year.  No one knew about our relationship, and that is the way we wanted it. He had dated other girls during this time, and it never bothered me.  He was not my boyfriend, and I wanted him to be happy and find a girl to love and marry. 

Val lived across the street from my Dad. She was a year older than me and none too pretty. She wasn't ugly mind you, but she was a chubby 15 year old - not fat, but ya know how judgmental kids can be . . . .